The Rockstar’s Threesome with Fans

The last song was finished and the crowd at the venue was cheering around her. Bee held up her guitar high above her head and leaned into the mic, “Thank you so much for having us Austin, good night!” The crowd roared back in response and Bee gave a few waves before stumbling away from the stage with her band.

It had been night after night after night on tour. The band hadn’t had a break in what seemed like forever. Mike and CJ clapped Bee on the back and Ty shook his fist and the air and yelled, “Fuck yeah – great show,” but she could tell they were slumped over in their victory stride. The four of them crept behind the makeshift curtain that the venue had put up and a stagehand pulled them away towards the green room.

Bee waved at the people on the other side of the thin rope that kept her between the rest of her evening and the obligations she had to attend to. She high-fived a couple of people on the way, “Thank you so much for coming…thank you so much for coming!”

In the green room, CJ collapsed on the sofa and Ty pointed out, “Jesus, my hands still shaking.”

“I can’t hear you man, my heart’s too loud,” CJ groaned and put his head in his hands.

“Nice, nice, nice job!” The manager of the venue burst into the green room and shut the door behind him, “Here are your envelopes, we’d love to take pictures before y’all continue forward and of course unlimited drinks at the bar.”

“Unlimited drinks? Guys I know where I’ll be at for the rest of the night,” Bee laughed and motioned for the guys to crowd around her. They took pictures together with the manager and the venue’s sign.

“Bee, you’re smoking crack if you think I’m tossing shots with you,” Mike threw a pillow at her after they posed for pictures.

“Mike, you serious?”

“Hell yeah, as soon as we move the equipment, I’m heading back to the hotel.”

Bee rolled her eyes, “Fine. CJ, Ty, and I will just have to three musketeers this shit.”

CJ glanced up from his place of picking up the side of the keyboard, “We’re doing what? Not sure I ever agreed to that.” Ty grimaced and nodded to CJ’s statement.

“You’re really going to let me party alone?” Bee picked up the empty box that held the t-shirts they had sold a few hours ago.

“Nope, not at all. Because you’re coming back with us.” CJ shot over his shoulder as he left the back exit.

“Fine, fine, fine,” Bee groaned, “I’m grabbing one last drink, I’ve got to take advantage of the free drink thing. I’ll meet you guys outside.”

The guys nodded and hauled back the last of their stuff while Bee walked back out to the hallway and into the concert area. Another band was starting up their set and people were pressed close to the stage to hear them. Bee pushed past people bouncing up and down while the music blared around her. At the bar, Bee gave the bartender a tentative wave. The bartender gestured to her to come closer, “Hey! You did great! What do you want?”

Bee settled on a plain coke, she wanted to take it home in the van. People walked past her on the way to the bartender and shouted at her about the show. Bee smiled and took photos with everybody she could. The band on stage moved into the end of their second song, Bee stuffed a $20 bill in the tip jar and turned to leave.

Next to her, a woman stood waiting for the bartender’s attention. Bee hadn’t even noticed her until that moment but now she stopped in her tracks and stared. The woman looked over and realized who she was, “Oh my god! You were in Pandurated!”

Bee nodded and couldn’t help but feel a blush creep up her neck. The sundress the woman was wearing was difficult not to look at, she was tall and curvy and the dress clung to her body in all the right places. “Yeah, yep, yep that was me.”

“You were amazing oh my god,” The woman scooched closer to her and twirled her dark, glossy hair between her fingers. “I’m Mahira, Violet and I are big fans, we loved hearing you live. Have been listening for two years now, since y’all dropped that EP on Soundcloud.”

The blush was evident now, “Oh, Soundcloud? Wow, that was a while ago. We really, really appreciate the support.”

“One second, Violet really wanted to meet you,” Before Bee could say anything, Mahira disappeared in the crowd to find her friend. Bee’s phone went off a few times, the other guys were in the van demanding to know where she was. Bee sent them off a reassurance message, she’d only be gone for another couple of minutes.

Mahira eased her way out of the crowd smushed together and erupted away with Violet. Violet clapped her hands on Bee’s shoulders and shrieked, “You were AMAZING!” Her voice was high pitched and sweet, excitement bubbled into everything she said.

Mahira got closer to Bee and whispered something unintelligible. The band on stage were finishing their last notes, smashing on the drums with all their might. Bee shook her head and gestured towards her ears.

Mahira leaned in close, Bee could feel her sundress brush up against her leg. Mahira whispered again, when the iskenderun escort band finished and the crowd erupted in applause. Bee could just barely make out what Mahira whispered, “I said, we wanna fuck.”

Bee’s heart stopped for a moment. Did she hear what she thought she heard? Bee’s mouth popped open and she blinked a few times, trying to figure out if she had heard what she thought she had, “I-. Ah. What?”

“I said we wanna fuck.” Mahira repeated.

“I-, wait-what”

“Look, that concert was just badass and we wanna show you how much we appreciate it, right Vi?”

Violet giggled next to her, “Mahira, oh my god. I mean, yeah. But you don’t have to be so loud.”

“Here’s the thing,” Mahira trailed her fingers up and down Bee’s arm, drawing little circles across Bee’s skin, “We love to share and I’d love to share you. With enthusiasm though. No pressure. We just want to show you how much fun Austin can really be.”

“I-uh. I,” Bee stammered over and over again trying to find her train of thought, “I’ve-I’ve got to head back to my band, thank you, thank you though, I’ve got to head back.”

Bee rounded past the girls and stumbled her way back to the green room. She walked past the green room and came into the back hallway. She pulled on the door to the outside and closed the door behind her. Her bandmates were chilling by the van, smoking a blunt before they’d head back on the road. CJ saw her from his place in the driver’s seat and honked the horn a few times. Bee jumped back and CJ stuck his head out of the window, “Perfect! Great! Let’s go! I’m tired as fuck!”

“Guys…ah…” Bee took a few steps forward and held on to the van, “Ah…there’s two girls in there? And, ah, they want to…um…threesome?”

“Wait. What? CJ turn off the damn car,” Mike pounded on the side of the van. “Bee? Bee? What?”

“There’s, ah, two girls in there who said they’re down for a threesome? With me?”

“Holy shit dude.” Ty reached for a fist bump, “Bro, groupies? Shit this is next level.” Bee stared at his fist and held out her fingers clenched together, trying to keep it together..

“Why this doesn’t happen to me, I’ll never know,” CJ shouted from the driver’s seat and leaned his head out the window, “Yeah, great, now what are you doing here?”

Bee shrugged, “I…ah….might just go back to the hotel.”

“Wait, wait, what?” Mike grabbe Bee by the shoulders, “Bee. Are you fucking with me right now?”

“If we don’t get any Bee doesn’t either,” CJ laughed from the van, “That’s a true bandmate right there-.”

Mike held up a hand, “CJ, shut the fuck up. Bee. Listen to me. You’ve been working your ass off and here come two chicks, I’m guessing they’re hot-“

“Both wearing sundresses.”

“Wait. For real? Skinny?”

“Curvy, beautiful South Asian girl, long, thick hair, dress clings in all the right places and a tiny black girl, most gorgeous eyes you’ve ever seen, sundress, clings in all the right places,” Bee gulped and stared up at her bandmates.

“Shit. Okay yeah. Jesus. Yeah. Bee, you’ve worked your ass off. Now, enjoy the fruit of your labor.”

“Send us a message when you get to their place though so we know they ain’t murderers,” Ty clapped Bee on the back. “Or places? Wherever you go.”

“Just. Bee. Go have fun,” Mike pushed her back towards the door and Bee took a few hesitant steps back to the bar. The boys hooted behind her and encouraged her forward.

Bee took the last steps and grabbed on to the door handle. “It’s locked.”

“Yeah, it’s a venue.” Ty roared with laughter behind her and Bee felt another blush creeping up. She walked away and gave one last wave to the guys laughing by the van. Around the building and back towards the entrance, she went until she reached the front entrance.

“ID please. Oh, wait, hey, wait, you’re one of the performers, right?” The door guy asked.

“Yeah. Yep. I, ah, forgot something.” The door guy reached out and opened one of the double doors for her. Bee took steps inside the entrance. Most people had started clearing out and Bee didn’t see Mahira or Violet didn’t see them. At the bar, there were only the remainders of a good night, dozens of empty bottles and cups stacked together. The bartender told Bee that she had seen the girls leave and hadn’t seen them since.

Bee left the venue and whipped out her phone, writing out a message that didn’t sound too pathetic to the three guys who needed to pull a u-turn and come get her. She couldn’t help it, she was disappointed. This could have been the night that amazing things happened.

Bee pulled her hair back and stood there for a second. In front of her was the road away from the venue and the bars that lined the street across the way. In one of the waiting areas, a food truck sat, assisting the tons of people who had just left the concert and who were looking for cheap tacos. In front of the little window, leaning up to speak to the guy in the truck, Bee could see Violet on her tiptoes.

Bee took denizli escort a few steps and stopped herself. She took a few steps more and walked back towards the venue again. No, no, this was something she couldn’t pass up and Mahira and Violet were gorgeous, there was no way she could pass this up.

Mahira was texting by the fence that the food truck rested next to. Bee took careful, measured steps to her. A few people glanced up and congratulated Bee on a good show, she thanked them and crept closer to Mahira. “Hello, ahhh, hi.”

Mahira smiled before looking up, “You left pretty fast.”

“Yeah. Ah. Yeah. Yep. Sorry about that.”

“No, it’s fine. Just, we want you to be comfortable with this.”

Bee shut her eyes and nodded, “I-I, yeah I’m fine. Sorry, nervous.”

“That’s fine baby,” Mahira purred and gestured for her to come closer, “Vi’s picking up some tacos, it’s a Korean Mexican fusion, one of Vi’s favorites.”

Bee felt something stroke her back and jumped in the air.

“Whoops, sorry about that!” Violet giggled, “Didn’t expect to see you again.” Vi passed the plate off to Mahira and kept a hand on the small of Bee’s back. At first, Bee flinched away whenever Violet trailed her hand up and down Bee’s back but she tried to relax to the movements.

“Yeah, ah, yep, no I really, ah, appreciate it. I would, ah, also appreciate…secrecy?” Bee stammered. Violet leaned her head on Bee’s shoulder and wound her fingers around the belt loop of Bee’s jeans.

“Oh, that’s no problem. No problem at all. You know, we should call an uber.” Mahira said between bites of a taco.

“I just can’t wait to taste you,” Violet whispered into Bee’s ear. Bee shivered in response and Vi continued, “We’re going to my house.”

“No, we’re not,” Mahira pulled out her phone, “I’ve got all the fun stuff.”

“No.” Violet stretched out her hand, “You haven’t visited me in a while, you don’t know what I have.”

Mahira hesitated for a moment and then placed her phone in Violet’s outstretched palm. “Vi knows just how to push my buttons.” Violet pulled away and started typing an address on the phone while Mahira took a step forward and kissed Bee. The kiss was quick, a stolen moment in the conversation. A simple pressure against her lips, nothing more. Bee froze. Mahira cocked her head and picked up another taco to bite, “Listen, Isabella, if you’re not interested, I’m not interested.”

“It’s Bee. No, I. Yes, I’m very much interested,” She stammered and tried to keep everything together, “No I’m fine, just nervous I’m sorry.”

“Uber is six minutes away.”

“So it’s okay that I kissed you?” Mahira pressed.

Bee nodded in response, “Yeah, yes, I, yeah,” and felt Violet stroking her back again.

“It’s okay if I kiss you and if I kiss you again?”

“Mahira look at that blush, oh my god.”

“I promise I won’t bite,” Mahira grinned, “I mean, unless you want me to. And I really, really want to bite you. Kiss you. Lick you all over.”

“Oh gosh.” Bee ignored her phone buzzing with a million questions from the guys and tried to focus on what was happening around her. Violet’s hand crept under her shirt and stroked her bare back, making it even harder to focus.

Mahira inched forward and touched Bee’s hips, placing her hands on either side of her body. She pulled her forward and looked into her eyes, “You are just…so delicious,” before leaning in for a kiss. Bee tried to focus this time. This kiss was soft and gentle, both women trying to figure out how far the other woman wanted to go. Mahira kissed each side of Bee’s lips and settled on a few longer, drawn out kisses. Mahira licked Bee’s bottom lip and Bee felt every inch of Mahira. She hungered for more.

“Oh god that’s hot.” Violet stood next to them, her hands clasped together. “Can’t wait to get both of you home. But first-” Violet broke them apart and took both of their hands, guiding them over to where the uber was waiting. Bee felt light headed and staggered forward.

Violet got in the car first, Bee followed close behind. It was a nice ride, clean, with little bottles of water and extra chargers piled at the bottom of the seat. Bee put her seatbelt on and could feel Violet’s fingers dance up and down her thigh.

“Mahira? And we’re going to West Lake Hills?” The driver asked.

“Yep, yep, yep,” Mahira leaned down to get in the car, “Wow, Bee, what a coincidence, you’re starting out in the middle.” Violet laughed and Bee erupted in nervous giggles, she couldn’t help it. “I want another kiss though,” Mahira closed the car’s door and touched Bee’s face, outlining her lips with her finger. Bee bent forward and caught Mahira’s lips in her, pressing against her eagerly. The car veered right on the road and Mahira jerked back, “Hey, driver. Watch the road!”

“Sorry, sorry,” The driver muttered. Violet giggled again before giving Bee’s neck a little kiss.

The bandmates, Bee had almost forgotten to text her bandmates she was okay. Bee whipped out adana escort her phone and sent off a quick message to the group chat, confirming everything was just fine.

“Wow, that’s a little rude to be using your phone during dinner.” Mahira tapped Bee’s phone screen.

“Dinner? I-oh. Oh. Oh yeah, yes.”

“Bee, you don’t have to be nervous.”

“Yeah, Bee.” Violet whispered, “No reason to be scared.” Violet’s head was cocked to the side and she looked up at Bee with those gorgeous dark brown eyes.

Bee dipped down to her and paused. Violet kept trailing her fingers down Bee’s neck and outlining her face, it felt wonderful. Bee closed her eyes and gave her a soft kiss.

“Bee,” Mahira whispered, “You honestly have great titties.”

Violet laughed, “Mahira, wow, you just shattered the mood.”

The driver veered off the road again, he cursed and rightened himself. “Driver, hey! Watch the road!”

“Yeah we’ve got big plans tonight,” Bee tried to make it sound like a light hearted comment but, if she was being honest, her head was swimming.

The driver pulled up to Violet’s place, a series of condos clustered together. Violet passed the driver a tip and the three of them got out of the car. Bee stood near the gate while Violet searched her purse for her keys. Mahira pointed out, “I really haven’t been here for a while, the garden’s updated.”

Violet put the key in the gate and twisted, the gate opened with a nudge, “Bee, I’m going to make sweet love,” She sung each word at a high pitch,”to those beautiful titties you’ve got.” The neighbors surely hated them.

“Amazing titties,” Mahira agreed and slapped Bee’s ass. Bee jumped and followed Violet. They walked down a little pathway and took a left at a set of old stairs.

Violet searched her purse again for separate keys while Bee waited on the third step, “Where did I…put the keys….”

Mahira reached up behind her and slipped her hands under her shirt, rubbing Bee’s bra, “I don’t know if I can wait much longer.”

The door’s lock clicked and Violet pushed it open. She turned around to grab one of Bee’s hands and one of Mahira’s hands, with careful motion, she walked back into her house, taking them with her.

It was dark inside, pitch black that matched the night outside perfectly, a little cooler in her condo but that was a welcome distraction from the humidity of the Austin night.

Bee stood in the darkness, shifting her weight back and forth and waited for her eyesight to adjust. There wasn’t a rush in that moment, there wasn’t something demanded, it was a nice, quiet time where Bee could marvel at her situation. The past few months had been exhausting, her body was tired all the time and this was the one thing that she had truly chosen for herself, the one thing that was hers and hers alone, something she could savor for stolen moments on the trip ahead.

Mahira crept behind her and slipped her hands under Bee’s t-shirt again. It was welcomed, a nice beginning. Mahira kissed Bee’s neck but Bee wasn’t sure she’d get used to those kisses, her last few partners had enjoyed rough and rough only. The tenderness was its own form of drawn out torture, a built up temptation that left her satisifed in that need but craving for more. Mahina kissed once, kissed twice, and left a trail of kisses from Bee’s jaw down to her collarbone. She sucked on the skin a little and Bee found it difficult to breathe.

Violet lit up the decorative lamps in the living room and walked down the hallway, away from the entry to the house. Mahira gave Bee’s neck a lasting kiss, licking and blowing softly on the sensitive skin. Bee twitched in response, “Fuck, oh that’s nice.”

Mahira picked up Bee’s hand again and squeezed, a reassuring act, another act of longing and tenderness. She led Bee down the hallway and the two of them walked through to Violet’s bedroom.

Vi’s bedroom was a monochromatic dream filled with memories. The thick black comforter and the furniture around the bedroom was a smooth glossy finish while the bedframe and the artwork placed around the room were between shades of white and grey. Between it all, Violet stretched out on the bed, a hint of her bare legs were exposed by the slit of the dress, and she patted the plush comforter next to her. Bee tripped on her way to the bed and fumbled for proper footing. Violet giggled and reached out to her, pulling her close, giving her light kisses on her cheeks, her jaw, and her lips. Bee readjusted herself and stretched out as well, hugging Violet close and she let her hands wander down to the shape of Violet’s ass. It fit just perfectly in Bee’s hand.

She could feel Mahira’s hands roam up and down her body, squeezing her ass and rubbing sensitive spots. Each movement was a question, a request for an invitation, a soft press to see if one could press further. Mahira tugged on her shirt and Bee leaned back from Violet to take it off. Bee gripped her shirt in one hand and tried to determine the best place to put it, on either of the night stands or closer to the door. Mahira plucked it from her grasp and tossed it to the side, “You’re adorable and so nervous and so sweet but I need you without clothing,” She purred into Bee’s ear. Mahira inched up Bee’s back with her fingers in slow, measured taps and pulled Bee’s bra strap away and down her arm.