Kiss the Drummer
sat at a table near the dance floor, with a direct view of the stage.
Flashing lights glimmered through her glass of white zinfandel as she raised
it to her painted lips.
The band had
been playing for about forty-five minutes now. They were due for a break.
Trish had come out with AnJelique, the guitarist’s girlfriend, tonight.
AnJelique had called numerous times this past week, trying to drag Trish out
of her apartment, and had finally succeeded.
Trish had seen the band hundreds of times with AnJelique and on her
own over the past few years, and was in her element.
That is, until
she looked at the new drummer. Jocelin had thrown her for a loop the first
time they’d met. Jet-black hair, goatee, and a gleamingly wicked smile,
accented by the perfect body drummers usually have. And he would watch her
as she, AnJelique, and Karin would take to the dance floor during the
band’s sets. Trish was no stranger to men, but there was something about
Karin stood as
the intro to “Brick House” was played. She grabbed the other girls each
by a hand, and drug them out onto the parquet floor to dance. Trish
couldn’t resist a glance at Jocelin as he sang behind his drumkit. He was
watching her again, and flashed a smile her direction. Feeling herself
blush, which was quite odd, she turned away and riveted her attention on her
asked Danny about you, you know,” Karin leaned over to inform Trish.
Danny, the keyboardist, was her husband.
What’d he ask?” Trish couldn’t resist.
to know if you’re single. Danny said about as single as they come.”
Karin grinned. “I think he’s going to ask you out tonight. You
A huge laugh
came from AnJelique. “Of course
she’s interested! He’s had her in knots for the last three weeks!”
Trish turned and playfully punched her friend. But it was true. She hadn’t
been able to get the man out of her mind since meeting him.
wrapped up, and the girls headed back to the table. Reaching into her purse,
Trish told them she was headed out back for a smoke.
you don’t want to stick around for Jocelin?” asked AnJelique.
her head. “If he wants to talk, he knows where I am.”
It had cooled
off considerably since the sun had set. That was the way the summer nights
were in Southern California, Trish had discovered. She liked it this way.
Sitting on the back stairs of an adjoining business, she lit an ultra light
and closed her eyes, inhaling the tangy air from the ocean just a block
She opened her
eyes when she felt someone sit next to her. It was Jocelin. The heat from
his body seeped into hers, and she had an unbidden flash of what it might be
like to have that warm flesh next to hers in bed.
a walk? I’ve got fifteen minutes,” he asked her. She simply nodded and
stood up. He rose, and they began to wander back between the buildings.
much importance was said. The
conversation revolved around what needed to be fixed on their cars, and how
hot it had been that day. Soon they had lapsed into silence, listening to
the sounds of Friday night revelers in the distance. Jocelin looked at
Before she had
a chance to react, he had pushed her securely against a brick wall and
covered her mouth with his. Her body leaned toward his, unbidden, trying to
get as much contact as possible. Tongues explored each other’s mouths, and
Trish could feel herself getting wet. His strong hands made their way down
her torso, and wrapped themselves in the material of her skirt, tugging her
broke away from this first kiss, their gazes met, and she smiled. “I have
been wondering what you taste like,” he said in a low voice that melted in
you know,” she replied jauntily. Jocelin shook his head slowly.
yet I don’t.” That wicked smile spread across his face, and Trish felt
her cotton thong panties grow even wetter. Ohhh, she wanted this man.
His right hand
began to move around from where it rested on her ass as he locked her eyes
to his. Slowly, his fingers found the edge of her panties, and lifted the
elastic from her feverish skin with his thumb, allowing him access inside.
His strong digits slid along her lips, working them open with a patience
that was killing Trish. Suddenly, and without warning, he plunged his first
two fingers deep inside of her. She gasped with pleasure and tightened her
grip on his shoulders.
too wet not to have a man satisfy you,” Jocelin leaned forward and
whispered in Trish’s ear. “If you can be a good girl, and wait until the
end of the show…” He left the sentence unfinished, knowing Trish’s
answer simply by the new stream of juice that had just collected in his
man, c’mon! It’s time!” Derek’s voice echoed against the buildings
from the back of the club. Still keeping Trish’s gaze, Jocelin slowly
withdrew his fingers, and brought them to his mouth. He sucked her juices
off one, but as he was about to do the same with the second, Trish leaned
forward and took it in her own mouth, sucking greedily as though it was his
bare cock. Jocelin’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, imagining what
her hot mouth could do to him.
Joce’s eyes flew open.
“I gotta go.
Coming?” Trish bit back the obvious sarcastic reply and followed him back
to the club.
breaks went by with Jocelin unable to get away. The first time, Derek pulled
the band aside to write up the set lists for the rest of the evening. Trish
could have sworn she saw a smirk playing on his face as he glanced at her.
The little shit.
The next break
found two groupie-types cornering Jocelin by the stage. He managed to escape
them and come to the table, but with only five minutes left in the break.
Moving his chair closer to Trish, Jocelin slid his hand up her thigh,
fingers playing softly near her crotch.
Her panties were beginning to moisten again, and she knew he could
feel the heat from her pussy radiating beneath her skirt. Just as his
fingers reached the source of that cloth-clad warmth, the band was called
back for their final set. Reluctantly, his hand withdrew, and he made his
way back to the stage.
Karin were looking at her with huge grins on their faces. Trish knew she
should be embarrassed for being caught like that, but she wasn’t.
floor was packed in the small hours of the morning. Everyone suddenly wanted
to let loose, not waste another moment sipping drinks and waiting for the
right song to be played.
go, Trish,” announced Derek as the last song began. All three girls
whooped with glee---Derek had chosen a favorite cover song to end the night
with” Anything Anything”. Bodies churned to the beat pumping out of the
subs. Trish risked another glance behind Derek. Yes, there was Jocelin,
watching her with an intense look on his face. She could feel her pulse
between her thighs, and could think only of how he might appease that ache.
song, her pussy was so swollen from her daydreams that she had to sit down.
The next twenty minutes were filled with aimless banter amongst the girls
while their male counterparts tore down and loaded out. The bassist, Nigel,
took off before anyone else, but was soon followed by Derek and AnJelique,
and Danny and Karin. Trish had followed the couples outside, observing the
unwritten rule that no one was allowed to stay inside the club after
settled onto the steps where she had sat hours earlier. Joce had already put
all his drums in their cases, and was now in the process of hauling them out
to his truck. He’d left the engine running, and Trish could make out the
strains of a song by The Police being played on the radio. She settled back
to watch Jocelin’s body at work.
take long before everything was loaded in his truck, and he was standing in
front of her.
The question was too open-ended. Trish smiled.
parked about three blocks away. Drive me to my car, and we can go get some
breakfast.” Jocelin grandly
motioned her to his truck.
touch her at all on the short ride to her car, which confused Trish a bit.
She went over the evening, and decided she hadn‘t done anything to turn
him off. She had no clue what it could be.
At her car, he
took the keys from her and opened the driver’s side door with a silly
flourish. She laughed and got in. As she began to swing her legs under the
dash, she suddenly found Jocelin squatting between the door and the car’s
body, looking up at her intently. His hands slid up her outer thighs and his
fingers hooked onto the waistband of her panties.
he urged her. Obediently, she complied. As he pulled the panties down the
length of her legs and over her feet, she had the fleeting thought that this
was so strange for her. She had always been the one in control. She was the
initiator. Never had she allowed a man to take over like this.
She had the
distinct impression that she liked it.
went into his jeans pocket, and he moved his hands back up to her skirt.
Parting her thighs, he took a long look at her pussy, the neatly trimmed
hair glistening with dew, begging for his touch. She tensed up as he emitted
a small sigh. Leaning forward, he parted her nether lips with his tongue,
and she closed her eyes, not wanting to be distracted by anything. His
tongue worked itself gently up and down her slick cleft until she thought
she wouldn’t be able to stand it any longer. He seemed to sense this, and
suddenly leaned back against the car door, regarding her as she panted. Just
two more seconds, and she would have reached her climax. Trish didn’t know
whether to be angry with him for playing such a cruel trick, or to enjoy the
idea that this would be even more drawn out than she had though.
me.” Jocelin stood and shut her car door, then made his way back to his
truck. She pulled her car out of the space and followed his taillights,
wondering where he was leading her.
into the parking lot of a motel on Pacific Coast Highway about twenty miles
later. She stayed in her car as he entered the office, acutely aware that
her panties were in a ball on the front seat of his vehicle. It made her
feel very naked and vulnerable for some reason, to be without her underwear.
Laughing to herself, she chalked it up to a strict Catholic upbringing.
When he came
out of the office, he held up a room key and motioned for her to follow him.
Locking her car, she made her way up the stairs, watching his ass sway
slightly as they ascended to the room. She smiled, knowing she would soon
see this gorgeous man naked in her arms.
As soon as the
room’s door was shut behind them, Jocelin placed his hands on either side
of her face and kissed her deeply. Her body melted against his, and he
immediately guided his conquest to the bed. His mouth moved down to the
tender crook of her neck, and as he bit her gently, he slid her skirt down
her thighs, so it landed in a pile around her feet. She reached around her
body and pulled her shirt off, revealing the perky breasts she was so proud
of, as she kicked off her heels at the same time. Joce stepped back and
removed his clothes, all the time filling his eyes with her body. Trish
couldn’t help but smile when she saw his lean but muscular form revealed.
Once again, he
moved in to her. As they kissed, he pushed her firmly onto the bed, and had
her lay out on her back. Climbing onto the bed, he straddled her, his cock
already hard with excitement.
me you’re a Dominatrix. Is this true?” Trish nodded her assent slowly.
“Well,” Joce spoke low and deliberately, “You’re not that with me,
understand?” In reply, Trish moved her arms up over her head, hands
clasped above her hair. Joce smiled down at her and kissed her.
“Yes…that’s what I like to see.”
As Joce moved
his mouth down to her waiting breasts, Trish found that she was becoming a
bit frightened. What was she doing, giving control of herself over to a man?
This went against everything she had ever known. A sudden bite on the
underside of her right breast made her lose her train of thought.
found her nipples, giving them a small twist. Undulating slightly, she could
feel the soft hair of his belly between her thighs. He made a sudden move,
and buried his tongue deep within her waiting cleft. A moan came unbidden
from her throat, even as he withdrew and began licking her in small circles
from just above her clit all the way down to the crack of her ass. Oh, this
was even better than what he had done in the parking lot. Trish moved her
hands down and buried them in his hair, guiding him the way she liked.
He raised his
head to look at her. Trish opened her eyes, only to be met with a stern gaze
I’d made it clear we are playing by my rules, Trish.” His tone was one
of authority, and without so much as a thought against it, Trish replaced
her hands above her head once again. This apparently wasn’t good enough
for Joce now. He rose from the bed, and searched through the pile of
clothing until he came to his jeans. He grabbed the belt and released it
from the loops with a slither.
the bed, he leaned over Trish’s head and looped the end of the thing
through the bed frame. The free end he wound around her wrists, cinching it
tight with the buckle. Leaning back, he surveyed his handiwork. Trish
watched him mutely, absorbed in this game being played.
warning, Joce forced Trish onto her stomach. There was no time for her to
protest before her ass felt the first stinging slap from his hand. More
rained down on her upturned cheeks, and she realized with a bit of wonder
that she actually enjoyed this. Joce spanked her with such precision that
pain wasn’t even an issue. His hand stung at first, to be sure, but it was
more of a heated sensation, as though she had stood too close to a roaring
fireplace for too long.
He stopped as
abruptly as he had begun the spanking. She knew with a woman’s instinct
that he was admiring the pink glow he had brought to the plump cheeks of her
ass. She wriggled slightly, showing off. As an answer, Joce slowly slid one
finger inside her wetness, followed by a second and a third. He moved them
in and out languorously, feeling himself grow harder as her juices oozed out
onto his fingers and her thighs.
With the same
laziness, he began painting the crack of her ass with her wetness. She
tensed up a bit when she felt his finger sliding into her anus. Shit, it
felt so good, but she didn’t want anal right off the bat.
she began, but was interrupted immediately.
I’ll take care of you,” he spoke softly as he plunged his finger up her
ass once more before withdrawing.
Trish felt him
move, then his weight rested gently on top of her, covering her body
sweetly. Opening her legs with his own, he nestled his cock, throbbing now
beyond belief with his desire, next to her drenched cave. His strong tongue
drew delicate designs across her back and shoulders. Trish began moving her
hips up and down, teasing him. In return, he lifted his hips and settled his
meat between her ass cheeks. Slowly he slid himself across her anus, using
the slippery goo he had just coated her with.
“I will have you this way some night,” he whispered in her ear. To
drive his point home, he nudged the tip of his rod just far enough into her
rear hole to begin stretching it. Trish moaned underneath him with a mixture
of pain and ecstasy.
her, Joce turned his captive back over so she could face him. He leaned into
her and kissed her deeply, then whispered in her ear.
“I am now
going to lick you until you can’t stand it any longer. I want to hear you
scream so the other guests want to know what’s going on in here. I want to
hear you beg for me to stop…and then---“ He nipped her ear enticingly,
“I am going to fuck you.”
between her thighs, stopping only once to slap both her breasts playfully.
And then his tongue found its way back inside her crevice, returning to its
couldn’t help but begin to moan under his ministrations. And as she felt
her muscles tighten in climax, she dimly realized there had been no need for
his order to be vocal. Her voice let loose in a near-primal scream as her
quivering mound gushed forth its juices again and again into Joce’s
waiting mouth. Never had she come that intensely and for so long. Whimpering
finally from exertion, she did beg him to stop. But it was only after one
final orgasm that he made his way up her body again to kiss her mouth with
As he did
this, his hand snaked over the side of the bed to find the condom he had
dropped there. Deftly, he sheathed his member and positioned it at her
portal. He teased her mercilessly by sliding only the tip of his cock inside
her hungry opening. She found she couldn’t stand it a moment longer.
do you want me to do?” he asked in return.
“I want you
to fuck me, Joce…please…”
pleasure.” He slid his rod inside her swiftly and firmly, making her cry
out once again. With a drummer’s sense of timing, he fucked her hole;
adding sliding moves that made her feel as though she was going to come
again. Trish could feel him growing even larger inside her, and knew he was
about to explode. Her muscles gripped his cock, coaxing him on. It wasn’t
long before she got the best of him, his balls tightening fiercely. He shot
his jism into her heat with a final thrust that made her feel as though she
was splitting wide open.
Exhausted, he collapsed on top of Trish, his fingers releasing her wrists from where they were bound. Jocelin kissed her face and lips tenderly, then looked deep into her eyes.
tell me this was just a one-night stand, Trish. Okay? I mean, I’d hate to
think I just fucked a woman because she wanted some guy in a band.”
Joce silently for a moment before she spoke. “Joce, just because I work in
the sex industry doesn’t mean I’m a whore.”
closed off his protest. “I don’t fuck my clients. I never have, and I
never will. I let you inside me tonight because I want you.
Not the drummer for the band, not some guy with a great body. I wanted
Jocelin. And as for this being a one-night stand…” Trish took a deep
breath. “It’s only that if that’s what you prefer. I hate them,
myself, but sometimes it happens that way.”
down at Trish with renewed confidence.
There would be
more to this story than just this night.
© 1999 RSHC
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