BandMates

"And this is why you don't fuck with other band members...literally." Tasha said, with false bravado. "And people call me the whore."She scoffed, though deep down she knew she had probably screwed up things for the band. Both brunettes glared hatefully at Tasha.

"What?" Tasha said.

"This is all your fault!" Angel snapped.

"It is not. You gave him the blow job and Chrissie fucked him. I'm the innocent one..." Tasha said, leaning back into her chair and kicking Jake's seat one more time for good measure before the plane started.

Soon the plane started and within 8 hours of silence just like the last plane trip they'd arrived to their next destination. As soon as the plane landed, Chrissie went to their PR asap. "I want my own room."

"Chrissie, if you have your own room you do realize Jake will have to share with one of you guys right? Because your band isn't famous like Ozzy's the hotel didn't have enough private suites for you all."

"Fine, I'll share with Angel then." She said swiftly, before grabbing the key. It was clear that Jake hated her for reasons even she was unknown to.

It was at that moment, Tasha came off the plane as Chrissie waved the key in Tasha's face. "Bitch." Tasha muttered before turning to Jake, "Well come on lover boy, looks like we're sharing a room."
 
Jake sneered at her and pushed into the room as she opened it. "Don't talk to me bitch." He snapped and went directly into the restroom to take a shower. God he thought that Tasha was supposed to be his friend, he thought that they all were supposed to be his friends, but they were only using him.

It made him furious, how could they just treat him like shit like that? To use him like he was a piece of meat? Chrissie was the only one that seemed to like him but the actions of Tasha and Angel were ruining it. He stood in the shower looking at his hands, the fingers he used to create some memorable riffs for this band and in his opinion got them all to this point of a career. They were on fucking tour with Ozzfest for fucks sake. They should all be sucking his fucking cock.
 
"DON'T WORRY! I DON'T WANT TO!!!" Tasha screamed through the bathroom door. God, what an asshole but damn it; he was sexy when he got mad like that. Not to mention, now she wouldn't have to break him in since Chrissie and Angel had already covered that part. Frankly, she didn't see why he was so upset with her. After all, she had saved him the humiliation of saying something wrong to Chrissie and getting in trouble.

She'd done him yet another favor and this was the thanks she got! "Hmmph!" Sifting through her clothes, she looked over the outfits she had the choice of wearing tonight. Normally, when Jake wasn't so pissy; she'd ask him what he thought a guy would like to see on her.

Tasha may have been blonde, but she wasn't stupid and knew when to push her luck and when not to.

This was one of those times where she shouldn't push her luck. However, she changed into one of her costumes. It was one that she hadn't worn yet black and red laced, came with a bra top that was see through, an extremely short skirt with sheer stockings.. Ozzy had actually helped choose it, said it looked 'bloody sexy!' As soon as he came out of the shower, she pounced on him. No one said she didn't push her luck when she knew it wasn't wise. She just knew when and when not to.

"Hey, Jake! I know you said not to talk to you, blah blah blah but lets face it we HAVE to work together. Just nod yes or no. Is this hot enough to wear on stage?"
 
Jake got out of the shower wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. He wanted to just get into bed and do the show tomorrow. He stopped in his tracks as Tasha stood before him, wearing little more than fancy bra and panties. She posed a little bit for him and asked if he thought it was sexy.

He sighed, eying her body unable to look away. If one thing could be said for the bitch, she looked incredible. His cock stirred and he shook his head.

Pushing past her he said, "What are you doing Tasha. Leave me alone I don't need your taunting bullshit anymore."
 
"Ohhh come on Jake! I just need to know. I'm not asking to suck your cock or fuck you or anything. It's a totally legitimate business question." She said. Tasha had noticed his cock stirring at the sight of her, so it wasn't like she looked dead ugly in it (which hardly ever happened).

After trying over and over to persuade him, she finally gave up and went to take a shower. Afterwards, she pranced around in her nightwear, until she drove Jake up the wall and finally went to sleep with a smile on her face.

The next night at the show, Ozzy had asked Jake to do some riffs with him onstage again. Chrissie sat to the side watching Jake with a longing look but hadn't said anything to him. Angel sat on the other side shaking her head pitifully at her sister.

Tasha on the other hand was planning for their time to go onstage. It would be harder for her to get anywhere with Jake, because she was the drummer. Therefore any of the sexy scenarios that went on in her head could actually be pulled off unless she was the basist.
 
Due to family problem Ozzy had to go on stage before their band, which would make them the headliner for the night. Jake went on stage to rock with Ozzy which was amazing like always. Ozzy was doing a lot to hype Jake's playing up which was giving the whole band a big following. It was great for them.

When it was there turn they played a rocking show. Chrissie and Angel doing their thing with Jake like always, though during one of Jake's big solos he stepped up front and actually pressed himself against Chrissie for the first time ever, which made the crowd scream.

After the show they had a finally night together, he and Tasha. "God next city I'm staying with Angel." He told them before going straight to the shower.
 
During their performance, Tasha watched Jake as he did one of his solos pressing himself against Chrissie. Her eyes narrowed jealously. Taking a calming breath, she reminded herself that tonight would be the night that Jake wouldn't think about Chrissie.

She'd worn that same outfit she had tried on the night before, the black and red lacy one which was see through. There was no way he could resist her.

Chrissie had been in shock. She hadn't been expecting Jake to press against her and had to fight back a moan onstage, but it slipped causing the crowd to scream even louder.

After the show, Tasha narrowed her eyes at Jake as he declared that he was staying with Angel in the next hotel.

"Why? Cause she gives you free blow jobs?" She said, haughtily but he ignored her and got in the shower. She glared at the bathroom door.
 
Chrissie's moan on stage had Jake's blood boiling. He knew that she was turned on by him. He stood in the shower with the hot water pouring down his back and a raging hard-on sticking out before him. He groaned and decided not to jerk off, after having pussy he knew it wouldn't ever be the same to just use his hand.

He turned off the water and dried off, wrapping a towel around his waist. He went out and straight to his bed. Trying to ignore Tasha's nightly taunt.

He finally sat up and glared at her. "Let me ask you something Tasha, what the fuck is your problem with me? Are you upset that you didn't have the balls to fuck me first? I bet that's it. I bet you want my dick and your mad that Chrissie got it first."
 
Tasha stiffened at his question. She turned her back to him. "No, I am not jealous that she had your cock before I did!" She grinned and turned back around to face him. There was a smug look on her face. It was seriously on the tip of her tongue to say 'it was actually Angel who had your cock first'. She bit back the remark.

"First? Why Jakey, are you saying you want me to be your..." she counted with her fingers though she knew exactly how many women he'd been with sexually. "Your second and a half woman? Because technically, Angel only got as far as sucking your cock."

She shrugged him off and grabbed her night wear from her suit case, "Besides, you couldn't handle this piece of ass, Jake." There was a twinkle of mischief in her eye as she walked to the bathroom.
 
Jake rolled his eyes and rolled over onto his back on the bed. "I think you are overestimating yourself." He smirked and realized that he could manipulate her by hitting her ego. Tasha thought a lot of herself but if he made fun of it and ignored it then she would do all the more to press herself upon him.

He took a deep breath and said. "I guess that's why you play drum huh? You can't shake your ass the way Angel and Chrissie can. Probably a good thing, wouldn't want you to hurt yourself on stage, it would be bad for the band's image."
 
"I think you are overestimating yourself."

Tasha paused in her steps, her fists clenching at her sides. So he'd had sex one measely time and she was overestimating herself? "Maybe you're overestimating yourself. You may have had sex once but that doesn't mean you are a pro at making a girl orgasm." Her back was still turned towards him. How dare he?

All the guys she'd ever fucked said she was the best fuck they'd had. And he thought she was overestimating herself?

"I guess that's why you play drum huh? You can't shake your ass the way Angel and Chrissie can. Probably a good thing, wouldn't want you to hurt yourself on stage, it would be bad for the band's image."

She whirled around, glaring hatefully at Jake. Normally, Tasha had tons of comebacks for Jake. They were normally readily stored in her brain. However, right now she was drawing a blank. All she wanted to do was throttle his scrawny little throat!

"Oh you don't know how wrong you are, Jakey..." She said using his most hated nick name, "I shake my ass so good, that if a pimp saw me he'd beg me to be his hooker."
 
Jake was thrilled that he was getting Tasha to go absolutely crazy. The more he talked shit the more she insulted herself. She had just called herself a whore. Or that she had the skills of a whore.

Jake sat up and glared at her, "I don't believe that. If you are so good, put your money where your pussy is and prove it." He smiled and leaned back, "Unless you are chicken. See I realized something. I learned that being nice to you girls doesn't get me shit, if I want pussy I have to be an asshole, especially to chicks who think they are hot shit like you. So fuck off, or suck me off. Either way it'll shut you up."
 
Tasha really should've felt ashamed for getting so turned on by his gruffness. The thing was, he wasn't as hot when he was calm as he was when he was angry; especially if that anger was geared towards her. Ironically enough, it was geared towards her. Instead of bitching and using words as she normally did. She slowly walked towards his bed.

A slow evil smile spread across her face. Tasha was so incredibly thankful that she hadn't changed out of her black and red lacy underwear, yet. "You want me to put out do you?"

She untied the towel around his cock and began stroking it. "Are you sure your little girlfriend won't get mad?" She said, attempting to distract him with her hands before he backed out.
 
Jake watched as Tasha climbed onto the bed and gently unwrapped the towel. His cock exposed to her he felt her gently cup him in her little hands. He sighed and she watched him with a smirk. He thought about Chrissie, but he knew that Tasha had ruined anything that they could of had. So she owed him.

"Don't try to get out of this because you are bad at it." He told her. "Look your fingers don't even know how to handle a dick for all your big talk you could stroke it right." He told her, not letting on that she was doing just fine. He needed to stay in control here.
 
Tasha was fuming on the inside. How dare he say she wasn't doing it right! He'd had one suck and one fuck and now he was the expert on whether she was doing it right. Her anger had to be obvious on her face. Her eyebrows crinkled up angrily.

"Not...doing...it...right...huh?" She squeezed his cock, not too hard but not exactly soft.

"I guess you would know how a good jack off would feel like, wouldn't you Jakey? After all, you've been jacking off most of your life." She snapped, angrily. Her other hand moved down towards his balls, her eyes had that determined look as she began massaging his balls with one hand.

Soon, her mouth replaced what her hand had been doing, sliding her tongue up and down his shaft as she sucked. Her warm wet mouth, enveloping his cock.
 
Jake sighed and enjoyed the feeling of her mouth wrapping around his cock. Dispite what he had told her, she knew what she was doing. Her fingers caressed across his balls and the combination of her mouth and hand was wonderful. Though Jake was not ready to give into her yet, so he held himself back, thinking about baseball to keep from exploding into her mouth right then.

"That it?" He chuckled. "Maybe you should try using your pussy." He wanted to laugh at her with how easy it was to bend her. He would have gotten inside of her ages ago if he'd known she'd react like this.
 
Ironically enough, his words only made her want to do better, make him cum so hard that it blew his own mind! Her lips pushed further and further down his cock. Why was it so hard for him to be aroused by her. Everyone was aroused by her, damn it even the girls wanted her!!!

Was he just like...not even attracted to her or something? Was he doing this to embarrass her? Well, then...if that was how he wanted to play it. He'd be the one embarrassed.

Her throat constricted around his cock as the tip hit the back of her throat. She groaned against it making gurgling noises. And despite her best efforts not to get turned on by sucking his cock, she was incredibly turned on. Her panties were beginning to get wetter and wetter.
 
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