Making and Breaking a Punk Diva

[Bevatoria]

"I think everybody cares about the band, and we all want to make it work. It seems like it could be really stressful, though, if you're doing more work than anybody else. Do you think it would help if we were all better friends outside of practices?"

Travis paused in thought, not sure how to answer that question. It wasn't that he didn't know what his answer would be, but more that it was how to phrase it. "Yeah. That's why I brought up the equality thing, too." He met her gaze with a look of concern. "Generally when a girl joins an all guy band there can be a tendency for her to play favorites...especially when she knows some of them already. I don't want any of them thinking you don't like them."

He saw a concerned look in her eyes as she responded. "I want to help you, if you think there's anything I can do to make the band's morale better."

In response Travis laid a quick hand on her shoulder. "The other guys enjoy playing in the band, but they aren't looking out for the long term future of it like I am. They think it's just about music, but I know better." He smiled at her. "I always think things through from every possible angle - not only for the band, but for our publicity, our touring, our money, everything." He stopped deliberately. "Just keep doing whatever I tell you to do."

With that, they'd reached the liquor store, and Travis held the door for Candy as she stepped in. He waved at the shop owner - a fan of theirs who frequently gave them discounts, which wasn't what you'd expect from someone around 40ish years old - and was about to help get the beers when voices caught his yes.

"Travis! Hey man, how's it going?"

He turned and saw a group of three guys smiling at him, and he went over to bang fists with them. They were university students - 2 white, one black, all in their final year - wearing hoodies and loose sweats, and three of the biggest fans the band had. Considering their loyal fan base could almost be counted on the fingers and toes of everyone in the store at the moment, Travis never missed an opportunity to engage them.

Marco and Will were grabbing the beers as Shawn loomed near the entrance, apparently wanting to leave as quickly as possible.

"Two good days of practice." he replied quickly.

"We heard about Carter, man..." said the second guy, a black student with his head hanging low. "How'd you fill his spot so quickly?"

"Two people." replied Travis. He motioned to Candy, who was standing a few steps away, to join him as he pointed at Marco. "That's Marco, our new guitar player." He put his arm around Candy, hugging her to him. "And this..." he grinned for effect, rubbing her torso with his free hand. "...is Candy, our new singer."

He let the guys shake her hand as they eyed her up and down, not being as restrained about is the band had been.

"She's hot stuff...." said one. "Good choice, Travis."

"Candy's been pretty wild in practice so far.." He responded. "Really knows her stuff, and fitting in."

"I like her shirt, too...my sister's been wanting one of those." said the third guy, who'd been silent up until this point.

"Well, it's an older one - in fact, I think this one's out of print; we only got a few hundred. And now we'll be getting new ones since...." Travis had to keep from widening his eyes, events coming together to give him an opportunity to push their new lead singer a little farther. She'd been drinking, and he looked down at her. The guys were waiting near the door patiently; knowing how much Travis liked his ground level contact, but he knew that even their patience would run out fairly quickly.

Unless what he was about to try worked. In which case, he imagined they'd let him chat up the fans until the store was hit by a comet.

"...well, since Carter left us. Give us a sec, will ya?" He pulled Candy back a few feet, and they resumed their liquor buying, as he leaned in to whisper to Candy so that only she could hear him.

"Do you trust the band, Candy? That we'll always look out for you, no matter what?" His tone was deadly serious, and the look in his eyes even more so, as he continued.

"Do you trust me, Candy? You said you'd do whatever I told you to do, if it was for the band. Did you mean it?"

Her reply was exactly what he was looking for, and he spoke quietly into her ear, but urgently, struggling to contain the adrenaline that was coursing through him as he gave the harshest test yet to his new lead singer.

"You're going to walk over to those three guys. You're going to look them in the eye, take off your shirt, and give it to them. After they get a good look at you, we'll leave."

 

[WildCherry19]

"The other guys enjoy playing in the band, but they aren't looking out for the long term future of it like I am. They think it's just about music, but I know better." Travis smiled at her. "I always think things through from every possible angle - not only for the band, but for our publicity, our touring, our money, everything." He paused for a moment, then said, "Just keep doing whatever I tell you to do."

"Okay," Candy said obediently. Travis did seem to have a great sense of everything; he could tell how the band morale was, he could plan out the practice sessions, and she knew he had always been one of the main songwriters. She could tell from everything about him that he put the band before anything, and that made it easy to trust him.

As they went into the liquor store, Candy was worried she would get carded even though Travis knew the owner. She was quickly distracted from this worry, though, when three tall guys came up to them, all of them in hoodies.

"Travis! Hey man, how's it going?"

"Two good days of practice," Travis said. Candy smiled, realizing these must be fans of the band.

"We heard about Carter, man....How'd you fill his spot so quickly?" another of the guys said.

"Two people." replied Travis. He gestured to Candy, so she stepped closer to him, her eyes still focused on the fans, smiling at them.

"That's Marco, our new guitar player." He put his arm around Candy, hugging her to him. "And this..." he smiled, his hand sliding along her torso, "...is Candy, our new singer."

She was a little startled at this particular touch, because it felt very possessive, like he could touch her anywhere any time he wanted to. It probably didn't help that the fans were staring at her body, not even trying to hide it.

"She's hot stuff...." said one. "Good choice, Travis."

"Candy's been pretty wild in practice so far.." He responded. "Really knows her stuff, and fitting in."

"I like her shirt, too...my sister's been wanting one of those." said the third guy, who'd been silent up until this point.

"Well, it's an older one - in fact, I think this one's out of print; we only got a few hundred. And now we'll be getting new ones since.....well, since Carter left us. Give us a sec, will ya?"

Travis pulled Candy back, his hands on her shoulders.

"Do you trust the band, Candy? That we'll always look out for you, no matter what?" His tone was deadly serious, and the look in his eyes even more so, as he continued.

"Do you trust me, Candy? You said you'd do whatever I told you to do, if it was for the band. Did you mean it?"

"Of course," Candy said, worried by the tone of his voice. What on earth was he about to ask?

"You're going to walk over to those three guys. You're going to look them in the eye, take off your shirt, and give it to them. After they get a good look at you, we'll leave."

Candy's mouth dropped open and she just stared back at Travis. For a moment, she really thought about just punching him in the face, despite the promise she'd just made. But she thought it over instead, trying to put herself in Travis's place: they had a new lead singer, nobody knew anything about her, but the fans thought she was hot.

One of them also specifically said he wanted this shirt for his sister, but the shirt was out of print. She was, basically, the only way the fan's sister was going to get the shirt.

So, Travis's idea would make a few of the band's fans think she was really cool immediately, and it would also give them a story to tell other fans. By the time the band was ready for their first show, everybody would already be talking about the hot new singer.

Candy's lips slowly closed and slowly moved upward into a smirk. "Okay, Travis," she said in a breathy voice.

The three guys were on their way back towards the door with their beer, and Candy walked up to them, biting her lip sensually. She said nothing, but all three of them stood staring at her for several seconds. Then, she reached down and peeled the shirt off and held it out to him like it was nothing.

Her chest was heaving; as calm as she was trying to act, this was an adrenaline rush every bit as big as when she'd been singing earlier. The guy stood there for a moment, stunned. Of course, that was the moment a couple of middle-aged men wearing dirty mechanics outfits came walking in. But Candy didn't even look over at them, staring into the man's eyes, waiting for him to take the shirt.

He reached out and took it. Seeing the guy's reactions, she smirked at them and turned away, giving her hips a little more wiggle as she walked back towards the band than usual.

She was trying to act totally normal when she saw the band's reactions as well, not knowing if Travis had told them about his plan or whether they would think she'd just done it on her own. She would have to ask Travis later. For now, though, she was content on just acting normal. In other words, acting like she wasn't out in public, surrounded by guys, without anything but a Victoria's Secret bra covering her tits.

 

[Bevatoria]

The words hung in the air like a spectre, and they'd made the air thicker, almost like a haze passing through the store. Travis watched as her mouth hung open, as Candy took his request in, looking back at him; for a moment, he felt like he'd have to flinch if she moved, and wondered if he'd gone too far. He had hoped that the two days of practices, constantly grinding herself on Marco, had put her on edge. Combine that with her agreeing to obey him, and the alcohol she'd consumed, would tip her just enough onto his side of things.

Every subtle movement she made, Travis noticed, her body tensing ever so slightly as she tried to make her decision, skirt shifting subtly as she moved from side to side. Seeing her lips close and turn upwards into a smirk filled his heart with glee, and her response even more so.

"Okay, Travis," replied Candy, her voice airy from either nervousness or excitement. Travis backpedaled towards the band (who were all standing near the door, glad they were about to get a full side view of what was going to happen.

Thankfully, he didn't need to tell them to watch, as they were all curious anyways, and would remember this night for the rest of their lives.

The 3 fans - dedicated, devote listeners - had made their selections, moving towards the cash register, but stopped at the sight of Candy making their way towards them. Again, the moment hung in the air for several seconds while she bit her lip seductively, as if anyone was afraid to say anything, knowing that something amazing was about to happen.

And then it did, as she grabbed the hem of her shirt, slowly peeling it up her body and over her head as she offered her garment to him as if it was some sort of gift. It was fortunate the moment was not broken by two middle aged men entering the store; Travis and the guys were off to the right of the door, and the owner had been too cheap to replace the bell.

Even if he hadn't, his eyes - like those of the other 9 males in the store - couldn't have been drawn away from the skimpily clad punk vixen, chest rising and falling with her nervous breathing, an almost dreamlike expression on her face while she waited for the fan to take her shirt from her. The two newcomers simply gaped in shock in their grimy full body outfits; they hadn't seen the full show but in a way that was better, as Travis caught them in their peripheral vision, now they could imagine their own version, maybe taking it further in the darkest recesses of their mind.

He edged his way over, careful not to break the spell that was entrancing the store by talking too loudly, elbowing one of them gently. "We're 'The Choppers.' If you want to see more, show up at our show, one week from today, at The Riding Horse." He then carefully made his way back to the guys, the gawking fan finally taking the shirt from Candy, who hadn't looked away from him at all, although even that wouldn't keep her from noticing that they were all just staring at her gently swaying tits.

With a smile, Candy turned away, giving her hips just a bit of a wiggle as she made her way back to the band, exuding a sense of hotness and confidence as she strutted back to them, acting normal.

As if it was normal for a girl to walk up to guys she had just met and give them her shirt. As if she wasn't drinking in the stares of ten men, six of them strangers, wearing only a skimpy bra, small skirt, thong, and fishnets with boots, with the rest of them generously clothed for the night's cool temperature. Shawn, Marco, Will, and Travis's eyes were all latched onto her now, raking her body up and down, every one of them feeling their pants just a little bit tighter at the vision of lust walking towards them.

But with that, Travis was at a loss for words; talking to her would break her out of her own reverie, which was the last thing he wanted to do right now, but coming up with innocuous conversation would be even harder, especially now that all he wanted to do was just ogle her as they walked outside the store. He wanted to watch the cool night air harden her nipples against the only thing covering her chest right now, and knew the other guys did too.

Luckily, of all people, it was Shawn to the rescue. "What'd you tell those guys?"

"To come to our show next week." He responded, grateful for the distraction. He walked next to Candy but kept his hands off of her, although not without effort.

Will eyed him suspiciously as he carted the beer. "Didn't we lose that show when we lost Carter?"

"Not exactly." replied Travis. He *would* have to work to get it back, but was confident he could; if he could fool his boss into thinking he always had more sick days, doing this would be a piece of cake.

Even as they talked, everyone's eyes continuously darted to Candy, everyone jostling for position alongside her so they could discreetly look at her body. They wanted to leer at her completely bare torso and back, the way her skirt swished around her ass, and her breasts bouncing up and down in their tiny coverings. As he caught her eyes, Travis wondered what she was thinking right now.

 

[WildCherry19]

Candy walked with the rest of the guys down the sidewalk, noticing how brisk the night was for the first time. It must've been this cool before, but it sure didn't feel that way with an extra layer on. . . and this layer barely counted anyway. The bra wasn't sheer, but it sure wasn't hiding her nipples any: the cold wind had made them hard and perky, and she knew the guys had noticed.

She tried to act natural, and didn't even try and cover herself for warmth. After all, she wanted to keep presenting that cool, sexy image that they needed her to have. She blushed as a car drove by, several teenagers staring at her out the window, and one of them shouting something at her.

Candy brushed her hair back behind her ear, her skirt flipping up a little in the breeze. She reached down, holding it until the wind calmed down a bit. God, this was so embarrassing. . . she might as well just be walking around in underwear for all the good the skirt was doing.

It would be easier if she couldn't feel all the guys' eyes on her, watching as her breasts bounced slightly with each step. They were trying to be subtle about it, but it was still pretty obvious since she was already on edge.

Breathing in deeply as they walked, she tried to relax and just take this moment by moment. When they got back to the garage, one of the guys would surely offer her a jacket or something. Right?

Candy looked over at Will. "Will, can I just have one of those beers now?" Maybe if she could get her buzz back, that would help her warm back up.

She looked over at Travis, meeting his eyes. He definitely knew what he was doing, and she knew she'd sacrifice whatever it took to make this band work. But she hoped it wouldn't always be this humiliating.

 

[Bevatoria]

"Whadya mean, not exactly?" Shawn was used to Travis' doubletalk, being more aware of it then their drummer ever was; the carry on of conversation a good cover for their not-so-subtle viewing of their barely clad lead singer, who was putting on a brave face considering how little she was wearing.

"Pretty much what I said. I cancelled, but I'm pretty sure I can get it back." he replied evenly. "The owner could've have found a new act this quickly, at least not one as good as us. Especially as good as we are now."

"How sure are you about thees?" asked Marco. "I will not take time off eef-"

"Relax, dudes." The familiar smile was back on Travis' face, finally back in an area he was comfortable in - namely, bullshitting. "Look at how far we've gone in just a few days together. Imagine where we'll be, and what we'll be doing in a few weeks from now!" He spread his arms wide, and even as much as he was trying to build it up for the band, truth be told, he was starting to believe it himself.

Thankfully, he was saved from having to extend the conversation as they neared the garage, and Candy spoke up.

"Will, can I just have one of those beers now?"

He popped one off and handed it to her, although even as his gaze remained on Candy and her mostly exposed torso, he could see that their every loyal drummer seemed a bit out of it right now.

Maybe he's had one too many. Still, it was worth keeping an eye on as the band made their way back into the garage. Being a garage, it wasn't a lot warmer then outside, and Travis handed fresh beers to Marco and Shawn, who hadn't taken new ones yet. It seemed like Candy wanted to be a trooper about not showing weakness, and while Travis admired it, he knew that he and the guys wouldn't offer her anything to cover up; they were enjoying the view too much. And, if the truth were to be told, Travis was enjoying the power, too, his budding ability to direct their new lead singer in action and in dress, and even as he drank his mind had started to plant seeds as to how far he'd try to go with Candy, willing or not.

"We're all good for next Saturday, right?" Quick nods came from the men in the band as he briefly brought them back to business, and he sat next to Candy on the amp, turning to her as she answered.

"Will does have a couch if anyone needs to crash here, by the way." He laughed, taking a swig. "Come to think of it...we should take this party inside. C'mon." Being a bachelor pad, Will's place wasn't much, but what it wasn't was cold, which the garage was.

Any excuse to keep Candy in her bra a little longer...

 

[WildCherry19]

Candy sat back down on the amp, drinking the beer, kicking her legs again. At this point, none of the guys had offered her a shirt or anything, and she was starting to doubt they would. Anyway, without the wind blowing against her bare skin, the cold wasn't unbearable. She still refused to cover herself, even though no more fans--or potential fans--were going to be seeing her tonight.

"We're all good for next Saturday, right?" Travis said as he sat down beside her on the amp, their legs barely brushing against each other.

All of the guys said they were, and Candy shook her head "yes" as she swallowed another mouthful of beer. As she kicked her legs, she accidentally leaned a little, and for a moment was leaning against Travis's arm. The side of her breast was against his bicep. She balanced herself after just a moment, hoping he didn't think that was some awkward attempt at flirting. Even though it had been a total accident and she wasn't into Travis that way, she felt herself blushing. God. What a nerd.

"Will does have a couch if anyone needs to crash here, by the way." Travis laughed, taking a swig. "Come to think of it...we should take this party inside. C'mon." With that, Travis stood up and started heading toward the door. Candy finished the beer--only then realizing she'd downed it pretty fucking fast--and followed Travis. Everybody other than Travis moved to the side, letting her go through the door. She thought it was nice of them to let ladies go first, but that was before she noticed the way they were all watching her body as she passed them. As she walked into the house, she could still feel several pairs of eyes watching her. She looked nervously down at her feet as she walked, feeling the warmth of Will's place start to warm up her cold stomach, chest, arms. . . well, she was basically cold everywhere. Candy followed closely behind Travis, realizing he was the only one who wasn't practically staring a hole in her bra.

 

[Bevatoria]

He'd thought it was a good idea at the time. Travis had just wanted to get them out of the garage, into the warmer house, where they could all be warm - and, more importantly, Candy would have less incentive to want to cover up. So far, she'd been a trooper, the combination of alcohol and her wanting to be in the band's good graces still leaving her seemingly oblivious any ill intentions on the part of Travis, or the band; he was pretty sure they were starting to get ideas of their own, probably abetted by the booze.

Admittedly, when one of her tits had pressed into his arm, Travis had gotten ideas of his own.

Will's place was a typical bachelor pad, but they still managed to carve out enough room to sit down and drink for a while; the conversation was light, and even as the guys continued to stare down Candy, Travis kept his own booze consumption to a minimum; he was still on this third beer after the other three guys had clearly had more then their share, and had started raiding Will's liquor cabinet.

Shawn was in an easy chair, clearly out of it, while Will and Marco talked about bands they liked, as Travis leaned into their still barely clad lead singer. "I'll walk you home if you want." There was no hint of malice in his voice as he helped her to her feet; she was no lightweight, and while it was probably safe for her to walk home alone this late at night, there was no harm in scoring points for later.

As they neared the door, he offered his jacket to her. "Here." His voice was gentle and calm, reassuring her that he did have her best interests in mind; she would have to sacrifice, but he would watch out for her. The more she thought that, the easier it would be for him to push her later, and a part of him almost felt guilty about it, at least until he saw her zip up the coat over her tits, reminding him of what he was doing this for.

Their walk home was done in silence; both of them seemed to be in deep reflection. Candy, and what had gone on tonight, and Travis, for what would happen next. A gig in one week, with a band who'd been together barely a week of their own, meant they'd need to practice as often as they could; maybe every day, even.

They got to Candy's door, and he placed an arm on her shoulder. "Thanks for being good about everything tonight, Candy. You were great at practice and...afterwards." Even as he tried to comfort her, he couldn't resist a shot at one last thrill. "I'll take my jacket back now." He smiled inconspicuously, getting to watch her take something off one more time.

Soon, she was back to the way she'd been for so much of the evening; clad in her bra and swaying short skirt, and it was in that attire that he leaned in to give her a friendly hug. "Good night, Candy." His hands ran up and down her bare back and shoulders, a calming gesture that doubled as a way to get him one last feel, his hand brushing her ass as he pulled back. Travis could see the confusion in her eyes, and was glad; he wanted her to know that they would protect her, and yet at the same time be wondering why he was pushing things so far....

 

[WildCherry19]

Candy was sipping another beer, wanting to enjoy this one a little slower than the last since she was already feeling buzzed again. As much as she liked these guys, she was still a little uncomfortable about drinking TOO MUCH when she was already wearing so little. She didn't know if they were into practical jokes, but she was pretty sure passing out would be a bad idea.

"I'll walk you home if you want," Travis said in a kind voice, and Candy felt a little bit guilty about the worries she'd had just a moment ago. He, at least, seemed like he could be fully trusted.

"That would be great," Candy said, standing up slowly to try and keep from flashing her panties at everyone.

As they neared the door, he offered his jacket to her. "Here," he said, and Candy smiled up at him, sliding the jacket on and zipping it up. "Thank you," she said, walking in front of him out the door. The wind was even fiercer than before, and Candy was being careful to keep her skirt from rising too high as they walked down the street, the heels of her boots licking loudly along the asphalt.

They got to Candy's door, and Travis placed an arm on her shoulder. "Thanks for being good about everything tonight, Candy. You were great at practice and...afterwards."

Candy smiled at him, still a little bit buzzed, but glad that he genuinely appreciated all the work she'd been doing.

As Travis stepped back a little, he said, "I'll take my jacket back now."

"Okay," Candy said obediently, unzipping it slowly, then arching her back slightly as she slipped it from her shoulders. She held the jacket out, meeting his eyes, much like she'd offered her shirt to a complete stranger earlier that night.

"Good night, Candy." Travis leaned in, his arms wrapping around her. She slid her arms around his shoulders and said "Good night," feeling his hands as they slid up and down her almost entirely bare back. As he pulled away, his hand brushed her ass, and she couldn't imagine how that would've been accidental. As he smiled back at her, Candy stared at him, her lips parted slightly, wondering why after everything she'd done tonight, he'd push her even farther by basically taking advantage of her when she didn't have a shirt on. But she held her thoughts in, deciding it was probably just because he'd had too much to drink.

As Travis walked away, Candy fixed her hair a little, hoping beyond hope that her parents would be in bed, and wouldn't see her come walking in dressed like she was.

***

A week later, Candy walked up to the back entrance of the club they were playing. It was a converted old house, music-focused graffiti all over the outside and inside of the building. It was a small venue that catered almost totally to local bands, and the grime and bad paint jobs were disguised slightly by the fact that lights inside were really dim everywhere except the stage.

Calling it a stage might be an overstatement, since it was only a foot higher than the dancing/moshing area surrounding it on three sides. Since it was a house, there were lots of connected rooms with run-down couches and tables where kids could relax. As if anyone would be relaxing once The Choppers started playing!

One of the few security guards opened the back door.

"Hi," Candy said, tossing her hair. "I'm the singer."

His eyes roamed up and down her a couple of times before he said, "Yes you are." As he stepped out of the way, Candy walked inside, looking for the rest of the band.

 

[Bevatoria]

The dressing room could barely be called a dressing room, since nobody ever dressed in it...at least not before doing the opposite first.

Still, there was a couple of couches, chairs that had clearly seen better days, and carpeting with mottled stains across a lot of it; given that it had been orange to begin with, one might say the stains improved its color, unless you thought about what the stains were...A few beers and bottled waters were laid out on a high table; Travis had already tore through one, and was looking over the set list while Will worked on what Travis thought - well, hoped - was his second beer of the evening.

On stage, Shawn and Marco were setting up and doing a quick sound check; a joint like this didn't give you hours to prepare, because if you were playing somewhere like this, chances are an hour or two wouldn't make any difference. And it wouldn't for them, Travis knew. They'd had five more practices since their 'party' a week ago, five more times to get everyone in sync, learn their parts, figure out how to work with their new additions..and five more chances to see Candy strut her stuff on stage.

Five more chances to see her dress up in new, skimpy outfits. Five more chances to let her get more comfortable grinding up against him, Marco, and even Shawn during practices, although with Shawn it was clearly more familiar in nature then sexual. But even better, it had given them five more chances to let her get used to doing a lap dance on Marco, used to singing a very degrading song, which they would be breaking out tonight.

He had considered using it at the end, but that would've been too obvious. Travis had replayed the image of Candy unzipping her jacket and offering it to him in his mind many times, and it wasn't even her taking off her top in front of him - or in the liquor store in front of half a dozen strangers - that had gotten him so enticed; it was the look in her eyes, the complete obedience, as if she was asking what do you want me to do next?

If she did well, he would be asking her to do more. Much more.

The door to the room opened, with Will merrily clacking his sticks against the table, obviously to the well outfitted teenage punk queen strutting into the room. Travis' fist clenched ever so slightly at her outfit; she'd somehow gotten more bold in her choice of dress, and he sauntered over to her, the familiar smile lighting his features.

"You look great, Candy. Bet all the guys will watch your sexy ass, at least." As if to emphasize the point, he gave it a gentle slap, another reinforcement to get her used to the idea of him touching her. "Ready to go, hot stuff?"

As if on cue, Marco and Shawn entered the room.

"Ten minutes to showtime." Shawn barely got the words out before Marco started stumbling along in his heavy accent.

"I'm telling you, eet's not supposed to be hooked in like that. Only I know what my-"

Marco's nervousness and panic were met by Shawn's dead calm. "Chill, dude. I've done this dozens of times before, I got this." Their 'argument was squashed quickly as Marco opened his mouth, and then saw what Candy was wearing; the band was more well dressed then normal, but as punks, guys never really had to do more then make sure their hair was neat, and their outfit wasn't what they'd slept in. They had to look good, sure, but they also had to play their instruments and got more leeway because of it; knowingly or not, Candy's outfit was designed to do something else entirely.

"Okay, here's our setlist." Travis handed out copies to everyone; they'd have them on stands on stage but one final work through never hurt anyone. "We're going to start with 'Blazing Fire', then go right into 'Inevitable Breakdown'. Marco, you and Will are going to play on your own for the first three bars before the rest of us jump in on 'Blazing...'."

He pointed to a set of songs near the end. "Before 'Heartbreaker', you'll see I've added one of our instrumental numbers. That was at the owner's request." Travis looked at Candy meaningfully. "That means you won't have much to do, so I'm hoping you do some dancing and grinding. Strut around a bit - get the crowd warmed up for for the next few songs if they're watching you instead of listening." he grinned.

"Our final two songs will be 'Bludgeon' and 'Unified Theory of Dead.' " He looked around at the band members expectantly. "Any questions?"

As if on cue, right after they'd finished discussing the setlist, the door burst open. "Two minute warning, guys." Shawn, Will, and Marco headed for the stage, but Travis stopped himself at the door, Candy right behind him. "Shit. Shit!"

He looked back at Candy, trying to fake nervousness as he spoke. "I meant to ask you earlier, and I hate to spring this on you now but...I want you to add something at the end of your dance. On 'Heartbreaker'. Can you...?" Travis looked around. "I know this'll sound crazy but..."

"...we're in a pretty intense club here - it takes a lot to get this crowd's attention." A pretty bold lie; he knew Candy would get their attention in anything, much more in how she was dressed now. "Can you lean in closer to Marco at the end when you're on your knees? Like you're about to, you know..."

The sound of familiar guitar chords coming from nearby caused him to spin around in shock. "Damnit, Marco! Two minute warning, not one minute, you dumbass!" he shouted as he bolted to the stage, not hearing Candy's reply to his suggestion. Luckily, she had about forty seconds before she had to be on, bold guitar riffs, drum hits, and bass lines filling the air, but Travis was already late thanks to Marco's exuberance on his first show.

 

[WildCherry19]

Candy walked into the dressing room, smiling at Travis as he stood across the room watching her. She was a little nervous, hoping her outfit didn't look too slutty. . . she was wearing a fishnet top with a black bra underneath it, a ring in her belly button, and a very short ruffly black skirt with knee-high black boots. She remembered how hot this place got during shows, and she figured this outfit might keep her from passing out.

Will was drumming against a desk annoyingly, but she ignored him, hoping he would think of something better to do. Her nerves were already on edge, and Will wasn't helping.

Travis stepped towards her. "You look great, Candy. Bet all the guys will watch your sexy ass, at least." He gave it a quick slap, and Candy whimpered softly, her hands going to her butt as she smiled nervously. "Thank you," she said, hoping he knew she was talking about the complement. She wasn't thanking him for the ass slap.

"Ready to go, hot stuff?"

She was going to answer, but Travis looked away as the rest of the band came walking in.

"Ten minutes to showtime." Shawn barely got the words out before Marco started stumbling along in his cute accent.

"I'm telling you, eet's not supposed to be hooked in like that. Only I know what my-"

Shawn cut him off calmly. "Chill, dude. I've done this dozens of times before, I got this."

Marco seemed ready to go along with what Shawn said, probably because he was staring right at her. She couldn't tell for sure about the other guys, but Marco definitely thought she was hot. Then again, since she had given him a lap dance every day for the past week, he'd had more of a chance to think about her body. . . Blushing, Candy looked away.


"Okay, here's our setlist." Travis handed out copies to everyone. "We're going to start with 'Blazing Fire', then go right into 'Inevitable Breakdown'. Marco, you and Will are going to play on your own for the first three bars before the rest of us jump in on 'Blazing. . . .Before 'Heartbreaker', you'll see I've added one of our instrumental numbers. That was at the owner's request." Travis looked down at her. "That means you won't have much to do, so I'm hoping you do some dancing and grinding. Strut around a bit - get the crowd warmed up for for the next few songs if they're watching you instead of listening."

"Okay," Candy said with a nod and a shrug.

"Our final two songs will be 'Bludgeon' and 'Unified Theory of Dead.' " He looked around at the band members expectantly. "Any questions?"

Candy was about to ask whether they'd finally fixed the air conditioning system in this shit hole, but before she could speak, a man came in and gave them the two minute warning.

"Shit, Shit!" Travis said. "I meant to ask you earlier, and I hate to spring this on you now but...I want you to add something at the end of your dance. On 'Heartbreaker'. Can you...?" Travis looked around. "I know this'll sound crazy but we're in a pretty intense club here - it takes a lot to get this crowd's attention. Can you lean in closer to Marco at the end when you're on your knees? Like you're about to, you know..."

Then, they heard Marco breaking into the first riff of the show. Travis went rushing out onto the stage, Candy the only one left standing in the dressing room. She was slightly stunned by the speed everything was happening.

"Hi, Travis, it's nice to see you, too," she said, irritatedly. That was good, though. She could channel that into her performance.

As she heard the song moving closer to the first verse, Candy rushed through the doorway and over to the microphone. In that first moment, she was surprised at how many people had shown up for the show. . . apparently she wasn't the only fan of the Choppers. The whole main room was filled with people already bobbing their heads to one of the band's catchiest and fastest songs.

Snatching the mic from its stand, Candy began shouting the vocals, already breaking into her energetic dancing, wanting to wow the crowd from the get-go. She could see that most of the eyes were already on her, and she was a little surprised at how little nervousness she felt. Then again, only a little more than a week ago, she was performing this same song to the band that wrote it, trying to get into the band. In comparison to that, this show seemed easy.

Candy tossed her head back, sliding into the splits and singing the last line as she held the mic above her head, looking up at the ceiling lights. Without a second's pause, Will broke into the opening beat of the second song. The rest of the band joined him, and Candy laughed. Not because anything was funny, just because this was the most fun she'd ever had. Walking up to the very edge of the stage, she started singing 'Inevitable Breakdown,' looking flirtatiously at a cute guy at the front of the crowd. As she turned away, she swished her hips very dramatically, marching back to the center of the stage. She knew she had probably shown part of the audience her panties, but at the moment she couldn't have cared less. Tonight was all about fun.

She danced up to Travis, standing back to back with him, and slowly sliding down to the ground, her blond hair already messy. Then, crawling naughtily across the stage, she started shaking her butt at Shawn, still on all fours.

Quickly climbing to her feet, she rushed back towards the audience, walking along the front of the stage, hands reaching out to brush against her as she kept working the crowd.

The show went on, and by the time 'Heartbreaker' came along, Candy was coated in sweat--her own, as well as a little from all three guitarists because of her close dancing, and a little sweat from the audience since so many of them had reached out and grabbed at her as she walked the stage. But she still had more than enough energy to make this the most sexually charged performance of the song yet. Without planning it, Candy sang the lyrics with just a slightly different, slightly sluttier sounding voice, her dancing incredibly close to Marco. In fact, as she tossed her head back against his shoulder, her body was pressed against him hard enough she felt the chair rock slightly, her butt rubbing right against his crotch.

As the song drew to an end, Candy dropped to her knees. She hadn't had a moment to think about what she would do when this moment came, and after the fact, she was stunned by what she HAD done.

Leaning closer, her ass popped up for the audience, her mouth came forward, and she pressed her neck right against the bulge she had felt in his pants. Looking up at him, her face almost touching his crotch, she said the last line in the same, slutty voice, her vocal cords vibrating the poor guy's cock. "Let's see what you do when you've got me on my knees!"

As the audience burst into cheers, Candy stood and turned toward them, her hands high in the air as if thanking them. The next song started, and Candy delivered a sexy kick at the audience as she burst into the first line, her blonde hair tossing around as she danced primally.

 

[Bevatoria]

Travis couldn't believe his luck. His view. Or that he was somehow holding his chord through this entire mess, sustaining it while the crowd cheered anything but him.

He'd seen her get into her role, making eye contact with the crowd, flirting with the guys with her eyes, winking and smiling at them. Her skirt moving up and down freely, giving the audience several looks and the skimpy underwear beneath, taking it all as part of the show. At Candy somehow doing the splits - impressing everyone in there that she was more then just their scantily dressed singer. Seeing her grind up against him, crawling away lustily while giving Shawn a great view of her ass.

And that hadn't been the best part. As he expected, 'Heartbreaker' had been.

Poor, poor Marco, who's hands had been riding up and down Candy's limber torso, squeezing the fishnet top, sliding in whatever breaks of skin he could find, spreading her thighs as she grinded against him, boldly challenging her body wherever she chose to linger. But she still got the upper hand on him. Candy had even essentially sat on him for much of the song, her head against his shoulder as she essentially dry humped him with her rear. Only panties and jeans separated ass and cock, and Travis could see Marco's eyes rolling back in his head as her skirt flew up in front of him constantly.

And her voice. The sultry, soothing, sexy moaning and whining that almost didn't fit with the punk style had it not been for Shawn and Travis's excellent musicianship, down one guitar player. At the end, she'd fallen to her knees, her side profile to the crowd as she raised her ass, her skirt riding up as her head danced forward, her lips mere inches from his groin as she sang,

"Let's see what you do when you've got me on my knees!"

The crowd wildly applauded, and Candy stood, her hands in the air, poor Marco wobbling over to get his guitar, Shawn staring in in awe, and Will milked the moment perfectly before moving into the next song, which the luscious Candy started with a leg kick, her short skirt flying in the air again as her dance became wanton.

The crowd's frenzy became more urgent, and Travis and Marco did nothing to sate it with their ripping chords, letting Candy get lost in the music as her body bucked and swayed with the rhythm. Travis even took an opportunity to 'accidentally' flip her skirt up with his guitar, drawing a cheer from the guys as he did; hell, for all he knew he'd done it a few more times unintentionally.

They got to the end of their set, and the five band members all waved as they exited the stage, hearing the cheers and chants of 'encore' behind them.

They got into the relatively sanctuary of their dressing room, and Shawn was clearly pumped. "Yah baby!" He high-fived everyone as they entered the room, save for his little sister, who he hugged familiarly, and for Will, who looked past him and didn't even raise his arm; not that it deterred Shawn in the least. "That was awesome!" It wasn't often that Shawn showed emotion like that, except after a show.

"Electric!" continued Marco.

For his part, Travis hugged Candy close in exuberance, not even thinking about her breasts squeezed against his chest, clearly felt through the thin material of fishnet and bra. "That went well." he stated evenly, the smile breaking on his face. "I can't wait to talk to the owner..." He looked at everyone expectedly. "After an encore, of course?"

There seemed to be 3 yesses - judging from the looks on Shawn, Marco, and Candy's faces, if he was any kind of a read on moods - but Will had already grabbed his sticks and his jacket. "I'm done for tonight. Will pick up the drums tomorrow, guys." After a brief fist bump with Shawn, not meeting anyone elses' gazes, he walked out of the room.

"That was...odd." frowned Travis, his bandmate's sour exit not nearly enough to kill his mood as his smile mostly remained. "Still, I'm looking forward to chilling with our fans for a bit. Marco, Shawn, I'll meet you guys out there, okay?" He high-fived his two bandmates as they left, leaving him with their supposed front woman.

"You were great, Candy. Looked like you really got into it and let yourself go..." He went to grab a water, glad there were several as he as pretty sure he'd go through more then one before the evening was done. "I hope that wasn't a one-time deal."

After her response, his smile was now a smirk, although he was still giddy. "I have to talk to the owner before I join Marco and Shawn, but we always interact with our fans a bit after the show. Get to know them, have some fun, stuff like that..." He shrugged. "Kind of unplanned. We usually get free drinks out of it, though."

"As someone who just joined us, you're under no obligation to do this, since it's your first time out." Travis looked her over. "You're definitely welcome, but don't feel like it's a black mark against you if you don't hang out tonight. It's been a long evening and if you wanted to go home and chill until our recap tomorrow, that's fine too. Up to you what you want to do."

Travis let out a long sigh taking another swig from his water, Candy's easy manner making him talkative. "Something seems to be bothering Will, though. He's not all that social but it's not like him to just bolt out like that without telling us something...his drumming was perfect, as always, but even during the show something seemed to be...off, at least with regards to his stage presence." He tossed the empty water bottle away. " As much as a drummer can have, anyways. He's always the most excited one after the show, too, and you just saw him now, looking like anything but...I'd go see him tonight, but the fans always come first."

"Ah well. Guess I'll see him tomorrow." He looked down, all thoughts of Will lost as he looked at Candy again. "So what will it be?"

 

[WildCherry19]

Her arms above her head, Candy danced across the stage, closer and closer to the audience as hands reached out to touch her. She stayed just out of reach, knowing it was practically asking for someone to hop onto the stage, but willing to take the risk. And it seemed that, as rowdy as the crowd was, there was enough love for the guys reaching for her to stay off of the stage.

Dancing and kicking, the colored lights above flashing purple and red across her skin, she made her way closer to Travis, smiling at him and biting her lip naughtily. He knew her a little better than this audience, and knew she wasn't really some sex kitten. At the same time, she thought he might find it funny when she acted like she was flirting with him. It was ironic flirting.

When the show drew to a close, Candy dropped down onto her knees, leaning all the way back so her shoulders were almost touching the floor as she screamed out the last line. The crowd roared as she remained exactly as she was, sweat dripping down her body, her heart racing. She stood up slowly, her breaths fast and shallow, and she blew several kisses out to the audience as she backed her way off of the stage.

"That was awesome!" Shawn exclaimed.

"Electric!" continued Marco.

"As opposed to acoustic?" Candy said with a giggle as Travis pulled her in, hugging her tightly. She hugged him back, excited that their show had gone so well. . . and part of it was because of her.

"That went well." he stated evenly, the smile breaking on his face. "I can't wait to talk to the owner..." He looked at everyone expectedly. "After an encore, of course?"

Will had already grabbed his sticks and his jacket. "I'm done for tonight. Will pick up the drums tomorrow, guys." After a brief fist bump with Shawn, not meeting anyone elses' gazes, he walked out of the room.

"That was...odd." frowned Travis. "Still, I'm looking forward to chilling with our fans for a bit. Marco, Shawn, I'll meet you guys out there, okay?"

"You were great, Candy. Looked like you really got into it and let yourself go..." He said, reaching for a glass of water. "I hope that wasn't a one-time deal."

Candy shook her head with a serious expression. "No, definitely not! I mean, after I get more practice, I bet I'll be even better at dancing on stage and stuff."

"I have to talk to the owner before I join Marco and Shawn, but we always interact with our fans a bit after the show. Get to know them, have some fun, stuff like that..." He shrugged. "Kind of unplanned. We usually get free drinks out of it, though."

"As someone who just joined us, you're under no obligation to do this, since it's your first time out." Travis looked her over. "You're definitely welcome, but don't feel like it's a black mark against you if you don't hang out tonight. It's been a long evening and if you wanted to go home and chill until our recap tomorrow, that's fine too. Up to you what you want to do."

Candy thought it over for all of one second before choosing. After all, she was the new lead singer, and fans would probably have questions for her. She didn't think she'd be able to pull of a mysterious femme fatale attitude, so she decided it was best to interact with the fans as much as anyone else did. "I'd definitely like to come out and meet them. I mean, the quicker they get used to me being around, the better. It's always hard when a band has a new singer, and I want them to be happy with the change."

"Something seems to be bothering Will, though," Travis said, looking towards the door. "He's not all that social but it's not like him to just bolt out like that without telling us something...his drumming was perfect, as always, but even during the show something seemed to be...off, at least with regards to his stage presence." He tossed the empty water bottle away. " As much as a drummer can have, anyways. He's always the most excited one after the show, too, and you just saw him now, looking like anything but...I'd go see him tonight, but the fans always come first."

"Ah well. Guess I'll see him tomorrow." He looked down at her, Candy's thoughts still on how unusual Will had seemed all night. "So what will it be?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Candy said, "Maybe after we finish talking to the fans we could go catch up with him. Find out what's wrong with him. I'm sure it can wait til tomorrow, but . . . well, you know him better than I do. Should we talk to him tonight?"

After listening to Travis, Candy nodded her head slightly. "Well, regardless, I want to meet some fans tonight. I'll meet you out on the stage!"

A moment later, Candy walked out onto the stage, hearing a couple whistles from the crowd. The magic spell that had been cast during the performance broken, Candy giggled, looking away nervously. Making her way over to where Shawn and Marco were standing, Candy breathed in deeply. She had to be cool, not some giggling schoolgirl.

 

[Bevatoria]

"Maybe after we finish talking to the fans we could go catch up with him. Find out what's wrong with him. I'm sure it can wait til tomorrow, but . . . well, you know him better than I do. Should we talk to him tonight?"

Travis' scowl was definitely not at Candy as he looked down briefly. "I don't like leaving our fans hanging, as Marco's also pretty new and Shawn...well, he takes advantage of things rather then giving back." He smiled despite himself. "I seem to connect with people a bit better then your elder brother."

"On the other hand, I know if we leave this Will will just bottle it up and let it out at the wrong moment. He can be a bit moody and eclectic, although maybe that's normal for drummers." Another moment passed as he continued. "But for the first time in a while we finally have some momentum - we'd been struggling for Carter's last few weeks when it became apparently his heart was elsewhere, and tonight's show has me thinking about bigger thing. Will's heart has to be in it if we're going to capitalize on that momentum, we can't have him blowing up at the wrong moment."

"I guess we'll play it by ear." he shrugged.

The 19 year old nodded in response. "Well, regardless, I want to meet some fans tonight. I'll meet you out on the stage!"

Travis only nodded, taking a moment to check his phone as Candy left the room.

Shawn and Marco had already helped themselves to a complementary beer, and were toasting their success as Candy walked up, drawing a fair share of whistles and leers as she strode over to them.

"Anything the lady wants." smiled a waiter. "As long as it's-"

"Water." said Shawn brusquely, eying his kid sister. "Mom and Dad might not bat an eye if *I* walk in barely able to walk, but you..."

A throng of grateful fans kept them company as Candy was handed her water, and Travis waved them over to where some fans had already gathered. A girl with spiked blue hair and a torn shirt and jeans tapped Candy's shoulder, bubbly as she tried to engage the chopper's newest member. "Hi! Loved your singing. So nice to see a girl punk rocking it out on stage, not afraid to put on a show!"

It seemed nobody could get a word in edgewise, as Candy's newest female admirer kept speaking, which Travis was somewhat grateful for since it kept her from realizing how many guys were gaping at her. "Where'd you get your outfit? You look hot in it - every guy in here can't stop looking at you!" She gushed, smiling at Candy warmly.

Travis took it all in silently as more people talked to them, as everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves - even Marco had started chatting up some poor Mexican chick, bantering nonstop for several minutes. Candy seemed to like it, but all in all he could tell she was still a bit on edge, after the high from their performance. The raising din and random yelling in the club seemed to calm her, as since this *was* an old house the atmosphere was much more casual.

After he finished his second beer, Travis slapped an appreciative fan on the shoulder as he playfully yelled at one of the hosts, needing to raise his voice only slightly to be heard in the fairly intimate surroundings. "Come on, for swill this cheap we should be getting refills quicker?" It was meant in jest, as truthfully when it was free, you didn't complain (even if one of them wasn't drinking).

He had a clipped reply, motioning to the somewhat-clean table surface in front of him, towels in place at either end of it with two bottles of random liquor (one of them likely Tequila, thought Travis). "Well, somebody told me we were doing body shots up here..." Travis looked on in bemusement as several voices ratcheted up at once in the small room.

"I said I wanted to, not that we were..." said a black guy near the table.

"She said she'd do it..." A shorter, portlier guy, pointing to another punk rockette, a short black haired girl who shook her head.

"I said I wanted to watch it!" She raised her bottle in tribute to the idea, and the girls in the room looked on hesitantly.

"Whaddabouther? The slurred voice came from someone who'd clearly had one too many, but his intent was clear as he unabashedly looked at the Chopper's new lead singer.

The only response to the quiet murmurs that started was Marco sidling over to Travis, whispering "What is a potty hot?"

He rubbed his forehead with his hands. "He said body shot, M-" His voice stopped as Shawn's voice cut clear through the din.

Shawn's voice cut clear through the din. "No fucking way is my sister doing that." Travis shrugged, thinking the matter decided (even if she likely wouldn't be thrilled at her stepbrother doing it for her), but it was at that point that Candy decided to speak for herself on the matter.

 

[WildCherry19]

"Anything the lady wants." smiled a waiter. "As long as it's-"

"Water." said Shawn brusquely, eying his kid sister. "Mom and Dad might not bat an eye if *I* walk in barely able to walk, but you..."

Candy glared at Shawn, annoyed that he seemed to still think it was his job to boss her around, even now that she was in his band. She was handed a plastic cup of water, and drank deeply from it. Still glaring at Shawn, she decided it was high time she showed him that he wasn't her boss.

He looked back at her coldly, and Candy looked away as a fan came up. The girl was talking fast, obviously really excited to meet her. "Hi! Loved your singing. So nice to see a girl punk rocking it out on stage, not afraid to put on a show!"

"Thanks!" Candy said sweetly, but was immediately cut off by the girl.

"Where'd you get your outfit? You look hot in it - every guy in here can't stop looking at you!"

Candy giggled, knowing she was exaggerating, but also not wanting to contradict a fan on her first night meeting them. "Actually, I got it online," she said, already finding herself cut off by the girl's next monologue. Candy smirked, sipping her water. Well, if this girl kept talking, her night of meeting fans was going to be pretty smooth sailing, if a bit boring.

"Well, somebody told me we were doing body shots up here..." Candy heard, blushing as she looked over to where the conversation has taking place. She'd heard about body shots, but had never seen them done. She wondered how crazy things were likely to get, especially since some of these guys looked like they'd been drinking throughout the whole show.

"I said I wanted to, not that we were..." said a black guy near the table.

"She said she'd do it..." A shorter, portlier guy, pointing to another punk rockette, a short black haired girl who shook her head.

"I said I wanted to watch it!" She raised her bottle in tribute to the idea, and the girls in the room looked on hesitantly.

"Whaddabouther?" The slurred voice came from someone who'd clearly had one too many, but he was staring right at Candy. She was prepared to shake her head 'no' and be done with it, just watching whatever happened.

"No fucking way is my sister doing that," Shawn said. Candy felt her anger at him bubbling up again and took the last drink of water from the glass. Well, this is my chance, she thought.

"Oh, yes I am," Candy said, her voice more confident than it had been since they stepped off of the stage. Walking over to the table where several bottles of liquor were sitting, Candy sat against the edge of it. "I love doing body shots!" she said with a naughty smile. As the guys began whistling and cheering, she leaned over to the nearest fan, the black guy who had apparently suggested them in the first place.

"I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing," she said. "What do I do?"

The guy smirked, helping her further onto the table and showing her she was supposed to lie all the way back. Lying with her back arched slightly, her legs hanging off of the table, she waited to see what happened next, trying to look calm and collected.

She was a bit surprised as the fan took her by the wrists, pulling her arms above her head, holding her halfway pinned down, body stretched across the table. The cheers were only getting louder as she remained there, now helpless to change her mind, knowing the crowd was too loud for her voice to be heard anyway. . . even if the guys were willing to stop at this point.

She giggled nervously, trying to look calmer than she was. Well, you're about to find out what a body shot is, she thought to herself, chest rising and falling quickly as she lay still, arms pinned down, the crowd now surrounding her.

 

[Bevatoria]

"I steel don't get it. What is a proody lot?"

"For the last time, Marco, body shot-" Travis response, as exasperated as he was, was interrupted by an unexpected voice cutting through the din.

"Oh, yes I am," said Candy, and it seemed like everyone went quiet as she strutted over to the table, sitting on it. "I love doing body shots!" The smile on her face had the barest hint of mischief on it, and Travis tried not to grin as she was helped on the table, the aggressive fan taking her wrists and holding them above her head. It had the effect of stretching her lithe body across the table which incurred more hooting and hollering from the assembled crowd.

Watching her chest heaving in excitement, her eyes uncertain of what was going to happen next, was incredibly enticing for Travis, and as much as he wanted to 'help' her out, he hoped that the combination of liquor and the charged atmosphere would make a fan do it. Maintaining some distance professionally (although not physically) would help him later on, as much as he wished he could partake in what was about to happen.

He eyed Shawn curiously while a male fan- a tall lanky guy with long black hair - met Candy's gaze and smiled at her.

"Keep as still as you can." He said quietly, while grabbing her top and pulling it gently up her body, stopping right at her breasts as her smooth stomach, barely hidden by the fishnet top until now, was fully exposed for the patrons of the club, incurring a few wolf whistles. "Just so your clothes don't get wet." He explained, leaning down in front of her now as he pulled her skirt and panties down just slightly, exposing more of her navel. He rested his chin just above her skirt, and nodded to the bartender.

The man shrugged. "No lemon this time, I guess." He gently poured some of the booze onto Candy's torso, and it splashed randomly on it, as the guy waited for it to trail down to him before he started licking and sucking it off of Candy's stomach. Even the most prepared body shot person would squirm a bit, and it was clear the guys were getting off a bit as she seemed to struggle slightly, instinct overriding any reassurances of her safety, the hands on her arms unyielding.

The first shot taker finished licking her about ten seconds later, up near her chest, and a few claps were heard as he walked away, another guy quickly taking his place; a guy with a small afro of red hair.

"My turn." He pulled her skirt just the tiniest bit lower. "Leave more in her belly button this time." Travis arched his eyebrows curiously; it'd be dirty but likely no worse then anything else they were doing as the next shot taker continued. "I wanna suck it all out of there - and don't be so easy with the booze this time.."

More cheers came up as the bartender shrugged, looking down at Candy only in passing as he poured more onto her...

 

[WildCherry19]

"Keep as still as you can," said a tall man with long black hair, walking over to the table. She watched as his fingers gripped the bottom of her shirt and slid it up her body, her stomach and ribs now entirely bare. He let his fingers remain against her skin for a moment as he said, "Just so your clothes don't get wet."

His hands then moved down, sliding her skirt lower as well, then letting his chin rest on her toned stomach as the bartender approached. She could feel her pulse continue to raise as the bartender came over with an open bottle. She watched as he slowly poured some of it down across her stomach, gasping as the liquid hit her bare skin, feeling her nipples harden from how kinky the entire situation was. Quickly shutting out her arousal, though, she focused on the fact that the guy licking her belly was only average looking. His tongue traced along her abs, and Candy couldn't help but squirm as his tongue made its way across her skin. The hands around her wrists tightened, though, and she wasn't able to move far. She hadn't realized how much body shots would tickle!

"My turn," said a second fan, not even as good looking as the last. "Leave more in her belly button this time. I wanna suck it all out of there - and don't be so easy with the booze this time."

Candy remained still as he slid her skirt down a little lower, and she knew that with any more sliding, part of her panties would be showing. Unwilling to go back on her rebellion, though, she smiled up at him. "Thirsty?" she said in her sluttiest voice.

The bartender poured more into her belly button, and the fan began licking and sucking it out, his hand, his tongue then sliding below her belly button a few inches to get a little that ran out. Like the first fan, though, he was polite enough. Not like the third one.

The third guy was actually very good looking, with sexy hair and a torn t-shirt. He didn't even meet her eyes, immediately adjusting her skirt an inch or two lower. Her panties were showing, and without hesitating, he slid them down as low as the skirt. If her skirt was any lower now, the fans would be seeing the top of her pussy. She tried to remain calm. The fan holding her wrists laughed in excitement.

"This is tequila, right?" he said in a gravelly voice. "I don't take tequila straight. we need some salt and a slice of lime."

"Of course we do," Candy said, trying to act like she knew what the hell was going on.

She felt the bartender sprinkling salt between her breasts, and the handsome fan pulled her fishnet top over her breasts. She looked up at him, biting her lip, not able to deny her own arousal now. Then, she felt her skirt as it slid upward. It was left just barely covering her panties, and the bartender placed a piece of lime between her legs, very close to where her skirt stopped.

The cheering was even louder now, and the fan bended down, his tongue sliding along her cleavage, making her gasp with pleasure. . . a little louder than she would've liked. She felt the tequila hit her stomach, much of it spilling below her navel as well, and then felt his tongue as it roughly made its way across her midriff, then all the way down to the top of her skirt, licking up all of the liquor.

Finally, she felt his face between her legs, his forehead actually pressing for a moment against her mound as he sucked the slice of lime. She couldn't help it: she came. Biting her lip, she shuddered, but didn't give any other clue that it had happened. Fortunately, her skirt still covered the growing wet spot on her white panties.

She couldn't believe that being pinned down and licked like this would get her so hot, but there was something very arousing about the lack of control, and the fact that so many of the guys wanted to taste her. Her head rocked to the side as the fan stepped away, and her eyes met Travis's for a moment. She wondered how many fans would want a chance to taste Candy--pun intended--and how long the band would let it go on.

 

[Bevatoria]

He wondered where this would go, if he let it.

Travis looked on as he watched the shots go on. The third fan seemed to have started something, being so demanding of the willing Candy; pulling her skirt down, licking in between her boobs and legs, and pulling her top over her bra. He also could've sworn that he had heard her moan, and saw her tense up a bit at one point, and he wondered if she had orgasmed.

It didn't matter, since someone would likely interpret it that way, and tell a story about how the Choppers' new lead singer had cum in a public place. He knew if things got much further, they'd be able to tell; her skirt and panties were as low as they could be without getting indecent. He could see her look at him desperately, longingly, wanting to get out...and yet still excited by the situation.

She was about to get even more exposure as the guy holding her arms released her to slide her top over her head, leaving her in just her bra, skirt, and panties in this public place, although he placed it nearby as he resumed his vigil holding her wrists. It was just like-

"This is better then the liquor store, man!"

Travis tried not to smile when he heard that; apparently a few of the people who'd seen her take off her shirt there had come to the concert, too, another proof that any publicity was good publicity, and he watched as another patron stepped up, apparently also wanting a tequila shot.

The barkeep sprinkled the salt on her navel, placing the lime in her mouth, and Marco leaned into Travis again. "He can't take it out of there without-"

"That's the idea." Travis watched as the fourth fan, a guy about their age with an afro and beard, licked generously around her navel before drinking the liquor on her stomach, taking some time between her breasts (although Travis could've sworn there had been no tequila splashed up there) before his lips met hers briefly as he bit into the lime.

More cheers met the brave fan as he stepped away from the now bra-clad blonde, as another quickly stepped in to take his place.

"Vodka." It was a black guy, a well built person, whom while friendly, had clearly seen his share of trouble from his rugged appearance and well built frame, his gaze raking over Candy's heaving body. "Lemon here." He ran ins finger over Candy's lips slowly. "And sugar here. " His other hand ran right down the middle of her body, down cleavage, bra, stomach, and navel, pulling her skirt down just a tiny bit more. The server, after obligingly cleaning Candy a bit, sprinkled a generous amount of sugar near her navel and on her breasts, placing a lemon in her mouth as he aimed the bottle.

The fan sucked Candy's cleavage, stomach, and navel for every bit of sugar, his hands pressed into the table near Candy's body as the liquor was quickly splashed onto her stomach. He took his time licking and sucking her, his left hand traveling onto her thighs as he did, inciting more hoots and hollering from the more delirious crowd as Travis looked on, half in lustful wonderment, and half in fear wondering if he could control things after this guy was done.

Marco wasn't bothering to hide his intentions, and there was no sign of Shawn as the fan continued his lustful ride along the blonde's body, his lips clamping down onto hers making it fairly clear he wasn't just after the lemon as the cheers got more pointed.

"That's a good little slut!"
"Give it to her!"
"Take off her skirt, she'll let you!"

Things did get a little crazy at parties, and for a moment, Travis wanted to step in and try to restore order; letting things go where they were headed her might ruin his plans for the band. On the other hand, this wasn't something he had initiated, so as much as he wanted to try to balance the needs of the band against his wanting to see Candy get pushed further and further, he decided that tonight he'd let fate decide that for him as he sat back to enjoy the show.

The fan finally broke away from his passionate kiss, meeting Candy's gaze slowly as a free hand went to the front clasp of her bra. "You know you want this." He whispered to her, fingering it as-

-as Shawn's hand came out of nowhere,, ripping it away from her before he could undo it. "Hands off, asshole." He growled, but even as the anger was clear in his voice, there was another emotion present there too - strain and confusion.

The fan holding her arms finally released her, handing back her top as the server seized on the moment to try to save the mood, clapping his hands as polite applause and cheer broke out for the newest party punk girl. "Bathroom's left down the hall, second door on the right and then left at the end." He said to her, handing her a towel to aid in her cleanup as the bathroom typically wasn't well stocked.

His confidence in blind fate restored, Travis watched Shawn saddle over, eying him curiously; he'd clearly had a few but now it seemed like Shawn was out of sorts. ~How the hell is it that Marco is the only person here acting like himself?~

"You okay dude?" ventured Travis to Shawn, keeping an eye out for Candy's return, assuming she didn't go home. His mind was racing with what this all meant but first he had to deal with the present.