ROCK HARD
by
Nadine Wilder
Copyright©Nadine Wilder 2011
Cover image courtesy of djayo and duchesssa-stock.xchng
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Chapter One
Janis had been to many rock gigs before, but never one like this. She recognised the tension between the excited audience and the bustle of the crew on stage. She relished the sweaty press of bodies all around her, and the thrill of being amongst a number of individuals who would soon merge into one heart and mind, fused by the music.
But this was no ordinary rock band, and the crowd's lust for entertainment was spiced with something dirty, something wicked. Whatever was happening in the way of preparation on stage was hidden from view behind a giant screen bearing an image of a man with arms and legs outstretched, like the Leonardo drawing. Except that he was standing against a devil's head in the shape of a five-pointed star, and from his groin sprang an erection the size of a baby's arm.
Already Janis could smell the musky odour of sexual arousal seeping from her neighbours. To her right was a girl in black leather trousers and a red stretch bra that clearly showed the prominence of her nipples. One the other side a heavily tattooed man with cropped hair was wearing a Grass Blade T-shirt, with the rock star's head silhouetted against a marijuana leaf. Janis had the same one at home, but for her first live Shaft gig she'd chosen her favourite: a black T-shirt with 'Blade of the Shaft' written in white Celtic-style script beneath a portrait of Blade's head with his hair streaming out like the rays of the sun. It was an exclusive design, numbered thirty-one of a limited edition, and she was very proud of it.
Janis heard the scornful voice of Adam, her boyfriend, saying, 'What did you waste your hard-earned money on that for?' The memory still had the power to hurt her. Adam had been jealous of the rock star ever since they'd swapped sexual fantasies and she'd told him about what she imagined doing with Blade. Earlier that evening, when she'd surprised him by saying she had two tickets for the Shaft gig at the Pyramid, an ugly scene had erupted and she had stormed off. Janis had hoped to involve him in her enthusiasm for the band and end his ridiculous jealousy. But it had backfired on her so badly that she had given up all hope of, or even desire for, reconciliation and was already thinking of Adam as her 'ex'.
Now, standing there alone in the midst of an increasingly turned-on crowd, she felt both vulnerable and immensely elated. Maybe Adam hadn't been so good for her after all. She was only twenty-three, too young to think about settling down. It would be good to play the field awhile, find out more about herself and what she wanted from others. In any case, sex with Adam had become boringly routine. Stuck in the comfortable rut they'd created for themselves Janis hadn't wanted to admit that to herself, but now it was staring her in the face.
The warm-up video by a minor rock band ceased abruptly and the electric buzz of voices dropped to an expectant murmur. As soon as the Shaft logo appeared on the screen a roar of approval came and people near the front began jumping up and down with impatience. A slow handclap began, shouts of 'We want Blade!' together with stamping feet and loud whistling. Janis gazed up at the familiar symbol, remembering how it had taken her some time to realise how it was constructed. The devil's face behind Blade's aggressive stance made up an inverted pentacle, with the five points being a pair of horns, Spock-shaped ears and a goatee beard.
Yet Shaft was not just another heavy metal band flirting with black magic. Its charismatic leader was the originator and undisputed king of Porn Rock, a steamy blend of hard rock and hard porn that was attracting the over-18's in their thousands. The tabloids were screaming with hypocritical outrage, the politicians promised to do something about it, but a European court had decided that provided identification was checked at the door there was nothing illegal about adults watching what was, as far as they were concerned, just a live porn show.
Slowly the giant screen at the front of the stage began to lift, accompanied by crashing guitar chords, thudding percussion and bursts of real fire. The audience cheered as the scene was revealed, instantly recognisable as some kind of harem, with a fountain centre stage round which six semi-clad women were reclining on gaudy satin couches. The spouting water changed colour as the music swelled into the familiar melody of 'Ready for You', and the ecstatic screams reached new heights. Janis swayed to the driving rhythm, utterly transfixed, and let the bass vibrations from the speakers set her heart and belly throbbing.
'Ready for you, I'm ready for you!' sang the women, rising from their couches and starting to strip off their flimsy garments. The audience first started clapping then took up the song, dragging slightly behind the beat.
'I'm ready, are you coming? I want to come too!
I want to feel the power, the power in you!'
Janis sang along with the rest, familiar with the song from the CD Rom Shafted! She preferred the harem setting to the computer images of Blade riding Virgo dressed as a highwayman, which she'd thought was a bit daft.
Now the troupe of gorgeous females were coming to the front of the stage, showing off their charms amidst roars of approval. They'd been carefully chosen to cater to everybody's taste. A red-head with small, pert breasts and boyish hips cavorted next to a tall, buxom brunette. A willowy blonde with hair to her waist and a perfectly-proportioned figure held hands with an earthy black woman who was wiggling her large hips and showing off her ample, but firm, buttocks. The third pair consisted of a petite Asian girl and a brown-haired woman with enormous breasts that swayed like tethered balloons in a high wind.
One by one the girls were singled out by a man's voice calling from the wings. Everyone in the hall recognised it as Blade's, and the screams multiplied. He sang, 'Hey Pam, are you ready? Ready for me?' and the red-head stepped forward to tumultuous applause singing, 'Oh yes, Blade, I am ready, Ready for you!'
While she sang Pam began to caress herself all over. She squeezed her dainty breasts with both hands and wiggled in ecstasy, then she smoothed her palms down her sides and stroked her thighs. When she put one hand between her legs the response was deafening.. Although she continued singing while she her own body the words were punctuated by moans and sighs.
'Oh yes, Blade – uh! – I am ready – ah!
Ready for – ooh! – you!'
After she had apparently reached a climax – it was impossible to tell whether it was real or simulated – she stepped back in line to applause and whistles. Then it was the turn of Carol, the brunette, to show just how ready she was. More exhibitionist than Pam, she pulled at her dark pink nipples until they stood out against the creamy skin of her breasts, then dangled them over the front of the stage for the men to grab at, like bobbing apples. Laughing and winking, she informed the crowd that she was 'very, very ready' for Blade.
Diane, the blonde, spent a while stroking her tanned buttocks with her long mane before turning to give the audience full view of her erect breasts and lithe hips. She slid her finger down through her bush and into her quim then licked it, to the delight of everyone. Lucille, the black girl, was bolder still and made the men in the front row reach up and feel her moist crevice. 'Am I ready?' she sang at them, with a giggle.
'Yes, you're good and ready! Ready for Blade!!' came the delighted reply.
The little Chinese girl, Suzanne, pretended to be shy and used a fan as a prop, peering coyly at the audience and giggling whenever she touched herself intimately. Finally the well-endowed Tina produced a fluorescent green dildo and was rewarded by a cheer. Some of the audience had brought similar ones along, some green and some pink, which they waved triumphantly in the air above their heads. Tina proceeded to rub hers between her giant breasts, much to everyone's amusement. When she put it between her thighs there was uproar, and suddenly all the other girls on stage began fighting her for it.
The show was turning into a female wrestling match, and the audience loved it. Tina had the advantage of bulk and managed to toss Suzanne and Diane right into the fountain before there was a sudden crashing chord and Blade appeared on the balcony at the back of the stage, silhouetted in black against a simulated night sky. Everyone went crazy, and Janis felt her legs turn to jelly. It was all she could do to remain upright. The build-up to Blade's appearance had been cleverly designed to get the onlookers worked up and as 'ready' for him as the women on stage were. So when he finally appeared it was quite a shock.
A voice behind her ear whispered, 'Don't worry, darlin', I'll make sure you're all right!'
Janis felt strong arms squeezing her waist, smelt the unmistakable scent of beery sweat and musk, and knew that she was no longer alone in the hall. Tempted as she was to turn round, she decided it would be more exciting not to face her anonymous partner, just feel his masculine presence right behind her. He was holding her tight against him, with the ridge in his jeans pressing against her backside, and a surge of pure lust went through her. But she was distracted only for a moment. With a blinding flash the lights went up on stage, flooding the carved wooden balcony with glowing colour and illuminating the Prince of Porn.
The crowd went wild as Blade began descending in golden light from the balcony, followed by his musicians dressed as eunuchs. He was wearing a simple white gown, his head tied with an Arab-style turban, and his blue eyes glittered with fierce intensity against the dark tan of his face.
'Are you ready?' he sang out, this time addressing the question not just to the swooning women on stage but to the entire audience.
'YES!' came the tumultuous reply.
Janis watched in fascination, dividing her attention between the charismatic figure on the stage and the close-up of him on the video. She saw his handsome features distort into a snarl as he strode up to Carol, who now had the dildo, and snatched the thing off her, throwing it into the audience. He took half a dozen running strides back up onto the balcony where he stood on the podium with his back to the audience, legs apart and arms spread above his head in the manner of the Shaft logo. The pure white drapery fell dramatically from his wrists to his ankles, making him look like an angel in flight.
The music had dropped in volume now, a repetitive riff emphasising the suspense as Carol slowly climbed the steps behind him. Tall as she was, she had to stand on tiptoe to reach up to his shoulders. As she did so the music built towards a crescendo. The garment must have been held by something like Velcro because when she gave it a slight tug it fell off him in two halves, front and back slipping down to make two white pools at his feet.
At the sight of his naked back and buttocks, Janis felt her cunt contract with sudden desire and the man behind her began to rub her breasts through the T-shirt, rousing her even more. She wriggled her bottom against his groin and he gave a low chuckle, but all Janis's attention was concentrated in her eyes. Milking the effect to its maximum, Blade began swaying as the beat quickened, flexing his taut brown buttocks but maintaining his posture. The music flowed into the introduction to one of the band's best-known songs and the place erupted, screams and yells threatening to raise the roof. Then, with slow deliberation, Blade began to turn around, the first line of the lyric pounding out at full volume:
'Hard man, I'm a hard man,
I can rock hard, all night long . . .'
The lighting was carefully designed to make him look like a bronzed Greek god as he displayed his naked body in all its splendour. Janis found it suddenly moving, and felt tears prick her eyes. How long had she dreamed of seeing her hero live, just like this, and now he was even more wonderful than she had imagined. Below the muscled chest and flat stomach, between his sinewed thighs, was the focal point of everyone's image of Blade, the giant phallus that had made the man a legend and inspired thousands of love-sick fans to worship him.
Slowly, arrogantly, Blade descended to the level of the women who were bunched in awe around the fountain. The huge erection seemed to move before him, like the mast on the prow of a ship. The music changed into another of Blade's big hits. His voice filled the auditorium with its rocky up-beat and insistent message:
'Gonna fuck you, pretty baby, from your head down to your heels,
Fuck you, little darlin', till you know how good it feels . . .'
Everyone in the audience was moving their hips now and Janis was no exception. She could feel the tight embrace around her waist as she rocked from side to side and her anonymous partner fell into the rhythm with her. After the dramatic impact of Blade's first appearance the mood had lightened. The girls on stage were on their feet too, prancing around the fountain, showing off their wares and vying with each other to be the first to win Blade's favour. He took the hand of each as they twirled past him, and on the video Janis could see the exaggerated expressions he was making as he sang, pretending to look as if he were giving the choice some serious consideration.
At last the music slowed and quietened, the lights dimmed, and Blade took Diane and Lucille by the hand. The rest of the girls skipped off stage making disappointed noises while the part of the stage containing the fountain was pushed to the back and, in its place, a large round bed descended slowly to tumultuous applause. Janis held her breath as Blade led his two concubines towards the silken nest that was covered in cushions. After all the drama, fun and games, the mood was now one of sultry sensuality, helped along by the slow tempo of the next song, 'Sweet Pussy', and the subtle scent of jasmine and roses that was wafting through the air ducts to every corner of the concert hall.
The rich, sexy tones of Blade's voice now filled the place as effectively as the perfume, making Janis sigh with longing. How she envied those two chosen beauties as they lay on either side of Blade's magnificent body, ready to take part in the love ritual.
'Come here, sweet pussy, let me stroke your fur,
Come here, sweet pussy, let me hear you purr. . . '
The luxurious bed began to revolve slowly, letting everyone have a good view of what was taking place upon it. Blade lay there passively, letting the two women worship his body with their hands and lips. On the video screen was a close-up of his monumental prick which two feminine hands, one black and one white, were alternately caressing. At the top of the great shaft was the shiny dome of his glans, swollen and pinkish-purple. Janis wondered how any woman could possible accommodate such a monster and gave an involuntary shudder. She could feel hands creeping up beneath her T-shirt now, lightly crossing the bare skin of her midriff, and she tensed with expectation. She was not wearing a bra.
When the stranger's fingers reached both of her stiff nipples at once and began to pinch them gently, Janis let out a gasp of relief that was either ignored or unheard by all those around her. She leaned back against him and felt again the urgency of his erection, pressing between the back pockets of her jeans. On screen she could see blonde Diane positioning herself on top of Blake, preparing to lower herself down onto that gargantuan spike of flesh. Like everyone else in the audience her gaze was riveted to the action as the intrepid woman manoeuvred herself slowly, slowly, into docking position.
'Sweet pussy lips, with your little red mouth,
I could kiss and lick you, from the north down to the south . . .'
The words of the song were now directed towards Lucille, who was kneeling over his face with her dark labia drawn back and her pink quim exposed. The all-seeing camera caught the moment when the tip of Blade's long tongue probed into that wet, warm interior and the crowd gave out a gasp of envious lust. Looking around for a second Janis could see that furtive movements were going on almost everywhere, with people groping each other beneath their garments, kissing and caressing as far as they could while keeping their eyes fixed on stage or screen.
Diane was now rising and falling with easy grace, looking perfectly at home in the saddle as she slid up and down on Blade's hefty pommel. Her buttocks were spread out over his thighs and her breasts pressed against Lucille's back as she wriggled her mons in Blade's face, all three of them now rocking to the rhythm of the song. While he munched at the black girl's hairy delta Blade was rubbing her large breasts, making the dark nipples strain for his touch.
The pace of the action quickened with the music, and Janis felt a hand drop from her breast to the buckle of her jeans. She offered no resistance as first her belt was undone, then her zipper. The hand insinuated itself beneath the band of her panties and went on down, finding her damp bush. Janis slackened her thighs to allow him further access and was gratified when his finger found the swollen button of her clitoris, already bursting out of its sheath and hungry for stimulation. Clumsy at first, he let her guide his hand to the best spot and then applied just the kind of firm pressure she liked. Relieved that her own lust was soon to find an outlet, Janis turned her attention back to the performance on stage.
Now the two women were nearing their climax and so, it seemed, was half the audience. Blade's voice was singing about a 'hot, pulsating pussy' as Diane gasped her way through the final stages of her arousal and Lucille was proclaiming her delight in moans and groans. The whole place was filled with sex. It oozed from screen and stage, from the bodies below that swayed and screamed and stroked and gasped until it seemed as if they were all going to come at once in one huge, orgiastic release. Relentlessly the musicians played on, half hidden in the shadows at the back of the stage, moving towards their own peak of sound while they subtly orchestrated the responses of the two women and, through them, of the whole audience.
Then came a sudden trilling fall of notes, accompanying the shrill cries of Lucille as Blade's tonguing of her finally achieved its goal. Her huge breasts shuddered in tune with her vagina as the racking spasms passed through her body and Janis, watching through dim eyes, felt her own orgasm begin. She heard, but scarcely saw, the last voluptuous paroxysms of Diane as Blade pumped his prick into her with forceful pride, and then her eyes closed as the bliss swept her up, out of the heaving morass of sweaty bodies and into a private space where she could wallow in the delicious sensations flowing through her. Only the music remained, thumping out its heavy erotic pulse while she wallowed in the ecstatic flutterings within.
Afterwards she wanted to lie down, but there was only the body of the stranger who had pleasured her to lean against. He held her firmly round the waist, kissing the back of her neck as she came down. Eventually she was able to look towards the stage again where she could see Blade escorting the two women towards the wings amidst much cheering and whistling. The smell of sweat and love-juice was overpowering, making Janis feel slightly sick now that her first appetite was sated. There was a hiatus when the screen came down, blotting off the stage from view, and the video showed the Shaft logo again.
Janis felt the whole audience relax when Blade moved off the stage and she gave a long, satisfied sigh. There was only so much sexual tension you could bear. She knew more or less what to expect in the second half of the show where the band's female star came into her own. While the other six women were very much Blade's sex slaves Virgo was his equal, and the encounter between them promised to be most exciting. There was a photo of the beautiful star on Janis's bedroom wall, next to Blade's. Sometimes Janis tried to look like her, giving her hair a dark rinse and putting on the heavy, Egyptian-style eye make-up that Virgo used to make her green eyes look an even more startling shade of emerald.
When the band struck up with what had become Virgo's signature tune, the place was in uproar once again. It was not just the female vocalist they wanted. It was to see her and Blade together, in sexual combat, playing out the age-old antagonism between man and woman which could only have one outcome.
Slowly the screen was raised and a new set appeared, to an enthusiastic reception. The band was strumming the introduction to 'Hard to Get' as the crypt of a church was revealed, with pillars supporting a low ceiling, a coffin and some tombs in the corner. The four women who'd not had the pleasure of Blade's company in the previous set now came on dressed as vampire maidens in white gauzy dresses with wildly flowing locks, their pointed teeth tinged with red.
As the girls danced in a ring around one of the pillars, a coffin lid began to move and soon the black-caped figure of Blade appeared. The girls squealed excitedly when they saw him and hurried towards him, their excitement echoed by the crowd. He threw off his cloak and stood naked before them, letting each of the four fondle his erect penis. Then the girls knelt in turn to suckle his cock, before they tripped off and concealed themselves within a tomb. Suddenly there was a bright glare of sunlight through the window and Blade hid his eyes with a grimace, creeping back into his coffin as well.
The music swelled and the light brightened, spotlighting the fabulous figure of Virgo as she stood at the top of the stone steps leading down into the crypt. She waited for the applause to die down and then descended slowly, letting everyone see her costume. On the video screen Janis could take in every detail. Beneath the mask-like beauty of her features, Virgo's magnificent body was clad in a skin-tight strapless dress of peacock blue that accentuated both the turquoise in her eyes and the tantalising depth of her cleavage. A side-slit up to her waist showed off her long, slender legs in black, high-heeled shoes. She wore long black gloves, and her blonde hair was piled on top of her head in a cascade of curls. As she walked her lithe hips swayed lazily from side to side, giving her an air of voluptuous indolence.
Once Virgo reached centre stage she began to sing:
'Hard to get, I play hard to get,
I've not met the man who can catch me yet . . .'
A male voice directly behind Janis murmured, 'God, what a babe! I could fuck her to kingdom come!' and she knew it must be her faceless lover, but she wasn't going to turn round and find out. She preferred to imagine Blade's hands and lips on her body, pleasuring her.
There was a different atmosphere in the crowd now, less raucous, almost respectful. Janis was intrigued, wondering if people were simply worn out by their various activities during the first set. Somehow she didn't think so. The presence of such a beautiful sex object seemed to demand more reverence than Blade's raunchy act had done.
While Virgo stood there singing, the lids of the tombs were raised one by one and out crept the vampire virgins, apparently lured by her siren-song. They put out tentative hands to touch her, but she slapped them away angrily as if they were merely annoying insects. The sight of her appeared to send them into a frenzy of desire, and they began to fondle each other, stripping off the gauzy garments until they were all nude. Whenever they came too close Virgo would dodge behind a pillar, all the time insisting that she 'played hard to get', but the girls grew increasingly lascivious and were soon engaged in a sexual free-for-all, licking and stroking and kissing and poking each other quite indiscriminately.
Then the lid of the coffin began to move again and the Dracula-figure of Blade emerged, hissing at the promiscuous girls who squealed and fled back into their tombs. Slowly emerging from the shadows, Blade began to harmonise with Virgo, singing his own version of the words:
'Hard to get, don't play hard to get,
You've just met the man who can get you wet . . .'
A titter went round the audience as Blade's parody on Virgo's lyrics sank in. He was mimicking her actions too, standing right behind her and posing like a drag queen. The crowd loved it and burst into applause, but then abruptly ceased as they realised they might miss the words if they clapped too loud.
'Hard to find, men are hard to find,
They just fuck your body and ignore your mind,' trilled Virgo.
With wicked glee, Blade's alternative version ran:
'Hard to find, I'm not hard to find,
If you suck my dick it'll blow your mind!'
Suddenly Virgo turned to confront Blade, and everyone cheered. She pushed her hand right in his face and he reeled backwards, staggering histrionically to the delight of the crowd. The pace hotted up. Virgo came right onto the apron and, with a contemptuous glance over her shoulder at the punch-drunk Blade, began to peel off her long, black gloves. She began singing very quietly, seducing the audience with her incredible eyes all the while. Blade kept his distance, lying on the floor and gazing up at her with lust emanating from every pore. She dangled each glove over the upturned faces of the crowd before tossing them casually into the air where they drifted down like black bats to be snatched at by hands eager for a trophy.
Slowly the rock diva turned round until she was facing the prone Blake once more. Her hand crept to the long zipper down her back and, to the frenzied approval of the crowd, she began to pull it slowly down. The creamy whiteness of her back was revealed, smooth as silk, then the top of the crevice between her bum cheeks was visible and the audience stamped and cheered wildly wanting more, more! The band slid into another of Virgo's songs, 'Are you man enough for me?' and Blade jumped to his feet. He began to brandish his fully erect organ, strutting around with his hand at the base of his shaft, waving the purplish glans at Virgo in mocking assertion that he was, indeed, man enough for her.
The turquoise sheath slid to the ground showing Virgo naked from the back. Her exquisitely formed buttocks sat with pert assurance over slim thighs, shapely calves and trim ankles. Now everyone in the audience was envying Blade, with his full frontal view, but the video cameras remained resolutely on her back. The suspense was almost tangible. Virgo went through two choruses of the song, wiggling her behind at the audience while Blade continued his absurd parade. Everyone wanted to see the two of them together, in action, and the teasing tension was mounting to fever pitch.
Then, at long last, Blade began to approach Virgo with wary strides, his features contorted by a grossly lascivious smile. She pretended to be alarmed and, in dodging away from him, revealed herself more fully. There was a brief side view of one large, shapely breast, the nipple disappointingly concealed beneath a stick-on red heart, then she fled behind one of the columns.
Now the real teasing began, as Virgo displayed fleeting glimpses of her almost-naked body. She clutched the column and wrapped her long legs around it, pretending to make love to it as she moved her body up and down. It was an obvious jibe at the size of Blade's dick and he came forward angrily, trying to snatch at her, but she dodged behind another column, offering another fleeting glimpse of herself as she went. By now everyone could see that she was wearing three strategically-placed red hearts.
Next time Blade did manage to seize her momentarily by the hair, which promptly came tumbling down about he shoulders altering her image dramatically. Now she had the look of a tousled seductress. Suddenly Blade put his arms around the column where she was sheltering and the pair of them were embracing the giant phallic symbol, drawing roars of enthusiasm. Someone near the front of the crowd started chanting, 'Shaft! Shaft! Shaft! Shaft!' and everyone took it up until the noise was deafening.
Slyly, Virgo crept from behind the column and Blake grabbed her around the waist, trying to sink his teeth into the skin of her neck. She chopped at his thigh, just missing his prong, and he jumped back howling. Virgo preened herself, showing off her magnificent figure to the audience who by now were going crazy, stamping and whistling and screaming. She offered her large, firm breasts for inspection, holding them underneath but being careful not to dislodge the protective hearts. She smoothed her hands down her slim hips and patted the heart that covered her pubic area with a smug grin.
Her complacency was ill-timed, however. Blade was on his feet behind her and moved quickly to imprison her in his arms. His mouth came down at once on the side of her neck and she screamed, but then her screams dwindled to moans of sensual delight as he sucked away. Now that he had her in his power his hands moved to her breasts, removing the flimsy hearts which he threw into the audience and revealing her incredibly large and red nipples. He tweaked them in turn, making her writhe with sensual glee, and removed his mouth from her neck where he had given her a great purple love-bite.
Sensing that the great moment was approaching everyone watching was well aroused and Janis felt her own libido rising too. Again the hands of her invisible lover crept under her T-shirt to caress her breasts and she had to fight the urge to close her eyes and give herself up to her own pleasure instead of watching the show. Her belt was still undone, and this time he pushed her jeans down her thighs until her pants were exposed. Janis didn't care. No-one else was looking, and most of them were already engaged in similar activity with their partners. Some were already joined at the crotch, pumping away excitedly to the music.
As she felt warm hands slip down her pants and caress her buttocks, Janis turned her gaze to the video screen. Blade had his fingers on Virgo's strawberry nipples now, pinching them and making her squeal with pleasure, as his lips continued to graze her neck. Only one red heart remained on her body, concealing her mons. Slowly Blade's hand slipped down over her flat, creamy stomach then his fingers reached the stuck-on motif. With a sudden growl he pulled it off, tossing it disdainfully into the crowd who roared in frenzy as Virgo's smoothly shaven pubis was revealed. Janis gazed in fascination at the star's swollen pussy lips and the dark slit between.
With a slow and sensual movement, as if falling under a spell, Virgo parted her legs and stood astride at the front of the stage. Blade thrust between her thighs from behind and his huge dick reared up in front of his partner's naked mound making her look like some kind of weird hermaphrodite. She grasped the jerking tool, throwing her head back with a sigh, and began to rub it between her labia to loud encouragement from the crowd. The music changed again, this time moving up tempo into the vigorous beat of 'I want it now and I want it hot!' The audience joined in with the second line, 'So give it everything you've got!' and the couple on stage got into a fucking rhythm, moving their hips in unison until Virgo was sliding back and forth along Blade's organ. He was squeezing her breasts and she was gasping, pulling open her love-lips to allow the video camera to catch every detail of her arousal, including the erect red tip of her clitoris.
The driving rhythm of the music was moving rapidly towards a climax. When the song reached the lines that ran, 'Please don't make me wait, just make me! Any way you want to take me . . .' Virgo dropped to her knees and then went down on all fours, her breasts hanging down like firm punch bags made of smooth, lightly tanned leather. Everyone cheered as Blade finally thrust into her from behind, riding her like a cowboy on a bucking bronco. She seemed to be trying to unseat him, rotating her pelvis at high speed and jerking her bum up and down, but still he held on and continued to prod away, his well-defined chest and stomach muscles straining hard to maintain control.
The sight was obviously too much for the guy behind Janis. With a groan he pulled her pants right down and pushed his cock in between her thighs. She clenched them together tightly, making a meat sandwich of the long, thin prick. Janis began to squeeze her thighs together rhythmically, feeling him thrust, and the action had a stimulating effect on her labia. She put her hand down and touched the slippery glans that was already seeping juice, then she applied some friction to her own love-button that was clamouring to join in the fun. Soon she was on the verge of coming, but she wanted to delay the moment. When she felt herself about to tip over the brink she withdrew and let her excitement fade a little. With her eyes fixed glassily on stage she knew that she would only let herself come when Virgo did.
It couldn't be long now. The sweat was running down the porn star's brow, highlighted by the fierce stage lighting that was revealing every detail. Her full-lipped mouth was open and her emerald eyes were staring out blindly into the crowd. Janis saw little beads of moisture dripping down from the tips of her huge nipples and somehow that was the biggest turn-on of all. The video camera homed in on them as they dangled from the perfect orbs of her breasts almost to the floor, and Janis felt the first shock waves of her orgasm approach. Unable to help herself she seized the stiff cock that was between her legs and rubbed it hard against her throbbing clitoris. At the same time a great roar went round the hall and, despite the fact that her eyes were closed and she was swiftly entering a world of her own, she knew that Virgo must be climaxing too.
The realisation intensified her pleasure, giving her deep and satisfying spasms that went on increasing in strength over and over, until she thought she would collapse with rapture. Eventually they faded to a warm, tremulous glow. It was only then that she became aware of an emptiness between her thighs and two slow streams of wet gloop that were making their way steadily down her legs. She groped in her bag for a tissue and wiped herself, then pulled up her pants and jeans. The man behind seemed to have retreated, for the time being at least.
The show proceeded to a virtuoso display of fellatio from a conquered and satiated Virgo, leading to a silly episode of phallus worship, but for Janis the best was already over. When the couple finally left the stage, with Virgo in Blade's arms followed in procession by the vampire maidens, Janis was still in a star-struck daze. The cheers rang in her ears as the crowd began to disperse, turning towards the various entrances. Janis didn't want to turn round, didn't want to meet the eyes of the man who had shared her body in that clandestine fashion. Now that the glamour and excitement had faded the whole business seemed sordid and embarrassing.
So instead of making for the nearest exit she headed towards one on the far side, waiting until the crowd had thinned enough to let her through. She still felt keyed up inside, thrilled to have seen her idols in the flesh, listening to the tunes replaying over and over inside her head. At last she got to the door, which turned out to be a fire exit, and pushed the bar to open it. Cool night air streamed over her, blissfully refreshing, and she came out into a car park.
Disorientated, she'd thought she was heading for the front of the building but in fact she was going round the back. Her car must be parked at the far end. Stumbling through the dark she suddenly found herself near a door with a light over it and two burly men standing on guard. The door opened and a face looked out. With a shock, Janis recognised Virgo, still in her stage make-up and with a blanket around her shoulders. 'Where's that fucking taxi?' she asked one of the men.
He shrugged. 'We phoned for it, like you said. It's supposed to be here by now.'
A small crowd of fans were rushing around the corner of the building. 'There she is!' one called. The others screamed and accelerated their pace. For a moment Janis found herself meeting the annoyed gaze of her heroine. She moved forward, dazzled by those fantastic eyes, and heard herself saying with surprising audacity, 'If you're in a hurry I could give you a lift.'
The star hesitated only for a second. Then, just as the crowd of fans were bearing down on her, she made a dash towards Janis hauling her after her. 'Come on, run!' Virgo urged, taking Janis's hand. 'Where's your car? Hope it's nearby.'
'Just over here!'
With trembling fingers Janis thrust the key in the lock and flung open both front doors. She switched on the ignition, praying that the trouble she'd had starting that morning would not repeat itself. Her luck was in. The engine caught first time and soon they were moving through the car park and across the forecourt. It was only when they got stuck in the stream of traffic trying to get out that the adrenalin high that had been propelling Janis through the last few minutes began to abate, and she realised exactly what she was doing.
Fucking hell! she thought, glancing down to where Virgo was crouched on the floor with a blanket over her head. I've just had an orgasm with the sexiest woman in the world, and now she's in my car!
Chapter Two
Janis was so excited she could hardly keep her hands on the wheel but somehow she made it through the traffic, waved out onto the street by a young policeman whose eyes would probably have popped out if he knew who was in her car. Once they were away from the 'Pyramid', London's newest and smartest rock venue, Virgo tossed the blanket into the back seat and relaxed. She was wearing black stretch jeans and a grey mohair sweater.
'Whew! I thought I'd never get out of there alive! Mind if I smoke?'
'No, that's okay.' As the nostalgic smell of Gitanes filled the car, Janis stared nervously at the road ahead. It took her a few minutes to realise that she didn't have a clue where she was going. 'Er . . . where do you live, Virgo?'
The star leaned back in her seat and puffed out a long smoky breath, reeking of the Paris Métro. 'Docklands. Just follow the signs and I'll direct you when we get nearer. It should only take about half an hour this time of night. What's your name, by the way?'
'Janis. With an s.'
'Like Joplin?'
'That's right. My Mum was a rock fan.'
'Good for her! And now it's in your genes, eh?' Virgo patted her denim-clad knee, making a pun of it. 'Well it's good of you to give me a lift, Jan. I hope this isn't out of your way.'
'Oh, not at all!' Janis lied. If this woman lived in Edinburgh I'd have driven her home, she thought. The brief contact between Virgo's hand and her knee was still sending tingles up her spine. To think that scarcely half an hour ago she had been watching that same hand caressing Blade's penis on stage!
'I don't usually rush away from a gig so fast, but tonight I'd had it up to here!' Virgo went on. 'Sometimes it's like that. You just don't want to meet the fucking fans. I know I'll get a bollocking from Sam – Sam Woods, our manager – because he says it's bad for my image. But I tell him I've already got a bad image, so what the hell?'
She gave a coarse laugh, taking another loud drag at her fag. Janis was nonplussed. Virgo was turning out to be nothing like she'd imagined.
'So what did you think of the show?'
The question caught Janis off balance. She heard herself gush, 'Oh it was just marvellous!'
'You got off on it, then?'
Virgo's throaty drawl was tinged with amusement. Janis gave her a sidelong look and found she was being smiled at, the translucent green eyes scanning her face.
She grinned back. 'Yes I did, actually.'
'All by yourself?' Her tone was mocking, but at the same time self-mocking.
'I was there on my own because I'd had a row with my boyfriend. But there was this guy standing behind me . . .'
'Naughty!'
'But nice!'
Janis was pleased with herself when Virgo gave another belly laugh. It seemed they were getting on famously. Or was the other woman high on something? A cloud descended over her when she thought that Virgo might forget all about this by tomorrow morning, that she was just a convenient vehicle, nothing more. She quashed the thought firmly, telling herself not to spoil things, but enjoy it while it lasted.
'Take a left here, or we'll get caught up in the one-way system,' Virgo said. She sounded very lucid, not out of it at all. They fell into silence for around five minutes but all the time Janis was wondering frantically what she could say that wouldn't make her sound like a complete twat of the 'I'm your number one fan' variety.
She wanted to tell her that she thought her stage act with Blade was incredible, that her singing was amazing, that her face and figure were an ideal to which every woman should aspire. She also wanted to ask her about Blade. What was he like off stage? How did he maintain an erection throughout the show? And, above all, what was he like as a lover?
But just then Virgo stabbed out her cigarette on the dashboard, letting it fall to the floor.
'God, Jan, it's so nice to be able to chat to you instead of having some prick of a cab driver chatting me up. You've no idea! Shall I hire you as my chauffeur, darling? Would you like that?' She giggled, and Janis joined in until she added sourly, 'But don't give up the day job!'
'I wouldn't mind. Tell me about how you got started, Virgo. I'd love to know.'
'Would you really? What do you want, the official version or the true one?'
'The true one of course.'
'You'll get both. The official story is that Blade and I were discovered in some sleazy pub talent contest.'
'But that's not true?'
'Only if you believe in fairy stories. No, the truth is that Blade and I had separate bands. We were both signed up by this poxy record company that had us sitting around on our arses and living on promises before they got taken over by Sony.'
'You mean you and Blade didn't play together?'
'We didn't even know each other! Poxy records didn't like its artists talking to each other in case they found out that they were getting an even bummer deal than the bum deal some other sucker was getting.'
'Um . . . sorry to interrupt, but I think we're in Docklands now, aren't we?'
'Christ, we've missed the turning! Take first left, then first right. Now where was I?'
'About to get taken over by Sony.'
'Oh yeah. Well, once that happened there was a big rationalisation programme. Lots of unprofitable bands got the chop. Blade and I were lucky. No-one knew whether we were a golden goose or a cold turkey, so they teamed us up to see what hatched.'
'And you certainly succeeded!'
'Not straight away we didn't! Our first band was called Interface, would you believe. Known locally – and back then we were only known locally – as 'In yer face'. It was utter crap! But then some guy at Sony said we should be more sexy on stage. We travelled to Hamburg, saw some live sex shows, and reckoned we could combine that with music. Then we came back to England, hired new backing musicians and Shaft was born.'
Janis sighed. 'You make it sound so easy.'
'Well it wasn't. And it still isn't. Porn is a hard business and Rock is a harder one. Combine the two and you've got one hell of a tough time ahead. Second left, then we're there.'
They drew up in front of a towering block that looked like an ocean liner with wings. 'A touch post-modernist for my taste, but the address looks good on my letterhead,' Virgo said in response to Janis's awe-struck reaction.
Janis was bewildered. One minute the woman was swearing like a trooper, the next second she sounded like someone on the South Bank Show. She waited as Virgo undid her seatbelt, steeling herself for some quick thanks then the abrupt ending of this fantastic dream. Who would believe her, if she told them her story? Not Adam, that was for sure. But then she wasn't sure she wanted to see him, ever again. Tonight had just confirmed . . .
'Well, are you coming up or not?'
Suddenly it dawned on Janis that, absorbed in her reverie, she'd missed an invitation. She smiled broadly, unable to believe her luck. 'You mean, up to your flat?'
'No, darling, up into the stratosphere! I've got my own personal space rocket standing by!'
Hastily Janis unlocked her seatbelt and switched off the engine. Afraid that she was going to miss this incredible opportunity she scrambled from her seat, got her leg tangled in the belt and gave herself a thud on the shin with the side of the door. 'Ow!'
'Hey, take it easy! You'll put a nasty dent in the body work if you're not careful!'
Giggling through her pain, Janis hobbled to the pavement. Virgo put her arm around her waist. 'Come on, lean on me. I've got some miracle cream in my bathroom cabinet. Arnica. If you put it on straight away it stops a bruise forming.'
If it hadn't been for the searing pain in her leg, Janis reflected as they made for the door, she would have been overwhelmed by being that close to her heroine. Beneath the enveloping aroma of French cigarettes she could detect other smells, sweat overlaid with deodorant and another faint odour that was very sexy. Could it possibly be the scent of Blade, she wondered, and a shiver went through her. Virgo's arm was giving her real support and she could sense that there was a good deal of strength there. It was obvious that she worked out. No-one could maintain a figure like hers without spending at least some time in the gym.
As they waited for the voice-activated security system to let them in, a vision of Virgo's exquisite body flashed into Janis's mind and she felt weak at the knees. A hot flush of pure desire caught her unawares, shocked her with its frontal attack upon her senses, and she felt herself begin to crumple. She groaned and reached for the wall to support herself. Virgo turned round with a look of genuine concern. 'Are you okay? Is it your leg?'
Janis knew it was the thought that Virgo might want to make love to her that had fazed her, but she just nodded.
'You poor thing. Come on, I'll carry you into the lift.'
'No, it's all right . . .'
Janis's protests were over-ridden and she was picked up bodily. She clung to Virgo like a baby, letting her head fall against the firm twin pillows on her chest. This is amazing, she kept telling herself, but by now the whole thing had taken on a kind of dream logic, with one part of the adventure seeming no more extraordinary than the rest.
'Light as a fucking feather!' Virgo declared as she strode into the waiting lift. 'What do you weigh? Must be less than eight stone.'
'Nearer nine, last time I weighed myself.'
'Hm.' Gently Janis was restored to an upright position. She leaned against the back of the lift for support as it rose almost soundlessly through five floors with Virgo smiling at her all the way. She felt absurdly shy, but aroused at the same time. It was a familiar feeling from long ago. Then she remembered: it was like finding herself suddenly alone in the cloakroom with a sixth-former that she'd had a crush on.
'Here we are. Can you stagger a few yards, or must I carry you across the threshold?'
Janis gripped the hand that was held out to her. She limped across the blue monogrammed carpet of the hallway and waited for Virgo to unlock the door of her apartment. Following her in, Janis gasped as subdued lights came on and the vast room was displayed in all its glory. The curtains were still open to the night sky and out towards the horizon the lights of London made a dazzling display, golden constellations mirroring the silver ones above.
'Oh, how wonderful!' Janis breathed, forgetting her pain momentarily.
''You just sit there, put your feet up and admire the view while I get the arnica.'
Janis sank into the plump lap of a vast armchair with a foot rest and let her head fall back. She closed her eyes and listened to the silence. She was aware of being in a place of quiet luxury, a place where only the best was good enough and where anything, and anyone, could be taken care of. Janis had never been in a five-star hotel but she imagined it must be like this.
'Here we are! Take off your jeans and put your foot on this stool.'
Virgo's manner was brisk, like a friendly nurse, and Janis obeyed automatically. It no longer seemed strange to her that she was with a famous – infamous – rock star. Success, money, notoriety hadn't spoilt Virgo. On the contrary it seemed to have made her more ordinary, perhaps to compensate for her extraordinary stage persona. Janis undid her belt and pulled down her jeans, blushingly recalling her behaviour at the concert. Virgo helped to remove them then unscrewed the top of the tube and squeezed a splodge of white cream onto her fingers. 'Now then, where does it hurt?'
'On my shin, about halfway down.'
The touch of Virgo's fingertips was soft and gentle, stilling Janis's fears that she would be caused further pain. She rubbed the cream in delicately until it had all disappeared. 'There you are, you'll be as right as rain in the morning.'
Somehow, from the way she said it, Janis knew that Virgo expected her to stay the night. Another of those strange shivers went through her and this time it was noticed.
'Are you cold? I could turn the heating up.'
'Oh no! It's just a reaction, I suppose.'
Virgo smiled knowingly, and rose to her feet. 'I'll get you some hot choc, laced with brandy. It'll settle your nerves.'