Free Stripped by Karolyn James Page A

tried to stay focused on Gunnar, but a flicker of fire caught her attention.  At the bar, the two men she recognized as the bassist and lead guitarist were smoking cigarettes while their groupies were smoking something else.  Emily’s nose picked up on the two different smells.  The two women on the couch with the drummer were on their knees, one on each side of him, looking like they were going to go down on him.  The one on the left, with the biggest chest Emily had ever seen, reached between her breasts and pulled out a necklace.  She twisted the top of the charm on the chain and out came a small spoon.  With a quick snort, the woman laughed and then refilled the small spoon and handed it to her friend.  She took her shot and then the drummer made big chest put a hit to each of his nostrils.  His head then fell back in ecstasy and that’s when the groupies made their move.  They each put a hand between his legs, as if they were going to fight over who got to sample the drummer first.
    Emily gasped and Gunnar held her tight to him.
    “You’re seeing but are you really seeing?” he whispered.
    “I see...,” Emily looked back and the lead guitarist stood with his back to the bar, his head back with his cigarette between his lips.  She couldn’t find the groupie that had been glued to his arm, but a second later she realized the groupie was now on her knees...
    “Look at me,” Gunnar said.
    Emily did, her body in a state of shock... but with a hint of enjoyment.  This was like nothing she’d ever seen in her life.
    “I didn’t choose you for that,” Gunnar said.
    “You don’t want me to suck your...”
    “Oh, that time will come,” he said with a grin.  “But first, I’m not done stripping you of all your innocence.”
    “Then take me,” Emily said.  “Gunnar... or should I call you Bryce?”
    “Watch it,” Gunnar growled.  His hands squeezed at her hips now.  “Careful with what you know and what you experience.  Sometimes closed mouthed with memories is better than opened mouthed with stories.”
    Emily nodded.
    “Good girl.  Now, let’s take care of this party.”
    Gunnar turned to his band, acting completely natural considering the sex acts going on. 
    “Boys,” he called out, “my new friend and I need some private time.  I’m sure you all will enjoy the comfort of the bus.”
    The drummer looked at Gunnar, acting unaware of the battle happening with two tongues between his legs.  He smiled and looked at Emily, winking.
    She stiffened, trying not to feel impressed by it.
    But she was.
    She’d never seen a live sex act like this... and it drove her body mad.  She liked it.  It turned her on.
    The lead guitarist reached down and said, “Come on, baby, we’re going to the bus now.”
    “Can my friend come?” the woman asked as she stood back up.
    “I hope so,” the guitarist said with a wicked smile.  “No worries, if she can’t come, I’ll fuck her until she does.”
    “Or send her my way,” the bassist said.
    “You could clean up the sloppy seconds,” the lead guitarist said.
    The women didn’t care, not for a second. 
    The band left the room as fast as they came, women hooked to their arms, already stumbling from the excessive shots of liquor they had forced down their throats.  That wasn’t the only thing that had been in their throats either and Emily couldn’t fathom what the activity on the tour bus would be like.
    When the doors shut, Gunnar slid away from Emily towards one of the couches.  Thankfully it wasn’t the one the drummer had been seated on.
    “Sit with me,” Gunnar said.
    Emily walked towards him and when she tried to sit, he struck at her like a snake attacking prey.  His sudden grip on her wrists caused Emily to shriek.  He pulled and had her positioned on top of him before she knew what to do.  Her hands came to rest on Gunnar’s chest, feeling the sweat of all his work that night.
    Reaching an audience.  Professing his