Groupie Gangbang - a filthy quickie by Neneh Gordon
(Filthy Quickies)

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Synopsis

A short story from the sizzling hot Filthy Quickies series.

Jeanie dreams about having sex with Joel Hart, the sex-god lead singer of her favourite band. When she gets invited backstage along with her best friend, it looks like she might just get her wish. But first, she'll have to win a little bandmember blowing contest. The runner up will have to make do with the drummer and the two guitarists.

Contains finger-cuff action, 69 fellating a rock star and competitive deep-throating.

This short story is roughly 4,200 words long and is not intended for readers under the age of eighteen.

EXCERPT

The after-party didn’t seem as appealing if Lisa was going to spend all night snogging the face off lover-boy. I was thinking about going home, when one of the security guys came over. I hadn’t done anything, but I still panicked. Mum and Dad would freak if I got brought home by the police.

“Excuse me,”

“Yes?” Lisa stopped kissing long enough to come and stand next to me.

“I’ve been asked to invite you and your friend backstage.”

“Backstage? To meet the band?” Oh. My. God.

She looked back at Ben. “We’re all together.”

“I’m sorry miss, the invitation is just for you two ladies.”

“We’ve got to go, Lisa. I put up with that loser for you, we are going backstage.”

She looked worried. “Okay. Give me a minute.” She went back to swap numbers with Ben and give him one last kiss.

“This way.”

We followed him out through a ‘Staff Only’ door and into a dingy corridor. I tried to stay calm, but my legs were like jelly. Lisa held me up by the arm.

Our guide opened a door and held it for us.

We stepped through and came face to face with all four members of Einstein’s Jesters.

Bob, the drummer was sitting on a battered leather couch with the bass guitarist whose name I could never remember. Chris, the lead guitarist was standing at the table, pouring drinks and Joel was sitting in this enormous black recliner with one black-booted foot crossed over his knee.

I swallowed down the enormous lump in my throat and took another step inside. I jumped when the door shut behind us and Joel laughed. “Hello ladies,” he said.

“Hi,” Lisa and I said in chorus. They all laughed at that. Chris brought us two glasses of bourbon and gave me a genuine smile that went some way to calming my nerves.

“Sit down.” The guys on the couch slid to opposite ends to make room for us in the middle. I looked to Lisa for reassurance and we walked over there, hand in hand.

There wasn’t a dignified way to sit down in a skirt as short as mine. I gave Joel and Chris quite an eyeful. Even when I got settled next to Bob, they could see all the way up to the top of my thighs. Lisa wasn’t any more covered, but they couldn’t see up her shorts. I was too scared of flashing my underwear to risk crossing my legs.
 

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Published January 25, 2012 by French Letters Press. 14 pages
Genres: Erotica, Literature & Fiction. Fiction

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