So it all started on a night in early June after a show at the River Pavilion in Austin. The show had been very successful.

There had been a great circle of energy. The band had fed the crowd and the crowd had fed the band.
The music had come to life.
The after show party was also a hit.
Booze was flowing, grass was burning.
Needless to say everyone was in high spirits.

People...fans...wanted to get close to them...to be a part of something
...to be a part of them.


About 10 months ago Chris Baker had called Mike about the Spirit Tour saying it would be a great promotion for the guys.
It was.
Since then, they had been booked for Spirit every 3 month and had managed to gather a small but firm underground following. The fans were dedicated and the guys knew many of them by name.
Especially the girls.
It was a far cry from having groupies but they were well on their way. Not that they didn't get any action for their efforts.
They did.


The Pavilion was a venue they had not yet played and it was big.
They would be playing in front of 800 people - way over the 100-200 they usually played for on these little tours. The show was put on by a musical critiquing group that had a lot of influence over underground music.
Needless to say everyone was nervous.
And with good reason.

The morning had started off poorly.
There had been a fight the night before.
Some kids had been hurt and the police threatened to shut The Pavilion down until guilt could be established.
Luckily the threats were empty and the kids themselves admitted to the disturbance.

Then there were equipment issues. The bass amp shorted out.
It had actually sparked and almost caught the felt covering on fire.
Berry Lands, the bassist from the opening act, Kingsly, was kind enough to lend them his amp.
... But then they discovered one of Micky's toms was missing.
It was an important tom tuned just right for Steppin' Stone, a crowd favorite.
Well... Maybe they could get by without Steppin' Stone?

An hour before their set, the guys were panicked. They had spent all day dealing with these issues, had not even rehearsed and still didn't have a tom.
All was lost.
Then Chris came in with the tom. It had been in his cab since San Marcus, where it had been left backstage by the one of the tour roadies.
Chris had been thoughtful enough to grab it but drunk enough to forget he had grabbed it.
Yea Chris.
But small things like small toms really do make or break a day. Optimism and excitement returned.
With or without rehearsal the guys were ready to tear it up.

And they did.


"Ohh...ahh..ahh fuuck... Cynthia"

"It's ... ahh ...it's Vanessa"

"oh...uuah..oh?...fuck, I'm sorry..."

.

They've been going at it for about 5 minutes or so.
She had come up to him after the show with a friend and a beer.
The friend was for Pete. The beer was for him.
She had an air about her that said FUCK ME.
Micky had a feeling that was exactly what he was going to do.
Then after a bit of "How do you do's?" and pleasantries that are required when meeting someone for the first time, his suspicious feelings were confirmed when she put her hand on his shoulder and whispered "You want to go somewhere?"...pretty cliché.
But he did, He did want to go somewhere.
He took her to the only place he could, his recently proclaimed home away from home. It was the RV that the band had bought for their tours.
She was wearing a very short red leather skirt and much to his surprise ...actually, no not really to his surprise,
...he had a sixth sense about these things ….she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
As soon as he got her inside she pushed him down onto one of the sleepers along the wall and proceeded to straddle him.
No romance, no foreplay, ...hell they weren't even lying down.
She kissed him once and then with a sleight of hand she had his pants unbuttoned and he was deep inside.
Very deep.

And he had just called her Cynthia?
What was her name again?
Oh well... She's probably been called worse. Clearly this wasn't her first rodeo. She'd done this before.
But he hadn't...not really...

There was something about that thought that suddenly brought everything from the last 9 months to the forefront of his mind.

Last year they had been working really hard just to get local club gigs.
They were usually rejected for bands like The Flaming Mermen, an interesting enough name but no personality to back it up.
They had been the epitome of the words 'starving artist.'

But now they were on the road…along with the Mermen.
They were making money. Having the time of their lives.
Lots of parties, lots of music, recreational drugs on occasion, meeting new walks of life, they had fans.
...Fans? Could he really call them that?
...Yeah he could...

And now he was fucking a fan...a wanna be groupie.
A 'Band Bitch' as Davy had so eloquently put it. And she probably got with every band member...
or maybe even entire bands that she thought had potential.
...Potential...an interesting concept and a promising one.

Then Micky realized that he was deep in speculative thought instead of enjoying this 'band bitch's' company.
She was in his lap, grinding away.
Around and around and around...a little bit up...and then down..HARD.
...ohh goddd.
and around again.
Fuck, this girl was good. Effortless. In perfect rhythm.
Perfection that only one that's been around would have.
One that's been with enough different shapes and sizes to know exactly what to do with his shape and size... a real dirty...dirty girl.

Not that it bothered Micky. Not in the least. It took all kinds in this world and women with this kind of cock pleasing ability were few and far between.
It was a gift...her calling. It would be a shame not to embrace it. Not to get every ounce of pleasure out of her.

Not that Micky was a pig, not that he thought that women were only on the earth to please men.

Not
even cheap women.
Even if he was using her for her 'abilities', tonight she was also using him.
Girls like her fucked guys like him, guys in bands, guys with 'potential' in hopes that maybe one day one of those guys might make it big and might…. just might….remember her and throw her a bone of a different kind.

So really, it was a fair tradeoff, right?
He was just helping her out and he respected her efforts.
Boy did he respect them...

Besides, he knew her type all too well. She was like Linda, his long term girlfriend at home.

Not that Micky was being unfaithful to Lin.
No, not at all. They had an arrangement. They had an open relationship...

Not that he wanted it that way.

She worked at a high-end nightclub in Venice called Ella's.
Occasionally clients would want a little extra and pay a pretty penny for it. She would be called upon for her 'abilities.'
It was not part of her job description and it happened rarely but she made an amendment to their relationship that accounted for these little 'instances.'

Thus an open relationship
...but not too open.

There were rules.
Sex outside of the relationship was just sex and nothing more.
There were no feelings, no strings, no unnecessary communication.
And you NEVER EVER fucked anyone you knew.

He used to hate the arrangement even though everyone thought it was a pretty sweet deal, especially for someone in his shoes.
Little did they know that he was a bit of a romantic. He had never taken advantage of it… until now.

Yeah he was as horny as the next guy but he loved Lin.
He was under her spell. And she knew how he felt but she was a ree spirit and amendment or not she was going to do what she wanted.

But now that they'd were on tour, he was finally coming to realize that 'hate' really was a strong word for how he felt about it.
'Dislike' was even a bit strong.
He had started to understand the sexual power that he, as a musician, had over women… well, 'band bitches' anyway.
And Lin had given him her blessing to fuck them.
What was he doing?! Why not embrace it?

He'd been kicking himself since Santa Fe where he'd met this cute, sweet as pie, blonde who had confessed her love for him.
Love was out of the question and she'd accepted that but she'd still been willing…-
-No, not willing- anxious… to sleep with him.
He'd run.
Why?
He wasn't sure but tonight, when Cynth-
-No, not Cynthia, her name is Vanessa DAMN IT!-
When she had come up to him, he had been ready to go.

Ah, Vanessa in his lap, going to town. It was great.
He didn't have to feel bad.
It felt so raw, getting down and dirty with a stranger like this.
He didn't have to worry about her; her feelings; her as a person.
He could just enjoy the sensations she was giving him.
So then why did he feel guilty?

Because Lin had him whipped. Simple as that.
Lin had power. That was what she was all about.

Micky had met Lin through Peter's girlfriend, Tyler. She went by 'Ty' for short -her mother had wanted a boy.
Ty had also worked at Ella's a few years back when Peter had frequented the place. Peter never asked for special favors but had taken a shining to her. They started dating and got serious pretty fast.
That was when Micky had been with Sabrina.

Sabrina had been amazing. She'd been everything Micky had ever wanted in a girl.
She was beautiful, smart, funny, good as fuck in the sack...
Then she'd found religion.
Things weren't the same after that.
She'd closed him off.
Their sex life slowly became non-existent. She started treating him differently, like a peon, someone below her, someone she pitied.
The funny thing was that she'd never even tried to convert him.
The funny thing was that he probably would have converted.
He'd loved her so much. He would have done anything.
But she must have thought he was a lost cause.
She eventually broke it off telling him he wanted too much from her. That she needed to be pure for her future husband.
He'd asked her how she could be pure after everything they'd done. She'd only shaken her head and told him he didn't understand.
He'd cried. He'd begged, he'd even asked her to marry him if that was what it took.
She'd declined.
He'd been heartbroken. Depressed. He slept for a month, only getting up to eat, shit and practice.

Then Peter had asked if he wanted to go out with him and Ty and Ty's super-fuckable roommate.
He'd said no, wanting to bask in his gloom.
Peter had not accepted that. "Come on man, she just broke it off with this guy she's been seeing for almost a year, she needs to get out."
The guilt trip had worked. They went skating..of all things.
It had been fantastic.
Lin was beautiful. Shoulder length black hair, bright blue eyes, full lips and that body… Micky had been uprooted from his depression the moment Lin had skated towards him, grabbed him by the belt loops and pushed him against the wall. She had kissed him passionately.
More passionately than he had ever been kissed by Sabrina.
They'd lost balance on their skates and fallen to the floor. It hadn't bothered either of them in the least.
Lin had climbed on top of him and continued kissing him until the skating rink's staff had come and asked them to leave.

They didn't make love that night or the night after.
But the next night Micky had gone with Peter to Ella's.
Lin was working.
She had glanced casually in his direction when they sat down.
She ignored him for a couple hours, letting the other bar maidens help him and Peter.
Then without any notice she'd come up behind him, slid one hand down his chest and said "come with me."
She'd led him into the walk-in freezer, where she'd pushed him against the wall…again, and began unbuckling his belt. "I want you right now" she'd said.
Micky had been speechless. He'd finally nodded and said "Okay." She'd pushed him to the floor and fucked him.
He hadn't looked back since.

Lin was fun.
Being with her was fun.
He never knew what to expect.
She was wild.
Working at the club had certainly given her unique perspective on life and how people can live it. She was usually up to anything and everything. She'd try anything once, twice or a 1000 times. She got to see a side of the world many don't see.
The obscure parties, fascinations and fetishes 'normal' people do not show other 'normal' people. And she had a front row seat.

There were the drugs.
She was a handler. She could get anything and everything anytime.
She was the bands primary source for recreational substances. Not that they overindulged but having that kind of connection sure made sobriety a thing of the past.

And of course there was the sex.
She was into a lot of kinky stuff. Stuff that Micky hadn't known about before meeting her.
She was perpetually horny, she was dirty, she was dominating.
She liked having sex in public places. She liked giving Micky hand jobs under the table at nice restaurants.

Yeah, she was fun.
But sometimes… sometimes she wasn't so fun. Sometimes being with her, hurt.

They had a fantastic physical relationship but Lin wasn't very good at the emotional stuff. She never let Micky in. She never let anyone in..except Ty…maybe.
Emotions showed weakness and Lin was all about power. She played mind games.
She was brilliant actually…the way she could manipulate to gain control.
And sometimes she could be a real bitch with no other reason than the fact that she just felt like being mean.

But that all came with the territory. A territory that Micky wasn't about to give up.
He felt alive around her. He needed her. He loved her and...

"oohohmygod...aahh..ffff...ffuucckk..."
He had drifted, he'd adapted to Vanessa's pelvic grinds and let his mind wonder and ponder...
...again.
But, fuck... if that last thrust...or whatever it was girls did, hadn't brought him right back into the present.

No more drifting...This was getting intense.

.

And of course, that was when Peter and Vanessa's friend, Cynthia barged in.

They were hanging on each other...lost in each other's bodies and mouths. They were here to do the same thing he and Vanessa were doing. That much was obvious.

Upon spotting them on the sleeper, Pete somehow managed to reel his tongue out of Cynthia's mouth.
"Oh, um... hhhuhh...sorry..., I didn't know you were in here..."

Yet he wasn't making a move to leave. Neither was Cynthia... and when she dragged Peter to the sleeper that was against the wall adjacent him and Vanessa, Micky got an up close and personal view of Cynthia's back, Peter's face and the bulge in Peter's pants.
Are you kidding me? Not only were they staying but they had set up shop less than 5 feet away?
What the fuck? Couldn't they at least use the sleeper in the back? The one that Davy slept on?

To his credit, Peter did seem to have the same inclination. He kept glancing toward the back of the RV but his attention was quickly diverted as Cynthia pulled the same magic trick that Vanessa had pulled earlier. Straddle, pants down and IN!

Okay..., so they were really going to do this... fuck right in front of each other?...well, it certainly seemed that way.

It also seemed that Vanessa didn't mind. She even gave Cynthia a quick smile and a nod... with a "hey babe" to boot. Maybe this was their shtick?

Well...he was quickly losing his manhood. He tried making eye contact with Peter, to give him the 'get the fuck out of here' look but Peter's attention was elsewhere.

Elsewhere
was where Micky's attention should be too but he suddenly found that he couldn't tear his eyes away from Peter.
He'd never seen his friend like this before.
So worked up.
Turned on.
It was actually kind of hot.
WHAT? No it wasn't hot.
Nothing about it was hot!
...Well maybe Cynthia was...but nothing else!
It was weird and awkward….and NOT hot!

Yet his manhood was coming back.
Well that was kind of weird...

.

Peter was feeling bad about barging in on Micky but what was he supposed to have done? He'd been in danger of busting a nut before they had even gotten to the RV.
…Well that wasn't really true. After all, HE was a man and, By-Golly, men had control over things like that...
Yeah, they probably should have gone somewhere else,
but he had been ready to go. He didn't want to waste time looking for another place.
Besides, there really wasn't anywhere else to go.
...Well maybe to the back of the RV... but...
well...now they were in the 'Throes of Passion'
'Throes of Passion?' Where did he get that? A romance novel? He didn't read those.
Still, it did sound a little too romantic for this slummy encounter.
Whatever... 'Throes' or not, he was being a real dick to Micky...a real asshole.

.

Micky was still watching Peter. His expressions and body language were very different from what he usually saw.
...Obviously! Obviously they're different, you dumbass!
...When you see him he typically doesn't have a hottie in his lap pumping his joystick.
Now he does...
And so do you...
He really should focus. He should….. he should but instead he continued watching. He wondered if this was what Peter looked like when he had sex with Ty.
He'd like to see that sometime.
….not Pete! but Ty.
Yeah he would love to see that.
Fuck.

He'd had plenty of fantasies about her. Nothing too dirty.
After all, Ty was an angel.
His angel…
At least that was the way he thought of her.
She'd helped him through a lot of shit the past couple years. A lot of shit concerning Lin.
Ty was his emotional backbone. She'd filled that void for Lin.
He confided in her and she confided in him. She'd told him things. Things like: how she really felt about Peter fucking other girls on tour.

Lin had convinced Ty to let Peter screw around when he was on the road. She'd said Peter would probably end up getting some action anyways.
"This way he doesn't have to lie to you." Like honesty was really something Lin was interested in.
In reality, Micky thought Lin just wanted to mix things up. Or maybe she wanted Peter fucking other girls in hopes that Micky would follow suit and Lin wouldn't have to feel guilty about what she did with her 'clients.'
Feel guilty? Yeah right. Not Lin.

Ty was smart. She saw through Lin's bullshit but Lin had a power over her that went back to when they were little girls. Micky had heard the story but he didn't know the exact details.
In the end Ty had gone along with it but Micky knew she didn't like it. He knew that she had insecurities and Peter screwing around only made them worse.
Peter had to know that too. He was intuitive although self deception could be pretty powerful.
Still, if Micky had a girl like her, he wouldn't be caught dead fucking some stranger in an RV while his best friend watched.
No, he decided, this couldn't be what Peter looked like when he was having sex with Ty. This was much too dirty, too raunchy for her.

Still, it was hot.
Hot? There he was with that word again.

.

Cynthia really knew what she was doing. Peter didn't have to do anything. She was in his lap doing all the work. Usually that didn't fare well; usually the girls he banged didn't really know what to do but it was like she was anticipating every move he would make and saving him the trouble.
Her breasts were at eye level and he couldn't help but watch them move up and down with her rhythm.
Funny, she still had her top on. The red lettering on it boldly proclaimed 'I Love The Flaming Mermen.'
...really Cynthia? Really? You love The Flaming Mermen? That talentless, bland, cookie cutter band?
He supposed he was just biased. But how much did Cynthia 'love' the Mermen?
He was almost willing to bet his entire pavilion check that she 'loved' them the same way she 'loved' him right now.
Oh well, it went with the business. Still, he now found that looking at her breasts was just a bit irritating.

He'd been making it a point not to look in Micky's direction. Not to invade his privacy anymore than he already had.
It was bad enough that they were practically at arm's reach. If he started making eyes at him... well…
But..., it wouldn't hurt to just steal a quick glance and check him out. To fulfill an unspoken curiosity that most people have from time to time about the sexual habits of their friends.
He glanced over and was surprised to find Micky staring at him.
Micky quickly looked away...
an impulse to be expected in those embarrassing, caught-you-staring situations.
But just as quickly he returned his gaze.
Now this was interesting. They seemed to be caught in an eye lock.

It was an oddly intimate scenario. He felt uncomfortable. He felt vulnerable.
So why wasn't he looking away?
And why did he feel a sudden rush of...of what?
He felt light-headed.

.

Well, this was awkward...
He hadn't meant for Peter to catch him. And now Peter was watching him too.
Things had gone from weird to weirder.
From hot to….
to what?..hotter? Is that really what you were thinking?!
He never realized he had these voyeuristic inclinations.
God this wasn't happening.

.

Peter felt hypnotized.
And the way Micky was looking at him…fuck.
Who would have thought?
He could hear Micky's breathing. He could hear it hitch and then level out and then hitch again…and why was he listening to Micky's breathing?
Come on Pete, don't be weird.
Well, with all the chaos and energy of the day, plus the emotional highs and the chemical highs something bizarre was bound to happen.

But it's not like it meant anything. It wasn't anything to get worked up about, right?
No way would he be turned on by Micky under normal circumstance.
Besides, it wasn't like he was turned on by Micky anyway. Obviously he was turned on by Cynthia and her ginormous plastic breasts.
Which made him wonder when exactly had she taken her top off?

.

It was the DAMN sleepers! They were positioned all wrong! Being adjacent to each other like they were was an utter design failure! Didn't the manufacturers understand? He shouldn't even be able to see Pete! Didn't they think about things like PRIVACY?
NO! They probably just wanted to see how many sleepers they could cram on this thing.
Maybe they would win an award. "Well folks, this RV sleeps 72 and each bed can turn into a couch, a table, a spa and of course who could forget the teleportation device that actually renders the RVs traveling capabilities useless. But hey, at least it's versatile!"
To hell with what people needed. To hell with PRIVACY! Those Assholes!

Micky knew that he was being COMPLETELY irrational but he was getting real close and he didn't want to share that moment with his best bud. They shared a lot of things but this shouldn't be one of them.

.

Suddenly Vanessa leaned back and stopped rocking. "Cynth?"
"Yeah"
"You ready?"
"Yep"
Vanessa got off Micky and stood. She turned toward Peter and waited for Cynthia to get up.
She then then took her place as Cynthia leaned over Micky.
"Wh…What?" Micky looked at Peter. They were switching? "Hey wait a minute"

"Shhh" Cynthia said as lowered herself onto him. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

Micky looked at Peter. Peter's expression matched Micky's confusion.

When the girls were settled again, Peter started laughing. "Oh my god this is so weird."

Yeah it was weird.
And Peter laughing was weird.
And Peter laughing was great.
Micky began laughing too. They continued laughing until their laughs turned into sighs and moans as things heated up again.

.

They still kept an eye on each other but most of the awkwardness seemed to have dissipated.
Micky even caught Peter grinning at him a few times. And even though he knew it should bother him...it didn't.
Actually...he kind of liked it.

He was getting close again. His senses were starting to take over. He felt himself tightening up, preparing for the inevitable.
And there was Peter. Still there. Still watching him.
Oh well...fuck it. It looked like they were going to share this after all.

.

Peter could tell it was about to happen. Micky's breathing was getting ragged, a lot faster, a little bit louder.
He knew he should look away and let Micky have this moment to himself but he was transfixed.

When Micky reached his happy place, Peter got a real shock to his senses.
He really hadn't expected to feel anything. I mean, why would he?
But Micky, that son-of-a-bitch, had looked directly at him at his critical moment.
Then his eyes had glazed over, they had become liquid... right before shutting... right before he let out a short but sweet cry.

Peter almost followed him over the edge.

He was floored...breathless. He was having problems processing.
That look in Micky's eyes...it burned into his mind...
if only he could record that vision onto something tangible. The replay value would be priceless.
He closed his own eyes.
He was circling his own happy tingly place of no return.
When he opened them he saw that Micky had recovered and was watching him again.
And that look was still there.

That was what did it. He fell hard, intense. Every muscle in his body tensed up until he thought he would implode.
Then the release. God-the release!
Powerful and pulsing. He jolted against the wall.

He stayed there until it subsided. Until his mind cleared. Then he opened his eyes.
He felt dazed. He felt good. The post orgasmic energy was washing over his body.
His heart was pounding, so was everything else.
He was light-headed and laid his head back on wall.

Vanessa had disengaged herself from his body and was sliding her red skirt down to cover herself.
He had a fleeting concern about failing to satisfy her.
It was only fleeting.
He looked over at Micky who was in a similar state of relaxation.

Micky smiled and shook his head.

Peter laughed.

Micky laughed.

Peter laughed harder.

So did Micky.

They laughed until they were crying.

At some point Vanessa and Cynthia left. They hardly noticed. Finally the laughter died down.

"Oh my god, what was that?" Micky said as he lay down on his sleeper.

"I have no idea." Peter answered.

They grew quiet and Peter realized that Micky had passed out. He watched him sleep for a little while.
Something had changed between them. Deep down he could feel it but denial was a great ally and a safe one.