Being the stage help at the theatre has its benefits; free concerts, side views, and being around celebrities.
Now, with the band Desperate Desire coming to play two sold out performances, I appreciated it more.
The moment I heard they were coming, I signed up immediately to work if someone called in sick. Either way, I would be there to catch them whether backstage or in the crowd. The best part was that I would be able to run into the band’s hot vocalist Charlie Slade.
Charlie was a known womanizer. Moreover, he loved teasing the gals in the front with seductive looks, the playfulness with bass player Johnny Ride, and the signature move that had the women talking. Charlie would take his finger, lick the tip, and touch his leather-clad crotch, symbolizing how hot he knew that he was.
What a conceited fuck, but, who knew better that he was the sexiest man alive besides Personable magazine. Yes, Charlie had it all, and me, being the little bad girl; I wanted to find out more.
When the night arrived, I was taking more time to prepare since I wanted to make an impression on Charlie from row three, stage left. I pulled out all the stops, wearing my new black leather outfit accentuating my curves, letting him know that this busty Latina wanted to be his friend for tonight.
Just as I was primping, my IPhone plays Desperate Desires tune, “Hated.”
“Oh shit, you cannot be serious…” I said. The song was the ring tone for my job.
I picked up, hoping that they needed me for tomorrow, not tonight when I had my plan to meet Charlie all in place.
“This is Conny…” I said with the curlers still wrapped around my locks. “C’mon Dan, I…I know I signed up but, really…” I whined when Dan, my boss, was telling me that Jenny had called in with the flu.
“Fuck,” I mouthed, “Alright, I’ll be there in an hour.”
Disgusted, I pushed the disconnect. My chances of meeting Charlie Slade were slim. However, I was still going to look good, just in case.
When I got there, I ran inside flashing my badge. From there, I clocked in, running to the assignment board.
Excited, I was in an even better predicament than first thought.
“Yes, I am the dressing room help, now, hopefully it will be for DD…”
Quickly, I sprinted to my locker putting my purse away after checking my reflection in the mirror. As I looked, I noticed someone behind me.
A pair of luscious lips, white teeth. Slowly, I turned…
“Allo there, sexy…” Charlie smiled, undressing me with his eyes.
At the sight of him, all my confidence disappeared. “Um, hiya. I…really love your music…”
He raised an eyebrow before staring, “Yeah, but tell me what else do you like about Charlie…” he said wickedly.
Gone was my saucy Latina attitude when he dropped his lids to gawk at my protruding forty-four double d’s. “Uh, well…”
“Hmm, seems the cat got your tongue. Maybe I should perk you up later, but first, I need you to do me a favor…”
“Yeah, I need you to shine my leathers for me. Jenny always does it when I come here…”
“Oh, well,” I struggled when he grabbed me, dragging my arm to the dressing room. In there were all the band mates and this evening’s “entertainment”.
“Ahem, here ya’ go…” he said handing me a towel. Charlie stretched horizontally in the make-up chair, his feet up.
Bewildered, I looked around at others staring, not sure what he meant. Surely, I wanted to find out.
Johnny Ride walked up, “Pretty lady, he wants you to shine his crotch area, it’s how he gets up for the show. I get tired of doing it.”
Charlie opened his eyes, “Thanks Johnny but you’re lying, you’re just saying that to put up a front. Now, love, do as the man says…”
He lowered his lids, lying still. Right then, I didn’t know exactly how Johnny did it but I knew how I would.
With all watching, I leaned over his crotch. The hardened muscle was semi-firm. I needed to make it attentive to my touches. Slowly, I rubbed the shiny material in a circular motion with the cloth.
“Mmm,” Charlie moaned, as I moved faster, going lower, making his thickness rise.
When I saw how much he liked it, “So you want it shining huh?” I said confidently.
“Yep, baby, ooh shit…” he said, before his mouth dropped open. Whispers were going throughout the room.
“Uh, huh, mmm…” I cooed before leaning in, licking along the imprint of his cock.
“God’s…FUCK, BABY!” Charlie yelled as the tip of his dick strained through, responding to me. I caressed him where his jewels were, coupling it with sucks and licks.
“Yeah, Charlie…am I doing a great job for ya? I am shining them up how you like it?”
Charlie began trembling, “I’ll say, love. Why don’t you stick around afterwards and let me return the favor, but…I’m not sure how long we’ll stay clothed…”
The room filled with oohs and ahhs.
It’s amazing what a little cloth can do, right?
Rawiya, an erotica writer, mother of two has had two tales published by Every Night Erotica: Dream Into Reality and Satisfying the Itch. Her story, Reconnection also won first place in Writing.Com’s erotica quickie contest.