Spank My Amp

“Backstage pass please”

I fumbled around in my clutch for the tag that Leon gave me so I could get backstage before his gig started. Where was it? I know I Put it in my wallet. Which is in my other purse. “Damnit, I left it in my other purse. I have it, I promise, I just left it at home 300 miles away. I am here to see a friend of mine. Leon Masterson” I whined to the big bouncer guarding the bands' entrance door.

“Can’t get through here without a backstage pass; not my rules it is the guy's rule.” He barked at me and my friend Kandi. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. I drove all this way to see him and left the fucking pass in my other purse like a dumb ass. No telling when I will get the opportunity to see him again or when I will have the cash. I felt tears welling up in the corners of my eyes.

“Life’s not fair, why does everything always have to happen to me?” I squeaked.

“Can’t you just ask Leon if he knows us? She’s not lying. She has pictures of them together from their last show. Show’em Alice” My friend Kandi always had my back. She shoved me forward, pushing on my shoulder. “Show’em,” she insisted again.

“He isn’t going to care” I protested as I reluctantly pulled my phone from my pocket. I didn’t even have to pull up anything. He is my lock screen background.

“You did that on your computer. Anyone can do that. I can’t let two little groupie girls go back there and bother the guys while they are warming up,” he stated, scowling at Kandi and me. His voice was loud and mean, and his eyes were hateful when they were glaring at me.

But when he turned to give my friend the same stank eye, his look changed. His eyes softened. He wasn’t looking at her face, though. His eyes were focused on the nonexistent neckline of the slutty top she was wearing. You know, the kind that just droops in the middle like a big U. Showing a big portion of side tit from each side. Hell, it didn’t cover much more than her tiny nickel-sized nipples.

“I’ll let you girls go back on one condition, Red here shows me those perfect titties she is teasing a poor fella with,” he said, trying hard to be Mr. Badass.

Kandi punched me in the shoulder. “See what messes you get us into just to see your boy toys ass shaking on stage. But his ass is cute, I’ll give you that one.” She whispered to me. She turned to the bouncer and said, “Okay cowboy, step back here, and I’ll give ya a quick peep show.”

She pushed the bouncer forward and made a sharp left into the storage closet while I waited on the other side of the door. I was the lookout. Always the scapegoat. Five minutes passed, and they were still in the stock room. I was getting a little worried. So, I tapped on the door and whispered, “Hey K, you alright in there, he didn’t try to kill you or anything, did he? See, I knew I should have brought my pepper spray.” I hollered.

After about 2 minutes of silence, I finally get a response from her. “I’m okaymf.” It was Kandis’ voice alright, but it sounded like she had a mouthful of — — never mind, I know what she has a mouthful of, and it wasn’t jawbreakers.

I pushed the door open just enough so I could see that my friend was physically okay. But I closed the door no sooner than I had swung it open. There was my whore friend K with her lips all around the bouncer's hard dick. From the looks of it, she was enjoying it just as much as he was, if not more.

K’s ponytail was wrapped around the guy's hands as he guided her pretty little lined lips down the length of his “healthy” shaft. She throws her arm up at me as to tell me to shoo. So, I’m taking it that she is going to be there for a while. So, I let my mind re-shift and refocus back on my reality. I was actually here. I was really going to get to see Leon.

Oh! Leon, where is your room? I want to be able to catch up before your show starts, and you will be busy the rest of the night, even after the show. Being surrounded by all those hot horny teenage groupie girls. He said room 6, didn’t he? She thought to herself.

Alice fumbled her way down the hallway in her mother's heels she borrowed without permission. She knew she looked way better in them anyway. After several minutes in the shag carpet-lined hallway, she finally spotted room 6, where Leon was supposed to be rehearsing. When she raised her dainty fist to bang on the door to get his attention, she heard the door unlock and saw it crack open.

There stood Leon’s bass player Anvil and Jeremy, the teenage roadie who always tagged along. His stage name was Meatball, but he will always be little Jeremy from down the street to me. I glanced over on the bed and what did I see? A naked blonde groupie who had her hands all over Leon’s drummer Ace who was balls deep in her pussy.

“We were just about to head out to find Leon so we could actually rehearse before the show” Meatball grumbled “why do I always have to be the one to find him? I never get to enjoy the hot horny groupies; all I get to do is load the stage or the truck.”

Looking over at me he attempts to flirt, and with a sleazy grin on his face proceeds to tell me “I could load you instead, and let Leon watch.” Smiling even though I was creeped out I couldn’t help but be a little flattered. I kindly reminded him that I was true to Leon but if I was a few years younger I would take him up on that offer all day long.

Ace and his newfound friend weren’t even phased by the audience. He continued to plow her from behind and she wasn’t shy about making her pleasure vocalized. I wasn’t a fan of porn, but I can’t lie, I was a little more than turned on watching them fuck.

They pretended they didn’t see me, (knowing they did,) they continued to shake the sheets and rattle the headboard. I was quite intrigued by the contortionist positions that Ace had this chick's legs in. Like the centerfold of a Penthouse magazine, her stems were spread wide open. One on the top of the headboard and the other against the bed. Ace had himself scissored in-between her perfect tanned flawless slegs going to town. Pounding his way to pink pussytown.

Never missing a beat, and my eyes never left the intertwined sweaty flesh of the two, they rotated switching positions. She mounted his body, as he lay flat on the bed both of them enjoying the ride. Her hands placed firmly on his chiseled chest, his hands groped around her chest as he bounced her tits up and down with each powerful thrust.

“Thirty minutes boys” boomed a loud thundering voice behind me right in my ear. Rattled me and broke my fixation and concentration on the fornicating going on right in front of me.

“You go on in thirty minutes” the band’s manager screamed at Ace insinuating for him to hurry up and get the skank out of there so they would be prepared for the gig.

“Where’s Leon?” I finally got my wits about me to ask Jeremy. “I haven’t gotten to see him yet. I always try to wish him luck before y’all go out on stage if ya know what I mean. So hurry up with the bed Ace” I squeaked attempting to shout at the couple mid coitus in their dressing room.

I wondered how K was faring in the storage closet with a mouthful of the bouncer's manhood. Hell, who knows we may even get backstage passes to the next gig. If I know her, and I do, she probably let him go all the way. She needed a man in her life anyhow.