the opening, waiting to hear what she needs.
“Come on in, darling. And shut the door.” She smiles at me as she stands, smoothing a short, black skirt over her rounded hips.
I do as she asks and head to her desk. “Having issues with tonight?”
She runs a manicured hand up the side of my arm and pats me on the shoulder. “No, no issues.” Warmth lingers in her blue eyes, a touch of mischief in their depths. “I was wondering how you came up with your band’s name?”
Uh-oh. The campy, tongue-in-cheek name was meant as a publicity stunt, but the expression on her oval-shaped face and the lingering touch on my arm tell me she’s interested. “It’s just for shits and giggles,” I answer.
Her resting hand curves over to my back and trails down to my denim clad butt. “Are you sure? You certainly have a nice ass.” She emphasizes the statement with another pat. “I couldn’t help noticing in these snug jeans.”
How far do I want to let this go? My secret desire may be to fuck every one of my gorgeous band members in the ass by the end of this summer, but I don’t want to mess up our jobs by dallying with an owner who employs us. Word could get out and then gigs may get cancelled.
“Umm... uh, thanks. The band name really was meant as a goof.” I stand perfectly still, wondering where she’s going to takes this. Her hand is no longer resting on my ass, but gently caressing, causing my cock to stir and take notice. After all, Carla has enough cleavage on display to tempt any sane man.
“Like what you see?” Her voice drops deeper as she presses one large, soft breast into my bicep.
“You’re a beautiful woman, how could I not?” I say.
She reaches out and grabs my left hand, bringing it up to cup her gently. “Go ahead, baby. I’ve been dying to touch you since the second you came in asking to play.”
Well, this is certainly a first. I’m glad most of the other bar owners are guys or this could get really awkward. Her breast feels full and heavy in my palm, giving slightly as I press gently, searching for a nipple to tease with my thumb. My cock starts to lengthen and harden, wondering if it’s going to get to come out and play.
Carla rubs my growing firmness over the button-fly of my jeans. “These hug you like they were made to fit your cock.” She grabs the top edge and pulls the pants quickly, proving exactly why the button-fly is still my favorite jean of choice: quick release.
Cool air hits the heated skin of my dick as I spill out of my pants.
“Oh, no underwear—you bad boy. You must have been hoping this would happen.” She takes a firm grip on my woody, like she’s afraid it will run away or something.
Secretly, I’ve been hoping to bang Ginger, the spicy, redheaded guitarist that joined the group last week. Fumbling to escape boxers or briefs can ruin a moment. But I always go with no underwear on a day I’m scheduled to perform. Makes me sit up and take notice of the girls in the audience more.
Carla starts to stroke my cock in slow motions. “Ever hopeful,” I say before a sigh escapes. “That’s me.” Reaching up a few inches, I peel the clingy red top away from her lush curves, exposing one lacey bra-encased pert nipple.
I tweak her extended tip, twisting a little bit to test. Some women like things rough, some like them gentle, some like me to lead, some want to be dominated and others still...well they want to “seduce” the young twenty-four year old musician and hope to teach him a thing or two. I never know which one I’m going to be with next and have a repertoire of skills to pull out when needed.
She moans and presses into my hand. I give her a sharper pinch; close to bordering on pain, and her breath catches in her throat. “Oh, yes. Like that.”
Her strokes slow on my cock and I decide to test the waters in one more direction. I bend a bit to the side and reach around the manager’s backside. I deliver a stinging slap to her mini-skirt covered rump. “Don’t forget my cock.”
Her body jerks forward on impact, while her grip tightens on my shaft. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” The attention to my shaft resumes and a bit of pre-cum