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Roxie
I knew the moment Cherry Midnight went back out on stage for the encore, because the wailing from the crowd turned into a high-pitchedshriekthat was so loud the floor trembled inside the dressing room.
As the band began to play, I walked on wobbly legs over to the couch and collapsed onto the cushions. I was still breathing heavily. It had only lasted two minutes,maybethree, but it felt like I’d just run a marathon.
Riot’s melodious voice began to sing, filling the dressing room through the speakers mounted in the ceiling, and I smiled.
I’d never imagined my first threesome being like that. I’d never expected to have a threesome at all, honestly. But despite the unconventional—and brief—nature, it might have been the hottest sex I’d ever had.
The way they treated me like a toy. Giving orders.Usingme like I belonged to them and had no agency of my own. It turned me on more than I ever would have expected.
I considered myself a feminist. It was extremely important to me that I was treated with respect by my romantic partners. Allof that went out the window when I went to my knees in front of the two men.
Meghan was going to lose her mind when I eventually told her.
The encore lasted three songs, and then the band was filing back into the dressing room. “Son of a bitch,” was the first thing Cash said. “I can’t believe I missed out.”
“That’s what you get for taking a piss during the encore break,” Milo teased. “You snooze, you lose.”
“You’ll get your chance,” I promised, draping my arms around his shoulders and kissing him.
I wondered if he could taste the come on my tongue. If he could, he didn’t seem bothered. Which turned me on all over again.
“Now that you’ve had your fill,” Violet said, “I’d like to get mine. In the form of alcohol and a cheeseburger.”
“Aren’t you vegan?” Riot asked.
“I am, except for the times I’m not,” she replied, sending a wink my way. “Don’t tell Dana.”
“Well now I definitely want to tell Dana,” Milo chimed in. “I wonder how I can use this information to get—oof.” He grunted as Violet lightly smacked him on the back of the head.
“You want to talk blackmail? Because I know enough secrets about all three of you to make your life a living hell,” she warned.
“Milo retracts his statement,” Cash said.
“Does he?” Violet asked.
Milo slowly nodded. “None of you are any fun. Except Roxie.”
His smile returned, and I grinned with him.
We found a bar a few blocks from the arena that served food. The band was recognized by a pair of fans that had apparentlybeen to the show, and after taking a group selfie, Riot invited them to join us. The seven of us drank until the bar closed down at two in the morning, which probably made those two fans the happiest people in the world for a night.
And the weird part? It was all sonormal. I had just been railed in the dressing room by Riot and Milo, filled from both ends with their cocks and their hot come, and now we were having drinks and eating cheese fries and laughing about the setlist.
What an insane turn my life had taken. I felt like my smile might never fade from my face.
The tour continued westward, stopping in Phoenix, Las Vegas, and then Los Angeles. Every show was the same, yet totally different. In Los Angeles, Riot suggested I watch the show from the Audio/Visual booth out in the middle of the crowd. That was a delight, seeing the band from a new vantage point with the chaos of fans pressing against the barriers all around us. It reminded me of the first time I’d seen them, when they opened for Rainknife so many cities ago.
Our next hotel was in San Diego, and we got our money’s worth. Everyone wanted a turn with me—Cash on the first night, Riot on the second, and then Milo after the concert on the third night. It was nice to spend some time with them individually after the threesome in Denver, and their hunger for me was a palpable thing.
It was also comforting to sleep with them—actuallysleep with them, I mean, not just sex. It was a level of intimacy that I craved, especially to balance out the rough way they sometimes fucked me. A thrilling balance of love, lust, and care. I was comfortable with the way they used me during sex because it was the only time they acted that way. The rest of their time, I was their friend. Their accomplice. I was a part of the band, eventhough my only other contributions were the tour posters I made for each city.
Violet gave us privacy on the bus whenever we wanted it. “I’m going shopping for a souvenir for Dana,” she would loudly announce to everyone. “I will be backno earlierthan two.”
“Surprised you don’t want toaccidentally—” he made air quotes with his fingers, “—walk in on us.”
