Chapter 39 - Roxie
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-pitched shriek that 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, maybe three, 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. Using me 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. All of 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 apparently been 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 so normal. 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—actually sleep 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, even though 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 back no earlier than two.”
“Surprised you don’t want to accidentally—” he made air quotes with his fingers, “—walk in on us.”
“Tempting, but I respect peoples’ privacy,” she replied. “Unlike some people who I will refrain from mentioning.”
“It was one time! It’s not my fault you didn’t lock the bathroom while you were taking a piss!”
The tour became a blur of highways, cities, and arenas. San Francisco was next, followed by Portland. We laughed, fucked, shared drinks, played card games, and teased each other like we’d been lifelong friends.
There was a brewery in Portland that Cash wanted to visit, but I shook my head. “I’m going to stay back and catch up on my freelance work.”
“I’m still bloated from the beer we had last night,” Violet said.
“Guy’s trip!” Milo threw one arm over Riot’s shoulder, and the other over Cash’s. “We can gossip about sports and women. Like real men.”
“Real men wouldn’t call it gossip,” Riot pointed out. “Hold down the fort, ladies.”
When they were gone, I put my headphones on and got into a nice groove. I was behind on my commissioned pieces thanks to all the fun we’d been having. But that was a good problem to have.
Violet hung out at the back of the bus, but after an hour of work she came to the front and opened the mini-fridge. She held up a beer to me, and I removed my headphones in time to hear her ask, “Beer?”
“Yes please,” I said, accepting the can. It was a wheat beer with an orange on the label. “I thought you were too bloated for beer?”
“I only said that to avoid going out. The boys love me, but they still need their alone time.” She sank into one of the chairs and threw a leg over the armrest. “You seem like you’ve been working a lot in the past week.”
“I’m not complaining!” I replied. “Doing the band posters has driven a lot of traffic to my online store. I have enough commissions to last me until next summer. Much nicer than sitting around, refreshing my email, hoping for new work to come in.”
“Hell yeah. Glad you’re getting something out of it.” She touched her beer to mine in a toast. “Are you having fun? On the tour, I mean. And… you know. With them.”
The sparkle in her eyes told me what she meant.
“I’m having so much fun! I keep trying to take a step back and appreciate it all, because it’s going by fast. We only have, like, seven more cities before the tour’s over.”
Violet ran a hand through her hair. I could see the dark roots underneath the pink; she would need to dye it again soon.
“Definitely savor it as much as you can. It was a hell of a ride when I was in your shoes. Don’t get me wrong; I love Dana and wouldn’t change anything.
But being in a polycule with those three dorks was the time of my life.
Milo likes to joke that I got enough dick with them to last a lifetime, which is the only reason I switched to women. ”
I chuckled at that.
Violet took another sip. “Glad you’re enjoying it. Have the guys talked you into anal yet?”
I gave a start at the sudden, and blunt, change of subject. “Um. No. They haven’t mentioned it.”
She was taken aback by that. “Huh. Surprised they haven’t brought it up. They love it.” She smiled fondly.
Suddenly intrigued, I leaned forward and asked, “Doesn’t it hurt? I’ve never done it before.”
“Sometimes,” Violet said casually. “You’ve got to ease into it. Lube helps, obviously. It’s a different kind of pleasure. It’s definitely not for everyone.”
I nodded slowly while considering that.
“It’s especially great when it’s not just anal,” she added.
“What do you mean?”
She smiled. I could tell she was enjoying this conversation. “When one of them is fucking you in the ass, and another cock is in your pussy at the same time. Double penetration.” She kissed her fingertips like a chef. “It’s the only thing I miss about hetero sex.”
“Is it really that good?”
“Girl, you have no idea. It’s the most intense orgasm you can have.
If you can handle it. You might not be able to.
” She shrugged. “But it’s worth trying. Don’t jump right into that, though.
You said you’ve never done anal, so start there and then work your way up.
But don’t wait too long. Like you said, we’re on the back-end of the tour. Time’s running out.”
I thought about that while nursing my beer.
“Do you miss it?” I suddenly asked. “Being with men?”
Violet gave me a lopsided smirk. “Every now and then. But mostly no. Have I told you about the first time Dana and I kissed?”
I leaned forward. “No! Do tell.”
“I didn’t even realize it was a date.” She stared off and smiled at the memory.
“We went to the same gym, and sometimes asked each other for a spotter. Eventually she asked if I wanted to get lunch. We had a nice time, chatting about this and that, and then left the cafe. And while I was saying goodbye to her, she grabbed a handful of my shirt and pulled me into a kiss.”
“Hot,” I said.
“It was the first time I’d kissed a woman,” she admitted. “It was like there was a room in my house I’d never noticed before, and suddenly the lights had been turned on inside. A car drove by and a guy yelled out the window hell yeah! And being with a woman has been excellent ever since.
“I look back on my time with the guys fondly,” she added. “But I don’t really miss it. Maybe in a nostalgic kind of way, but that’s it.”
I nodded along. “That’s really great. Thanks for sharing.”
“You ever want to switch teams, I know some women who would eat you up.” She stood up and stretched like a cat. “I’ll let you get back to work. Holler if you want to take a break and share another beer.”
I put my headphones on and got back to work. But the idea of anal sex had been planted in my head, and I could feel it taking root.