Three Rockstars of Sin

Slowly, Kate made her way into the dressing room. Silence greeted her, a stark contrast to the hubbub outside. All of us were staring at the incredible female with her lush curves and timid smile. Even Brody put his phone away to give her his complete attention.

“Yo,” he drawled. “Yo, what up?”

Kate blushed. “Um, h-hi,” she began hesitantly, putting down a wicker basket filled with water bottles. “I’m your new assistant. I’m h-here to run errands and do whatever you guys need.”

My brows flew up. Brody and Hudson’s did too.

“What does that include?” was my immediate retort.

She blushed fierily once more.

“I’m not sure?” was her hesitant reply. “Getting water, helping you with tasks, that kind of thing?”

The three of us exchanged knowing looks. I could tell what we all wanted. This girl was right up our alley, and we were going to indulge. It’d been too long.

Far, far too long.

Kate had a soft, pillowy mouth and big brown eyes, just like we liked. Her curly mahogany hair fell around a face that looked so sweet and innocent. I needed to find out more.

Will she scream? Will she beg? Will she take it like a pro?

The brunette was exactly my type—and Brody and Hudson’s. Fortunately or unfortunately, the girl had piqued our interests.

We went in for the kill, stalking our prey like lions in wait.

“Anything we need?” I asked, already eager to get down with her. “Anything?”

Kate nodded quickly. “Anything.” Then her large espresso eyes grew even wider. “Oh wait, but not illegal drugs,” she said quickly. “I can’t get you that. The handbook says that’s a no-no.”

I threw my head back and laughed uproariously. Hudson and Brody did the same.

She was so damn innocent. Hard Fought cultivates an image as hard-partying rock stars, but actually, the three of us have always been clean. Hard drugs weren’t part of our gig. Maybe a little pot now and then, but that was all.

Pot is legal in a lot of places now, so I don’t think that even counts. We only smoked it where we could buy it from a store. None of us trusted random street dealers and we traveled too much to have solid connections.

“Illegal drugs?” I shook my head. “No, that’s not how we like to party, sweet thing.”

“Nope,” Brody rumbled, watching her like a starving jungle cat. “We like our fun dirty and much, much more personal.” He leaned forward in his chair to give her the full up and down, letting his gaze roam those voluptuous curves.

Kate blushed before turning away, brown curls covering one cheek.

“Okay,” she murmured. “Just call if you need anything, I’m ready to serve.”

Those words made my dick jerk.

Does this girl even know what she’s saying?

No, she didn’t—not from the looks of it.

But there was time. We could toy with her a little. She was a sweet new doll that needed to be played with. It would have to be slow. Shy girls took time and dedication.

“Sure thing,” Hudson drawled lazily, leaning back in his chair like a tiger at ease. “We look forward to working with you.”

Kate seemed completely oblivious. She nodded bashfully before dashing from the dressing room, leaving the water bottles and the basket behind.

Once the door was shut, we stared at one another, azure gazes hungry.

“Shit,” grunted Hudson. “Did that really just happen? Right here, with these hos all around?”

Brody nodded, slowly. “Think so, man. And she’s our new assistant.”

“No shit,” I added. “She’s all ours. On payroll and everything.”

That made us laugh, but not because it was a joke. We have a secret that not many know about. It’s not hard drugs. It’s not alcoholism or gambling. It’s not a crime even.

Instead, our secret is women. We love thick, gorgeous ladies just like Kate.

Even more, we like to fuck them together, three-on-one style. Why not? Guys that fuck together stick together. Hard Fought has been touring for years now, and foursomes work for us.

Sharing.

Syncopating.

Teaming up on chicks.

It works well once you get into a roll. Trust me.

At first, the ladies can be a little nervous. When they realize what’s going to happen, there are some gasping squeals and half-hearted shrieks of fear. Three massive fuck rods and one pussy? It’s thirty inches in the sweetest spot. They’re sore afterwards, but I don’t think a single one of them ever regretted it.

Once they warm up, they can’t get enough of it. The screams of fear become screams of ecstasy.

Ten inches. Twenty inches. Thirty. And presto! We’ve got a slut on our hands.

My dick stiffened as I basked in the memories.

There’s nothing like sharing a beautiful girl, one with all of her holes plugged simultaneously.

Mmm, Kate. Kitty-Kat. Come here, kitten. Daddy has a story for you.

For the first time all night, energy coursed through my veins. Not the fake energy from the bright lights and the screaming fans. Not the thumping pulse of our music, or even the eerie wail of the guitar. Rather, it was the vibe of something new.