Three Rockstars of Sin

Watching her jump to attention was nice. But we wanted something stronger than Advil.

I shook my head. “No, no, no. I need something to really relax me, Kate girl. Not pain medication. We all need to relax, actually. We need to get clean too. Think you can help us with something like that?”

I looked down at my bare and sweaty chest, and her eyes followed my gaze.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” she replied cautiously, but it seemed like she did.

“Oh, I think you do,” was my suggestive rumble. “I think you do.”

Our luscious goddess licked her lips, looking hungry suddenly. Brody made the most of it. He stood, shirtless, those wide shoulders and rippling six-pack identical to mine. Our bodies were similar, the only difference that his chest had fur, and mine was bare.

But like me, he was dripping with sweat from the hot lights and gyrating all over the stage. Some nights, humping the mic stand and driving the girls wild took more energy than we had in us.

Hard Fought still had some energy left though—just enough for Kate.

Kate bit her lip, then gasped when Hudson stood up next. He’d obviously worked up a sweat, but his jeans were unbuttoned and the tip of his huge cock was already poking out from the denim, the glistening head pointed right at Kate.

Her eyes went wide.

“Can I get the masseuse for you, guys?” she asked, breathless and obviously trying to hide her excitement. “Or maybe a physical therapist? Being onstage for three hours is really hard. Helena gave me the numbers for—”

But I wanted her to use her imagination in other ways.

“No massage, Kitty-Kat. No physical therapist either. We want to give you a massage actually. If you’re okay with it, of course.”

“That’ll help us relax real good,” Brody growled, low and deep. “You up for it?”

She gaped at us like an astonished fish. Maybe our girl didn’t understand.

“What? You want to give me a massage? How will that help you relax though?” she stammered.

So damn innocent. So damn oblivious.

“That’s right,” rasped Brody. “We want to take a shower with you, and we’re going to massage you under the water ... with our dicks that is. You think you can handle that sweetheart? That kind of sopping, internal massage? “

He was so fucking crude sometimes. The thing about Brody was that he always got straight to the point. All of the girls thought that our front-man was smooth. In all honesty, he was far from it. But somehow, being a perverted bastard worked for him.

Because the sugary, plump angel wanted it and she wanted it bad. The girl stood with her back to the door, hand on the handle like she wanted to escape. I knew better, though. She wanted to stay with us. The eighteen-year-old virgin craved a massage from three alphas. Her erect nipples didn’t lie.

I looked at the guys, acting on cue. Slowly, the three of us began crowding in on Kate. She looked confused at first, but also intrigued. I could smell her fascination, musky and sweet.

“Come on,” Hudson said. “We have the perfect place in back.” He jerked his head towards the bathroom.

“Only your pretty skin and smooth hands can calm me down. I usually get like this after a show. We all do. I know you can take care of us. You just need to relax, sweetheart,” Brody rumbled. “You want us, don’t you?”

I brushed my thumb over her parted lips, and the pink gloss came off on my finger. My joystick spurted from the sudden image of her mouth on my dick. That lip gloss would be smeared all over my hard fuck pole as she suckled it for more cream.

“Come on, baby,” was my raspy entreaty. “It’ll feel good, I promise.”

And Hudson smoothed a hand down the sweet filly’s back, nudging her towards the bathroom. I walked backwards, confidently watching the girl we craved. She couldn’t stop looking at us, one after the other, eyes wide.

Because shit, the female was obsessed with us just like we were obsessed with her.

“I don’t...I don’t know anything about this kind of massage,” Kate stammered. “I used to give my high school boyfriend massages on his legs after gym class,” she said slowly. “He had a condition where touch helped.”

“This massage won’t be like that, Kitty-Kat,” I rumbled, amusement in my eyes. “The only condition we have is that you enjoy every second of it.”

Our eyes were glinting with excitement now.

“We’ll take care of you. We’ll take care of everything,” Hudson insisted. “This is for you.”

And soon, we hit the bathroom in back. It was luxurious for sure, cavernous with echoes. Spotless, storm gray tile everywhere. Gleaming fixtures, all brand new. They must have pulled out the stops remodeling this place.

I stepped into the shower, where there were three wide shower heads above, another three at waist level and a hand-held shower head in each corner.