The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Easy,” Hale kissed Ivy on the top of the head. Ivy had his cock in a tight grip, pulling and tugging with freneticism. Hale breathed. “We’re not even out of the parking lot.”

They had just restocked and refueled. Tight as it was, seven could technically fit in Betty’s cab, no one was getting relegated to the trailer anytime soon. No matter how short they’d gotten on seatbelts.

“Shut up,” Ivy said. “This is the first time I’ve had cuddle in Arkansas,” she moaned pitiably, “And we’re like six miles from Tennessee. I don’t miss out on giving my man road head in every one of the states of his journey.”

She kissed his ear wildly, her wrist pumping harder.

“You didn’t do California,” Casey poked and prodded, literally teasing Ivy’s shoulder from the back bench.

“And head is a la bouche, non?” Nique asked, turning the speakers up as Skynyrd started up.

“What in the Cajun jibber-jabber is a la bouche?” Ivy scowled.

“With the mouth,” Dakota translated.

“Oh yeah!” Ivy said. Reika squealed as Ivy first hopped to her knees, straddled the tiny Japanese girl and then contorted herself to lay down on top of her and Nique’s laps to get her face down in Hale’s crotch.

“Don’t bang your head on the steering wheel,” Hale said, deathgripping the wheel like he always did when his girls got frisky on the road. Ivy grabbed the shaft again and placed a wet peck on his head before slurping wetly around the foreskin.

Reika had her hands up half-panicked with the girl on her lap. Casey leaned over the bench, grabbed Reika’s left and moved it onto the to of ivy’s skull.

“You’re the captain, Reika, make sure she sucks it right,” Casey kissed Reika on the cheek. Alicia pulled Casey back down onto Betty’s back bench.

Reika didn’t know what she was supposed to be doing as ‘blowjob captain’ but luckily she had an ambitious and skilled crewwoman. Ivy tightly grabbed the base of Hale’s cock and pumped towards the seal of her mouth where her tongue, unseen, made its presence known to the rest of his length with wiggly motions.

“Is that the border?” Alicia asked, loudly, rhetorically.

Dakota reached from behind and held Hale’s lips closed.

Ivy was sucking dick with a speed and intensity seldom matched in the sport. Hale squirmed in the driver’s seat. His hands gripped tightly on the steering wheel.

Ivy’s tongue rippled and rolled with the up and down bob of her energetic head. Dakota let go of his mouth. Hale was driving, elbows up and awkward, head on a frantic swivel from mirror to mirror to odometer.

The harder Ivy sucked, the more rigid and intense he had to be as a driver.

Alicia leaned over the back and kissed Reika’s ear before a whisper.

“If you think so,” Reika said, lifting Ivy’s skirt. Before Reika could gingerly touch Ivy’s dripping cunt, Nique had speared an index and middle finger into the cocksucker.

Ivy wormed, unable to moan well with the ring of her throat wrapped so tightly around Hale’s cock. She grabbed his balls. Betty and the trailer wormed in the bounds of the lane.

“Oh fuck, oh shit,” Hale was breathing shallowly. He slapped the wheel one, two, three times. “Shit oh!”

Ivy was grinning madly, Nique was hammering her hungry and wet pussy. She was giving the greatest head of her life. Reika was holding her skull, but just petting Ivy like a kitten.

Ivy slurped and squealed.

Hale was huffing and puffing.

“OK, that’s the border!” Dakota lied. No one expected her to have it in her.

Ivy certain believed.

On the came the four-way flashers and Ivy groaned, getting a throat full of warm cum. She kicked and screamed, unable to swallow, making a mess of Hale’s lap.

“Oh fuck...” Hale laughed, rolling to a stop on the shoulder. He patted her head. Slowly, with Nique fighting her, Ivy found herself up, sitting astride Reika and Nique’s thigh. She looked out the windshield.

“Dude!” she moaned sexily at Dakota.

“We still got three miles left,” Nique said, resuming her fingerbang of Ivy.

Ivy lurched, reaching across, and grabbed Hale’s hand.

She came, squealing and holding the next ring up to the light.

“We’re done with her,” Nique said, tossing Ivy into the backseat.

“I had cuddle!” Ivy bitched as Reika opportunistically scooted up against Hale’s side.

“Got the ring, Case?”

“10-4,” she said.

“Let’s go to Tennessee.”

“That was great, Lilah!” Rick spoke into the microphone to the girl in the booth. “You’re time’s almost up. You want to—”

“No can do, sugah,” she said, slinging her guitar onto her back. “I rent you guys out for another hour and I’ll miss rent.”

“You could save some money if you did your own mixing,” Rick said, grinning as he watched Lilah step out of the booth. She grabbed her hat from the rack and set it on her head.

“Ain’t got anywhere to record,” she said. “I’m living with three roommates and our walls might as well be paper. It’s not like I can rent my own place, buy all these doohickeys, and take the time to teach myself how to sound engineer on my salary.”

“I’ll send you the mixes in a couple of days then. See you Wednesday?”

“Tips willin’,” Lilah said. “Tips willin’.”

She looked at her phone and cussed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Missed the bus,” she said. “Gonna be late again. Fuck me.”

Rick kept his answer to himself.

Cleaning, dumping, and draining the trailer was a quick chore for one man and his six girlfriends. They found a cheap enough lot to lock it up and leave it and hoofed it down to downtown Nashville.

“Where are we heading?” Alicia asked.

“Food!” Ivy said, groaning miserably.

“We’re in Nashville,” Reika said. “I think we should see some live music.”

“Never took you for a country music fan,” Alicia said.

“I’m not,” Reika said, handing her phone to Alicia. Casey popped her head over the shoulder.

“I vote live music!” Casey laughed.

“Find a bar not a venue,” Ivy said, holding Hale’s hand as they looked back. Dakota was on his other side, content enough to leave the conspiring girls to their games in the back.

“Should I ask why you’re looking at pictures of bimbos?” Nique asked.

Casey patted her shorts pocket and then flashed her magic Norse ring. “We were warned not to leave these out.”

“Food!” Ivy groaned again. “Just find me a breastaurant that serves ribs! I want a huge rack!”

“Breastaurant?” Reika asked.

“Hooters,” Alicia suggested.

“Twin Peaks,” added Nique.

“Olive Garden,” said Dakota. She blushed. “There were always cute waitresses at the one back home. It was why it was Granddad’s favorite.”

“I think they need to be a little sluttier than Olive Garden,” Casey said.

“We’re going somewhere local anyways,” Hale said. “I’m on a road trip, seeing America—”

“Getting babes,” Ivy said.

“Exactly. Look at my standards,” he said, squeezing Dakota and Ivy closed. “I don’t want some off-the-rack anywhere restaurant. I don’t want some dime-a-dozen anywhere girl.”

“Yeah,” Casey said, squeezing Reika. “So find us your best country hottie.”

“And make sure they serve proper food!” Ivy shouted.

“Karen, it’s six, I gotta cut and run.” Lilah was still in her orange diner uniform when she hit up her shift manager.

“Dinner rush is just winding up,” Karen said.

“You know I tend bar,” Lilah said. “Besides, the girls can handle it. Iggy and Paula have picked up my tables.” Some people just never left, even after they got their checks.

“You were late and now you gotta run?” Karen said. “It seems to me you don’t want this job.”

Late? She arrived at 11:02 and was on the floor at 11:03. Yes, that was late for an eleven to six shift. But Renee, Karen’s daughter, who was due in at five thirty still wasn’t on the floor.

“I need this job,” Lilah said, knowing which fight to choose. “I want the show tonight. There’s a manager coming by to see me tonight.”

Karen grimaced. “Fine, I’m writing you up though.”

Lilah kissed Karen on the cheek and ran to the back. She couldn’t miss another bus! She had to do her makeup to tend bar, change her clothes to something lower cut, and... As always, she was cutting it close again. Her heart was in her throat.

“This place is a dive,” Alicia said, picking up a chicken wing with noticeable duress.

“Food’s great,” Ivy said, picking the chicken wing from Alicia’s fingers and biting it. “Hale?”

“Yeah,” he said, almost as much a mess of other people’s wing sauce as Ivy.

“If I start getting fat, you gotta work by ass down to the bone.”

“Well not to the bone,” he said. “You get to keep some of that bounce.”

“Don’t take mine!” Casey said, deflecting Ivy with a stick of celery.

“Well, so far the pictures Reika’s showed us have been heavily filtered,” Dakota said. “Here’s hoping the next act isn’t quite the butterface.”

“The second band was full of hotties,” Nique said, rubbing my Reika’s shoulder.

“Totally hot,” Reikia agreed.

“They were dudes,” Hale pointed out.

Reika blushed. “Sorry, Hale.”

“Don’t apologize,” he said. “I love the company, the food is much better than it looks, and even if we didn’t find our girl, the music’s been great.”

Reika smiled, she kept to herself that country music sucked. No one ever believed her when she commented on music.

Lilah rushed into the green room, her guitar bouncing off her shoulder. She was still in the halter top and skirt she’d been wearing at the bar. There was no changing room, the green room was lucky it was more than a private toilet. She took a makeup table in the corner, reapplied everything. She had to stop and take a deep breath.

The room was packed tonight. It was Saturday night. It was wing night. It was the best night to perform anyways. But she’d saw the old silver fox sitting by the stage. She’d served him his red wine. Not the beer and whiskey she was expecting out of any of her patrons. He didn’t seem country music, not at all.

He did seem packed full of money though.

What Lilah wouldn’t do to get out of her cramped space with so many women!

“Hey,” Keith drummed his hands across the back of her chair in a series of karate chops.

“I gotta get ready,” Lilah said. “You can hit on me after.”

“Promise?”

“Never,” she said, blowing him a kiss in the mirror. She frowned. Her lipstick wasn’t right. She hurriedly wiped it off and tried again.

“Crane! You’re on deck. Get your ass to the curtain.”

“Fuck!” Lilah said, looking down at her apron and top. She stuffed them into her guitar case and checked herself in the mirror. She had a proper dress to wear tonight and—“Fuck it!”

She tossed her top in the case, strutting out, her bones shaking in unkillable nerves. She got to the curtain where Ginny was telling the crowd to tip their waitresses. God, Ginny was so generic.

Could be worse, she wasn’t following up Keith and the boys.

“Jesus, Li’,” Marco said, looking her up down. She was in a short skirt, tights and a skimpy bra. “Not going to be singing all your sad songs tonight, are you?”

“Huh?” Lilah looked down at herself. “I’m going to have to change my whole set list.”

“I’d go with Hot Guy in a Hot Truck,” he suggested.

“That’s not the name of the song,” Lilah said. “It’s—”

“Lilah Crane!” the MC shouted.

“No one cares,” Marco said. “Go, kill ‘em dead, sweetheart.”

“Lilah Crane!”

There was sedate, unethused clapping, until this stark sexualized goddess walked out on stage.

“She wasn’t using a filter!” Casey said, elbowing Hale.

“She was much more refined in her pictures though,” Reika said.

“So we know she cleans up nice and looks good slutty?” Ivy said, wiping herself off with yet another moist towelette. “Dibs? We’re calling dibs, right?”

“Let’s hear her sing first,” Hale said.

“No, really?” Alicia laughed. “I thought we were going to rush the stage, pin her down, and shove the ring on her finger.”

“Call that Plan-Z,” Hale said.

“What’s that mean?” Reika said.

“It means, fuck off, no we won’t, but no doesn’t mean never,” Dakota translated.

Hale squeezed her shoulders.

“God, look at her sing!” Casey said.

The chorus hit and the crowd was on the floor. Apparently she was known locally, because a bunch of non-ring-worthy girls were on the dance floor shouting ‘Hot guy in a hot truck!’ in each other’s faces.

“Best act tonight,” Hale said.

“Best legs too,” Casey agreed.

“And she’s a blonde!” Ivy said.

“Already got that covered,” Nique said, defensively.

Alicia hugged her. “Some people like eating two cookies at a time.”

“I’m not a cookie,” Nique said.

“I’ve pulled you open and licked the creme out, little miss Oreo.”

Nique sighed. “Got a great set of pipes on her.”

“Legs too,” Reika said. Everyone smiled predatorily at the youngest girl until she began to ramble. “It’s not just her legs. She’s got great tits. Ohmygod, stopit! Christ, Ijustwannarip thatbraoff ofher!”

“Breathe, breathe,” Ivy whispered, rubbing Reika’s back.

Lilah always left the stage spent. But her heart was pounding with more energy and fear than she’d ever felt. She’d sung her heart out. Her index finger, which she thought calloused permanently had been cut open when her guitar strings broke. She could barely trust herself to walk in heels backstage.

“Goddammit girl!” Marco said, he pointed down. “You popped free.”

She looked down. Playing in just her bra had been a panicked move. That panic had become energy. So spent, emotionally and physically. She almost didn’t think to be embarrassed as she pressed her tit back into the cup. “Thanks Marco.”

“Here to help.”

“Encore! Encore!”

“Can I?”

“No,” he said. “Got another act. Who will never perform after you again if this is the new you.”

“Hey Li! Set the bar high tonight?” Helena was an older singer, kind of a local celebrity. The name most locals would know on the marquee. “I like the look. Didn’t take you for much of a sex act.

“I was running late, didn’t have time to finish changing,” Lilah said.

“Well, I’d but better bras,” she said, pulling Lilah’s strap. “This screams Walmart.”

“It is from Walmart.”

“The boys sell the cheap country crap better than us girls,” Helena said. “We gotta be backwoods and high-class.”

“Helena Alvarez!” the MC called out.

“Any time, doll,” Marco said.

“Wish me luck,” she said, winking at Lilah.

“Break a leg,” Lilah said.

She turned, the crowd all but booed when Helena set out. Lilah couldn’t smile harder, she would’ve felt guilty if the crowd hadn’t turned around for the local legend. Helena knew how to win them over.

Lilah had her lungs again. Her heart was still too fast. Licking her lips, she started down towards the green room. Keith whistled.

“Hell of a show, bitch,” he said.

She smacked him with the back of her knuckles and a bright smile. “You see the manager type in the corner?”

“Red wine, Jewish?”

“He was Jewish?” Lilah asked.

Keith shrugged. “Short, nerdy, glasses.”

“Money.” They said together.

“Yeah, him,” Lilah said. “Was he alone?”

“He had a few girls circling him all night,” Keith said. “Businessman to businesswoman, I’m guessing.”

“I gotta get this sweat off,” Lilah said. “Assuming they weren’t all golddiggers sniffing out a large credit card, he might have an assistant.”

“And that means?” Keith asked.

“If someone comes back for me, send them straight in.”

“You sure?” Keith said. “There’s definitely a few fans after that blowup.”

“I’m OK with a couple of near misses,” Lilah said.

“Well go shower, you’re soaked in sweat,” Keith said. “Though I can’t say I dislike the look.”

“Go flirt with groupies,” she said, smiling.

He shrugged. “Gotta try for top shelf before you start drinking ‘shine.”

“You’re charming, but a total lech,” Lilah said. “Like with music, I need my man to be dependable. Loyal.”

“Hey, I’m loyal,” he said.

“Yeah, to a half-dozen at a time. What kind of self-respecting girl would accept that?” Lilah blew a kiss and went straight into the showers.

Carlton Prince finished his red wine and got up from his seat. He preferred when he traveled, with his wedding ring safely sitting in his luggage at the hotel, to enjoy the local color. However, he had his eyes set on something better than bar trash pussy. He diligently waited for Helena to get deep into her set before he climbed to his feet.

There were two parts of every trip. Business and pleasure. After seeing Lilah’s show, he expected to get both done easy.

“Hi,” he approached the bouncer before the green room door.

“Hi! Oh my god!” Three pretty young things rushed ahead of him. The redhead and blonde were good, but the Latin girl was spectacular. “Can we get in and see that last singer, she was insane!”

It was the redhead who asked.

One of the earlier acts, the guy with the good voice and the shit band, came out from behind the bouncer. “Lilah said she’s looking to meet people today. Hello ladies.”

“Huh, yeah, hi,” the blonde said with a twinge of Cajun in her voice. Carlton grinned as the wind left the singer’s sails.

“She said let them in?” The bouncer said.

The singer looked at Carlton. “Actually, she was hoping to meet with you, sir.”

Carlton waved from the back.

“Girls, do you mind?” he said. “I’m sure she’ll want to celebrate after I talk to her. You could be in for a party.”

“Let him in, now.”

“Sure thing, Keith,” the bouncer said. Keith walked out of the way, heading to the bar. He had more play from the girls in the bar and he slowly began to reclaim his self confidence.

Carlton thanked the bouncer, smiled at the girls. He was used to not getting the play Keith was. So their polite but disinterested faces did little to stagger him.

They were knockouts though. Especially that spicy Latina. Oh well, some delicacies were off limits. Others... Others made themselves available.

Lilah had put on her performing dress out of the shower. She had her glasses on and her stage makeup off. There was a knock. She instantly regretted dressing down. She rushed to the door and opened it.

Cowboy boots on, she was four inches taller than the richly dressed man waiting there.

“Hi, my name is Carlton Prince, from Independence Sound. Can I speak with you, Lilah?”

“I think you can,” she said, playing up her twang. She stepped back holding the door, he walked in, looked her up and down.

“I like the dress,” he said.

“Thank you,” she said, with half a curtsy. “If I had the time...” she bit off her words, she didn’t want to how stressed and haphazard tonight’s performance had been. She shook her head and gestured. “There’s a couch in the back. Will that do?”

“A couch would be lovely,” he said.

He walked across the green room, following Lilah. The swish of the skirt around her long legs was a treat. Plus, she didn’t smell like performance and sweat. The best of both worlds, as far as Carlton was concerned.

Lilah smoothed out her skirt and sat down. Carlton came down on the cushion next to her. She forced a smile, having expected a bit more room on the couch.

“You’ve been singing for a while now, haven’t you?”

“Been on the stage since I was 15,” she said. “Ten whole years.”

Older often meant cagier. But 25 was still young and green. Carlton smiled.

“I have to say, I was expecting a different kind of show,” he said. “Especially from the few videos we’ve had sent in. I’m glad you’ve come to show more confidence.”

“And skin,” she said, trying to joke.

The smile on his face was not joking. “Indeed. All your songs were they? Nothing you don’t own the rights to?”

“All originals,” she said agreeing. “Well, Nashville Sun—”

“That’s Hot Guy in a Hot Truck?” he asked.

“Well, some people call it that, but—”

“It gave the crowd just the right kind of energy.” He smiled as he bumped her knee with his own. “We’re not going to be interrupted here, are we? This could take a while, you know?”

She looked up at the door.

“I suppose we could...” she frowned. “Do you have somewhere we could go?”

“I know just the place,” he said.

Ivy flopped down at the table. “Apparently she isn’t accepting autographs!”

“Huh,” Hale asked, pulling his lips off of Reika. Reika gave Ivy the finger, which Ivy grabbed and turned straight into Nique’s hand.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” Nique asked.

“Reika needs more kisses,” Alicia giggled with alcohol.

“Yeah, but I—” Reika slunk down against the back of the chair as Nique slung her thigh over the Japanese girl’s lap and grabbed her hair. The pair began to go at it vigorously. Hale smirked.

“We missed her?” he asked.

“I don’t think we missed her,” Casey said. “I just think there was this one guy that she really wanted to meet and we got bumped. She’ll probably give us a chance if we wait till they’re done.”

“This guy? About 5′5″, balding, nice suit jacket, flashing money around?” Dakota asked.

“You saw him? He was right by the stage and—” Casey followed Dakota’s finger as the everyone watched Lilah walk out behind this guy.

“Well poop-shit,” Ivy said.

“Usually, people only say poop when they don’t want to curse,” Dakota pointed out.

“Well that’s just screw-fucked,” Ivy said. Hale put his hand over the drink she went for. Ivy burst into giggles.

“I think,” he said, looking Reika and Nique. “We’re done here. Wanna go find a hotel with a huge bed?”

“Do I?!” Casey said, pulling the drink that had been prevented from going to Dakota and throwing it back.

“But...” Alicia looked around. “It’s not like were bereft of options. There’s a cute black girl right over there.”

“Cute,” Dakota agreed. “But, I wouldn’t want to find out I was the second choice.”

“And, damn,” Ivy said. “No, I want a blonde with bi~ig—” She gestured over her tits.

“Mais non!” Nique growled twisting on Reika’s lap to glare at Ivy.

“Bi~ig lungs! Did you hear the notes that broad could hit?”

“She has great tits too,” Nique said. “I want to bury Hale’s face in them.”

Hale pulled her over for a kiss. “You’re more than just our blonde piece. Much more.”

“Merci,” she said. “Ou-est... Where this big bed I was promised?”

“And I’ll drop you off at home when we’re done,” Carlton said as he opened the back door of his big SUV.

Lilah stopped. She had to take a triple look at this man. The tinted windows of the vehicle and the back corner of the parking lot was out of sight from the bouncer at the door. She hesitated.

“My time and patience aren’t unlimited, Miss Crane,” he said. “There’s a lot of paperwork I need to get done if I’m going to make you an offer.”

“You’re prepared to make me an offer?” she said.

“Very prepared,” he said. “After your performance tonight, I am certain we can do what’s best for each other.”

Against the niggle in the pit of her stomach, she stepped up into the SUV and slid a cross the back bench. He climbed up after her. It was big roomy vehicle. She wouldn’t want to be six feet tall in the back seat, but she was surprised at the comfort. He opened the center console and took out his briefcase.

“I have to say! I was thoroughly impressed by the show,” he said. “With our managers and social media people, we’ll have you blowing up on Youtube, Instagram, and Tiktok in no time.”

“I’m not really into social media or anything,” she said as he slid closer against her.

“Oh, that’s all the marketing these days. Don’t worry, you don’t have to have a whole show like you did tonight, if we can get two or three thirty seconds of sheer, unmodulated excitement per show, then we’re golden. Even if you bomb the rest.”

“That seems dishonest,” she said.

“It’s show biz,” he said. “It’s not about the truth, it’s about what’s for sale and how much you can negotiate for it.”

“Uh huh,” she said, as he picked out several papers. “Should I have a lawyer for this?”

“Can you afford one?” he asked.

She froze for a moment. The answer was clearly no.

“I thought as much. Besides, an agent is the kind of lawyer that is intimately in touch with all of these papers and mumbo jumbo. A lawyer’s a bit too generalist, what you need is a man like me. I can make the best of you, get you on the ladder up and out of this town. Do you do much touring?”

“I mean I’d like to, but I barely get around Tennessee. I went to Georgia a couple times, but...”

“I don’t just mean the south,” he said. “I’ll get you all across Europe and Asia once we show the world how hot you can be.”

“I’m not only interested in being hot, I want to make good music.”

“We’re going to start with Hot Guy in a Hot Truck,” he said. “But an SUV will do for tonight.”

“Huh, ha, ha,” she stammered, edging closer to the door of the car. “Listen, can we talk about the papers. What am I g away? I’ll own my songs and everything right?”

“For the most part, the lyrics are your copyright. Of course the recordings we make will be under our umbrella,” he said. “The video and posts too, we produce too for your social media.

Which by the way, you’re a little bit under-numbered on. I’m putting my neck out for you on this. I hope you understand.”

He let that hang in the air for a moment.

“Of course, we’ll have our people working on it. Listen, you’re getting ahead of yourself. I laid out where we’re going. But there’s all these first steps first.”

“What first steps?” she asked.

His hand settled on her thigh. When his thumb traced under the hem of her dress. Her hand instantly went to the door handle. Click! Click! Click!

“Don’t be hasty,” he said. “We’re talking about a g bonus, nothing like a career move. Just a show, not a whole tour, you know?”

“Take your hands off of me,” she said, hissing and pushing his hand out from under her dress.

“I keep my promises. I’ve got a list of twenty girls like you all over North America and the world thanking me for the work we did with a bright start.”

“No!” she said, pushing his chest. He squeezed her knee.

“You won’t regret it,” he said. “And I won’t tell. This is the golden ticket for you. Hell, maybe I’ll inspire some more songs?”

“Get off! No!” With explosive force, she put his knee to chest and thrust him back across the bench. She tried the door again and it failed to open.

“Lilah,” he said, chuckling. “This is fun for me, but this is also not necessary for me. One chance, like I said, my time and patience in Nashville is limited.”

“No!” she said, almost screaming it when he came closer. He grew smug, sat back, pushed the contract to her.

She almost picked it up, but she couldn’t read it and keep her eyes on Carlton. And even if she could, would this little cunt be worth it? Worth the dream she had been working on for 10 years? Worth the panicked rush from job to job? An end to the poverty and—

“No!” she said, thrusting herself over the bucket seats.

“Wait!” he said, grabbing her cowboy boot as she yanked open the driver side door and scrambled out of the vehicle, collapsing onto the asphalt where she squealed in fright, eye-to-eye with a coyote baring his fangs.

“You want me to drive Betty?” Reika asked.

“You’re the only one of us who actually paid attention to this,” Hale said, lifting the ‘I’m under 21, don’t serve me alcohol’ bracelet on Reika’s wrist.

“I’ve never driven anything this big. I’ve never driven in Nashville before!”

Casey grabbed Reika’s shoulders and pulled her to a stop. “They have the same laws everywhere. Stop at stop signs and stop lights. Listen to the GPS and you’ll be fine.”

“What about the trailer? I’ve never had to drive a vehicle with a—”

“Trailer’s parked at the motel,” Dakota reminded Reika.

“Get us home without murdering us and I’ll eat your pussy,” Alicia whispered into Reika’s ear.

“Not funny! Now I’m going to be thinking about killing everyone all the time while driving and—”

“That’s called being vigilant,” Dakota said. “You should be alert and concerned.”

“I’m just excited to try the back bench for once,” Hale said.

“Anti-shotgun!” Ivy called instantly.

“If you guys have too much sex while I’m driving, I’ll get distracted!” Reika said, stomping and shouting. She was the only one who noticed all the attention around them. She started rushing off towards Betty, head down, hand over her eyes.

“We better go after her before she leaves in a panic and realizes she forgot us five blocks later,” Alicia said.

“We are not being too mean to the poor girl, are we?” Nique asked.

“She knows we love her,” Ivy said.

“We should tell her more often,” Nique said. “To know is not as good as to hear, oui?”

“Ah! Smart! I love you, Dominique!” Casey turned and grabbed Nique in a kiss.

“That’s great! Slow her down, Case! You guys can have the front seat without Hale!”

“Son of a bitch!” Casey said, pushing off of Nique and twisting into a jog to the truck.

“Hale?” Reika said, frowning as she watched Hale walk straight past Betty while she panicked. The bench seat didn’t have the same controls as a bucket seat and her legs were considerably shorter than Hale’s. She couldn’t reach the—

“We can move the whole bench,” Alicia said. “I’ll get the enger side, you pull the catch under your knees.”

Hale was in a jog. Casey was sprinting up alongside him. Dakota hadn’t kicked in the same burst of speed as the redhead.

“Get away from me!” The hot blonde country singer fell out of a big SUV in a uniquely shadowed corner of the parking lot.

“Listen, get back in—”

Hale caught the eye of a short man. Hale rushed over, Carlton kicked Lilah’s feet out the door and onto the ground.

“The whole industry is going to hear how much of a chore you are to work with,” Carlton hissed at Lilah, yanked the door shut. She managed to save her toes in time.

Hale grabbed Lilah under the breasts and pulled her out of the way as the SUV staggered to speed and raced away.

“Are you hurt? Are you injured?” Hale asked.

“Fu~uck! Fucking motherfuck shit-stained fuck!” Lilah shouted brutally after the SUV.

“No?” Hale asked.

“God she really does have amazing lung capacity,” Casey joked. Lilah blushed, turning and seeing the two women and the man.

“My dress is ruined,” she said, taking Hale’s hands and getting pulled to her feet.

“You look better with it off,” Dakota said. She saw the response on Lilah’s face and cringed in time. “Sorry! I thought it would be funny! Flirty even! I—”

Lilah chuckled, and then blanched. “Shit!”

“What?” Hale said. “We’re not leaving you until your set on your feet.”

She stomped her cowboy boot. She wriggled her toes on the asphalt.

Casey flattened her stare.

“He’s got my boot! My purse! My phone, my keys, shit.” She looked at the bar. “Basically everything but my guitar.”

“Does someone inside know him?” Hale asked. “We could call him and get him to come back and—”

Lilah shook her head. “I can get new cards. I got roommates for a spare key. All of my pictures are on the cloud. If I never see him again... It’s too fucking soon...” She was looking up the street where the SUV went. “Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it!”

“Fuck it! Fuck it!” When Casey ed in as harmony, Lilah shut up. More of the girls were coming over to see what had set everyone off.

“Oh pretty! She ours yet?” Ivy said as she craned her head left and right to get a look at Lilah’s hands. “Work your crazy magic Hale! Casey, you play defence. Dakota... Cheerlead.”

“Really?” Dakota said. “Out of all of us, you think I was the cheerleader?”

“Honestly, I thought I was the only one of us who never would’ve been,” Reika said.

Lilah let herself laugh. “I was a cheerleader.”

“Me too!” Alicia said, hugging a shocked Lilah. “What are we doing? Which it are we fucking?”

Lilah wiped her eyes and was shocked she hadn’t been crying. “Thanks. I... Actually, can you walk me in for my guitar?” She looked up at Hale. She didn’t want to be alone right now and just seeing the girls around Hale and she knew he had the right way with women. Not a Carlton at all.

“Guys?” Reika said, the keys shaking in her right hand.

“No need to be so nervous,” Ivy hip-checked the youngest member. “Come on.” She grabbed Reika by the back of the hair and walked towards Betty. “When you guys are done in the bar again. Reika will be calm enough to drive.”

“They’re joking right?” Lilah asked.

“I’m don’t have a say in this!” Reika called back in flustered motormouth panic.

“Broads,” Alicia said. “Just can’t keep their hands to themselves.”

Dakota elbowed Alicia but Lilah had managed a laugh. “Fuck...”

Marco and Keith raised eyebrows when they saw Lilah come back in with Hale and Casey. She held Hale’s arm, hopping in her one boot. She shook her head in a “No time for questions” way and lead the pair straight back into the green room.

Helena was waiting, stretched out on the couch, enjoying a vodka soda.

“You should be celebrating, sweetheart,” Helena said. “You were about to turn this dog and pony show into a career.”

“He was all promises,” Lilah said.

“And hands,” Helena caught the entendre. “But those hands fulfill promises.” She noticed the man and the redhead. “Don’t tell these white knights saved you from a future?”

“No,” Lilah said. “I saved myself.” She turned. “Carlton drove off with my purse.”

“I’ll call him,” Helena said, inching forward. “High energies can shock the system. I saw you play tonight, you earned a shot. This is probably another shot if you took a breath and now got your head on straight.”

Casey and Hale exchanged a possessive look, but they looked at Lilah.

Lilah took a long deep breath. She went to her guitar case where she had her change of clothes and her restaurant shoes. She squatted down to tie her laces. “I do have my head on straight,” she said. “Call him. Tell him to leave my bag with the bouncer and I’ll pick it up in the morning.”

She grabbed her guitar from near the dressing table.

“You guys have been sweet,” Lilah said. “I can get a cab to the door.” She sighed. “Fuck...” She looked at Helena and then decided to ask Marco for the cab fare instead.

“Let us drive you home,” Hale said. “You don’t have a wallet or a phone. I want to see this all the way to the end.”

“Oh, where’s the end of your road?” Helena asked.

“North Carolina,” Casey answered. She smiled at Lilah. “It’s been a hell of a trip, you’d fit in marvelously.”

“Wow,” Helena said.

“You should see the pack of she-wolves he’s got in his truck,” Lilah said.

“I did,” Helena said. “You were sitting in the rear right corner. If it ain’t a cult, a road trip might calm you down.”

Lilah frowned. She gestured with the guitar and Hale and Casey followed her out of the dressing room.

“What’s going on?” Lilah asked Hale and Casey as the approached Betty in the parking lot. Alicia turned and smiled; she, Dakota, and Nique were standing a few steps back from the truck, smiles on hand.

“Reika was nervous,” Alicia said. Tipsily she threw herself in a hug around Lilah. “She’s so pretty! Can I have her? I’ll be really really good, I promise!”

Lilah laughed, nervously at first but from the belly as the tension inside of her broke. Casey hurriedly waved a rune-banded ring under Alicia’s eyes. Alicia squeezed tight and let go.

“Hi, Alicia,” Alicia said. “Dakota, Dominique.” with a point and a point and then she waved to the truck in the dark. Reika’s squeaky moaned spiked. “The designated dykes are Ivy and Reika.”

“Oh! You girls are some lesbian thing?” Lilah asked, turning until she saw Hale. The girls had evaded her stare. “I thought I might have more to fear from you. But it turns out you’re all gay or...”

Reika’s hand slapped the driver side window and streaked down the glass.

“Your ‘danger’ is currently from the redhead,” Hale said, enigmatically.

“Sorry, Sugah,” Lilah smiled easily for Casey. “I’m strictly carnivore.”

“Well, sometimes a girl needs a salad,” Casey said.

Lilah laughed. She rubbed her belly. “Sorry, I’m being weird.”

“Weird fits in,” Dakota said.

“I’m just glad I can laugh,” Lilah said. “I was so proud of myself tonight. Tell me, was the show as sexy to you guys as it felt to me?”

Reika’s hand dropped off the window. The girl was clearly cumming hard and Ivy wasn’t letting up.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” Alicia said.

Lilah shook her head. “Fucking bastard had to ruin my night.”

“Then let’s not end it on a downer,” Hale said. “Climb in.” He gestured to the truck. “You’re local, right? Tell me where we can get something sweet this late at night.”

Reika’s voice spiked again.

“In the truck, apparently,” Lilah said. But she approached, Alicia running up beside them. Seven had been extra cozy in the cab, but Lilah didn’t make for the door. She went to the back tire, kicked in and hopped into the wheel well and hopped into the bed. Alicia and Hale clambered up after her.

“I’m going to check in on Reika,” Dakota said.

Casey nodded. She followed the others towards the bed, but took a hard right and climbed into the back. She didn’t feel confident taking the ring into the truck bed. What if she dropped it?

“Hey,” Ivy said, wiping her face of pussy juice. “Oh shit!”

She scrambled out of the cab and rushed to the bed.

“She didn’t ditch you because—”

Dakota had her hand pushed off of Reika’s leg.

“I hate being the sober one,” Reika said, looking into the mirror.

Casey opened the window of the back of Betty’s cab.

“Hi,” Lilah put her head in. “We’re going to want to turn left out of the parking lot.”

“Right,” Reika said.

“You are the cutest bunch of lesbos I’ve ever met,” Lilah said. “How do you handle all of them, Hale?”

“One at a time... two at a time... seven at a time...”

Lilah laughed and even blushed a little when she counted.

The last thing Lilah expected after her encounter with the lovely Carlton, was to end up in a clutch of not-quite-lesbians. She honestly was beginning to think they were all Hale’s women. Which, good on him... Right?

The girls were on the scale of pretty tipsy. Alicia was the only one Lilah might call sloppy, but she just seemed more comfortable in her body and with liquor than the others.

“This is the best late night hole-in-the-wall in the city,” Lilah said, caught between Casey and Alicia opposite Hale, Dakota, and Reika. Ivy and Nique had been relegated to chairs at the head of the table. The booths were big, but it would’ve been easier to fit inside the truck cab than in here.

All these girls, it made Lilah feel claustrophobic, but in a going-back-to-Mom’s kinda way.

“It’s so good...” Alicia said, moaning around her spoonful of sundae. She then scooped out of Lilah’s waffle bowl.

“Hey!” Lilah said. “You girls are just used to sharing everything, ain’t ya?”

“Mais non,” Nique said. “Not used to.”

The girls laughed, Ivy the loudest.

“This has been the best adventure of my life!” Alicia said, pouting as Lilah defended her ice cream this time.

“You have your own,” Lilah said.

“But mine is strawberry! Yours is chocolate!”

“You could’ve ordered chocolate,” Hale said.

“I like it both ways,” Alicia said, purring into Lilah’s ear.

“This isn’t too much, right?” Dakota asked. “After...”

“You guys aren’t gross,” Lilah said. “But I think he must’ve left me a little loopy.” Who gets into a truck full of strangers after getting creeped out in another man’s SUV? “You’ve been traveling a while now?”

“Almost two months,” Casey said.

“It was just those two to begin with,” Ivy said, gesturing with a spoon and then yelling “A ha!” when she stole some of Reika’s.

“We both got the same fudge!” Reika said, frowning at Ivy.

“But those two picked up the rest of us like souvenirs to bring home,” Ivy continued, ignoring Reika. “You want in?” She waved her hand and then leaned over and elbowed Casey. “We got an extra decoder ring.”

“I’m not really into the US sex tour,” Lilah said, laughing.

“Says the rock star,” Alicia said. “C’mon! Ring up!”

Casey put the ring on the table. She spun it like a quarter. There was a loud scratch on the window. Lilah turned but saw nothing.

“Alright,” she said, picking it up. “Alright.”

“Seriously?” Dakota said.

“I need to let loose,” she said. “I can always give it back tomorrow?”

“I’d never ask for it back,” Hale said.

There was something heavy about that statement.

“Look,” Lilah said. “Let’s have a blast tonight. Maybe hit a few more bars and then you guys can retire to whatever motel room you’re gonna mess up.”

She picked up the ring and rolled it between her index finger and thumb. “But I need to clear my head. And ice cream ain’t gonna cut it.”

“Works for me!” Alicia said, grabbing another spoonful, out of Lilah’s bowl.

“Shit,” Lilah said, imagining going on her tour, guitar, the bus... Manager... “Shit...”

“You OK?” Casey asked, rubbing her elbow.

“This is just for fun,” Lilah said. “I’m one of you guys tonight.”

“Fun, adventure, connection,” Hale said.

“Don’t get too deep on me,” Lilah said.

“Hale goes so~oo deep!” Ivy singsonged. The waitress ing behind her shook her head.

“I think I gotta hang up the spurs. This work, work, play, and scrape together every cent for music isn’t the gig I want.”

“What do you want?”

“I want be recognized...” Lilah said.

“Travel in the lights, knowing everywhere you go, you’re adored?” Dakota asked.

“Sounds like you need to get that ring on!” Alicia said. “Life in Betty is like that.”

“Betty?”

“The truck,” Hale said.

Lilah noticed, everyone was on the edge of their seats as she played with the ring. It almost made the hair stick up on the back of her neck. Still, she gave a hearty, “What the hell? Tonight’s tonight.” and shoved the ring down her middle finger.

The cheers shocked her.

“Now,” Ivy said, leaning forward. “Let’s get all of that sweetness.”

Lilah raised and eyebrow and said, “Hey!” as six spoons stabbed into her waffle bowl and yanked away a bit of her ice cream. Sheepishly, Dakota tried for some after she realized what everyone else had done.

Reika was driving Betty. Hale, Alicia, and Lilah were sitting in the bed. Looking up at the light-polluted Nashville sky. No stars, only the lights of people showing the way.

“You’re really -ing the whole squad?” Lilah asked.

“You can say fucking,” Alicia said. “I fuck good.”

“I bet you do,” Lilah said, laughing.

“Are you a good girl?” Alicia said, grinning.

Hale relaxed. He had the ring on Lilah. He didn’t want to do anything that would freak Reika out too much until Betty came to a full stop. The waiting, the knowing, the confidence... It was intoxicating.

“I mostly am,” Lilah said, laughing. “That show tonight, that was me at my most frazzled.” She stopped laughing. “If I had even two more minutes to find anywhere at all today... I wouldn’t have been out on the stage like a tart.”

“Mmmm... Tarts...” Alicia said, purring. Hale laughed. Lilah shook her head.

“I mean, I might have a career if he didn’t think I was going to be easy,” Lilah said.

“No,” Hale disagreed. “If you came out as a nun and sung songs about how the Lord was the only man for you. That weasel would’ve tried to get you on your knees.”

“Well, I knew some Christian girls like that,” Alicia said. “Back in school.”

“Me too,” Lilah said. “They took it up the ass and everyone knew it.”

“And they sucked dick like it was full of communion wine,” Alicia said laughing.

Hale looked at both of them, smirking. Alicia blessed herself. Lilah reached across and smacked Alicia.

“Just so you know,” Lilah said, waving the ring. “I’m not big on partying, I’m only partying for the night. I need to shed all this stress off.”

“Cool,” he said. “Tonight your crazy. Tomorrow...”

“Tomorrow you’ll have all of your girls,” Lilah laughed.

“I definitely will.”

They pulled into the motel. Ivy got out, slapped the truck and waved the liquor store bag. “C’mon, Reika needs fixing!”

Lilah hopped up and out of the couch. She took one of the bags and followed the other girls towards the room. Alicia hung back, put her head on Hale’s shoulder.

“Man, if they all look like that, you should start a record label,” Alicia laughed.

“I can hear you!” Lilah singsonged back.

“You’re supposed to,” Hale said. Lilah blushed, shaking her head.

One man, seven women, in a two bed motel room. Even after getting out of the close confines of Betty, the room felt too small. Ivy was already on the bed, drinking.

Alicia was staring at Lilah from over Hale’s shoulder. Ivy had her head on one side of Reika’s shoulder, her ankles up on Dakota’s lap.

“Don’t drink like that, you’ll drown,” Reika said. Casey reached under Reika’s glass and tipped the rum and coke into Reika’s mouth. Reika panicked and slurped, refusing to let any of the drink spill. Everyone cheered.

“Is she going to watch me like a vulture?” Lilah asked Hale.

“No, not like a vulture,” Hale laughed. “Like a she-wolf. We hunt in packs.”

Alicia howled; Casey, Dakota, and Ivy howled as well.

“Oh desole!” Nique said, trying to in too late. Reika couldn’t because Casey wouldn’t stop tilting Reika’s cup into her mouth.

Hale and Alicia punctuated the howls with loud panting.

“Jesus Christ,” Lilah laughed.

“Hey,” Reika said, swatting Casey now that Reika’s cup was empty. “Hi, she knows she’s part of this now? You know that right, Lilah?”

“Well yeah,” Lilah said, waving her ring.

“Some people need hands on learning,” Ivy said.

Hale was pushed by Alicia and Nique towards Lilah.

“I’ll put on some music,” Casey said, casting her phone to the TV. Youtube started up on a classic rock station. They’d all come to associate the music selection of Betty to the very heart of the trip.

“The Doors?” Lilah said. She took Hale’s hand and started swinging her hips with him. “I didn’t take you guys for classic rock fans. Hell, I figured you were at the bar for my tits more than the country.”

“And the wings!” Ivy said.

Dakota flicked Ivy in the nose, causing Ivy to miss her mouth and pour her drink awkwardly over her face. That caused Reika to get liquor on her thighs, panic, jump up, and roll Ivy face down into the carpet.

“Shit!” Hale said, letting go of Lilah.

“Are you hurt?” Casey asked.

“Yethm,” Ivy moaned into the carpet.

“Are you injured?” Dakota asked, more sternly.

“Nohm,” Ivy moaned.

Nique kicked Ivy in the butt. “On your feet then. Je vais... I’ll get you cleaned up.”

“Ugh,” Reika said, grabbing her skirt and flicking the spilled drink off her dress. Then she pulled it up and tossed it across the room. She wasn’t wearing a bra. With her little breasts, she seldom did. Only when they were playing tennis or going white water rafting or something physical. She sat back down and Casey handed Reika a second drink.

“Nice boobs,” Lilah said, somewhat shocked.

“Thank you,” Reika said. “But you don’t have to be nice. I mean—”

She gestured to Alicia, Casey, and then to Lilah herself.

“Little boobs are nice too,” Alicia said, tackling down Reika and getting the girl to pour some of her drink onto her panties.

Hale stepped up behind Lilah and wrapped his hands around her waist. “This is how we party.” He picked up her hand and ran his index finger along her ring. She flinched from the shock. “You’re partying with us tonight.”

She blushed. She smiled a small smile. She turned her head and smirked. He kissed her. The room turned quiet. Lilah melted, knowing Hale’s hands kept her up. She wiggled her butt against his crotch until she felt the strength of his desire for her. Their lips broke.

The room erupted into cheering.

“Oh my god!” she said, giggling as she looked around. Alicia grabbed Dakota and Casey from the bed opposite herself and Reika. She yanked them across the room.

“What?” Lilah asked.

“I get first taste,” Hale said, marching her towards the empty bed.

Ivy stuck her head out of the bathroom.

“Arretez-vous!” Nique onished dragging Ivy back in to clean up the blood from her nose.

Lilah felt the room collapse into just herself and Hale as he tumbled her onto her back. His hand grabbed hers and their rings came together. It was an exciting burst of energy between them. Lilah was still denying the feeling inside of her. There was something more than being seduced by a handsome man. There was something that she shared with the half-dozen spectating girls in the room.

Lilah was a showwoman but she wasn’t a show-off. She should’ve been mortified by Hale kissing her and groping her under the gazes of the other women. She wasn’t.

Hale unzipped Lilah’s skirt, which took him two goes before he found the zip. She wiggled her hip as he dragged the denim to her sneakers. He tossed away the skirt and put her feet in his lap. One than the other, he tossed her shoes directionlessly away. She stared, straight in his eyes, perhaps the rest of the world wouldn’t have to exist while this happened. His fingers ran across her bare toes and down the soles of her feet. Her shoulders shook. She reached for her panties and he moved like a striking cobra.

“I’ll take your clothes off,” he said, holding her fingers. She blushed warmer, nodded, and chewed her lip.

“Don’t say it,” Casey hissed into Alicia’s ear. Ivy, with one of her nostrils blocked by tissues, and Nique crawled up on the bed. Lilah almost looked, almost let herself be distracted, but Hale was unzipping Lilah’s dress and he commanded her full attention.

“Your tits are spectacular,” he said, seeing the bra she had worn on stage. He lifted her back to pull the hooks and toss it away. “Spectacular.”

He grabbed her and kissed her once again. She bloomed into the heat and aggression of his hands and lips. She squirmed her last bit of clothes, her panties, bothered her. She lightly scratched the backs of his hand, urging him to go on.

But Hale moved at his own pace.

Excitement was fed by ion and frustration. Lilah had never been hotter for a man in her life. Finally, his fingers hooked the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. She sat up, kicking away the pink g-string and grabbing Hale’s shirt.

“I—”

“I’ll take your clothes off!” she said, with none of the control and power he had used on her. She pulled, scraped, and dragged his shirt up and off his shoulders. She rubbed his cock through his jeans with the palm of one hand as she struggled to unbutton and unzip at the same time. She fought and pulled and needed his help to get rid of his jeans and his boxers. She was panting heavily when she picked up his cock. She looked up to his eyes.

“Just your hands?” he asked, baiting her.

She lunged to lick and slurp his cock. He discreetly stepped on his socks and removed them. She rolled his balls in her fingers, stroked the shaft with her left hand, and swirled her tongue madly over the head. He groaned with approval, grabbed the back of her hair, and eased her down deep. She coughed and her eyes watered, but she accepted him in her throat.

“I wonder if getting a hummer from a trained musician feels better?” Alicia said.

“Shut it!” Casey hissed.

Lilah began to rumble ‘Hot Guy in a Hot Truck’ down Hale’s shaft. He nodded to the peanut gallery and began to move Lilah’s head in a quick bob. Lilah enjoyed herself until she felt the twitch, then she pulled backwards.

“Why are you stopping?”

“I need you in me. Fucking me...” she panted. He pulled her up for a kiss. Her chin was slick with running drool. He twisted her over, onto the bed onto her back, and kneed open her thighs.

“Just... huh... fuck... me... Please!”

She was a pleading wreck as his lips went to her collarbone. His fingers circled her clit and explored her dripping slit. He descended, she lifted her thigh and sat it on his shoulder. He smiled, diving his face into her pussy. Lilah shouted shaking screams.

“I... Don’t... Need...”

Words were just strangled breaths. She’d lost what she was trying to say and grabbed two fists full of her blonde hair. Her back arched on the bed. She clenched her thighs tight around Hale’s head.

“A singer should vocalize more,” Alicia teased.

“Maybe let her have her fun?” Dakota said, to keep Casey from chewing out Alicia again.

“Scream bitch!” Ivy yelled. Casey and Nique slapped the back of Ivy’s head.

Lilah would’ve screamed but there was no air in her lungs. She was huffing and heaving, twisting and gasping, cumming and bucking. Hale, grinning, face dripping, wrenched her thighs off of his ears. He climbed back over her.

Lilah got a kiss full of her own pussy wetness. She tongued and slurped. She was as sloppy as he was and it was the sloppiest she’d ever been kissed. She held tight on his hair as he eased his cock to her cunt.

The peanut gallery all cheered, the shock of so many excited voices in time with the insertion rocked Lilah. She gibbered out Hale’s name as her back arched. He shoved her shoulders down hard on the mattress and fucked her aggressively. He was rutting and grunting and pushing her into the bed.

Lilah gasped for air. Hale was over-breathing, panting and groaning with every thrust. He lifted her feet and set her ankles on her shoulder. Bending her improved his depth. Each thrust squeezed her up to the diaphragm and the wind hissed out from between her teeth. She grabbed his arms and squeezed, forcing his body to crash atop her.

“Oh... My... God...”

“This is just the beginning,” Hale threatened in her ear. She hugged him tightly and his cock hammered faster. She felt and tasted the sweat on his skin. His grunts were echoing in her bones and she clenched him tightly, knowing she was physically begging for him to cum inside of her.

He answered her plea with an animal groan and thrust. Her fingers dug into his shoulder blade. She grabbed the mattress.

“Cum! Cum! Cum!” Ivy started chanting with each of Hale’s thrusts. Alicia picked it up. Casey grumbled but Reika threw her voice in the mix. Dakota and Nique did too.

“Cum! Cum! Cum!” Casey said, smiling more than she had all night.

It was better to fuck all together.

Lilah squealed. She had always been multi-orgasmic, but it was few and far between her partners had matched her body’s capabilities. If this was right, she hadn’t been fucked right in all her life!

“Cum for me!” she whispered, struggling to keep thought, intention, and words coherent. “Cum for me, baby!”

Hale smirked. He forced a kissed on her lips, but groaned into her mouth. His body stiffened and her heels hooked hard just below his ass cheeks.

“Cu~~um!” Ivy drew out the last of the chant as the other girls erupted in gleeful cheers. Lilah gasped as the ropes of cum chased up her pussy. She clutched him, both of their bodies and spirits tangling.

As he collapsed and began to soften, she dropped her head off to the side. The other girls were snorting and giggling.

Alicia knee-walked up onto the bed and brushed Lilah’s hair from her face.

“Wanna see magic?” she asked whispering into Lilah’s ear. Lilah turned her glassy-eyed unstoppable grin to Alicia. Alicia wiggled her ringed finger in front of Lilah’s face before reaching in between Hale and Lilah and grabbing his cock.

Lilah gasped as Hale rejuvenated, physically, expanding against the still quivering walls of her pussy.

“Night’s just getting started,” Hale said.

“Hi,” Reika said, climbing up on Lilah’s right. She kissed Hale. “Share time?”

“Share time,” he said, stepping back and out of Lilah. Reika thrust her face down into Lilah’s sensitive pussy to start slurping at the leakage.

“Do you like girls?” Alicia asked.

“I don’t think so,” Lilah said, grabbing the back of Reika’s head.

“You get to find out you’re wrong!” Alicia said, leaning over and kissing Lilah.

Lilah woke up in a cat’s cradle of limbs. She was wet, clammy, and sore. The sun was up, illuminating the back of the motel curtains, but she had no idea if that meant she had slept at all, let alone for how long.

She had expected to feel used, regretful, and just confounded on her behavior last night. Holding onto her dignity from a business predator to ing up in some bisexual harem orgy with one stranger dude and the six strangest ladies she had ever met.

She just had a feeling of comfort.

I guess I am bi. She thought, trying to move Reika’s arm from across her belly, but the Japanese teenager hugged tighter.

“Just throw her off,” Casey said, sitting up on the other bed. “We all need sleep and not to sleep. She won’t be offended.”

Still, it was hard to make a throw of it. After several ginger attempts, Casey leaned over the bed, grabbed Reika’s shoulders and pushed her aside.

“Fuck! Let me sleep,” Reika mumbled.

“Let Lilah get up,” Casey said. But Reika was already curling tightly around a Dakota, waking up Dakota. It was easier to unscissor Lilah’s legs from Nique’s.

“I’m going to hit the breakfast bar,” Casey said.

“I... Think I need a shower first,” Lilah said.

Casey kissed Lilah. “Alicia would love some company.”

Casey went to grab a pair of shorts and a bikini top. She slipped into a pair of flip-flops and exited the room.

Lilah stood between the beds. Naked, but all of the other girls were naked too. Ivy had a bed to herself, starfished out, face down, and adorably snoring. Dakota, Nique, and Reika looked particularly uncomfortable and happy all at once.

Lilah tiptoed to the bathroom. The door was open. Alicia was in the shower, head tilted back, gargling the spray like a suicidal turkey. Lilah stared.

Alicia spat towards the drain. “Pee, poop, or me. No judgment.”

Lilah walked over and sat down to pee.

“I have three roommates,” Lilah said. “I think our lives would be less fraught if we adopted the pee, poop, or rule.”

“Traveling in Betty with the trailer,” Alicia said, opening her shampoo, “Really got me to give up on the idea of privacy.”

“Helps when everyone’s so in sync,” Lilah said, grabbing some paper and wiping. Stretching, she ed Alicia in the tub. “Let me get your hair.”

“Please do!” Alicia said, handing the bottle to Lilah. “We should hit up your apartment soon. Get whatever you need to us.”

“ you?” Lilah frowned. “I promised last night.”

“Then take the ring off,” Alicia said.

Lilah stayed quiet, but did her best to tend to Alicia’s hair.

“Hey,” Hale smiled when Casey got next to her in line and bumped his hip.

“When’s the last time we had a moment, just the two of us?” Casey asked.

“It’s gotta have been before Reika,” he said. “Right?”

“Probably,” Casey said, grabbing a hard-boiled egg and a fruit cup. The cheap buffet was underwhelming but the food made the company better. They grabbed a two person table by the window and ate quickly, knowing their time together was going to be cut short the moment anyone got out of bed. “I’ve been talking to your mom.”

“Yeah?” Hale asked, suspiciously.

“Yeah,” Casey said. “She comments on all of our posts. She’s asking me about the other girls, mostly.”

“What do you tell her?” Hale said, guardedly.

“Oh, all the juicy explicit details,” Casey said, sarcastically. Hale laughed, shrugging and shaking his head. “But she’s a smart woman, she doesn’t know what these are,” Casey brandished the ring, “But she’s smart enough to figure out the life of sin we’re living.”

“Mom’s never been religious,” Hale said.

“She’s not disappointed in you,” Casey said. “Rather, she’s kind of obliquely proud of you. She especially likes Reika.”

“Anyone she’s questionable on?”

“Not from my stories,” Casey laughed. “Though I might not be too surprised if she wanted Ivy to chill out a bit. I get the feeling she prefers the Reikas and Dakotas to the Ivys and Alicias.”

“And where do the Caseys fit on that spectrum?”

“I’m flexible,” Casey said. “If you want me to fit somewhere, I’ll make it work.”

Hale smirked. “I guess I should ask you how Mom is.”

“No,” Casey said. “You should call home and talk to her. She’s bugging me because she’s stir crazy.”

“Huh,” Hale took out his phone. “Battery’s drained.”

“Probably since Texas,” Casey laughed. She handed hers over. “Use mine. Your mom’s under...” Casey blushed deeper than she had since Barstow. “Uh, Future in-law.”

Hale tilted his head. “That’s probably right,” he said after a moment.

He picked up his phone and dialed.

Terry woke up to his buzzing phone. He pushed the fat prostitute out of the Motel bed and raced over to the nightstand. “Uh, Soren?”

“Your wife just talked to Hale,” Soren said.

“And?”

“They’re in Tennessee. Looking to dick around for the rest of the week before moving onto North Carolina,” Soren said. “I can send you the audio file of their call.”

“You’re a good man, Soren,” Terry said.

“No, I’m pretty sure I’m definitely not,” Soren said. “If you get the rings back...”

“I promise I’ll get a woman’s ring for you to study,” Terry said. “Might still be attached to one of Hale’s sluts though.”

“If I had a choice,” Soren said, clicking through the Instagram images he had found through Terry’s wife’s stalking of the girls. “I think I want the ginger girl.”

“I thought you were antsy about fucking around with a Colonel’s daughter?”

“Her electronics,” Soren corrected. “I’d change my tune if I could handle things directly.”

“Alright,” Terry said. “I’ll be in North Carolina.”

“You sound like shit,” Soren said. “I’ll book you a flight.”

“I’ll pay you back later,” Terry said.

“You won’t have to,” Soren said. “I have your credit card information.”

Lilah’s roommates were sitting around on the middle of the the weekday. Waitress, bartender, and singer, Lilah had more jobs than her three roommates combined. Betty was parked across the street and Hale and Alicia was with him.

“Hi, how’d it go?” Sharice asked, looking up from the couch. “New friends?”

“Hi,” Hale said.

“No, no, and not waiting a week for,” Alicia said.

“Huh?” Sharice, not waiting a week for, asked.

“I’m going on a little trip,” Lilah said. “I’ve got rent tucked away in my , but you’re going to have to cover Islie’s groceries.”

“What?” Islie asked.

“You don’t do your recording in Nashville?” Sharice asked Alicia as Hale followed Lilah into the bedroom.

“Recording?” Alicia asked.

“You’re not with the label?” Sharice asked.

“What label?” Islie demanded.

“There was going to be a recruiter at the club last night.”

“Oh, the casting couch guy?” Alicia asked.

Sharice got up and rushed into Lilah and Islie’s room after Lilah.

“Stupid girl,” Islie said. “All she had to do was fuck some dude to get what she wants in life? Let me guess, she was too good for it?”

“I’ve decided to rename you ‘Double-No’.”

“OK?” Islie said.

“This is some rig,” Sharice said, carrying Lilah’s suitcase down to the trailer. Lilah just had her stuffed panda bear in a world war 1 helmet. Hale carried a guitar case and a dufflebag. Alicia was eating a yogurt.

“It’s been good,” Casey said, taking the bag from Sharice and loading it into the already overstuffed storage space. Reika, with all her stuff from the convention, had been the only one with multiple bags. The guitar case made sense, but a whole dufflebag of clothes? “I hope this is all lingerie.”

“You sure, Li?” Sharice asked, eying all the crew.

“Totally sure,” she said, hugging Sharice. “Can you handle Islie and Ruth?”

“Can anyone?” Sharice asked.

“Good point,” Lilah said, she and Sharice hugged and waved goodbye. Sharice stopped in front of Hale.

“Break her heart and hell or high water I’m coming for you,” she said, poking him in the chest.

“Oh, I like her!” Ivy said. “Can we keep?”

“No, sweetheart,” Sharice said, with a giggle. “You’re in a weird fucking circus, Li.”

“Bye now,” Lilah said.

“Pictures,” Sharice said. “Pictures lets us know you’re having fun.”

“Damned straight,” Ivy said, making a movie screen with her thumbs and index fingers, she started looking at Lilah’s face and moved quickly down to the boobs. “Lots of pictures.”

“I thought you didn’t want those kind of pictures mes your career?” Sharice asked.

“Fuck it,” Lilah said, hooking her thumbs under the hem of her purple t-shirt, giving her best smile she raised the shirt and bra up, Ivy scrambled for her phone to get the candid, side of the busy street shots of Lilah’s perfect big tits.

Dakota’s, Nique’s, and Reika’s cameras soon clicked too, though Dakota was just too slow to catch nipple.

“Yeah,” Sharice said. “You definitely need this.”

She hugged Lilah again. They said goodbye again.

“What do you want me to tell Karen?”

“Oh,” Lilah said, smiling. “That’s my next stop.”

“Lilah?” Mr Simons got up from his desk to see his waitress knocking on the office door. “I didn’t think you came in on mornings after your shows.”

“Thinks took a turn,” she said.

“I gotta talk to you abut Karen’s write-up,” Mr Simons said, as if Lilah hadn’t answered. “Late again? Talkback and disrespect? This feud between you two is too much. She’s the shift manager for a reason. I trust her.”

“Good,” Lilah said. “You shouldn’t, but good. You’re stuck with her. I’m not.”

“I’m sorry?” he asked.

“Bye-bye!” she tossed her name tag onto his desk. “I got a better gig.”

“Really?!” he rushed over and hugged her. “I knew you’d be a star. I’m gonna call you up for tickets someday.”

“I’m sure you will,” she said, pushing out of the hug. “Sharice is available to cover my shift today.”

“I’ll call her,” he said. “What’s that song of yours?”

“Nashville Sun?”

“No, the sexy one. Hot guy in a... whatever. I heard that exploded last night.”

“Bye Mr Simons,” she said.

“What about your other shifts still on the schedule?”

“Karen’s shift manager, ask her,” Lilah said, all but skipping as she waved to the chef and headed out the back door. She ran straight into Hale’s arms.

“How’d it go?” He asked.

“I don’t know what I’m feeling,” she said. “But I like it!”

“You don’t know? It’s his erection,” Alicia grabbed a handful of Lilah’s ass and pushed her tightly to Hale’s crotch. She then gave Lilah a big spank. “Come on, you got a bag waiting for you at the bar, right?”

“It can hold off for a second, right?” Lilah asked, rubbing her crotch back and forth against Hale’s. He grinned like an idiot.

“This is the only day you’re entitled to the cuddle position,” Alicia said, grabbing Lilah’s hair. “Time to learn the duty that comes with the perk.”

The cab didn’t hold eight people well. Laying Lilah out across three pairs of laps, face down in Hale’s crotch, saved some room.

It was terrifying. Every time her tongue brought out a sexy shudder from Hale’s lungs, that echoed through the steering wheel and Betty rattled on the road.

Lilah couldn’t see what going on, only feel it. There were six other women having, seemingly, eight concurrent conversations and so she couldn’t even believe her ears. It was the strangest form of sensory deprivation she could imagine.

Lilah held Hale’s shaft, rolling her tongue in spirals as she moved her neck up and down the inch and half clearance she had from the steering wheel. She relaxed, submitting to the confusion and the chaos.

Betty lurched through traffic as Casey’s fingers stroked through Lilah’s hair.

“We’re here,” Ivy announced.

“Finish up,” Alicia said, drumming a beat across Lilah’s asscheeks.

Lilah put her focus into sucking dick. She and the dick were all that mattered. Her tongue moved with the alacrity of an Olympic-level jungle cat. She bobbed and slurped. She twisted her neck further, taking the cock deeper down her throat. Her throat muscles were as toned as the best of her. Hale’s cock breached into her gullet.

He was breathing hard, shuddering in anticipatory shocks. Lilah blinked away the stress tears as she prepared for the spray. Hale slumped forward, pushing himself crookedly deeper into her mouth. She shivered and kicked, earning another series of spanks from Alecia.

Hale erupted.

Lilah felt strangely cheated as his cum byed her tastebuds and sprayed down her throat. It wasn’t that she loved cum, but she did love showing her man she loved his seed, rolling on her tongue before swallowing it. She focused on struggling to breathe through her nose until the spit and sputter stopped.

“Oh my god,” she said, sitting up on her knees, Casey’s knees, and Alicia’s knees. She looked out the window and saw Carlton Prince, carrying her bag to the club.

He stared at her. Dropped the bag straight on the pavement and turned back to his cab.

“Asshole,” Alicia commented.

“I’m so glad he was,” Lilah said, kissing Hale. “Now let’s grab my stuff and get the hell outta dodge.”