Things on the Bang Bus are Really Heating Up the Closer We Come to Meeting our Idols in Texas
The nearer we get to Austin's famed South by Southwest Festival, and the first stop on our whirlwind tour with world famous band, Scorched, the more excited - and nervous - I get. I can't help but feel like the fate of the band rests in my little hands. It's up to me to make sure that my male harem is in the perfect headspace to perform at their best and make a great impression on their new tour mates.
The stakes are high. To ensure their success, I'll have to find a way to relieve there stress, keep them all loose, relaxed and feeling great. I might just have a few very naughty ideas on how to do that...or them...best ;D
Even though things are really looking shiny for The Infidels, not everything in my world is as bright. I still haven't talked to Max since I admitted I was falling for Pace. He won't even return any of my calls or texts.
To make matters worse, the future has some shocking plans in store for our merry band of misfits. I'm just not sure how it will all play out when one of my lovers won't speak to me, another is grumpy about his limited access to me, and one just wants to know, 'Who's your daddy?'
The next several days on the bus passed by in a wild blur of sex, day drinking, greasy truck stop dining and giving into sleep at random intervals, whenever exhaustion reared its ugly head.
Pace was disappointed in my lapse with Foster, and Connor’s toy was understandably out of commission after Pace found out there was a hole in the tip that would allow Connor to cum inside me.
Even though I’d broken my bet with Pace to only allow him raw access to my Delta of Venus for the duration of the tour, he’d chosen not to punish me. Instead, Pace made me promise that I would adhere to the rules from now on and chose to trust me when I swore that I would.
I still hadn’t spoken with Max after our fight. All my calls had gone straight to voice mail, like he’d had his phone turned off. That bothered me a lot, but there wasn’t much I could do from here but wait.
After five days on the road, we were finally slated to catch up to Scorched and join up with their tour in Austin, during the famed South by Southwest Festival. For my part, I was super excited because I’d never been, but always wanted to go.
Looking around the bus at the various members of The Infidels, sprawled in booths, on couches, and in bunks, their excited energy seemed tinged with nerves. Legs were twitching, feet were tapping, and any hands not currently engaged in stroking guitar strings were fidgeting sans instrument.
I totally got it. How they performed on stage, the impression they made on Scorched, how the audience responded to their music, and how they interacted with any music industry professionals they came across in the next few weeks and months had the power to make or break their dreams.
And it would all begin tonight.
I had faith in my boys. I knew in my bones that my harem was bound for stardom. Everyone would love them, just as I did – well, maybe not just as I did, but that’s what made me the luckiest bitch alive on the planet. This was only the beginning of things to come.
I was so excited I was practically vibrating out of my skin, right along with them. All this excess nervous energy...what to do with it?
I looked up and caught Connor watching me with designs in his eyes.
“I need to fuck,” he declared, tossing aside the drumstick he’d been tapping on his leg and getting up. He made his way toward me with hungry purpose and my insides flipped over.