Holidayby C. Rocker
The thrill of rock and roll comes from many things. The sound of applause, screams from the audience, hands reaching for you from below the stage. The sound of people singing along to your music, your songs. The euphoria of the high that only playing live can bring, more powerful than any drug could ever do. The girls wanting you, the guys wanting to be you, traveling, seeing the world.
Yet too, it can be so overwhelming, exhausting. Times when you want peace and quiet and privacy, there is no such thing. What is one to do?
Vacation. Holiday.
Everyone needs them once in a while. So, I decided to take my own. One summer without fame and fortune, one summer without promoters and managers, fans, recording and concerts. Just a long break. Of course that would create a rumour of a break up, a rumour that I was quitting the group. Nonsense., but it would help publicity when I did come back. I just wanted a few months anonymity. Just had to decide how to go about it. I couldn't live without my music totally, without my guitar at all, that was as vital to sustain my life as my own heart beating in my chest.
A road trip.
Solo.
Yes. I had it. I would cut my hair short and change my appearance enough that it would take a supreme expert to recognize me without my longish spikey locks and my glam rocker outfits. As it was in jeans, a tee shirt and my hair combed normal, I was fairly unrecognizable, except to the few die hard fans that camped out whereever my group happened to be staying. I packed myself a light duffel bag, filled my wallet with cash and my bank card, my finances could easily sustain me after two platinum album sales. I took my acoustic guitar in it's nylon gig bag. I would just get in my car and drive, see the States, an Englishman on holiday. No one would be the wiser.
I was thrilled with my brain gem. It was an infallible idea.
I headed out leaving Los Angeles on an early June Saturday morning. I would stop in Vegas, gamble a little, play a little, yet avoid the high roller casinos where the celebs hang out. I didn't want to have the off chance that some one would recognize me and see myself all over the tabloids or the Entertainment columns of the papers.
I left Vegas after three days of drinking and gambling, and kissed the naive waitress goodbye that I had picked up on the first night. I was high on life.
I drove on out across the desert, unsure what direction I wanted to go, Colorado sounded good. Mountains and scenery, seclusion of the greatest sort.
It took me a couple days to make it with stops in between for a girl or two, a drink or three. I sang along to the radio, feeling high on life and happy as anything with my "great escape". I was cruising along a mountain road headed out of Grand Junction when my big vacation began to fall short. My Mustang GT, a silver and black sleek sports machine, began to overheat on me. I decided to pull over to have something to eat and give it a chance to cool off. The engine was boiling hot and I wondered if it had to do with the change in altitude, yet it had done fine so far all the way through California, Nevada, Utah... After a filling meal at a roadside cafe in a small moutain town I headed off again. Soon it was aparrent that I was not going to get far. Steam was pouring out from under my hood and the car didn't want to go. It began to seize up on me. I pulled off and cursed. I popped the hood and all I could see was steam everywhere. I was stunned. How could this happen to me? Out in the middle of nowhere even on a narrow mountain highway not close to any cities of any major size. No one seemed inclined to stop either and help a stranded motorist. I would have to walk to the nearest possible phone and see if I could get in touch with a tow company through my insurance. I didn't want to leave my things, especially not my guitar. So gathering my duffel bag and my gig bag I locked up my car, pocketed the keys and headed off down the road, comforting myself with the thought that when I eventually did find a town I would get a room and have a long soak in a hot tub and a nice drink and a big juicy steak dinner.
I don't know how long I walked, but my guitar was getting heavier by the minute. I was getting winded in the high altitude. Cars passed me, whizzing by, some smart asses even honked their horns at me startling me out of lost thoughts. I prayed I would get somewhere before dark as I watched the sun getting higher in the sky.
Soon a car slowed as it passed me, a small gold coloured station wagon. I watched as it pulled off the road ahead of me a ways and suddenly felt elated. I jogged to it. A car full of young women. I grinned. What luck. I looked to the sky and said a silent "thank you."
"Need a ride?" A blonde girl was standing on the passenger side of the car her door open slightly.
"I would appreciate it greatly, I broke down a while back..." I said breathlessly.
"The silver sports car?" She asked.
I nodded unable to say much as winded as I was. I wondered how on earth they were going to fit me and my guitar in the car which already had two in front and three in back and a back end full of luggage and pillows and blankets. I took a deep breathe and sighed.
"Squeeze into the back, it'll be tight," She said, but I think it's better than walking the next thirty miles."
We shoved my guitar in on top of everything pushing the blankets and stuff aside some to make room. My duffel bag became a foot rest. I slid in on the passenger side and felt smooshed against the door. I couldn't complain though. The scent of female bodies all around me was sheer pleasure in itself. They introduced themselves: Mandy, Anna, Kate, JJ, and Casey. College girls on summer break.
The questions were at random. "You play guitar?" Yes. "Are you British, love that accent." Again Yes. I could feel JJ, the girl to my immediate right leaning a little into me more than actually necessary and Mandy's eyes watched me from the rear view mirror a lot as she drove. They exchanged looks between them a lot and I should have paid attention to it. Yet.. I was just grateful to be off my feet and out of the sun. I even allowed myself to doze off. When I woke up I was startled. Surely it had been long enough to drive thirty miles? I wondered what happened.
"There wasn't any gas station or hotels, we couldn't find it in our heart to drop you in the middle of nowhere." was the reply.
Oh, was all I could manage. I sat and stared out the window for a while, realizing it was getting late in the day, toward early evening and my stomach was beginning to feel hollow and empty, it growled reminding me of my promise of wine and a juicy steak.
"Is there somewhere we can stop to eat?" I asked. "My treat even, since you were so nice to pick me up."
"We aren't that far from our rented cabin," Mandy said. "We'll eat there, you can get a good night's rest and call someone about your car in the morning." I felt uncomfortable with things suddenly, but what choice did I have? Besides they were a group of college girls, harmless.
The girls had a cooler hidden amongst their luggage and it had a few grocery items such as meat and soda, but for the most part the cabin was already fully stocked for thI noticed it was a nice cabin with three rooms and a sofa that could make out into a bed as well. There was a nice entertainment system set up, a fireplace, a kitchen and a dining nook.
I helped them carry their things in and afterwards plopped onto the sofa feeling a need for relaxation. Things could be a lot worse I thought. I could be stuck huddling under a tree alongside the highway for the night afraid of night stalking animals rather than in a cozy, well financed and furnished luxury cabin with five gorgeous coeds.
Anna and Mandy fixed dinner and we all ate sitting anywhere, salad and grilled burgers, fixed to perfection. I ate until I was full and drank three beers they had offered me from the case in the stocked refrigerator. Soon I was yawning. I lounged on the sofa lazily. Soon JJ joined me and asked if I minded some company. I said I didn't. She surprised me in her boldness as she snuggled against me and leaned up to nibble on my ear. Feeling instantly aroused, but also startled I sort of pulled back.
"Did I offend?" She smiled.
"Oh no," I grinned back and decided to take her invitation. I kissed her on the mouth then, but felt so sleepy I couldn't seem to hold my head up or keep my eyes open. The next thing I knew I was asleep, dreaming of performing on stage, my electric guitar wailing loudly, fans screaming wildly. I tried to do a riff, but my fingers didn't want to work and felt like they were caught in mid air. I struggled briefly and in my struggle woke myself up. It was dark. I was naked I realized. I tried to sit up. Then I realized the reason for the struggle. I was tied down to a bed by my wrists. I felt a tingle of fear. Naked and tied up in a cabin in the middle of nowhere in the mountains. Suddenly I was certain they had robbed me and left me here.
Then a match lit and a candle followed. Mandy stood nearby and I suddenly felt embarassed at my nakedness despite the fact that I had been with hundreds of girls in my past.
"Comfy?" she asked with a smile.
"No!" I said pissed. "What the fuck is this?"
"Calm down Rocker, you will be fine, not like we are going to hurt you." She purred.
Realization. Rocker. She had used my stage name. They knew who I was. Suddenly I realized this was big trouble.
Soon there were a few more candles lit. "What are you going to do?" I asked trying not to sound too fearful or too angry.
"I believe it is what you guys in a rock band call "turns"." She smirked.
Turns. Fuck. Turns was where we took a groupie to the bus, to the dressing room and each had a turn fucking her or getting blown by her, not ever by force of course and always at her wish. Yet also it was a practice I didn't agree with and never participated in any more. I felt it was too risky, too dangerous of being accused of rape. Had happened to too many other stars.
I thought to myself. What could be so bad about it really? I would get to fuck five different college girls. Most guys would readily agree to a situation like mine.
I smiled. "Sounds like fun, can you please untie my hands, will be much easier for me to pleasure you with my hands free."
"That is up to whoever's turn it is and it is mine first," Mandy said. "I drew the first turn. and I want you tied up."
I simply nodded a short nod of acknowledgment. She began to undress and I watched. She was gorgeous with shoulder length dark hair and her breasts were well rounded with large soft looking nipples. Her waist narrowed then flared out to wide shapely hips and thighs. I felt myself getting aroused. She leaned over the bed and kissed me fully on the mouth and ran her hand over my body, stopping at my erect cock. She grasped it and squeezed it firmly feeling it get harder at her grip. I gasped in pleasure. She kissed and nibbled a trail all along my neck down my chest and stomach til she came to my cock. Then she nibbled a trail over it, topside and underside, sucking on me, nibbling and then taking it down her throat until I about came off the bed with the sheer ecstasy of her tongue, her mouth on me. She brought me near to explosion and then backed off brushing her breasts against my skin, rubbing them over my cock and upwards over my chest and to my mouth. Once there I began to devour them, sucking and licking and nibbling hard, the rougher my mouth the more she groaned in response. Soon she was kneeling over my face so I could eat her. I devoured her, sucking at her eagerly, sliding my tongue over her wanting to be inside her though, wanting the pressure in my groin to get release. It was bordering on painful. She slid down and skewered herself on my cock, sliding it in her deep and hard. I gasped aloud. She began to ride me hard, her hands on my chest, her body tilted forward and her hair lashed my face as she let go in her wild abandon. I came with a loud grunt as she began to cum, her moans reaching a feverishly loud pitch and ending in a high squeal of release. She collapsed on top of me. She then untied my hands and I wrapped her in a hug and we slept.
The next morning I was alone in the bed. I could smell the smells of bacon, eggs, toast, and it was rousing my stomach from it's slumber. I pulled a sheet around me as there was nothing else available and tried the door. It was locked. I knocked on it.
"Yes?" JJ's voice.
"Will you let me out?" I asked nicely in a flirty voice.
"No, but we will bring you breakfast soon." She said back in a similarly flirty voice.
I grimaced and sat on the bed. I would go crazy locked in this room all day unless.... they planned to occupy me with sex. I grinned. After a while JJ dressed in shorts and a white tank top brought me in a tray, a flask of coffee, a small cooler with soda and beer and a sandwich with some snack items. My day's worth of meals except for dinner, I realized.
"Whats this?" I said stunned.
"We are going sight seeing. Enjoy!" She kissed my cheek as she turned and left and locked the door.
I realized I was in the one room of the cabin without a window. I cursed. "At least leave me my guitar!" I begged. They didn't. "Can I call my insurance about my car?" I pleaded. No response, they had obviously left already.
I ate my breakfast grudgingly, angry at being held hostage. They had basically kidnapped me I realized. Of course the sex wasnst grudgingly, angry at being held hostage. They had basically kidnapped me I realized. Of course the sex wasn't punishment, so I would keep my mouth shut I reckoned. So long as they didn't get psychotic on me.
That evening they brought me steak, baked potato, and wine. I was mollified and ready to cooperate at my 'reward'. I wondered which one it would be tonight. It was JJ.
She came in wearing a slinky nightgown of the sheerest fabric.
I smiled at her and she walked around lighting the candles. She brought one over to the nighttable. "Can I ask you something?" I said.
She shook her head negative. "No talking." She kissed me and I forgot about asking how they knew who I was, when they had plotted this, while I was sleeping in the car likely.
I let my hands undress her, lifting the silky thing off her body. I stared at her in the candlelight. Her soft pale skin glowed in the dim light, her long ash blonde hair hung straight and wispy around her shoulders and over her back. Her eyes were pale and yet warm. Her breasts were small but perky, pointy pink nipples aroused at my touch. Her waist was slender as were her hips, and her thighs were slender, creamy and soft to touch. I caressed her womanly secrets, bringing her to a gasping climax and then proceeded to make love to her, entering her from above her in the usual missionary way, she wrapped her long legs around my waist and clung to me as I rocked inside her, letting go inside her, cumming hard, and groaning loudly. I slept soundly my belly full of good food and sated with the wonderful sex.
I was beginning to like my captivity. I was getting an idea for a song too. Sex Slave. I would call it.
They let me have my guitar the next day for being so "good." They even let me sit with them in the front room of the cabin and play for them. One stipulation. I had to be naked. Feeling flustered at first, I relaxed quickly enough. After the evening wound down, Anna grabbed me by the hand and I realized it was her turn.
Again the candles were lit. She slowly undressed for me. Her slender long fingers unbuttoned her blouse. Her blonde hair was buttery and hung nearly to her waist. I was so intrigued by the length of it. Her eyes were green and catlike. Her body was slim and athletic. Small round breasts perfect for sucking on, nibbling on. Her waist tapered to slender hips and long legs. I took her from behind. She was wild and carefree in bed, letting all her sexual energy out in loud whimpers and groans. We fucked like animals over and over, her demand insatiable. She was so far my favourite of the five. In the early hours of morning we collapsed exhausted. I slept through the next day.
Next was Kate. She was a darker one. Small frame, dark hair, dark eyes, darker complexion. Her breasts were not too large and not at all small, with dark brownish nipples that felt as good as they tasted. She rode me hard letting her small body melt to mine. Her nails dug in to my hips, my chest and my back at different times of the night. I knew I was marked but the naughty pleasures had been well worth it. I started to doze off but she decided she wasn't done with me. She brought me back awake by kissing me deeply, her tongue playing a symphony of pleasure in my mouth, over my mouth and down my body. As she got to my cock she licked and sucked expertly taking me over the edge nearly, then I felt exquisite pain to pleasure. She had a candle and began to drip it carefully, cooling the wax before she dripped it. The warmth was shock at first then the cooling and the soothing of her mouth over it. She took me over the edge finally and I fell into an exhausted sleep.
The next morning I realized what regret was about, pulling wax off, pulling hairs out. Grinding my teeth and trying not to scream. I got into a hot tub in the bath off the room and soaked in hot water until the wax softened and made it easier and a little less painful to pull off. The trails over my body of her fingernails startled me a little, and I was thankful the others were more mild in their tastes for pleasure.
The next night was another delicacy of dinner, steak and fresh trout and pasta salad. I was a glutton and thought I could get fat living this life style being fed and fucked by my five captors. I felt like a sheik with a harem. This was better than any fantasy.
Casey was the fifth girl. She was a little on the chunky side, with red hair and freckles all over her, but she was eager, and she was all woman. Her breasts were soft and fleshy and heaven to suck on. Her legs were thicker, but soft and felt wonderful to be in between. She had a fruity scent to her, a body wash or perfume I wasn't certain but she tasted wonderful and I ate her for a good hour making her moan and cry real tears with pleasure as she came with my tongue deep inside her. I took her a little rougher after that, my own arousal very ready to explode and I exploded with her in a simultaneous orgasm, she gasped my name over and over as she clung to me.
The next morning I woke up surprised at the sound of silence. The bedroom door was open. I tiptoed out. No one was insight. My guitar rested against the sofa, my duffel bag still sat on the floor beside it. My clothes of the first night were laid out neatly over the back of the sofa. The place was cleared out and it was like it had all been a dream. For a moment I wondered if I had dreamed the whole thing. I got dressed and made myself something to eat. I used the phone to call my insurance company and was surprised to find all my cash and stuff in my wallet untouched. They assured me someone would be sent to get my car if it was still there. I then gathered up my duffel bag and my guitar and headed out. It was a good four miles to the highway and once I was on the highway it wasn't long before a car pulled up. Three young women in the car smiled at me.
"Need a ride?" The flirty brunette at the wheel offered.
"Naw thanks." I waved them on accepting a ride to Junction from a trucker, a grizzly looking old guy who was safer than a car full of college girls.
"How did you get way the hell out here?" He asked me.
"You would never believe it if I told you." I grinned and lay back to sleep.
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