"So what did you think?" I smiled in a flirty manner. "It's a good start," he snarked. "I'd like to manage your future porn career, though."  he laughed. "Well, I guess that means you want to see how I would do in a bed scene," I riposted. "That would be helpful,"  he cracked. I shed my clothes and his eyes just about flew out of their sockets.He got naked, too, and I jumped into bed. He followed me into the sack and we started kissing. All the joking aside Misty, you're beautiful," he enthused. "Thanks sweety. You're really cute, too." We resumed our lip wrestling, his pale, thin body on top of me. He did have good skin, though, and I pulled him tight against me while his tongue spun around mine.

He lowered his head to suck on my nipples, the pleasurable distension making me to moan. I could feel his cock beginning to rise again as it rolled against my leg. I want you, Randy," I whispered. He silently positioned his body between my legs and I fondled his cock before pointing it at my opening. He jabbed it all into me at once, which made me gasp. "Take it slow at first baby and keep your body relaxed so you last a while," I advised. "Okay," he simply responded. His snarkiness had now disappeared and turned into performance anxiety. He took a deep breath and commenced pumping his big dick in and out of me. "Oh my God, that feels good, baby," I sighed, as his bulging sausage burrowed into my pink cave over and over. The overwhelming friction made my ardor smolder and my moaning was reaching fever pitch before I felt the heat go nuclear inside me and my body attempted to pant it away. "Oh fuck, oh God, I'm cumming!!" I screamed as he steadily fed his schlong to my pussy. The orgasm subsided. "Oh shit Randy, God, that felt so good," I testified while he continued his pleasurable assault on my sacred vault. I felt that tingling again and I wrapped my arms tightly around him. "Fuck me hard baby, God, oh God, I'm going to cum!" I notified him and he stepped up the flexion of his hips to slam his weapon into me time and again before my body convulsed and the heat flowed through me.

He pulled out of me and told me to get on all fours. I was surprised because this was his first sexual experience, but I nonetheless complied. He fumbled around for a minute attempting to find my hole before I felt the satisfying sensation of it entering me again. He clutched my hips and began really pounding his pole into me. He grabbed a hunk of my hair and pulled on it to whip my head up. "Tell me you love my dick, bitch," he growled. "Oh fuck, I love your dick," I mewled. "You're such a little bimbo slut," he claimed, but I loved it. I was feeling hot again and I was panting as he wouldn't let me drop my head. He slapped my ass really hard and then did it again. "You like that slut?" he barked. "Ohhh God yes," I whimpered, feeling the first ripples of another impending orgasm inside me. Three more hard slaps and a harder reaming of my pussy and I went over the falls. "Oh shit, oh God yes, I'm cumming,  cumming, yes yes ohhhhh" I declared. He then went off and drained his balls into my grateful piink riverbed.

He pulled out of me and told me to clean his prick with my mouth. I ran my lips and tongue over his penis as he commanded and then rolled over on to my back and pulled him down with me. "Did you mind what I did at the end?" he quizzed. "Not at all, baby. My last boyfriend used to do stuff like that and I think it's hot, " I revealed. "Very cool," he reacted. 'So what do your friends think of you for hanging out with me and my friends? he asked. "They don't like it, but I don't give a shit," I stated. "I hang out with whoever I want to."

The next day, in fact, a couple of guys who were on my school's basketball team came up to Randy and I before first period and started harrassing him while asking me why I was being seen with him. I kicked one guy in the balls and dropped him where he stood. I planted my right leg and then spun on it, seeking to kick the other guy in the face and break his jaw and nose with my left leg. Unfortunately, he flinched in such a way that instead of being caught by the sole of my foot, I got him with the heel. As I finished my follow through, my entire weight got displaced into his face and I made initial contact just under the right eye socket, crushing it, shattering his jaw and fracturing his skull. He was out before he hit the ground. I knew I had fucked him up bad when I saw the the amount of blood pouring out of him. I whipped out my cellphone and called 911 as a crowd gathered around us. The police took statements, later declared it self defense and let the matter drop. The two basketball players were out for the rest of the season.

That earned me my exile from the popular crowd and Ms. DeSantis never asked me to try out for the cheerleading squad ever again, like I gave a shit anyway. I rarely saw them socially outside of school due to working either with or on my band. In fact, some of our songwriting sessions would last as long as 12 hours (the ones on the weekends anyway).

And if that wasn't enough, my band's bass player got busted for heroin possession in early November. None of us had any idea he had a problem. For Mike, that was the last straw and he decided to quit music and go back to school. So the group, after all the work he and I had put into it, was no more. The next day, I told Randy and he came over that night and drilled my brains out. "Why don't you be my slave?" he implored. "Sorry Randy, but as hot as that would be, that's just not a commitment I want to make right now," I told him. "Well then, do you at least want to officially be my girlfriend since we keep having sex?" "No, I'm not really into that idea, either. I want to keep my options open," I stated. "So I'm just eye candy to you huh?" he joked. I laughed and snarked, "pretty much" and hugged him. "Besides, I don't really fit in that much with your friends anyway. They're still pretty suspicious of me. And I don't like the same music you do." "Yeah, it would help iif you dyed your hair black and wore black lipstick," he chuckled. "Yeeaah. That isn't happening," I asserted. "Besides, those girls would REALLY hate me if I locked you up." "Yeah, they're my friends, but none of them are that attractive to me. You represent to them everything they're not, which is conventionally attractive and the fact that you're a really talented musician and smart, too, makes them nuts. Shit, it makes me nuts! Only I get to fuck you, so I'm not as bitter about it," he chuckled. "And you do a very nice job of fucking me," I giggled. "I'd do an even better one of being your master, though,"  he snarked. "I'm sure you would, sweety," I giggled again. Then I sarcastically added, "it's so hard being smart and beautiful." "Oh, shut up!" he laughed.

We had sex again and then he went home. God, I love being fucked!

So with not a lot to do, I spent the remainder of the year learning songs, doing You Tube videos and just generally tolerating being back in high school. Since I now had a full keyboard rack, I displayed my prowess on them on those videos, especially on Stratovarius songs. After the first of the year, I got an email from the management for the major nu-metal band Powerchain asking me to audition for them. If I got the job, it meant that I would go from being a high school student to playing for an arena headliner. They knew how old I was because I put my correct age in my You Tube profile. So when they emailed me back, they told me they wanted me to fly out to New York. I replied that I couldn't do that and thanked them for their interest and wished them well even though their music wasn't really my thing. To tell you the truth, I just didn't want to go through the hassle of going to and being in New York City.. I definitely wasn't going to move there under any circumstances.

A week later, I got another email from them indicating that they would fly out to L.A. to see me and would contact me later about the audition date and time. I shot back that I was fine doing the audition with them, but I wasn't going to change my appearance and was going to dress iin a more typically heavy metal style. I also wanted a female guitar tech and at least a couple of females on the road crew. I figured that would kill off any interest they had in me. Again, nu-metal was just not my thing and if they really wanted me that bad they were going to have to run around the block a little bit for me. A couple of weeks later, though, I got another email saying that they still wanted to try me out. I wrote back that I was fine with it, but that me accepting any offer, would be contingent on them meeting my demands. They wrote back the following day giving me a date and time at SIR in Hollywood, which was only about a week hence. The band was still in the midst of recording their fourth album and so to reduce the downtime they would be flying out on a red eye from New York to L.A. and then fly right back.

I phoned Mike and asked him to help me. He congratulated me on the audition and said he would aid me in my quest. I also asked him if he wanted to be my guitar tech if I got the job. He thought that was an offer he couldn't refuse. I then went out and bought their three cds and spent the next couple of days learning the songs. The thing is that these guys could play, but their music was pretty dirgy, as most nu-metal is.

So on the final Saturday in January, Mike rented a truck and we loaded all of my gear into. We headed north to Hollywood and loaded all my stuff in. I was dressed in a black leather corset with red draw strings, a black leather mini skirt, black thigh stockings and four inch spike heeled boots. Over that, I wore a thin leather trench coat because it was a cold day by California standards  We all introduced ourselves and went right to it. The first tune was called, "The Bloody Divide." I didn't like the solo on the record, so I did my own. The second tune, "A Captive of Babylon," I did it note for note. The third track,  "Optional Slaughter," used some harsh sounding keyboard samples and distorted organ patches. But from a sheer technical point of view, it wasn't that challenging. Then they asked me to play something on  keyboards and guitar only, so I did Deep Purple's "Space Truckin'" for the keyboard part and "Burn" for the guitar equivalent.

They huddled in a corner of the space. "Shit Misty, you did awesome!" Mike reassured me. "Yeah, I thought I played pretty well, but will they think it's a fit?" I pondered. Their manager finally came up to me and handed me a bunch of  papers. "Sign these and you're in!" he smiled. "Okay, I'll have them overnighted back to you after I've had an attorney look at them." I retorted. "Why are you being such a diva about this? Most musicians would jump at this opportunity," he asserted. "I'm actually really low maintenance, but I have to make sure that this situation will be right for me," I propounded. "Okay, but we don't have forever, " he said. We exchanged phone numbers and, after some dickering back and forth over the next week, including over my compensation, the terms if I became a full  member and how many female road crew would be taken on, we came to an agreement and, nine days after the audition, I was officially in the band.

Jeremy, one of Kevin's now former friends, was in my first period class, so we greeted each other as usual every morning. "So  guess who's the new guitarist in Powerchain?" "Who and why should I care?" Jeremy shot back. ME!"" I chirped. "Waait, you're going to play for Powerchain?" "Yeah, baby! Can you believe it?" A couple other people overheard me. "Oh bullshit, Misty!" one of them barked. "I thought someone might say that, so here's a copy of my contract," I giggled, I said, holding it up. The guy asked to see it. "Woah!" he exclaimed. "Here, let me see that!    They're my favorite band!!" another student begged. "Holy shit Misty! How did you get to join Powerchain?" he queried. I went through the whole spiel. Some of the students asked for my autograph and wanted to have their picture taken with me. My teacher couldn't bring the class to order because of the excitement in the room.

For the rest of the day, people, most of whom I never met before, were coming up to me for pictures and autographs and more than a few of them asked for backstage passes. I ignored those requests. Of course, the school paper wanted to interview me, but they were lame so I said no.

The deal with the band was that they were going to bring me in as a sideman at first and if I fit in with them then they would have me come on board as a full member. Powerchain were just finishing their new record and they would release it in June and piggyback a tour on it. Because I was still school age, they were going to have to get a tutor for me so that I could continue my high school work over the course of the more than year long world trek.

It was weird, though,  going to school everyday knowing that I was going to play for a huge band once the spring term ended. There were people who tried to glom on to me and I had to tell them to get lost. For example, I was hanging out with Jeremy, Josh and Brandon during lunch one time when a couple guys came up and introduced themselves. They then proceeded to kiss my ass up and down the block. "Do you mind, dude, I'm talking to my friends," I finally snapped. "Wow, what a bitch!" the one grumbled. "Wow, what a starfucker!" I snapped back. And there was the time i was hanging out with Randy and a couple of his friends and a bunch of people walked up and begged me to get them front row tickets and backstage passes. "Why should I do that? I don't know any of you people," I rejoindered. "But they're my favorite band. Please?" one of them pleaded. "Sorry. Now do you mind?" I said. "God, what a cunt," one of them complained. "God, what a freeloader!" I accused.

Once the band made the formal announcement and my picture was up on every music website from sea to shining sea, it got even worse. People camped out outside my school to try to meet me since the name of it had been printed, a really stupid move by the band's publicist in informing the press of it. I actually had to hire a car and a driver so that I could get to and from school without being accosted. What the fuck is wrong with people? I wasn't even a full member of the band yet!