The new Powerchain album, "Dessication," came out June 3rd while I still had nearly two weeks of school left. Of course, I obtained a copy and learned everything off of it. So I heard it all about it, from "sucks donkey dick" to "fucking amazing!" The same day I took my last final, a limo picked me up at school while Mike and a contingent of the band's road crew loaded my gear on to a truck to have it flown to Richmond, Virginia, where the tour would begin. I got on to a private jet, along with four of my  guitars and the accoutrements thereof, and it landed at LaGuardia Airport. I was met there by an assistant for the band's management, who then drove me to my hotel. The following afternoon, the band had a rehearsal, where we ran through the pacing of the show. "Hey, did anyone tell you you sound like Ann Wilson?" the bassist, Jeff Serafina, asked. "Yeah, I've been told that before," I acknowledged. "I was the lead singer in my previous band." "We're going to have to find a way to use that." "Thanks, dude, but other than backgrounds, I don't see how  in the context of this band. My vocal style is just too clean." "Yeah, that's true. But it sounds epic." "Thanks, sweety."

The rehearsal went on for a few hours as the other guitarist, Tony Young, and I attempted to mesh with each other. The guys in the group were well known for stocking up on groupies backstage after their shows, which is why I had a meeting with two of the four female roadies. "During the concert I want you to go out into the crowd and find me hot guys to fuck," I told them. I outlined in great detail what kind of boys/men I wanted and what kind I didn't. "Bring about half a dozen back and then I'll pick the one or two I want to do me," I explained. "If you guys want any of the leftovers then go for it," I bubbled.

"Aren't you afraid of catching something?" one of the roadies worried. "No," I said resolutely. "Life is short, so I'm going to enjoy it," I averred. "But you're only 15!" she countered. "Yeah, and you never know what will happen tomorrow that will put and end  to your life.15 year olds die all the time in this country. So I might as well live it up," I advocated. "How do you feel about drugs, then?" "Using drugs isn't living. You're not living if you anaesthetize yourself on a daily basis. That includes alcohol, too." "Well, I  hope you don't get caught like Magic Johnson or Robbin Crosby did." "I have a pretty strong immune system, though. I never get sick. So I'm not worried about STDs." They shook their heads in amazement. "I'm actually more concerned about having a bad period and then playing crappy because of it than catching something." Naturally, if I didn't have Vishnu protecting me, I wouldn't be so cavalier.

The day before our first show, we flew into Richmond. Already at the hotel were three tour buses, one for the band and two for the crew. The trucks with our equipment in them were already at the venue and would load in the following morning. We had another band meeting and then dinner. We went back to our rooms, only to be met with a gaggle of groupies. Ugh. I ignored them and went back to my room and played guitar for a while. There was nothing on television, so I went downstairs to the bar and staked out a table while drinking coke and nibbling on nachos. "Are you alone?" A tall slim businessman type, probably in his mid to late 30's, said, approaching me. He was pretty cute. "Yeah." "You mind if I join you?" "Not at all," I smiled. "Can I get you a drink?" "A beer would be nice," I answered. He ordered us a couple of Budweisers." "So what brings you here tonight?" I interrogated. "I work for a parts manufacturer,  mostly for the defense industry," he revealed. "What about you?" "Oh, my band is  playing in town tomorrow." "Oh yeah? What kind of music?" "Nu-metal. Are you familiar with it?" "Not really. I usually listen to Norah Jones, REM, stuff like that." We talked for a little while and then he invited me up to his room for more drinks.

As soon as he closed the door behind us, Bill, that was his name, walked up to me, put his hands on my upper arms and looked right into my eyes. "Holy shit, you're beautiful," he expressed and then kissed me hotly. I kissed him just as hard back and wrapped my arms around his back. His righthand went  right up my tank top and unhooked my bra. He pulled both my top and bra off and then toppled me on to the bed, his mouth attacking my nipples and enabling me to feel the pleasure of long, slow suction on them that immediately moistened my pussy. His already stiff dick rubbed against my mound while he got his fill of devouring my milk ducts as well as the soft breasts they were affixed to. He unsnapped my shorts and shoved his hand down into my panties, roughly running his hand over my clit. His horniness was aflame and his breathing rapid and ragged. He inserted two of his fingers into me, pulled them out and put them in his mouth to taste me.

I shifted my weight hard to roll him over and get him off of me. I straddled his abdomen and unbuttoned his white longsleeve shirt and yanked it off of him, revealing a somewhat hairy chest and stomach. I slid myself down to my knees on the floor and rid him of his shoes before undoing the clasp on his dress pants and lowering his zipper. I reached inside the waistband of his boxers and, with three or four jerks, peeled them off of him. His mouthwatering eight inch cock popped out and waved back and forth in front of me. I sat up on my knees and gripped his weapon while I used my lefthand fingernails to tickle his nutsack as my righthand glided vertically. He sighed contentedly while I massaged his pole. I directed him to lay against the headboard so that I could get into bed with him. I positioned myself between his legs and the tip of my tongue coasted up and down the underside of his schlong, eliciting a series of moans from him. His cockhead had precum slowly leaking out of it and I lapped it up before circling my tongue all around the circumference of his missile before I held it straight up and impaled my mouth and then my throat on it. He gasped hoarsely every time the head of his penis invaded my esophagus. I gradually upped the ferocity of my head bobbing, which increased the speed between instances when he would feel my throat clutching his manhood. He erupted prolifically, spurting a thick, rich load of semen that coated my entire piehole. I scooted on top of him only inches from his face, displayed his cum on my tongue and gulped it.
 
I rotated my body off of him, laid on my back and splayed my legs. He arranged himself with his face saying hello to my vulva. He tucked into my pussy like a fat man who hadn't eaten all day., his hot breath and rough almost cat like tongue spurring ever growing levels of sensation inside me. "Oh oh oh oh fuck yesssss," I hissed, my face and chest becoming more flushed, my own breathing lurching and panting ungracefully until I felt the piercing electricity of an orgasm run through me. He kept at it and I dug my nails into the bedsheets as I came over and over, my hips bucking back at his mouth while my pussy's lubrication was unceasing in preparation for the final act.

The string of orgasms made my sacred hall feel open and empty. I was aching for his dick and puffed that I wanted him to fuck me. He wasn't hard again yet, though. "Let me suck it, honey," I ordered. He stood on the bed, walked over so that his prong was in front of me and I accepted it into my mouth. "Oooooh shit," he gasped and, within five minutes, his magnificent love gun was ready for action. He stepped off the bed and nudged my legs around so that my pussy was open too him. I scooted up toward the edge and he snaked his flesh hose into me, raising that stuffed feeling I so love. As he plowed my furrow, he looked into my eyes and then at my tits while they wavered with each collision of his pubic bone against my body. "Oh fuck, that feels good," I moaned. The more he cleaved my uprights, the more heat the friction created engendered me soon trying to suppress my screams of ecstasy when the head on crash of my climax shook me hard so that the people in the adjoining room wouldn't be calling to complain. My vaginal walls were stretched tight around his dick as it was jackhammered in and out of me. The orgasms just kept coming like a freight train. He must have taken around 45 minutes to finally unleash his wad inside me and we both laid in a heap for a while after he did.

He turned over and just fell asleep without saying as much as a goodnight. II got up, wiped my pussy and thighs down, got dressed and returned to my room. I showered and really slept well.

I got up at 8 a.m. the following morning and ate breakfast with members of the road crew. None of the other members were up yet. God only knows what they were up to the night before. I returned to my room and played guitar for a while with the tv on but the sound off. At noon, I went down for lunch and then walked around the grounds of the hotel just to get some exercise. There wasn't any way in hell I was going to use the     hotel pool. Believe me, nobody with any brains ever wants to use a hotel pool.

Finally, 3 o'clock came and the band members assembled in the lobby with other organization people and we headedm to the venue I had to act as if I had never done this before even though in previous transformations I had played some pretty big places. My only fear was not being sharp and letting the audience and the rest of the band down. Really, the only things I needed to beware of were the flash pots and bumping into the singer or other band members. There wasn't any choreography to speak of. I just had to keep my eyes open.

There were two opening acts, so we didn't go on until 9:30. I was dressed in a red drawstring bustier, red mini skirt, white thigh high stockings,
red platform heels, a red dog collar and mirror sunglasses. Underneath I wore white panties. We walked out on the darkened stage and waited to be announced. I made sure my guitar was on and then the lights and pyro came up. We machine gunned into our opening number, "Mental Blockade." Tony and I were pretty locked in and I liked what I was hearing out of my ear monitors from our rhythm section. For the next 90 minutes, we pounded, blazed and loped through our set list. We ran off the stage and went to see what was happening under the stage. There were about two dozen naked women and girls standing there along with the half dozen guys the girl roadies had chosen for me. They were still clothed. I told one of the road crew that I wanted those dudes naked before we came off the stage again. We walked back to the stage as the lights came back on to a huge roar. We did two more tracks, including one from the new record, and scampered back to the impending bacchanal that was occurring below decks. "Nice job girls!" I said to the responsible detachment. The singer and the guitarist were kissing and groping a couple of the girls while I fondled the seven inch dick of the guy I was going to let bang me. I instructed the girl roadies to send the losers off with consolation merch.

We ambled back on stage and slammed out two more tunes and strode downstairs. I saw a chick I liked. "Hey sweety, you into girls, too?" I asked her. "Yeah," she giggled. I kissed her hard and groped her pussy before bringing my fingers to my lips and lapping at them with my tongue. I kissed her again and kneaded her ass, too.

The crowd continued to clap and holler and we went upstairs one more time for another pair of songs. That was thus my first live experience with Powerchain.

We all showered and now it was party time. I walked into the backstage area naked, as did the other band members, and deep throated the chosen one's schvanz until he blasted his jizz into my mouth. I then went over to one of the other girls and snowballed it into her mouth. Our bassist had a girl half sitting on a table while he railed her hard. Yet another woman was bent over with her hands against  the back wall and was being plowed by our road manager. Our singer stood between two women as they kneeled on the floor and double teamed his fuck stick with their fingers and mouths. Tony had another girl spread eagled on the floor and, after pouring a bunch of lube into her asshole, speared her there while grunting his approval of how it felt.

I put my arms around the naked man from the audience and we made out. He groped my cunt as we swapped spit. When I felt his cock stiffen again, I sat on another table, wrapped my legs around his waist and took his beautiful prick inside of me for the next half hour and was bestowed with orgasms too numerous to count before he filled me with his sperm. Unfortunately, I then had to take him aside and remind him that I was just 15 and he may want to refrain from telling others he was sucked by, and screwed, me. I kissed and hugged him, helped him collect his clothes,  loaded him up with merch and had him ushered out of the building.