The skinny talk show host with the tacky blue suit placed the album cover in front of the camera and told the audience when they could buy the band's music. The old man made an involuntary gesture with his lips, and then introduced Self-Gratification.
The lights focused on the stage, and the band burst into a heavy combination of electric bass and resonating drums. The guitarist burned an eerie melody as the drummer and bassist pounded a beat that could tear through your very soul. Things flashed bright and the music stopped. A sole spotlight flickered on, and a thin gothic figure appeared. Like a matador that had just side-stepped the most vicious of bulls, he trudged towards the center. His nail polished hands took hold of his microphone and he sized up the crowd for a moment. He was wearing black skinny jeans that matched his black, skin-tight t-shirt. Furthermore, his sneakers were black as well, along with his black punk-like bracelets. The pale boy had sleek, red and black hair that swooped over a heavily shadowed eye. The figure is the band's leading man, and his name is Aiden Thaddist. The audience roared with the desire to hear the rock star's sexy screech, and he wailed off his signature, "Self!" The band heard the war cry and sped back to life. The singer's deliberate movements immediately spun into quick, effeminate gestures that seemed to be imbued with an incredible sense of life.
As always, the sun-starved eighteen year-old gave a performance that would be remembered forever. Thaddist was a presence that simply couldn't be ignored onstage. Off of it, however, was a different story. Drugs and sex usually snubbed out the god-like energy that possessed him during his musical endeavors. He took a bow and then stood next to the quirky host that was thanking everyone at home for watching. The show's director gave the off-air signal, and Aiden collided into another one of the band's many hit numbers. Throughout the set the rock star noticed a girl that was in the first row. She was blonde haired, had an innocent face, and was truly mesmerizing. The groupie was the only one in the crowd that wasn't going wild—she simply stood there, watching.
Somewhere between the songs "I've got my hand" and "Touch me too," Aiden decided that he would fuck that girl tonight. After the autographs, after the pics, and after the hugs with his legends of fans, he would have that blonde's amazing lips on his cock. The pretty-boy waved to show his people that he had enough of the crowd, and he was escorted to his bus. As he was about to climb the stairs of the expensive vehicle, a voice called out his name. Normally something like that wouldn't have stopped him, but he allowed himself to halt, for he knew the voice belonged to the girl. The gothic prince turned and made eye contact with her. She froze, not quite sure what to say to Aiden Thaddist, her all time fav vocalist.
The groupie boarded Self -Gratification's tour bus and began undressing; each of her round and firm breasts was capped with an erect nipple. Her eyes asked Thaddist if he wanted what she had to offer. He did. The now shirtless rock star removed the syringe's needle from his vein, undid the tie-off, and threw himself on the leather sofa where the young girl named Katie was sitting. She kissed his slender torso and slid off the couch, putting herself in the oral sex position. The girl's delicate hands unraveled the front man's gothic belt, and unzipped his tight jeans-- his exposed underwear were beginning to feel the pressure of a stern erection. Through this Katie and Aiden were by no means alone. The lead singer shared this particular bus with Mark Oak, the band's bassist. Mark was watching intently with a hand down his pants. I wish I were Aiden.
