After more then two and a half hours of thrilling the crowd with his high-energy showmanship, Rick Hunter walked off the stage amid the roar of the thunderous applause and the raucous screams of his fans. Rick’s hair dripped with sweat, his leather pants clung to his hot flesh and his muscles would soon begin to tighten up after the long aerobic workout. But now Rick was euphoric, he felt fabulous. Performing had always been Rich Hunter’s drug of choice. As soon as the band was back stage they began to strip to change into their outfits for the encore. The building shook as the throng rhythmically clapped and chanted for Rick and the band to return. The chant of course was unnecessary. Anyone, who was familiar with the play list, knew that the show was not scheduled to end for another 45 minutes. Rick was going on vacation and then into the studio. It would be a long time before he felt the rush of standing before thousands of writhing, screaming fans. He would make this night last a long time.
The band returned to the stage, wearing costumes reminiscent of Rick’s early days as a rock idol. The outfits looked ridiculous and dated, but Rick knew a large portion of the crowd remembered his days as the front man for Hunter’s Rage, and expected to see the outlandish garb that went with that era. The crowd went wild when the band broke into their signature rock anthem extolling the virtues of sex, drugs and rock n’ roll. The fans were a mass of sweating, swaying humanity at this point. The air in the arena was heavy with the smell of marijuana smoke, spilled beer, sweat and animal lust. Rick’s energy surged to new levels as the powerful spotlights panned the writhing crowd, exposing the undulating sea of humanity to the band. The band played on, the lights danced around the arena and the crowd grew ever wilder.
Bill, the crew manager was practically spitting nails as the encore went into full swing. Randy was supposed to be doing the show wrap check and rounding up the special guests. Bill thought Randy was mostly worthless and unneeded, but since Randy was the only one who knew who had the golden passes it was easier if he was around at show’s end. Randy meanwhile was sound asleep in the security office.
Bill, shouted to no one in particular, “Where the fuck is that cock-sucking, dip-shit of a road manager?”
People were so used to the stream of obscenities that spewed from Bill’s mouth that they hardly took notice when the big man ran around back-stage ranting. When Bill burst into the office and saw Randy snoring away on the ratty sofa, he looked like he was about to kill someone with his bare hands.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, ass-hole? The fucking encore is half over and you are fucking sleeping! God damn cock sucking guests should be back fucking stage by now!” Bill screamed.
Randy jumped and stared Bill down. “Plenty of fucking time. Untwist you damn pantyhose and come help me, jerk-off”
“Hey piss ant, you fucking push me tonight and I might just shove a damn tree trunk up that pussy ass of yours!”
Bill was in a foul mood and knew in an hour Randy no longer had a purpose. He was sure Rick wouldn’t really mind if Randy met with an incapacitating accident. The serious look in Bill’s eyes told Randy that he had better shut up. Randy pushed past Bill without a word and headed for the floor to get the 20 lucky fans that were wearing the special new necklaces. As Randy began to round up the lucky few who would be special guests at tonights wrap party and brought them back stage, the band moved toward the final number.
As was the custom at Rick’s shows, the front of the stage was littered with undergarments. Mostly feminine, however, there was also a smattering of male garments as well. Rick made no secret of his bisexuality and many of his male fans had as strong of a sexual reaction to him as the female ones did. As the band started into a long instrumental break, Rick strutted to the front of the stage. As he moved rhythmically to the music he bent and picked up a pair of lacy red panties. The crowd roared as Rick raised the sexy undies to his face and pantomimed inhaling deeply. Rick kissed the panties and tossed them into the front row. They landed almost unnoticed in Steve’s lap.