That Crap will Rot Your Brain

The song ended and Jack looked at his two newest hangers on. "So bitches, you want stay in law, or are you ready to become rock and roll sluts? I need a couple of cage dancers and you two will do, once we get you some cheap plastic surgery and fix your tits. You in or what?"

"Fuck yeah baby! I'm you bitch, I'll fucking strut my sassy ass for you however you want it!" Tara replied standing up and starting to tear off her designer suit.

"Damn straight bossman! I'm your fucking groupie, girlfriend or whatever the fuck you want me to be! Just let me live the life with you and be a rock slut groupie!" Melody added as she tore off her top.

Both bitches were soon standing stark naked in front of Jack. Rather than fuck them, Jack played another slamming song on his player and had his two new bitches dance. They both had talent and would be great huge up in cages on the stage. He then played some old favorites like "Hot for Teacher" and had them do some stripping, grinding and lap dancing. The last lap dance tuned into sex and Jack fucked Melody over the couch and Tara on the floor.

He had the women lick him clean and zipped up. "Kay, bitches. Go upstairs and get some trashy clothes and get dressed. You're moving in next door as part of the group. Get your ATM cards and bank stuff. After you get changed, go and clean out your accounts and bring me everything in cash. I'll give you what you need. Bring only slut wear, cause that is what you are from now on. When the band gets back we are going to have an epic party!"

The two eager sluts nodded with big grins and went upstairs to change. Jack was about to leave when he saw Tara's doctor husband pull up. "Huh, better take care of that first." He thought and set up a song on the player.

Dr. Smith opened the door and walked into the living room just as Jack hit play. The doctor didn't even have time to see Jack was sitting there as the song Jack called "Grown Ups Don't Give A Shit" played. This was the one that Jack and the boys had made to take care of any parents or others who wanted to mess with their fun. After playing it, Dr. Smith sat down with an expression showing a complete lack of concern.

Tara and Melody strutted down wearing slinky tube dresses and high heels. They had layered on thick makeup, and had nice black stockings on. Both carried garbage bags with some other clothes. Tara saw her husband sitting on the chair and waved. "Hey baby! I'm leaving you to go and be a groupie and dancer with Jack's band! I'm gonna fuck Jack and his band and party until I die! See ya, loser!"

Dr. Smith looked up with a weary expression and waved his hand in dismissal. "Whatever, its not like I can ever do anything to control you. Have a nice life, bitch." And then he headed over to the liquor cabinet and poured a drink. Then, he went and turned on the TV.

Tara and Melody each took one of Jack's arms as he led them next door. "That song makes anyone quit caring about shit. They will just drone through life, doing their job. And the cool kids get to party!"

"Shit yeah, Jack! Let's fucking rock some more! Slam out some tunes, I wanna dance and then fuck your brains out!" Tara said in a husky tone as Melody licked his other ear and started rubbing her tits.

"The band will be here soon, but we got time for a solo. Come on bitches!" Jack said with a smile as he grabbed them both by the ass and squeezed.

LATER THAT NIGHT

Jack and his boys had one hell of a party that night. His band members had played the song for their parents and now their parents didn't a shit what they did. They cleaned out the liquor cabinet and Jack had Jenny go buy a shit load of booze and beer. He then had her score some drugs and they ordered some pizzas. They were down in the basement jamming out, dancing, drinking, doing drugs and fucking. Jenny, Tara, and Melody were great groupies and didn't mind getting passed around or two wayed.

A couple of neighbors had shown up to complain about the music, but a quick play of the "Grown Up's Don't Give a Shit" song and they went on their uncaring ways, never again to try and control the teens and their parties. But what Jack didn't know was that one had also called the cops.

Jack was upstairs talking to Sam when a loud knock on the door was heard with an "Open up! It's the police!" Jack looked at Sam and said, "Get the band set up, I'll be right down."

Jack pulled on his leather jacket and went to the front door. Opening it, he found himself looking at two female cops. One was a black woman, standing about 6 foot even, with a nice muscled figure and the other was a blonde, with a fairly large rack and about the same height.

"We got a call about a noise complaint. I can hear your music down by the road. You need to knock it off." The black cop said as she leaned forward and sniffed.

Jack smiled. "Okay, we can tone it down. Trying to figure out if I have been drinking officer? You want to come in and take a look around? Hell, no problem if you do, come on in."

The two police officers looked a bit surprised by the open invite but the blonde shrugged and they followed Jack inside.

Jack led them down to the basement. Both officers reached the bottom of the stairs and stopped in amazement. The band was set up to play, Jenny was sitting by a recording machine ready to tape, Melody and Tara were dressed in string bikinis ready to dance. Empty and full liquor bottles, beer cans and drugs were strewn all over.

Jack pushed past them and picked up his guitar and held his rock. He had been working on holding it while playing and discovered it seemed to fit his hand very well and he could use it as a pick. And before the two startled cops could do more than open their mouths, Jack slammed a chord and said "This is a song about themed strippers!".

"Strippers Rock and are fantasies made true! Pay them enough and they can be anything for you! Nurses, Teachers, Cops, or your Boss! And when they are done stripping, strippers like to FUCK!" Jack slammed out.

He held the rock tight against the guitar and he was amazed at the fact that he seemed to even play better with it in his hands than ever before. He felt power flow from the rock through him and the guitar. The cops were frozen in place as he and his band played and their bitches danced.

Jack suddenly felt a huge buildup of energy and screamed his last verse: "Time is up, embrace your luck! You two ain't cops, you're strippers here to fuck!" and as he slammed the last chord, both of the cops stiffened and their heads snapped back with a huge gasp. In the silence that followed both lowered their heads and looked at the band with smiles and bright green glowing eyes.

Jack grinned as he stalked up to the black stripper. "I like Nubian Street Queens, dark meat is quite fine!" He grabbed the grinning woman and kissed her hard on the lips and she returned the energy, sticking her tongue in his mouth and wrapping her arms around his neck.

Breaking the kiss, he pulled her head back by grabbing her hair. "You gotta name?"

"Yeah baby! The name was Kimberly, but now you can call me Dynasty!" the black stripper said with a slutty smile as she started to rub her tits.

Jim had moved up on the blonde cop who was dropping to her knees and undoing his pants. She giggled out "And, like, I'm Cinnamon! Hot and spicy!" and without another word sucked down Jim's cock.

"Great! Glad you strippers made it! Party has been going but we got plenty of time." Jack stuffed a wad of cash down Dynasty's shirt front and pulled out her service pistol. "Here, I'm the bad ass rocker, I'll carry the gun. Damn, you really went all out with this costume."

Dynasty grinned as she started to shimmy and grind on his leg. "Shit yeah baby! I'm one of the best you'll ever get! Come on with me upstairs, let me give you a private lap dance!" Jack grinned and let himself be led up stairs to the living room where Dynasty gave him a nice long striptease and then they fucked on the couch.

Jack grinned as Jim led Cinnamon past him and up stairs. She was stripped down and changed, she still had her hat on, and her belt (now with a toy water pistol), but was now in black knee high boots, black stockings, black thong, and her police top which had been tied off around her tits. She had on heavy makeup and her glassy eyes showed she had been hitting the cocaine.

Jack pounded Dynasty on the floor and came hard in her pussy. She lay back smiling as Jack stood up. "Wait here a sec." he said and headed down stairs. He came back with his player and with Tara who was carrying a couple of dime bags of coke. They all sat down and did some coke and then Jack herded them up to the master bedroom.

"All right bitches, time for a three-way. Tara lay down, Dynasty eat her out, I'm taking you in the ass." Jack said as he dropped his pants again and shoved Dynasty down onto a giggling Tara. Jack grunted in a nice rhythm as Tara's eyes rolled around in her head and she babbled like an idiot. They all three came at the same time and Jack grinned as Tara and Dynasty both passed out. Tara's head hung limp off the side of the bed and Dynasty's face was still buried in Tara's sloppy snatch. Dynasty's ass oozed cum onto the sheets. Jack contemplated passing out with them but heard a knock on the door.

Jack pulled on his pants and a beat up t-shirt and staggered down the stairs. He ignored the grunts and gasps coming from his room and was able to get to the door. He opened it and found himself staring at another couple of cops. A male and female pair, both were older and definitely had a look of no nonsense about them.

The male cop said "We are looking for two officers who responded to a noise complaint earlier. Their cruiser is parked in front of your house but they have not responded to dispatch. Where are they?"

Jack didn't even try to lie. "They are inside. Both are upstairs looking around, making sure there isn't anything un-explainable going on. If you want to talk to them come on in."

Jack stood back and let the cops in. He walked into the living room and plugged in his MP player to some portable speakers (Jack had gathered up every set he could get his hands on and put them all over the house for situations just like this), and as the two cops started to head towards the stairs he cranked up the song they had been using on neighbors and parents. Jack had made a karaoke version so he could ad lib if needed and he proceeded to do so.

The cops both froze in place and Jack sang about them not caring, it wasn't worth trying to bust these types of parties, the parents didn't care, it was too much hassle, it was easier to just tell Jack who complained and let him handle it than to actually do anything other than just ignore it.

Jack finished and the glow in the cops eyes died away. Jack grinned as he walked up to them. "So you pigs done here yet? Don't you have better things to do than hassle me and my band?"

"Yeah, yeah, we're leaven, just another wasted trip. Don't know why the hell we bother coming out here when we get complaints." The man said with an air of complete not caring.

"Kay, just be sure you make sure that every cop in the station hears that track. I don't want you assholes busting up my parties in the future." Jack said as he showed them out.

The female cop was giving him the big eye, but she wasn't nearly hot enough for Jack to think about her becoming one of his groupies. But, Jack thought to himself, "Maybe a little of positive reinforcement will do some wonders".

Jack took her aside as they headed out the door. "Hey, you ain't nearly hot enough to be a groupie, but you have potential. Get some nice implants, ass work, and puff those lips up. Lose some weight, dye that hair blonde, and take some pole dancing classes. You just might have it in you. Check back with me in a couple of months if you are up for it."

The female cop smiled at him and licked her lips and nodded as she headed towards her car.

"Hey man, who was that?" Mark called out as he stumbled into the living room dragging an obviously drunk Jenny with him. Both were naked and reeked of alcohol.

"Couple of pigs, I took care of it. We won't be having anymore issues with them. Gonna be daylight soon. I'm headed to school this morning. Got some things to sort out and some recruiting to do." Jack said as he flipped the rock in the air and caught it.

"Yeah man? Like what kind of recruiting?" Mark said as he pushed Jenny to her knees and shoved his cock in her face. Jenny immediately sucked it down like a popsicle and Mark smiled and patted her head.

"With this rock I can make anyone think they are anything. I'm gonna custom build a bitch for myself and make her my rock queen. She'll be a singer, and a fucking heavy metal bitch toy at the same time. Also, I'm gonna turn the student body into our starting fan base and make the teachers not give a fuck about what's going on."

Mark grinned and his eyes got a glassy look as Jenny plied her skills as a slut. "Sounds fun, man. Let me know how it turns out."

NEXT DAY AT SCHOOL

Jack slipped into school a bit late through a back door. He was careful and made it all the way to the main office without being noticed. He ducked into the Vice Principal's office while the Principal was giving the morning school announcements. Jack quickly zombified the Vice and his secretary and made them completely uncaring as to what Jack would be doing. Jack then got the Superintendent and some other staff and then the Principal towards the end of the first period.

Jack did some special ad libs for the Principal and made him a secret metal head who, while over the hill, still wanted to be cool.

"Okay Jack, here are hall passes for every class today. You can wander the halls without any issues. You get any grief, have them bring you straight to me and I'll handle it." The principal said with a grin as he signed the last form. "When's the gig gonna be?"

"This weekend. I'll let you know where and when. Bring a bitch along and you can come for the after party." Jack said as he looked at the clock.

"Shit man, my wife is a duffer. She won't wanna come and she'll be a total bitch about me going." He replied.

"Here man, play this for her. She won't give a fuck what you do after that. Tell you what. I'll even hook you up with a new girlfriend you can bring along. You dig blondes or brunettes?" Jack replied.

"Fuck man, you are the coolest! Blondes man! A nice dumb bimbo blonde with a big rack and nice ass!" the principal replied with a lusty grin.

Jack smiled as he headed out. He had some special one on one gigs with some folks before he worked the school body. First stop was the rugby coach.

Coach Stevens was a big tough man from Boston. He was actually many coaches and unlike most he was not some dumb lugnut who only cared about whatever sport he taught. No one got a free ride from him for being a great athlete; he had actually had an all state running back for the football team expelled for asking him to "fix" his grades once.

Jack wanted him for his size, skills (he was also a blackbelt in Karate), and his ability to control crowds. In short, he would make a great bodyguard and roadie.

Jack caught him in his office and one quick song later, "S-Man" was a loyal band fan, bodyguard, and roadie ready to help the band in anything. Jack had him call in a couple of other large guys who Jack knew were tough and recruited them as well.

Just before lunch, Jack headed to the school's English department and specifically Room 312. This room was just a regular classroom but it was the person inside at that time that Jack cared about.

Gloria was the head cheerleader, blonde, great body, state qualifier for gymnastics, and class honor roll. She was headed to a big University after graduation on a full ride scholarship for gymnastics.

"Not anymore she ain't." Jack said as he opened the door. Gloria was working alone, as per her normal routine. Her English teacher had her as an assistant and unless it was finals or midterms she usually let her have the room to study.

Gloria looked up and blinked at Jack's heavy metal get up. "Uh, can I help you?"

Jack grinned as he replied "Nope, I'm actually here to help you. The principal asked me to do him a favor and let you know something." Gloria blinked and looked at him as he set up his small speakers. "He wanted to let you know you will make a fine heavy metal punk bitch!"

The intro cord blasted out of the speaker and Gloria froze in place. Jack tore into the song. "Gloria's a slut, Gloria's a bitch! Gloria's into heavy metal and all of that shit! She does drugs, she takes in the rear, she's the principal's heavy metal mistress and she likes to fuck him dear!"

Jack finished the song and Gloria eyes lost their green tint. Jack looked at her as she suddenly started and gasped. "Oh FUCK! Jack of Meteorite! You are like, my favorite band! Me and my boyfriend a really huge fucking fans!"

Jack smiled as Gloria blathered on and asked him for his autograph. Jack gave it and then told her about the upcoming gig and that she and her boyfriend were invited.

"But, if you wanna come, you need to look the part. This Brittany Spears shit won't do. You need some tramp stamps, bleach the hair, and get stupid. Get your boyfriend to get you some work done on your tits, blow him, he'll do it. And your ass. Speaking of which, why don't you head on over to the main office and have him fuck you on his desk. Nobody gives a fuck anyway. So go get nice and fucked, and then you go home with him and screw in his house." Jack said.

"Shit yeah! Sounds totally cool. I'll have my boyfriend screaming "Glory!" by the end of lunch!" and with that the newly minted Glory strutted out of the room heading towards the main office.

Jack smiled and sat back for a few minutes while he waited for the bell to ring for next period so he could get some alone time with the last person he needed to see.

AFTER LUNCH, 6th PERIOD

Jack walked with a purpose. He had ended up zapping a whole English class as he had forgotten that the room had a class in it. He had nailed 40 students and the teacher. Ms. Tims was a nice little piece of fine teacher ass, and she was now a rock whore who had been on her knees with a couple of her other female students giving out various blowjobs and handjobs to other "fans" after he had suggested she prove how big a fan she was. She had also done a couple of lines of coke and agreed to start selling to her class as well as selling sex.

Pleased that his fan club was off to nice start, Jack hummed the special song he had been working on all day in order to be ready for his last one on one.

Ms. Chris Rachen, the chemistry teacher.

Ms. Rachen was easily the most beautiful woman in the school. And when anyone said woman, they meant WOMAN. She was only 25 years old, but had poise and maturity that was much more pronounced than her years would even indicate. She had style and was very sophisticated. She had graduated as the Valedictorian of her class in Yale in a double major of chemistry and biology and had turned down Fortune 500 company job offers to do some work in their school as part of giving back to society and helping the youth. She was heavily involved in the PTA and coached girls track. She was a stunning redhead, with a body that looked like an Italian Master had sculpted it from fine marble. Perfect 36 DD tits, perfect ass, fine skin with a light tan, legs that never ended, and piercing green eyes. Even with all of that she was very easy to get along with and she was a very nice person. Always willing to help anyone with anything, especially any students with issues. She was the woman that every girl (and damn near every woman) wanted to be.

And Jack had determined early on that she was going to be his bitch.