The Game Ch. 09

Chapter 9: Christina

Together, my Babygirl and I, we have explored the bounds of jealousy and anger, love and hate, but through it all, we have continued to believe in each other. I have accused her of cheating many times, but it is my own mind that will not let the issue rest. She loves me and tries to please me, tells me of her love everyday and keeps most all men at a safe distance. So, knowing that she has strayed only a little before finding her way back to me, I trust and confide in her. Eventually, she does the same for me, talking openly about what she wants, which is not what I had expected, at all. She only lusts for other men as all women do, but no one in particular. When pressed as to her sexual fantasies, she actually admits that there is a girl she lusts for and I agree that she is fantastic, not the tigress my baby is, but hot anyway. She is the singer and has a performance locally this weekend, so I came home on Friday night and told baby to get dressed up to go out, but wouldn't tell her where we were going. After an hour of preparation, Babygirl comes to me, seeking my approval. For sure she is stunning, decked out in her tight, little tank top, a short, leather skirt, and her highest heels. She walks up to me and asks what I think, I slide my hands up her skirt and remove her panties, then tell her she's in for a wild night. She is nervous about the whole "no panties" thing, but I assure her that I'm in control and she takes a Valium and agrees to let me lead.

An hour later, we are pulling into the back parking lot of a local club and reach over and kiss her softly, then slip my hand up her skirt and slide a finger into her. She is wet and horny, instantly grabbing my budding erection and stroking me through my jeans as I slip a second finger into her and begin to gently pump her beautiful slit. She moans and pushes against my hand, grinding her clit against my palm and taking my fingers hungrily into herself without regard for who might be walking by. I work at her sexy hole with three fingers until she bucks and tenses, then orgasms in a rush of hot, and sticky juices that cover my fingers in sweetness. After a quick check of hair and make-up, she's ready and I walk around the truck and open her door for her. She steps out, moist and looking like a million bucks takes my hand and follows me across the parking lot on unsteady legs. I put my arm around her and we kiss as we walk, holding hands and whispering to each other as we arrive at the back door. I know the staff at this little bar so we get in free after I introduce her to my friends.

We find a table, reserved for us at stage-side, and she sits down and crosses her sexy legs. She is impressed with our seats and asks who is performing, since we came in the back and saw no flyers, but I tell her to be patient and she'll find out.

A long, tall red-head walks up to me in a pleated skirt and a shirt that reveals more than enough of her ample cleavage. I see baby tense and uncross her legs to stand, but I take her hand and smile at her before I turn my attention to the girl.

"Two shots of Quervo gold, a chaser, and beer," I say to her, then make sure I look at my lover as she wags her ass and walks away.

Baby and I sit close and whisper to each other, she points out girls she thinks are sexy and I agree or disagree. We discuss their outfits, their legs, their hair, etc. The waitress comes back with our drinks and I tip her good, maybe too good, because baby whispers in my ear about how she just knows I'm thinking about spurting my load across those big breasts. I laugh, then tell her to just wait, it gets much better. She looks at me with a mischievous grin and does her shot, then chases it with half of her beer.

A local comic comes on stage and does a half-hour set. At the end of it he notices me checking the waitress' boobs as she bends over the table with our third round. He makes a joke of it and, though the waitress just giggles and walks away, Babygirl flips him the sexiest bird I've ever seen and slyly uncrosses her legs, exposing herself just enough for him to catch a glimpse of muff before crossing them again. This stops him dead for a moment, his face flushes red, and he turns, beginning a whole new monologue in another direction.

I am so proud of her for defending me that I lean over and kiss her cheek lovingly, then hold her hand tight as we watch the rest of the set. Though he pays us no more attention, he does continue to glance in her direction every so often. When he finishes, to a fair amount of applause, the house lights come on and the stage-hands begin to set up for the show.

Babygirl gets up from the table, straightens her skirt, and tells me she needs to use the facilities. I smile and watch her walk away, noticing how incredibly cute she is as several other men do the same. I turn back to my drink and finish it off, then wave the redhead over.

"What's up honey?" She asks as she leans over the table and gathers the empty glasses, purposefully showing off for me. "You need something else?"

"I'm booked," I reply with a grin. "But I would like another round for the both of us and, if you would, slip backstage and tell Christy I'm here." I slipped her a twenty and she walked away.

Babygirl comes back to the table and I notice she's not wearing a bra anymore. She explains that she wants me to stare at her chest and, with her nipples sticking straight out, it would be impossible not to. She is such a honey-pot, so sexy, so sweet, and slightly jealous. I can't help but be impressed by her need for my attention and her willingness to be naughty for me.

The waitress returns with another round, sets us up, winks at me to let me know she went backstage, then turns to take orders from the table next to ours. Babygirl catches the wink, but misinterprets it as a sign of interest and gets mad.

"I'll kick that bitch right in her hole if she doesn't stop that shit," she says under her breath, staring at the back of the girl's head.

"I'd prefer to see you lick that bitches' hole," I whisper to her, running my tongue along her earlobe and sliding a hand up her leg.

"You wish," she replies, grabbing my crotch and squeezing. "But she's not hot enough to impress me."

"How about Christina?" I ask, knowing that she has several magazines with Christina's pictures in them and that we already talked about how much she likes the girl. She said that "if" she wanted to cheat on me it wouldn't be with a guy, it would be with her. Which I rather liked, since the idea of her screwing around with another woman isn't anywhere near as awful as the thought of her taking another man's cock into her beautiful body.

"Yes," she says simply, "her I would do."

"Tonight?" I ask, smiling inwardly.

"After another few beers I'd do her on that stage, lover," she laughs.

The house lights dim, the sound checks are over, the musicians take their places, and an announcer moves to the front of the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have a very special guest for your entertainment. Hometown girl and local hottie, fresh off a nationwide tour that ends right here, tonight," he says, pausing for effect. "Christina and the Multiples!"

A heavy guitar chord drowns out the applause as the lights go out. The sexy silhouette of a woman, back-lit by a series of magenta spotlights, stands at the edge of the stage. The drums begin to glow a blood red behind her, the guitarist appears in a splash of blue to her right, the bassist in a deep purple to her left, and then a soft, white light bathes center-stage as she steps up to the microphone. She is wearing a pure white dress. It is extremely short and mostly opaque, matched by a pair of white stockings that come above her knees, and a set of spiked, high heels. Her hair is blonde, but with many black streaks, some is knotted or braided, while the rest is left natural. It flows and flies behind her as she moves to the music.

Babygirl reaches over and takes my hand, smiling at me in the semi-darkness, and pulls me close for a kiss. We watch this beautiful woman as she begins to sing softly to an unseen lover of how her heart is breaking. I glance over at my girl and take in the raw, sexual energy I see reflecting in her eyes as she stares intently up at this woman. We are in the front row, at a table, and slightly off to stage left. Christina is only a matter of feet away, and the crowd has shuffled in around us, filling in the empty spaces between tables and up to the stage. Our chairs being tall, we sit just above their heads and have a perfect, unobstructed view of the stage.

The lights pulse and the beat begins to quicken, the rhythm swings and pounds. Christina belts out an angry chorus to contrast the quiet, tender intro and, with a smoke effect creeping across the stage, the lights explode upon the stage. She is a ball of flame, singing first soft and sweet, then down and dirty, she writhes and sways as the music intensifies.

The crowd packs in for the show at the stage's end and around our table, body heat builds as young bodies, grinding to the beat, surround us. We sit close together and watch the show, holding each other tightly, while the passing people brush by. I feel them as they weave in and out or dance in place, sweaty bodies sliding past; an unseen hand or body part pressed against you for a moment, then gone. It is intoxicating. Baby pulls my arm around her and kisses my neck, whispering in my ear about how much she wants me. I turn and begin to kiss her soft pink lips as I slip my hand up her leg and gently draw circles around her moist entrance. The crowd is packed together and no one even glances our way as we make out. The table hides my hand from view as I slide a finger into my lover and gently stroke her soft spot. She smiles at an additional finger and allows me to continue until the end of the second song, then straightens her skirt, crosses her legs, and returns her attentions to Christina.

The first set is forty-five minutes long, ending with Christy tearing off her dress and doing the last song in her bra and panties. It is amazing, her energy fills the room and the crowd eats from her palm, singing along with her and chanting her name. After a fifteen-minute break, a cigarette, and a fresh drink, the second set begins.

Christina comes out in a pair of leather chaps, a hot pink g-string bikini, and a tan jacket with a ton of fringe. She turns her sexy ass to the crowd, bends fully at the waist, legs spread apart, and touches the floor. The audience goes nuts; they roar and rush the stage. Two dancers mimic her as she dances to the beat and begins to sing her new song about being naughty.

We are lost in the throng of bodies, holding each other tight as we watch the performance. It is an amazing show, and Christina, having lost the jacket, bounces around the stage almost naked. Baby seems enchanted as she watches, longingly staring at her while she plays the parts of angel and slut almost at the same time. It is magical and the second set is almost an hour long, ending with two encores and a personal "thanks" from Christina.

After a long night of music, the crowd lazily moves toward the exits, the house lights are on, the last call past tense, and the band has retired to their respective trailers. We get up to leave and Baby starts to head for the front door, following everyone else, but I stop her.

I take her hand and lead her to the back door. We spot Joey B., the band's manager, and I stop to talk to him. He directs a stagehand to lead us on and we walk out the backdoor and right through security. He takes us to a big, silver trailer and I knock on the door three times as he walks off. An Oriental woman answers the door and lets us in.

It is a roomy trailer with a sofa on one side and a kitchenette on the other. Baby holds my hand tight and looks at me questioningly. There are five or six people in the room, the dancers, hairdressers, and a couple of suits, but as soon as the door at the other end opens and Christina walks into the room they clear a path. When she sees me she smiles, then quickly orders them all out and they scatter. Within seconds we are the only three in the room.

She walks right up and hugs me, her sweaty body sticking to me as she presses against me, then I introduce her to my girl, who is obviously uncomfortable. She smiles and takes her hand, not letting go, but leading her toward the door she just came out of. Baby looks at me and I smile to reassure her as we follow Christina into the next room.

It is a bit smaller, with a heart-shaped bed in the center, closets on both sides, and a shower/bath cubby. She directs us to sit on the bed while she gathers clothes off the floor, which she does in a pair of t-backs, exposing her sexy ass to us. Baby grins and looks at me, then back at her.

I explain to her, in whispers, that I used to know Christy when she sang for fun and stripped for a living. She looks at me with raised eyebrows and I answer, "No," to the unasked question of whether I've slept with her, then explain that I dated her sister for a while, years ago. She seems happy with that and content to watch Christina as she parades around the room in her panties.

"You telling her secrets?" she asks, jokingly.

"No, Mina," I reply. "Just letting her in on how we know each other."

"Oh, you mean how my sister dumped on you while you were acting like my big brother and keeping me out of trouble?" she laughs. "No one's called me Mina in so long, I'd almost forgotten. It was my stage name when I stripped," she explains.

Moving around the room, Christina opens a closet and holds up two outfits. "Which do you think?" she asks us. One is a skimpy, blue-lace dress, the other a slinky, red-satin number with a slit all the way up the leg.

Baby looks at me, then back at her. "I'd go with the red," she replies, unconsciously licking her lips.

Christy holds up the red, nods her head, and hangs it on the wall. Then motions for Baby to come over to her, which she does, and they sift through her panty drawer to find a pair of pink panties to match.

Baby, still clutching the panties, sits next to me on the bed, while Christina casually slips her shirt over her head. She jokes with us, talking about the past. About how she'd crash at my place when things got rough at home, about her sister and how she's married to an imbecile now. Then she unhooks her bra and pops it off.

I see Babygirl's eyes light up, both in jealousy and lust, as the bra hits the floor. Christina's beautiful breasts jut out from her tight body, her narrow waist; making them appears that much bigger. She steps out of her panties, showing us a thin line of pubic hair. Shaved close and perfectly. Then turns and begins to dig in her panty drawer, providing us with a fabulous view of her long, straight legs, and a fat, pouty, little pussy. With a pretty pink gash down the middle and a set of lips that are plump and inviting, even her asshole is a sweet spot of dark flesh, winking at us as we both stare. She is peirced; a golden stud runs through her clitoral hood, pulling it back, while a hoop runs through her clit, and another adorns her left, outter-labial lip,

We are both silent with surprise, though I do know the girl, it has been years, and I just wanted to show my lover some fun by introducing them. I know that Christy likes girls, I watched her do her girlfriend one, drunken night, long ago. But I am happy that my lover is here for a show too, I was just expecting to get to see her dressing room and then, boom! back to the house for explosive sex. But this might even get better; I am silent and look to my lover often.

She is busy watching Christina parade around the room, picking up an outfit and acquiring the necessary trappings to go along. She is enchanted, I can see it in my lover's eyes, and she leans in, unconsciously, when Christina bends over and stares at her lovely parts. I am hard from watching her too and slip her hand onto my crotch to get her attention. Grasping my stiffening manhood, my lover smiles and looks up at me with a mysterious grin, and begins to softly run a finger up and down my growing length.

Christina turns her attention back to us, almost as though she had forgot we were there, and giggles as she tells us she has to shower. Standing on tiptoe, she grabs a towel from a pantry and wraps it loosely around her middle, then comes over and sits next to Baby on the bed. "I'm sorry, You're probably shocked, but I'm pretty free around friends, so," she pauses. "Why don't you come sit and talk with me while I shower? I never get to have "girl-talk" time anymore, all the women on our tour work for me," she states, holding Baby's free hand and gazing only at her. "He'll be fine for a few minutes, he can go through my panty drawer," she laughs, looking at me as I blush.

I let go of my lover's other hand and smile. "Go on, I'll be fine," I assure her as I lie back on the silky sheets and stare up at myself reflected on the ceiling. Hmmm, I think to myself, interesting.

Christina stands and leads Baby into the small shower cubby, directing her to a chair, Baby looks out the door at me, smiling in a tiny way, then looks up at Christina.

I watch her expressions as Christy removes her towel, once again, and hands it to her. I see her eyes as they dart over this fine woman's body, while Christy, loving the attention, moves around in the small room, bending and reaching. The show is unmistakable, such tight quarters making the view a very personal thing, and Baby licks at her lips and sways in her seat while this nubile beauty struts her stuff and shows off her soft spots. Leaning across my lover to get to a cabinet and bushing her breasts against her face, Christy dances her hot body only inches away from my lover, and receives a hungry look from her. She starts the shower, making a show of the bending over to test the water's temperature, and steps behind a glass door and begins to wash as she chats with my lover, talking of this and that and nothing. Baby does ask about the piercings, and tells me later about what Christy says, how they hurt, how they help, I think baby likes them.

Babygirl breaks away and looks at me, a smile follows. Her expression changes to a questioning one and I nod my head and blow her a kiss. She returns by turning to face me and spreading her legs. I have a clear shot of her lovely, hairy mound as she flashes me a bit of it and licks her lips. I unbutton my pants and slip out the purple and swollen head of my staff, waving to her with it, and she giggles and motions me to put it away.

After a few more minutes of water, Christy is done. She asks Baby to help towel her off and I smile as she moves to do so. My view is excellent, still on the edge of the bed, I see my love and my woman standing in a steam fogged room, rubbing a fresh, white towel all over the body of her favorite female rockstar. Hard to imagine yes, but I did know Chrissy for a conservative horn-dog in the past, being picky with whom she shared her bed, but making up for it in the pure number of women she met. I had never touched her when we hung out, but I had messed around with a few of the women she brought by, she passing out and leaving them pent-up, or having an extra from the club drop by to find her busy. It was a wild time and she did some stupid shit, but she was always honest with me, that's why we were friends, and with herself. So when things got too crazy for her at home, at work, and with her family, she left. I gave her a fifty and bought her a bus ticket to Austin, TX. She wrote me six months later to tell me she was starting a rock band, and the rest is history.

So, here we are. Christy slips on the panties we approved, and moves back into the main room, nipples pointing toward the sky. Baby takes a seat by me and kisses my neck. A few more moments and Christina has a push-up on and begins to unroll a pair of white stockings and apply them to her lovely legs. Baby clears her throat and stands, taking the dress from the hanger and allowing Christina to step into it and then zip her up. Then Christy pulls out a pair of thigh-high, leather boots and proceeds to fit them to her shapely legs. Baby tries to help zip them up. Placing a naughty hand on the inside of Christy's thigh as she balances and bends down to grasp at the zipper, forgetting her lack of panties, she squats and reveals her sexy bush to us both. Red faced, she stands and looks uncomfortable for a moment.