In the summer of 2009, my band embarked on our first headline club tour, playing almost every Friday and Saturday for five weeks, including playing a major German festival. We had been together for two years and were starting to build a name for ourselves and an online following. I was recently single and not in a good headspace, looking forward to distraction as we headed to the first gig of the tour in the North East of England.

We arrived at a nice club above a row of shops, and the soundcheck went well. It was very rare I drank when gigging as I was often driving, on this occasion we had a hotel, and I took full advantage, enjoying a few Jack Daniels as I watched the support band and felt the nerves rise as the club rapidly filled.

I have always had nerves before going on stage, but I have learned how to deal with them better over the years. On this occasion, being able to drink helped. A short time later, we took to the stage, the crowd were buzzing and dancing enthusiastically at the front, which always helps with confidence.

I noticed a girl dancing directly in front of me, she was wearing a red tartan shirt dress and had shoulder-length brown, blonde and orange dreadlocks. She was extremely cute, and I noted she had not taken her eyes off me for three songs. A sudden plan formed in my mind, and in the break in a song, I removed the cowboy hat from my head, leaned into the crowd and placed it on hers, mouthing, “I want that back.” She grinned and continued dancing as the music kicked in again.

I often wear hats onstage, depending on my outfit and have a rather large collection, placing them on the head of an attractive girl I wanted to find me after the gig became a bit of a ‘move’ on that tour. I am not someone who normally has ‘moves’, so this was a revelation!

Forty minutes later, and the show was over, we left the stage to a chorus of cheers and applause, diving straight into the backstage area. I wiped myself down and applied a good spray of deodorant, always a must after the heat of stage lights. I chatted to the band for a few minutes, then we all headed out into the club.

Met by a flurry of voices saying well done, great set and hands held out to be shaken, I moved through the crowd. Standing at the back of the small group, I spotted the dreaded girl, still smiling beneath my Cowboy hat. We made eye contact as I made my way towards her, and her smile increased. “Suppose you want your hat back,” she said.

“Keep it for now, it looks sexy on you,” I replied before introducing myself.

She blushed and said, “Thank you, I know who you are, I have been following your band online for over a year, I am really pleased I got to see you, as I am actually moving to Australia tomorrow. Your set was awesome. I am Thea.”

“Thank you, wow, Australia, that is a big move. Thea is an interesting name,” I replied.

“I have just finished Uni and have family over there, so it should be good, but it does mean I have an early start in the morning, and Thea is short for Theadora,” she said.

“That is such a cool name. Can I buy you a drink, Theadora?” I asked.

She nodded and said, “Yes, please.” She followed me to the bar, I bought us both a Jack Daniel's and Coke, and we returned to the corner of the room and continued chatting. A little later, her eyes widened, and she yelled, “I love this song.”

So I took her by the hand and led her onto the dancefloor, where we danced to 2 or 3 songs. One had a slow pounding rhythm. I slid my hand around her waist, and we swayed together on the dancefloor, our bodies pressed together. As the song finished, she looked at me breathlessly and said, “I need a rest,” with a broad smile. She spoke in my ear, “I have seen lots of pics of you online with a cute girl with curly black and pink hair.”

“Oh, that is my ex; we broke up last month,” I replied. She smiled, we walked back to the corner, and I leaned in and said, “Another drink?” in her ear. She nodded with a large smile.

I turned and took a couple of steps towards the bar, then swung round, strode back to her, grabbed the back of her head and kissed her passionately before saying, “Don’t go anywhere.” She shook her head, and the smile on her face was wider than ever.

A few minutes later I returned from the bar with a glass in each hand, as I approached her she ignored the glasses and put her hands on my waist, stepped between my arms, she said “I have been waiting for you to kiss me all fucking night!” then turned her head slightly and kissed me, her tongue snaking around mine, I move into her, forcing her to take a step back and placed the drinks on the side behind her, wrapping my arms around her pulling her in and crushing her body to mine, the effect she is having on my body is obvious by this point but rather than be embarrassed she grinds her pelvis into me.

As the kiss finally breaks, she looks up at me and breathlessly says, “It is really annoying, I can’t stay.”

“We will just have to make the best of the time we have then,” I responded and pulled her back into me. For the next half an hour or so, we drank, chatted and kissed. Mostly kissed.

The band's keyboard player and sound engineer came over, saying they had found a late bar and were heading there. Thea looked at me and said, “Go if you want. My lift home will be here in about 45 minutes.”

“I would rather see you off and then have some peace in the hotel room upstairs while these guys are still out,” I said, informing the bandmates who left with some friendly, sarcastic comments.

“You have a hotel room upstairs!” she said. I nodded, and she continued, “What the hell are we doing here then?” she said.

“Fair point.” I agreed with a grin and grabbed her hand, leading her out of the club and up the stairs, along the long corridor and into the hotel room, locking it behind us. I looked at the room with two single beds and stuff strewn everywhere. “Sorry, my bandmate is messy, he drives me mad.” I said.

Instead of answering, she pinned me to the wall and kissed me deeply, her hands rubbing my hard dick through my trousers before moving to find the buttons on my shirt, which she started to undo. I forced myself to break the kiss and said, “Thea, how drunk are you?”

She stopped suddenly. And said, “Why?” and stepped back a little.

“You are sexy as hell, and I am trying really hard not to rip your clothes off, but you have to go in 40 minutes, and I just want to make sure this is what you want!”

She smiled again and started to slowly undo the buttons on her shirt dress as she spoke. “ I love that you are worried about that, so thank you, I know I am not sober, but I certainly know what I am doing, I never do things like this, never, I am always a good girl, but tonight has been amazing, I leave for the other side of the world tomorrow, so tonight, Fuck it, I want to be a bad girl.”

“That is a dangerous thing to tell me, Thea. I like to take charge in the bedroom, but we have only just met.”

“I don’t care, I promise I will tell you if you go too far,” she said with a smile.

As if to make her point, she finished undoing the buttons on her dress, slid it down her arms and allowed it to drop to the floor. She was not wearing a bra and had large, voluptuous, firm breasts. Below, she wore a black under-bust corset, black suspender belt, stockings and black lace panties.

I unzipped my boots and took them off, leaned on the wall and looked at her before saying with renewed confidence, “You are so fucking sexy, come here.”

She smiled, unzipped and kicked off her boots, Unclipped the corset, dropping it to the floor then stepped into me again, kissing me passionately as her fingers completed unbuttoning his shirt, I kissed and nipped at her neck as my right hand gripped and stroked her ass, my left hand rising to cup her breast before taking it into my mouth, she pushed my shirt down my arms and slowly knelt in front of him, starting to unzip my trousers looking up at me with that same gorgeous smile but now with a glint of desire in her eyes.

She forced my tight jeans over my hips and took the tip of my erect dick into her lips, using her hand to pull back the foreskin before taking it deeper into her mouth, I suppressed a moan and watched her as she moved me to the back of her throat, then settled into a slow, steady rhythm, her hand found mine at my side and placed it on the back of her head, she looked up and whispered “Show me how you treat bad girls,” She ran her tongue along the underside of my shaft and added “please.” I gripped her hair as she slid her lips back along my dick, used her hair to pull her back off and tilted her head to look up at me.

“Say please again, and this time call me sir,” I said in a low voice. Her eyes widened in excitement, and she whispered, “Please, sir, please.” I smiled and forced her mouth back onto my member, sliding it right to the back of her throat, and I used my hand to hold her there. I watched carefully as her closed eyes snapped open and widened. She gasped but did not try to move. I allowed her to slide back along and catch her breath.

“Still want me to treat you like a bad girl?” I asked.

“Fuck yes, sir, please, sir,” she answered immediately, panting with excitement.

“Good girl,” I said, watching her smile widen, and then I tightened my grip and slid her back and forth along my shaft again and again, using her hair to control her head for a few minutes before using it to make her stand.  

Pulling her into my arms and kissing her before walking the couple of steps and pushing her down onto the bed, she laughed as she landed on the bed, I kicked off my boots and stripped off my trousers and boxers, turned on the lamp, turned off the main light and strode over to her on the bed, as soon as I arrived at the bed she sat up on the edge put her arms around my waist and again took me deep into her throat.

I took hold of her hair and gently pulled her head back so she was looking up at me, “My turn.” I said and pushed her back onto the bed, placing one knee beside her as I did so I could kiss her, kissing down her throat, running my tongue down between her cleavage and planting kisses and light bites all over the soft flesh of her breasts and then taking each of her nipples in turn gently into his mouth, my other hand stroking her pubic mound through her panties drawing a deep moan from her, I was pleasantly surprised to feel she was not shaved beneath.

I kissed my way down her stomach before standing and rolling her onto her front, sliding her panties down her hips and drawing them down her nylon-clad legs, discarding them, then standing again to stroke her plump, round ass before slapping each cheek hard 3 times. She yelped more from surprise than pain.

I rolled her onto her back again, pushed her legs apart and dropped to my knees at the side of the bed, kissing and nipping my way up the inside of her thighs, before running my tongue slowly up the folds of her vagina lips, as my tongue probed deeper, tasting her bittersweet juices. She moaned loudly, and her breathing became heavier.

I ran my tongue over the inside of her pussy as deeply as I could and then moved higher, nestling my nose in the downy brown pubic hair left in a neat triangle above, gently sucking her clitoris into my mouth, slightly stretching the skin surrounding it, sucking it between my lips and then running my tongue gently over before flicking it side to side, this attention drew load moans from her which suddenly stopped, I opened my eyes and looked along her stomach, between her breasts and could see she was biting her hand to supress her cries. Her other hand found the back of my head and applied slight pressure, showing her urgency. I increased the speed of my assault on her most delicate area, and she bucked and twitched beneath me.

As her orgasm subsided I stood, took my dick in my hand and rubbed the head against the now soaking folds of her pussy, I slowly entered her and again she started to moan loudly as I pressed forward gently, using the weight of my body to push as deep into her as I could, I leant forward and kissed her passionately, Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me into her as we kissed, she bit my bottom lip as I broke the kiss and she looked at me with imploring eyes and said “Fuck me sir, please.”

I smiled, kissed her again before rising, placing my hands under her knees and raising her legs, pulling her forward slightly to the end of the bed and started to move inside her, building up speed and depth as I did. After only a few minutes, she came again, louder and longer this time. I slowed slightly, allowing her to recover, releasing her legs so she could lower them, but still steadily moving inside her, my hands finding her breasts and gently kneading them.

“Are you close sir?” she asked, I nodded, concentration showing on my face, she sat up and gently pushed me forward, sliding off the bed onto her knees in front of me and took my soaking cock into her mouth, she moved her mouth slowly back and forth, slid a hair band from her wrist and tied her dreadlocked hair back, with her hair now secure, she took my dick to the back of her throat several times, then used her hand on the shaft while her mouth worked on the end.

As my breathing became laboured and more urgent, she dropped back onto her knees, looked up at me with those big brown eyes, opened her mouth wide and used her hand to stroke back and forth at speed, with a loud groan. I came, a thick stream of liquid splashing in her mouth, on her cheek and over her heaving, beautiful breasts.

I sat beside her on the floor, catching my breath, and whispered, “Good girl.”

She grinned at me and said, “I told you I wanted to be a bad girl. I have never let anyone come on my face and tits before,” and with a laugh, she went to the bathroom. She returned a minute later and had cleaned herself up.

She placed her knees on either side of me and sat on my legs facing me, kissed me deeply and said, “Thank you so much for making my last night in the country fucking amazing. My lift will be here in 5 minutes. I had better get dressed.”

I stood and said, “I will see you out.”

“No, you stay in the warm, let me do the bad girl thing and just run off.” I laughed and nodded, climbed into the bed, sat up and pulled the duvet over my legs. She slid the panties up over her curvy ass, rolled up the corset and placed it in her bag, slid her boots on and finally put back on the short dress, crossing the room as she buttoned it up.

She kissed me deeply, “Let me know you get home safe.” I said,

“I will, and I will let you know how it goes in Australia, don’t worry, I already follow you on Facebook.” she said with a grin. She picked up her bag and crossed to the door, blew me a kiss and was gone.

(See story illustrations folder in media section for pics to accompany the story.)