“Microphone!” I shouted to one of the stagehands. They rushed me over a cordless microphone, and I ran back to Twila.
Carmen swung her arm dramatically as her solo neared its end. I took Twila by the hand and joined her back at center stage. “Rad as always, Carmen!” She stuck her tongue out and winked, remaining at the front as she and Motley played the bass line notes. “Alright, we got one more solo for you all tonight!” Motley played a little louder. “But we’re going to kick things up a notch and really give you a show to remember!”
I led Twila over to Motley’s side as he played. “First, we’re going to have old drummer boy here play a hearty solo, but with a twist!” He eyes me closely while glancing between Twila and me. “Twila, babygirl, why don’t you go take a seat on Motley’s lap for me?” The crowd went insane as she bit the tip of her finger and nodded. Carmen clapped her hands as we all watchedTwila remove her leather fringe jacket, revealing the tiny tube top she had on underneath. She then pranced over to Motley’s side with flushed cheeks. He hit the cymbal and then pulled back, smiling as she approached him. Motley then patted his lap, and she swung her leg over, straddling him. The audience was screaming, and I knew they were eating this up almost as much as I was. She turned to look back at Motley, and he smacked her ass with his drumsticks. Carmen and I laughed at the playful flirting.
“Alright you two, save it for backstage!” The two looked at me and made their own faces, going along with my plan. “Now, babygirl?” Twila turned her head as her blonde curls swung around her pretty face. “Take a seat.” Motley used his foot to hit the bass drum paddle as he started a whole new beat. Twila bit her lower lip and slowly lowered herself onto his lap. The stage lights swerved and focused on them as Motley instructed Twila to use one of his drumsticks to hit the cymbal. She did so and squealed at the sound. Motley smiled, just as entertained as the rest of us, and slapped her ass. Seeing them together like that was such an agonizing treat.
Fuck, I’m horny.
I raised the microphone to my mouth and tried to focus as my leather pants got tight. “Alright, now.” I turned back towards the crowd. “Who wants to hear Motley play?” The crowd screamed. “Hit it, drummer boy!” I shouted and pointed back at Motley. He slowly eased into the beat, teasing us all, as Twila bounced gently in his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and just like that, he began to really play.
Twila squealed and turned to face us as she bounced on his legs. He wasn’t playing gently either. No, Motley was playing harder than he had ever played. And I was fucking eating it up. Carmen clapped her hands along with the crowd as we all watched. It was something completely different than we hadever done before, but we were all enjoying it. Even Motley. He continued to play as the stage lights swerved and roamed across the stage, highlighting the two. Sparklers sputtered behind them, and my two lovers completely stole the show.
Look at them. My girl and my loverboy. Together. I must be in heaven.
I raised my guitar and began to play. Motley and Twila looked down at me, and they both smiled. Carmen also joined in, and the entire band continued to play this song we all felt in our hearts, the melody just coming to us out of thin air. The crowd clapped along and stomped their feet, and we filled the entire stadium with music. We were no longer playing as The Broken Muse. No. We were playing as a family. And every single person out in that audience could feel it.
“Oh my gosh!Motley! That was such wicked fun!” Twila danced around with Motley as he laughed. “God, I feel so alive!” The two joined Carmen, Ducky, and I off stage. We were all buzzing and dripping in sweat, riding the high of our performance, but those two, well, they were glowing.
Motley caught my gaze, and his smile grew. “I’m not sure who enjoyed it more…the crowd or me.” He winked in my direction.
Oh, trust me. No one enjoyed that more than me, big boy.
Ducky slapped Motley’s arm. “Boy, that was one hell of a solo! And you!” Ducky pointed at me. “Good call on adding that last bit at the end. The crowd went wild!” The band hollered andclapped at the successful performance. “I mean, what a show!” Ducky clapped his hands. “You all deserve every bit of success you got coming your way.”
Twila jumped from Motley’s grip and ran into my arms. I spun her around, and she squealed. “Did you have fun, babygirl?”
I stopped as she looked up at me with a beaming smile. “So much fun!” Her cheeks burned, and she half covered her face. She acted as if admitting that she enjoyed sitting in Motley’s lap was some taboo thing, but it wasn’t. “I can’t believe you let me do that!”
I gently pinched her chin and leaned close. “Anything for you, babygirl.” I gave her a sweet kiss before tucking in towards her ear and whispering. “But tell me, did you like sitting on Motley’s lap?” She gasped as she pulled back. I could tell she was hesitant, but I didn’t care. I needed to know. Twila nodded faintly, and my dick jumped. “Excellent.”
Carmen barreled into us as she pulled the entire band into a group hug. “You all hear that?” She pointed back at the still lively crowd. “We did that. All of us!” We huddled close to each other and all smiled. “I want to take a moment and tell you guys how fucking proud I am to be in this band. No, this family. We have such different backgrounds and pasts, and yet here we are, defying all the odds and living our best lives. I love you guys!” She leaned in and squeezed us all tight.
“As beautiful as this is, Miss Carmen.” Ducky pulled back and adjusted his suit. “I think it’s time you all headed back to the motel and got some much deserved rest. I need that energy you had tonight to continue for the last few performances we have here. So go on, scootch. Get on out of here.” He motioned us away as if we were children.
Carmen laughed and tucked her arm around him. “Come on, old timer. Let’s go visit my little man.” He nodded and pattedher arm. “Night, you guys! And Twila?” She turned to look at my girl. “Great job tonight.” She winked. “I look forward to you shredding out with us again.” Carmen waved goodbye as she and Ducky headed down the hall.
Motley, Twila, and I all stood around, still foggy from the night’s performance. Twila hugged me close, and I noticed a bit of Motley’s washed out purple hair dye splattered across her tube top. I then looked over at Motley and noticed he was hiding a boner. And just like that, another wicked little idea popped into mind.
I cleared my throat and addressed the two. “Hey, what do you say we keep this party high going just a little longer?” Motley tilted his head, and Twila pulled back and looked up at me.
She glanced over at Motley, then back to me. “What do you mean?” I leaned down and whispered my idea into her ear. She gasped, and I watched as her cheeks burned cherry red. She shot her dark eyes over to Motley, and she made a face. “Are…are you sure?”
I looked over at Motley, and Twila’s eyes followed. “You can always ask.”
“What?” he asked. “What is it?” Twila looked back at me and bit her lower lip. I nodded, and she slowly walked from me to Motley. He leaned down, and she whispered into his ear. His eyes widened. He turned to face Twila and then whipped his head back at me. “Are you serious?”
I crossed my arms and nodded with a sinister smile. “As the dead.”
Twila locked her fingers with his and directed his focus back to her. “What do you think, Motley? Should we have just a little bit more fun? Together?” He stared at her, completely perplexed. She then stood on the tips of her toes and grabbed his face before giving him a kiss. They held that kiss for a moment before she pulled back and licked her lips. Motley processed thewhole thing as he wiped his lips and looked down at her red lipstick smeared across his hand. “Well?” she asked again.
Motley looked at me, and I winked. He smiled and shook his head. “Fuck it. Let’s do it.”
Yup. I’m in fucking heaven.
TEN
KASH
