Boy Sorceress Pt. 04

About half an hour before I had to leave for the show, I loaded a tutorial by an Asian chick, who was quite hot, and just aped her stuff. I spread some pigment from the blue sharpie over the part of the silicone mask that made my eyes slanted. That was my mascara. I spread some red pigment over the part that raised my cheeks to serve as blush. Then I decided that I'd look even hotter with poutier lips, so I fashioned more silicone to put over them. I dyed those a bright red. My lipstick was taken care of. I put a very thin layer of superglue over all the coloring and fully polymerized it, just to make it all smudge-proof.

I put on my costume and looked myself over in the mirror. I looked good. Really good. After a few moments of admiration, I shrugged and said, "Fuck it." I grabbed my phone and took several pictures for later enjoyment.

I drove to the club in my Civic and parked close by. The bouncers were all smiles as they let me in without charging me.

Finally, something that works to my advantage.

The club was half-empty, but already had a smoky haze to it. Every coach of every team I had ever played on had made it amply clear that catching any of his players with a cigarette would mean taking them off the team, so I never caught the habit. In fact, I grew quite averse to it.

The air wasn't the only uncomfortable thing there. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. All the men leered at me. It didn't matter if they had a girl standing right next to them. Those girls stared at me in such a way that I was tempted to summon my forcefields. Even the few girls that didn't have a boy with them glared daggers my way.

"Geeze, people, relax a little," I muttered into my chin as I made my way to the bar. Two of the guys behind it nearly collided as they jumped to serve me. "Draught of Bud, please." Two big glasses were quickly placed before me. The guy standing next to me offered to pay for them both. I grabbed one at random and left a bill on the bar. I chugged it down in half a minute.

Stills' band came on stage soon after that and they began playing. The sound system was set to loud, instead of loud and clear, so I couldn't make out any of the lyrics, or even the tunes of the songs. It all came out as noise. Rhythmic noise, but just noise, all the same.

Some of the people in the crowd rushed towards the stage and attached themselves to the security railing, angling their faces upwards in adoration. Others formed a mosh pit in front of center stage. I didn't think that those cared who was playing, only that there was noise. The biggest group of people just ambled around, or hung out by the bar. The club was still filling up.

With a band on stage, fewer people were staring at me, but I still wanted to yell "WHAT?!" at them. I wanted to smack them upside the head and see if their eyes got unstuck. I wasn't that much hotter than the rest of the girls there.

I huffed and looked for some place to hide. A second look at the stage reminded me that I had come here to nab Stills. This was a mission, not fun. When he sang at someone who was glued to the security barrier in front of the stage, I realized I needed to be there, too. The someone he was singing to was a girl. Hell, most of the people parked at the foot of the stage were girls.

I tried to squeeze in. It was quite a weird experience for me. I had never had to squeeze anywhere before. Not in my whole life. Usually, people would get the hell out of my way wherever I wanted to go, but I was no longer a large linebacker. I was a petite Asian. With everyone facing the stage, I had to start tapping their shoulders to get their attention. Shouting couldn't be heard over the noise.

Finally, one guy shot me an annoyed look over his shoulder. He immediately did a take and gave me his full attention. I gestured in front of him and his eyes fell into my cleavage. I gestured again and he idly nodded, taking a half step to the side. I flashed him an unnoticed, sour grin and squeezed past him. He had deliberately stood too little to the side so he could feel my tits against himself. I could only hope he wouldn't be able to tell the cups were half filled with chicken breasts.

As soon as I was in front of him, I lost my line of sight to the stage. The crowd was five people deep and everyone's hands were up in the air. Before I could ask the next person to let me pass, the guy behind me pressed himself into me. I could feel his groin rubbing against the tops of my buttocks. At the same time, his hands went around me to grasp at my tits.

With a growl of rage, I reached up and put my fingers on his wrists. I tazed him and he collapsed behind me. I drew a deep breath and slowly let it out before tapping the person in front of me. She turned out to be a girl and when I gestured for her to let me pass, she sneered at me. She turned around and resumed waving her hands in the air.

I put my hand on her back and tazed away. She collapsed and I took her place. The next two people between me and the stage were guys. The first one had me squeeze past him but, before he could try and grope me, the guy in front of him let me through, too. He pressed himself against my back and I could feel his dick poking me in the hip. I reached behind myself at hip height and tazed away. He screamed loud enough to be heard over the noise and crumpled to the ground. The girl that was between me and the stage turned to look and I managed to squeeze myself through.

I was now right in front of Stills, just two yards away and one yard below him. He looked my way and nearly lost his place in the song. I jumped up and down, waving my arms and screaming with delight. He noticed me and remembered to keep singing, but his gaze was going over my head. He seemed to be a little concerned. I snuck a glance behind me.

Somebody was being carried away. Oh, right. The people I tazed. Fuck 'em.

I jumped and waved and smiled and did my level best to draw attention to me. Two pauses in the noise later, which I took to mean two songs later, I noticed that the bass player was ogling me. I briefly considered flirting with him to get myself invited into Stills' presence after the show, but decided against it. He might try to keep me to himself. Even if he didn't, jumping from one guy's arms into the arms of his friend was never a good idea. I wanted a clean, smooth kidnapping, not band drama.

During the next pause in the noise, the guys went back to the drum kit and had some water. The bass player leaned in and said something to Stills. Stills shot me a quick look. I smiled, but I wasn't sure if he had even seen it.

They went back to their microphones and resumed playing. Two pauses later, they began making softer noise and Stills suddenly looked down at me. I smiled a coy smile up at him, knowing he was getting an eyeful of my cleavage. I was so getting invited backstage with him. He sang some song while looking at me. I tried to figure out the lyrics, worried that they might come up later, but couldn't. I could read "baby", "love" and "change" on his lips, but that was it.

Fucking sound system. I could have set it up better myself.

They played two more songs and then Stills spoke into the mic. The crowd went wild and Stills' band cleared the stage. Some other band came on and more people came closer to the stage. A guy standing near me started to squeeze out of the press of people and I used him as a running block to get me out of there.

Once free from the press of humanity, I skirted around the mosh pit and stood off to the side of the stage. I had caught Stills' eye, now how was I going to get an invitation backstage? I looked around, but saw no answer to my question.

A couple of half-drunk guys came up to me, one by one, and tried to dance with me. I just flipped them off and they left. One needed me to grab his wrist and taze it, but he got the message.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around, ready to taze this annoying shit into nightmare land. I stopped myself when I saw it was a security guard. His jacket had an Alpha Security Solutions shoulder patch.

Alpha working security here could be a blessing and a curse both. A blessing, cause the information of who Stills left with would be immediately available to them. A curse, cause I seriously didn't need competent security officers around for things to go wrong.

This guy held up a piece of paper. Written on it in dark, thick letters were the words, "The singer of the previous band would like you to join him backstage".

I smiled and nodded. The security man held out his hand and escorted me. As soon as we were through the backstage door, the noise was muted down to such a level that I could actually hear and appreciate the music. We went through a long, carpeted hallway. Illegible graffiti covered the walls. He led me past several doors until we came up to the one nearest to the emergency exit. He opened the door and stuck his head in.

"Yo, Steve! Got a fan of yours here!"

Stills stuck his head out the door and smiled when he saw me. He put his hand on the security guard's shoulder. "Thanks, brother!" They bumped fists and the guard left us. Stills stood to the side. "Wanna come in, meet the band?"

The game was in the bag. There was no need for me to play offense anymore. I looked down and crossed my arms behind my back. It was an innocent move, but it made my enhanced cleavage pop. I caught my thick, red lower lip between my teeth and looked up into his eyes. Oh, yes, he was definitely into me. I released my lip and nodded.

His smile grew. He held out one hand and put the other on my shoulder. "Come in, come in, come in!" I entered and he closed the door behind me. The room had two couches that were facing one another. The walls were covered with faded posters of bands that had played the venue in the past. There was a water cooler in one corner and a heap of guitars leaning against a rack in the other.

Stills pointed out the guys on the couches as he said, "That's Scott, Neil, Pines and Chau. We're Juvenile Obsession."

"Cool," I said. The other bandmates were staring at me quite intently, but only one of them so much as nodded at me. "I, uh, I love your band. You've got really cool songs."

Stills held out a hand and one of his bandmates leaned over the side of his couch. When he straightened up, he tossed a can at Stills. Stills deftly caught it, pulled back the tab and foam started to come out. He quickly slurped it up. The other five guys kept staring at me. I felt like I was naked before their hungry eyes. Stills sighed after his long pull from the can. "Want one?"

"Uh, yeah. Thanks."

He put his arm around my shoulder and led me to the sofa. He sat on the end and I tried to sit on the armrest of the couch, but he pulled me into his lap. The guy that had tossed Stills his can now reached into a small cooler next to his couch and retrieved another can. He held it out at me.

I tried to get up to reach it, but Stills had a firm grip on my hip and I couldn't. I gave a small sigh and bent forward at the waist to reach the can. Both the guys seated on that couch let their eyes fall to my cleavage. I took hold of the can and had to tug on it a few times to get the guy to let go of it. "Thanks." I sat up straight and felt a growing hardness in Stills' lap.

Any and all misgivings I had had about kidnapping Stills vanished in two throbs of the chub that was now parked right under the cleft of my ass. There were just a few layers of fabric between us. I turned the can away from me and pulled the tab, spraying him with foam. "Ooops. Sorry."

He laughed as he wiped at his shirt. His bandmates chuckled along with him. "That's okay, hot stuff. Why don't you tell us all which of our songs you liked the best tonight."

"Um..." I raised the can to my mouth and took a long sip. Even if I knew their music, I would have no idea which songs they had played tonight. His hand started to roam my side. If he reached the bra cups, he might just figure out they're stuffed. "Honestly, I was too busy eating you up with my eyes to pay attention to the music."

The rest of the guys ooohed and gave catcalls at my words. "You sound like you need a room," one of them said. The rest laughed as they agreed.

Stills' hand slid higher and around to the front. I caught it with my own, right before it reached my bra. "You know," I said, "they're not wrong. We would be more comfortable if we were somewhere...more private."

Stills looked conflicted. "Uh, I dunno. The guys from Reborn Moron are on later tonight." He looked at his bandmates. "We've all looked up to them since we were kids and this is the first time they ever came to this corner of the world." He gave me an apologetic smile. "I'd hate to miss meeting them."

Oh, now, this was an awesome opportunity. If I could get Stills to miss meeting this band he liked, then there would be suspicion amongst his bandmates. I had to get him away from there at once.

I handed my beer to the guy sitting next to us. I leaned against Stills and arched my back, giving him an eyeful of my cleavage. "I'd hate for us to not get to know each other properly this night, either. Tell you what, why don't we go out to your car and...shake hands and then you can come back here to meet," I nearly squinted as I tried to remember the band's name, "Reborn Moron."

Stills stared at my cleavage with an open mouth. I didn't have to look at any of the other guys to know they were hanging on to every word and gesture we were making.

Stills swallowed and said, "Just a, a quick handshake?"

I winked at him. "A real quick quickie." I shifted my weight against his erection and hoped my smile didn't look as fake as it was. I wanted to change into myself and pummel him into the concrete floor, right then and there. Kick his cock until it fell off for daring to rub it against me. I mean, the only thing that was keeping his junk off mine were his jeans. My skirt and undies felt like wispy traitors. It took all my willpower and repeatedly reminding myself why I was there to keep from doing that.

He pushed me up and jumped out of his seat. He took my hand and pulled me towards the door. "Be right back," he called over his shoulder and led me out to the hallway. Behind us, I could hear his bandmates holler and hoot at the fact that one of them had finally gotten a real groupie.

Before I could react, he shoved the emergency exit open with his shoulder. I tensed, but no alarm went off. He pulled me through the door and I saw several guys standing around, smoking. Apparently, the emergency exit was the door to the break room. All the men looked up at me appreciatively as we passed them. Then they shook their heads, muttering under their breaths about Stills' luck.

Stills led us through the parking lot at a jog. "Come on! This is me, right here."

He stopped next to a black FIAT. I was taken aback by the sight of the cheap, Italian car, so I didn't notice his intentions until it was too late. He bent down to kiss me. I turned my face away in disgust and his lips pressed against the silicone on my cheek. That didn't faze him in the least. He wound up kissing his way down my jaw towards my neck.

Ewww.

I planted both palms against his chest and pushed us apart. He smiled. "Don't play coy now, girl. We've got an audience." He nodded behind me and I glanced back. The smokers were all staring at me.

Shit.

Stills hugged me close to him and my chest was flattened against his. He looked like he was going to kiss me again. I pressed my lips tightly together and was reminded that they were silicone. He couldn't kiss me. I pressed my face to his chest. His shirt was damp with his sweat. I cringed inwardly. I felt sick to my stomach, but searched for his nipple through the cloth. I rubbed my silicone lips against it when I found it.

Bleh.

He laughed. "You're really horny, aren't you?"

I pulled my head back and summoned all of my strength just to be able to sketch a grin. "Let's get inside the car, baby," I suggested in a breathy voice.

Stills put both hands on the sides of my face and straightened up. His smug grin disgusted me. "Yeah, baby," he drawled. He looked like he was going to kiss me again, so I reached around him and groped his ass. He jumped in place and laughed. "Now, we're talkin'!" He turned around to unlock his car. I held the groping hand as far away from myself as I could and wondered if I was going to have to amputate it. Maybe just boil the flesh off.

I wiped at my damp neck with the back of my sleeve. I shot a look at the men behind me. They were all looking our way. They've already seen Stills lead me to his car. They could go inside now and report that to Alpha when the time came, but nooooo. They were going to stand around and watch Stills molest me. Fucking assholes.

Luckily, Stills held the back door open for me and said, "Après vous." I drew a quick, deep breath. Stills gave my ass a playful spank while I climbed into his car. I scooted over on the back seat to make room for him. "Alone at last," he said and closed the door behind him.

I put my hands on either side of his neck and tazed him. He shuddered violently and passed out. I released my deep breath and moaned with relief. I wiped at the sides of my face with the backs of my sleeves. "Fuck," I declared in disgust.

I shot another scornful look at the smokers next to the emergency exit. They hadn't reacted to Stills getting tazed. The parking lot was illuminated by the club's external lights, but they couldn't see inside the car. I patted Stills, searching for his keys. They were in the front pocket of his jeans. I sat there, looking at his slowly dwindling erection and the keys that were right next to it.

I clambered into the front seat, adjusted it, and used my power to start the engine. By the sound of things, it needed at least one new sparkplug and a new air filter. I put those thoughts aside and took off. I drove to the parking lot of a motel on the south side of the city. The place had been closed years ago. There was no traffic there at night. I had rented the van earlier that day and parked it there. I pulled up next to it and looked around to make sure there was no one around.

I used zip ties to secure Stills' ankles together and tie his wrists together behind his back. With a cart and a little of my power, I moved him into a motel room. He was still unconscious. I gave him a dose of the tranquilizer to keep him that way. I pulled his phone out of his back pocket and locked the doors. I drove to his house and let myself in with my magic.

His apartment was surprisingly neat. It was tiny and yet contained everything a modern person would need, without being cluttered. I looked around and chose his couch. It looked clean. I sat on it and tried out a few poses until I felt like I got the right one. I was lying back with one leg bent at the knee, making my skirt ride up almost to the point of revealing my panties.

I turned on the camera on Stills' phone and used my power to make it float with its camera pointed at me on the couch. I used my power to also make his voice be heard next to the phone's mic, saying, "Tell me what you want, baby!"

I put on a slutty smile and said, "I wanna get fucked, babe!"

"How do you want to get fucked?" the illusory voice of Stephen Stills asked.

I ran one hand across my breasts and the other down my stocking-clad thigh. In a breathy voice, I said, "I want a bunch of big, strong, dangerous guys to run a train on me, babe!" My hands groped my tits and I moaned. "Please, babe! Make it happen for me! I want you and your friends from work to take me!" I moaned again and smiled as seductively as I could at the camera.

"I will, baby," I made Stills' voice say.

I sat up on the couch and floated the phone into my hand. I stopped the recording and reviewed it. It was sexy and it really seemed like Stills was recording a bitch in heat, but I decided I could do better. My third take was great.