The Green Room Ch. 11

The Troubadour is legendary, located in West Hollyw/ood, California, on the border of Beverly Hills. Inspired by a visit to the newly opened Troubadour café in London, it was opened in 1957. I had been waiting for this show my whole life. The Troubadour played an important role in the careers of Hoyt Axton, Jackson Browne, the Byrds, Neil Diamond, Elton John, Eagles, Carole King, Love, Joni Mitchell, Van Morrison, Bonnie Raitt, Linda Ronstadt, J. D. Souther, James Taylor, Tom Waits, and other prominent and successful performers, who played performances there establishing their future fame. In October 1962, comedian Lenny Bruce was arrested on obscenity charges for using the word "schmuck" on stage. Michael Nesmith sometimes worked as an M.C. at the club in the 1960s, before the formation of the music group the Monkees. Buffalo Springfield debuted at the club in 1966, and Randy Newman started out there as well.

On August 25, 1970, Neil Diamond (who had just recorded his first live album at the Troubadour) introduced Elton John, who performed his first show in the United States at the Troubadour. Comics Cheech & Chong and Steve Martin were discovered there in the early 1970s. In 1974, John Lennon, Harry Nilsson and Ringo Starr were ejected from the club for drunkenly heckling the Smothers Brothers. That same year, Bruce Springsteen and the E-Street Band performed third on the bill with ex-Byrd Roger McGuinn headlining, going on stage at 1:45 in the morning. In 1975, Elton John returned to do a series of special anniversary concerts. In November 2007, James Taylor and Carole King played a series of concerts commemorating the nightclub's 50th anniversary and reuniting the two from their 1970 performance.

The Troubadour featured new wave and punk in the late 1970s and early 1980s, including Bad Religion, Flipper, The Meat Puppets, Napalm Death, and Redd Kross. L.A. residents and proto-grunge band Melvins have played the Troubadour stage 24 times and counting as of November 2019, including live tapings for Carson Daly in 2012 and 2015. The club features in the 1972 film Cisco Pike.

In the 1980s the club became associated with glam metal bands such as Candy, Cinderella, Guns N' Roses, L.A. Guns, Mötley Crüe, Poison, Ratt, Warrant, NEWHAVEN and W.A.S.P. Guns N' Roses played their first show at the Troubadour, and were also discovered by a David Geffen A&R representative at the club. During the glam and metal years, it continued to attract non-glam metal acts through this time and into the 1990s such as Fiona Apple, Steve Earle, Mudhoney, Silverchair and Radiohead.

I felt like I was entering a Church our band of traveling misfits had made it to the promised land. I have read so much about the LA music scene, the history, being at The Troubadour was an out of body experience. Not only being there or even playing there I was inside the inner sanctorum the Green Room. Drinking craft beer imagining all the wild. wonderful, events that transpired in this very room before I was even born.

The word "troubadour" refers to a poet and musician singing tales of romance in 11th through 13th century France. "Modern-Day Troubadours" like my self must always pay homage to those that paved the road for me, broke the dry old ways and opened a new world for performers, artist, fans alike.

Daydreaming of Guns 'N' Roses parting in this room or James Taylor smoking pot over there. I was shocked when Abby Lake a girl from my hometown stopped by she was in college at UCLA. Abby was a cheerleader four foot eleven, blonde hair, blue eyes, popular with all the cliques. She said my Mom had told her Mom we would be playing here so she wanted to come see me.

Something weird was going on in my head being in the green room at The Troubadour was driving me, I remembered sleep overs, pillow fights, painting each others toe nails, those mutual masturbation sessions. I stood up taking little Abby in my arms kissing her soft cheek, stroking her blonde hair, moving to her sweet lips, with more passion now, driven by forces not seen. Determined to leave my mark in/on the Troubadour green room.

Almost like she had waited/wanted this moment for years her tongue dancing in my mouth. A sexual desire engulfing us as we undressed each other quickly. Coming together, falling on the old sofa were the Eagles had snorted coke, arms, legs, cute little feet, rubbing, caressing in a warm embrace, two becoming one, kissing with an erotic/longing passion, hands rubbing each others wet cunts, tongues dancing inside each others mouths. Her body was soft and smooth, warm, soft, waves of pleasures filled my brain, laying her on her back. I climbed on top of Abby my face diving into her wet pussy, my wet cunt grinding into her mouth, sensations everywhere, tingling, I glanced at the reflection in the mirror on the wall. What a wonderful sight the star of our own porno movie "High School Reunion".

I felt her wetness growing, tasting her, my own pleasure building, grinding down into her loving tongue and mouth. I so wanted to come together a grand crescendo performing here in the green room, curling, twisting my long tongue inside her, reaching a finger to her hooded clit. Our orgasms shaking our little hot bodies, toes curling, screaming, shaking the sofa, like a giant earthquake. Exhausted I collapsed down into my sweet Abby, after a few minutes I turn around, hugging and kissing her. Mixing our juices into a wonderful flavor exploding in our mouths. Ready to perform at The Troubadour writing my own folk rock history in the green room.

I hope you enjoy reading my story as much as I enjoyed writing it one handed typing. Exploring my body writhing in pleasure as my fingers explore and disappear inside my soaking wet pussy. My juices flowing, eyes transfixed, waves of pleasure crashing over me. My fingers finding my breast pinching my delicate nipples caressing, squeezing, teasing, them. Bringing one of my breast to my mouth I tease with it flicking my long tongue over my erect nipple. Taking my time I let my fingers slide down slowly over my flat stomach through my soft red pubes to my waiting wet pussy.

Rubbing softly, caressing, making love to myself, letting my fingers play with with my clit. Inserting one then two fingers inside me slowly moving in and out my wetness growing. My juices making a slurping sound as my fingers thrust in then out. I am skilled at the art of fucking myself through years and years of practice. Tingling all over, legs spread and up, knees bent, typing away, writing this story about my journey of exploration. Moaning as my now wet fingers plunge deeper into me. My body dancing with pleasure, a magnificent feeling, my scent filling the room. Rubbing my swollen clit the first waves of sheer pleasure encompass me.

The sounds coming out of my mouth surprises me, something primal taking over, losing all rational control, life is not perfect and neither is my story, it is dirty, unashamed, unedited, baring blemishes and all, bare. It is not a legal brief constructed so every word is perfect, every common in the right place, edited ten times. My tumbling out style of writing comes from emotion, desire, a longing, sexual desire, fun erotica, fantasy. My stories come spilling out of me full of lust, raw energy, with no filter, a friend confessing to you. I'm not looking for perfection in my writing, I'm simply purging my mind, looking for earth shattering orgasms. Life is short enjoy the ride.

I know my place in the world I'm a bright, articulate, well educated, highly paid woman but here I'm a writer and a slut. Plunging my fingers in hard, deep ready to cum. I'm Cheryle "Cheri" an Irish Catholic, Attorney, Singer-Songwriter 30year old bi-sexual woman💋