to get through this beer, one of many. It's around 2 AM and trying to work on
the lyrics for this album. It feels like that I can fill these empty bottles
with my heart and soul better than put it on paper lately. As I took another
sip of Guinness, she just had to barge into my hotel room.
"What the fuck do you want? I'm trying to finish up this song,” I asked with a devilish look in my eye.
"Your drummer is an asshole,” Claire screamed.
"Stop right there, I don't have time for this, if it's not important you can leave" I said as the devilish look in my eye got brighter.
"But I'm your girlfriend, don't you give a shit about me?” as the tears started to fall from her eyes.
"I do, just not now" saying this as I rolled my eyes.
"Your drummer, Zack hit on me and even asked for me to suck his dick" Claire snapped at me.
"At least Zack asked" as I chuckled.
"That's not funny" Claire responded angrily.
"Look I will talk to Zack, maybe he is drunk, and I know that's a shitty excuse but you've been around this band long enough" I said.
Claire stormed out the room. I was mentally exhausted. I was just staring at the lyrics that I had written. I needed a strong chorus to go with what I had with the verses. For whatever reason I started to think about when this band, the Black Riders, got together. We actually came up with bands name referencing a Tom Waits album. We were a bunch of friends that were into music, learned some instruments by the age of 17 and wanted to make our own music. It's pretty simple. Somehow from the idea of doing something simple, it got complicated.
I finally finished that beer.
Claire and Sara then barged in laughing. This is my girlfriend, one minute she is upset and then one minute Claire is laughing. Claire is best defined as a roller coaster nightmare.
“We were wondering if you were up for a threesome, it’s been a long time” as they both smiled with their hands all over each other.
I had just finished 8 beers and don’t know if my body is awake for this..’
“Sure babe” as I smiled.
They were already kissing before I even responded. I stumbled to the bed. They seemed to be in a hurry, they didn’t waste any time removing my pants. Sara reached for my cock and put it her mouth. I mean she put it all in and it grew in the matter of seconds. Sara and Claire would kiss occasionally. As Sara sucked on the head, Claire leaned in and licked the shaft, then going lower to lick my balls. They took turns.
“Try to put it all in your mouth” Sara says to Claire.
“I’m afraid I will gag and it’s pretty big” Claire responded.
“Watch and relax your throat” Sara stated with her mouth wide open.
Sara did it again. She put it all in going down to the base of my cock.
Claire tried but gagged a little. The next several minutes they took turns. Sara was determined to show Claire how it’s done.
Claire then removed her panties and crawled on my face. She literally sat on my face and made sure her sweet wet pussy was in my mouth. Claire moved her hips some and moaned. She leaned in forward to assist Sara sucking my cock.
I was on the verge of exploding. Claire was licking the head, my cum came gushing out and could feel Sara sucking the cum off the shaft. They cleaned my cock well. They made sure it was clean. Claire then let out a moan as I feasted her.
This wasn’t the ideal threesome that they had anticipated but again I was beat.
“We are just going to have fuck each other since you are done” Sara stated.
Claire and Sara are bisexual. I could tell they weren’t thrilled with how quick I was.
I woke up the next day feeling like crap. I could hear Claire moaning. I stepped out of my hotel room and knocked on her door. She was next to me. It took a few minutes but she opened it up.
"What's up Bret" Claire asked.
"Are you with Sara? I could hear you moaning - I know that voice,” I asked.
"Yes but we are enjoying each other we will come over later" she said. Claire shut the door quickly.
I needed to finish up that song anyway. I sat down at the table and it was difficult to focus. All I could hear are those two moaning.
We only need 3 more songs to finish our second album. Our first album "Jar of Screams" did really well. We aren't millionaires yet but we could live comfortably. The moaning stopped - thank god. I finally had peace and quiet. I spent the next hour finishing up the lyrics.
You think you always have the answers,
You think you know me so quite well.
You think you got me all figured out,
You seem to know it all from that place I refer to as hell.
You don't have to say a word,
I can see it more clearly every day.
You don't have to say a word,
It's about time we go our separate ways.
I could tell, in your silent yell.
You seem to live in some twisted dream,
You think I'm going to let you tear me apart.
You seem to manage to say words you don't mean,
You think it's ok for you to break my heart.
You don't need to spell it out for me,
You don't need me at all.
You don't want me around anymore,
It's about time for you to fall.
I felt pretty good about these lyrics and have some music to it. When we get done with this tour we can work on the album. There's been so much fucking drama on this tour.
I had started to think about Claire and all that we have gone through as a couple. In fact I was thinking about the day we met. My parents had gotten divorced when I was young, I was only 5. I had moved to Cleveland, Ohio when I was 10. On a summer’s day I had walked to a park and saw a few girls playing together. I was by myself and sat down on the merry go round. The girls were chasing each other around the swing set. One of the girls had yelled at me.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Bret” I responded.
“Did you just move in the area?” she asked.
“Yes I did” I answered.
The next few weekends I would walk here to the park and meet the girls Claire and Sara . It was rare to see boys in the park. There wasn’t much to do in the park. There was a swing set, merry go round, and a slide in a big open space. The girls never really played on any of these items. Claire would have brought her radio. Claire and Sara would just sing and dance all day. It was kind of funny. Claire remembered lyrics very well as Sara would stumble through them. They would ask me all kinds of questions to get to know me. We played truth or dare quite bit. I dared Claire once to kiss Sara. Naturally they would dare me to kiss them and did. At the age of 12 I dared Claire to kiss my dick. All three of us became sexually curious around our teens. At the age of 14 Claire became my girlfriend. I didn’t meet her parents until then. Her parents constantly worked and rarely never saw them. Claire was spoiled. The first time I did meet her mom she was drunk and Claire seemed to be costumed to it.
Sara and Claire were like glue. I rarely saw them apart. I dared Sara to lick Claire’s pussy once and the rest was history.
At the age of 14 my father had bought me an acoustic guitar. I was obsessed to learn it. After one year I begin to play James Taylor and The Beatles. I begin to really pay attention to the lyrics and how a song was structured. I begin to write my own lyrics and would play for Claire and Sara. They saw potential and Claire loved my lyrics. She thought I was soulful.
I had to meet the rest of the band downstairs for breakfast at the hotel. Once the elevator door opened up two women recognized who I am. They were like two giddy high school cheerleaders. I admit I did like the attention. They were all gooey over me. One of them eyed me up and down. She said “It would be a shame if this elevator got stuck, what we do in here?” She gave me her number as I walked out of the elevator.
I could see the band members bickering at the table. I sit down. Kyle is calling Zack a piece of shit. Jason and Sean are arguing over who sings better. As I said the tension was getting thick. I really was getting tired of all the bullshit and tension. We should be having fun making music and performing. This was our dream and it’s slowly becoming a nightmare. I actually just got up and started to walk away. Zack looked up at me.
“Where are you going?” Zack asked.
“You guys need to grow the hell up and I’m tired of playing the parent.” I said sternly.
I was getting stressed from being on the road this long. I walked to the bar and ordered a drink. I turned around and the woman who gave me her number was standing there. She smiled.
“You are ordering a drink early in the morning, are you a drunk or stressed?” she asked.
Before I could answer she smiles and ask “Could I do anything to relieve your stress? I mean it would be so cool if I could help the lead singer, Bret McCain.”
I laughed and didn’t mean too.
“If I give you a suggestion, would you really do it?” I asked.
“Sure” she says.
“How about a blowjob?” I asked.
“Come with me” she says.
We walked back to her room and was hoping to not run into Claire or Sara. She opened up the door and pushed me to the bed. She didn’t waste any time. She unzipped my pants and engulfed my cock. She did this like a pro. She looked up at me.
“I can’t believe I am sucking Bret McCain’s cock” she says.
She was really into it and I was getting very close to explode. She mumbled something but I really wasn’t paying attention.
In the matter of seconds I came in her mouth.
“Didn’t you fucking hear me, I told you to let me know when you were going to cum. You are an asshole. Cum is gross. You can leave” she says.
I got up and left. I didn’t say a word and did feel like an asshole.
I went back to my room and ordered room service. I was still a little hung over and tired. I closed my eyes for a few minutes until Claire walked in.
“I miss you” Claire says softly and kisses me on my forehead.
“How about you lay on me?” I asked.
Claire laid on my chest and could hear her crying some. I really didn’t want to ask why she was crying. I know since we have been on the road I have been a prick. Room service arrived and shared my breakfast with her.
“Why don’t you play just for me, it’s been a long time since you have played your acoustic guitar for me” Claire asked.
I grabbed my guitar and did play a song for her. As I played the song she was crying. I do think along the way we have lost the intimacy that we once had. The threesome’s, partying, being on the road was taking a toll on our relationship. I don’t know any more if I really do love her but I do care about Claire. I just had a stranger give me a blowjob. At this moment it actually inspired me to think about the last two songs we needed for the next album. I should be working on these last two songs. We only have two more months of being on road. We can come back home and take a break. We can work on the rest of this album and relax some. I think that’s what we need. We have to play tonight.
The concert we had tonight went well. We played in front of around two thousand people. After the concert we went out to eat and instructed the boys to stay off the alcohol tonight. I’m doing the same so we can get up and get back on the road. We are eating and I get a text. It’s a strange number that I don’t know and it’s not in my contacts.
It says “Want another blowjob?”
I respond “Who is this?”
“It’s Nicky, you came in my mouth this morning” she said.
“Oh, I have to get back on the road and I thought I was an asshole” I responded.
“Who is texting you” Claire asked.
“I don’t know, some stranger, don’t worry about it.” I tell Claire.
It occurred to me that I never gave Nicky my number. I’m actually a little freaked out.
We get back to the hotel and all of us were tired. It’s around 2 am. I get another text.
“I can see you are back so do you want another blowjob?” Nicky asked in her text.
It’s official. Now I have someone watching me. This is freaking me out.