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\u201cHere\u2019s your pay!\u201d Dennis shoved a fist full of dollars into my chest. \u201cAnd now our business partnership is officially terminated. Don\u2019t ever contact us again.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The fire in his eyes revealed the anger of Hell. Or it may have been his embarrassment after one hell of a night. Honestly it didn’t matter to me.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Dennis then boarded the bus, and the diesel engine puked out its sooty exhaust at me. As if adding insult, the rear wheels kicked rocks onto my rattlesnake-skin boots. Yes, those same diamondbacks.<\/span><\/p>\n

I stood on the side of the road until the brake lights disappeared at a bend in Highway 84. The band left me and my saxophone in the Texas wasteland. And that was it. Done and done. As fast as rock n\u2019 roll came, it was gone.<\/span><\/p>\n

I was alone under the yellow moon, but my shoulders never slumped, not in the slightest. Sure, I had landed in a tough spot. Very tough. Nothing I couldn\u2019t weather though. And holy shit! She was Missy Lanta. Worth all the retribution for sins committed against the band. And I would do it all over again. Not a second thought necessary.<\/span><\/p>\n

Standing on the highway on that warm night, I couldn\u2019t hold back a light chuckle. It turned into a full-on convulsion of laughter, and soon I was bent over, cracking up, my side hurting with a sharp pain. I thought of Dennis enraged, of the band\u2019s hatred for me, of the curses hurdled at me, of the names shouted from the bus. My convulsions of laughter pushed me to my knees. Despite everything, rock n\u2019 roll\u2014 no doubt, rock n\u2019 roll! \u2014I was proud. Proud as hell.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

So I grabbed my case and stepped toward Waco. With a swagger, an aching side, and a long, long walk ahead.<\/span><\/p>\n

###<\/span><\/p>\n

\"lelo<\/a><\/p>\n

The band was headed out on a tour of the South. We had gigs in Vicksburg, two in Shreveport, a couple of dates in Fort Worth and Dallas. Onto Waco, Midland, Albuquerque and finally Tucson. We hired some back-up singers and a stand-in bass player. Our regular bassist, Ricky, had broken his arm in a drunken brawl, so he was out.<\/span><\/p>\n

Missy Lanta came aboard in Jackson, Mississippi. I first saw her when she auditioned to play bass. She showed up in a pair of painted-on blue jeans. Showing off every part of that slim figure of hers. Lovely. I knew, when Dennis first got a glimpse of her, all she had to do was hold the bass right-side up to get the job. A tight body and a natural smile are things that can\u2019t be taught, dubbed over or muted.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dennis gave her his full attention, playing favorites. Yeah, but who hasn\u2019t played favorites, right? My sax over my sweetheart. The road over a home. Dennis was no different. Except people hate it when they\u2019re getting the raw end. Me and the band, we were getting that end.<\/span><\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t so much that we were ticked about Dennis treating Missy as he did. As good as she looked, any man would. But Dennis shirked his duties as tour manager. Did us over. See, schedules fell behind and became disorganized. He didn\u2019t contact venues about sound checks and set times. We got to the joints at the last minute. Then came that one night. Dennis botched our lodging in a small town outside of Shreveport. I think the place was Red Chute. It should be easy to remember, because that\u2019s where rock n\u2019 roll slipped into my room.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dennis usually had the band staying at Holiday Inns on tours. Breakfasts were decent. Oftentimes the staff left out the eggs and bacon and coffee, knowing we had come in early in the morning and had slept in late. But when we got to Red Chute, the Holiday Inn reservation wasn\u2019t there and the place was packed. So we got stuck at the I-20 Motel. How bad was it? The sign advertised that it had an RCA color TV in each room. Seriously, that\u2019s what the sign said. Dennis dumped us in that hole for two nights. The band could have beat Dennis then and there.<\/span><\/p>\n

The first night, I sat in my room because I had slipped the front desk some extra cash for cable TV. The set was bringing in a decent picture, skewed a bit blue though.<\/span><\/p>\n

A soft knock on the door surprised me. Turned out Missy Lanta was on the other side.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYour TV working?\u201d she asked without a hello. Before I said yes, she slipped by me. There was a scent of something spicy. It seemed tasty. My eyes slid down her back before she plopped onto the lounge chair beside my bed.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYour set broke?\u201d I asked, a bit befuddled at her showing up.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDamn rabbit ears can\u2019t pick up anything. Only that snow static. This place is terrible. Where did Dennis take us?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I only smiled. Dennis hadn\u2019t lost his mind as a manager until just recently, I wanted to tell her. But decided against it. Instead, I climbed onto the bed, finding that warm spot where I had been sitting.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWanting to watch a particular show?\u201d I asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJust something. What were you watching?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t want to know. I did not want her to know. But as swiftly as she had slipped in, she stole the remote control and hit the return button. The TV screen jumped back to the channel I had been watching. A wavy pay-per-view screen. A girl was moaning to some generic cheesy background music.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSeriously?\u201d Missy hooted and covered her mouth. A moment later, she had fallen to her knees, keeled over in laughter. \u201cWere you just \u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Her eyes shimmied down my torso to my lap. I sat there, in the middle of the queen-sized bed, embarrassed to the nth degree.<\/span><\/p>\n

Missy, with laughter-red eyes, asked, \u201cShe got you all hornied up?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I tried to deflect. \u201cIt\u2019s the music. There\u2019s a great sax solo. Maybe it\u2019ll come on again.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

No chance that line would work. I was dumb to even say it. Better to just admit what was obvious.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAt least, <\/span>she<\/span><\/i> will come again. Probably faking it though.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

What struck me was when Missy moved to the edge of the bed, close to the TV set. She tried to look through the waves on the screen.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLike titties? She\u2019s got some big ones.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I gulped and choked. The heat of embarrassment lined my scalp.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then Missy yee-hawed loudly. \u201cOr do you like a big ass? This girl\u2019s got curves.\u201d Her eyes didn\u2019t leave the TV screen.<\/span><\/p>\n

I attempted not to answer her questions. \u201cHow can you see so good?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Missy looked over her narrow shoulder at me. \u201cAs good as you can, and she\u2019s gettin\u2019 you off.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Her eyes set on my bulge that I didn\u2019t want to appear so obvious.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou needin\u2019 a little release?\u201d She arched an eyebrow and then walked her fingers on the bed, like they were spider legs.<\/span><\/p>\n

I thought I would be cooler under this pressure, that I\u2019d know how to handle being caught, especially by a woman, a lovely woman, a lovely woman who didn\u2019t come unhinged at seeing a man alone. I wasn\u2019t prepared though. I fell silent.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI will let you finish what you need to finish.\u201d She stood and walked backward to the door. \u201cGo ahead, have some fun.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

And she left.<\/span><\/p>\n

That began it, for good and for better, to be honest. When we saw each other, Missy would flirt and tease. On stage, she\u2019d get my attention and shake her ass. Her shaking was a little more bouncy than the rhythm of the music. Get me right, I am not complaining. During a show in Dallas, she turned toward me to stroke her guitar\u2019s neck with a tight grip and grimacing as if getting off on stage. I came back at her with my own flirting during and after shows. Soon the band was asking me about her, even prodding me. No doubt Dennis heard about us and kept his eyes peeled.<\/span><\/p>\n

For our two shows in Waco, Dennis had us stay in the Rodeway Inn on the northside of town. Everyone was content. The rooms had free cable TV, even some premium channels. Sure, we had the channels, but there was a bar. And you know bars beat boob tubes.<\/span><\/p>\n

I bumped into Missy at the motel\u2019s dim lounge. She and I flirted up close and tested each other\u2019s wares. I tried to feel out what was happening in her mind. Was she still teasing me or wanting to be teased? We were laughing and needling, letting the beers do their job to egg us on. That was until who came along? Yep, him. Dennis took a stool next to Missy, on the opposite side. Our fun died there. Snuffed out. I decided it best to vacate. I scribbled a number on my damp Coors Light coaster. I lifted her mug and slid it underneath.<\/span><\/p>\n

Girls were dancing on my room\u2019s TV, in vivid color this time, and making me high. In case you believe the hype, rock n\u2019 roll isn\u2019t all hot babes and hard drinking, that is unless you\u2019re playing stadium rock concerts. We weren\u2019t. Sometimes, rock n\u2019 roll only lets you fantasize. A shame.<\/span><\/p>\n

But there was a knock on my door. A real knock. Not a rock n\u2019 roll fantasy. I changed channels and went to the door.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWho is it?\u201d I didn\u2019t want to open it to find our drummer, Mick, who\u2019s always pranking. Don\u2019t think he outgrew seventh grade.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLet me in.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Missy Lanta!<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou the big bad wolf or something?\u201d I asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCome on, let me in. Or I\u2019ll blow your house down,\u201d she said and pounded on the door.<\/span><\/p>\n

Did she mean to say that? I never figured it out. No matter, because the phrase immediately sped up my pulse, the vein in my temple thumped. Her words caused an immediate tightening in my jeans.<\/span><\/p>\n

I unlocked the door and Missy slipped by me like before. She was wearing a white, t-shirt, her breasts wiggling, and a skimpy, black skirt.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s happening?\u201d I asked.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI need a break and so do you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMe? A break from what?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Missy grabbed the remote control again. She hit the button to switch back to the previous channel that I had been watching. There were the girls.<\/span><\/p>\n

She turned to me, eyebrows raised, and tossed the remote on the bed. \u201cThis is why.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

That same gulp and choke caught my throat. Red-heat burned my cheeks. I managed to speak just one question. \u201cHuh?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She sat on the bed, relaxed, by me. The nude girls and blatant sex on TV didn\u2019t bother her. Quite the opposite. Her breathing got deeper. She crossed her legs and her hand would rub her thighs on intense scenes. I noticed it most when a woman\u2019s tits were being sucked. Can\u2019t ever complain about that.<\/span><\/p>\n

I prodded her once more before moving ahead and getting smacked. \u201cYou came to my room to watch naked girls?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She turned toward me with a wry smile. \u201cNo, I want to watch you watch these girls.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

My tightened throat that I mentioned? Well, it tightened more. Almost strangling. I had to struggle to temper my breathing, to regain my sensibilities because of Missy\u2019s advances.<\/span><\/p>\n

She moved from the bed to the lounge chair next to it. Her eyes alone could have manhandled me then and there.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGet going,\u201d she said flippantly as if I was waiting for her order. \u201cI want to see you jerk off.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hearing that, I unzipped and released my hard cock. Its head was already red with excitement. I gripped it, beginning to slowly stroke up and down. My hand was cold compared to my cock\u2019s boiling temperature.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then she shocked me. \u201cOh shit, that looks so good. I needed to see a real dick.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\"lelo<\/a><\/p>\n

My mind was glued to Missy Lanta. The girls on TV didn\u2019t interest me. I\u2019d forgotten them already. This salacious woman was staring at my hand jerking up and down. I know she was already worked up, horny and willing for almost anything.<\/span><\/p>\n

She stopped me though. \u201cLet me do one thing.\u201d Her eyes asked permission. I agreed by not objecting.<\/span><\/p>\n

So she crawled over the bed until her face was directly above my cock, which stared boldly back at her. Her black hair dangled onto my waist, a few strands brushing against my over-sensitive dick. Then a coolness hit the tip. She had drizzled her saliva onto it, from just inches\u2014 centimeters!\u2014above.<\/span><\/p>\n

She grinned at me, knowing how that simple move flipped my mind. Then her greatest words: \u201cUse that to help you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Missy Lanta sent me near to crazy. I was ready to meet my peak right there. I saw her move back to the chair, still watching me. I stroked, enjoying her own, personal lube.<\/span><\/p>\n

I suddenly stopped moving my hand when her feet slid into my rattlesnake skin boots. Yes, those diamondbacks. She settled deep into the chair, raising her black skirt to reveal more thigh. Then she lifted one foot and set it on the edge of the bed. She set her other foot on the bed so I had a clear view of her clean-shaven pussy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cKeep going,\u201d she directed.<\/span><\/p>\n

She must have noticed my diverted mind.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGet a little bit faster now? That\u2019s right. Keep touching my cock, making it nice and hard.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She reached in between her legs. \u201cOh my god, you got my pussy so wet.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

That was it. She wasn\u2019t going to see my hand any longer. She was going to feel both my hands. I climbed off the bed between her spread feet.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d she squealed playfully.<\/span><\/p>\n

I lifted her onto the bed, and tossed her flat on her back, her black hair splattered on the bed around her bright face. I raised that pair of boots up to my ears and shoved the dick she wanted to see into her welcoming pussy.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her fingernails scraped over my shoulders to my biceps with the first deep thrust.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,\u201d she repeated. The words got louder and louder until she was all-out shouting. Echoing in the room, maybe into the hallway. I banged her, hard and fast.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you ready to cum for me, baby?\u201d she prodded. \u201cGo ahead, cum for me right now, fast.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Before I unloaded, her neck tightened, her face winced and those nails dug deep into my arms. I followed her climax and shot into her, jolts and jolts, until I was deflated.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGirls on the TV aren\u2019t good enough, are they?\u201d She winked. \u201cNothing as good as a real tight pussy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I grinned, still easing my body, enjoying the waning seconds of pleasure. She was spot-on. Never heard it said better.<\/span><\/p>\n

I woke up next to her in bed the next morning. She was cuddled against me. Her ass pressed against my morning hardness. But it wasn\u2019t a happy morning. Someone was banging on the door and shouting for Missy Lanta. Dennis.<\/span><\/p>\n

###<\/span><\/p>\n

That was the end. A good ending, despite the long walk to Waco. She enjoyed the night. I know I did. Even my boots had a new appeal.<\/span><\/p>\n

I wasn\u2019t sure if Dennis kept Missy Lanta or fired her. For now, I just hope to see Missy Lanta again. Rock n\u2019 roll may be kind. Me and Missy did make it proud.<\/span><\/p>\n

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