Band CFNM by Dale Gussy

Band-CFNM

I had just finished playing a set with a friend's band and I got a drink and sat next to the stage to relax before our last set. An attractive blond came up and sat down at the table with me.

“You play very well,” she said.

“Thank you,” I replied, “I try to do my best.”

“I'm Deb Cocker,” she told me, extending her hand.

I shook her hand and said, “I've heard of you,” “Don't you have a new CD out?”

“Yes,” she said smiling, “That's what I want to talk to you about,” “We are going on a mini tour, just regional stuff, and we need a lead guitarist.” “Would you like to audition?”

“Well yeah, but I work full time,” I told her, expecting that to be the deal breaker.

“Most of the gigs are within driving distance, and the ones that aren't usually are on weekends,” she looked for my reaction, “A couple of Thursday Night gigs opening for national acts,” “But mostly Friday and Saturday as the headliner in clubs and casinos.”

“My work schedule is flexible,” I explained, “I work for my uncle, he's a musician too.”

“Do you have a card?” She asked.

I gave her a card from my last band and she told me she would call me about the audition. It was time to play again. She stayed for a few songs then she left. Id didn't think any more of it until she called Sunday afternoon.

She gave me an address for the audition site and said “Tuesday Night, about seven,” “Plan on an hour or two.”

The audition went well, and I met the rest of Deb's band, all females, and they were all excellent

musicians. We gelled right off the bat and before the night was done I was offered the position of lead guitarist for the mini tour. The pay was good and we would have roadies carrying all our gear, and at every venue we would be using house lights and P.A.

We were to have two weekends of marathon rehearsals over the end of April to prepare with one weekend off before the first gig in case we needed more practice. The only possible problem was with my girlfriend, but I had discussed it with her beforehand, just not the practice schedule. We would be about 3 hours away at Deb's agents studio and condo. I would leave Friday Morning and not get back until Sunday Evening.

I told Deb of my concerns and she asked if we were serious, “We're engaged,” I answered.

Deb just nodded and said, “Let me know as soon as you can.”

I talked it over with my girlfriend and she suggested I do it, and save as much of the money as possible for the wedding. I called Deb and told her it was a go. The following Friday I met up with the rest of the band and we headed north for the rehearsal.

“I didn't book a room yet,” I said as we drove along.

“No need,” Deb said, “There's plenty of room at the condo.”

“I don't know how that will look,” I said, “All of us staying in the same house.”

“We may have to share a room on the road too,” Deb said laughing.

I hoped she was kidding, but I didn't bring it up again.

We got to the condo and unloaded our back packs, then we drove around to the studio and carried our instruments in. Everything was supplied or already there for us. I had a choice of 3 different amps, two of which I would be using on the road.

We jammed for a while to get used to the sound of the room and the new gear, it took me a little bit of time to get a sound I liked, but once I found the right settings I was off and running.

Although Deb played some piano, she preferred just singing, the rest of the band was Laura on bass, Sue on drums, and Rhonda on rhythm guitar and keyboards. Rhonda was a big help om chord voicings and arrangements. We worked on a 40 minute set that we would play when we were the opening act, the next practice we would augment that for a 90 minute headline set.

We did a few covers that we knew would get people on their feet, but mainly we worked on the material from Deb's CD's. Her first CD was good, but her second CD was great, and we were all excited to get our show down and hit the road.

We didn't stop until that evening, we wolfed down a couple of pizzas and relaxed with some wine. Deb brought a tray into the room and sat it down, then she handed me a glass and toasted our tour.

I don't usually drink wine, but this was very good. Deb poured me a second glass and we started to talk more about the tour, when I began to get very tired. Deb came up and smiled at me, she took the half empty glass from my hand and sat it aside. I tried to talk but all I did was make gurgling noises, then I was out.

I woke up the next morning in a strange room and in a strange bed. I started to sit up, but my hands were tied to the head board, and my feet were tied as well. I must have made some noise because soon Deb came in.

“Oh good you're up.” She said smiling.

I tried to shift around on the bed and that's when I realized I was naked too.

Deb started to pull the covers down but I stammered, “Don't,” “I'm naked!”

Deb laughed and said, “I know silly,” “Who do you think undressed you?”

I could tell I was blushing when I said, “Please untie me, I have to pee.”

“I figured that,” she said, “We're prepared.” Then she pulled out a urinal and held it up for me to see.

“I can't use that tied to the bed,” I said.

“Allow me,” she said, then she reached under the covers and slide the urinal in with her other hand. I started to complain and she said, “Tut, tut,” “I know how to do this,” Then she put the urinal between my legs and lifted my penis into it, all without peeking, at least I don't think she did. Then after I finished she took the urinal and emptied it and rinsed it, then she came back to sit on the bed. She toyed with the covers as I pleaded with her to untie me and give me my clothes.

“Not yer,” she said, “Do you know my real name?”

“Deb Cocker,” I answered.

“No,” she said, and she smiled broadly, “and its not my stage name either,” she laughed and said, “I was called cocker long before I started singing.” She reached under the covers and gave me a little squeeze. I don't know where she was going with this as we were interrupted by the rest of her band coming into the room.

“Now comes my favorite part,” she said, “We call it the unveiling.” I protested, but it was no use. “Relax,” Deb said, “this is just a little initiation I put all my band members through.” The other girls nodded and smiled. Then Deb and Rhonda started to pull the covers back.

Rhonda lifted her side up and took a little peek.

“C'mon,” someone said, “Hurry up.”

The other girls moved closer to get a look.

Then they pulled the covers back completely.

“Nice,” Rhonda murmurred.

Next thing I know they were all rubbing me all over, my sides and my thighs, I must have turned beet red.

I laid my head back and sighed, this was so embarrassing, but at the same time it was very pleasurable too.

Then Deb shocked me by grabbing my penis and gripping tightly.

“This is why they call me Cocker,” she said smiling.

“Should we let him get dressed today or make him practice in the nude?” Deb asked the girls, and they all laughed.

“Its almost a shame to let him get dressed,” Rhonda said.

“Well we do have work to do,” Deb sighed, as she and Rhonda untied me.

I was mad and ready to call the whole thing off, but I would have been stranded without a ride. And all they really did was play a little prank on me. I didn't think it would happen again. They gave me my clothes and left as I dressed.

After breakfast I had calmed down and nothing was side about the incident again. Although I did have a visitor that night. I felt a naked body slip into my bed, and as much as I tried to fight the urge we ended up making love. I knew it was wrong, but I'm only human.

The end (for now)