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Day 1 – Louiseville’s Gorgeous Girls
Louisville Colorado, 20 October 2013
His name was Johnny, he had auburn hair, blue eyes and always wore a light blue jean jacket and jeans. He was the most handsome man, I’ve ever seen. His face is so perfect it’s hard to believe that someone like him would have so much difficulty earning a billion dollars, which was his dream.
He was a young singer who had been singing for years without success until he discovered the magic of words that could make him rich beyond his wildest dreams. He sang at parties and weddings, concerts, and private affairs, and when it came time to pay his rent, he did what all good singers do: he went on tour. In fact, he had already signed up for several months’ worth of gigs before he realized that he couldn’t remember where or when any of them were supposed to take place.
But there was no use fretting about it; he had enough money saved up to get by for a while, so long as he didn’t spend more than he earned. He took one last look around the dressing room—a little bit bigger than a walk-in closet, but not much—and then closed the door behind him and headed back out outside where he would find the nearest phone booth to call his agent. The only problem was, there weren’t many booths left in this part of town anymore. They’d been torn down decades ago and replaced by … well, nothing. Just an empty patch of sidewalk where some building used to be.
Johnny walked over to the edge of the curb, looking up and down the street for a sign of life, when he heard a voice from behind him say, “Hey.”
“Excuse me?” he said, turning around. A man stood leaning against the wall of the building next to him, wearing a pair of black sunglasses and a wide grin.
The stranger nodded toward the spot where Johnny had been standing just moments before. “I was wondering if you wanted to come have a drink with me,” he said. “It’s okay, I’m buying.”
Johnny blinked at him. “Um …” he said. “Okay, sure.”
They went inside, where they found themselves in a bar with dark wood paneling and high ceilings, lit by candles instead of electric lights. The bar gave off a scent of sweet beer and spilled liquor, of mahogany and orange.
There were a few other people scattered about, mostly couples sitting alone at tables or small groups of three or four sharing a pitcher. It wasn’t exactly crowded, but it was pretty busy for a Wednesday night.
The bartender handed them each a glass of something amber and fizzy, and then set two bottles of beer on the counter beside them. “So,” he said, smiling again. “What’ll it be? Whiskey sour?”
“Sure,” Johnny said, reaching for the bottle. “Whatever you’ve got on tap.”
“Coming right up.” The bartender opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of shot glasses. He poured two shots of whiskey and slid one across the bar to Johnny, then turned away to pour another.
“Here we go,” he said, setting it down in front of the man in the sunglasses. “Your first drink.”
Johnny picked up the shot and knocked it back. It burned going down, like fire and honey, and he felt his throat tighten as it hit his stomach. He coughed and looked up at the bartender. “Can I… can I get another one of those?”
The bartender smiled and nodded. “Sure thing,” he said. “On the house.”
Johnny grabbed the second shot and downed it, too, and then he leaned forward onto the bar and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Thanks,” he said.
“My pleasure,” the bartender replied, pulling out a clean glass and pouring him another. “That was pretty good. What kind of whiskey is it?”
“Bourbon,” Johnny told him.
“Ah,” the bartender said, nodding knowingly. “Old Kentucky bourbon. You must be from around here.”
Johnny shrugged. “I guess so,” he said. “I don’t know much about it.”
“Well, I hope you stick around for a while. This place has a great selection of bourbons, and it’s a great atmosphere. Lots of friendly folks. So what brings you to our fair city?”
Johnny thought for a moment, trying to decide how much to tell him. Finally, he decided to trust the guy, and he said, “I’m touring. I’ve got a gig in a couple of weeks, and I’m gonna need a place to stay for a while. I figure, why not try my luck here?”
“Sounds good to me,” the bartender said, grinning. “We’ve got a lot of rooms upstairs, and you can always crash on the couch downstairs if you need to.”
“Thanks,” Johnny said, taking another shot. “But I think I’ll probably be fine. I’ve got some stuff I brought along.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small leather case, which he set on the bar between them. “Some books,” he explained. “And some clothes.”
The bartender leaned closer and opened the case, peering inside. “Oh, wow,” he said. “You’re a collector, huh?”
Johnny shrugged. “Just a hobby,” he said. “I collect things.”
The bartender raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“Mostly guitars,” Johnny said. “I’m a guitarist.”
The bartender stared at him blankly for a moment, then shook his head and laughed. “A singer” he repeated. “Well, that explains everything. Welcome to Louisville, Mr. …?”
“Smith,” Johnny said. “John Smith.”
“Welcome to Louisville, John Smith,” the bartender said. “Now, what do you sing?”
“Rock ‘n’ roll,” Johnny answered. “Hard rock.”
“Right now?”
“Yeah,” Johnny said, finishing off the last of his second drink. “Why not?”
“All right,” the bartender said. “Let’s see your hands.”
Johnny held them up. “Hands?”
“Show us your guitar playing hands.”
Johnny hesitated only briefly, then undid the top button of his shirt and rolled up the sleeves. His forearms were covered in thick black hair, and there was more of it on his wrists.
“Jesus Christ,” the bartender whispered, staring at them. Then he grinned. “Okay,” he said. “This is perfect. We might actually have ourselves a real musician in this town after all!”
***
Kat was a 19 year old gorgeous girl, tall and slim, with long blonde hair and big blue eyes. She had been working as a waitress since she’d graduated college, but her dream job would be singing backup for bands like Aerosmith or AC/DC. She lived in a house with her friend Hannah, who worked as a waitress at the same restaurant where Kat did. They both loved music, and they often talked about traveling together someday, having their own band together.
Kat didn’t have any tattoos or piercings. Her hair was always perfectly straightened, and she never wore makeup. She was a natural beauty, with the kind of body that you could only get from working out every day. Her breasts were large and firm, with perky nipples that stuck out when she was excited. The other girls at work teased her about them all the time, saying that they looked fake, but she just laughed it off. She had the kind of face that made men look twice, even though she wasn’t particularly vain. It was the kind of face that men liked to imagine kissing while they were jerking off.
Her favorite outfit was a black tank top and tight jeans, which showed off her legs nicely. Her favorite shoes were white sneakers with thick soles. She was also into yoga pants, because they fit her perfectly, and they were comfortable. She hated skirts, and dresses, because they didn’t really show off her figure enough.
Hannah was 20 years old and as beautiful as Kat, short and slim with a big fat ass, olive skin, and bright green eyes. Her breasts weren’t huge, but they fit perfectly against her chest when she sat down. Hannah was a bit more adventurous than Kat. She wore a slut necklace. It was silver with three chains hanging from it. One chain had a heart on it, one had a star, and one had a triangle, all embedded with the word ‘Slut’. She had a tattoo of an owl on her right thigh that Kat loved to look at. She also had a pierced belly button. She had dyed her hair red, and she wore bright lipstick. She also wore black eyeliner, which made her green eyes even brighter.
Both girls also liked to talk about boys—and girls.
They had decided to go to the same bar they went to every day, the Belle de Coeur. The sun was shining outside, and the sky was clear, so they figured it wouldn’t hurt to take a break from work for once.
Kat sat alone at the table, looking over at Hannah through narrowed eyes. She had been waiting patiently outside, on the terrace when she heard music coming from behind the closed door—and dancing feet shuffling against wood floors. A few minutes later, she saw light shining under the crack beneath the door before it swung open, revealing the silhouette of a tall man standing in the doorway.
She rose quickly off the chair where she’d been sitting, crossing toward the door and stopping just short of entering. The stranger stepped aside, letting her pass, but she stopped again once they both stood facing each other in the narrow hallway. Her heart was pounding hard, and suddenly she could smell something sweet and musky wafting from him: sweat and alcohol mixed together with cologne. She glanced past him and found herself face-to-face with Johnny, who appeared equally surprised by their presence.
“Who are you?” Kat asked breathlessly, feeling as though she couldn’t get enough air.
To her surprise, neither did he seem alarmed or flustered. Instead, he seemed almost amused. Or maybe flattered? He looked down at himself, unbuttoned two buttons higher than necessary on his shirt, and brushed the front of his chest lightly with one hand. It made no sense to her until she realized that he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Suddenly, it hit her like lightning striking close beside her ear. Oh God… oh shit! What am I doing?! Stop being such a fool—he’s obviously drunk, and you look completely sober—she told herself frantically. You cannot let yourself go crazy because of this guy. Get control of yourself. Hold back. Be cool. Act normal. And stop thinking about how big those muscles feel.
Then Johnny smiled. “Don’t worry,” he said softly. “My friends call me Jackhammer.”
As soon as he spoke, Kat felt even worse. This guy was clearly older than either of them. Probably 10 years older. No wonder he didn’t care whether she liked him or not; he must know exactly what she wanted and needed. For someone so old, he probably knew how to kiss well. Not bad at all. Maybe too good.
Looking away and trying desperately to regain control, she took a step backward, bumping into the wall behind her. When she turned around, the stranger was still smiling at her.
“Sorry,” he murmured, stepping forward and brushing his palm gently across her cheek. “Did you forget anything?”
Kat swallowed nervously, unable to move, watching mesmerized while his fingers moved lower along her jawline and trailed teasingly near her mouth. Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed hold of his wrist firmly. “No,” she breathed. “What makes you think—”
Before she finished speaking, the stranger pulled his arm free abruptly and spun around, pushing her roughly against the opposite wall. In seconds, he was kissing her passionately, grabbing her tightly and pulling her body against his own. As he kissed her deeply, his tongue pushed between her lips and slid wetly inside her throat. Her lips tasted like wine and cinnamon. He could smell her pheromones rising up from deep within her body, making him want more. It was a sweet smell of sex and lust, and it aroused him greatly.
His strong arms squeezed her tight, making her gasp for breath, and his hips pressed insistently against hers. Panting heavily, her head spinning dizzily, she struggled weakly and tried to pull away. But he wouldn’t allow it. Finally giving in, she relaxed and allowed him to take full advantage of her softness.
After several long moments, the stranger released her and reluctantly backed away. Pulling himself straight and tugging his collar down, he wiped his mouth slowly with the back of his sleeve, never taking his gaze from her.
Finally catching her breath, Kat stared up at him fearfully. “You’re going now?” she panted.
The stranger nodded slightly. “Yes.”
Staring at him warily, she watched as he opened the door and walked through without another glance at either of them. Just before closing the door behind him, she caught sight of Johnny leaning casually against the far side of the bed, grinning broadly.
She was furious with herself. Why hadn’t she resisted more strongly? Was she really that desperate for attention? Did she need some strange man to make her feel special? How stupid can you be?, she thought angrily. Then she shook her head furiously, determined not to give way to self-loathing anymore.
Breathing steadily, she returned to the table outside and sank down onto the seat beside Hannah, staring blankly ahead. After a moment, she finally managed to speak. “I’m sorry if I got carried away there,” she whispered shakily.
Hannah shrugged indifferently. “It happens sometimes,” she replied quietly.
In spite of everything else on her mind, Kat could only stare at her friend incredulously. “Really?”
Without answering, Hannah glanced over toward the closed bar door.
Glancing quickly past her, Kat saw Johnny walking rapidly through the door. Automatically, her eyes followed him anxiously. She sat rigidly upright when he stopped suddenly and came directly towards their table. He looked horny again, his face was so red and the muscles in his neck were jumping like crazy. His smile was unfocused as if he was thinking about something else.
When he stood next to Hannah, both girls were startled by an audible intake of air. Looking closely, they noticed that his shirt had ridden high enough to expose bare skin below his waistband. The top button of his jeans hung open and revealed a boner. Both women blushed hotly.
Forcing herself to remain calm, Kat gazed intently at the thick bulge straining visibly within the front pocket of his pants. A small smile formed briefly on his sensual lips.
Taking one last deep breath, he stepped closer and leaned over Katie until his chest touched her shoulder. Placing his hand lightly just above her heart, he inhaled sharply once again and then exhaled loudly. Gazing hard at her, he lowered his voice and asked: “Are we alone here?”
Kat’s cheeks burned crimson hot. Searching frantically for something to say, she blurted out: “Um—yes. Yes, absolutely!”
His warm breath tickled her ear delicately. “Good,” he muttered huskily. Johnny pushed her on the wooden table and removed her clothes. He was breathing hard as he took his own clothes off and put a condom on but that only made him harder to stop. When she started panting again, he leaned over and whispered in her ear. “If you keep making those noises I’ll fuck you right here.”
“You can’t do it here,” she said.
“Try me.”
She pulled back, staring at him with wide eyes.
He grabbed her wrist and yanked down her hand until she touched herself between her legs. “Go ahead,” he told her. “Touch yourself.”
Her face flushed bright red. She reached under her jeans and began rubbing herself through her underwear. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were glazed. It looked like a vision of heaven. He wanted to shove his cock inside her, but instead, he pulled away and moved around behind her. The sight of her fingers pushing into her pussy was enough to make him lose control. He grabbed her hips and shoved himself inside her. They both moaned as he filled her up. His body shuddered as she clenched tight around him. It was the first time they were having sex.
Hannah was watching eagerly as he pushed his cock into her friend’s pussy. She watched the two of them make out for a moment before she turned away. The sight of Johnny fucking Kat had been enough to get her wet, but now that she’d seen him actually put his cock inside her friend… “Oh god…” Her head fell back against her chair.
The scene blurred through her mind—her friends kissing each other and then Johnny licking one of them while they were still touching themselves. Hannah felt herself getting hot and turned away. She needed to find something else to think about. She couldn’t resist the sweaty pungent smell of precum mixed with vaginal liquids coming from both of them or the sounds they were making.
It wasn’t long before she came again, this time squirming against the table. Johnny kept thrusting into Kat, driving his cock deep inside her as he fucked her. It didn’t take much longer before she collapsed onto the table and he moved back. He sat next to her, pulling her close and putting an arm around her waist.
“So what happens now?” Hannah asked.
Kat smiled. “Now we go home.”
They dressed quickly and walked out of the bar. Hannah followed them all the way to their car, staring at Kat’s ass as she climbed into the front seat.
Johnny looked suavely at the girls’ asses while they left. Then he remembered that he had to go to his bedroom. He sighed and shook his head.
He couldn’t wait to meet the girls again. He’d liked Hannah, but it was Kat who he really wanted to get to know better. He wondered if she would want to see him again. .
When he got upstairs, he stripped down and headed straight for the shower. He was so horny that he thought he might come just from washing his hair. But when he finished he decided he was too tired to play any more tonight. He dried off and went to bed.
As soon as he arrived home, he would have to tell his best friend, Margo, about this little incident. And he knew exactly how much trouble he was in. If any part of it ever leaked beyond her ears…he didn’t even want to imagine the consequences.
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