Backstage

 This story has some sexual content, so if you're squeamish about that kind of thing, read on and try to get past your squeamishness :) Anyways, let me know what you think.

    Lizzy turned around and looked back at the security guard; she could still taste the cigarettes on him. He winked at her as she continued backstage. Lizzy shuddered.
    She made her way around the band’s gear, lights, and other miscellaneous obstacles towards the dressing room. The door, green with faded paint, looked exactly how it was described to her.  Lizzy pushed it open and looked in at Neil, sitting in front of his mirror, combing back his signature hair.
    He turned to look at her and smiled. “Aren’t you a bit early? We still haven’t gone on yet.”
    Lizzy batted her eyelashes. “I know. I was wondering if I could help you...you know..warm up?”
    “I suppose a good stretch would do me good.” He looked towards the back of the dressing room at the couch. “Close the door.”
    Neil sauntered over and took a seat on the long-since faded green cushions and patted his skin-tight leather pants. Lizzy took her time walking over to him, waving her hips back and forth. Neil sat there watching. When she joined him, Lizzy set her purse down between them and ran her hand though his thick, black hair.
    “You like it? Every girl I’m with wants to touch the hair.”
    “I love it.”
    “They come for the fame and the hair, but they stay for this.” He undid his fly and pulled out his dick. Still flaccid, it slapped against his leather pants.
    Lizzy pulled her hand out of Neil’s hair and looked down. “Looks like we’ve got a little work to do.”
    Neil looked away. “Yea, I fucking know. Just do something to get it up.”
    She brought her legs up onto the couch and got up on her knees, looking down at the rock star. Neil looked up with a blank expression as he motioned down towards his dick. “What are you doing?”
    “Don’t worry about it.” Lizzy swung over and began straddling Neil, pinning to him the couch. “I know what I’m doing.”
    “I don’t think you do.” He tried to move, but she weighed just enough to keep him down. “Get off me you crazy bitch!”

Lizzy pulled out a pair of scissors from her purse.

“What are those? What the fuck!”

She tapped the metal blades on his exposed penis. “Do you have any idea what you did to my sister a couple years ago?”

“No. Listen, I don’t even know who you or she is. Please!”

“Of course not. She’s just one of the many hundreds of the girls you've fucked! But now she, and probably the rest of them, are suffering from a host of STDs because of this.” She ran the point of the scissors down his shaft, drawing a slight trickle of blood.

“I’m sorry, I really am.”

“Are you?”

Neil’s face was red as sweat began to drip down his forehead. “Yes. I’m very very sorry. You know, I never thought about it like this, but yea...you’re right.” He looked up at her, his trademark raspy voice nothing more than a squeak. “Please don’t cut off my dick.”

“Ok, fine. I won’t”

“Thank you. I’ve learned my lesson. I promise.”

Lizzy pulled the scissors up and held them in front of his face. “I am leaving here with something though.”

It took her the good part of five minutes to fight his squirming, but she walked out of Neil ‘The Hammer’ Bradley’s dressing room with a smug smile across her face and the majority of his prized hair clenched in her fists.