Friday, July 8, 2011


 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 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’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.


Helen July 8, 2011 at 1:41 AM  

Love it! Not what I was expecting at all, nor him! Ha ha very good story, made me really laugh.

Great Michael!

Sulci Collective July 8, 2011 at 2:38 AM  

I knew it would be the hair, more signature than the workaday cock. But yes this pov of the groupie needs to be told, so props to you.

marc nash

Anonymous July 8, 2011 at 7:06 AM  

Wow - nice work, I knew as soon as she said it wouldn't be his manhood, she'd cut the hair - that probably did as much damamge to him mentally as the other would have anyway. Nice work

Craig Smith July 8, 2011 at 10:40 AM  

Looks like the rock star life isn't all that it is cracked up to be! Well told and I like that he got what he deserved.

John Wiswell July 8, 2011 at 11:11 AM  

He's lucky all he lost was his hair. I re-read the sentence to make sure he hadn't lost a "prized pair" instead!

Minor typo in the third paragraph, "Arn't" for "Aren't" - could be on purpose, though the omission of the 'e' wouldn't be very audible. At least not in the accents I'm used to. But maybe in Minnesota? Just thought I'd point it out for you.

Also - why are there closing quotes after the last paragraph?

KendallGrey July 8, 2011 at 12:12 PM  

Hahaha! Awesome story. I didn't see the hair coming. I have a soft spot for rock stars. The hero in my UF trilogy is a hottie musician. :-)

Sonia Lal July 8, 2011 at 12:46 PM  

LOL Not what I was expecting. The hair will grow back, the cock wouldn't have. Or his prized pair - they would have been good, too.

Icy Sedgwick July 8, 2011 at 2:27 PM  

I love the fact that she took his hair instead - perhaps, like Samson, his power rested there instead of between his legs?

Michael A Tate July 8, 2011 at 5:03 PM  

Helen: I'm glad you liked it and found it funny. I'm glad I resisted the urge to take it down the dark side.

Marc: Oh come on, it's not obvious is it :P Thanks for commenting, and yes, I do like this POV. I plan on bringing Lizzy into some more stories...she's just one of those characters

brainhaze: Plus it was right before the show :D Not a lot of time to figure out what to do.

Craig: I guess it depends on the rock star. Thanks for reading.

John: Waht tpyos? Neither is As it turns out, I've been spelling Arn't wrong for a long long time. And in Minnesoooota we just elongate our 'O's Thanks!

Kendall: Hottie musician is cool. Hottie womannizer...I can think of worse things to do him then cut his hair :)

Sonia: If he keeps it up, I'm sure he'll loose the prized pair as well.

Icy: Lol, I love it. That would be an interesting character...Samson with incredible sexual 'strength'

Thank you everybody!

Anonymous July 9, 2011 at 12:26 AM  

I'm impressed that she could hold the guy down, but don't mess with a dame with scissors. Fun read. I'm going to pretend she got a little hair off the bottom as well. :D

Stephen July 9, 2011 at 9:19 AM  

I read Neil and instantly thought of Journey. That tells you more about me, I guess. For a rocker, he's one lucky S.O.B. It could have been much worse.

Thinking about it, I'm also guessing there's one security guard who'll be looking for a new job in the morning.

Chuck Allen July 9, 2011 at 10:45 AM  

Interesting story, Michael. Not at all what I was expecting, but the twist was great.

AuthorCAKunz July 9, 2011 at 8:17 PM  

Great little story. I am left wondering if he learned his lesson and if he was able to perform on stage that night. She took down 'Samson' I like that!

AuthorCAKunz July 9, 2011 at 8:17 PM  

Great little story. I am left wondering if he learned his lesson and if he was able to perform on stage that night. She took down 'Samson' I like that!

Adam B July 12, 2011 at 7:27 AM  

Great little turnaround with the groupie's POV. Like Icy, I like the Samson element; where would a rock star be without his hair. Reminds me of the hair bands of the 80s.
A rollicking, bollocky good read.
Adam B @revhappiness

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