The Bad Boys of Rock
by Trudi Liss

 Sasha waited by the backstage entrance. Wearing her skimpiest clothes, she hoped to attract the attention of the roadies. If she could convince them to let her in see the band Petra would be so jealous. Petra had taught her the best way to convince any roadie to let her into a dressing room.

Bad boys were notorious for their antics on and off stage. They were a rock band consisting of Tommo, Dick, Stu, Ed and JJ. The press had called for the concerts to be cancelled due to the nature of their shows. The ‘Sick and Twisted’ tour had sold out within hours of being announced. Press reaction had given the band enough publicity to sell out every venue.

A burly roadie approached her. "Move miss!"

"Is there any way I can meet the band? I’d do anything." She spoke with a slight lisp. It made her sound like a naïve schoolgirl. Loosening a button on her top, his attention was drawn to her cleavage.

He reacted exactly as she expected. "Come this way."

Backstage people were rushing around and took little notice of her. Sasha followed him to a small room. It contained a washbasin and toilet, neither of which looked hygienic.

As the roadie locked the door the sound of music could be heard from the stage. Sasha thought he was disgusting, but it would get her into the dressing room. He undid his jeans and as she knelt on her knees, she hoped it would be quick.

"Don’t forget to swallow." He grinned looking down at her head.

Ten minutes later he escorted her to the Bad Boys dressing room. Sasha reached for the mints in her pocket. The band had finished the set and shouts for an encore could be heard. The dressing room was full of bottles of gin, whisky and beer. A huge white mountain of cocaine could be seen on a horizontal mirror placed on a nearby dressing table. She bent over and used the mirror to re-apply her lipstick. Her tight shirt had been cut to show off her taunt stomach. The skirt just reached below her buttocks. Licking her finger she tasted the cocaine, it was good quality.

The door opened and the Bad Boys appeared like gods. Tommo looked incredible in his tight leather trousers. The tattoos on his arms glistened with sweat. He had a well-toned body that she would love to touch. As they closed the door, she began to feel she going to get lucky tonight.

"Hello, sweetheart. How did you get in?"

Her excitement began to show through the flimsy shirt. "I had a chat with a friend. He let me in." They all knew what she had done. Every groupie did the same. It had been worth it to see Tommo. He was more handsome than she had expected.

"He had good taste!" He replied opening a bottle of Jack Daniels. "What’s your poison?"

"Beer will do fine."

As he was talking to her the rest of the band had changed. Stu quietly set up fresh lines of cocaine. He offered her a straw. Sasha declined, she got her thrills from sex, not coke.

"I need this to get through tonight. Tommo, we haven’t much time, the bus leaves soon." Stu paused for a moment. "You expected home tonight?"

"No"

Tommo looked at her body, then glanced to Stu. "Give this pass to the bouncer outside the door. He’ll know what to do."

Sasha had a pass for the tour bus, Petra only ever got invites to the aftershow parties.

The tour bus was the ultimate achievement. Walking out of the dressing room she couldn’t stop grinning. The bouncer looked at her in disgust, but escorted her through the maze of tunnels at the stadium. Outside she saw two tour buses. The first bus was silver, it looked luxurious, unlike her studio apartment. The second completely black, the windows tinted in a similar tone. She was disappointed as the bouncer took her to the second bus.

"They get more privacy in this one."

He looked at her as she climbed on the bus. She reminded him of the usual trailer trash that appeared at every gig. When the boys got what they wanted, she would be discarded.

Sasha heard the door hiss shut behind her. Soon she would be in the presence of her latest idol. She knew some of the reputation was hype. Hopefully some of it was true. Working her way along the bus it surprised her how compact the tour bus was. She sat down in an area with a television and video. Video boxes were placed on shelves over her head. By the video was a cassette box simply labeled ‘two’. As she stood up she noticed a batch of videocassettes were marked in a similar way. Intrigued by this she wondered about turning on the television. Just to see what they watched while traveling, it often revealed more about a person than they realised. Sahsa’s hand moved towards the switch. The hiss of the door attracted her attention. She sat down quickly still holding the beer from earlier. It was impossible to drink. There was a bitter aftertaste, almost metallic.

The first on the bus was Stu, quickly followed by Tommo. Dick, JJ and Ed were talking amongst themselves. When they looked at her, she no longer felt comfortable. Sasha put this down to nerves. Tommo sidled up to her on the seats.

"What do you think of our bus? Did you look around?"

"No, I was finishing my beer. It’s gone warm." She lied. Sasha didn’t want to drink any more.

"Remind me what is your name?"

"Sasha, you never asked originally."

"Stu bring Sasha a fresh beer. Now its time for a proper introduction to the band." Tommo looked seductively at her.

Sasha thanked Stu for the beer as he handed her a fresh drink. Maybe now she could get rid of the taste from her previous drink. JJ sat down by her, drinking a glass of bourbon. She noticed white powder by his nose. No wonder they were all thin, the cocaine they consumed must have left them with little appetite. The dealer made big money from the band’s habit. Sasha avoided cocaine, it was a habit she couldn’t afford. Instead she got her fun from sex.

"JJ’s habits are showing" Tommo laughed. "JJ is the excess man I’m afraid. Now Dick says very little, he’s shy around women. He’s actually a control freak. His wife is in a refuge. Ironic, really, as all he can hit now are the drums."

"You guys are joking, aren’t you?" Sasha didn’t really want to know the answer.

"Moving on, Ed is the gadget man. Secretly, he wanted to film you naked. Now Stu is the chemical expert. He spiked your drink. It will make you relax while you find out what I have in mind." Tommo smiled at her.

She had heard of a date rape drug, but that was fast acting. The last beer tasted ok. If she assumed any of this was true, where could she go? The tour bus was traveling to its new destination.

Dick rolled his eyes at Stu. "Tommo, don’t tease the girl. Ignore him, he likes to wind people up."

Sasha had not achieved her goal. Knowing she risked being dumped in a town without money, she had got on the bus. The fact the band had a dangerous edge added to her excitement. There was no thrill in bedding someone who was a mummy’s boy.

"Do I get a tour of the bus?"

"Tommo, you do it. She didn’t come for our company." Ed winked at him.

"Shall we start the tour with the bedroom?"

Tommo lead her to a boxed off area of the bus. It was like a submarine. There were five bunks with a curtain to pull across for privacy. Her face betrayed her horror. With little room to turn over it would hardly let them screw.

"Don’t worry, we arranged a special area for guests."

He opened what she presumed was a wardrobe. Inside was a double bed covered in red silk sheets. The room had been fitted with a television and video built into the wall. It even possessed air conditioning. She was impressed.

"This is made for entertaining" she exclaimed.

"They even made it soundproof. It lets the others get some sleep. Welcome to your room for the night." Tommo shut the door behind him.

When the door shut low lights came on. His hands touched her exposed stomach. Her body responded to his touch.

"Shall you help me get undressed?" He asked looking at her with pure lust.

"Only after you help me."

Sasha’s clothes seem to drop off her. The silk sheets moved against her skin. She pulled at his waistcoat exposing his chest. Her hands moved lower down to his jeans. She wasn’t disappointed with what greeted her. Now he pulled her to him, sitting her between his legs.

"I’m going to play a video, it will show you what I have in mind."

Sasha was willing to do what he wanted. Petra would be amazed how lucky she was. The newspapers paid well for this. He caressed her as the tape began to play. His excitement became more obvious as the video progressed.

"Now Sasha." He whispered in her ear. "I was joking earlier about Dick. His wife never made it to the refuge!"

His laughed echoed around the enclosed box. The video had now progressed to a woman bound and gagged. Only now did she recognise the room. As his hands slipped a thin rope around her wrists, he started talking again to her. Sasha tried to scream. Her mouth was gagged before any sound could leave.

"You might feel the drug working soon. This is how I get my kicks. Remember,a whore like you won’t be missed. But the guys are recording it. We can watch a re-run later."

She spotted a tiny red light blinking. The images on the screen concentrated on the woman. The man was out of shot. At that point the rapes began. The faces of the band faded in and out of view.

Sitting down in the television area the five Bad Boys watched the screen. Sasha’s body no longer moved. Tommo stood up and once again headed for the bedroom. The body would still be warm.

 ©2002 Trudi Liss