Cassie could sense the ugly vibe in the crowd, reaching out with its tentacles to draw in unsuspecting concertgoers. When the band began playing their thirty-minute version of Dazed and Confused, they could sense it as well. 

Drunk knuckleheads were pressing forward to get closer. Cassie had worked her way to the front of the crowd and now regretted it as she was pressed against the barricade separating the audience from the stage. 

“Back off!” she shouted, her green eyes flashing with anger, but nobody could back off, even if they wanted to. A burly security guard held his arms out and corralled Cassie’s waist, lifting her over the barricade to safety.

“Thank you!” she bawled in his ear, and he nodded.

On stage, Robert Plant pleaded, “Take it easy, take it easy!” just before the band transitioned into San Francisco.

“That way!” the security guard yelled, indicating the side of the stage with a jerk of his head. Cassie skulked along the narrow pathway until she reached the corner of the stage. Another security goon waved her towards the backstage area, away from the crowd. Cassie, puzzled, followed his directions and found herself in a dingy hallway with asbestos-lined pipes running overhead.

“Oh, this goes to the locker rooms!” she realized, thinking back to three years earlier when she helped the Bruins celebrate winning the Stanley Cup.

A few fans were being herded towards an exterior door by a security guard announcing “If anyone wants to leave, you can exit the building heah!” He took a look at Cassie, with her tousled copper curls, pretty face, tight t-shirt, and cutoff denim hip-huggers. “Miss, wait a second.”

Cassie, puzzled yet again, hung back as the other concertgoers exited the Boston Garden by the rear door onto a dimly lit, deserted street. After the door closed behind them, the security guard flashed her a wolfish smile. Cassie quirked an eyebrow at him, wary but intrigued.

“Miss—”

“It’s Cassie.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Say, didn’t you pretend to be Hawaiian one time so you could get into the lockah room?”

Cassie’s eyes widened. “You’ve got a good memory!” she laughed.

“What can I say? I nevah fuhget a pretty face,” he admitted with a shrug. “Now Cassie, I know you like havin’ a good time,” he continued. “How would you like to join the fellas backstage?”

Now it was Cassie’s turn to flash a foxy smile. “It wouldn’t be my first time,” she smirked.

“It’s settled then,” he grinned, then held out his elbow for her. “My name’s Ed.”

“Such a gentleman,” Cassie teased as she grasped the crook of his arm and allowed him to escort her down the corridor.

When they arrived at the locker room, he opened the door, extended his hand with a flourish, and waved her inside. She stood on her tiptoes, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and said, “Ed, maybe I’ll see you later?”

“Maybe you will,” he chuckled, then turned and strode back to his post.

Inside the locker room, Cassie looked around through the haze of cigarette smoke. Sweaty roadies were drinking beers and eating food from a buffet table, and a couple of strung-out girls were lounging around in their underwear. The one with dirty blonde hair dragged one eyelid open and muttered, “Hey, Red,” before closing it again.

“Jiminy Crickets!” Cassie thought to herself as she crept away. “It’s the skank from the MIT graduation party!”

“Oi, luv, just got in, did ya?” a roadie asked, handing her a can of beer.

“Yeah, thanks.” Cassie winked and took a swig. “So what do you guys do for fun back here?” Indicating the two ladies sprawled on the couch, she whispered, “You haven’t done something to them, have you?”

“Fackin’ ‘ell, those slags? Nah, just lookin’ at ‘em’s enough to give ya the clap,” he sneered, finishing his own beer and tossing the can in the general direction of the trash bin. “So, luv, what’d ya have in mind?”

Cassie looked from side to side theatrically before replying. “I’m always down for sucking a few cocks…”

“Oh yeah?” the roadie roared with laughter.

“...as long as everybody pees on me, too.”

“Well, bugger me!” he roared again. “Let me show ya to the changing rooms.”

“That’s all right, I know the way. You go find some more guys.”

He smiled and swatted her on the ass as he lumbered off. “Oi, mates!”

Cassie glided into the back of the locker room near the showers and stripped naked. Folding her clothes into a small pile, she placed them in front of a locker and grabbed a towel from a nearby stack. Settling herself in the corner of the shower room, she knelt on the folded towel and waited, contemplating the rusty stains running down the disgusting tiled walls. A minute later, the roadie returned, holding a red silk scarf.

“Erm, luv…”

“Cassie.”

“Cassie? I’m Dougie. Erm, Cassie, I’ll need ya to wear this blindfold—some of the blokes have wives.”

“Aw!” Cassie pouted. “And miss seeing all the fun?”

“I know, I know,” Dougie snickered. “But we’ll make sure ya feel it. And smell it, if that’s yer thing.”

“And taste it,” Cassie laughed. “All right, fine,” she huffed, holding out her hand for the scarf.

“It really is yer colour,” Dougie complimented her as she wrapped the scarf around her head and tied it in the back. “No peekin’, luv, okay?”

“Just bring it on home, Dougie.”

Hearing him unzip his fly, she opened her mouth expectantly. Dougie flopped his sweaty cock onto Cassie’s tongue and she licked the underside before grasping the shaft in her fist and pumping it slowly. Over the cacophony of people eating, drinking, and swearing, she heard the music grow louder for a few seconds and realized that the outer door must have opened briefly. Jimmy Page was onstage soloing, whacking his guitar with a violin bow. With her sight impeded, she paid more careful attention to what she could hear: more feet shuffling into the showers, voices murmuring.

Cassie focused on slobbing Dougie’s nob, placing her palms on his thighs and bobbing her head up and down on his hard shaft, but then he pulled himself away.

“Cassie, I’m givin’ the other blokes a go; that all right?”

“Sure!” Cassie chirped. “Line ‘em up!”

Hearing someone take Dougie’s place in front of her, she opened her mouth again and was immediately rewarded with a fat cockhead being placed inside. She licked and sucked it before sinking her lips lower onto the shaft and rhythmically stroking it with her steamy mouth. After a moment, her paramour emitted a groan and pumped a half dozen spurts of hot cum into her mouth. Cassie gulped it all down, smacking her lips in satisfaction.

“Are you going to pee for me?” she giggled.

“Be patient, luv,” she heard Dougie say from off to the side. “Give ‘im a chance to recover.”

A few seconds later, Cassie felt a trickle of warm water on her pert tits and smelled the acrid scent of piss wafting up to her nostrils. “Yes!” she cried out. “Give it to me!”

When he finished, her beau leaned down, gave her a light kiss on the cheek, and whispered in an English accent, “You are a golden goddess.”

Cassie heard him zip up and withdraw, only to be replaced by another bloke. Cassie opened her mouth and felt his dick slap onto her tongue. The outer door opened and she heard Jimmy Page still soloing. She pistoned her mouth on her new man’s cock for a couple of minutes until he placed his rough, calloused hands at the base of her skull, then groaned “Crikey!” as he fired multiple blasts of cum into the back of her mouth, which she downed eagerly.

“Mmm, delicious!” Cassie beamed, running her tongue around her molars. “Now for the chaser!” she added, throwing her mouth wide open. She was soon rewarded with a stream of hot piss splattering on her tongue. “Ogga-glogga-glogga,” she gurgled and gargled as she swallowed.

When he was done taking the piss, he zipped up and stepped away, only to be replaced by another bloke. A moment later, the outer door opened and she heard Robert Plant on stage crooning “Aah, aah, push!” while Jimmy Page continued noodling on his guitar.

This went on for at least another half hour. Cassie lost count of how many cocks she sucked, and she didn’t care; she was in bliss because each load of hot cum was followed by a load of equally hot piss.

“Say, Dougie,” Cassie whinged, “Can I take off this blindfold when it’s your turn again? I already know what you look like.”

“Sure, luv,” he chuckled. “Let’s take care of that right now. I think yer’ve tugged every todger in the room.”

After Dougie took his turn, fucking her face and pissing on her trim tits, Cassie asked him to find the security guard, Ed. “He was such a gentleman,” Cassie pointed out, “and he’s the one who brought me in here instead of sending me home.”

“All right, I’ll get ‘im,” Dougie laughed. “Then ya should probably take a break, eh, luv?”

When he returned with Ed, Cassie smiled and said, “I told you I’d see you again!”

“That you did,” Ed chortled as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his thick dick. Cassie sucked his stiff cock until he grabbed her head and dumped a prodigious load of sperm down her throat. Cassie’s eyes lit up as he pulled out, but she scrunched them shut tight before he began pissing on her face and chest.

As he finished, Ed caressed the top of Cassie’s head, rumpling her damp red mop of hair. “Thanks for thinkin’ of me, my Hawaiian harlot.”

“I’m Irish, and you know it,” Cassie giggled, blinking and wiping her eyelids with her fingertips.

“Well, Cassie, thanks again. I’d bettah get back out theah. We’re gonna end the concert early because the crowd’s out of control.”

“Yeah, no Moby Dick tonight,” Dougie chimed in. “But yer’ve probably had enough dick for one night, eh, luv?”

“I guess so,” Cassie snorted. “But now I’m worried about getting home. I rode the subway here, but I don’t feel safe leaving by the back door and walking around to the T station. This is a pretty seedy neighborhood.” The area around North Station was teeming with dirty bookstores and peep shows; walking past The Pussycat Lounge by herself at 10 PM would have been either the bravest thing she had ever done, or the most foolish.

“I don’t blame ya,” Dougie concurred. “It’s fackin’ bedlam out there. Look, if ya don’t have anyplace else to be tonight…”

“Yes?” Cassie coaxed him, batting her eyelashes as she knelt on her sopping wet towel, reeking of piss.

“...why don’t ya let us bring ya to our hotel? We’ll pull the limos up to the back door, nice and safe, then ya can spend the night and go home in the morning.”

“That sounds great! Uh, I’d better rinse off before I get in a limo, though.”

“Right then, let’s get ya sorted,” Dougie agreed with a smile. “I’ll fetch ya some soap and a flannel.”

“Thanks,” Cassie laughed. “I’ll want to be fresh for my encore!”