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My Immortal	By : mark88 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Evanescence Views: 3196 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Evanescence. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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BACKSTAGE PASS

“CHRIST, TOURNIQUET, MY SUICIDE!!!!!” As the petite woman on stage belted out the last words to the song her audience bounced up and down in appreciation. The guitarists made the most of ending the song to allow Amy Lee to get some rest. The last chords rang out from the heavily distorted guitars and the thousands of fans screamed their lungs out. I was in the pit, right in front of the stage in amongst a couple of hundred obsessed Evanescence fans. The gorgeous, perfect figure of Amy Lee began to speak, gaining the crowds immediate attention.

“WOOHOO!!! Ok, now we’re going to do My Immortal!” The audience roared in agreement and quietened as she spoke up again, “We need one member of this great crowd up on stage for this! Which lucky person will it be? I have one ticket here from the pit!” As she spoke a chair, ornately furnished with gothic headrest was brought out onto the stage. She ignored the goings on behind her and continued talking “The ticket is for a man named…” this pause seemed infinite, “Jake North” There was a moments pause as the audience processed this information. Then I realised that I was Jake North.

My jaws hit the floor, I called out in front of a silenced auditorium and a security guard made his way towards me. My legs turned to jelly as I was hauled over the barrier and guided onto the stage. I glanced out towards the watchful audience grateful for the bright lights blocking them from my view. I stumbled towards the smiling Amy and felt my insides turn to mush. She was gorgeous. Underneath those gothic clothes and appearance she was a beautiful woman, and even with the face paint she looked sexy. She reached ond tnd took my hand, guiding me over to the chairs. She motioned for me to sit down, and then to my complete surprise, just as the opening notes on the piano sounded, she sat on my knee.

I tried to suppress my glee. Here I was, sitting on stage at an Evanescence concert and I had Amy Lee sitting on my lap. She was staring out into the audience which was alight with the flickering lighters and glow-sticks. Her sweet voice filled the arena and lulled the spectators into awe. My mind drifted away with the beautiful music and before I knew it she had stopped singing and allowed the band to take over.

“Here,” she whispered hurriedly, “take this. It’s a back stage pass. Come to my dressing room after the concert.” She winked and giggled sexily, before turning to the audience to resume singing. I glanced at the piece of card in my hand, amazed at what had just happened. The song ended to a tumult of applause from the entranced crowd. I was slowly guided off stage by security and I returned to my position in the pit, back stage pass hidden in my pocket.

The rest of the concert was a blur. I was too busy thinking of the card in my pocket and wondering what Amy Lee had in mind. The concert ended, encore and all and I began to work my way through the crowd towards the area guarded by two big, burly guards. They stick out there hands as I approached, but I pulled out the piece of card and showed it to them. After a moments hesitation they let me through. I wandered through the whitewashed corridors behind the stage, it was a maze! So many corridors. Somehow I made it to the dressing rooms, two doors, each with dressing room in gold writing screwed into the door. One had a piece of paper saying Evanescence on it. I was about to chap that door when the piece of paper on the neighbouring door caught my eye. It said Amy Lee. That would be it. I walked over to it and chapped the door. Her sweet voice called out from within.

“Who is it?” To which I replied with my name and I reminded her who I was, just in case. I heard her footsteps approach the door and it was thrown open. My mouth fell open. There in front of me was that same singer from the concert. But she was a totally different person. No makeup and no big clothes. In fact, as my eyes took in the whole scene in front of me I realised she had almost no clothes on at all: just a black lacy bra which showed off her perfect tits, and a skimpy black thong, which didn’t hide her shaved lips. Be I h I had a chance to say anything she had grabbed my top and had yanked me into the room, locking the door behind her. She pulled my face down and she kissed me, a frantic, passionate kiss, our tongues duelling in the middle. She pulled my top up and over my head, exposing my slightly muscular chest.

We resumed kissing as we staggered over to the couch in her dressing room. She pushed me down on to it, my mind still recovering from the shock of my situation. She rar har hands over my chest and planted gentle kisses over my nipples. My hands reached round the front of her and began playing with her tits through her bra. She was working slowly down my chest to my stomach, playing with the fastening on my jeans. She freed the catch on my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles, leaving my in a pair of shorts, which she soon had following my jeans. My cock stood proud, all seven inches exposed. She gave a mischevious giggle and ran her tongue len length of its shaft causing me to moan ever so slightly. I had never had a blow job in my life, but now seemed a very good time to start. She took my balls in her mouth and licked the skin tenderly. I moaned again, a bit louder. I looked down at the sexy woman who was teasing me. I begged her with my eyes to put my piece in her mouth. She gave me my wish.

She licked the tip of it lightly, causing pleasure to sweep through my body. She took the head in her mouth and covered it with her saliva. She finally began bobbing up and down, taking all of it in her sweet mouth. Each movement brought me more and more adrenaline and pleasure into my system. I was moaning more and more, as she bobbed faster and faster. I put my hands on the back of her head and pushed her down upon my bursting cock. I couldn’t hold out much longer and I didn’t know if she would want me cumming in her throat. A few more moments and I didn’t care any more, I was in heaven, Amy Lee bobbing upon my cock. I was staring down into her eyes which were grinning up at me. I tore my gaze away from her as my semen shot up my shaft and filled her mouth with it. I moaned and groaned as more and more cum filled her mouth and she swallowed it all. KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Amy?” A male voice called into the room, “are you ready to go?” I looked at her. She called back, carefully as her mouth still had the last of my cum in it.

“Oh sorry guys, I took to long in the shower,” she lied, “just go on without me and I’ll meet you at the club.” There was a grunt of acknowledgment from the door and the male walked away. Amy started laughing and kissed me, the last of my cum having disappeared down her throat.

“Why?” was the only thing I could say. She just grinned and asked if I was complaining. I laughed and told her I most certainly was not. I thanked her and got up to get dressed and leave.

“Where are you going?” she asked, “get dressed, your coming to the club with us.” She winked at me…

TO BE CONTINUED
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