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Spring 1982	By : Shimmerrain69 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Journey Views: 1272 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Steve Perry or members of Journey or their crew, I do not get paid for any story I write about said singer/band. This is pure fiction.

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Fresh off the stage, the band made their way to the hotel. Weary, but still wired from the performance, Steve went to his room alone, unlike his band mates who had a few young ladies trailing behind them. As usual Steve had to beat them off with a stick, with promises to make up for it next time they rolled into town. It took some convincing but he was finally able to close the door on them. He breathed a sigh of relief and stood against the door for a couple seconds. This was mostly unlike him, he’d usually have 1 or more women picked out and in his bed, but that night he wanted to eat his cold pizza and drink his room temperature beer and fall asleep with the TV on. He chuckled to himself thinking it was something wrong with him, when the lure of sweet young ass didn’t always get his blood racing.
Pam and I didn’t stand with the other women who were ushered to the 10^th floor of the hotel. We were told to wait until the commotion in the hall settled down and he’d get us into Steve’s room. The man; never found out his name, went to listen at Steve’s door, feeling the coast was clear he waved us down to him. “I believe he’s in the shower and he’s usually in there about 20 minutes. I looked at the man strangely not understanding why he would know this bit of information. He took out, what looked to be a duplicate key and let us in telling us to stand in front of the bathroom door. The man seemed to glean pleasure out of what he was sure to come. He looked a bit past his prime and I’m sure he was living vicariously through Steve and the other band mates.
Steve had gone into the bathroom and peeled off his tight pants that clung to him like a second skin. He couldn’t wait to wash the sweat off. He tested the stream of water with his hand before stepping into the shower. He allowed the warm water to soothe him as he soaped up and rinsed off. He grabbed a towel before stepping completely out of the shower and wrapped it snuggly around his narrow hips, and another to briefly dry his hair. Opening the door he was startled to find us standing in his room. “How’d you get in here?” He asked perplexed, opening the door for us to exit. But we stood our ground. “We’re not going anywhere, Mr. Perry. We drove over 2 hours to see you up close and personal.” Pam lied, hoping he’d be less likely to throw us out of the room “Ok you see me, here’s the door.” He did a shove motion to the door. We refused to budge, well actually Pam refused; she was my ride home. “God you’re beautiful.” I told him without thinking. “I know this.” Steve said arrogantly. “You’re a cocky bastard too I see.” I was feeling bold for some reason, to this day can’t believe I said that to him “I’m aware of that as well, but you are trespassing in my room.” Was his response, then he gave us a once over with his eyes and I guess had second thoughts because he reclosed the door. We were unaware that a couple of the crew members were standing in the hall outside his door; I later found out this was something they did to break up the boredom of the gig listening to the band members getting sexed up, that is unless they were getting tail themselves. I doubt that Steve ever found out that his crew betrayed him by letting us into his room.
The crew and some of the band members always heckled him about not taking more advantage of the easy pussy. Steve usually ignored them, He’d had more women than he cared to count or even remember, but some nights after a show, he just wanted solitude. When Steve motioned us to the bed, we went eagerly. “What are you names?” Steve asked. “You can use fake names, I won’t remember by morning anyway.” Pam looked at the clock by the side of the bed. “It is morning.” She winked. It was a quarter past 1. “I’m Pam, don’t you remember me?” “Honestly I don’t.” He said. Pam was disappointed but she really couldn’t expect Steve to remember every woman who’d ever given him a blow job. “I’m Christine” Steve seemed to like what he saw, we were a few years younger than him. Both of us stood a couple of inches taller than him in heels. “I like your top.” Steve said looking at it and my breasts. I was larger than Pam in that regard. We didn’t take any time getting out of our clothes. Steve assumed position, sitting on the edge of the king sized bed watching the “show”. His eyebrows shot up signifying his appreciation of our bodies, I was thankful I’d finally gotten serious about the 5 pounds I wanted to lose. We stepped close to him, looking deep into his expressive eyes; I was still in a trance that I was even that close to him. You think seeing him in pictures is a treat, or on video, but looking at him just inches from his face, his eyes are hypnotizing. Pam got on her knees in front of Steve and undid his towel. It didn’t take much coaxing to get him erect and with a craft she’d perfected over the last couple of years she gently cradled the base of his penis and deep throated him and slowly drove him out of his mind as her head bobbed up and down on his member. He inhaled sharply and fell back on his elbows, closing his eyes, leaving himself open to me. I was hesitant at first, Scott was the only guy I’d ever kissed, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go beyond that. Rock star or not.
I kissed and nipped at his neck before moving to the lips that brought out every human emotion through musical lyrics, just hours before. He was a very good kisser, but I was positive he’d had plenty of practice. I was totally fascinated by his neck and even though some women didn’t like him because of his nose, I couldn’t picture him any other way, it was perfection to me. When I applied pressure to his neck he said “No hickeys.” Pam continued her assault below, using her saliva as lubrication as she brought him to the brink of climax.
Two of the crew members were still listening outside the door like mischievous boys to Steve’s low moans of pleasure as the women worked him over. Steve would have been beyond pissed to know this, but he was blissfully unaware, as he grabbed the back of Pam’s head and bucked his hips upwards as she pumped her head up and down, taking his member all the way to the back of her throat. Pam wanted to taste his lips desperately, she stood up and she and I took turns kissing him. Pam grabbed a condom from her purse. He repositioned himself on the bed so that he was laying length wise. Pam mounted him. Slowly she slid herself on to his penis. Up and down she rode. Steve being a gentleman, held out so Pam could achieve her orgasm. He facilitated it by using his thumb in a circular motion on the right spot as his other hand massaged one of her breast. After a few minutes she threw her head back and let loose as waves of pleasure washed over her body. I continued to kiss Steve even as he shouted out expletives as the orgasm took control of his senses.
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