Chapter 22: Party Before Concert. Claire’s Secret

Our first concert venue of our fall tour was St. Petersburg, Florida. Our entourage consisted of about thirty people, plus there’d be the local roadies and other assistants who would flow in and help set up all our equipment and prepare us for our show. What I called our core team flew down in a Grumman Gulfstream V: Crystal, Edie, Terry, Ellen, Claire, Nadia (who swooned when we told her we were taking her to the concert on a private jet), Billy – our band leader, Dan – our publicist, and me. The plane was full. The ride took only two hours to cover 660 miles according to the pilots.

We landed on a 10,000-foot runway at St. Petersburg Clearwater International Airport and taxied into the General Aviation terminal. A stretch limousine met the plane, pulling right up next to the plane after the engines had spooled down and the pilot had opened the door. We all thanked the crew for a smooth ride and perfect landing, and then boarded the limo.

Our first stop was only a few miles away – the St. Petersburg Forum: the venue for our Friday concert the following night. There would be 21,500 people at our concert – a sellout crowd. Neither Crystal nor I had sung in front of a concert audience for six months; Crystal didn’t seem the least bit worried, but I already had butterflies in my stomach at the thought of so many people.

As we pulled into the private road, our long car was dwarfed by the huge arena that hosted concerts, hockey, and other sports. We were met by a security guy, and a man who oversaw the concerts at the arena named Cal Becket. Both walked us into and around the Forum. About forty roadies were setting up the stage and seats in the VIP and other floor sections. We shook hands with some of them and thanked them for their help. Cal looked appreciative for the attention we gave them.

Crystal, Billy, and I climbed on stage, and got familiar with the access and egress paths, as well as our view of the arena. Billy assessed where the various amps, control stations, and musical instruments would go. He also checked for electrical connections, and talked to one of the audiovisual guys about the large-screen projection and the arena’s sound system.

While we were doing our walk-through, the rest of the band members and crew arrived. They’d come down in two special tour buses, followed by two semi-trailer trucks loaded with enough speakers and amps to blow you into the next country.

We finished our walk-through about six o’clock, reconnected with our limousine, and got chauffeured to the Vinoy Renaissance Hotel on the downtown waterfront. After that, we were on our own for the rest of the night. Terry and Ellen made sure all our luggage got to the right places. The rest of us waited for them in the a bar area that showed the elegance of the restored building with rich dark woods and comfortable surroundings. I left for a few minutes and arranged for dinner for the nine of us.

Over drinks I caught up with Billy, our band leader, and Dan. Billy Cavanaugh was a perfectionist musician in his thirties with a sense of humor that reached to the moon; he was an uplifting guy to be around because he could see the humor in any bad situation. He kept us all level headed with his pragmatism, too. As far as music was concerned, he could take a mundane tune and turn it into a symphony with any style of music you wanted.

If you wanted to meet a guy you liked instantly, it was Dan. Dan retained the enthusiasm of his youth despite having just turned thirty. He loved sports of all kinds, both spectator sports as well as participation sports. I ran with him occasionally, and he was one of the few people that I had trouble keeping up with. Dan, too, loved to party but otherwise he seemed to be a clean-living kind of man.

I hadn’t seen Billy or Dan for casual talk for over six months. They both wanted to hear about my rescue of Jill Danes in Nicaragua, and by now I had the story down cold so I could tell an exciting version in one, two, five, ten, or twenty minutes. I gave them the ten-minute version much to their delight.

We jawed for over and hour, and then continued in the main dining room at a large round table for two more hours. Crystal had us arrange ourselves around the table in a boy-girl seating: Crystal, Terry, Edie, Nadia, Billy, Ellen, Dan, Claire, and me. She’d read the chemistry well because we each fell into great conversations not only with everyone else, but with the people on either side of us.

About ten o’clock, the maitre d’ made the not too subtle suggestion that we call it a night, at least as far as the restaurant was concerned. We were the last customers in the place. Crystal suggested we continue our get together in our suite, so we all took the elevator upstairs to our suite – a center ‘living room’ with a complete TV and audio system, and four large bedrooms with king-size beds off the central room. Originally, it had been booked for Crystal and me, Edie, Nadia, Claire, and Ellen. Terry, Dan, and Billy had more simple rooms elsewhere on the same floor.

I wasn’t sure what Crystal had in mind until she dimmed the lights in the living room, and dialed up an adult movie on the television that turned out to be a first-class porn film named ‘Virgin Cowgirls’ – except I never saw any virgins in the entire ninety-minute film.

The women seemed to be in on the idea of group seduction. Knowing the four of them as I do, I read the signals quite quickly, and Terry did, too. Dan and Billy, however, went through quite a few awkward moments as they tried to figure out the agenda for the rest of the evening without looking like total assholes or geeks. As the guys tried to figure out where to sit in the room, including whether to face the TV or not, the girls had looks of amusement on their faces. It became clear that they were in charge.

Ellen and Edie eventually grabbed Dan’s hand, and led the handsome young man to the other end of the long sofa that Crystal and I sat on. Nadia suggested to Billy that they sit together on the other sofa, with Terry and Claire. The arrangement put Nadia and Ellen closest to the TV, followed by Billy and Dan and Edie.

As everyone turned to watch the hot action on the television, Crystal and I had a perfect view of our couch-mates, as well as the scene on the long facing sofa. Terry and Claire had the mirror image. This arrangement, coupled with the intimacy that Terry and I had shared previously with the women proved irresistible.

In seconds after sitting, Terry and Claire were locked in a lover’s embrace trying to tickle each other’s tonsils with their tongues. Crystal and I followed their lead. I squinted at the other two couples, and I could tell the women were about to strike.

On the TV screen, a lovely blond had started to fellate two men simultaneously. The scene was messy and noisy with moans and words of encouragement from the males.

I watched as Nadia took Billy’s arm and wrapped it around her in a way so his hand fell squarely on her breast. Ellen and Edie duplicated the move with Dan until he cupped each of their breasts. Both men looked around at Terry and me to test whether to be embarrassed. Terry had already started to remove Claire’s top, and I had most of Crystal’s shirt unbuttoned. Billy gawked as I bared Crystal’s breasts. Dan got wrapped up in a long kiss with Ellen.

I already knew that Nadia wore no bra because all day she had jiggled in just the right way to hold my attention. As soon as Billy ‘got the message,’ she helped him remove her top. Her gorgeous melons appeared to the delight of all the men ... and all the women for that matter.

I heard Dan and Edie whispering, and I could only guess the conversation. Ellen’s breasts appeared at the same time I bared Crystal’s. Terry and Claire were still fiercely making out. Only seconds later, a flurry of clothes hit the carpet between the two sofas until nine people were completely nude and hands were flying over every body as the passion exploded in the room.

Crystal grabbed my cock and then reached across Edie and held Dan’s cock for a moment. She started to massage and arouse the two of us simultaneously, not that either of needed more arousal. Dan had a look of disbelief on his face. Edie took over from Crystal, as Ellen knelt beside Dan trying to force her tongue down his throat; Dan fondled each of their breasts. I leaned in and had a little tongue duel with Crystal as I started to stroke and pinch her nipples.

Crystal pulled away, gave me a lecherous look, and then turned to the other sofa and in a low voice whispered, “Blow jobs.” I watched as Ellen, Edie, Nadia, and Claire all pounced on the cocks in front of them, swallowing and tonguing the already erect shafts. Crystal went down on me, her gorgeous eyes looking up at me as she fellated my hardness.

After a minute or two, Crystal pulled off me, turned to the room and in a low voice said, “Switch.”

Each girl rose from their partner and moved clockwise by one man. Crystal went to Dan, Ellen and Edie moved to Billy – much to his delight to suddenly have two nude women beside him with hungry mouths, Nadia to Terry, and Claire came to fellate me. I about came just from the change in sensations that Claire brought. Every time Claire did something like this with me, I felt that there was some mystery about her I still needed to know about.

I had begun to see a pattern of behavior, particularly when, a minute later, Crystal again said, “Switch,” and the women again shifted around our circle. Claire went to Dan, Nadia came to me, Ellen and Edie stalked Terry – although they’d had a threesome with him a few days earlier, and Crystal engulfed Billy for the first time with her mouth. A moment later, another shift occurred.

At this point, the erections of the four men were not only granite hard, but purple in anticipation and the ache of expectancy. I watched as Crystal assessed the situation from Terry’s lap. She whispered again, “Time for a little ‘eat me’ action on the women guys.” Crystal leaned back on the far sofa, and spread her legs. She directed Terry’s head to her snatch; I could see her eyes roll up into her head as Terry’s talented tongue struck out at her slit.