TheDeSades First Assignment
Ok, This is rough. I am posting it after only two re-reads and re-writes. But, I am doing this intentionally so see if I am on the right track.
This one isn't necessarily erotic. It is actually the first part of the first chapter of what could be a Sc-Fi based erotic bdsm novel or novellette. Don't know yet.
Ok. . tear it apart. Take it down. Give it to me straight.
Time Trap
Kurt drummed on the steering wheel of the car, stopping occasionally to beep the horn impatiently. The stereo was working overtime as it played the third track of the latest CD put out by the band they were off to see that night. Time Trap had put out a succession of hit singles in the past few months and everyone had heard the rumor that they would have a special surprise at the concert tonight. It was, after all, the last concert on the tour schedule and tickets were scalped for hundreds of dollars all over town.
Rapping on the horn button one more time, he turned to the passenger.
“Jen, get out and go see what the fucking hold up is. We’re gonna be late and miss the first set at the concert.”
The slightly built young woman looked lazily at him, rolled her eyes and then reached for the door handle. All at once, the front door of the house burst open and another couple came bounding toward the car. Piling into the back seat the man whooped and slapped the driver on the back of the head.
“On ward, Jeeves. To the concert post haste!”
Grimacing into the rear view mirror Kurt, spoke in a dower tone.
“Yeah, yeah. If you two had been ready we would already be there.”
“Don’t look at me. If Miss, ‘I gotta look just right’ hadn’t changed clothes three times we wouldn’t be late.”
Beside him, the dark skinned woman of indeterminate nationality glared at him.
“Like you weren’t totally no help!” Turning her back to him she gazed out the window as the car sped along the interstate toward the arena. She felt a hand touch her shoulder and, without moving, looked to see his face in the reflection in the window glass.
“Shele, babe, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. Come on, don’t get mad. Man, we are gonna have a fuckin BLAST tonight!”
Turning slightly, she looked at him and then a small smile played across her face.
“Yeah, we are gonna get totally blasted. Kurt, do you have any idea what the surprise is that everyone has been talking about?”
Shaking his head as he concentrated on driving the car he told them. “Nope, not a clue. I’ve heard everything from free CD’s to a totally new song. I just wanna be there when it happens.”
Jennifer, half turned to face the back seat, looked at Michelle. “Babe, you look good enough to eat. That outfit is fantastic. If you don’t get a glance from one of the band tonight, you would have to be naked to get it done!”
Grinning broadly from ear to ear, Michelle turned to show off the outfit. The leather corset caused her firm full breasts to stand high and emphasized her already small waist. The black leather skirt just barely covered her neatly shaved sex. Holding up one leg so that everyone in the car could see she asked. “You don’t think the thigh high boots are too much, do you?”
Kurt, hearing the question, turned to look over the seat, his eyes taking in the visual feast. The long leather clad leg stretched across the seat causing the short skirt to ride up giving him an unimpeded view. Licking his lips he gazed at the sight until the blaring of horns turned his attention back to the road and the car that the had nearly sideswiped.
“Holy GEZUSSSSSS!” shouted Paul from the back seat. ‘Christ, Shele, put your damned leg back down before he kills us all. He will get to see all he wants of that thing later anyway.”
Everyone broke into short knowing laughter as the car slowed to turn into the parking lot of the arena. In the distance, they could see the dome of the huge arena glowing in the last rays of the setting sun. A sea of cars stretched out before them. Quickly finding a vacant parking place, the four tumbled from the car and headed for the door of the arena, eagerly anticipating the night of music, fun and, ultimately, rough and rowdy sex.
Breathlessly, the four approached the doors, burst through and headed for the concourse of the arena. Running hard for fear they would be late and miss the first part of the show, none of them realized that something was seriously amiss.
No one stopped them to ask for their tickets. No one stood behind or in front of the concession stand. There were no crowds to fight through to get to the floor. In fact, for a rock concert, the place was an absolute tomb.
Sliding around the turn to go down the ramp to the floor, the four laughed, pushed and shoved one another playfully. Kurt, taking an opportunity, slid a hand under Michele’s skirt and goosed her bare bottom. Watching her jump and then squeal, he grinned broadly. At the bottom of the ramp, however, he slowed and stopped.
“What the hell is this?”
Looking out over the huge floor of the arena, Kurt could see the stage at the far end, brightly lit and set with equipment for a concert. The vast floor spread out before them, empty except for the occasional shoe and a couple of t-shirts tossed casually on the floor.
“Where the hell is everybody . . . and where the hell is the band?”
The four surveyed the eerie scene. Standing together each looked and tried to comprehend the confusing sight.
Jennifer, standing half behind Kurt and holding his hand tightly spoke with a shake in her voice.
“Did they cancel the concert?”
From behind her Paul whispered as if afraid to disturb the deafening quiet of the arena.
“If they canceled the concert, why are all the cars still here? And where are the roadies and the clean up crew? Something ain’t right here and I think we oughta get the hell out ahere right now!”
“No!” Kurt spoke with a quick shake of his head. “Something is going on here and I want to know what it is.”
Pulling back on his hand urging him back up the ramp, Jennifer whined. “Kurt, please, this is just to weird. I’m freaked. Let’s go.”
In the mean time, Michelle, always the adrenaline junky, started across the empty floor, calling over her shoulder as she went.
“Come on you pussies. Let’s go see if anyone is back stage. This is too cool for words. It almost makes me wet!”
Looking at Paul, Kurt pulled on Jennifer, urged her forward, and the three tentatively followed the adventurous Michelle into the darkness of the arena floor.
