Backstage Indecency

By Mercedes Del Ray

Helen is the foul mouthed, hard drinking, drug taking lead singer with The Curves – a struggling rock group who are trying to make it big in the music industry. She’s out of control but hungry for success, and will do just about anything it takes to achieve fame and fortune for herself, and her bandmates.

When Jack, a former musician turned talent scout watches them play support at a gig, he thinks that they have potential. He meets Helen for the first time after their performance, and is bowled over by her despite her reputation. She soon realises that he can help her achieve her dreams - and If it means having to sleep with him in return, she doesn’t consider that a problem.

However Jack is determined to make Helen clean up her act, and begins to use his dominant personality to try and get her to change for the better. She can’t see past the fact that she is six inches taller than him, and won’t take him seriously as a potential partner. Can he overcome her resistance and convince her that if she submits to him, she will get the recognition she deserves?

This book contains swearing and descriptions of sexual acts. It is aimed at a mature audience.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mercedes Del Ray
• Release date: Jun 11, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310047138

Mercedes Del Ray

Mercedes Del Ray was born in London to British parents. The less said about her education the better. After she discovered boys, alcohol and cigarettes at the age of around thirteen, any hopes her father and mother might have had that she would excel academically were dashed.After leaving school, she spent many years working and travelling around the world before settling back in the UK. Along the way she has known many men and has been in a couple of long relationships - with a colourful selection of short term flings.Some of the events she relates in her written works are inspired by her own experiences, others are the product of her fertile and filthy imagination.

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Backstage Indecency

Mercedes Del Ray

Copyright © Mercedes Del Ray 2014

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

This is a work of fiction. The names of the main characters and events are products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contents

Cover

Copyright

Disclaimer

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter One

As Helen stepped up to the mike, she wondered how many more gigs her band would play before they had to accept that their sets were just a pub act. If they didn’t get a break soon, the only way forward would be through menial nine to five drudgery. She was luckier than the others. At least, she enjoyed her day job, but trying to make a living teaching guitar, wasn’t what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. She needed to be out there on stage before an audience, watching her perform the music she loved.

A New York girl with attitude, she stood five-foot eleven in her socks. Helen’s big tits and out there butt, rocked the black leather biker jacket and ripped blue jeans she was wearing. Her long, shaggy black hair with a revealing little white top, and too much makeup completed her intentionally sleazy look.

She stared defiantly at the audience, as she started belting out some of her own compositions while she tried to see what they were doing. Although most of the standing area was dark, she was aware that she had the full attention of most of the men, and the knowledge that many of them would love to fuck her brains out made her nipples hard.

The mounting sexual excitement Helen felt, made her work the stage like a bitch on heat. As she sang she strutted up and down. Whipping the crowd as well as herself, into even more of a frenzy. When she started to get so horny that she became wet between the legs, she rubbed the head of her guitar over her denim covered crotch and in between her thighs, as a sea of mobile phones appeared.

Finally, she threw her jacket down behind her. Most people knew where the set was going because they had seen this from her before – in fact, it was why they were at the gig early. They anticipated her top would come off soon, followed by her bra if it was their lucky night.

However, just as Helen was thinking about lifting her T-Shirt over her head, one of the organisers held up his hand to indicate that the band’s time on stage was done. As the audience gave a roar of disappointment, she walked over to plead their case for a few more minutes. When she blatantly stuck her tits out at him to try to get what she wanted, he readily agreed, but to her intense frustration insisted that there was a condition attached. This was she kept her clothes on.

She reluctantly complied as the band did a couple more numbers to finish up, then they left the stage and headed to the bar. As she had a beer with the guys, she recognised some of the usual people hanging out, but many of the regulars from the music industry were gone. Every time they performed, they saw a few less of the A&R men who might have been able to help them in the past. Declining record sales had seen to that.

To a man standing quietly in the shadows, Helen was the hottest thing he’d ever seen – he’d heard about her band and had decided to come along to the gig and check them out. He knew he could give them something they needed, so the chances were good she would give him the time of day and at least speak to him, even though she could have any man she chose.

Five-foot five with ginger hair and a baby face, Jack’s apparently boy next door charm belied what was lurking beneath the surface. A determined man who knew what he wanted, and usually got it, one way or another. And right now it was Helen that he knew he just had to have. He couldn’t take his eyes off her world class, totally sexy arse and imagined the things he would like to do to it, if she was bent over naked in front of him. His eyes travelled up her slim, toned body to stop at her large but gravity defying breasts - he tried not to stare at them as he felt his excitement growing. The thought of her shiny pink, slutty and utterly fuckable lips wrapped around his cock made it stiffen, as he imagined screwing her in every possible position until she didn’t know what day of the week it was. As his erection grew harder with every image that flashed through his mind, he was forced to look away until it had subsided.

When Jack could step forward without a tell-tale bulge in his jeans, he introduced himself to Helen and offered to buy her a beer. She didn’t hear him at first, and he felt his anger rising at being ignored. However, when he spoke to her again she apologised for not answering, saying she hadn’t heard him the first time and accepted a drink from him.

Although it instantly occurred to her that this little guy was simply trying to hit on her, when he said that he thought The Curves had given the most fantastic,