Lady Art Rock: The Complete Series

By Tia Zen Sin

Tia is the wild girl, partying her way through art school. Meghan wants to put together a rock band. Who cares if Tia can't sing? Meghan wants a good performer, and she knows Tia will be just right. The girls get together, and it's pretty apparent their chemistry will lead them to more than just music. But how will they complete the lineup? Tia's wandering eye might cause conflict as the girls add a drummer, and with Tia's old boyfriends hanging around, there's sure to be complications, and maybe more than a few liaisons for our bisexual party girl. Six connected stories include plenty of desire, plenty of sex, and plenty of college girl partying! Lady Art Rock is for 18+ and NSFW.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tia Zen Sin
• Release date: Apr 26, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463030998

Tia Zen Sin

Tia Zen Sin is a young American visual artist who doubles as an erotica writer. She uses her written work to explore the same themes that inform her visual art: identity, gender, conformity, and so forth. Although Tia likes to experiment with stories using male points of view, much of her work deals with her own experiences, and she often presents herself as a character in her fiction. However, you should not necessarily take her stories as true events. There is always truth in fiction, and fiction in truth.

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Lady Art Rock

Six Stories

By Tia Zen Sin

This edition copyright 2019 Tia Zen Sin

All characters depicted in these works of fiction are eighteen years old or older.

Table of Contents

1 – Partnering Up

2 – Finding the Rhythm

3 – How to Seduce Your Drummer

4 – Under Bright Lights

5 – Make You Mine

6 – You're Going to Love This

Afterward

Partnering Up

Meghan approached me with the idea one night in a bar near campus called The Green Pepper. I was sitting with half a dozen other people, and I'll be the first to admit that I was already getting silly. The Pepper runs a drink special on Thursday nights, and I'd had five gin and tonics by the time she arrived. She squeezed in next to me at the table and tried to talk to me, but instead of listening to her I made kind of an embarrassing scene, hugging her tight and wrapping an arm around her, introducing her to everyone at the table as the girl who went out with Steve after he and I broke up.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't have any bad feelings toward her or anything, and I certainly wasn't jealous over Steve. After all, Meghan only went out with him for a few weeks, and likely broke up with him for the same reasons I did: it was a simple fact that despite being, tall, good looking, good in bed, and generally a fun guy to be around, he was very intellectually shallow, and just couldn't hold a conversation in a one-on-one situation. Yawn.

I guess I just fooled around with Meghan like that because I get loud and demonstrative when I have a few drinks in me. Deep down, at heart, I guess I like being the center of attention, which is actually why Meghan was coming to find me anyway.

I had a few more drinks, and I lost the storyline for a while. I remember seeing her late, not long before the bar was going to close, and she was getting ready to leave. She pulled me aside and put her number into my phone. You're a mess, she said, and you're kinda being an idiot. But I still want to talk to you about this. I'll try you tomorrow. Or call me, if you remember.

You're so pretty, I replied, and I tried to give her a big hug. I'd heard she was open to girls, and since I was drunk at the end of the night, that was my way of putting the moves on her. She was polite about it and slipped away. I'll call you tomorrow, she repeated, and disappeared into the night. What did I do? I'm not sure. I think I went back to the table and carried on. That's probably what I did.

That was the lifestyle at the time. This was still when I was in art school, and everything in life was either about expanding your mind (through study, experience, and substance abuse), creating art, arguing about art, or getting wasted and getting laid. It wasn't a classy time, but it was a fun time, and in a lot of ways it laid a foundation for what was to come. It was a time of doing.

I woke up the next morning with a hangover and a message in my phone to call Meghan. I remembered her being at the Pepper and having a lot of fun with her there, but I couldn't quite remember what it was all about. I figured she would probably be at school that day, so I texted her, suggesting coffee at one of the campus cafes. An hour later, while I was heading out the door to go to school, she texted back to confirm.

Classes were a drag, but anything is a drag with a hangover. I worked on an assignment in painting class, half-dozed through a lecture on the Lascaux cave paintings in art history, and managed to participate in class discussion about interactive performance art in Intermedia. What was it all about? I don't know. You never understand the bigger picture when you're in the moment.

After my third class I stopped into a bathroom and touched myself up a little, reapplying my lipstick and straightening my hair. I didn't look too bad for a wasted Friday. I don't know what it was about Meghan that always made me want to look my best around her. I guess it was because we'd both been with the same guy, and that made me feel competitive toward her. It didn't even matter if neither of us even wanted to be with Steve any more.

There was also the hotness/coolness factor with her. She was one of the prettier girls around the school. She was a natural redhead, with gorgeous pale skin and shining blue eyes. Her hair was a light orange color, strawberry blonde I guess, and she had the most beautiful face and a terrific body. Her breasts were big, and she had long legs, which she showed off with tight jeans and knee-high boots. She was the total package, and like I said, she wasn't just hot; she had coolness going for her as well. She was smart and super-friendly, and creative and wild and open-minded, and all the best things an awesome young artist can be.

So you can understand why I would feel a bit of an inferiority complex around her. Not that I have self-esteem issues or anything. I know I'm good-looking. I have a dark, mysterious beauty, thanks to my heritage, which is all mixed up with Korean and Italian and German blood. I have a slender, sexy body, with great legs and an ass I'm very proud of. My boobs aren't very big, but I'm fit, and besides, a sensual attitude is way sexier than just a big pair of boobs. A smile and a glance can be sexier than big boobs.

But even so, I tidied myself up before meeting Meghan. I like to look good when I'm meeting beautiful people. Don't you?

There's a coffee shop in the East Building. It's a tidy little cafeteria with good lighting, comfy chairs and half-decent coffee. I got there at two-thirty and saw Meghan already there, sitting at a table near one of the windows. She had her feet up on her big comfy chair and a sketchbook in her lap. I came over and dropped my bag down onto the chair across from her.

Hello, beautiful, I said. How's it going?

Pretty good, she said, smiling up at me. Feeling all right?

I've been better, I said. But I like a good hangover. It makes me feel alive. Awful, but alive. I'm going to grab a coffee.

I went and secured a caffeine charge and joined her, slumping down into the big soft chair. So what's up? I asked, sipping at the hot mug. I have no idea what we were talking about last night.

She grinned. Yeah, you were a mess. Do you always get like that at the bar?

Sometimes when there's a drink special, or if there's an occasion. Not every week though.

Yeah, Steve said you were a partier, she said and flipped her sketchbook closed.

I smiled, but I felt a little nervous. Did he tell you a lot about me?

She shrugged. Not that much. Anyway, I wanted to ask you about something else. You're pretty active, right? You like getting out to events and stuff. I see you around quite a bit.

Yeah, I said. That's what it's all about here, right? Getting out and doing stuff, seeing stuff. Getting involved. Why?

Well, she said, I've been trying to get something together, but I've been having a hard time finding people who want to get involved. I wanted to gauge your interest.

I brightened up. She wanted to do a project with me? Sure, I said. What kind of thing is it?

I play guitar, she said. I'm trying to get a band together.

I laughed. Oh my, have you found the wrong person, I said. I am the most non-musical person ever spawned.

I'm not so sure, she said. Look, you wouldn't have to play any instrument or anything. You can dance, right? I've seen you dance at the bar. And you do poetry readings, right?