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Phoenix Rising : Issue #1
Author: S. R. Watson







The dancing lights shining down on me are hot as fuck. My shirt clings to my chest from the sweat. My guys are going hard on the guitar and drums while I deliver these “Have Faith in Me” lyrics. We’re on fire tonight! We rock Club Luxe every weekend, and it never gets old. “So, cling to what you know and never let go…” I make sure to make eye contact with the women standing front and center as I sing because one of them will be my conquest tonight. The eye contact personalizes the experience for them. Or so they think. We’re on the second verse when I spot her. I don’t know how I missed her come-hither eyes or that rack. Even with the lights in my eyes, I can see this sexy brunette with double D cleavage spilling over her midriff top and a skirt so short it barely covers her ass. I wink at her, and she blushes. The women to her right and her left blush too because they mistakenly think that wink was aimed for them. I’m sure they’d be down for a foursome, but this last set has me spent. I’m not in the mood to pleasure three women tonight. No, the sexy brunette is the lucky winner. I pull my shirt off over my head and watch as her eyes narrow. That telltale sign has sealed her fate. She will be on my cock before the bar closes.


Our gig for tonight is finally finished. I’m sitting in this makeshift backstage area designated for us by the bar. The room is a pretty decent size, so I can’t complain. Not to mention, the owner, Steve, has tricked this room out with black and white leather sofas and other contemporary shit we don’t need. All we need is a place to change and store our equipment, but he goes the extra mile to ensure we keep coming back. We fill the house every weekend with mostly horny women, thus bringing in the men too. It’s a win-win. My thoughts are cut short by a timid knock on the door. Bandmates, Killian and Ren, have already left for an after-party with two chicks. Asher was the first to leave. He said something about grabbing a few things from the store before his stepsister arrived tomorrow. It’s after midnight, but okay. The only person who it could be is my pussy for tonight. I had already given the green light to club security to let the brunette through if she came sniffing around backstage. I was beginning to think she wouldn’t show—afraid of the possible rejection. Who am I kidding? I’m sure she is aware of her assets and how to work them. Women like that always get what they want. She is in for a surprise, though, because so do I. When she crosses the threshold of this room, I run the show.


My sexual appetite is unparalleled, and so are my desires. Not every woman is privy to my tastes—I’m selective in that regard. I will have to see how this one behaves. If she submits, I’ll tilt her world on its fucking axis. If she needs persuasion, I’ll let her suck my cock before I show her the door. Those are the terms I live by.

Opening the door, I’m greeted with a wicked smile. Her intentions are written all over her face. “Hi,” she says coyly. I’m not fooled by the innocent act, though.

“Come in. What is your name, sweetheart?” I step aside to let her in. The security guy gives me a thumbs-up before I close the door behind her.

“Shannon,” she purrs. My eyes are drawn to her red lipstick with thoughts of those lips wrapped around my dick. “Nice dressing room,” she adds.

“Thanks. So, what’s on your mind, Shannon?” I ask, getting straight to the reason for her visit. I’ve never been one for pleasantries.

“Excuse me? What do you mean?”

“The reason you’ve come to my dressing room?” I can see she’s trying to hold on to this coy act, but I’m not having it.

“Oh…well. I wanted to meet you. The other guys are great. I’ve been coming here for a while, but tonight was the first time I had a chance to be so close to the stage,” she replies. Such bullshit. I hate liars and women who come back here, only to play innocent.


If you want to fuck me, own that shit. That I can respect. I can smell how wet she is for me, yet she wants to hold on to this illusion of being a good girl. I’m about to shatter this little game she thinks she’s playing.

“Nice meeting you, Shannon, but what I really want is to be sucked off. So, the way I see it, if you’ve gotten what you’ve come for, then there is the door. If you want to get me off, then get on your knees.” I watch as hesitation crosses her face. She’s probably not used to men being so blunt. Instead, she’s used to them being wrapped around her finger. Her hesitation only lasts for a second before a smile crosses those lips. She drops to her knees, and her submission is enough to make me hard. I stroke my cock a few times, so she can watch it grow through my jeans. Her salivation is confirming everything I thought about her. Good girl, my ass. I take my dick out and rub it across her lips to tease her. She opens her mouth to take me in, but I pull back. My show.

“I say when, sweetheart,” I tell her. I tease her a little more until a bead of pre-cum forms at the tip of my dick. She greedily licks it all up. “Open,” I command. She does as I say with enthusiasm, so I let her take me to the back of her throat. Holy shit. Doesn’t she have a gag reflex?


Her expertise at sucking me off has definitely given away that she is not new to this. Fuck, she is amazing. She bobs up and down on my length, and I can feel the tingling in my balls. I’m so close. I grab her by the hair to guide her for a few strokes before I try to pull her away. She refuses to be separated from my dick. I explode in her mouth, and she doesn’t even flinch. She continues sucking and licking until she has every last drop. I let my shit throb for a few seconds while I watch the look of satisfaction on her face. I wasn’t planning on fucking her, but she’s earned it.

“Stand up and take that skirt off.” She quickly stands and does as I say. This one is a quick learner. I reach over and pull her shirt underneath her tits. Damn, they’re completely suckable, but I need to make this quick. The bar will be closing soon, and I need to be out of here before then.

“The panties, too?” she asks.

“Nope.” I turn her around and bend her over the counter. Grabbing a condom from my pocket, I slide it on before pulling her panties to the side. Just as I thought. No priming needed because she’s so wet. I slam into her, and she cries out in ecstasy. I fuck her hard and fast as her knees buckle. I knew this one would like it rough.

“Fuck, yes!” she screams. “Fuck me harder!” After I pound into her a few more times, she’s coming all over my dick. The clench of her pussy is enough to pull me over the edge with her. After I’m done, I peel the condom off.

“Thanks, Shannon. It was really nice meeting you.” I wink. She smiles and begins grabbing her skirt and fixing her clothes. She knows her time has come to an end. I go into the bathroom adjacent from our dressing room to clean up a bit, and when I come back, she is gone. Asher has already taken the rest of my stuff back to the lake house with him, so I don’t have anything to pack up. I grab my helmet from the corner and make my way outside to my bike. We play here again tomorrow night.



Chapter One






This is ludicrous. Possibly the worst idea I’ve had yet. I’ve spent the past few years making sure I was invisible to the opposite sex, and now I’m going to live with four men for the summer. My stepbrother, Asher, has invited me to stay with him and his bandmates at their lake house before classes start this fall. We haven’t seen each other in a few years and have only kept in touch by phone. I really miss Asher, but I question whether I can really go through with this. On the one hand, it is a chance of a lifetime. I will get to observe the journey of his band as they strive to get a record deal. If I’m going to be a music journalist, I need to know every aspect of the music business—not just the glamorous illusion, but also the road to fame. On the other hand, I’m awkward around men. To think about being around four of them absolutely petrifies me. Gah, why do I have to be such a chickenshit? I know Asher won’t let these guys do anything to me. He’s said so himself. They’re all man whores, I’m sure. Their band name, Phoenix Rising, is probably synonymous with rising from some random’s bed rather than from ashes. Either way, if I’m going to be successful in the business, I need to find a way to prohibit my past from crippling me. This just may be the therapy I need—a push out of my comfort zone.

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