Misc. Erotica Rockstar Harem

The three of us made sweet love together, our bodies harmonizing as one. An hour later, I found myself in the shower, humming one of our songs happily to myself when someone popped their head in.

“Hey, Mom?” Heather asked.

“Yes, honey?” I felt trepidation about what had transpired, not an hour before. Not shame or guilt as I might have two weeks back, but the last thing I wanted was the growing closeness with my girl to be ruined.

“I just wanted to say break a leg today. Jen and I are heading in early with Morgan to make sure everything is ready for you guys, so we might not see you guys until you get backstage,” she stepped into the bathroom letting the door close behind her, “I also wanted to say I love you, and nothing will change that, I hope you know that.”

“Of course, it won’t,” I said, sliding the glass door open slightly and peeking out, “Heather… you look gorgeous!”

“You like?” She grinned and twirled, the skirt on her green dress flaring wide, the color-matched the gold of her hair and cream of her skin perfectly, its upper half hugging her incredible curves and the lower half flaring out, allowing her legs to flash as she walked. “Dillon practically swallowed his tongue when he saw me in it.”

“Honey, there is something you should know,” I prepared myself to tell her what had happened that morning, the shower's steamrolling out around me, making it even more awkward.

“Mom, it’s ok,” Heather said, stepping forward and brushed my lips with a quick kiss, her grin flashing into place after, “and that was nothing compared to what I have planned.”

“What?” I asked with a touch of worry in my voice, which only caused Heather’s grin to grow all the wider.

“You’ll find out later,” she said with a wink and then spun out of the bathroom, “hurry up and finish, Momo is dying to see you in the outfits she’s picked out.”

I finished up in the shower and found myself less worried about what Heather had planned and more excited. That excitement carried me out of the shower, and I wrapped a towel around myself. My hair had only gotten a touch wet on the tip and was easy enough to dry quickly. The bathroom got crowded when Momo joined me, the pair of us having more fun than seemed reasonable as we put on our makeup, did our hair, and dressed in the outfits she’d picked out.

When I finally stood before the mirror and took myself in, I couldn’t help but shiver in sinful anticipation of parading around in the outfit. Once again, Momo was helping me to relax and instead of being anxious about the crowd, getting excited about it. Just like the other time with the outfits, she was helping me find the ‘character’ or ‘persona’ of my stage self.

“I’ll never remember the name of the character,” I said, turning and admiring how the sleek fabric clung to my hips and ass, the tiny skirt flaring wide, “but the coloring does fit me nicely.”

“You’re the perfect Sailor Scout with that dark hair, pale skin, and your beauty. She would kill to have those glorious breasts of yours, though.” The young woman turned beside me, admiring herself in the mirror, “If I’m truthful, I did this so that I could have a blond wig and be the princess.”

“Come on,” I said, grinning back, “Let’s get our prince charming and get this over with before I get too terrified.”

I worried bringing up the fear would make it manifest into reality, but Momo was quick to distract me. The girl’s endless chatter took us down the elevators and through the lobby. It was only by chance that I heard someone calling my name from across the room. Turning, I found Kelly and Charlotte hurrying over from the front desk, the pair both lugging cumbersome bags of equipment and another, older woman trailing them.

“Dr. Lansing and Dr. Hurley, it’s so good to see you both,” I said, and I was about to ask what they were doing at the hotel when Kelly burst out.

“Amanda! Thank god we found you, they wouldn’t tell us anything at the desk. Sorry, let me introduce a colleague of ours, this is Professor Fielding. She runs an institute on empathy and the use of powerful drugs to unlock empathetic thinking in patients.”

“Nice to meet you,” the older woman said with a faint blush.

“I’m sorry, Kelly,” I said with a frown, “but we have to get going, Momo, and I have to be at the venue in less than thirty minutes.”

“I know, I know, I just wanted to ask if you could do one thing for us,” she motioned to Charlotte, and the woman dug into the cloth bag she had over one shoulder and came out with three small round glass cases with odd little devices inside.

“If you, Momo, and Dillon could place these on your belts,” Professor Fielding said, taking one out of the case and quickly demonstrating its application, “It clips on here… and this pad you place over your heart and this other one just beneath your right ear… like so.”

“Sure, we can do that,” I said, Momo and I taking the cases from the women. “What’s the purpose of them, though?”

“They are just simple monitoring tools,” Charlotte said, “But are equipped with Bluetooth and linked to my tablet and will feed us real-time data. This is so exciting, Amanda, you have no idea!”

“What is?” Momo asked.

“I’ll let Kelly explain it. It was her theory that we’ve been testing.”

“It was, but Professor Fielding’s research into empathy and communal moods made it possible. You see, Amanda,” we began walking out to the parking lot as the woman spoke quickly her excitement infecting Momo and I as well, “As I explained before, there are certain ancient triggers within us humans. Holdover traits from our days as herd animals on the plains, when a cry of warning, or to hearten could infect the whole tribe or herd.”

“You’re young Dillon has an incredible gift,” Professor Fielding cut in, her tone even more breathless than Kelly’s, “I believe he is the first of his kind in fifty thousand years… a peacemaker and mind-healer. The data isn’t solid enough yet, but from the results we observe in Dr. Hurley’s transformation, it looks promising.”

“What happened to you?” Momo asked Charlotte.

“My anxieties are gone,” she said, “and so is my depression that came every morning when I woke up. I don’t procrastinate nearly as much, nor find myself judging others harshly as I once did, daily. It’s… as though I’ve been filled with love for humanity like never before and that love has… smoothed out… many of the issues that built up over years of adulthood.”

“We’re about to play before a large crowd,” I said with a small frown of worry when we got to my car, “Do you think there’s any harm? It’s a small stage. Maybe a couple of hundred people will be paying attention.”

“We haven’t seen any evidence of harm yet,” Kelly said with a firm shake of her head, “in fact, just the opposite.”

“That’s why we’re here,” Professor Fielding said, “Not only do we see no harm, but we both see the potential for dramatic improvements to the health and wellbeing of not only those who hear the young genius, but also for the communities they live in.”

“So, you’re telling us Dillon’s going to change the whole world for the better with his music?” Momo asked with an adorable little frown, and when the three women nodded eagerly, she just shook her head, “We already knew that.”

“What Momo means to say,” I said, smoothing over the three doctors ruffled feathers, “is that we’re grateful you shared this with us, but we really do have to get going.”

“Of course!” Kelly said with a grin, “And good luck out there. We can’t wait to hear you three play!”

We waved our goodbyes, and I stifled a laugh at Momo’s rolled eyes when the three finally took their leave and let us climb into the car. It was a short drive to the venue, but parking was a nightmare. Our passes allow us into the backstage area, and even though we both wore long sweaters hiding most of our outfits, we drew long stares from both security and roadies.​