Misc. Erotica Rockstar Harem

Between the lascivious looks and the small stage once more visible over the heads of those nearby, I felt butterflies awaken in my stomach. Biting my tongue, I tried to force them down and ignore the anxiety, but that only made it flare all the higher. My hands were growing cold and clammy, and my breath hissing in and out of my mouth sounding far too loud to me.

Momo saw someone and hurried ahead, leaving me alone for a second. All around me were strangers who felt too close. The whole world felt like it was pressing in, my vision darkening. That’s when the real panic started, and I started looking for the exit, knowing how much it would disappoint Dillon but also that I could never go up there, never stand before so many staring faces.

Especially in this outfit! What was I thinking?!

I saw the exit and lifted my foot to walk towards it, but once again, Dillon’s face flashed in my mind's eye. The idea that I could never stand on that stage and play beside him wasn’t real. It just felt real. Could I live with myself if I abandoned him and Momo after all the practice we’d put in? Could I live with myself if I missed out on the opportunity?

Drawing in a deep breath, I turned on the spot, back to face the stage, my terror rising. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life, but the moment I did, I saw Dillon standing not ten feet away, a small, proud smile on his face. The sight of his beautiful blue eyes filled me with love, and I ran forward, throwing my arms around his neck and kissing him soundly, not caring who saw.

“I almost,” I couldn’t get the rest out, but Dillon stroked my back, holding me close and whispering in my ear.

“You didn’t, and I’m so proud of you. Now, come, and let’s go make some beautiful music and have the time of our lives.”

“Mhmm, I can think of one other thing I’d like to do,” I said as I slid down his body, planting my heels on the dry ground, “But I guess it can wait until after.”

“Wait till you see the backstage area,” Dillon said, his arm slipping around my waist as he steered me towards the roped off area, “They have soda’s, muffins, even cold beers just sitting out for anyone to grab.”

“A beer might calm my nerves down,” I said and grinned when I spotted Heather, Nancy, and Morgan speaking with a tall older woman with a clipboard.

From the respect and deference people were showing the woman, she must be someone important. Spotting Momo over near a table filled with puffy and powder sugary pastries, I waved the girl over. Grinning around a mouthful of white cream and chocolate, she wiped off her face and came over.

“Did you hear?” The slender girl asked excitedly once she’d swallowed her dessert, “That K-Pop group from yesterday, they all got food poisoning or something. They’re supposed to be the opening act on the main stage in twenty minutes. Now I don’t know what they’re going to do.”

“That’s the woman in charge of the festival,” Dillon said with a frown, “What is Nancy agreeing to?”

I saw he was right. Nancy was shaking the woman’s hand, a triumphant grin on her lips. The woman waved a hand in the air and pointed at Nancy, and a stuffy man in a tight suit came scurrying forward.

“Nelson, make sure The Jams have everything they need to open the main stage,” the woman raised an eyebrow at Nancy, “I’m trusting you not to screw me on this if your people bail at the last minute… I don’t care if they fall on their faces. Just make sure I don’t have seventy thousand restless, drunk, and high people on my hands, screaming for a refund.”

“Don’t worry,” Nancy assured the woman as we walked up, “Dillon and his girls are going to make sure your festival opens with a performance the crowd will never forget.”

“Hmph, I’ll believe it when I see it,” the woman said with a frown as she took in the three of us, “You’re doing us a big favor by taking this on, but I also know what a big opportunity it is. Don’t fuck this up, and I’ll make sure other festival promoters know you can be trusted to perform. Do… and I’ll make sure they know that too, deal?”

“I just want to play,” Dillon said, “Small stage, big stage, it doesn’t matter. But I don’t appreciate you threatening Nancy or my bandmates. Do it again, and we’ll turn around and leave. I don’t give a fuck who you tell.”

The words were delivered with quiet confidence, his eyes hard as ice as he stared at the woman. Instead of exploding like I thought she might, the woman raised an eyebrow, taking Dillon in from toes to head and nodding slowly, liking what she found.

“Well, now you’re no wilting daisy, are you?” Her eyes took on a gleam I’d come to recognize, and she shifted her stance, her jacket and skirt molding themselves to her body. “I like a man with a bit of backbone, and one who can play the guitar. Lord knows we see few enough guitarists and bands nowadays. It’s all EDM and head banging. I’ll tell you what, if you three impress me, I’ll talk to my sister who books Coachella. She always needs talented young artists. But only if you impress me, understand?”

“Get ready to be impressed then,” Dillon said with a confident wink.

The woman just shook her head, a smile finding its way onto her lips as she walked away. The man she handed us off to, Nelson, escorted us around the backstage area. The closer we got to the massive main stage, the more and more nervous I grew. Momo gripped one hand and Dillon the other as roadies ran past us carrying our equipment and quickly heading up to set it up.

The first thing I noticed when we approached the back of the stage was the sound of the crowd—thousands and thousands of people talking with one another as they waited for the first act to arrive. The music was overwhelming, and I barely noticed when Nelson ushered us into a small backstage area surrounded by black curtains.

“Are you going out in those awful sweatshirts?” The man asked with a supercilious lisp.

Momo and I shucked our long sweatshirts, revealing the small outfits we wore, and Dillon let out a low wolf whistle of approval. Nelson frowned and shook his head, muttering to himself.

“Amateur hour. How tacky can people be?!”

“Just wait here,” he said louder, “the stage manager will let you know when you go on. You’ll hear the MC announcing you three, then just run on out. Break a leg!”

Dillon flashed the man a cold smile, and he slipped out. My heart was racing, and I was finding it difficult to calm my breathing down, but before my panic could take over, I grew curious watching Momo slip a hand in her bra.

“What are you doing?” I asked, a touch scandalized as I looked around, making sure no one could see us. The black curtains mostly shut us off from prying eyes, but not completely.

“It slipped…” she said, face twisting in the effort as she dug deeper, “I can feel it… got it!”

Grinning in triumph, she pulled free a slender joint from her shirt and smiled at me.

“Just want to make sure your heads in the right place before we go out there.”

“I don’t know,” I said, worry joining the anxiety and stage fright, making me feel even more uncomfortable.

“I think it’s a good idea,” Dillon said, nodding, “just a puff or two. Remember what you told me about your first time playing with Momo?”

“If you think it will help,” I said, “Maybe just a little.”​