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The fall (kittykatie x Jack Stalker - NSFW)

kittykatie

kittykatie

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Hillary had been waiting for this show. She had been following them since their inception. They are what she wanted to be. Their look. Their music. Their fans. She wanted it all. She put on her best punk rock outfit and her fav high heel over the knee boots.


She even bought the golden circle tickets and made sure she was early so she could get right up close to the stage. If she could just catch her eye maybe...just maybe...

Hillary arrived at the venue and made her way straight to the stage. No distractions. No merch. No snacks. Just front stage. Everything else was secondary.

She stood there anxious as all hell. It's tonight or bust. She was not going to be a second rate wannabe rock star. She is gonna make it big and tonight is where it is going to start. The concert started and her idol stepped out...
 
No one made money with music anymore... not by selling CD's or tracks, that was a fact. You made money with merchandise, with ad money from tracks on youtube and from concerts. That's what Kate Becker's manager had told her anyway, and they were sort of right. You also made money from looking hot, from being fuckable, from people not only wanting to listen to your music, but from them wanting to fuck you.

So Kate made sure she looked fuckable and her band 'Beckoned' was filled with supporting musicians who were hot as well, just not as hot as she was. She was pushing the upper limit of an acceptable age to be on stage, but she easily looked fifteen years younger from the work she had put in to staying fit, that and the hunger to succeed, the drive to be noticed, the eagerness to stay in the spotlight. She liked attention, craved it, and so far this tour she had been getting it. Hit after hit was rolled out, previous and current, with future hits filling the space between opening favourites and closing anthems.

There was something else that needed to be done though, other than cranking out hits and staying hot. You needed to keep down the competition. She did that by selecting up and coming stars, roping them in under the guise of mentoring them... and them turning them into sex addicted little sluts. She used and abused them, then gave them to her band when they stopped amusing her. Their dreams ended, her competition squashed.

Discarding them wasn't a given though, in truth she was looking for a partner to share her fane and money with, but it was hard, hard finding someone as into fucking and fun as she was long term... she was always on the look out though... and tonight, from the moment she had walked on stage wearing a white shirt that flowed around her, a tight black bra and short shorts, finished off with thick dark platform heels and flowing brown tresses... 'Hillary' had caught her eye. She thought, no... she knew... she recognised her from some backing band at some gig in the recent past... didn't she?

If she was mistaken she didn't care, all that mattered now was that she was mesmerized... not by the throbbing crowd packed into the outdoor venue, not by the heated atmosphere and the light which splayed about the arena... but by the young girl in front of her, 'dressed to fuck' in some punk style outfit. She couldn't quite make out all of it as she took up her position centre stage... but she used the opening number to eye fuck her new main attraction raw, making eye contact repeatedly, almost serenading her with the choruses of the track... and she didn't care how obvious it was. She energetically banged out 'Sex is not the enemy', while imagining what it would be like to have Hillary writhing on a bed, legs spread, coming hard into her mouth as she tongue fucked the little tease until she broke apart.

As she finished she shouted out to the crowd. "You know what happens now bitches... One of you lucky fuckers gets to join me up here! Now... who shall it be tonight? Who is going to get 'beckoned'?" she grinned widely, made a show of looking around, smirking at outstretched arms and screaming fans, until she settled on Hillary with a glare, a fiery glint of lust blazing in her skull, one last eye fuck, one last lick of her tongue and a nod to the security people to fight the crowd, to grab Hillary, to manhandle her up onto the stage to join Kate and her three female bandmates.

As she started up the next song, a cover of Nine inch nails 'Closer', she slid up close to Hillary, leaning in to whisper into her ear. "Show me what you can do babe." she turned, grinding her ass back against Hillary as suggestively as she could, winking to the audience before launching into the lyrics, curious to see what Hillary had to offer, a singing voice, a grabbed instrument, or maybe some hot dancing?
 
When she entered the stage Hillary almost melted. Kate was raw energy and oozed sexiness. She was what Hillary wanted to be. Hillary screamed and shouted hoping to just catch a glimpse but then something happened she did not expect. Kate looked at her...didn't she? Definitely...Kate definitely looked at her. But it was not just a passing glance. At least Hillary didn't think it was. It also did not seem like the non-commital glance of somebody 'singing to the crowd'. It seemed like Kate kept looking at Hillary deliberately.

And what seemed even more incredible is that it seemed as if Kate was singing to her...for her...only her. Hillary wasn't sure if she was imagining it but it really did seem like Kate was obsessed by Hillary and that made her more than a little excited. In fact it made her moist.

The two of them were nearly fucking each other from a distance. Hillary felt herself drawn to the sexy woman who was singing to her. And then Kate called to the crowd. Hillary screamed and jumped up and down to just have a moment on stage with her. She knew the chance that Kate would choose her was slim, even if what she thought was happening had actually happened but then Kate's hand fixed on Hillary.

Before she knew it she was grabbed by a pair of overly-burly men who seemed to pin her arms to her side as they hauled her onto the stage. Kate approached her and Hillary almost disintegrated. She danced around Hillary in a very suggestive manner before stopping behind her and pulling her in close. She whispered in Hillary's ear wanting to see what she could do while gyrating her hips against Hillary's ass. Gawds was it getting hot here?

Hillary grinned and took the chance. She grabbed a mic and started singing back-up. It was the best performance she had ever given but she knew it wouldnt be enough so she also used this moment to show her sex appeal. She needed to have Kate see that she could be as sexy as Kate, maybe even sexy enough to join her.

She strutted around the stage, making show of her long smooth toned legs encased in her knee high stiletto boots, she swayed her hips and made sure her already short skirt rode up higher to expose the tops of her thigh high fishnet stockings. She made a show of bending over at the hips and swayed her hips. She slid her hands over her body and over her perky breasts and down to her skirt and back up again. The crowd were devouring her as she strutted back to Kate and pressed her back against Kate's front and grinded her hips against Kate while glance lustfully over her shoulder up at Kate and leaned in and planted a sexy sultry kiss on Kate's full lips.
 
Kate felt truly alive when she was on stage, almost as alive as she did when she was fucking. Of course her stage work gave her the power and the money to indulge her most sinful and depraved urges, the money and power gave her the means to be as debauched and craven as any man when it came to sex, to get her hands on things which to others would be unattainable. It also gave her the opportunity to not only be granted the attention she craved and thrived on, but to get her hands on those she wanted, on those she was aroused by, turned on by, excited by.

Young women like Hillary.

The eye contact had made her so wet, she was virtually squirming in her tight shorts by the time Hillary hit the stage. She moved and gyrated like she was in heat as she played on her guitar, then basically swallowed the mic as she growled out her lyrics, all the while playing to not only the audience, but to the slim, alluring, hot young woman she had on stage next to her. She knew that her band mates, Whitney Spheres and Milly Cyprus, on stage behind them, would have known exactly what Kate was thinking when she looked at Hillary, while half the audience could likely guess... and that just served to turn her on even more, silent imagined encouragement fuelling her motions and her lust as she put on one of her best performances.

She relished Hillary's response to her as she eye fucked her hungrily on stage. Some might have thought it was an act, some knew better, as usual Kate could have cared less. She was popular, rich, and produced the goods. Her music dominated the scene, drew in crowds, promoted products and fuelled a hundred tik tok videos and internet images... she as hot, in demand and could get away with almost anything.... and she wanted it to last, to last as long as it could. Two birds with one stone was how she lived now... indulging herself while ensuring her reign was unchallenged.

And the moment she saw the look in Hillary's eyes, she knew... knew that Hillary was not destined to challenge her music, but to challenge her stamina, her endurance and her sexual hunger.

Kate went to war on her, singing against her vocals as Hillary grabbed a mic, their blend of voices complimenting one another so perfectly it was as though it had been arranged to be so. It captivated Kate, almost unnerving her a little for a while, but she kept control and dominated the song as it went on, enhancing Hillary's performance, not destroying it, nor letting the younger girl take control.

A smirk creased her lips as she watched Hillary strut about, her clothes would have driven the men in the audience wild, naturally, but it was her energy and her fire that stated to entice and excite Kate. Her youthful energy and stamina were what was needed, her resilience, her enthusiasm, it all filled Kate with a positive vibe for the future... not that watching her almost masturbate didn't add to the wetness between Kate's legs... she licked her lips, her eyes on fire, and signalled the security at the side of the stage. Those pulled up onto stage who fell short were eventually escorted off and back into the crowd via stage left.

Hillary would be leaving stage right... the direction which led to the stretch limo waiting out the back of the venue... but of course that departure was going to be some time away, roughly two hours in fact. Here Hillary would be awarded a backstage pass and after party invitation, before being inserted back into the crowd, or allowed to continue watching from the wings with a few other assorted high ranking groupies.

The kiss caught her off guard, but she indulged the wet heat smearing across her lips, fucking her tongue into Hillary's mouth and sucking on it, feasting on her before allowing her to release the lip lock, to the ferocious roar of appreciation from the crowd. The instrumental trail off simply afforded her more opportunities to grind suggestively against Hillary, a sparkling grin on her lips as she leaned in to brush her lips against her left ear as she slid her hands around her and down to her ass, giving it a squeeze as she let her heated breath carry forth her words. "I'm impressed, Hillary isn't it?" she cemented her decision that she had seen her somewhere before. "You're a natural... I might want to show you off to my friends later tonight... are you up for convincing me of that? Let me know later... stick out the rest of the gig at the side of the stage, at least until the intermission... you can hook back up with any friends you came with later on." she finished with a lick of her tongue and a bite of her teeth against Hillary's lobe, before releasing her. She held her hand and took a bow to the audience, before encouraging a round of applause as she gestured to stage right... as the crowd continued to roar it's approval.

The next hour was spent belting out some of her best hits, interspersed with a few new ones, but wherever Hillary ended up, side of the stage or back in the pit, Kate threw her an occasional grin and a wink now and again... finally coming off stage and beckoning her over. She was full of energy, glowing with sweat and excitement. "You want to give me a hand choosing my next outfit?" she asked with a grin, "Or stay here? You better wear this anyway, it's an all access pass." she walked over to a trunk stashed against a wall, snatching out a black leather collar studded with faux diamonds, with a credit card sized pass dangling down from its front. Without waiting for an answer she moved up to Hillary, sliding it around her throat and clicking it shut. "That's better... now you can go where I need you to." she smirked. "Well... are you coming?" she finished, starting to strut down a corridor towards her dressing room. "So... what would you like to see me in Hill, which of my outfits have you liked the most... you seem like a big fan? And why should I take you to the after party... are you the fun type? Would you be a lot of fun away from here, huh?" she grinned, stripping of her white shirt as she walked, then her shoes, kicking them to the side. Even barefoot she still had a good few inches on Hillary's stiletto clad form.

By the time she reached her dressing room she was naked but for her shorts, nonchalantly opening the door and walking inside...
 
The two of them fed off each other, and the crowd. Hillary was loving the attention she was getting from the crowd...and from Kate. She really hoped that it was more than just publicity and she truly hoped that Kate was not just pretending and playing to the crowd.

Her question was answered when Kate pull her in close during one of the instrumental solos by Milly. Kate whispered in Hillary's ear that she wanted Hillary to join her. Hillarys heart thumped as she looked over her shoulder up at Kate and smiled and nodded her want for that.

The song ended, much to her dismay and they both bowed and Hillary was led off stage to the right wings where she could watch the rest of the show. There were a couple other girls, dressed pretty alluringly, all giving her some pretty evil eye glares but she didn't care. She just cared what Kate wanted. She watched in idolic worship.

After the show Kate came and scooped Hillary up, again earning Hillary some very evil glares. The two walked down the corridor.

" I would love to come with you to help pick an outfit and I would like totes be stoked to be your guest at the after-party. And as for my friends...pfft...I would rather spend time with you." She replied as Kate stopped and turned to look at Hillary. Her gaze almost made her melt right there. Gawds she worshipped her. She was barely aware of the choker that was placed around her neck but when it clicked shut she looked down at it. It was gorgeous. A thick leather with pretty rhinestones set into it. There was a backstage pass with the words "backstage pet" embossed on it. Hillary thought it was strange but ignored it as she felt Kate take her hand and guide her into her change room. The door closed and Kate started to disrobe. Hillary just watched...and drooled.

Kate was quite a bit older than Hillary, easy double her age but it didn't look it. Kate was toned with not a flab or ounce of fat to be seen. Her skin was tight and her muscles toned. It was clear she took care of herself. She was also really tall. Hillary knew she was tall but never realised just how tall. Even without heels she was still taller than Hillary and that turned her on to no end.

Kate stood before the mirror, fixing her make-up while Hillary looked over her outfits. They were all so gorgeous and sexy, Hilary had a tough time choosing one. in the end she picked a little black dress with matching black stilettos. There was just something about the outfit that spoke to her. It oozed sex and power and she wanted others to see Kate as Hillary saw her.

 
Time was precious as Kate headed towards the dressing room which was located behind the stage, she knew that both of her band mates would be heading to their own area's, but their outfits were less key and more superfluous. While they all had their own fans, Kate knew that all eyes would be on her, as they should be, and she always made sure that the majority of her outfits were one's which enhanced her 'fuckability' on stage... in the rare cases where she was more 'demure' it was only to increase anticipation and make her next, more revealing and sexualised outfit look all the better. Of course, right now, her mind wasn't particularly on the clock for make up touching up and costume changes, but more for how best to use her time for other things... after all, she was getting a good vibe from Hillary. She got the feeling that the girl wasn't just hungry for the attention she got from being on stage, and the kiss she'd received cemented that in her mind. Hillary might not be into women, but she was certainly into Kate, and that was enough of a foothold if needed.

As Hillary commented on her willingness to go with Kate after the show, and that her friends were secondary, Kate gave her a crooked grin. "That's great news... you should never let anything, or anyone, hold you back. Always go for what you want, you'd be surprised at how easy it is." she quipped, glancing back at her over her shoulder. Her ass swayed, almost seductively and the cool air bathing her now naked torso was ensuring that her nipples were almost painfully hard and erect, throbbing as her perky and subtly enhanced breasts defied the effects of gravity which sometimes hit women of a certain age. Not her, she had a body an eighteen year old would have been envious of.

The room was all red leather seating, mirrors with bulbs running around them and tables strewn with bottles of alcohol, other refreshments and assortments of snacks and dips. Racks of clothing were assembled to the side and the make up table was awash with product. Kate ignored it all, turning to back up against the mirrored counter, her ass squeezing against the edge of the table as she looked Hillary up and down, the girl was delicious, and time here and now was precious.

She snagged a lipstick, applying the deep red to her lips while she watched Hillary as she moved to the rack, "A little black dress... how cute, that one's so short that it shows off my panties perfectly, especially when I'm moving about on stage... the guys go crazy for that and I have to keep my male audience happy..." she nodded, walking over to Hillary she slid her hands around her from behind, her warm breath playing against the back of Hillary's neck as her hands split in different directions. Her left hand eased up Hillary's stomach to grasp at the lower swell of her left breast over her outfit. Her other hand teased its fingers along the top of her skirt, before they squeezed between waistband and kin, as she slid her delicate long digits down to press enticingly against Hillary's panties, feeling the crease of her pussy lips with ease. Her lips pressed briefly against Hillary's neck, the moved to her ear. "...but that doesn't mean I have any intention of leaving my female fans disappointed." she confessed in a humorous tone.

She let her tongue taste Hillary's skin, sucking briefly on her earlobe. "Is there a reason you chose that outfit? It's very easy to get on, not very time intensive... was there something more interesting you would like me to do with my time, something other than a complex costume change?" she asked, with an almost casual nonchalance, while within her heart raced, her excitement pulsing in her veins as she stroked her fingers through the crease of Hillary's slit, pushing against it, while the fingers of her other hand sought to squeeze and tease at the younger girls nipple. "That last number, before the interval... it always makes me a little horny." she smirked, letting out a chuckle against Hillary's flesh. "But there's so little time, really, and I never disappoint with late reappearances." she explained, "Well, not without a good reason." she added jokingly as she withdrew her panty bound hand to suck on the fingers. Grasping Hillary by the shoulders she span her around, pushing her aside from the swathe of clothes, until she had her back to the wall.

Staring into her eyes she reached down to grasp at the hem of Hillary's skirt, drawing it up to expose her, before lowering a hand down to resume stroking her fingers through the crease of her cunt, while her free hand snaked behind her neck, gripped her hair and pulled her lips close to hers."I can tell you're horny though, Hillary, from how you acted back there on stage." she pushed up against her, her tits mashing against Hillary as she dragged aside the girls panty's with a rough crude motion, sinking her middle finger into the slit of her pussy, stroking it up and down, lathering it in heat as she tease her pussy lips apart. "Are you a bad girl Hillary? Are you the kind of girl who is going to make me happy I invited you to a party? Are you the kind of girl who wants to have fun?" she hissed, using two fingers to splay her open and driving her middle finger deep into her slit. "We don't have very long Hill... and I know you don't want to keep me from performing out there... so you need to come, if you can. Can you do that for me Hill? Can you come all over my fingers?" she smirked, starting to increase the speed of her strokes and thrusts as she gripped Hillary's hair tight and grazed her throat with her teeth.
 
Hillary turned to face Kate. She almost dropped the dress and shoes at the sight of the woman pressed against the dressing table. Her narrow hourglass waist, smooth toned legs, soft tanned skin, perky supple breasts. Hillary had a pretty decent body she was told more than once but that was understandable for a 21 year old college student who was trying to make her way into the music scene, who was not naive enough to know sex sells so kept her body in shape...

But Kate was a work of art.

Hillary stood there in awe. She had no words as she spun back around to hide her embarrassment...and lust. She heard Katie pad toward her as she pretended to confirm her option.

She gasped as Kate slid her hand over her round ass and round the front, teasing her exposed upped thigh and slowly slid up to the hem of her short skirt as the other hand snaked around her narrow waist and up her flat taunt belly and round the bottom curve of her breast. Hillary squeezed hard on the railing of the clothing rack and let out a soft moan as she felt Kate's finger slide up under her skirt and over her lace thong as her other hand explored her perky breast through the thin material of her punk black netting top and white tank top.

She felt Kate press tight against her back and she felt the older women's heat radiate off her. Her breasts pressed tightly against Hillary's back and she felt the woman's arousal. Her own arousal was making her already damp as Kate's fingers teased the edging of Hillary's panties. Hillary was beginning to pant. She couldn't believe this was happening...but she wanted it...needed it. She started gyrating her hips against Kate's crotch as she was vaguely aware of Kate's words.

"I...er...I...mmm...I wanted to pick...mmm...an outfit that...ooohhh...made you look...ffffu...good" her mind was already a flutter of desire and lust. It hadn't occured to her that she picked the outfit because of the sex...and maybe that it was easy to put on. Her mind was still reeling when Kate spun her around and pushed her up against the wall.

Hillary was pinned between the wall and Kate. She was helpless and trapped...and it made her leak. She felt as Kate moved her hand, now less teasing...more hungry and with direction, up her skirt, tucking the hem into the belt, leaving Hillary's moist pussy totally exposed and vulnerable. She let out a gasp as her thin thin was pulled to the side, trails of arousal dragged away from her dripping kitty. She instinctively spread her legs for the dominant hungry woman as Kate teased and explored Hillary's virgin pussy.

"I...I...like...fun...I...can...be...fun...for youuu" she panted as Kate played with her pussy lips and folds. She felt her body tense as Kate spread her lips, exposing the pink inner of velvet warmth and soft wetness. She let out a gasp as Kate slid her finger up into her, making her knees weak. She grabbed at Kate's atm, not to stop her but to encourage her hand as Hillary slowly started riding the finger. She heard the lewd instruction from Kate. Kate wanted her to cum and Hillary was glad to oblige.

She was already wet during their stage performance. She was already near explosion when she watched Kate undress with confidence. She was already near surrender when Kate teased her body. Now she was near orgasm already just with her words and soft attention she was giving Hillary's throbbing pussy. Hillary was riding the woman's finger and punting as she felt her orgasm grow. She had masturbated before but that was the clumsy and inexperienced attempts of a virgin to release tension. This was different. This was the work of a woman who knew what she wanted, how to get it, and took it when she wanted it...and Hillary wanted to give it to her...

"May....I....cummmm...forrr...yoouuuu?" She pleaded
 
New toys and hot young women always got Kate excited, both mentally and between her thighs. Hillary was no different, in fact the younger woman got Kate even more aroused than usual, not only with her looks, but with her attitude and the way she had embraced being 'Beckoned' onto the stage, then back to Kate's dressing room without so much as a mild protest. They both knew why they were here, where this was going, and that was another injection of Adrenalin fuelled lust for Kate... as was the look in Hillary's eyes when Kate put herself on display.

She was used to stripping down, showing off her tits, her ass, her legs, she was more than proud of the shape she had kept herself in, she relished it, devoured the attention it got her and used it to get as much sex as she could deal with. She threw many parties, both for the media to view and others which went on behind closed doors, where she and her band mates took depravity and debauchery to new levels. Any concerns displayed by her manager were dismissed, she knew her lifestyle would never lose her any fans, hell... if her popularity started to wane she planned to 'accidentally' let a few sex tapes leak, seeing her get fucked, sucking off some man or even better screwing another hot woman, would only serve to reinvigorate interest in her and her songs. She knew exactly what to do to get attention from the masses...

...but this wasn't for the masses, the situation with Hillary was for her own entertainment and pleasure.

As Kate abused and violated Hillary with her fingers, the tell tale moan which spilled from the younger girls lips told her exactly what she needed to know. Hillary wanted it, wanted it all... she was likely drunk with excitement at the thought of being fucked by her idol, that was just the sort of fan that Kate liked.

As Hillary started to gyrate against her, Kate smirked, letting a soft chuckle wash hot breaths across Hillary's ear. "You're soaking." she whispered. "You must really want it, mustn't you? I guess there's no point in trying to deny it... you are loving this attention, aren't you? Did you think this was going to happen when I had you brought up on stage... to serve me? I bet you did you horny little thing." she gasped, driving her middle finger in hard and deep, stretching the tiny entrance to Hillary's young cunt with her long delicate digit. "I bet you taste so fucking good... but I just don't have the time to indulge myself right now." she shrugged, but kept thrusting her digit in and out of Hillary's soaking cunny.

She laughed as Hillary forced out some words about her outfit. "Bitch, I look good in anything." she smirked with amusement, "I look especially good naked, wouldn't you agree? But yeah, it's a good choice, when you are pressed for time... like we are right now." she admitted. Obscene squelching sounds spilled forth as she fucked Hillary's quim, her finger lathered up with the fuck juices awash within her tight hole, froth and cunt foam building up as she violated her new found playthings cunny.

"You're really tight... I guess you like to fuck women more than men, am I right?" she smirked again, almost laughing as she excitedly drilled her finger into Hillary's tightness, over and over, sliding a second finger inside her to feel her quim stretch ad deform a little, pumping in and out as she looked into Hillary's eyes. "God, I wish I had the time to eat out your soaking pussy, taste your cunt on my tongue, see how wet I can get you, how hard I can make you explode." she mused brazenly as she fucked her against the wall. "god, you're so hot... I really want to see you come." she said through clenched teeth, her fingers working hard and fast.

"Five minutes." came a voice from outside, accompanied by a loud bang on the door, as Kate leaned into her work, thrusting her makeshift phallus of fingers in and out of Hillary's hungry cunt.

"Yeah Bitch, I think you are going to be a lot of fun." she nodded at Hillary's words. The feel of her riding Kate's fingers gave her a buzz and energised her for the coming performance. As Hillary begged, Kate grinned, withdrawing her fingers and releasing her grasp on Hillary's hair. "As for coming though, you can do that later. I want you dripping, on edge, hungry for me. You do want me, don't you Hill? I think we know that now, don't we?" she sucked her fingers dry, cleaning Hillary's fluids off them as she turned and moved to slip into the dress. One final look in the mirror and she was off, through the door. "I want you in the wings, cheering me on... when it's over, head back through here... and wait for me in the Limo." she pointed towards an exit door at the end of the corridor... then strutted back towards the stage, enticing Hillary to follow her with the occasional glance over the shoulder, finishing by striding out onto the stage to raucous applause...

...the remaining sets seemed to fly past, as 'Beckoned' eventually wound up the concert, Kate bathed in sweat and grinning ear to ear from her belting performance... and eager to get to the delights which undoubtedly awaited her that night.
 
Hillary was drunk with lust. She was riding Kate's hand hard and Kate finger fucked her. Kate knew all the right buttons. Hillary had actually had more sexual encounters with woman, mostly experimental and because boys just didn't do it for her and most men were just lecherous and eww...but women were graceful and smooth...and knew the buttons.

But it was also Kate's words that was doing it for Hillary. Her voice was dominant and rough like uncut diamonds but smooth and smokey like tainted glass. She was seriously getting off on the whole experience. She could see herself becoming Kate's little plaything, hells she had fantasized about it countless times.

She gasped and panted and Kate slid another finger up into her. This started as playing the game to get the attention and maybe be some mentoring, and Hillary still hoped for that, but her well mind fucked brain was fuzzy and wet like her well finger fucked pussy. She was so close to cumming and she wanted to cum...for Kate...to show her she wanted it.

And then Kate pulled out and stepped away sending Hillary to her knees, panting...and pouting. She was soaking wet and on edge. She wanted more but Kate stepped toward the door and with final instructions started to leave.

Hillary floundered to her feet, she discarded the soaking panties, there was no use for it anymore, as she fell in behind Kate. She followed her like a loyal kitten, close to her step but behind her.

In the wings Hillary was cheering wildly. The excitement of the concert swept her up again. She watched her idol sweep up the audience and keep them enthralled. Almost as enthralled as she was. Close to the concert ending one of Kate's men told Hillary where to go. He didn't escort her though, she assumed it was sort of a test, to see how willing Hillary was. She wasn't going to disappoint.

She walked down the passage confidently and climbed into the limo. She wasn't sure what to do except wait. Well...she knew what she wanted to do but wasn't sure if that was what she was expected to do so she decided to rather have Kate decide for her...besides Kate knows best...
 
Kate made sure to throw Hillary approving glances and crooked grins every so often through out her performance, the little black dress she wore riding up her thighs to expose her panties again and again, as she cavorted about the stage, from mic use to guitar playing to dance moves, she owned the stage and burned bright until the final song rang forth and the lights dimmed after she departed after giving her last encore.

The click of her heels could be heard all the way to the exit area and there were already fans gathering there for a chance to selfie themselves next to their departing idol and to try and coax forth an autograph or get a photo destined for e bay signed.

The L shaped seating in the stretch limo stretched across the rear and then slid down the side to the front, opposite the bar, the inside was a black leather with strings of coloured lights decorating the ceiling. Hillary found herself sharing it with Whitney and Milly as they got inside, both of the girls largely ignoring her while they grabbed some drinks. Whitney taking a cocktail and then munching on snacks, while Milly set up a line of coke and swigged a beer in between tapping away on her phone. They whispered to each other, glancing at Hillary and offering polite looking grins, but otherwise kept to themselves, sliding down the seating to the end closest to the driver partition.

Before any conversation might have begun the door opened again and Kate slid inside, waving a final goodbye to the fans screaming outside and calling out for the driver to get moving... she then picked up a phone which had been left on the side, checking a few things as she scrolled through some texts. Kate had changed into less stagey gear, but her grey top and black lacey skirt complimented her patterned tights and thick heeled black boots. She threw the phone aside after a few moments as she settled in at the rear of the limo, looking down its length, noting her band mates, then turning her attention to Hillary.

"Still here? That's good." she smiled at Hillary, then nodded towards the other girls at the other end of the Limo. "We're all heading back to my suite for a party, they'll be a lot of people there, I hope you don't mind crowds, well I mean it's obvious you can handle crowds, I just meant in the context of a party." she shrugged and grinned, "Anyway, change of object... just so you know, Milly likes to fuck guys, lots of them. She makes them come too fast and it takes her at least half an hour to come, which is ridiculous... anyway that why she needs at least three to get her off, and Whitey likes to get off watching her fuck." she shrugged again, revealing obscene details as though talking about the weather. "Just letting you know in case that sort of thing shocks you. I mean it's not just booze and drugs, there's going to be fucking all over the place, probably. Do you like to watch? Not me, I prefer to participate... but I'm a lot more picky." she told Hillary, giving her a devouring stare and a crooked grin.

Leaning back she drew up her skirt to expose her thighs and crotch, her tights darkened by fluids and pasted to her pussy lips, the lack of panties placing her slit on display beneath the silk. She reached down, scratching at the material until it tore, ripping sounds momentarily filling the limo as she opened up access to her gushing slit.

"God Hill, I'm so fucking horny. Eat me out. I was thinking about you all through the last set... your mouth on me, your tongue inside me, your hands touching me." she leaned forward again, stretching out to grab hold of Hillary, a single finger squeezing up between throat and collar, pulling her in closer... their lips mashing together for a few brief moments, leaving Kate gasping. "Come on bitch, fuck me... don't worry about them, they've seen worse... make sure they don't see better. Time to earn your place at the party baby." she smirked.
 
Hillary sat in the limo feeling a little alone, even though the other two girls were there. They largely ignored her while they went on their business. She was about to say something when the door opened and Kate slid in. Hillary smiled wide in excitement but Kate seemed to ignore her as well while going through her phone. Hillary watched her as she scrolled and typed and replied. Eventually Kate addressed her.

Kate told her stories about her band members and not sure if she was trying to shock her or to prepare her. Hillary laughed it off. "I'm in college...not much shocks me. But I do prefer participating and also pretty picky." Hillary was hoping her hints were hitting the mark.

It must have because Kate became pretty sexually aggressive...and dominant. She grabbed Hillary by the choker and pulled her towards Kate. Hillary gasped at the suddeness of the aggression but she had expected...and had hoped for it. She moved her head between Kate's thighs and started licking at Kate's pussy. She slid her tongue up and down the slit and rolled her tongue over her clit and pressed her lips over her pussy lips and sucked and slipped her tongue inside...
 
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