The Backstage Pass Read online

  Published Internationally by Lachesis Publishing Inc.

  Rockland, Ontario, Canada

  Copyright © 2016 Lindy S. Hudis

  Exclusive cover © 2016 Laura Givens

  Inside artwork © 2016 Joanna D’Angelo

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  ISBN 978-1-927555-73-6

  Editor: Joanna D’Angelo

  Copyeditor: Kerry Genova

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any person or persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Acknowledgments

  To my dear family and friends, thank you for always being there for me.

  Thank you to LeeAnn Lessard and Joanna D’Angelo at Lachesis Publishing for all of your hard work, dedication, and for your super cool attitudes!

  And finally, I would like to thank the rocker who was the inspiration for my story. You made a love-struck, teen-age girl's fantasy come true, and I will never forget it!

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  The S & M Club

  (Book 1 Devon and Desiree Series)

  The Mile High Club

  (Book 2 Devon and Desiree Series)

  THE BACKSTAGE PASS

  Devon and Desiree Part 3

  Devon and Desiree were bored.

  It was a slow day at Laura’s Lair, the S&M club where Devon and Desiree worked.

  Devon lazed sluggishly on a leopard print chaise lounge, snapping her cat-o-nine tails and running a beautifully manicured hand through her lush, fire-engine red hair. She grinned coyly at her lover, revealing perfect, glossy white teeth.

  “Nobody here for me to tie up and spank, today. That’s unusual . . . especially for us. I never thought I’d say this, but I don’t wanna hang around here. I need a break, some sunlight or something . . .”

  “So, what do you want to do?” Desiree asked, stretching her leanly muscled body, acquired by many sweat-inducing, hard workouts at the gym. Since business had been slow lately, all she seemed to be doing was working out and writing in her journal. Well, at least she had a butt you could bounce a dime off of.

  “Dunno . . . Wanna go to the beach?” Devon answered back, adjusting her black, lace corset.

  “Which beach?”

  “Malibu? Santa Monica? Zuma?” she suggested, shrugging.

  “Nah, we go there all the time,” Desiree replied.

  “We could go to El Matador Beach.” Devon wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “They have nude sunbathing there,” she said in a stage whisper.

  Desiree giggled at her friend’s humor. “Not anymore. The Malibu police department arrested some models last week for that.”

  “Arrested models for nude sunbathing? What is the world coming to?” Devon gasped, and covered her mouth in pretend shock. She reclined back on the chaise lounge and yawned loudly. “I need something new, some inspiration.”

  “Me too, I need to get my creative juices flowing.” Desiree pulled her journal out from her heavy black leather purse.

  “My God, that thing again?” Devon shook her head. “Why bother?”

  “I like to write down events in my life that have meaning. We don’t have anything better to do today.” Desiree pulled out a pen and began to write. “Today’s entry: I am bored beyond belief!”

  “Me too, can you imagine us bored? Two hot and horny babes? Must be something in the water in LA.” Devon made a mock throwing up gesture with her index finger then rolled her eyes. The girls collapsed into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, then abruptly jumped as there was a sudden, knock at the door.

  “Hmm . . . maybe our day is about to change.” Desiree scribbled in her journal.

  “Who is it?” Devon jumped to answer it. A muffled voice was barely audible through the massive, wooden door. Devon swung it open, and standing there was a striking redheaded woman who looked like an older version of Devon herself.

  Desiree put down her journal to eye the woman. She was a total MILF, tall and beautiful, with an air of sophistication and thick auburn hair that framed her striking, high-cheek-boned face. Wearing a pair of designer jeans that fit her tight round ass like a glove and an elegant turquoise silk blouse with a snug black tank top peaking underneath, she was curvy but with a youthful figure. It was obvious that she worked-out religiously. Graceful and sexy, her mere presence was enough to turn heads.

  “Mom!” Devon gave her mother a hug. “What are you doing here?”

  “I wanted to let you know that I’m cooking Thanksgiving this year, not your aunt Sammy.” The sexy, older lady flashed a mega-watt smile and tossed her luscious mane of red hair over her shoulder.

  “Mom, you could have called to tell me that.” Devon rolled her eyes, looking embarrassed to have her mother arrive unexpectedly at her workplace.

  Desiree stood up and smiled at Devon’s mom, who extended her hand to her.

  “Hello, I’m Beth, Devon’s mom . . . you are?”

  “I’m Desiree, a friend of Devon’s.” She was mesmerized by Beth’s glowing beauty. Desiree liked older women, their experience and knowledge were intriguing and stimulating to her.

  “Oh, I’ve heard about you,” Beth winked at her daughter. “Devon sure has lots of friends.”

  “She sure does.” Desiree nodded.

  “What can I say, I’m Miss Popularity.” Devon grinned saucily.

  “Yeah, we know . . .” Desiree shot back.

  “So, what are you girls up to this afternoon?” Beth made herself comfortable on one of the leopard print chaise lounges that adorned the room, took out a chi chi bottle of water from her bag, and had a few sips. “I drink four liters of this a day.”

  “That must be why you have such great skin.” Desiree smiled at her. Beth looked to be in her mid-forties, but with a very youthful complexion.

  “Why, thank you.” Beth smiled back.

  “How often do you work out?”

  “About four days a week. And I’m also into the raw food lifestyle.” Beth explained.

  “Talking about sex.” Desiree grinned.

  “Huh?” Beth looked at Desiree confused.

  “You asked what we were doing, and we were talking about sex.” Desiree shrugged.

  “Desiree . . . that’s my mom!” Devon protested.

  “Oh, please . . . I’m obviously not a virgin anymore.” Beth said, arching one fine eyebrow.

  “As a matter of fact, before anyone is invited to hang out in the dungeon, she must describe, in detail, how she lost her virginity.” Desiree crossed her arms over her ample chest.

  “Really?” Beth looked at her in disbelief. “Are you serious, sweetie?”

  “Yup, everyone who enters here must spill her guts and bare her soul. That is how you prove yourself worthy of being in Laura’s Lair.” Desiree proclaimed.

  “Well, that’s very interesting.” Beth stifled a giggle.

  “If you refuse, you will be punished.” Desiree warned.

  “Cat-o-nine tails?” Beth questioned

  “Riding crop!” Desiree eyed her sternly. “So, what’s it going to be?”

  “Why not? Been spanked with a riding crop before. Not really my thing . . .
just kidding!” Beth gave them a devilish wink.

  “Here we go . . .” Devon threw on a sweatshirt over her corset and flopped onto a leather chaise in the corner. Closing her eyes, she gave a resigned sigh as she waited for her mom to begin her story.

  “Actually, you would be surprised to learn how I lost it.” Beth told Desiree.

  “Let me guess, to your high school sweetheart in the backseat of his dad’s Buick?” Desiree asked, pulling a chair up next to the chaise lounge.

  “Hardly!” Beth exclaimed with a giggle.

  “Okay, then how?” She quirked an eyebrow.

  “Well, I actually lost it to a very famous rock star.” Beth replied.

  “Get out!” Desiree’s jaw dropped in wonder “Who? Who?”

  “Do you want to hear the whole story?” Beth leaned back and grinned wickedly.

  “No.” Devon said emphatically.

  “Yes.” Desiree pleaded at the same time, her eyes wide. She reached for her journal. “Mind if I take notes?”

  “Not at all, just don’t sell my story to the National Enquirer.”

  “I won’t, I promise!”

  “All right, here goes . . . It was the summer of 1984, and I was seventeen years old. I was madly in love with a rock guitarist from a very famous band. His name was Teddy Thunder.”

  “Of Thrust?” Desiree’s hand flew to her mouth as Beth nodded. “I love them!”

  “You listen to ‘80s music?” Beth asked.

  “I love ‘80s music. It must have been so much fun to grow up in the ‘80s.”

  “It was totally awesome.” Beth laughed. You know how every teen-age girl has a crush on a rock star?”

  “Of course!” Desiree nodded

  “Well, he was mine. All the ‘80s rockers were so sexy, with their long hair and bad-ass attitudes. They wore leather from head to toe and were covered in tattoos. Back then it was still a big deal to have tattoos, not like now.” Beth lowered her top off her shoulder to show off a moon and stars design she had tattooed there.”

  “Ooh, sexy!” Desiree exclaimed.

  “Mom, you show that tattoo to everyone,” Devon groaned as she flipped through a magazine.

  Beth winked at Desiree and continued her story. “I had Teddy’s posters on my bedroom wall, in my locker, pretty much everywhere. Whenever MTV played one of their videos, I would tape it and watch it over and over again on my TV in my bedroom.

  “Taped? Videos on MTV?” she asked.

  “It was the ‘80s,” Devon chimed in with a smirk. “Before the dawn of modern civilization.”

  Desiree, however, was fascinated with the whole ‘80s rock scene. Her conservative parents, who also grew up in that era, referred to it as ‘Devil’s Music’, which of course, only made her even more drawn to it.

  “One weekend during our summer vacation, Thrust came to my hometown of Grandview, California to do a big concert at the Grandview Auditorium. They were on their Big, Bad and Loaded tour, and my friend DeeDee and I camped out in the parking lot so we would be first in line to get good seats.” Beth smiled at Desiree, who was hanging on every word.

  “Did you guys sleep in your car or something?” Desiree scooted closer to Beth, who nodded.

  “Yup, there were a whole bunch of us camping out. It was a real parking lot party. But, when the concert tickets went on sale the next day, I was pretty disappointed to find the best seats we could get were in the ninth row.”

  “Ninth row is not too bad,” Desiree told her. “At least you guys were on the floor and not up in the nosebleed section.”

  “Yes, but if you wanted to meet them, you had to be closer, much closer. The band needed to be able to see you, so you could get that coveted backstage pass.”

  “Ooh.” Desiree’s eyebrows shot up.

  “I’m gonna go grab a coffee . . . you two have fun.” Devon bounded out of the room, leaving Desiree and Beth alone in the dungeon. Desiree was frantically scribbling in her journal, not wanting to miss a word of Beth’s story.

  “Ok, then what happened?” Desiree looked up at Beth, wide-eyed.

  “So, when the night of the concert finally arrived, DeeDee and I dressed as sexy as we could, underneath our parent-approved baggy T-shirts and jeans.”

  Desiree nodded in understanding. She had done the same thing when she was a teenager.

  “I wore black leather pants, black lace gloves, and a very tight black tank top, with black high heels of course,” Beth gestured six inches with her fingers. “DeeDee had on a sexy black mini-skirt and high-heeled boots.”

  “I approve.” Desiree grinned. “You must have looked super hot.”

  “We were smokin’,” Beth said. “I so wanted to meet the band. I even brought flowers and a teddy bear to throw up onto the stage at Teddy.”

  “A Teddy Bear for Teddy?” Desiree chuckled.

  “Exactly! Girls did it all the time. So, while the roadies were doing the sound check, my friend and I were trying frantically to get to the front. We were squeezing and shoving, until we finally managed to get there. When I heard sound check go, ‘Teddy, guitar. Teddy, guitar,’ I gave a huge cheer, I was so excited.”

  “Ok, then what happened?”

  “The lights went dark, and the show began, amid a throng of screaming heavy metal heads. Unfortunately, we were stuck in the ninth row. I scanned the crowd and looked at DeeDee and yelled, ‘What are we gonna do? I’ll never get Teddy’s attention all the way back here.’”

  “So, what did DeeDee do?”

  “Well, DeeDee was very resourceful. As the band started their first song, she spied two teen-aged boys in the front row. We were lucky, because they were sitting right across from where Teddy was playing on stage. DeeDee grabbed my hand and we flew down the steps and wiggled our way to them. And, in her best Debbie Harry impersonation, DeeDee asked them if we could sit on their laps. They gladly agreed, so we plopped right down.”

  “Did you give them hard-ons?” Desiree giggled at the thought of the free-spirited girls. She too had lusted after musicians and rockers, but never quite had the audacity to actually try to meet them, let alone toss her leopard print thong on the stage at one.

  “Probably, but that wasn’t important. I didn’t care about them, I was there to see Teddy. He was amazing up close, jamming like a maniac on his shiny, black Fender Stratocaster.”

  Desiree smiled at Beth, who now had a dreamy expression on her face.

  “I was in awe. I mean, I was in love with him, and there he was in the flesh. So I ran up to the stage and threw the Teddy Bear. It whizzed right passed Teddy’s head, and he turned around to see it fly backstage. As he turned his attention back to me, I made an ‘I Love You’ gesture with my hands, and he gave me a thumbs up.”

  “Wow!” Desiree grinned, her eyes widening in wonder.

  “Yeah, I was thrilled. Then, one by one, I started to throw the flowers onto the stage at Teddy. He smiled at me, even in the middle of his guitar solo. DeeDee and I laughed when he picked up the flowers and started to throw them back at me.”

  “Oh, how romantic. You must have been flipping out!” Desiree gushed.

  “Believe me, I was! Then the lead singer came over to the stage where Teddy was, he picked up a flower and ate it.” Beth rolled her eyes.

  “Gross—Funny, but gross.”

  “After a few minutes of back and forth flower throwing, I noticed Teddy motioned for one of the roadies to come over to him. He bent down and whispered something to the roadie, and pointed in our direction . . . I held by breath.”

  “And then . . . ?” Desiree was sitting on the edge of her seat now.

  “The roadie motioned me over to the security gate. I went over and he said, ‘After the show I’ll give you backstage passes from Teddy.’”

  “On, my God!” Desiree’s jaw dropped.

  “Yup, I nearly fainted. I went back over to Dee Dee and told her. She started screaming and jumping up and down because she had a crush on the drummer! So, there we were,
a couple of virgin groupies getting our first backstage passes to meet our idols.”

  “A dream come true.” Desiree sighed.

  “When the show was over, the roadie motioned Dee Dee and me over to the gate. He gave us the backstage passes, and we ran in, giggling like a couple of school girls, which we were, of course.

  “The roadie led us to a large hospitality room for the band, where the crew was setting up a lavish buffet and bar. There were lots and lots of people milling around, but it was mostly the roadies and crew. I looked around for Teddy and the band, but I didn’t see them. One guy offered us some beer and wine. I was too excited to eat or drink, so Dee Dee and I found a table and sat down.

  “We anxiously waited for the band to come in. After a few minutes, they ambled in, one by one. First the lead singer, then the bass player, the drummer, and finally Teddy. Members of their entourage jumped into action, getting them beer, joints, and food.”

  Beth paused for effect. “Then it happened . . . Teddy looked over at me and smiled.”

  “Amazing . . . I would have come in my panties right then and there.”

  “I almost did. It was surreal. Teddy walked over and introduced himself and sat down next to me. The chemistry between us was almost electric. I was nervous, excited, and most of all, wet. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he liked me. He asked me my name and how old I was. I smirked and said, ‘I’m not jailbait.’ Of course, that wasn’t true.”

  “So, you lied and told him you were over eighteen?”

  “I didn’t lie, I just didn’t tell him.”

  “Quick thinking.”

  “So, after a few minutes of small talk, he grabbed my hand and said, ‘Let’s go for a walk.’ I got up and turned to look back at Dee Dee, who was grinning at me knowingly. Teddy led me through the crowded room to the door and down a long corridor.

  “‘Where are we going?’ I asked him. He just squeezed my hand and led me down the long hall, passing guys with walkie-talkies and girls with wardrobe racks. We finally arrived at his dressing room. He opened the door, and we went inside. Then he closed the door behind us, leaving us alone in the small, quiet room.