Rock Her(5)

“True, but it would be nice to find a down to earth kind of gal that I could settle down with. I’m getting sick of these obsessive fan girls.”

“Are you listening to yourself? You’re fucking crazy to be willing to pass on all the fresh pussy out there.”

“I guess man.”



Kip sat low in the giant leather chair looking out over the club from the VIP balcony. The dance floor below writhed with bodies and the beat of the sound system thumped in his chest and ears. It wasn’t rock, and he could not get into it. He was bored. He started to wish he hadn’t come, but then he looked at his Rolex watch and glanced to the door, hoping to see Annie come through it. She didn’t.

He was just about to give up and leave when suddenly below he saw Jack and Joey Lock dragging two women through the crowd toward the stage. Pete Stabbs followed behind with both hands full of bottles. Kip could not make out what brand of alcohol it was from his vantage point.

They reached the riser and lifted both of the girls onto it, and Kip saw Jack asking the DJ to stop the music. The DJ kept shaking his head at him.

What are these clowns up to now? Kip thought to himself.

After minutes of failed negotiating with the DJ, and a considerable audience taking notice and gathering around the two embarrassed girls standing before them, Jack threw his hip into the DJ console, causing a deafening hum throughout the club. But the music continued. Then Lock reached around behind the DJ and yanked on some wires, sending the building into relative silence. Kip stood up, ready to get involved if any trouble started.

The DJ rushed at Lock, but Stabbs was there quickly, blocking the squirrely guy with his considerable size. Then Jack grabbed the microphone and blew into it.

“Is this thing still on? Am I making any noise?” he asked the crowd. A few shouts from the thickening audience told him he was heard.

“Good!” he said. “Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce to you my two new friends, Becky and, and, I’m sorry, what was your name again, honey?” he asked the brunette girl, holding the mic to her face.

“Becky, too,” the brunette said.

“Becky and Becky,” Jack yelled into the mic. “Uh, twins. With, uh, twins of their own,” he gestured to their perfectly formed tits. They giggled and the crowd cheered.

“Becky and Becky have agreed to do anything I say if I’ll just buy them a drink,” Jack said.

The crowd roared this time.

Oh, that was unwise, Kip said to himself from up on the balcony.

“So, in honor of our great fans who honored us in the extreme while we toured the country this last year, Lock and Stabbs and I have decided to let the crowd decide what it is Becky and Becky will do for us!” Cheers from the audience drowned out the last few words of Jack’s speech.

The DJ had finally given up protesting the interruption and went to work getting his sound system live again.

The crowd was so loud that Kip could not hear what was being called out down below. Jack would point into the crowd and say things like, “Good one,” and “Excellent, what else?” and “Umm, I think that would get Becky and Becky arrested, what else?”

Then Jack said, “Alright, alright, we’ll settle for that. Quiet down, everyone. You heard them girls. Take it off!” The crowd screamed again.

Becky and Becky looked at one another and smiled. Then slowly they started to pull up their tops.

“No, wait, hold it, hold it,” Jack said into the mic again. “I think Becky should take Becky’s off, and Becky should take Becky’s off. What do you say?” he turned back to the audience.

The crowd erupted again in applause and cheers.

Becky and Becky shrugged and then they started to undress one another. In no time they were both bare chested and in nothing but their panties. They posed and shimmied for the cheering masses, all smiles.

“Oh, hell no!” Jack screamed into the mic. “No way, you’re not through yet, ladies!” The audience cheered yet again.

“The man said naked. You ain’t naked!” Jack finished.

Oh hell, Jacky, I am going to have to buy this place now, Kip thought.

Becky and Becky shook their hips and then they pulled down their panties and kicked them off, they flew out into the ecstatic crowd and were never seen again by the two Becky’s.

Both the girls turned around and shook their perfect asses at their captive audience while Stabbs poured alcohol down their mouths and down their chests. Their skin glittered under the hot lights of the night club.

“Woo hoo! Drink up girls, you’ve earned it!” Jack yelled into the mic, and the crowd roared with delight. Jack knew how to work an audience. That was a fact.