Groupie

*All characters in this story are over 18 years old.*

[2 years post-COVID]

I was super-thrilled. My favorite band, the punk group Eleven Deadly Evelyns, was going on tour again and their first stop would be my city. They had formed right after the pandemic had finally ended and had quickly become an international hit.

I immediately bought first-row tickets and sent off a fawning - or pleading, perhaps - letter. See, while I liked all 11 members of the all-female group as musical artists, I had a huge crush on the tall, busty brunette Evelyn 9, the group's bassist who also did the backup vocals. (Evelyn 1 was the lead singer.)

I sent Evelyn 9 a letter, including a face pic of myself, saying how awesome the group was and in particular how beautiful and talented she was, mentioning that I was probably her most dedicated fan and that I would be in the front row to see her perform.

I got a short reply from the group's publicist, saying how nice it was to have fans and that they appreciated their loyal fan base. It seemed almost like a form letter, but at least I knew my letter had been received.

One of the things about Eleven Deadly Evelyns was that they only held live concerts on Saturdays, and then it was during the day and not at night. That way people could watch them perform from noon until 4 or 5 and still have the evening to enjoy themselves, plus Sunday to recover. It also meant the band could travel during the week, and have a day or two after they arrived to physically and mentally prepare. Some of their fans also took the opportunity to go to a second live concert in the evening, and had told the Evelyns how much they appreciated being able to do so.

Anyway, I had my ticket and I was excited. I showered, shaved, and wore my Eleven Deadly Evelyns shirt and pants. I had purchased the fan merch as soon as it was available.

The band took the stage and were awesome, as expected. I couldn't take my eyes off Evelyn 9. She was wearing a gorgeous black dress that showed off her toned, busty body perfectly without being the least bit slutty. Her fingers moved with great skill over the bass guitar as she danced around the stage with the rest of the band. When she sang, her rich voice was the perfect complement to that of Evelyn 1. I was beyond thrilled.

When the show finally ended, I didn't move. People were filing out of the auditorium, but I just sat still, in a happy daze. I only snapped out of it when a female security guard appeared in front of me, and said, "Please come with me, sir."

I rose to my feet and, still half in a trance, followed the guard backstage to the security office. I was wondering what I might have done wrong to be taken here.

My confusion didn't last long. Evelyn 9 walked in a few minutes later.

"So you're Tim," she said. "The fan who wrote the letter making me out to be some kind of goddess."

I nodded. "That's me."

"I've never actually had a groupie before. All the boys flock to Evelyn 1, or Evelyn 3 because she's blonde."

"Really?"

"Truth. So, now what happens?"

I blinked. I felt like a dog who finally caught the car they were chasing, only to have to figure out what to do with it.

"Um... well, I think it's traditional for the celebrity being worshiped to take the groupie to bed and have their way with them."

"You want to be my sex slave for the rest of the afternoon and the evening, then? There's something you should know."

Evelyn 9 walked over to me and whispered into my ear.

"That just makes me more intrigued. So, all 11 of you?"

"Yep, all 11 of us are. We pass pretty well, huh?"

"Really well."

The guard pulled out a large mattress from a concealed alcove and then spoke to me.

"Bathroom's over there if you want to freshen up. Then get naked and lie down. Evelyn 3 took one of her fans on this mattress last Saturday. Incidentally, we keep things in the family: I'm Evelyn 7's sister."

I nodded at the guard, performed a necessary function, and washed my face and hands. Evelyn 9 went into the washroom while I stripped, then she stripped and joined me on the mattress.

"Oooh, you look good, Tim," Evelyn 9 purred.

"Thanks." I lay still, letting her take the lead, absolutely thrilled to be here. Evelyn 9 gently pinned me to the mattress, sliding her body on top of mine, and placed her lips against mine for a soft closed-mouth kiss. I responded with enthusiasm, and after we both stopped to breathe, she gave me an open-mouth kiss. We twined tongues with gusto.

"I don't get a lot of action," Evelyn 9 whispered. "So I may be, shall we say, more enthusiastic than skilled."

"Enthusiastic is good," I whispered back. Evelyn 9 smiled. We kissed again, then broke for air.

"Do you like my chest?" she husked. I nodded, and she slid her body upwards. "Go for it."

I happily kissed my way slowly through her cleavage. Her large breasts surrounded my face. I put an arm around her and pressed her more tightly against me.

Evelyn 9 got the hint and wrapped her arms around me, smothering me with her chest. I held my position until I had to breathe, then kissed up to one of her nipples. I began gently suckling, and she let out a contented noise. I continued suckling, alternating between her nipples, and she shivered.

"Mmmmmm. I like when you do that."

"I'm glad." My reply was muffled by her breast. I held her with one arm and began gently caressing her back and butt with my other hand.

My cock had stiffened, and she noticed. "Ooooh, nice." Her hand gently stimulated me.

I slid my hand between her legs. She was fully erect. "I'm happy that you're happy, Evelyn."

"I don't normally top, but since you wanted to be my slave, I'll do it for you."

"If it would make you happy, I could top you afterwards."

"A good compromise," she grinned. She positioned me on my hands and knees and lubed up my buttcrack. Her cock wasn't particularly large - a good inch smaller than mine, in fact. I'd heard that the hormones transgender women took made it shrink. That was a good thing, given that I'd never had an actual cock back there (my first GF had pegged me a few times with a strap-on, but that was the extent of my experience.)

She put on a condom and eased her way in. "This may take a bit. The hormones make it hard for it to spurt."

"I'm just happy to be with you, Evelyn. Take as long as you need."

She began moving slowly, letting us both get settled. Once our bodies were in sync, she established a smooth, steady rhythm. I let myself relax and found that I liked her being inside me.

"You're very tight, Tim. It feels great."

"I know it does, and you also seem to be enjoying yourself."

"Smartass." She wrapped her arms around me, pressing her body against me. I pushed my butt backwards, trying to get her full length all the way inside. She pumped in and out, holding me and caressing my chest. I made appreciative sounds.

"Keep fucking me, please."

"Oh, I will." She sped her rhythm up, driving herself inside me. My body relaxed even more, and my cock pulsed as she pounded into me. She tensed up, and I knew she was close. I could feel her suddenly throb, and she filled the condom before she pulled out.

I put a condom on my own cock, and she got on her hands and knees.

"You're amazing, Evelyn. And beautiful."

"Flattery will get you everywhere." She drizzled some lube into her crack. I positioned myself behind her and eased slowly inside, like she had done for me.

"Do you prefer to be fucked fast or slow?"

"Once you get a rhythm, fuck me fast, hard and deep."

"As you wish." I took a moment to establish said rhythm, waiting for her body to adjust to my pole inside her. Then I began fucking her fast, like she wanted. I powered my hips back and forth, hammering into her butt.

"Ooooh, yes," she moaned. I drilled into her even faster, moving with the maximum speed I could muster. Her ass tightened around my cock with every thrust. I wasn't going to last very long at this rate.

"Evelyn..."

"Don't hold back."

I'm not one to deny a woman what she wants. I wrapped my arms around her and cupped her magnificent breasts as I slammed her. She moaned more passionately as I lightly tweaked her nipples. I continued to pound her as she pressed her body tightly against mine. It wasn't long before I was squirting into the condom. I pulled out, and we both discarded our used condoms.

"That was awesome, Evelyn."

She lay against me on the mattress as we both slowly recovered. "I enjoyed myself, too."

"So when's your next concert here?"

"I have a better idea." Evelyn 9 gave me a smile. "We could always use another roadie to help out. And when you're helping me, I'll make sure you do a lot of hard work." This was accompanied by a wink.

"You like me that much, huh?"

"Let's just say you've made a good impression. Just keep your nose clean while actually working and don't say anything bad about any of the other girls, or you'll find out why we're called Eleven DEADLY Evelyns."

"I promise."

I let my dead-end retail job know they'd need to find a new stocker, packed my laptop and my essentials, let the landlord know he could rent the place out, and joined the Evelyns as a roadie. And after the tour was over, Evelyn 9 installed me in her bedroom. Life as the boytoy of an idol isn't bad at all.