Finding A Way In


Author’s Note: This story was originally written back in 2000, before online marketplaces for tickets and smart phones, when you had to actually go stand in line and buy your concert tickets, and if you wanted them the night of the show you had to find some seedy guy in the parking lot and negotiate for scalped tickets. My GenX peeps know what I’m talking about. In that light, please enjoy this erotic quickie.
My girlfriend Sami and I left for the concert fully expecting to rock out and see a great show. I didn’t have tickets, something I hadn’t shared with her. The morning I was supposed to stand in line and buy them I was way too hung over and ignored the alarm I’d set on my phone. But I’d just gotten paid and had a wad of cash in my pocket. I expected the scalpers would be three feet deep in the stadium parking lot.
Sami would be pissed if she knew I hadn’t bought the tickets, but I had a plan. We’d get to the venue, and I’d suddenly realize I’d forgotten the tickets. I’d leave her by the door and run back to the car, where I’d just score primo seats off a scalper and Sami would be none the wiser. The plan was flawless — until it wasn’t.
I circled back to the parking lot and there were no scalpers at all, just other fans milling around pregaming, and a handful of undercover cops trying to blend in with the crowd. I’d learn later that the cops had an undercover operation going and had swept all the scalpers out of the area. I loitered for about a half hour, but there were no tickets to be had. In a word, I was screwed. This was Sami’s favorite band and she’d been looking forward to the show for months. I’d be lucky if she just broke up with me. She might just murder me right there in front of everyone. Sami had a temper. I had to get back to her. She probably thought I’d been kidnapped or something.
Sami stood by the front of the venue, arms crossed and tapping her foot. She did not look happy. She thought we were there early enough to grab drinks before the show started and now the opening act was on, and we weren’t even inside.
“What the hell, Johnny?” she asked. “What’s wrong?”
“There’s a problem, babe.” I flashed my most charming smile, hoping it might defuse her. It did not.
“Did you leave the tickets at home?”
I did quick calculations in my head. I could lie and tell her that, yes, I did leave the tickets at home. It was a forty-five minute drive each way and it was unlikely Sami would want to run home, get them, and come back, but it was her favorite band. She also just might want to see the tickets when we got home and keep them for something. I figured it was best to tell her the truth there in public, where she might not murder me. I laid it out for her, carefully explaining all my good intentions and how my plan had been foolproof.
“I guess not, because you’re a fool and it still failed. Motherfucker! How could you lead me on all this time and bring me here when you didn’t have tickets? Seriously, what the hell, Johnny?”
“I’m sorry, babe. It’s not my fault. You know there are always scalpers at these things. How was I supposed to know this was the night the narcs were going to crack down and screw me over?”
“You’re a fucking idiot, Johnny. This always happens with you. Always some scheme that comes crashing down, rather than just doing things right. Why do I even bother with you?”
Sami stormed off and I scrambled in her wake, sputtering excuses. She didn’t want to hear it. Finally, I grabbed her arm and she spun on me, hand raised for a slap that probably would have knocked my block off. Sami was no shrinking violet. I didn’t doubt that she could kick my ass. She was a fiery, passionate woman. I was lucky to have her.
“Don’t fucking touch me, Johnny,” she warned, glaring at me.
“Babe, Sami, I have a plan. Hear me out.”
“Another shitty plan? Why should I believe this one will work?”
“Just trust me.”
Sami barked out a laugh. “This is your last chance, Johnny. If you fuck this up, I’m just going to the nearest bar and finding some hot guy to take me home.”
She was angry enough that I believed she’d do it. And trust me, Sami is hot. She would have no trouble finding a guy to give her a ride — any kind of ride she wanted. That was the curse of being with a girl out of your league. I always worried a better guy would come along and swipe her from me. Sami always swore she loved me, but I couldn’t help thinking a girl that hot should be with some built, alpha guy. Sami was a petite, curvy, bouncy twenty-eight-year-old blonde with a great rack she loved to show off and an ass to die for. She was all tits and ass and turned every head that passed her by. Not even my friends got what she was doing with me.
“Just come with me, babe,” I told her.
I took Sami down a damp, seedy alley that led to the back of the venue. I knew it well because my friends and I would go there to get high before we went to see shows. We wound around dumpsters and took a hard left to the backstage doors, which were guarded by a mountain of a man in a yellow windbreaker. His arms were crossed, and he didn’t look happy to be assigned to such a crap detail. I hoped that would work in my favor. He was probably looking to earn a little extra cash.
The security guy ignored me, like I was another piece of garbage in the alley, but he was all about Sami, just like every other male on the planet. She was particularly noticeable that night, decked out for the concert in a tight red, cropped tank top that hardly hid anything — not even the black bra beneath it — and the tiniest of black denim miniskirts. She wore a jacket over the top, but it was pushed to the side by her tits, and her nipples stared at the security guy. He stared back.
Okay, so my plan wasn’t so much a plan as the idea that if I threw money at an underpaid security guard, he’d let us slip inside and we’d end up backstage. I’d be a hero. I laid it out for him and the guard laughed at me.
“I am not letting you in there for a couple hundred bucks. You’re out of your mind,” he said.
I counted all the money I had on me. I couldn’t buy drinks if I gave it to him, but maybe I could get us inside. “How about three-fifty?” I asked.
“This is a sweet gig. Not tonight, but it’s good. I’m not risking my job for three hundred and fifty bucks. Get the fuck out of here, man. You can leave her, though.”
Sami was fuming beside me. She was right. This was another shitty plan. I didn’t know if I could come back from this. There was an ATM close. I’d empty my bank account if it meant I could make this right. “What will it take?” I asked.
“Nothing you’ve got,” he replied, eyeing Sami meaningfully. “But she could earn her way in.”
“I am not going to fuck you to see a concert,” she spat indignantly. I was proud of my girl. She was so angry at me, I thought she just might to spite me. Then she added, “Though I should, just to teach this asshole a lesson.”
“Hey, I’ll negotiate. How big of a fan are you? How about a blowjob?”
Sami didn’t immediately say no, and I looked at her, stunned that she seemed to be considering it. She couldn’t be that pissed at me, could she? Yeah, Sami wasn’t uptight, but she wasn’t a slut either. She wasn’t just going to blow a guy in an alley to see a concert. She loved me. She would never do that to me, no matter how angry she was.
“Can you guarantee I won’t get thrown out once I’m in there?” she asked. I noticed she said I, not we.
“Honey, if you show me your tits and let me play with them, I’ll get you a backstage pass once you’re in there. You’ll be golden.”
I couldn’t believe it. They were negotiating like I wasn’t even there. Sami had to be fucking with me to teach me a lesson. There was no way this was going to happen.
Sami shrugged and said, “Okay, let’s do this.”
“Sami, babe,” I said, taking her arm again to make her look at me. She turned, but I wish she hadn’t. Her green eyes blazed with fury.
“I said don’t touch me, Johnny.”
The guard took a step forward and said, “You heard the lady, back off.”
“Listen pal,” I said. That was a mistake.
The guard came away from the doors, close enough to chest bump me. I saw his name tag said Baxter. He was a head taller and twice as broad as I was. He was somewhere in his thirties, with a shaved head and a goatee. Not bad looking, but a brute. He was not going to let me fuck up his deal. I stepped back, smart enough to know when I’d lost. Sami put a hand on his chest and backed him off. She was still angry with me, but she didn’t want to see me get my ass beat. She softened when she spoke to me.
“Just go over there and let me take care of this, Johnny. You know how good I am. It’ll be over in a minute,” she said, rubbing my arm.
“But Sami, come on. Are you really gonna blow another guy? Are you going to make me watch you do it?” I was pleading and sounded weak, the opposite of our new friend.
“I’m not making you do anything, Johnny. You can go if you want. But you’re the reason this is happening. You’re the one who lied and brought me down here. So don’t blame me for doing this. Blame yourself.”
“You don’t have to do this.”
“I do if I want to see the concert. Maybe I want to do it, did you think of that?”
“What if I can’t unsee it?”
“You like porn, baby. Maybe you’ll like this,” she smirked. Sami turned back to Baxter and said, “Let’s do this, big guy.”
They moved into an alcove where no one would see them — no one but me. Baxter gallantly threw his windbreaker down on the ground for Sami to kneel on, so she wouldn’t skin her knees. It almost seemed like he’d done this before. Sami knelt in front of him and waited. He told her to take it out, making clear who was in charge.
Sami opened his black tactical pants and pulled him out. He was huge. Of course, he was. A big man like that didn’t have a little cock. She could barely get her fingers around that hog, and both hands didn’t cover it. This was the worst-case scenario, and it just kept getting worse.
Sami smiled up at him and licked that big shaft from tip to balls. Baxter moaned his approval. She held that thing up and sucked each of his hairy, plum-sized balls into her mouth, moaning like she loved it. Sami was being intentionally filthy, and it was as much to punish me as to make Baxter come quickly. She licked and kissed her way back to the purple helmet, licked it all over, then stretched her lips around it. It was a struggle, and Sami grunted as she tried to accommodate him. She only got maybe half of him into her mouth, but she worked her magic on it. She pumped the rest with her fist as she sucked.
“Aw fuck, that’s good, honey. You’re earning it, aren’t you?” Baxter groaned, staring down at my kneeling girlfriend like he was in love. He brushed back her long, blonde hair so he could see her face.
Sami stared up at him like she was in love, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, the wet noises floating back to the corner where I hid in the shadows, watching like a weak creep.
“You’re fucking awesome, honey. Damn that mouth is good, what are you doing with that loser?” Baxter moaned. I wished I could argue with him, but he was right. I’d never felt more like a loser. “Come on, now honey. Show me those titties.”
Sami kept him in her mouth while she shrugged out of her jacket and pulled the straps of her top and bra from her shoulders. She folded them down and her magnificent, pale orbs bounced into view. Sami’s tits really were a work of art. Baxter marveled at them and pulled her up so he could get a handful. But they were more than a handful, even for a big guy like him. He mashed those things in his hands, making her dark pink nipples pop with excitement. Sami loved the rough treatment. She was always telling me to fuck her harder in bed. He pinched her nipples and she gasped, squirming. I knew the signs. Sami was just as turned on as he was. I was scared this could get out of hand.
In that moment, I realized they weren’t the only ones turned on. I was rock-fucking-hard. Like, harder than I’d ever been in my life. Harder than if it were my dick that had just been in Sami’s mouth. What the fuck was wrong with me? I was watching my hot girlfriend play with another guy and I liked it? Where the hell did that come from? I watched them together, tiny Sami in front of that mountain of a man and it just looked right. It confirmed all my fears. Baxter was an alpha, a real man. The kind of man Sami should be with. And that monster between his legs was just what she needed. I wasn’t small, but I couldn’t hang with that. My cock throbbed and I rubbed it through my jeans.
“You’re fucking perfect, honey. Fuck the concert, let me take you home and show you a real good time,” Baxter grunted. Sami still played with his cock while he groped her tits.
“That wasn’t the deal, baby. You’re hot and all, but I really want to see the concert. They’re my favorite band,” she cooed, blowing him a kiss. For a second, I thought Sami might really kiss him, which would have been a dagger in my heart.
“Then you’d better get back down there and earn it, honey.”
Sami sank back to her knees and did what she did best. But even as she took him back in her mouth, I realized part of me wished she would go home with Baxter — if I could come too. I wanted to see her take his meat. I wanted to see that real man fuck my girlfriend silly. Fuck, I was crazy.
Baxter held Sami’s hair and started fucking her mouth. She struggled to keep up, but like I said, she liked the rough stuff. Sami made weird gagging sounds and drooled as he fucked into her throat. I didn’t know if I should interrupt. I was afraid he might suffocate her. But Sami sucked cock like a champ. It was kind of her thing. She worked her magical lips and before long Baxter was trembling and gasping like a fish out of water.
“Fuck…fuck…ohh fuck…” he cursed, trembling.
Sami’s throat worked as she swallowed rapidly. His balls dumped a huge load into her mouth and some of it dripped from her lips as she sucked and drained him. She got every last drop and released him with a loud pop, licking her lips.
“Mmm, tasty. Thanks for the snack,” she said.
“Sweet fuck, where have you been all my life?” Baxter asked, staggering back and pulling up his pants.
Sami fixed her top and stood, brushing at her knees. They were red, even with the windbreaker under them. Would anyone looking guess how she’d gotten inside?
“Okay, honey. You can come on in,” he said, sweating even though Sami had done all the work.
“What about him?” she asked, looking back at me.
“You’re kidding, right? That douchebag let you suck my dick, and you still want to bring him inside?”
Sami came over and took my hand, staring down at the wet spot on my jeans. I came when Baxter did. I couldn’t help myself. She just smirked. Sami led me to the door.
“He’s my douchebag, and he doesn’t let me do anything. I do what I want, don’t I baby?”
“Uh yeah, I’m not the boss of her,” I mumbled, unable to look Baxter in the eyes.
“Whatever,” Baxter grunted. “You earned it, honey. Let’s go get your backstage passes, you twisted fucks.”
Baxter made a last try to get Sami’s phone number, right in front of me like I was a non-factor. I guess I was to him, and I couldn’t argue. I stayed silent and let Sami turn him down, trying to figure out why that disappointed me.
We got our lanyards and had an amazing night. We were backstage just as the band went on and the show was incredible. They came off afterward and the drummer picked Sami right out of the crowd. We were asked back to green room and Sami spent the whole night on his lap, while I hung out in the corner like a phantom. His hands were all over her and Sami didn’t mind one bit. My biggest disappointment was that I couldn’t see everything he did to my girlfriend from my spot in the corner. Sami did tell me how his hand spent the night up her skirt when she was riding me later. I think I came harder than she did when she told me.
The band was playing another show the next night about two hours away and Sami’s friendliness scored us backstage passes again. Sami didn’t have to earn her way into that show, but she more than showed her gratitude afterward — with my full encouragement. But that’s another story.
