Wet Spots

All characters depicted in this story are over 18 years old. No animals were harmed in the making of this story.

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I'm very tired. I just played for three hours in the sun. It's late July and the heat is relentless. There's no options for me to play otherwise if I don't perform on the street or in the subway station.

My band is between gigs. I have to hustle if I want to make rent. Last month I just scraped by. It's dicey whether or not I'll have enough month to month to pay my utilities and rent. Luckily my bandmate Craig still lives at home and I can eat a couple of meals a week at his place if I need to.

My guitar case and amplifier seem heavy today. I'm beat, this is the third day in a row I've played on the street in front of the record store. It's a good spot usually but today is a bust. I only made forty two dollars in three hours. I'll have to keep at it if I want to make my goal of a hundred dollars for the day.

I decide the best option is to try busking for a while in front of the liquor store. Usually I make a lot in change there, occasionally I get bills in my case but very few fives and tens, mostly ones. I try to have a wide range of songs to be able to play what's popular and also take requests.

I set down my case and set up my music and mic stands and book from my shoulder bag. My amp runs on batteries so I don't need power to put on a show. I plug in my microphone and remove my guitar from its case and plug it in. I begin tuning up as I check my microphone "Mic check, two, two"

Everything sounds good, I like it in front of this liquor store because it's a shady spot where the sun doesn't beat down on me relentlessly. The sound bounces nicely off of the surrounding buildings creating a beautiful reverb that makes my performances sound larger than life.

I flip open my book and start to play. It's 'Moondance' a van Morrison song. I strum the chords and sing with gusto enjoying the sweet echo provided by the location. I can lose myself in the song and really just listen to what's happening when I'm not fighting the heat. Earlier, in front of the record store, the sun had beaten down mercilessly, causing stinging sweat to run into my eyes as I sang my heart out for dimes and quarters.

A man has stopped to listen, he's well dressed, a blue suit with a tie. He hasn't yet entered the liquor store. He stands there smiling and tapping his foot as I perform the song. I bring the piece to a close and he claps generously and approaches.

"Wow that was really good. I like that song. Do you know any more Van Morrison songs?"

He inquires.

"I also play 'Brown eyed Girl' and 'Wild Night'. I reply, hoping he'll put some money in my case.

"I've got to duck in here for a minute and get some wine for supper tonight but I'll be back in a moment. Could you play me one of those when I get back?" He asks hopefully.

"Sure." I reply, hungry for some recompense like a monkey on an organ grinder's leash dancing for peanuts.

I watch the man walk away as I break into an Elvis tune from my book, Many of the oldies are short songs and work well because they're upbeat, featuring very singable hooks. Sometimes people stop and mumble along until the chorus then sing along strong when I reach the familiar part everyone knows.

A group of girls pull up in a red convertible mustang and pile out of the car laughing and giggling with each other. They're young and beautiful. Two brunettes and two blondes.

One blonde is very shapely, maybe a little on the big side with a bit of a belly, but not overly heavy. Her tits are quite big and her ass is generous and round. She sports jean shorts that seem a little small so her cheeks peek out from the bottom and pleasantly meet her thick and appealing legs. Her hair, in a ponytail, frames a beautiful face with pretty blue eyes.

The other blond girl is skinny with glasses and striking hazel eyes. She doesn't have much of a bust but she's also wearing jean shorts that accentuate her tight round bum. She is also very pretty in the face with long flowing hair. Her pale skin is gorgeous and her long legs are delicious.

One of the brunettes has a very athletic look and a mocha complexion, maybe she is Indian or middle Eastern. Her brown skin on display in short red jean shorts and a black t-shirt that tented out nicely with her healthy bust. Her long, black, flowing hair framing an attractive face with big brown eyes.

The other brunette is perky and short with a nice short skirt and spaghetti strap top that shows a lot of her well tanned body. Her figure is athletic and shapely. A beauty mark under her lip draws my attention to her very pretty face. She notices me looking at her while performing and smiles generously.

They walk by amused and beaming as they continue to laugh and joke amongst themselves. They cast grins and flash eyes my way as I play and sing. I admire their beauty as they walk by. Their scent lingering as they proceed into the liquor store. How nice it would be to have a beautiful girl to call my own.

I enjoy watching people and especially beautiful girls. It's one of the perks of my job. Women, almost always, return a smile if I smile at them first. Women seem to be innately attracted to musicians. If not for the lack of money, my decent appearance and musical ability are enough to initially garner female interest.

Alone in bed at night I often feel a lonesome longing for the feel of a woman beside me. It's only natural to succumb to these feelings. I'm 29 years old but have only had a handful of girlfriends in my life so far. Many of them for less than a month or so.

I find women fickle and often attracted to money or status more so than genuine affection or physical attraction. It's the way of things in the modern world and I just accept it. I try to lose myself in my passion for music and let that be my outlet for my longing. My hope is that when I sing, my honesty and longing is conveyed through my performances.

The man in the blue suit returns just as I'm belting out the last line of my song.

"You can do anything but lay off o my blue suede shoes."

"Hey that was great, can you sing me that Van Morrison tune?" He inquires as he bends over to put a folded bill into my case. I don't see whether it's a one or a five but I'm happy for any cash I can obtain.

"Sure I say." Smiling as I flip my book open to "Wild Nights" and start playing the signature intro riff.

The man smiles and taps his foot as I boogie and surrender myself to the song. The girls emerge as I hit the second chorus and they stop to listen. They smile and join the man watching me. The pretty mocha skinned girl removes her cell phone and starts filming me as I hit the chorus.

"Oooh oohhh ohhh weee... wild night is calling."

I don't choose my songs based on what I like, but rather on the criteria of what's popular and common. People are more apt to donate to a musician who is tasteful and plays recognizable tunes they've heard before. Songs that evoke emotions and fond memories are what pay the bills. Artistic credibility doesn't figure into it or often transpire outside of my band where we write and perform our own original songs. Sometimes we'll do a unique cover of a song but we try to be original and create real art.

I've performed enough and have an overall familiarity with music that I can let my mind wander as I carry on playing. It hasn't always been that way.

Years ago when I started out as a musician I was not very polished and succumbed to mistakes and distractions much easier. Now though, I could play through just about any turmoil or imposition.

"Oooh oohhh ohhh weee ...wild night is calling." I finish with an abrupt strum of eighth notes and mute my guitar. The man and the bevy of lovely girls clap appreciatively. The girls fish in their purses and supplement my earnings depositing change and small bills into my guitar case. The man approaches again.

"Do you have a business card? My office has functions and your music would be a good fit." I assure him that I do and fish a card with my information out of my pocket. It's a common question and I love the work. It's always exciting to play such events. There's usually free food and drinks on top of the hundred dollars an hour that I charge.

After they leave I continue to play for about an hour without anything of mention occurring. The odd person glances over as I play and once in a while someone will stoop to deposit some money into my open guitar case. I can average about seventeen to twenty songs in an hour. I try to keep going song after song with no breaks except to occasionally tune my guitar or drink some water. I've learned to put salt and flavoured crystals in my water so I don't just sweat and piss it out in the summer heat. Staying hydrated is a must and somewhat of a challenge on scorchers like today.

As I break into my second hour in front of Murray's Liquor on 27th st, my mind starts to wander as I sing. I'm imagining those beautiful girls from before. A dirty fantasy of them bending over in their shorts and summer fashions. Their pert healthy asses round and beautiful on display as they look at me for approval and beg me to choose one of them. Their eyes all riveted on me as I peruse the beauties ranged before me. Drooling over their denim and skirt clad peach like round bottoms.

"Which one of us do you want first." The heavy blond one says in my daydream. She's my favourite, her blue eyes are so piercing and she is healthy and pleasantly plump. I imagine her to be the most eager to please sexually. Her heavy breasts look so soft and inviting as she laughs mischievously and begs me to fondle her beautiful bum.

I imagine running my hand over her ample butt as I touch her lips with the fingers of my other hand. My fantasy girl opens her full lips and sucks my finger as I inspect her fleshy bottom with my eager hand. She stares at me seductively as I vet her for insemination.

I'm jerked out of my daytime fantasy by a small sweet voice as I close out the red hot chilli peppers song "under the bridge".

There, beside me, is a young girl, maybe ten years younger than me, not even twenty. She's at least a full foot shorter than me looking up at me with discernible admiration. Her blond hair is short and tightly curled. She's wearing brown lipstick and some eye makeup that really makes her dark blue eyes seem outstanding and bright. She's very young and pretty. An uncommon beauty.

She's decked out in black lace up boots that come up to just below the knee with a slight heel. Adorned in a plaid school girl skirt and a white shirt accented by suspenders. She's really innocent looking and adorable. Her visage is that of a classic beauty and her big blue eyes are magnetic. I'm a little dumbstruck. I lost myself in song for the better part of an hour. Also she had jolted me out of my dirty daydream of the plump blond from earlier.

"I like your music. You sing really well."

"Thank you." I reply with a happy smile. She's so sweet. Her voice is precious. She has an innocence and nubility about her that's instantly alluring.

"Do you play?" I ask, hoping to keep the conversation going even though she seems a bit young for me. There's a quality of beckoning in her very presence. It's striking and immediate. Her eyes are especially luring. Her gaze beckons me with an air of mutual attraction.

It's probably just my want of the attention of this lovely feminine creature. She's an absolute vision. Her body is fantastic and small. Her breasts are large and healthy and a choker with a ring draws attention to her exposed neck and sprightly cleavage. She easily has my attention.

"I like to sing sometimes." She says. Her sweet little voice is like a song. It reminds me of the character Melody from the Archie comics, Josie and the Pussycats. Every time Melody spoke her speech balloon would be littered with eighth notes along with the text. This girl's voice has that quality. I can't say I'd ever heard a euphonious voice before but she has a cantor that's unmistakably distinct and lovely.

My whole body is reacting to her. She moves a bit closer and her hand reaches out to touch my guitar admiringly.

"It's amazing, the way you sing and play guitar. What's your name?" She asks.

The hair on my neck and arms is standing up. My cock is semi hard against my leg. I feel tingly and her close proximity is allowing me to inhale the intoxicating smell of her hair and perfume. She's made a point of getting close to me while maintaining her unwavering gaze.

I have never experienced this type of interaction with a female before.

Usually I have to initiate an advance if I recognize a mutual attraction. This beautiful little ingenue is easily seducing me with her adoring blue eyes and overall palpable adulation.

I can tell immediately the she wants to be close to me. It's undeniable, in her eyes, as she stares straight into my lonely soul. I can feel a thirst for her devouring my consciousness and overtaking my body. This is no ordinary meeting. It's as if she's an angel sent from heaven and she wants me to feel her devotion. There's an empathic quality to her presence, like she feels my longing and is responding in answer to my prayers.

"My name is Casper. How about you?" I ask enamoured by her absolutely adoring presence and youthful beauty.

"I'm Lacey" She smiles. My lord, what a sweet vision.

She moves closer, her hand fingering my guitar with reverence and sensuality. This is the most erotic interaction I'd ever had with a girl and we're both fully clothed.

"Your guitar is beautiful, how long have you been playing for?" She inquires, a wide smile still adorning her face as her dark blue eyes stare right into me, piercing me to the depths of my soul. I'm so aroused. She easily has me in her thrall.

"Since I was a teen." I admit as I swallow hard. My mouth is dry and her close proximity is not making it any easier to keep a cool composure.

"I always wanted to play an instrument. Music is so therapeutic." She says as she moves incredibly close. She's definitely letting me know she likes the effect the music has on her. Her eyes are like magnets and my gaze is locked with hers as she emanates sweetness from her very being.

"I find it makes life much easier if you have a song to sing." I reply quite candidly. I want to touch her. She's so close. The smell of her hair and skin is irresistible. Sweet like flowers and candy. She's an absolute treasure.

"I'm just going to pack up here, do you want to grab a drink with me?" I ask, without trying to reveal the fact I desperately need to spend more time with her. I don't want her to know how anguished she's making me feel. Having never met her before, I now immediately feel I need her in my life more than anything.

"I'd absolutely love that," She replies with a warm zeal meant to convey absolute devotion. Her eyes and mouth are beaming with girlish joy. She even squirms a little bending at the knee and rubbing her legs together. "Could you do something for me first though." She asks with hopeful pulchritude.

At this point I probably would have jumped through flaming hoops backwards if she asked but I try to not reveal that I'm hopelessly enamoured with this foxy little ingenue.

"It depends what it is." I reply as I muster a cagey smile. I'm really struggling to play it cool. She's absolutely enticing. Her beautiful smile and eyes are impossible to say no to. I have to keep my wits about me. I hardly know this girl and she has me in the palm of her dainty little hand. I don't even know her name.

"Do you know how to play "Why don't you do right?" She asks innocently.

"You mean by Peggy Lee?" I reply with a kind smile, knowing full well she wants the version from the film "Who framed Roger Rabbit". The very seductive sultry version performed by Jessica Rabbit. This girl is pulling out all the stops. She really wants to seduce me. My dick is hard enough to cut fucking diamonds. She's still so close to me and her eyes are sparkling with passion. Is she as turned on as I am or was this all some kind of game?

"Have you seen the movie 'Who Framed Roger Rabbit?' Like Jessica Rabbit sings, in the film." She asks expectantly.

"I've never played that but I think I can remember that version. How's this key?" I ask as I begin to play the descending line, my hands recalling the sultry descending bass lick.

"That's it!" She exclaims giddily. Her eyes shining even brighter. The admiration for my efforts tangible in her adoring eyes. She closes her eyes for a moment and then lets the music possess her. Her hips begin to slowly sway as she proceeds to oscillate in sensual surrender to the chords from my guitar. She allows the music to guide her body as she emanates overwhelming seductive feminine vivacity.

"You had plenty money 19...22," Oh my god! She's projecting her sweet little voice with more volume and power than I expected. She sings deliciously as she moves her body around on the sidewalk like a practiced seductress. Her hips sway with palatable sexual energy as her vampish little body oozes temptation.

I keep playing as best I can with my dick throbbing a beat of its own against my leg. This girl is driving me absolutely crazy. Is this even really happening? I've been asked to play songs to back up female singers before, but this is something different. Not only does she know the song, she is the song. She's easily doing what I constantly strive for emotionally in my performances. On top of that she's making her intention to seduce and be sexual towards me about as subtle as an ice pick lobotomy.

She begins to gently tease her young body against me like an oversexed seductress. She's absolutely transformed from the sweet girl I just met into a smouldering sex kitten who could make any man her plaything. Is this just an act? I swallow hard. I'm glad I have a guitar in front of me to hide my dick.

"Get outa here....give me some money too." She pushes my arm playfully as she sings the words. Her touch is absolute heaven. She knows what she's doing and I can tell she's loving it. It's obvious she's performed this act before, maybe in the mirror at home, or in a play. She's so good! Her voice is excellent and her performance and delivery is genuine and vampy. What a woman!

I continue to play the descending chord line as the song draws to a close. I decide to end after the third pass at it with a ritard to bring it home. What the fuck had just happened? My cock is throbbing, my face is flushed. I'm grinning like an idiot. I met this girl less than five minutes ago and I'm madly in love with her. I've never been a lovesick fool or quick to be enticed but this captivating little succubus is seething with sexual witchery.

"How was that?" She says as she instantly transforms back into the sweet little teen girl with a beaming smile and adoring eyes. Why is she seeking my approval? Does she have some kind of daddy issues? Do I even fucking care right now? I want to throw her against the wall and hike up her skirt and pump her full of rock hard dick until she screams in abandon while I explode inside her tight young hole.

"What's your name?" I ask

"Lacie, Lacie Phelps." She says twisting her hips and swinging her skirt with girlish nonchalance.

I can't help myself from thinking such thoughts about her. I'm enthralled with her passionate demeanour and beauty. I don't think she cares either from the way she's looking at me, her gaze is smouldering and intense. She seems hot for me!

"That was really good, I didn't expect you to be such a comfortable performer." I say, hoping not to sound absolutely awestruck.

I bend down to unplug my mic and guitar and start wrapping my cables as she watches me intently.