Being on the road had its perks.  It had its pitfalls too, but they weren’t all bad.  A different city every night meant a different adventure.  A different world.  A new place to explore.  Missy wasn’t famous enough yet to be recognized when she was out in public, especially when she wore her hair up and had on glasses.  It was a real Clark Kent situation.  She was grateful, because otherwise, she might not be able to have all the anonymous fun she wanted.

This evening, for instance, Missy was in the mood to suck some cock.   She wanted to be on her knees while a guy fucked her face, and felt like she’d be restless until she got it out of her system.  If it had been the night of a show, she’d grab a groupie, or maybe even kiss up to the other band’s drummer.  Hell, if she had his number, she’d drop a line.  She honestly wasn’t sure if Dethklok made it into town yet.  Those guys had enough money for jets and anything else at their disposal, so it wasn’t like they had to drive straight from one town to another like her band did.  For all she knew, they could’ve been in fucking Europe for the night.

It didn’t matter though.  Missy had a plan for how to spend her evening.  It was something she’d always wanted to try, but never had the balls to commit to before.  She was going to find a glory hole.  It was risky, of course.  If she got caught, she wasn’t sure if it’d kill or elevate her career given her persona, and she didn’t want to find out.  She just wanted to taste dick.  She wanted to swallow some guy’s load.  She wanted inspiration for another fucked up song.

She found herself in a sex shop in the shadier part of town.  There were plenty of stories online about this place, and she felt herself getting wet in anticipation.  Inside was pretty clean; a lot classier and less skeevy than the outside.  She perused the items for a minute, looking at the lingerie and dildos that were bigger than her arm, making a mental note that she might need to grab one of those to keep her company on the bus.  Her eyes skimmed the DVDs, and she picked up one just for the hell of it.  It looked to be some horror movie porn parody; she figured she’d at least get a laugh if the hole was a bust.  She eventually wandered towards the back of the store, seeing the arcade.

Missy read the disclaimer on the door that separated it from the rest of the store.  She then pushed her way in.  She walked down the row of doors, frowning as she noticed all the green lights above them, implying their vacancy.  Maybe business was slow on a Wednesday night.  With a sigh, she fed a door near the back a bill, and it unlocked for her.  She had four hours once she got inside.  The booth was plain.  It was dim in there, but not dark.  There was a plastic chair, a flat screen TV, and a hole to the left of her.  She popped the DVD into the player, sat down in the chair, and decided to wait it out.

About fifteen minutes into the movie, which was surprisingly intriguing, she heard a door shut.  It sounded pretty close.  She lowered the volume of the TV, and heard someone walking around in the room to her left.  Excited, she approached the hole and stuck her fingers through to make her silent offer like she’d read about in online forums.  She crouched with bated breath, wondering if the person in the next booth saw her or was even considering accepting.  It took all she had not to gasp when she heard the pull of a zipper.  She bit her lip as she kneeled in front of the hole.  A moment later, a half-hard cock poked through.

Missy’s heart stopped momentarily.  That dick… looked familiar.  Really familiar, making her hesitate.  The length, the color, but especially the Prince Albert piercing and red pubes.  Not to sound obsessed, but it reminded her a lot of Pickles.  Both times Missy had followed him back to the hotel room, she was pretty hammered, but not blackout drunk to the point she didn’t remember what it looked like.  She shook her head and took the cock in her hands.  It had to be just a coincidence.  She pushed it to the back of her mind as she began to rub and stroke it.

It started getting erect in her hands.  Missy squeezed her thighs together, soaking right through her panties at the naughtiness of this situation.  She’d always wanted to try this, and it was finally happening.  She leaned forward, inspecting the member as she continued fondling him.  It looked clean.  It smelled good, even if the voice in the back of her head was telling her she recognized that musk.  She marveled at the contrast between velvety skin and turgid stiffness.  The gleam of precum was so tantalizing that she needed to taste it.  She swiped her tongue across the slit.  The salty bead of fluid coated her tastebuds and she didn’t think twice before taking the tip into her mouth.

She began really getting into it, taking him as far as she could, squeezing and tugging his balls while letting the head of his cock hit the back of her throat.  The man appeared to be enjoying himself, because he let out a moan.

A breathless voice on the other side of the wall mutter, “Oh, God…”

Missy froze, cock still between her lips.

God dammit.  That was definitely a midwestern accent.  If Pickles wasn’t on the other side of this booth, it was certainly another man crafted to tease the hell out of her.  The idea of running into him at a place like this made it even more exhilarating.