Five Finger Death Punch

Chapter Fourteen: Invitation

Jason and Zoltan’s first sexual experience with one another was much less personal. Zoltan had been planning to collect babes for an orgy with him and his dick as the center of attention, but after he had only recruited one young woman he spied the older guitarist backstage eating a pastry off a cart of food.

“Hey Jason,” he called to him, “What’s good?”

“This,” he said, pointing at the dessert in hand, his voice muffled by his mouthful of food. He noticed the young brunette woman hanging on Zoltan’s side and swallowed. “What’s up?” The girl blushed and swung her hips flirtatiously, not bothering to be subtle in her attraction to the oldest guitarist.

Zoltan scanned his surroundings quickly as he approached him and then said in a low voice, “Wanna join me and this young lady later?”

“Hm?” Jason raised his eyebrows and looked the woman up and down. She was wearing heals, white jeans, and a Five Finger Death Punch t-shirt, and she had a decent face that was a little chubby in the cheeks and her eyebrows looked a little too fake. She was attractive, though, with her curvy frame and long, beautiful hair that looked so soft it tempted Jason to flirt with her by brushing her hairline with a couple of his fingertips. “What are guys doing?” he questioned with purposeful ignorance.

“Well, bring a girl to the trailer to meet us and you’ll find out,” the younger guitarist said with a sly smile.

“Bring a girl? Fuck that man, I’m too lazy,” Jason laughed before he stuffed the rest of his pastry into his mouth. “I’m guessing you guys are gonna fuck?” he said through the mouthful of food.

“I’ll fuck you both,” the girl said, swaying her hips again with calculated seductive shyness.

Zoltan smiled proudly at her and told his bandmate, “You know, it’s not gay in a three-way.”

“That’s right,” she agreed happily.

Jason took a second to give Zoltan a purposeful stare. He looked at the girl and asked with all the appeal of an older man he could muster, “What’s your name, baby?”

“Candy,” she answered.

“Oh really? And that’s what your daddy calls you?”

“Be nice, Jason,” Zoltan said, “If she’s says her name’s Candy, then it’s Candy.”

“I am being nice,” the older man responded, touching the young woman’s arm gently, never once making eye contact with the guitarist. “You want me to join you and Zoltan?” he asked her.

“Oh yeah,” she replied, “The more the merrier. That is if you don’t mind,” she added, batting her eyelashes.

“I think I’d be fine with that,” he said.