The Interview or when Rock'n'Roll dreams come true (Party hard)

[Shocker]

Teaser: “Yes, I want to focus on the interactions, of sexual revolution and rock music. I’ll be interviewing various artists from different time periods. Though I have to admit that the 70s appear to be the perfect era for this. And there was hardly a hotter band in the seventies than Party People.”

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Title:The Interview or when Rock'n'Roll dreams come true
Author: Shocker
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The Interview or when Rock'n'Roll dreams come true


The young woman settled her slender frame onto the easy chair he had offered her. Facing him with her pretty blue eyes, eagerness on her face.
“Thank you for taking time to talk with me Mr. Wharburton.”
“Of course, but please call me Todd. Mr. Wharburton makes me feel even older than I already am.”
Truth be told he often felt every day of his seventy years, but looking at pretty women, tended to be still a favorite pastime of his.
“Then thank you, Todd. It’s really an honor to talk with you. I grew up hearing your music. My grandmother was a big fan.” Emily DuFresne blurted out.
Todd winced a bit at the mention of the grandmother, but it would be asked too much to think a twenty-something years old young woman would have been actively listening to his music. Twenty years ago, it would have been her mother who was the fan. He watched her bending over rummaging in her bag for something. The bit of skin showed by the cleavage of her blouse, was entirely unsatisfactory to gauge her breasts. Todd still watched intently. She placed a small device on the desk and looked at him, tresses of shoulder-length dirty blonde hair framing her narrow face.
“Do you mind if I record our interview? That leaves me free to concentrate on the conversation, except for a quick note or two” she smiled pointing at a legal pad she also had placed on the desk.
“I haven’t done any recording sessions for almost 20 years, do I need to call my agent? Come to think of is my agent even still alive?” he smiled at her broadly “No, that’s of course perfectly fine. But would you remind me again on why you are interviewing me?”

“You had kindly agreed to be interviewed as part of my research for my thesis in sociology. The topic is Sex, Drugs and Rock’n’Roll.”
“Those are indeed things I have dedicated my life too. Never thought it would make it to a scientific study.”
“Yes, I want to focus on the interactions, of sexual revolution and rock music. I’ll be interviewing various artists from different time periods. Though I have to admit that the 70s appear to be the perfect era for this. And there was hardly a hotter band in the seventies than Party People.”
“Now that is nice to say, the Stones or the Who might disagree, but who has ever heard of them and flattery will get you everywhere.”
“Todd, there is one thing I need to bring up before we start. Some of the questions I will have to ask, might become rather personal or even sound offensive to you, but it would really help me if you could answer them as completely and as truthfully as possible.”
He thought she looked kind of cute with those big eyes looking straight at him.
“Personal and offensive? It’s rather hard to offend an old man like myself. But let’s make a deal, if I think a question is getting to that territory, I will answer it, but will ask you something in return. And those questions might sound to you personal or offensive.”
“But you would really appreciate if I would answer them truthfully? Touche” she nodded like a fencer acknowledging the touch. “It’s a deal.”
She held out her slender, and he engulfed it with his own.

She took a deep breath and pressed the record button. “This is May 12th , I’m sitting here with Todd Wharburton, better known as Todd the Beast of the famous rock formation Party people. Who had great successes during the 70s and early 80s, Todd was the drummer and second vocalist of the group, and one of founding members.”
“Actually me and Eddie, that is Eddie Travers were founding members of Devil’s teeth, and we played in 68 and 69. When Alicia and David Chambers joined us in December 69 we renamed the band to Party People.”
“That would be Alicia Eddington, who later married your base player David Chambers?”
“Yes you are right, they weren’t married when they joined, one wouldn’t have known, as the two were constantly shagging each other.”
“Did the fact that your lineup included one of the few women in the business, cause any problems?”
Todd’s smile widened as he remembered the stunning redhead with the heavy breasts and wide hips.
“There will be always tensions in any band, but Alicia had a sure way of dealing with all of us.”
“Am I to understand that as you knew her in the biblical sense, despite her being associated with another man?”
“Love, the bible had very little to do, with how well I knew her. The best thing the Hippies ever brought us was the idea of free love. If Alicia wanted to unleash the Beast, you can be damn sure that she got exactly what she was looking for. If Dave had a problem with that he never mentioned it.”
“Did things change after they got married?”
“Just a little, right before the wedding they sat us down, and laid down the rules, that after the I do, this would be an exclusive relationship. But that Eddie and I would get a last chance to kiss the bride. We sure did.”
“May I ask what you mean by that?”
“When she walked down that aisle in an incredible white dress, her garter was in my pocket. Eddie had gotten her panties and she had our cum running down her legs.”
He saw Emily inhaling sharply.

“Don’t look so shocked, it was the seventies. There was no sacred virginity to be preserved for her husband, nowhere, and we all knew that. It was her parting gift to us, and ours to her. Afterwards we were just in the same band.”
“It just surprised me a bit.”
“Why, did you assume raunchy sex was only invented by your generation?”
Emily blushed at that, likely it was exactly what she had thought.
“Let me tell you, John, Paul, George and Ringo used to get blowjobs by their fans between sets. Mick has most likely been in more pussies than a professional porn star. Let’s face it sex and rock’n’roll belonged together.”
“Of course, Todd, it’s largely what my thesis is dealing with. How about the third part drugs.”
“Sure they were everywhere, weed, pills or even the hard stuff. I’ll tell you, there is nothing like listening to a guitar riff, while snorting a line of coke from the inner thigh of a naked woman.”
“You mean like her mound?”
“Those were the seventies, love. Almost all the birds did carry big bushes in those days. Putting coke in them would have been a waste of good drugs. No to get the best feeling, one would line up the stuff right on the smooth skin of her inner thigh, as close to her pussy as possible, and then snort towards it. Finishing the line with a good whiff of her sex. Let me tell you it’s absolutely phenomenal.”
Emily gulped
“Those were the days, bushes everywhere. I assume you keep yourself shaved?”
“Excuse me?” Emily looked at him in bewilderment.
“I have answered several of your questions, dealing with very personal memories, I’m now asking for my quid pro quo.”
“I keep it well maintained.” Emily blushed at the lie.
“Love, you are a horrible liar. Try again, the truth this time.”

He could see on her face as she fought with herself, before she put on a brave face.
“When I said well maintained, I deed mean hairless. There you have it, I think it’s more hygienic and hair doesn’t get in the way.”
“Where would hair get in the way?
“Oral sex.”
Todd considered that she really blushed in a most lovely fashion.
“My dear girl, I have liked pussies galore, and I can promise you, once you take care to spread those lips, even the hairiest beaver doesn’t interfere with a good licking.”
“So you have given oral pleasure often?”
“There wasn’t a single woman I took backstage, that I didn’t check out first.” He wriggled his tongue to drive home the message.
“Checked out?”
“Sure, not all pussies are equal. Some are nice and tight, others have been around the block. I liked pussies that got really wet, and women screaming in extasy. So those were the things I checked with a good licking. I found redheads to taste more delicate than blondes. Have you tasted pussy?”
“Todd, I really don’t think this belongs here.” she protested

He simply sat there smiling silently at her. The silence went on and grew uncomfortable.
“Yes I have.” again the blushing of the face “Not as extensively as to make a study of it.”
“But more than once?”
“Yes, more than once.”
“Are you good at it?”
“Todd, really”
“I just trying to think of your face going down between the legs of another woman. That sharp tongue of yours darting forward, licking her lips, sucking at her clit. ? Do you make her yearn for your touch, do you come up before that delicate face of yours is glistening with her juices.”
He could see her squirm at the thoughts. The nylon clad legs under the skirt were twitching.
“Yes, damn your eyes, yes she did cum.”
“Thought so. Next question?”

“There have always been allegations of backstage orgies, and that not all of it was consensual?”
“That’s a lot of bullshit, nobody coming backstage to any of our concerts, was under any illusion on what would be happening there. Those women had thrown their underwear at us. Nothing says consent louder than baring your sex and letting the other know about it. They came with their pussies bared, and got their pussies stuffed.”
“And if they changed their mind?”
“Nobody ever changed their mind, some might have been more anxious than others, but everybody tended to have a good time. We were almost drowning in women. Best thing in my live, were those tarts sucking my cock, cleaning it of the juices of the last one I had fucked. Have you ever tasted another ones pussy on some cock, Emily?”
“Never”
“Never thought about having a nice threesome with one of your rug munching friends and some cock?”
He could see that she was thinking about it right now.
“But then again they are likely all feminists, not wanting anything to do with cock. I bet you like cock, do you suck it.”
“Yes” she breathed heavily.
“Do you swallow, or does somebody need to hold your head in place?”
“Wouldn’t you love to know?” She smiled at him.
“You swallow.” he declared
She didn’t answer.
“Are you getting wet?” he looked her in the eyes as he asked.

Instead of an answer, she stood up and walked towards the door, locking it with the key. She reached underneath her skirt and pulled a pair of blue cotton panties down. Stepping towards him, she let them drop into his lap.
“Let’s unleash the Beast.”
“Age has reduced my facilities a bit.” he grinned.
“Well let’s see that famous tongue then. I intend to be very loud.”

She later had to edit the recording rather extensively before being able to use it for her thesis.

The End.

[Storyteller8989]

Nice approach. Charisma overcomes.

[Shocker]

Nice approach. Charisma overcomes.

Thank you, I wanted an old school rock musician, so if viagra wasn’t the drug of choice, poor Emily wasn’t going to be ravaged.

[Vile8r]

Dammit, man! You left me hanging. I wanted to read about the Beast being unleashed on sweet young Emily!

[RapeU]

I didn't expect an interview with a musician for this theme. It was different and I think it worked. I do wish we got a paragraph or two of the juicy details though.

[sinfulwords]

Oh man! It’s like this story was tailor-made for me! I’m a diehard classic rock fan

It was funny too cause when Emily claimed Party People was the hottest band of the 70s, I said to myself: “that was Zeppelin and The Stones…” and then Todd The Beast responded in the exact same way

I imagine that Todd might be based off Keith Moon?

Sex drugs and rock n roll is the prefect way to walk through the “party hard” prompt; detailing an old rock star being interviewed was certainly an interesting way to pave that path too. Very “Almost Famous” coded.

Ur story actually kinda inspires me to attempt to write a rock n rape fantasy

Todd definitely has the confidence of his youth intact rizzing up the interviewer and rockstar hypnotizing her to throw her panties at him—just like his heydays ^.^

Kudos! Always love to see anything classic rock related!

[VictimEyes]

Most voters do not divulge who their selections but I am going to. (I hope that's not a taboo) This is the one I voted for. This entry corporealized the spirit the contest parameters intended. That old man would have me suckin' his dick like so many groupies had before!!!!!

[Shocker]

Most voters do not divulge who their selections but I am going to. (I hope that's not a taboo) This is the one I voted for. This entry corporealized the spirit the contest parameters intended. That old man would have me suckin' his dick like so many groupies had before!!!!!

I’m very glad you liked it, consensual isn’t always in my wheelhouse, the only alternative I could think of was raping some groupies. Though I had toyed with the idea of Emily being such a rape baby. Ultimately I liked the idea of here getting excited by the stories better.

[Shocker]

Oh man! It’s like this story was tailor-made for me! I’m a diehard classic rock fan AND my name is Emilie too

It was funny too cause when story-Emily claimed Party People was the hottest band of the 70s, I said to myself: “that was Zeppelin and The Stones…” and then Todd The Beast responded in the exact same way

I imagine that Todd might be based off Keith Moon?

Sex drugs and rock n roll is the prefect way to walk through the “party hard” prompt; detailing an old rock star being interviewed was certainly an interesting way to pave that path too. Very “Almost Famous” coded.

Ur story actually kinda inspires me to attempt to write a rock n rape fantasy

Todd definitely has the confidence of his youth intact rizzing up the interviewer and rockstar hypnotizing her to throw her panties at him—just like his heydays ^.^

Kudos! Always love to see anything classic rock related!

Looking forward to reading your take on rock n rape. Todd isn’t really based on anyone special, he’s more the archetypal rock star. While writing him I had a guy with silver ponytail in mind, but as I kept writing I noticed there is no need to give a description at all, allowing readers to draw the picture for themselves.

I still have to watch almost famous.

Did Todd hypnotize Emily? He reveled in his own memories, and the wild stories tingled Emily in the right spot. Causing her to respond to intimate questions. I wanted her to need his information enough, to say she shaved. She would never have revealed that in any other interview she conducted. At the end she will use the old man to satisfy her needs.

[sinfulwords]

@Shocker That’s cool, to let the reader build their own image I was picturing a current Keith Richards model: old in appearance but with a youthful spirit that still shines through in garb and vibes

I guess I thought of Keith moon cause imo he’s like the 1970s equivalent of Tommy Lee: both rock star drummers known for their outstanding indulgencein the rock and roll lifestyle. Todd The Beast seemed to have the same reputation going on. I guess that was just me nerding out tho

I meant hypnotize in a metaphorical sense. I was just kidding around I know he didn’t actually hypnotize her. I was basically insinuating rock stars have a magical power to make girls go wild and drop their panties. Or as you said “tingle just right”