The Hands That Lead

A hands on kind of leader…

Emitter

Saturday July 09, 2016

Cassandra walked in to the casino, her leather pants hugging her hips and legs and the tight t-shirt, with the image of Joan Jett on it, leaving little to the imagination.

She moved through the gaming area with a confident stride and headed to the back lounge.  As she approached she could hear live music being played and she knew she was in the right spot.  She walked up to the first waitress she saw, “Excuse me, is the manager here?”

The waitress turned to her, “Yea, just over there.”, she responded tossing her head towards the back of the lounge where a man was sitting in a booth by himself.

She walked over and slide in to the booth on the other side, flashing a brilliant smile at him, “Hi, I’m Cassandra.”

The manager looked up, “A pleasure to meet you Cassandra, I’m Patrick.” he responded, extending a hand across the table.

She took it and gave a firm handshake back.

“So Cassandra, what can I do for you.”

“Well Patrick, I’m looking for my sister Karen.  The last I heard from her she was working here.”

“Hummm… Karen… Karen… ah yes I remember her, country singer right?”

“Yep, that’s her.”

“I don’t presume your a country singer too?”

“Ah, no, I’m not a singer.  I play lead guitar, rock and roll mostly.”

“Of course.” Patrick replied, a wide grin on his face.

“So do you know where she is?”

“Well the last I heard she was heading to Reno to try her luck there.”

Cassandra frowned, she’d been chasing her sister for over a month and was pretty much out of funds.  Getting to Reno wouldn’t be possible.

“Is there something wrong?” Patrick asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

“Well… no, nothing really.  I’m just going to have to get a gig or two before I head to Reno.”

“Well, if your open to playing backup for the house band, I can offer you a few weeks work as our guitarist is taking some time off.”

Cassandra thought about it for a moment, she didn’t like playing second fiddle to anyone, but a gig was a gig so she extended her hand a second time and Patrick shook it again.

“Great Cassandra, welcome aboard.  Why don’t you grab your gear and go play with the band a bit, I’ll give them the good news.”

“Sounds good.” she responded and shuffled out from behind the table and headed back to her car.

* * *

Cassandra strummed her guitar, the white body stood out in stark contrast against the dark clothing she was wearing.  She had to admit the band was actually pretty good, even if they didn’t play her kind of music.

They’d accepted her quickly enough and even jammed a bit after the first night just to get used to each other.  She’d certainly had worse gigs and it even payed reasonably well.  A week or two of playing and she’d have enough to tide her over in her search for Karen.

The night ended with the last of the locals leaving the lounge and she put her guitar down before stepping off stage.  Patrick was waiting for her as she stretched after the long set.

“Another great set Cassandra.” he said as he walked up beside her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.  She was about to brush it away as it made contact and a shiver ran through her shoulder, up her neck and nuzzled in to the back of her mind.

“Uh… thanks Patrick.”

His hand slowly worked its way down her back before coming to rest on her hip.  He started to walk forward and she followed along with his hand guiding her.

“I was thinking we should get to know each other a bit better since your working here now.”

“Well… I don’t know… I mean I’m only going to be here for a short time.” she said, trying to get herself under control, she wasn’t looking to hook up or anything and she definitely need to find her sister.

Patrick squeezed her close to him and the shiver became a full on buzz as her body pressed up against his.

“Oh don’t worry about that, let me buy you a drink.”

“Uhhhhh… mmmmmmok.” She managed to get out as the buzzing seemed to find her pussy and intensify.

* * *

Cassandra stood in Patrick’s living room, naked except a pair of high heels and a necklace.  She held her guitar in her hands as Patrick sat in the chair in front of her.

She thought back over the last week since their first date, by the end of the nigh she had been all over him, but he’d left her wanting so much more when he left.

She’d been unable to say no after that first date, get rid of the dark makeup?  Ok.

Wear more feminine clothing?  Sure.

Get some high heels?  Of course.

Come over to his place and play nude for him?  Absolutely.

Give up on any idea of being anything more than his private sexy music box?  God yes!

She strummed a chord and she let out a moan as her pussy vibrated in time with the sound.  Patrick raised a finger and beckoned her forward so she took several forward and settled in to his lap still clutching the guitar.

He plucked a string and she moaned again, string after string rang out as her body road the sound higher and higher.

She felt him suck on her nipple as the strings continued to play and she bucked her hips too and fro in time with the notes.

She was so close when he pulled back and grabbed the guitar from her hands, setting it down beside the chair.  He stood up and Cassandra could barely stand it as he set her down her her feet, wrapping his arm around her waist and walking towards the door to his study.

He opened the door and in the center of the room stood a woman, through the haze of pleasure and need Cassandra could just make out her sister.

“K… K… Karen?” she stuttered out as Patrick grabbed her ass and squeezed.  The question went unanswered as she was lost in the pleasure washed over her once more.

Patrick guided her over to the couch and leaned her over the arm, her ass sticking high in the air.  She stayed there for a moment until Patrick laid down in front of her, his hard dick coming to rest just in front of her lips.

She wrapped her lips around him just in time to feel another set of lips come to rest on her pussy, then a tongue probe push between them and she indistinctly sucked hard on Patrick’s dick.

Soon Cassandra’s body was being played like an instrument, her sister strumming on her pussy sending electric bolts of pleasure up her spine and exploding in her head.  The pulses of sensual bliss coming from her lips as they stroked up and down Patrick’s shaft was second only to the feeling of his tip hitting the back of her throat.

As Karen sped up her pace, Cassandra did the same until she felt Patrick stiffen and tasted his cum enter her throat.  She sucked as hard as she could as her sister pushed her face as deep in to her pussy as she could.

Cassandra’s orgasm blotted out everything but the heavenly realization that she’d finally found her sister and she was as talented musician as she remembered as she played Cassandra’s body to perfection for Patrick.

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