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Trixie stood near the front of the crowd, she’d gotten to the venue early so that she could be close. She didn’t do that for every show she went to, but this show was different. She was seeing Arma Angelus again, for probably the 100th time. She’d gone to every show she could make it to, even going as far as to travel for a few of them. She had to sneak out for many of them, because what parents would allow their 17 year old daughter to go to hardcore basement shows every weekend. But she was 18 now, and her parents were a little more relaxed.
It started out as just an enjoyment of the music, she liked the way the energy and the anger wrapped around her. But it’s changed since then. She thought maybe it was because she was older, but really she’d had a crush on the lead singer since the first concert. Petra. Petra Wentz, who at an increasing rate was introducing herself on stage as Pete.
Trixie looked down at the X’s on the back of her hands. They didn’t bother her because she wanted to drink or anything, they bothered her because it told everyone in the room how young she was. Barely 18. She used to have a fake ID to get into the concerts, or she’d just lie her way in, but now that she was finally 18 she didn’t have to worry about that anymore. She scrubbed at the X’s in the bathroom before the show, but the sharpie ink wouldn’t budge.
The opening band had just finished, and the crowd was milling about, getting drinks, going outside to smoke, but she didn’t want to budge from her spot at the front of the stage.
She didn’t go to these shows with friends, because she always tried to linger after the show in hopes to see Pete and maybe even get a chance to talk to her. Pete barely ever came out to the merch table after the show, but she always stayed anyway.
A group of guys in front of her moved away to buy drinks, and Trixie took the opportunity to push her way right to the front of the crowd. There was no barricade or anything, not like at the bigger concerts she’d gone to before getting into her local scene, so her knees were only inches away from the makeshift stage. Perfect.
When the band came out on stage, people started pushing, trying to get to the front, but Trixie held her ground and didn’t lose her spot.
“Thanks for coming out tonight!” Pete said into the mic once everyone was set up.
Trixie nearly melted. Pete was wearing a shirt from another band in the area, but the sleeves and sides were cut out so her black lace bra was on full display.
“This first one is pretty heavy, so I want to see you all open up a pit!” Pete paused for a moment as she watched people move around in the crowd, letting the people who weren’t really here to mosh make way from the people that were. She looked down then, right at Trixie. A smirk grew on her face and she leaned down away from the mic so she could say something straight to Trixie. “Be careful, cutie, it gets pretty hardcore.”
Trixie raised an eyebrow in defiance. She knew she didn’t exactly look like most of the people here, she didn’t wear the leather and the spikes, but she could hold her own. “I know. Trust me, I’ll be fine.”
Pete smiled back. “Whatever you say.” She waited just a moment longer before turning back to the drummer and signaling the band to start playing.
The music rushed over Trixie like a wave. She felt people dancing and pushing behind her, and even she got into it a little, but she made a point to not lose her spot. Especially not after Pete just actually noticed her.
It seemed like every few songs Pete made a point to smile at or wink at Trixie. It was making her feel insane, because how did she of all people catch fucking Petra Wentz’s attention?
Then it was all over too soon. Pete thanked everyone one last time, mouthed the words ‘merch table’ to Trixie, and was off the stage. She didn’t believe it at first, no way, no fucking way Pete actually wanted to talk to Trixie, but she still made her way over to the merch table and stood around until finally, finally Pete came up. And she was smiling directly at Trixie.
“You stayed.” Pete said, smiling too big. She ran a hand over her buzzed hair.
“You wanted me to.” Trixie said, but it sounded more like a question.
“Well I couldn’t let a gorgeous girl like you slip out without trying to get your number first.” Pete handed Trixie a blank piece of paper and a sharpie.
Trixie blushed, but she took the paper anyway. “You don’t even know my name.”
“Then you should probably write it on the paper too.” Pete winked.
Trixie could feel Pete’s eyes on her the entire time she was scrawling out her name and number on the little slip of paper. She handed it back to Pete.
“Trixie,” Pete read. She looked back up at Trixie and smiled, impossibly bigger. “Trixie, I don’t mean to sound forward, and I promise I don’t do this often, but would you want to come backstage?”
She gasped, actually, audibly gasped. Because there was no way in her mind this could be real, no possible way, but when she looked up from her hands Pete was still there, smiling and waiting for a response. “Oh my god, yeah of course!” She didn’t want to sound desperate, or too much like a fan, but as soon as the words were out of her mouth she knew that she failed on both fronts.
“Well then, follow me.” Pete said and started weaving through the crowd until they came to a door next to the stage, there was a bouncer guarding who let Pete through straight away, but tried to stop Trixie. Pete whispered something in his ear and he let Trixie through as well with a wry smile. Trixie decided it was best not to question it.
She followed Pete down a hallway and through a door that led to a small sitting area. The rest of her band was back here drinking and chatting. “You’re getting the real rockstar experience tonight.” Pete said, laughing.
The couches were all old and sagging, the carpet was stained, but none of that really mattered to Trixie, because she was here, backstage, with Pete and her band. She didn’t care if it didn’t look like it did in the music videos, she’d take anything.
“Tixie,” Pete whispered in her ear once they were seated side by side on a couch. “Tell me if I got the wrong impression, but I’d really like it if you came home with me tonight.”
Trixie’s mouth went dry. This was so much more than she expected. She thought Petra was just being nice . But… the implications of what she was saying. “Yeah,” She agreed without even really thinking it through. She didn’t care that Pete didn’t know anything about her. She didn’t care that they just met and Pete was 4 years her senior. She didn’t care about anything if it meant she’d get to see Pete naked.
“We’re gonna stay here a bit, chat for a while, and then we can go back to my place.” Pete continued whispering in her ear. She placed a hand high on Trixie’s thigh and that was it, she turned away and started talking to someone else, one of her band members.
They didn’t stay for as long as she expected, but it seemed like everyone else was starting to pack up, so Pete stood, wrapped her arm around Trixie’s waist, and announced to the room, “Tonight was awesome, see you all at practice on Monday. I’ve got something much better to do tonight.” She punctuated the last bit with a kiss to Trixie’s cheek.
Everyone in the room started cheering and wolf whistling. Trixie felt a little weird, being put on display like that, so she just smiled back at everyone nervously and tucked herself in closer to Pete’s side.
She let Pete grab her by the wrist and guide her out back. Pete’s car- a 1995 Toyota Corolla- was parked in the far back corner of the lot.
“Sorry about my car, my parents cut me off and it’s all I could afford.” Pete looked at Trixie apologetically.
Trixie buckled her seatbelt. “It’s fine. I don’t even have a car. I just walk everywhere.”
Pete started the car and pulled out quickly onto the road. “I couldn’t do that. I need to drive. Like, sometimes just to clear my head when I can’t sleep I drive around the city.”
“I’m sure that’s nice. I have my license and all, I just never really liked driving, so when I got my apartment I just found one close to work and the places I like to go.” Trixie tied her hair up with the scrunchie she had around her wrist.
Pete smirked sideways at her. “Like my shows?”
“Huh?”
“Trixie, sweet sweet Trixie. I’ve seen you in the crowd at like, most of the last shows Arma has played.”
Trixie was quiet for a moment. “Oh.”
“Don’t be embarrassed! I think you’re cute. Maybe I can keep you around, convince the band of something. You could be our new merch girl or something, then I can get you in for free.” Pete pulled into an apartment complex.
Trixie knew what Pete was saying. She was calling Trixie a groupie, or really, a wannabe groupie. She could play that up. “I like free things.”
Pete laughed. “Oh baby, stick with me and I’ll get you all the free things you could ever want. I’m gonna be famous one day.”
“Really?” Trixie laughed back.
“Seriously! I can see it now. ‘Pete Wentz, America’s current it girl!’” Pete beamed as she pulled into a parking spot.
“Well I can’t wait to see you in magazines.” Trixie smirked and followed Pete out of the car.
Petra led her up the stairs and into an apartment. They both kicked off their shoes at the door. Trixie wasn’t exactly surprised that it was such a mess, but she did have to stifle a giggle as Pete pushed a bunch of empty food wrappers off the couch. They didn’t even sit, Pete just turned on her heels to look at Trixie, standing impossibly close.
“Can I be forward again?” Pete asked, brushing Trixie’s bangs out of her eyes.
“I don’t see why you should stop now.” Trixie batted her eyelashes.
Pete had to laugh to herself to prepare herself for what she was going to say next. “I think you’re really hot, and I think we both know why I brought you back to my place. Can we just skip the pleasantries and get into bed?”
Trixie placed one nervous kiss on Pete’s lips. “I’d like that.”
Pete kissed her back, more self assured. She went straight for it, moving their lips together, and when Trixie gasped, slipping her tongue in. “Come on.” Pete said when she pulled back. Trixie followed automatically. Her hands felt sweaty so she wiped them against the front of her dress.
Surprisingly, Pete’s bedroom was cleaner, there were a couple of empty Monster cans on the floor, but it wasn’t at all like the living room. Her bed was in the corner of the room, held up by cinder blocks, her nightstand was an upside down milk crate littered with amber pill bottles, and her closet door was a beaded room divider. Trixie thought she might be in love.
“Okay,” Pete started as she dropped onto the bed, she pulled Trixie down with her so she was straddling Petra’s lap. “Pinky promise this is the last, but probably the most forward I’ll be tonight.” She set her hand’s on Trixie’s hips and rubbed them down her thighs and then up over her ass. “ God ,” She sighed. “Trixie, I want you to sit on my face.”
Trixie’s eyes went wide. She wasn’t exactly a sexual savant. Sure she’d had sex before, but holy shit, no one had asked her to do that before. “But-”
“And don’t say a fucking thing about smothering me or anything like that. Shit - Your thighs- Your ass… I need to be under you so bad.” Pete kissed her way across Trixie’s neck, sucking hickey’s right under her jaw.
Trixie moaned when one of Pete’s hands rubbed back across her thigh and up under her dress. “I’ve uh- I’ve never done that before, that’s all.” Trixie struggled to get the words out as Pete’s fingers were finding their way into her underwear.
“I’ll teach you.” Pete’s mouth trailed back up to Trixie’s. She was kissing her slower now. Intense and overwhelming. With each kiss her fingers worked their way lower and lower. Trixie was gasping by the time they broke apart. “Here,” Pete said, getting her thumbs in the waistband of both her fishnets and panties. Trixie stood to help Pete get them off.
She shrugged her cardigan off and started to move to pull her dress off but Pete put her hands over Trixie’s.
“Keep the dress on. It’s hotter that way,” Petra said as she pulled off her own shirt.
Trixie was breathless as she watched Pete undo the button on her camo cargo pants and slide them down over her slender hips. Her lace thong matched her bra.
“Come’re,” Pete reached her hands out and brough Trixie back down onto her lap. “I need you so bad,” She hummed against Trixie’s neck, “been needing you for so long. Can’t wait to taste you.”
“Oh my god ,” Trixie breathed. She had her arms wrapped tightly around Pete’s neck, holding her close. “ Please ,” She begged when Pete slid a finger into her pussy. She never had someone so focused on her body before, no one ever felt like they were desperate to explore every inch of her.
Pete pressed her forehead to Trixie’s shoulder and just breathed for a moment. She leaned back until her head was resting on a pillow. “Ready?” She asked.
Trixie didn’t even remember saying yes to sitting on Petra’s face, but she still found herself moving up Pete’s body until she was straddling her chest. She looked down nervously, but Pete just gave her a nod and an encouraging smile. She strained her thigh muscles to keep her floating a little above Pete’s mouth, but Pete grabbed her roughly by the hips and pulled her down. She gasped in surprise, but her gasp quickly turned to a moan when she felt Pete’s tongue working. Slowly at first, then faster, going deeper, deeper, and then moving up to her clit. She pressed her hands to the wall to brace herself.
Trixie couldn’t stop the sounds coming out of her mouth, expletives and pleads and everything in between. Pete’s mouth as magic .
Once she caught onto the rhythm and was able to catch her breath, she looked back to see Pete was fingering herself, she was getting off from getting Trixie off. “ Pete ,” She moaned, tight and high pitched.
Pete moaned in return, working her tongue faster, and then, just when Trixie thought she couldn’t feel any better, Pete slid her hand down her ass, next to her mouth, and started rubbing her clit.
She almost screamed.
Pete was letting out rhythmic moans and little grunts. They were getting faster and more high pitched and more whiny . Trixie could feel when Pete arched her back up off the bed. She started working faster on Trixie.
She moved her fingers lower then, slipping in one alongside her tongue, and then, when Trixie’s moans got more drawn out, added a second and really really started finger fucking her. Trixie couldn’t take it anymore, her thighs were shaking and she felt like she was going to explode, and it was Pete moaning while tonguefucking her that made her cum. And cum and cum and cum . And Pete kept eating her out through it all. And Trixie was surprised the neighbors didn’t come knocking on the door with the way she screamed through it. Moaning and crying out Pete’s name.
She lifted her weight off Pete and swung her leg over so she could lay next to Pete. Pete was still working her own fingers inside herself, so Trixie batted her hand away and replaced it with her own.
Pete looked at her with awe in her eyes, took the hand she’d been fingering herself with, and moved the fingers up to Trixie’s lips.
Trixie sucked Pete’s fingers without hesitation, swirling her tongue around them and relishing the taste of Pete .
She worked her fingers faster until Pete was swearing and arching off the bed, her pussy pulsing around Trixie’s fingers. She slid her fingers out and Pete brought them up to her own lips and licked them clean.
They laid together for a bit, breathing in sync, once Trixie felt like she had finally caught her breath she sat up and looked down at Pete who seemed too blissed out to move. “So like, is fucking you part of the job of being your merch girl?” She asked with a smirk.
Pete laughed. “Nah baby, it’s just a perk.”