Making Music Cum alive Part 1

Sex, LOVE and Rock & Roll

Chapter 1: The setup.

The great Lions come from behind Win brought back the wonderful memories of another season of the Tiger’s and Lion’s in Detroit. In a time of “Make Love, Not War” the girls were letting their hair grow long, their skirts go short, their desire go HOT and nary a bra was to be seen at any concert or club.

“One night only” the 20 second spot declared as Jim entered the radio station.

“Appearing TONIGHT at the famous Rooster Tail, for One night and one night only, the singing sensations and Gold record recording artist, THE one and only FOUR Seasons.”

Jim had been up all night. First there was the gig with Mitch Rider and the Detroit Wheels in Bay City. Then a long drive back to Detroit for his commercial work with no time to sleep before his 4-8 prime drive shift. He was thankful Julie had hitched a ride back to town with him, in exchange for keeping him UP and awake for the long boring drive down I-75.

“DJ, are you free?” Ron Gifford the program manager called on the intercom.

“I’m still on the air for 20 more minutes Ron, check the clock.” Jim replied.

“I need a BIG favor” Ron shot back making the engineer slam the delay button to cut off the echo into the hot mike.

“Ron, I said I’m on the air and then I’m going HOME to bed” was Jim’s tired reply.

Ron fancied himself THE Detroit lover. His favors usually involved women (young girls actually) and touchy situations with boyfriends and/or parents. Ron had a penchant for needing help coming through on promises he had made in the dead of night (usually in the back seat of a car or on the radio station conference table). The promises were usually revealed to be beyond his ability to deliver in the light of day. Just because he was the program manager at a major radio station did not mean he had any real connections to the singing groups and stars the station promoted.

“Look Jimmy” Ron burst into the jock area, “I really, REALLY need your help this time.”

Jim knew there was no getting rid of Ron when he was in such a state. Putting on a long play version of Iron Butterfly Jim signaled to the engineer to let it play without commercial break. He then settled back with his patchwork suede platform shoes up on the turntable station and nodded for Ron to continue.

“Have you noticed Becky hanging around the station? Ron asked, hitting the mute button so the engineer could not listen in.

“The cute little blond with the long brown hair, big brown eyes, perky nipples and braces? Jim leaned forward wondering where this was going.

Ron smiled “Yes, but her braces have been removed, god what a sweet mouth and soft skin.”

“Wait a second” Jim leaned very close now “Are we talking about LITTLE Becky, the owner’s daughter? She can’t be more than 15.”

“Actually, she is his step-daughter and she just turned 15.” Ron’s expression did not look all that secure.

“Shit Ron” Jim exclaimed, “Out of all of the young chicks throwing themselves at anyone even remotely connected to a rock band you have to pick an underage girl WITH BRACES, who is related to our boss?? Man, you are nuts.”

“First off, I told you; she got the braces off!” Ron shot back as if he needed points in a debate.

“First time she nicked the bloody hell out of my cock, and I told her no more sucking till the metal was gone.”

“Oh Good, you set the standard that she had to have straight teeth before you started fucking her mouth.” Jim just waved his hands at Ron like he was talking at a mad man.

“Secondly” Ron continued without thinking on Jim’s comment “I sort of got her Mom’s ok.”

“Jesus” Jim whistled while checking the play time left on turntable. “What pray tell did her Mom, an aging knock out in her own right, possibly say or do that gave you the ok to corrupt her CHILD? You are so full of your own BS”

“Well,” Ron leaned close as if the walls had ears, “Do you remember the little party they gave when Terry Knight signed his big record contract with The Pack?”

“The Party at the Detroit Playboy Club?