Chapter 1 - Meet the Band

Another year, another Halloween fic. I'm expecting this to be 3 chapters.

Sandra's blood was still thumping to the rhythm of the music when the fussy little manager ushered them into the private room.

Her friend Jenny paused in her excited chattering as the two of them, and the other two winners, looked around. The rest of the backstage area had looked pretty shabby, but this room looked a lot better. Leather-upholstered benches and chromed-looking tables were against two off the walls, while the third was taken up by a small but well-appointed bar. The lights were low, but everything looked luxurious. The only thing out of place was the worn rug covering the center of the room.

"Wow, I still can't believe it!" Jenny exclaimed as she turned around, wide-eyed.

The manager smiled fractionally. "The band will be here in moment. I'm afraid I can't stay, but you're free to have a drink and take a seat while you wait."

Sandra gave him a smile as he backed out of the room and closed the door behind him.

The third girl of their group finished looking around and turned to Jenny, grinning.

"I can't believe it either. I never normally win anything! I'm Alexis, by the way. We haven't really been introduced, have we?"

She stuck out a hand, and Jenny shook it.

That started a round of introductions while the four of them found, first, a drink each, and second, a couple of seats.

There was Alexis, a blonde girl with dark streaks in her hair, a nose ring, tongue stud and several ear piercings. She was wearing a black T-shirt with the band's logo and torn black jeans.

The other person Sandra didn't know was an pale guy who had compensated for his lack of height -- he was about the same height as Sandra, and she was barely average for a girl -- and slim physique with spiky, fiery red hair, an eyebrow piercing and a skull tattoo on the back of one hand. It hadn't really worked. Even the heavy black boots and spiked wristbands accessorizing the black jeans and T-shirt only seemed to make him look younger and more fragile, especially when he introduced himself in a soft voice as "Tim, and I can't believe I get to meet the band! This is my first concert ever!" The thin-rimmed glasses didn't help, either.

Jenny had been Sandra's friend since middle school. She was black, and tall for a girl, and years of field hockey had given her an athletic body that she had for this occasion dressed in knee-length red leather boots, a dark purple skirt with a frayed hem, and a sheer shirt over a black tank-top. She would never have dressed like that at home, but a few years away at college had tempered her fear of parental disapproval, though not enough for her to get the tattoo she was always trying to talk herself into.

"I'm Jenny," she told the other two, "nice to meet you! I hope the band shows up soon. I've been a fan for years, since right after they started!"

Sandra smiled at Jenny's enthusiasm as she introduced herself, but it wasn't as if she herself was any less excited. She wasn't normally into any kind of heavy metal music, but ever since Howl had burst onto the scene in her last year of high school she had been fascinated. She had seen other bands who used special effects, of course, but it had often looked gimmicky to her. With Howl, everything seemed to fit together. Even in the few early videos she had seen of when they were just starting out and the costumes had a home-made, 'Halloween costume' look, everything about it just seemed to fit together. Nowadays, the band tied together their animalistic theme and howling, growling vocals with some of the best and most realistic animal costumes Sandra had ever seen.

She had never been to a Howl concert before, but the opportunity of them coming to her college town, the day before Halloween, had been to good to pass up. She had gone all out in dressing up. She had styled her just-below-the-shoulder black hair in an approximation of the lead guitarist's wolf-like mane and dyed gray-brown streaks in it. She had even found a pair of contact lenses online that gave her yellow eyes and slitted pupils. On stage, her idol didn't usually wear more over her costume than a pair of ragged, torn pants, but Sandra had combined hers with a band T-shirt from their 'Howl at the Moon'-tour from last year.

After the introductions, the four fans made small-talk for a few minutes while they waited for the band. It could have been awkward, but Jenny's excited chatter prevented that.

Then there were voices outside, and a moment later the door opened and the band came in. Malicia, the lead guitarist and vocalist, was the first through the door and called, "We'll figure it out tomorrow! We need to meet these people now!" to someone outside before turning toward their visitors.

She paused for a moment just inside the door, and then her mouth curled into a smile and she walked toward them. It was the smile and the stalking way of walking that Sandra knew from interviews, and the familiarity relaxed her a little even as her idol strode toward her. Sandra was closest to the door, so she was the one Malicia approached, hand outstretched.

"Hey there," she said, "I hope you haven't been waiting too long?"

"N-no," Sandra stammered, as she took the offered hand and shook it.

Malicia's smile widened as the rest of the band came up behind her. Her gaze travelled over the four visitors, sitting together on the couch, and then she half-turned and waved a hand at the other band members.

"I'm guessing you already know us, but we're never out of costume on-stage so I'll make the introductions. I'm Malicia, and these are Diego" -- the tall bassist gave a half-smile and a wave -- "Remy" -- the second guitarist looked unassuming out of his werewolf costume -- "and Victor." The band's final member, their drummer, was a broad-shouldered black man who gave them a nod.

"Now, who are you all?" Remy asked, stepping around Malicia and giving them all a toothy smile.

The four of them stammered their way through their introductions. There was a moment of awkward silence on their part before Malicia strode off toward the bar and said over her shoulder, "Now, if you want things signed we'll do that later, but you really are supposed to meet us, so let's get a couple of drinks and actually talk."

That seemed to work. This was not the kind of 'Meet the band' Sandra had been expecting. She had been expecting a quick greeting and a couple of autographs before they were be ushered toward the exit, but this turned into a real conversation. Within a few minutes, Sandra felt herself relax. The cluster of them, huddled together on the couch, had been broken up and they were now spread out across the room, talking to the band members in ones and twos.

And they were really talking, too. Sandra was now sitting in a corner seat with Remy, and while the first topic had been, of course, the band's music, the conversation was wandering freely now.

"-- and so we decided to go with the whole animal theme," he was explaining. "Focusing on the whole werewolf theme with Malicia as the lead, of course."

"I liked that there's a bit of a back story running through your albums, if you pay attention," Sandra said.

"Right, exactly! And for the werewolf thing we went back to some of the older European myths. Not the 'curse transmitted through infected bite' thing, but..."

"Yes, we talked about this in my European Folklore class. In some myths, werewolves were people got the power to transform into animals from deals with the Devil."

Remy smiled widely. "Yes! For a band, we didn't think the curse thing fitted, but this way we still get that primal atmosphere we're going for."

He shifted in his seat, and suddenly Sandra noticed that, after his gesturing, his hand had landed on her knee. She could feel herself start to blush. He wasn't doing anything, but she was very aware of the heat of his touch through the ripped fabric.

"Um," she stammered, but then her launched into another explanation and took his hand away to gesture in support of his point.

Her skin tingled where it had been.

***

It was maybe half an hour later. Sandra wasn't paying much attention to the time. Remy was a captivating speaker, and it was clear that he was enthusiastic about the background of the band's performances and happy to hear Sandra's comments.

Remy shifted in hi seat, and Sandra suddenly became aware that he had gradually moved closer to her, and that his hand was back, his fingers now tracing patterns on the skin of her thigh exposed by one of the bigger rips in her pants.

She fell silent for a moment as she noticed, her eyes flicking down to look. Then she looked up at him again and met his intense brown eyes.

"Everything alright?" he asked, his voice low.

"Um… Yes," she finished, as she made up her mind.

The thought had been there, at the back of her mind, since she had realized that she was technically a groupie. Remy was very attractive -- like all the members of Howl -- and she didn't have a boyfriend, and so, she decided, she was willing to see where this lead.

Without breaking eye contact, she covered his hand with hers.

"Y-You were talking about he upcoming album?" she prompted, trying for a teasing grin.

He took the hint, and continued his explanation. After a minute, the hand moved another inch or two higher up her thigh.

***

Sandra was practically in Remy's lap with a hand on his upper arm, everything outside the two of them seeming to have faded away, when a gasp from the right drew her attention away from the way his lips moved as he talked. She turned. On the next bench over, Tim sat next to Malicia, wide-eyed. Probably because Malicia's hand was between his legs, cupping his crotch.

Sandra blinked, then looked around. A little bit further away, Alexis was with Diego, her T-shirt pushed halfway up her chest with as one of his hands groped hers breasts. She herself had one hand on his leg while the other worked at his fly.

And on the other side of the room, Jenny was sitting in Victor's lap, passionately making out with him while his hands roamed her back.

Sandra turned back to Remy, who gave her a half-shrug and quirked an eyebrow at her. "We really like meeting with the fans. I won't do anything you don't want me to," he said.

His thumb rubbed her thigh, making her shiver. She thought about it for a moment. She had seen where this had been leading, but this situation was a bit more... public than she had thought. Still she was still pumped up from the concert, and he was very attractive.

"Fuck it," she said, and leaned forward to crush her lips against his.

He responded immediately, mouth working against hers while he pulled her closer. The hand on her thigh closed the last bit of distance and cupped her between her legs. She moaned, suddenly acutely aware that the heat there had been building for a while. She melted against him, her own hands roaming over his torso, feeling the muscles under his shirt.

He was a really good kisser, she realized, as everything around them disappeared into the distance again for a while.

The next time her surroundings drew her attention again was when she heard a yelp that trailed off into a moan. By this time the buttons of her jeans were open and Remy was rubbing her through her panties, while one of her own hands had found its way into his pants and was feeling his bulge twitch with his heartbeat.

She risked a glance sideways to see that Tim was on his knees in front of Malicia with his head between her legs. She was stroking his hair while she held him in place, and her pants were around one ankle. But the sound had probably come from Alexis, who was bent over one of the round tables. She was naked from the waist down, and the way she stood with her legs apart gave Sandra a clear view of two of Diego's fingers pumping into her pussy. His other hand was between her shoulder blades, holding her down on the table with the remains of a pair of frilly black panties between his fingers.

She didn't see Jenny at first, but then spotted a foot pointing up in the air from behind a couch, waving around as two voices moaned in tandem.

Sandra had a sudden feeling of unreality about the whole situation. She wasn't a virgin, but she had never expected to find herself in this kind of situation, with this many people. It was practically an orgy!

Then Remy's fingers found their way around her panties and brushed directly against her soaking pussy, and all those concerns vanished as fireworks of pleasure filled her mind.

He kissed the side of her neck, then cupper her chin and turned her fact to his. "Ready for a little more?"

Sandra could only nod. Their make-out had gotten her pretty excited, but now that she saw what the others were doing -- and thought about the fact that they could see her and Remy -- her desire kicked into overdrive.

Remy grinned and stood up in one graceful motion. She half-shrieked, half-laughed as he lifted her up with the hand between her legs, the other on her back to keep her steady. He stepped forward a few paces onto the rug in the middle of the room, then knelt down and gently lay Sandra on her back. Something bumped against her head, and she realized that she was right next to where Tim was kneeling. If she turned her head, she could look right between Malicia's legs and see his mouth working at her pussy.

Another thrill of arousal ran through her, and she stretched out her hands toward Remy.

"Get over here," she ordered.

He smiled down at her indulgently. "One second."

He pulled his shirt over his head in one motion, then went to pull off his pants. Sandra realized that she was still mostly clothed and hurried to rectify the situation.

Her shirt and bra went flying to the sides, and her jeans were fortunately loose enough that they quickly joined them. That left her in just her panties. They were simple white boyshorts, more for comfort than for allure, but from the expression on Remy's face he didn't care.

He was naked now, and as Sandra's eyes went to his stiff cock he leaned forward and pushed her hands away from her panties.

"Let me," he said, pulling them quickly down her legs, then holding them up in front of her. "You made a wet spot," he teased, fingering the front of them.

Sandra giggled, too aroused to feel embarrassment, and reached up tp pull him toward her. He fell forward with a laugh and captured her mouth again while her hands roamed over his torso once more, now feeling the muscles under his heated skin without the fabric of his shirt in the way. She gasped as his fingers found her pussy again, this time caressing the outside a few times and then quickly finding her entrance and thrusting inside.

Unwilling to cede the initiative, Sandra fumbled around between their bodies until she found his hard length. She curled her fingers around it, feeling the solid warmth in her hand throb in time with his heartbeat. She pumped it while her tongue wrestled with his.

They fell to groping, kissing, thrusting and stroking, Remy's body a solid weight on top of her. This time Sandra's attention wasn't completely on Remy. The occasional wet sounds and little sighs and moans kept drawing her attention to Malicia and Tim, and she kept sneaking glances at Tim's tongue, and later fingers, working at the vocalist's glistening pussy.

"Nice view, isn't it?" Remy said, by her ear, when she looked again. "Mal always likes putting on a show."

Sandra only moaned in response and kissed him again.

Remy's fingers skillfully thrust into her, but after a minute or two she really wanted more. The thick shaft in her hand felt good already rubbing against her stomach, and she wanted more. When Malicia and Tim broke away long enough for Malicia to pull the boy up and against her, between her legs, Sandra turned back to Remy.

"Inside, please," she groaned against his lips, the need plain in her voice.

Remy chuckled and smiled back. His fingers left her pussy, leaving her achingly empty for a few moments until he lifted his hips. Her hands quickly positioned his cock until the tip pushed against her outer lips.

"Yes…" she breathed, encouraging him forward.

There was no hesitation from him. With the same gently firmness he had show in their making out, he pushed. Slowly, her lips opened for him, and the tip slid inside.

Sandra closed her eyes as, without pausing, he slid deeper into her, her inner walls stretching wonderfully until his entire length was inside. She sighed and locked her ankles behind his butt, pushing him against her. He lay holding her like that for a couple of moments without moving, the two of them basking in their shared warmth.

Then there came a high-pitched female shriek from one of the other girls that turned into a fit of giggles. Sandra's eyes flew open and met Remy's, and the both of them burst into laughter as well. The movement that caused made little jolts of electricity race up Sandra's spine from the point where their bodies joined, and she rolled her hips.

"You can start moving now," she encouraged him, one hand moving to his firm butt.

Remy didn't answer but simply kissed her again, then began moving his hips, his member gliding slowly out of her and then back in a little faster.

"Hmm…" she hummed contentedly, continuing to roll her hips to find just the right angle.

She clung to his back and hips, keeping their bodies pressed together as he moved. He never sped up much, keeping to steady, leisurely strokes that let them bask in each other's closeness. Their tongues wrestled together as the sensations between them built.

Remy's groin ground against her clit with every stroke, but even so it was almost a surprise to her when, after a slightly rougher thrust, a sudden climax rushed through her body. She moaned against his lips, and she was sure that her nails left marks on his back as her whole body tensed up with her orgasm as he continued moving, drawing the pleasure out.

When it finally ended, she fell back and collapsed into a fit of giggles. Remy stopped moving and looked down on her with a fond smile.

It was then that she became aware of the sounds the others were now making. From the direction of the pool table came the sounds of panting and the slapping of flesh against flesh, while beside her Malicia's voice kept up a string of commands.

"Yes!" and "Faster!" and "Harder!" and "Like that!"

Sandra gave Remy another kiss and turned her head to look. Malicia was still sitting in the chair, now with her legs spread open and knees up on the armrests while Tim half-knelt, half-stood between them, thrusting into her with what Sandra considered a pretty nice dick considering his height and build.

Maybe I should give him a try, too, she considered, and then was surprised at her own quick acceptance at what was rapidly turning into an orgy.

When Remy leaned down and kissed her again, giving a little thrust into her pussy as he did so, she decided that now was not the time for doubts.

"You haven't cum yet," she said, returning the kiss.

"I've got time," her rumbled. "Change position?"

She nodded, then sighed as his dick left her. She wanted a better view of the room anyway, so she scrabbled onto her hands and knees and turned to face the others, after a quick look over her shoulder and a wiggle of her butt in Remy's direction. He took the hint immediately and thrust right back into her, strong hands landing on her butt-cheeks and giving them a good squeeze.

Sandra felt herself smile widely as she took in the view. Next to her, Tim and Malicia were busy. In the center of the room, Alexis lay on her back on the pool table, Diego standing between her legs, pummeling her pussy with a series of hard thrusts. Jenny was kneeling on the table next to Alexis, bent down and kissing her senseless.

Huh, I didn't know Jenny was into girls, Sandra thought.

At first she couldn't find Victor, but then she saw a foot sticking out from behind the couch. He must still be recovering.

The next few minutes, she kept looking back and forth between Tim and Malicia on one side and the trio on the other side, trying to take in everything as Remy kept fucking her from behind. After a while, he leaned down to kiss the back of her neck.

"Looks good, doesn't it?" he said by her ear. "You want to try some of the others as well? Feel them, taste them?"

A day earlier, Sandra would have turned beet red at any suggestion like that. Now, her face was already red with excitement while she was getting fucked hard in a room full of other people having sex as well, and she felt only eagerness.

"Y-yeah," she breathed, between panting breaths.

"That's good to hear," came a deeper voice from beside her.

Startled, she turned her head. Victor was standing beside her. She hadn't even noticed him get up, focused as she was on the others. She had a brief moment of embarrassment as he looked at her, his eyes roving over her body as Remy kept pounding her. She suppressed it and gave him a smile instead.

"You can start with tasting," he rumbled, dropping down to his knees in front of her.

That brought his crotch to right in front of her face. He was fully hard again, his cock -- nicely-sized even for his build -- covered in the remains of Jenny's fluids, twitched with his heartbeat.

Sandra's eyes widened. She had been serious about wanting the others as well, but there was a difference between having sex with several people and having sex with several people at the same time.

Then Victor's hand was on his shaft, pointing it at her face as he slowly moved forward, and those distinctions no longer mattered. His musky scent hit her nose, and she opened her mouth eagerly. When Remy's next thrust pushed her forward, she took it into her mouth and closed her lips around the head. She paused at the unfamiliar taste, until she realized.

Oh, that's Jenny.

Ordinarily, the thought might have been uncomfortable, but right now it only made her hotter. Thinking about the implications of that would have to wait until later.

Sandra put it aside and opened her mouth wider as Remy thrust into her pussy again, letting him push her forward until she had half of Victor's dick in her mouth. Victor groaned as she began to apply all the skills she had practiced on three previous boyfriends. She couldn't fit much more than half his length into her mouth without choking every time Remy's movements pushed her forward, but from the way Victor started panting and tangling his fingers in her hair, he didn't mind.

Her eyes fell closed as she lost herself in the sensations, Remy behind her sliding in and out, Victor in front of her scratching her scalp as her lips and tongue played over his solid length. It was not a situation she had ever expected to find herself in, a guy at each end trapping her between them, but right now the pleasure washing through her made her wonder why she had never tried it before.

The room filled with moans and groans and other sounds of sex, and Sandra let herself get carried away by them.

She was nearing her second climax of the night when there was a thump and a boyish giggle from just beside her. She opened lust-fogged eyes to see Tim laying beside her, Malicia now kneeling over his groin with a hand on his chest holding him down. The singer positioned herself, then sank down with a breathy moan. She looked down to see that his cock was properly inside her, then gave Sandra a wink before starting to bounce on him, quickly increasing in speed.

Tim groaned. He met Sandra's eyes, gave her a wink as well, then stretched his neck to take one of Sandra's nipples between his lips. Sandra moaned louder around Victor's cock.

Behind her, Remy was still going strong, and Victor in front of her did not seem to be close to coming a second time yet. The twin sensations -- and now the third of Tim's mouth on her breast -- pushed her closer and closer to her peak. It couldn't last much longer.

And it didn't. After a few minutes of this, she came again, hard. Lights flashed behind her closed eyelids and her whole body went rigid. Through the rushing in her ears she Remy growl behind her, his fingers pressing harder, almost painfully so, into the flesh of her butt. He held still inside her for a few moments, and it with the spasming of her pussy it almost felt like his cock was growing.

Then her orgasm subsided a little, making it possible for her to think again, and she realized that Victor's cock in her mouth actually was growing, and that the sounds from Tim and the other girls sounded more like gasps of surprise than of arousal. Then she felt something soft and fuzzy against her butt.

Her eyes snapped open.

She still had Victor's cock most of the way in her mouth, so the first thing she saw was his stomach. The skin of which seemed to be *rippling*. Before she could process that, it *changed*. Its texture and color shifted in front of her eyes until in seconds it was covered in thick grey hair -- no, in grey fur. At the same time, his cock rippled and changed in her mouth, swelling and growing smoother.

Sandra blinked and pulled back, letting the -- now reddish and tapered -- cock slip from between her lips, and looked around wildly.

The band members all looked -- well, they all looked like the costumes they wore during their performances. Only, from this close up, they looked… Well, she had always admired how lifelike the costumes were, but now she was getting a feeling that that was because they weren't costumes at all.
