the sax player's late! - a tech company romance.

Part 1

"fuck allamea. she's done nothing this whole showcase." the room is dimly lit and the lofty sounds of jason swe's symphonic wind whatsits travel into the strategy room.

we're quietly talking shit as we await our mission captains next orders, the next scene change is junior jazz, a notoriously mech heavy spectacle. my nails are bitten to the quick as i draw my shaking hands up to pull my unruly brunette hair into a small top knot. my loose black shirt flops listlessly in the sweat filled air. The distant but familiar sounds of the voices in my head echo in the back of my mind, their resonating sounds of 'pray to the tech company gods', and 'no balls at all' repeat over and over in my subconscious. i look around the congregation, travis sits slumped in a corner, his fedora tilted low and his small dick radiating more than ever.

"alright people listen up." our chief commander csarlett (with a c) lays out the game plan ahead. it should be simple. hopefully the musicians are standing by. peeping out of the large peeling doors i see all but one jazz connoisseur. "guys we're missing a bass player" my calm controlled and manly tone is loud in the sudden silence that has fallen over the musicians outside.

"muso's standing by." i hear zendaya say into her headset. i know the tchies arent ready for a scene change but i cant tell her, she is on a direct line to god, if i so much as put a foot out of mile, she'll smite me. i grit my teeth and look out of the heavy door to the outer world, the blast of cold air is an assault on my delicate pores. i quickly stick my head back inside my lair and grumble to myself.

what could that bass player be doing? prepping his guitar? is that what musos did? (AN: PREPPING AHHSHAGHSJ GET IT HAHAHAHAHAH LIKE WITH LUBE) im starting to sweat a little under the coller as i go to check the outer levels of the earth once again. however, as i go to open the door, the thing flies right into my face.

i dont mind too much, my tough and edgy childhood had led me to grow some masochistic tendencies. in storms the bass player, wild mane of unwashed hair flying everywhere. He strikes up a conversation with travis, and my stomach burns with pent up rage and jealousy.

as a teenage boy, i am constantly horny. and my frustrations are never set to rest because i am surrounded at all times with extremely attractive people, (myself). it is a pain to be stuck in a body this beautiful. To quench my feels i do the big brain play like the ALPHA i am and *shit* on people that i lust for, asserting my dominance. its real theraputive, and when bass player ignores me i channel my teenage angst and whip out my dick-i mean catana and slime all over that bitch ass mf. he gotz what he deserved........... friends give friends blow jobs.

escaping into the "girls" bathroom (we all know that the bathroom is really just for gay hookups between year 7's and twelves.) i study my perfect reflection, leaning forwards i kiss the strangely warm and wet mirror. it's probably jizz, but if i contract an std it was definitely worth it. luckily its only a semi as i leave the restroom to go and do tech in front of many children and their parents. the thought only makes me slightly more aroused, damn it.

I strole in confidently, and thrust my massive 21 mile cock into the faces of every female that i pass, their eyes wide with what i can only assume as wooed-ness yeehaw and i 'mlady their ass so hard like my dick heel yen lets get techin boiiiiisssss.

with the scene change done, i head back into the backstage area, luckily deadrice was no where in the area so she couldnt assult my ass again with her vicious talons.

"only one more scene change tonight." i sigh, finally i can get my two hours of rest and my daily food ration. walking back to the backstage area i am stopped by a stockily built torso. looking up, i see none other than princess jason, the conductor with the warmest ass in the music department. he says "meow".

"roar" i reply, in stock standard carnal furry mating speak. i know little of the true furry lifestyle but from what little bits i could piece together from watching trevor and the bass player yiff earlier, i should fair alright. all i need to do is get past jason.

"i could hear your whole crew talking through my performance" he starts. his tone is frustrated and annoyed and i can hear trevor growling at him subtly. it's a warning sign.

"whatever" another one of my techie crew has appeared, its ebony darkness dementia raven way, she's our resident emo and when she combines with her counterpart Brittany brittishworth, they become the single most powerful entity in the company. now that the jojo stans have fallen and rusted, they are the only ones to protect us from the colour mistress.

"dont test me hissssssssss" jason says before walking off and leaving his cello stool unattended. as is tradition i promptly take residence there. it is satisfyingly toasty as ever.

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AN: THATZZ DE END OF THIZ CHAPTEERE BUTT I WIL UPDAITE REGULARLYY!!!11!!! LUVV U GUYZZ