In Cleveland we are very passionate about the things we love. One of my favorites is a local rock band that recently went national.

I’ve been to almost 40 of their shows in the past three years. Their live shows always whip the crowd into a frenzy.

The audience is usually full of scantily clad young women, most of them wearing masks, some dressed in innocent-looking nighties, some in fetishwear, and some in just G-strings with electrical-tape X’s over their nipples. After the band is finished, techno music starts thumping, and the girls get onstage to dance and strip — sometimes more.

The band was putting on its last local show in Akron. I got a little lost on the way, but finally made it there. I was wearing a sparkling black-and-red mask, a black work shirt (I always button only one button over my stomach), a black lace-up bra embroidered with red flames, a short red plaid skirt (with big safety pins in the pleats), black thigh-high fishnets, and black knee-high boots with four-inch heels. My spirits were high until I got to the door of the club, where a lot of people were milling around because the show had been oversold. It didn’t matter how many people had tickets, they weren’t going to let us in. It’s never a good idea to piss off 150 metal fans; we raised hell for about an hour until they finally let us in.

I immediately ran straight down to the pit and pushed my way through the crowd until I was in front of the stage. I’d made it just in time. They were just about to tear down the paper curtain when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see a tall, sexy guy grinning at me. “Hey!” he said. “Remember me? I met you at the Christmas party.” I had no idea who he was, but I pretended to remember him. He was so hot! I gave him a hug, loving the feel of his strong arms around me, and we chatted for a few minutes.

Then the paper ripped and the band came out. My new friend wrapped his arms around my waist and did his best to keep me steady so I could take pictures. It was wall-to-wall people in there, and I suddenly felt something pressing against my ass. At the same time, his hand slowly started sliding up my waist, inside my shirt. I leaned back against him as he kissed and nibbled on my ear, which is absolutely my biggest turn-on.

I turned to face him, and he began caressing my mouth with his tongue. Just then the band started playing my favorite song. I turned back to face the stage. The excitement at these shows gets me extremely horny, and this one was no exception, especially with this guy all over me the way he was. I closed my eyes, singing along and grinding my ass against his erection. He reached under my skirt to fondle my ass and thigh. I reached behind and grabbed his cock. Even through his pants there seemed to be plenty of him. I guided his other hand to my pussy, which was dripping with anticipation. I had to lean against the stage for support as his fingers worked their magic. I was hardly able to breathe. I let go of his huge rock-hard dick and hung on for dear life while I came in the most mind-blowing orgasm. For the first time ever, I screamed as I came. He pressed me against the stage, unzipped his pants, and shoved himself inside me. I came again just from him entering me. We fucked that way, up against the stage, until the band was done.

As dozens of girls started climbing onstage to dance, I turned to thank him. We kissed good-bye, and it wasn’t until I was halfway home that I realized I’d forgotten to give him my number.

The best part of the whole thing was that no one had a clue what we were doing because of how tightly everyone was packed against the stage and how loud the music was. I barely remember what he looked like, and I don’t remember his name, but I do know he’ll remember me when the band comes back to town.