Reporter taken by rock group backstage

Warning: Dubious consent themes. Do not read if offended by hardcore erotica.

I was finally getting to interview Rage Crew, currently the hottest property in the rock and roll world, and by all accounts real bad boys. I had heard all sorts of anecdotes about what they got up to backstage with their groupies, but I was here to find out the truth.

I had my backstage pass, and the manager let me through.

They were winding down after the show, still all clad in their leathers, showing off their tattooed arms as they reclined on couches.

I instantly recognised the lead singer Ax Close. He smiled and made his way toward me as I turned to the camera.

“Hey guys, this is Molly Green, reporting for Music Scene TV, and I’m here backstage with Rage Crew, currently the biggest rock band in the world, and I’m delighted to talk to their lead singer Ax Close. Ax, it sure is great to talk to you.”

“And it is great to see you Molly.”

“So first things first, I’ve heard all these stories about the debauchery that you guys get into backstage, about all the wild parties, the drink, the drugs and the girls, yet I don’t see any of that here. Why is that?”

“Well”, said Ax, “we were just relaxing after the show, on top of which, we were just waiting for you to get here in order to get this show on the road.” He turned to the others. “Ain’t that right boys?”

“Oh hell yeah!”

The rest of them got off their seats and began to come toward me.

“Um…what going on?”

Ax then put is face right up to the camera.

“What’s going on is that we are going to give Music Scene TV a world exclusive. You want to see how Rage Crew do things? We don’t just go for any groupie pussy like we used to, oh no, that shit is so cliched and eighties. The way we do things now is we take reporters and we gangbang the hell out of them. Mr Cameraman, keep recording, you don’t want to miss a second of this.”

Ax then grabbed hold of my microphone, flung it to the side, then took hold of my blouse and ripped it right open, the buttons pinging all over the place as the rest of the band cheered.

“What the…”, I gasped. “What do you think you’re doing? You can’t…”

“You’re backstage with Rage Crew Molly, we can do what we like. You know the score, with us it’s the law of the jungle, and in the jungle, the male takes the female