Guitar Girl 3

	“It’s been almost three years since the lead guitarist of the then rising band Felarya disappeared. And many credit her replacement, known simply as May, to their recent success.” Katrina and May watched the television anchor speak of them. Hearing her own names on the television was something that May had never quite gotten used to. The dim light flickered across the dark room in an almost hypnotizing way. “They band shot like a bullet to the top of the charts with their blues styled rock song called ‘Hard Eats’ which was written by May. The song, criticized as overly redundant by some and pure genius by others, was easily memorable due to it’s distinct lyrics.” The anchor went on to say many more praises of the band, making it seem like she was something of a closet fan. “Their fame here in the Americas and all across the globe is only topped by one other band, CupNoodle Minions. CupNoodle Minions rose even faster than Felarya thanks to the many infamous reports against the bands front man Johnny Milo. Milo, age thirty seven, has been arraigned on everything from assault to rape. However, most of these have turned out to be nothing but rumors. Still, some question why he has managed to stay outside of the bars so long..” CLICK. May pressed the red button on the remote cutting the television off. The remaining electricity in the screen seemed to form a candle for a split second before it too disappeared into the darkness. “You know, I really hate that guy.” May said to Katrina, who was working her hand up May’s thigh. “Oh? How come?” Katrina asked between nibbles on May’s ear. May never took her eyes away from the blank television screen. “He’s an ass. Gives us musicians a bad name. Do you know how many rumors I’ve heard that ‘I snort cocaine off of his schlong’? Seriously!” May became irritated at the paparazzi random words. “So. Since when do you care what people think?” Katrina laughed. This caught May’s attention. “I guess….still. It’d be nice to just….get rid of him.” May said. A sinister smile crept onto Katrina’s face as her hand went further up. “We’re opening for them soon aren’t we.” Katrina said. May gave a slight chuckle.

	“Rolling down the highway, listening to the walls…um…damn.” May strum and sang as she tried to finish the lyrics she’d been working on for almost two years now. May glanced out of the window of the bus to see asphalt and dirt fly by at sixty miles an hour. “Distracted by something?” Katrina asked from behind her stylized sunglasses. May never could figure out exactly why she insisted on wearing then indoors all the time. “Yea, I don’t like this guy we’re opening up for. And why are we opening up for them?” May pouted. “Heh, getting a little bit of a rock star attitude aren’t we?” Katrina teased her friend. “Oh shut it.” May strummed a bit more before she started blankly staring up into space. “But, then again. I know what you mean. The guy is lord of the douche bags. There are….ways….to get rid of people like him.” Katrina tilted her dark sunglasses down to clearly peer into Mays eyes. “…Oh no…no no no no. It was bad enough with Shelly. Nobody like her, not even Felarya fans.” May tried to dissolute Katrina from whatever hellish ideas she was planning. “And nobody really likes him either. Well, besides the screaming fan girls. And if they want to go with him I say why not honestly.” Katrina laughed. “I can’t keep doing this. Remember Bunny! I liked her!” May said. “You ate her. But she wanted to be eaten so. And if I remember what you told me correctly you didn’t really disapprove to much when it was happening. In fact I remember you saying that you ‘took charge’ didn’t you?” Katrina knew more than she let on. “Yea…I did enjoy it. Still….” May looked back out the window just in time to see a green blur of a cactus fly out of her vision. “Well, it was just a suggestion. If you do decide to do it, just make sure to tell me ahead of time.” Katrina tilted her shades back up to cover her piercing eyes. “Tell you? Why?” May was intrigued by the request. “So I can watch dummy! I missed the last two time and I’m not letting that happen again!” Katrina laughed once more as she answered. “You are a messed up individual, Katrina.” May laughed back as the bus rolled further towards Vegas, and towards Johnny Milo.

	The tour bus arrived on the small casino plaza right on time, something Falary’s driver prided himself on fiercely. May and Katrina walked off of the bus to see crowds of screaming people on each side of them. Katrina turned her head to face May and gave her yet another sinister smile. May just rolled her eyes and started to walk forward into the skyscraping casino. She could feel the red velvet beneath her feet fall in the shape of her feet with every step. After working her way through the maze that was the Ali hotel and casino lobby she came upon the casino’s theatre. The theatre was very large and Victorian styled. The tall ceiling proved perfect acoustics for all kinds of music, but the scream of a distorted guitar would carry particularly well with the tall walls. “Wow, this place ain’t bad.” Katrina said as she joined May in the gazing. She still had her shades on. “Yea, sound will carry nice in here.” May said in response. “I bet it will. So, have you decided what you’re gonna do yet?” Katrina abruptly asked. “Do? About what?” A confused face came upon May. “Our little annoyance, Milo.” Katrina answered with a smile. “Oh, nothing.” Katrina seemed disappointed with this answer. “Wha…but I thought..” “You though, exactly.” May interrupted Katrina. “Fine then. Be that way. Guess we’ll just have to live with the proverbial ass of the world.” Katrina folded her arms and pouted. “Yea yea. S’long as he doesn’t do something totally stupid and try to hit on me or something then he won’t be too bad. We just come, play, and get the hell out dodge.” May tried to console Katrina. “Heh yea, I don’t even think he’s stupid enough to do that. Nobody is since that reporter in Reno that pinched your ass.” Laughter erupted in the theatre, they were right, it did carry well. “Hey, not my fault bones snap that easy.” More laughter rang out as the two of them exited the theater and went back into the lobby.

	“Hey, I’ve gotta go to the water closet for a minute, wait here for me alright.” Katrina told May as she ran off to the bathroom. May just shrugged as she ran off. She stood still as she twisted and turned her head to look around the rather large lobby. She suddenly recognized one of her favorite songs being whispered from somewhere in rambling crowd in the lobby. “A boom boom boom boom. I love to see you strut, up and down the floor. When your talking to me, that old talk.” A tall, dark, and rather emo man walked out from the crowd. It was Johnny Milo. May rolled her eyes. “It’s ‘that baby talk‘, not ‘that old talk’ you moron.” May went on the defense already as Johnny walked towards her. “Well whatever, I know it’s one of your favorite songs, my little May flower.” Johnny got up as close as he could to May. “Yea, it is when it hasn’t been butchered by a twiggy punk, and don’t call me that.” She scolded him. “And why not? It’s cute.” He defended himself. “No, it’s a boat….you’re calling me a boat. So now not only are you a bad singer, but you’re an idiot to, double whammy.” Her verbal punches were becoming more accurate. Though, Johnny’s overconfidence was like plastic in rain, the insults just rolled off. “Ooooh. Ouch. Not bad, that tongue of yours has become pretty sharp….but I’d like to see just how sharp.” May loathed his stupid romances. “Well…I said I’d do something if he tried to hit on me…dammit. It’s going to be a long night.” May thought. “Well? What do you say?” Johnny wrapped his vile arm around May. “Damn. Fine. You know what, come to my room later tonight, around ten. It’s room 643, the suite, here’s a card.” May held out the cardkey. “Aw, come on babe why not…wait….seriously! I can!” Johnny was beside himself. “Yea. You’ll have a great time, trust me.” May laughed. “Alright! See you later tonight!” Johnny ran through the lobby, assumingly to his room to prepare for that night. May found it humorous that he had the run of a teenage girl. “Damn, seeing him run like that almost makes me regret what I’m going to do.” May said aloud to herself. “What was that?” Katrina said from behind her. “Hm? Oh…uh…nothing. Just thinking aloud.” May didn’t tell her about her plans. “Hm? Ok I guess. Hey, wasn’t that Milo running like that?” Katrina must have caught a glimpse at his prance. “Yea, he was just being an idiot as suspected.” May answered. “Oh. Did you see that crappy looking jacket he was wearing?” Katrina was referring the black and grey stripped baby doll hoodie Johnny Milo was somewhat known for always wearing. “Yea I know, and I say again, gives rockers a bad name.” May said as she and Katrina laughed all the way up to their rooms.

	A few hours passed and before she knew it May looked at the clock to see that ten o’ clock had already arrived. “Guess it’s about time.” May said. As soon as she had finished that sentence she heard the clicking sound of a card being slid in and out of the door lock. She looked over just in time to see the little square red light turn green. Johnny opened the door and walked in. “Hey babe.” was all he said as he struck a pose in the doorway. He was wearing his classic black and grey striped jacket and not much else. “…yea. Hey.” May was rather apathetic. Johnny strode over to May, who was wearing next to nothing, she had learned through previous experiences that it’s best to save your clothes in this situation. “You look good hun, how about me?” His ego knew no limits. All may could think about was how he still had that jacket on when all else he was wearing was his tighty whitey’s. “Um..yea, you look great. Why don’t you just go lay over on the bed and we’ll get started.” May told him and he gladly obeyed, closing the door behind him. “Oh yea, let’s do this!” Johnny seemed a little overly excited. “Heh, yea, lets.” May smiled.

	Johnny spread across the bed, head at the top and legs spread to each of the bottom corners. “That’s good, now just close your eyes and stay like that.” May told him. He shut his eyes as tight as he could. “Ok now, make sure you don’t open them.” May said as she knelt down at the foot of the bed. May was eye level with his feet as she opened her mouth to begin the arduous task ahead of her. She stuck her tongue out and licked at his toes to get a taste. Salty, dirty, all over nasty. A shiver went down her spine at the horrible taste. “Guh…..jeebus. I was hoping he would at least taste good.” She thought. “Oh well, guess I’m doing this for charity then.” She opened her mouth as large as she could, something she had become rather good at since her last two victims. She began at his toes, quickly sending them down her moist throat with a loud *GULP. “Oh baby, that feels great! I didn’t know you were such a freak!” Johnny kept his eyes shut as he felt a completely unknown feeling around his feet. “Moron.” May thought as she swallowed once more. Now his feet were balled up at the bottom of her throat, his heel created a slight bulge at the base of her throat. He moaned, apparently getting an odd pleasure out of not knowing what was happening to him. *GULP! May swallowed again, moving up to his knees. She gagged as the salty taste of his skin stretched from her tongue all the way to the bottom of her throat. Johnny’s feet popped out into May’s stomach and it didn’t take long for the acid to start tickling his toes. “Heh heh, is that a feather?” He was in such unknown and blissful pleasure that he couldn’t even feel much pain anymore, only bubbly, tickling pleasure. “God I hope I can do this. The other two didn’t taste like this. It’s disgusting!” May’s brain was having a hard time fighting the gag reflex with such a bad taste. “I need to hurry. It’s gonna be bad if I have to start this all over again.” With that thought she began to hasten her pace. She swallowed twice more, now she was up past his waist. “Oh God! It feels like I’m standing in a carwash!” He still kept his eyes shut, at least he was smart enough to follow orders. May’s stretched to the limit lips tickled his skin as they worked their way up past his chest and onto the base of his neck as he stretched his arms above his head. Around the time Johnny’s waist popped into May’s stomach Johnny’s feeble little mind realized that there was nothing that May could be doing to make his whole body feel moist like it was. At this realization he opened his eyes to see the top of May’s hair inching it’s way up his neck. “What the fuck!” He screamed startling May and making her choke a little bit. “What are you doing!” His voice shook as he tried to move his arms down to push May off of him. It was to late, however. May’s well trained throat was to strong and it force his arms to remain above his head. “This can’t be happening! This is a dream!” He repeated over and over again as May worked her way up his head, eventually covering his mouth, nose, and eyes. With the loudest *GULP so far she made his forehead completely disappear. She quickly slurped his hair into her mouth. His well oiled head tasted even worse than the rest of him. She swallowed once more to force his swollen head down her throat. She made many more small gulps to finish off his arms before there was nothing left but the tippity tips of his fingers. One more loud *GULP accompanied by an even louder *SLURP and the most famous male rocker in the world had disappeared, never to be heard from again. And considering his singing voice that was most likely for the best. After his head and hands plopped into May’s stomach to join the rest of him he immediately balled up in a fetal position and cried. He didn’t cry because he was going to die, no, he cried because he knew that if he died then he wouldn’t be able to party anymore. The force of his hands popping into her stomach made May let out a loud * BURRRRRP! One more piece of filth off of the music scene. May could only smile as she stretched out onto the bed to nap and digest her meal. “Well…that tasted horrible.” was her last thought as she drifted off into dreamland.

	Meanwhile, inside of May’s stomach, work, quickly began on the sobbing rock star. His toes and lower extremities had already started to melt. Some of the bleach white bone was showing on one or two of his fingers. He tried to keep his head out of it at first but sooner than later the acid all but submerged him. On top of that, that last belch had taken away most of his air. He became dizzy as his vision of the moist pink prison began to blur. He faded into unconsciousness without a word. First his skin melted away, dissolved by the strong acids. Sooner than later his bones became weak and crumbled under the steadily increasing pressure. One small reminder of the soupy rock star remained however….

	The sun rose and shined through the hotel room window waking May from her well deserved nap. “Mmmm. Not yet. Five more minutes.” May said to no one. She slowly squeaked her eyes open before realizing all that had gone down the night before. “Oh yea, that’s right. Sleep well Johnny?” She looked down at her still slightly distended belly as she plopped her hand on it and rubbed gently. Her rubbing felt good, real good. “Oh, but alas, I’m afraid we have to part ways soon. All good things must come to an end, right ‘hun’ ?” She taunted and teased all the way into the small hotel bathroom. The first thing she noticed about the bathroom were the handicap rails on the wall beside the toilet. “ooooh, those are gonna come in handy!” May smiled as she pulled her now much looser underwear down. She sat down on the cold white porcelain with a *PLOP. “Ah, much better. You should feel pretty much at home here huh?” Still taunting. “Ok now, let’s get this done. You better come out better than you went in. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that rancid taste.” May said as she began to squeeze. Struggling from the start, it seemed like Johnny wanted to be a pain in the ass one more time for May. “Oh no you don’t! Fun times over, get out of there now!” She grunted as she held her breath trying to force his remains out. “Get out of me now you emo shit!” She screamed. She was lucky the hotel walls were soundproof, otherwise her neighbors may have wanted an explanation. “Ah!” She grunted again as the first piece of former rock start broke through her perked anus into the dimmed bowl. “That’s it, a little more…” She struggled to say as she pushed harder. *PHHHRRRTTT! May’s ass felt an instant release as the foul smelling gasses rushed out pass the shit. “Oh..” May panted. “That’s a relief. But we’re not done here quite yet.” She said as she pushed once more. Now that the escaping gas had loosened up the way a little the shit fell quickly out of May’s perked asshole. *SPLASH! *SPLASH! The turd broke up as it exited making multiple splashes in the water below. “Oh yea, that’s the stuff.” May was becoming hot, sweat rolled down the back of her neck and down her back, rolling right down her buttocks and into the shit water below. *PHHRRRTTTT! A few more, much more quieter, farts flew out, again paving the way for another movement of shit. Instead of hard solids however, what came out was a steady stream of brown. It burned the sides of May’s anus as it rushed out into the toilet water. Suddenly, the diarrhea stopped as instantly as it began. It was being blocked by something. “What the hell?” May became puzzled. She grunted loudly as she tried to push whatever it was out, but to no avail, it wouldn’t budge. “Dammit, I was hoping nothing like this would ever happen.” She mouthed off as she began wrapping her hand up with soft white toilet paper. She stuck her toilet paper mummified hand between her buttocks and prodded her burning asshole trying to loosen whatever was damming it up. She stuck a covered finger inside and hooked onto something almost instantly, quickly pulling it down and out into the water. The blockage fell out easily after that and was followed by more brown river. May shook of the toilet paper on her hand and brought it back up to rest her chin on it. After a few more minutes and a few more grunts and farts the deed was done. She wiped herself thoroughly and stood up, pulling up her panties with one quick motion. She turned around to look at her job. The first thing she noticed was a shit stained, half digest black and grey striped baby doll hoodie. “Sonnava bitch. Guess he really did have to wear it all the time!” She laughed as walked back to her bed, slamming down on it to sleep and recover all the energy her release had taken out of her. She never even bothered to flush.

	A few hours later Katrina waltzed in to May’s room using the universal key that the hotel manager gave her. Rock stars can pretty much get anything they want Katrina thought. The manager gave it up without much fuss when he found out who was asking. Immediately upon entering the room Katrina smelled one of the most foul odors she ever would. “Good God woman what did you eat!” She laughed as she looked and saw May passed out on top of the bed in nothing but her underwear, a sweet smile on her face. “Heh heh, I know just the way to wake you up.” She said aloud. “First however, I need to run to the little girls room.” Katrina continued to narrarate. She opened the door of the bathroom and a wall of stench hit her instantly. “Oh god that stinks!” She laughed again. It wasn’t as fun since May was asleep and couldn’t hear her taunts. She looked in the mirror and straightened her hair a bit before glancing down into the toilet bowl, still filled with the rancid remains of a once famous rock star. “What the hell…” She went in for a closer inspection, braving the smell. She immediately noticed the black and grey pieces of fabric. “…..MAY!”

	Felarya had a brilliant show that night, a long one too considering that they had to fill in for CupNoodle Minions, who were in total disarray looking for their hated front man.

A boom boom boom boom….