The Show Tonight

[Buko]

The music was pumping as the guitar played the familiar guitar rift to a song, the crowd was pumped up as they had just bought the album the previous year, Paul Smith was a junior and still had the long hair he would become famous for, on his face however there was a small amount of fuzz because at seventeen he had finally gotten a full beard and was fully intended upon not shaving it (this would not last long though). The guitar rift kept going and the crowd kept screaming as Paul grabbed his mike and started off the show, his smirk getting wider.

"I'm sure y'all know this one, it's a cover song...but we'll be sure to bust your balls in the typical Hands of War fashion! So grab a chick drag her in the pit and punch her in the tit, let's get this fucking thing started."

And there the guitar rift started, the crowd going crazy as Paul Smith jumped off stage mike still in hand and then proceeded to do almost a perfect replication of the one inch punch Bruce Lee did in the martial arts tournament way back in the sixties, keeping the crowd away using his massive arms (standing at 6'2" Paul was anything but a small person) and then finally as a big seven foot guy came and tried to get Paul out of the center of the pit, Paul drew his leg up close and did a move that most people would recognize in March two years from now.

And for your information there are quite a few people who believe 300 stole it's iconic scene from Paul Smith.

He raised his leg to his chin and kicked the ogre in the chest, as the boy fell down Paul smiled as he finished the lyrics and then jumped up on the stage, still jamming out to the guitar solo, people where amazed in fact people where stunned that Paul Smith could do such a thing. Showing tactics, strength, and focus all the while maintaining an amazing pitch and fending off an entire crowd of people, he got up and smirked.

It was the first show of the year and their first full packed venue, Beneath the Hands of War's first EP would be coming out in a few months and it was then that Paul Smith said the one thing that would become the bands closing statement for the next two years.

"Thanks for coming out, we're Beneath the Hands of War and we fucking suck!"

Needless to say, the crowd ate it up. Single at the time (Paul wouldn't start going out with Melanie for a year later), Paul was anything but sexually inactive in fact his band mates recalled him saying: "It's show time and that means it's time to fuck." (Paul always had a rather blunt charm to him). It was however when a beautiful girl came up to him in a pair of overalls and her beautiful (and obnoxiously huge) tits where visible from most angles, she simply smiled at Paul who looked to his guitarist.

"And it is now that I invoke the divine order of..."

"Dibs", the guitarist said calmly and Paul's eyes widened, as he stared at his smirking guitarist.

"You motherfucker...", Paul said grumpily as he stared at the remaining girls, his band mates seemed to have been paired by all the hot ones and Paul was visibly saddened, that was until he saw a cute little girl. She couldn't have been more than fifteen and had long brown hair and beautiful blue eyes, her body...was not as impressive, but Paul could careless about physical appearance as he walked up to her and smiled.

"So, you want to ditch this place?", he said quite frankly.

"What type of girl do you think I am?", she said a bit angrily and Paul immediately backed off, not wanting to piss off the girl.

"I'm s-"

"You just gotta buy me dinner first." she said and flashed her beautiful smirk, Paul studied her beautiful teeth, each perfect and white, although he noted that she had an overbite -always a sucker for an overbite- and thus they where not due to orthodontics. He stared at her and simply nodded, as he looked at his band mates who seemed to...well not be having such a tough time with girls this evening. He decided on taking her to a pretty cheap Italian restaurant by the name of El Bambino's, strangely it was run by a good Cuban family (who along with making excellent food...where quite okay with giving Paul some wine), the menu itself was fairly cheap (ten dollars a plate) and it was of such high quality that Paul was certain it would give him a fairly certain high level of class.

As he drove and began chatting the girl up in his car (a 1988 Toyota Camry with bad breaks and even worse AC), he began thinking that she was a good girl and may warrant another visit should this be entreating enough, as they reached the place the eldest son Juan looked exasperated as he saw Paul pull up with a girl.

"Robbing the cradle Paul?", he said jokingly through a half whisper (the girl had not heard it) and Paul simply smirked and shrugged his shoulders.

"Know what they say Juan, if there is Grass on the field, play in it.", he smiled at him and Juan simply slapped his own hand.

"De Pinga!", he said exuberantly and Paul simply gave him a high-five as he sent the two to their table and gave them a bottle of white wine.

"You drink?", Paul asked calmly and the girl shook her head and Paul sighed, it wasn't the first time he would be getting a bottle all unto himself and it certainly wouldn't be the last, dinner went on and Paul soon got to know that this girl was Mercy and she was a Sophomore at Northridge, he joked calling her school the red scum (Blue and Red turn your team Black and Blue) and found himself eating an entire loaf of garlic bread and a big plate of spaghetti (along with drinking the entire bottle of wine). Mercy herself was a picky eater as she simply had a Caesar salad, while if Paul was a normal person he would've taken this as an invitation to buttsecks.

Unfortunately his experience with anal intercourse was not a pleasant one and he likened it to shoving his dick into a wall (much to his friend Melissa's delight), anyways after (amazingly enough after a bottle of wine) getting to the girls house and clumsily starting making out with her, eventually though he ended up bringing her pants down and then giving her a very pleasant orgasm by maneuvering his fingers in a fashion known by violinists as "Vibrato".

Score One for Paul.

Having a girl reach orgasm in and of itself is the most important part of sex, if you can do that you're automatically an average lover (that is of course if you neglect going down on the girl, getting her to orgasm then is like going into a candy store and finding a piece of chocolate...way to easy), now having her orgasm more than once is the key to making you an above average one and Paul Smith...well he had a reputation to uphold.

Eventually this make out session made it's way to her room (and of course they made their way out of their clothes), Paul Smith was in slow love jam, moving around like a drunken master (he might as well have been one at that point) and as he continued his thrusting he found her hands on his throat...massaging it. Now, Paul thought this was weird, but people do weird things during sex. He once shouted "Bazooka Joe!" on a dare with his friends the moment he climaxed, hell the girl he lost his virginity to had a strange fetish with tossing salad, people are into weird shit, so in perspective Mercy massaging his throat was not that big of a deal.

That is until it began getting more rough, Paul breathed in heavily as she pushed in, bam! A chunk of throw up went up into his mouth, he held it down, he had a job to finish (she had suddenly become a rubix cube of vaginal intercourse and was taking an erroneously long time to get off, despite her first performance with his fingers), he continued though this time trying to move his hips in different directions to (poorly) imitate the effects his fingers had.

In short an hour into intercourse, Paul was focused on maintaining his wood and getting this girl to come, his reputation was on the line here. It was when his focus was diverted that Mercy did something that Paul would never expect...she sharply poked his throat, he ended up spewing bodily fluids out of two orifices. He ejaculated inside her and puked all over her, as he withdrew clumsily and put on his pants drunkenly he muttered this phrase.

"S-Sorry, be going now..."

The girl simply moaned as she caressed her own body...

"Rub it into me."

Paul Smith became sober that moment and ran faster and drove faster than he ever did in his life.