In the previous chapter the boys learned a very valuable lesson, in how easy it is to become enslaved.
Legal or not the damage was done. Crystal took this hard feeling responsible for it, if she’d been on top of her game, this wouldn’t have happened. Cause she would have been in charge.
On second thought, considering what had happened the night before it may have not made any difference. One thing for certain was, this vacation wasn’t working out in the way she had planned it.
Crystal might be blaming herself but one of the things totally out of her control is, is that boys are gonna be boys. All three of them are young dumb and full of cum. And they’re very naive when it comes to dealing with women.
When dealing with a slave it’s easy, she’s there and trained to do whatever you want to do with her.
But a woman out of the collar is a totally different animal. Her brain is geared for whatever is good for her. And that doesn’t always mean your dick.
Yeah you might get some pussy and you might not. But what you will do is buy her dinner and whatever she wants, cause she’ll have you wrapped around her finger, thinking that you’ll get rewarded by getting between her legs later.
But probably not until you’re broke first.
So let’s find out what happened.
It all started with the boys going to the beer tent. At the bar they were just talking and enjoying their cold beers.
When a naked slave server walks up to them.
“ Excuse me y’all. “
She said kindly while pointing across the room.
“ Miss Krause would like for y’all to join her at her table. “
They pry their eyes away from the naked slave to see Alison looking their way with a flirtatious smile on her face.
“ Oh my God! Alison Krause wants to really talk to us? “
Billy said with his heart racing.
Billy Bobby and Josh all pretty much worshipped the ground this girl walked on.
All three of them instantly got hard.
This is another mistake, young men thinking with the wrong head.
It doesn’t occur to them in the least that for all the festivals that they’ve attended together in the past, Alison wouldn’t have even given them the time of day. Though she’d talk to Crystal a little bit, but it was usually just brief small talk in passing.
So now why is Alison sitting alone and asking these boys for company?
They go and join her at her table, she orders them another round of drinks, and just a club soda for herself, cause no way does she want to get drunk enough for them to persuade her from the mission that she’s on.
They all converse and laugh, and drink more. Alison turns on the charm, smiling and twirling her hair with her fingers. She doesn’t even have to unbutton a single button of her dress, to have their full attention. And the dress and boots she’s wearing covers her entire body except her arms, hands and face.
It’s funny how you can have naked slave pussy all around you. And the only woman you want is completely covered up in clothing, and all you got to go on is your imagination on how she might look under all that garb.
Or maybe it’s just the challenge of having to work for it.
None the less this will be the boy’s downfall.
“ I’m so lonely. “
Alison confesses while winking at them with a flirty smile.
“ Would y’all like to join me at my bus, so we can have a little privacy? “
And with that she led them out like three puppy dogs with their tongues dragging the ground. All the way throughout the campground to the Rv parking. And straight into her private bus.
Like a home away from home, this thing was as luxurious as a couch on wheels. But as she turned to face the three of them she was holding a slave taser.
“ Now take off your clothes! “
There wasn’t no doubt that they were gonna do that anyway, but they imagined that she’d be getting undressed also.
They then saw her cohorts suddenly show up with the cuffs, gags and a can of de voice antidote.
This was definitely a song and dance that they weren’t prepared for.
She takes the can of spray and tells them to open up, and down the throat it goes.
With them all then cuffed and gagged she taunts them even more.
“ Y’all actually thought y’all were gonna do what?…With me?…With those little things? “
She pointed towards their cocks and laughs wickedly.
She then opened a cabinet drawer and takes out this huge massively thick vibrator, and shows it to them.
“ I need a real man with a big cock! “
She then looks her accomplices.
“ Get them out of here! So I can pleasure myself!”
With their backs towards her walking out she only then starts to strip.
And a few hours from then is when Crystal would find them behind the slave brothel tent.
So now we’re back to the question of why?
The first answer to this is that Crystal and the boys had the last show before Alison’s show. All the shows are reserved for the bands that were placed in those time slots.
Alison is betting on that Crystal won’t show and forfeit her time, allowing Alison to take their spot and self promote herself and her band. Which will give them more exposure and that will sell more records, tapes of CD’s and swag. Which is always a big win for a young and upcoming group that they were.
Crystal and the boys had none of that kind of success but there was rumors going around that there were scouts for the record executives from Nashville in the audience that day.
And Crystal was hoping that they’d get their chance to be heard by somebody that could actually help them find some meaningful success.
Crystal was pondering the thought of finding some others that could sing with her. She was intending on recruiting an upright bass player and possibly a second fiddle or dobro player anyway. There’s always plenty of musicians at these gigs that will just play for stage time.
But the singing parts presented a big challenge to overcome.
Crystal and the boys had a unique sound going for them. It was described as morbidly mournful to even haunting.
They perfected these skills primarily from working back home at what’s known as the funeral home circuit.
You know if you want musicians to sing along your loved ones casket? Hymns like Amazing Grace, Glory land or precious memories?
Or in today’s times they’d sing Vince Gills Go rest high on that mountain?
But Crystal also can go darker than this. She believes in selling death through songs.
The Angel of death, Death is only a dream. Or Ole Death itself in Acapulco or instrumental your choice. When Crystal and The Delta Ramblers gets through with you and your family and friends everyone will want to crawl into a casket just to hear the group sing you off to the afterlife.
There is one thing about Crystal if the real estate gig doesn’t work out, and the country music career never develops. She’ll find her home for employment as a funeral home director cause she loves and cares for everyone.
As far as the festival was concerned her name was going around among the record people. And Alison knew this. Apparently at last year’s festival with Billy singing lead while playing guitar, and Bobby playing banjo, Josh on mandolin. With Crystals fiddle making a chilling squeal over them. Then as Crystal, Billy and Bobby joined around that single microphone to belt out the harmonies of White Dove.
It was said from many in the audience that the ghostly figure of Carter Stanley appeared from the heavens above and smiles down on the group, letting you know this is how it is to be done.
At the end of the song there wasn’t a dry eye in the place. They received a standing ovation and the crowd demanded another song.
This is what the record companies wanted to see. Or at least the few that appreciated real authentic music anyway, not much of that played these days you know?
I can almost imagine what the record covers would look like. Crystal and the boys would all be standing in front of a large white painted church with a tall steeple on it. Or they’d all be gathered together in a graveyard with sorrowful looks on their faces.
The morning was moving right along. Crystal kept the boys close by fearing that they’d get into more mischief. She’d keep getting them bottles of water to sip, as she hoped and prayed that their voices would come back.
The mornings and afternoons were dominated pretty much by those family bands and no name bands, just like Crystal and the boys were.
But the mid day show was taken away by something totally different. Everyone raced to the hillside with their lawn chairs and beech towels, to look down on the stage below. All were anxious to see what was announced as The Smoky mountain bare naked slave band.
Yes apparently the smoky mountain slave company has its own bluegrass band. And these slaves definitely had it going on.