Author: shaysrebellion
Description: There's a new hot band playing in town, The Gutter Boys! They're selling out shows and drawing all kinds of attention, especially from some already well-known women in the music industry. At the heart of this mystery is the young and mysterious, incredibly charismatic frontman of the band, Danny Gee. Watch as he turns Phoebe Bridgers, Olivia Rodrigo, Doja Cat, and Tinashe from prominent female music artists into his groupies.
Tags: Mind Control, Celebrities, Celebs, Non-Con, Groupies, Bimbos
Phoebe Bridgers was lounging about her quaint LA apartment. It was the early afternoon. Her windows were open to let in the warm air and allow the sun to bathe the apartment with its natural light. It was early Spring, a nice time of the year where it wasn't too hot in Southern California. Wearing nothing but a big shirt, no make up, with her bleached hair falling to her shoulders uncombed, it was a nice relaxing moment spent in bed with her dog in her lap as she leisurely browsed through ASMR videos, one of her favorite pastimes. She was particularly fond of cute female ASMR youtubers. They especially tickled her fancy.
She clicked half-mindlessly on video after video. The normal ads would play, usually pertaining to her interests from Vegan foods to adopt-a-dog campaigns. Finally one did stand out. It was an ad for a live performance by the band, The Gutter Boys.
"Hmm?" Phoebe's interest was stirred as she watched the ad play. She noticed the frontman, a young Asian male that was behind the mic giving what looked to be a rather charismatic performance with shots of the crowd moving along with his every step. He was quite handsome though a bit young. Staring and studying his movements, letting the sound of his music filter into her ears with the flashing lights of the screen she could feel her mind lose itself a bit.
"The Gutter Boys…" she muttered. "T-hey're p-playing tonight at The Greek!"
The ad finally ended.
"I gotta get tickets!" PHoebe quickly went to check to see if any were available. Without any thought she entered her credit card information and was pleasantly received with a confirmation that she had special VIP tickets that came with specially reserved tickets and a meet and greet. Weirdly it was called "The Groupie Experience."
"Sweet!" Phoebe squealed, excited about a show she had just heard about a few moments ago about a band she barely familiar with. The phrase "Groupie Experience" didn't even register a thought with the female singer songwriter.
Later that evening Phoebe found herself in a sea of what she assumed were fans of The Gutter Boys as they all flocked towards The Greek Theatre. She dressed in her normal all black attire consisting of Doc Martens and a loose fitting black dress. She noticed how many of the mostly female attendees wore all black with some wearing the same trendy boots. But that's where the similarities ended as they wore tight mini skirts, some leather, or small jean shorts with their thongs hanging out along with tank tops, bikini tops or other skimpy attire which revealed a lot of skin, many of them donning tattoos in the warm LA air. The crowd definitely had a certain aesthetic.
Phoebe followed the crowd into the venue and found herself in the special vip seating booth that was elevated to the side of the stage over the general admission standing crowd. She of course was not alone.
"Phoebe!?" a voice shouts.
It was the young rising pop-star Olivia Rodrigo greeting her fellow singer-songwriter. She wore bell bottom flared jeans with chunky white trainers and a rainbow patterned glittery tanktop that matched her glitter eye makeup.
The two have met before, though online via facetime for a promo. This was their first time seeing each other face to face.
"Olivia?" Phoebe responded surprised. "You're a fan of The Gutter Boys too?"
"I uhhh, yeah I guess? I actually never heard a song. I kinda was just browsing through Tik-Tok and saw and now I'm here." The teen pop-star shrugged her shoulders.
"Huh… weird, same thing happened to me."
The two go silent. They share a feeling of discomfort hearing themselves explain their situation out loud. They meet eyes and feel a troubling, creeping feeling. Olvia's exposed shoulders shivered as Phoebe crinkled her eyebrows trying to figure out what exactly feels so off.
Their moment would be interrupted as two other concert goers joined the VIP booth.
"Nah, they don't give a fuck here. I say light it up. It's an outdoor venue anyway," a voice from the hall echoes.
"Aight, bet," another voice says.
Phoebe and Olivia turn their heads to see Doja Cat and Tinashe emerge from the hallway. The two biracial beauties of African descent pause as Doja is in the middle of handing a joint in her fingers to Tinashe.
It is clear the two pairs are familiar with each other, all of them being a name in music, despite different levels of fame and existing in different circles, there is enough overlap to create some shock at the coincidence of all four of them being female music artists at the same show with the same seats.
"Oh, heyyy! Looks like these are *very* VIP seats," Tinashe says.
"Aight, I got enough to share," Doja adds.
"So you're fans of The Gutter Boys too?" Olivia asks. Phoebe wonders the same.
"Yeah! Big fan! I mean… uh I guess?" Tinashe says.
"Yuh, Tinashe told me she saw the same online ad as I did and… here we are," Doja says.
Phoebe and Olivia share a look.
"That's strange… same with us," Phoebe says, scratching her arm.
Doja cocks her head to the side befuddled. Tinashe takes a pull and ponders. The four are silent amidst the noise of the crowd filtering in to watch The Gutter Boys.
"Hey you four here for The Groupie Experience?" A stagehand breaks the silence.
The word Groupie, once again barely registers with them.
"Yep! That's us," Tinashe says.
"Didn't they give you your Groupie Experience attire?" The stagehand asks.
The four respond in silence.
"Ughhh! Come on, you need your outfits."
The four are led back down the hall to a private bathroom. They are each handed an outfit before walking into the bathroom stalls.
"But what about our clothes?" Olivia raises the question.
"Don't worry about it," the PA says, closing the door on her. "Just leave it."
The four simply comply with the stagehand. In a few minutes they step out of their stalls in their new clothes.
They look at one another. Olvia and Phoebe are both wearing tight leather mini skirts with fishnets and Doc Martens, though the heels are much more chunkier than Phoebe's, more of a platform look that elevated them off the ground. They wore white tank tops with a spray painted graphic print on them that said "Gutter Girls" in a bright neon green on a brick wall along with a sexualized cartoon version of them wearing the same outfit posing provocatively against the wall. The pair stared at each other and then their reflections confused and unsettled by the little cartoon versions of themselves on their chests.
Doja and Tinashe's outfits consisted of stretchy black denim short-shorts that fit like a second skin around their booties, especially Doja's fat ass, along with a thong that protruded up and out in what was known as a "whale tail." Instead of a tank top they wore matching bikinis composed of two big Gs, no doubt standing for Gutter Groupies, in the same font and bright neon green which was part of The Gutter Boy brand. The bikini was more than enough to cover their nipples and support their tits, the pair being the more endowed half of the four.
"Alright enough standing around, you gotta get back to your seats," said the stagehand rushing them. The four didn't even have a chance to get comfortable with their new look.
"Oh one more thing, your special VIP Groupie Experience stamps." The stagehand holds their stamp.
Doja holds her wrist out expecting her mark. Its standard procedure at venues. She rolls her eyes up as if trying to see what it says.
"It goes on the head,' the stagehand says, stamping the same mark on the Tinashe, Phoebe, and Olivia.
"Alright you can get back to your seats," they say before walking off.
Once back in their special VIP booth they notice that the theatre had filled up. Once can feel the anticipation in the air as the sun dips and the sky becomes a pinkish-orangey hue.
"What does it say?" Doja asks curiously, still trying her best to roll her eyes and see.
"It says, Gutter Groupies," Tinashe answers.
"It says it on your forehead too," Phoebe says.
"It's on all of your foreheads," Olivia says.
"Yeah, yours too," Phoebe confirms.
Doja lights up her spliff and takes a pull blowing smoke into the evening air. The girls ponder the meaning in another brief silence.
"These are kinda hard to walk in," Olivia says, kicking her clunky heels together.
Olivia looks at Doja's and Tinashe's footwear.
"Those must be difficult!" She says pointing at the biracial pair's platform five inch streeper heels.
"Yuh, but not too bad, "Doja says.
"Yeah I'm used to doing choreo in heels," Tinashe says before doing a little shuffle and shimmy, showing off her skills.
"Cool," Phoebe says, impressed. Herself a bisexual can't help but appreciate Tinashe's athletic body and the way she moves it as well as Doja's curviness. Olivia, while cute, is skinny much like her.
The four turn their attention to the stage as the house music stops playing what was weirdly a mix of Phoebe Bridgers, Olivia Rodrigo, Tinashe, and Doja and the lights go dim. The crowd screams in anticipation. The four rush to the edge of their little booth and grip on to the railing to lean over as if to get as close to the action as possible.
Slowly the band comes out. First the guitarist Toure who straps on his axe and rings a chord before playing into a rhythm. The excitement builds as Lin, the bands bassist enters and adds to the intro. Their drummer Miguel enters to the sound of screaming fans as he sits atop the drummer platform and begins to slap the skins. The trio create the base of the song. The crowd now anticipates the enigmatic heartthrob, the frontman, Danny Gee to take it away and kick off the best hour and a half of their lives.
Finally he steps out walking with all the swag and confidence one can have. Despite his small stature, the baby faced 18 year old had a strong presence on the stage.
The screaming in the outdoor theater is almost deafening, yet nobody was as enthusiastic as Phoebe, Olivia, Doja and Tinashe. They hopped up and down with a crazed lust in their eyes for the boy as if possessed. They were music artists far more established than the young frontman, yet in their eyes this freshly 18 year old boy who had yet to sing a note was the greatest talent they had ever seen.
"Are you ready, LA?" He shouts.
"I'M READYYY, DANNY!" Cries Olivia. She reaches out towards him in desperation.
"NO! I'M READY!"
"NUH! MEEEE!"
Tinashe and Doja almost bounce their tits out of their bikinis hopping for joy. Their curves jiggle for all to see as they stand high in their heels.
"OMG! OMG! OMG!" Phoebe just repeats almost hyperventilating from the excitement fanning herself with her hands.
Their hearts thump as Danny begins the first verse.
I'm down if you wanna clown
Yeah, I'm down whenever you come to town
In the car, on the bed, or on the floor
Lemme know, lemme know, baby lemme know, Oh!
Phoebe's jaw drops as she listens to his lyrics. That moment she felt her own talent was so insignificant. He's a pure genius! The critically acclaimed indie songstress could learn so much from him!
The punchy over distorted guitars play a dancy rhythm. It was their signature sound that Danny dubbed Stripper-Punk.
Yeah I'm gonna need a towel.
Cause imma dive in that wet wet wet wet!
Babe I know you feel my style
Now get on yo knees and open up that mouth, OWW!
Part of The Gutter Boys' signature style was Danny's lewd, grimey lyrics that complimented the punchy guitars and the dancy melodies that so defined "Stripper-Punk."
No one was more properly dressed for this music than Tinashe and Doja Cat. They threw their hands into the air and shaked their hips. "Owwoooo!" They screamed, feeling the music envelope their senses and move their bodies. THey closed their eyes imagining Danny dancing right behind them, feeling them up. The chorus then sweeps through them
When I touch down baby I'mma be at the place.
You better be in yours
On your knees, on all fours, you'll do whatever I say
You're gonna give me those hooooles!
Phoebe couldn't help but slip her hand under her skirt. Between Danny's wordsmith skills and his ability to sing and perform, not even mentioning his devilish good looks, the indie sadgurl singer couldn't help but see him as the ultimate package.
Olivia meanwhile found her body dancing, a bit awkwardly, especially next to DOja and the far more skilled Tinashe. But the skinny 18 year old wiggled her hips as best as she could along with them.
"Ooookay! Gurl!" Encouraged Doja.
"Yeah! Yeah!" Tinashe joined in.
"LIke this!" Tinashe effortlessly threw her ass around, up and down, in all directions before slut dropping to the floor and bouncing.
Olivia was intimidated but did her best to mimic Tinashe's movements.
"Oh! Ah!" She cried falling onto her back as she attempted the drop in her clunky boots.
Doja and Tinashe both giggled, but there was no ill intent as they pulled Oliva back onto her feet.
"You'll get it the next time gurl!" Doja said before squatting low and slapping Olivia's ass over and over again with the rhythm of the music.
Phoebe watches the three beautiful girls dance, the sight of which renders her helpless. Her legs quale and knees cave in. Her fingers rub her clit profusely and she bites her lips.
"Ohhh! Ohhh! Mmmm!! Ughhhh! Ahhh!" Phoebe climaxes, too overstimulated by everything around her. She crosses her eyes and bites her lips then falls to the floor staring straight up at the sky. All she can see are stars.
The first song ends with a triumphant finish. The crowd roars.
"FUCK YEAH, LA!" Danny shouts.
Doja, Tinashe, and Olivia all come into Phoebe's field of vision. With smirks they stare at the bleach blonde. They notice the trickle of her juices glistening down her inner thighs.
"Did she…?" Tinashe asks.
"She did! Hehe!" Doja giggles.
"I uhh…" Phoebe hesitates. Her pale cheeks blush red
"I can't help it! I'm so horny!"
Even looking at their pretty smiling faces gets Phoebe all hot and bothered again.
"Get up! You're going to miss Danny!" Olivia says.
Tinashe and Doja pull Phoebe back up onto her chunky platform boots.
"Gurl, don't worry. I can't blame you. Danny is so fuckin hawt!" Doja says assuring Phoebe.
"Come here!" Tinashe waves. "He's performing the next song!"
All four women rush back to the handrail gripping it tight.
"This next song is called Holes!" Danny announces to much fanfare. The music begins and the frontman begins singing.
I need more than your heart
I want all of your holes!
When its so dark and cold
I feel so warm in your holes!
Danny's words are like poetry. Phoebe could feel herself grow weak again, but her fellow VIP won't let her.
"Hey!" Shouts Olivia. "Stay with us." She grabs Phoebe by her shoulders.
"Yuh! Come dance!" Doja says then grinds her ass against Phoebe's crotch.
"Ohh ughh!" Phoebe moans.
Doja turns around and grabs Phoebe by her wrist swaing her hips, encouraging the pale white girl to join along. Phoebe hesitates but slowly begins to mimic the curvy singer-rapper and groove to The Gutter Boy's sweet raunchy music, her slender hips and little white girl booty do their best to keep up.
Danny and The Gutter Boys continue to play through the setlist. As they do the four continue dancing all while crying for Danny at the top of their lungs. They begin to get very familiar with each other or at least each others bodies, grinding against one another. They swap partners frequently, Doja dancing with Phoebe while Tinashe dances with Olivia or vice versa. The black half of the four pushes the limits of their white counterparts' dancing, encouraging them to twerk and move in all sorts of ways foreign to them.
As The Gutter Boys play their ballad, "Slow Dance Inside Your Guts," they pair up and hold each other, swaying side to side. Phoebe looks into Doja's eyes and unable to resist much longer presses her lips forward against Doja's sliding her tongue into her mouth. Doja reciprocates the act and the two share a sloppy kiss.
Tinashe meanwhile kisses up and down Olivia's neck. Olivia only 18 was the least sexually experienced of the four and hadn't had any same-sex experience. The young teenage girl's eyes fluttered as Tinashe kissed and bit her tender young flesh up and down before leading kisses all the way up her cheek before licking her inner ear.
"Mmmm, you that wet, wet!" Doja says sliding her hand between Phoebe's legs. She's soaked. Doja gets her fingers moist then playfully pokes Phoebe on the nose. "Boop!" Doja places her fingers to her mouth. "Mmmm, you taste so good. You should try." She slide her fingers between Phoebe's lips so the singer can taste her own sex juice.
The band makes it to their last song. By now the special VIP seating smells like hot sweat and pussy juices. They lean over the handrail breathing heavy, tired from dancing and touching one another.
"Alright, this is our last song," Danny announces.
"What NOOO!" Olivia cries as the whole audience does the same.
"I know. I know. You've been such a lovely audience, but we'll be back soon before you know it. And to our special Groupie Experience ticket holders, I'll see you soon right after."
The four were elated by the announcement. They hopped up and down excitedly.
"OMG! OMG! OMG!" They squealed.
"WE'RE GOING TO MEET DANNY GEE!"
"This one is called "The One." It's about how you can make a housewife out of a hoe. Here we go!" Danny started the band off and began singing. This was one of their most popular songs, and of all of them the danciest.
She's a stripperrr!
She's my liiiiife!
Who says a stripperrrr!!! (Mmmm yeah!)
Can't make a wife!!!
Danny's words swirl around their heads. They each envision themselves working the pole at a club in front of Danny. He sings the refrain. Doja imagines feeling Danny's hands roam over her ass as he twerks her big booty in his face. Tinashe fantasizes about Danny making it rain hundred dollar bills as she shakes her ass on all fours.
If she cooks me a meal, looking good in platform heels
She's the one!
If she gives me good head along with breakfast in bed,
She's the oneeee yeah!"
Phoebe's mind goes from her sliding up against a pole to her in a 50s eque kitchen wearing nothing but an apron with perfectly done makeup cooking for Danny as he sits at the kitchen table reading the paper.
Danny repeats the verse again:
She's a stripperrr!
She's my liiiiife!
Who says a stripperrrr!!! (Mmmm yeah!)
Can't make a wife!!!
This time Olivia mouths the words holding her hands against her chest in love. It's the 18-year-old with her hair perfectly up, makeup on, wearing nothing but an apron in a 50s kitchen making serving Danny steak and eggs before pouring his coffee and bending her ass over for a "thank you" spank on the rear.
The refrain sings different this time around:
If every morning she makes the bed, at night does aerials over your head
She's the one!
If she never gives sass, but giggles when you smack that ass!
She's the ooooone yeah!
"I'm the one!" Olivia squeals.
"Nuh! ME! HE'S TALKIN BOUT ME, BEECH!" Doja screams.
"Nah, fuck y'all," I'm the one!" Tinashe cries.
"I want to be the one, but I don't care! Ijust need him to FUCK ME!" Phoebe's horniness made her all too desperate, shedding any self-respect.
The song hits the bridge. The instruments stop playing and the voices of Toure, Lin, and Miguel can be heard singing the back up.
She's the one, she's the one, she's the one for me.
She's the one, she's the one, she's the one for me.
She's the one, she's the one, she's the one for me.
She's the one, she's the one, she's the one for me.
Their bodies come to a standstill. The four feel their hearts flutter. At such beautiful angelic singing. The band repeats over and over again in three part harmony as Danny joins in, the instruments come to life again building towards something greater. Danny sings over them.
If she licksssss like she singgsssss
If she dancessss on the tiiipppppp
If she spinsssss and does flipsssss
In the kitchennnn if she whiiiips
If she twerk it like a bitchhh
If she pack it like a fridgeeee
Olivia begins to cry tears believing she can suck Danny's cock just as good as she could sing. Tinashe with all her dancing skill knows it doesn't mean a thing if she isn't dancing atop Danny's cock. Phoebe wants nothing more to be a little stay-at-home wife for Danny. Doja's knows her fat ass can twerk better than any bitch and is built for a good packing from Danny's cock.
"Then she's the one...."
"Then she's the one...."
THEN SHE"S THE!
The band slowly rises culminating in an orgasm of sound. The lights flare to match the intensity and again Danny goes into a mind melting solo. The four melt down along with the solo. Their legs go weak. They pant desperately for air as their senses are flooded and minds can see nothing but Danny. The young frontman may have very well been plucking their heartstrings as visions of them getting dicked down by the young frontman at the stripclub and on the kitchen table played in their minds.
The intensity on stage grows. Danny begins howling into the mic.
"YEAH SHE'S THE ONEEEE, YEAH SHEE'S THE OOOOOONE!"
Around the theater women in the audience begin to drop. They can't help but faint at such a breathtaking performance.
Doja, Tinashe, Phoebe, and Olivia prop themselves up leaning on the handrail.
"Ohhh! OHHH AHH!" Phoebe screams orgasming once again.
"YEAH SHE'S THE ONE!" Danny shouts ending the song. The music stops playing and Danny stands atop a platform triumphantly over a screaming crowd.
The image is seared into the eyes and minds of the singer. NOW THAT IS A MAN. Someone truly deserving of worship. Someone they just had to be near. Someone worthy of whatever he desired.
"Goodnight, LA!" Danny waves singing off and exiting.
"No, Danny!" Olivia squeals.
"Come back!" Tinashe cries.
"Ehem!" The stagehand clears their throat trying to get their attention. "You know you have the Groupie Experience, right? You get to see Danny right now.
"Oh yuh, we do!" Doja pops back up.
There is a great excitement in each of their eyes.
"Alright, well let's go then," the stagehand says.
The four are led backstage.
"Alright here it is," The stagehand says.
The four are presented with a simple dressing room door with Danny Gee's name on it. It was only fitting that the frontman had his own room.
"OMG! OMG! OMG!" They repeat with glee. Their cheeks flush red. Their hearts thump in excitement. They can barely contain themselves.
"Well… enjoy." The stagehand knocks on the door and leaves.
Phoebe, Olivia, Doja, and Tinashe all keep their eyes glued on the door with the name of their idol. Their heart skips a beat as they hear a hand on the doorknob. The knob turns, door opens, and their lives will never be the same.