On with the show

They had good timing at least, not five minutes later and his team showed up. From there everything went on auto pilot as they ran down the same old regular pre show checklist from going over the set list to to a brief meet and greet with fans who had won some local radio contest.

Then it was time for wardrobe, where a little blonde girl who looked like she was barely 18 stripped him naked and helped him into jeans so tight they threatened to cut off the circulation to his legs. It seemed stupid, but the jeans the label had him wear on stage were too tight for him to button on his own. At least they made his ass look good and madr his package look huge.

The wardrobe intern managed to be almost completely professional. Although she did stare a bit, she never said or did anything inappropriate, even when she had to physically adjust his cock just to get his jeans fastened. At the time she was on her knees right in front of him and he was a little thankful he was gay, otherwise he might not have been so professional.

From there everything was a blur of doing shots, fist bumping people and moving from place to place on the way to the stage.

Then he was in the spotlight with his guitar belting out song after song.

Every crowd was different, and this one definitely had a southwestern rodeo feel to them. The front row was mostly fit rodeo princesses in their tight fitting wrangler jeans with white t-shirts and cowboy hats. The rest of the rodeo they would be in western shirts, but they all wore that white tee to the show so they could show off their boobs. Most were bra-less, so their nipples were visible through the fabric.

Jess made sure to get caught checking a few of them out. Although he had no interest in their mammaries, it made them scream even louder. It also pissed off their boyfriends, which he did like. The guys were who he was really watching anyway.

Towards the end of the show, when everyone was tired and sweaty, he started into one of his slow ballads. Jess sat his guitar down in a holder and slipped off the front of the stage and into the front row. He wrapped an arm around one of the cowgirls and slow danced with her while he sang. She ground her boobs against him and even had the nerve to grope his cock with her hand as they moved.

While it appeared he had picked his dance partner at random, he had actually picked her because her boyfriend was the hottest guy on the front row. He was easily six-two with bulging muscles. Although he wore wranglers, he had on a John Deere cap and looked more like a harf working farm boy than a cowboy.

When the slow dance was over, he high fived the farm boy, who smiled approvingly. As Jess slipped back on stage to finish the show, he knew who he would be picturing later tonight on the tour bus when he stroked one out.

From then everything was a blur. The last song. The encore. His entourage leading him back to the trailer. A shower. Then hope on the bus and off to the next show.

Just before the bus door closed, he saw Dave. They raised a hand in salute to each other, then they were gone.