Band Girl - Sex Stories

Band Girl

... but she was wearing a collar. Karly never wore a collar when we were friends. “...What does that mean?” I finally managed to ask.

Travis smiled and nodded. “It means what you think,” he replied, cool as a cucumber. Karly looked from him to me, still smiling, like this was the most okay thing in the world. “Offer’s only up for a limited time,” he teased. “Five seconds. Deal or no deal?”

He held up five fingers, and slowly retreated them one by one into his palm, grinning away, Karly smiling as much as ever beside him. I wasn’t even sure what to think, and could barely form the words. I honestly think I only replied “Deal” immediately to call his bluff, but he only raised his eyebrows once then shook my hand.

“You’re in the Media Gang, right?” he asked as he stood up. “If you give it to me now, I’ll bring it to the ComTech room Monday morning. Thanks for this, you’re really helping me out. Karly is gonna be busy this weekend but we’ll figure something out during the week.”

I slung the bag around my shoulder and handed it to him, still practically in a daze. What the hell was going on? “This feels like a joke,” I managed to mumble.

Travis could only laugh in response as he threw the camera bag strap over his shoulder. “Just you wait, man,” he replied, and that’s the last thing he said before walking off, his other hand still around Karly’s waist. As he walked out of my view, that hand descended lower and lower down her back.

***

My hands were shaking when I ...

... retrieved the camera. I had no idea what video was going to be on the SD card for me to see, but at least Travis made good on his promises; the camera was given back without a dent. He even recharged the battery afterwards. Still, that was only one concern out of two, and after what he said about Karly, I was worried what I’d see on there. Was he the type of sicko to hit her and record it or something?

Even though it probably wasn’t the wisest thing to do before classes, I went to the earliest recordings on the card and hit play. Video footage from inside someone’s garage started playing, and Travis and three equally hot yet mysterious-looking skinny boys showed up in front of the camera, talking about a shot they wanted to get.

A music video. They wanted to record a music video. I adjusted my shirt collar, feeling a little stupid. The next little bit was just them setting up shots of them playing in their garage with little setups like a zoom or a dolly shot or something. It wasn’t bad framing, either. Travis or whoever set the shots up would do well in the Media Gang. I huffed to myself and turned the camera off, putting it in my bag and going to class.

***

Something was bothering me. If this was just footage to be used in a music video and some b-roll, why would letting me keep a copy be offered to sweeten the deal? Was Travis implying I could lie and say I shot the music video to put on a resume or something?

After I got home, I decided to take the camera ...