The Boys and the Band

The Boys and the Band

They looked every bit the part of a `70s garage band; wavy long hair, tight pegged pants, silken-bloused shirts and the slouched sullen persona to fit the age and attitude. Ernie, Bob and Adam always wanted to be rock stars, trouble was, not one of them knew how to play any instruments, and two of the three were totally tone deaf as well.

It didn't stop the dream though, they had talked about it since they were in elementary school. In Ernie’s mind’s eye, he could see the three of them up on a stage in front of thousands of screaming and crying teenage girls, wet panties strewn all over the stage and the security detail barely able to hold back the onstage rush.

“What a glorious rush that would be!” Ernie whispered to himself as he whipped his hair back and grasped his imaginary guitar. “Borrrnnn to be WIIiiilddd!” He screamed suddenly his voice mournfully cracking and strained in his attempt to recreate the awesome vision.

A startled Bob nearly fell over an equally startled freshman girl, as he jumped away from the raucous onslaught. Red faced with embarrassment, Bob drew back his hands and backed away from the small, but quite pleasingly, buxom girl.

“Sorry, sorry!” He squeaked in his just changing teen aged man/boy voice. Glaring at Ernie for a moment, Bob stepped around the flustered girl, laughed and held up his hand for a high five.

“Wanna give a guy just a bit of warning when you’re ready to rock out, dude?” He asked as he rubbed his ears. Adam high fived him and laughed in agreement.

Ernie slapped his friend’s upraised palm. “Sorry dude, I just got a rush from something I've been thinking about since study period.” Holding up the large black book, he had been carrying under his arm. “You gotta come over after school and check this out, man; it’s the wildest thing EVER!”

“Sure, man, what is it? Where did you get that ugly old book?” Bob asked as he quickly stepped into the doorway of his last period class just as the bell rang.

Ernie quickly jumped across the hall into his own last period class just as Mrs. Andrews was shutting the door. “Just be sure and be there!” He called as the door clicked shut.

“Mr. Coder, please take your seat, immediately!” Mrs. Andrews ordered in her crispest, no nonsense, voice.

Ernie quickly found his desk and slipped the heavy book under the chair as he sat down with a well-practiced slouch.

By 5:30 that evening Ernie, Bob and their best bud, Adam, were sitting around on stools in the Coder garage. Ernie had the heavy black book placed on his Dad’s workbench in front of him.

“If a favor, even a favor of the highest order that may alter the applicants entire future, is asked of the newly summoned under world dweller and the proper gifts are offered, any and all, requests will be granted of the applicant’s choosing; payment for such requests to be made after a reasonable time period has passed.” He read to the two friends.

“Payments, what kind of payments are we talking about here?” Adam asked, slowly shaking his head back and forth in objection.

“What does it matter, dude?” Ernie stared hard at his friend. “We’re talking about changing our future, man. Fulfilling our most treasured and deepest desires and all that shit, man!” Looking over at Bob and then back to Adam, he asked. “So what’ll it be, guys? Are we going to alter our entire future? Are we gonna be STARS, man, err, men?”

The enormous pull of their shared dreams and the impulsive insatiable desires of youth, spurred the three young men to quickly gathering the required items described in the incantation. Even then, it took nearly three months to assemble some of the more esoteric items, but finally they met again one dark and stormy Saturday night in October.

Ernie ushered his two friends forward and pulled the garage door into place. Turning to Bob, he asked, “Did you finally get that last item, man?”

Bob gave him a quick grin as he pulled the soiled and slightly bloody panties from his coat pocket. “Sure did, man, Peggy finally came through and let me do it tonight. Her parents went off to that show up the coast and we had the house to ourselves!” Bob couldn't help being a little proud that he had finally become a man and helped out their cause at the same time.

“You're sure she was a virgin, right, man?” Ernie asked.

“Dude, you’re holding the proof right there in your hand, man!” Bob couldn't pull back the grin lighting up his face. “I POPPED that cherry, dude!” He snapped his fingers and laughed. “I POPPED it good, man!”

Ernie pulled a large box out from under the workbench, and then one by one, he pulled items out of the box and lay them on the bench in front of him. He grinned and winked at Bob as he reached into his pocket and pulled the pink-blotched panties out and laid them with the others on the bench.

Opening the large book to a marked page he set it on the bench and started to read the secret incantation as he gathered the items one by one into a shallow bowl.

“Dark lord of the Underworld, I beseech you to hear my plea.” Ernie's voice broke just a little as he began pouring the oil into the bowl. “Please, oh Lord Master, be assured as I chant from the old wisdom, Sham Bala Whazam Lord Master, I add notions and potions from old. “

As Ernie began sprinkling the various herbs and powders into the bowl, a dark smoke began to drift upward. As he opened the panties and lay them into the slowly bubbling and smoking bowl, he read the last passage. “Accept these gifts oh dark and mighty Master and bless us with your presence. Sham Bala Whazam Master of the Dark, receive these notions, potions and magic from ancient times. Come together in fire and smoke , charging the passage way for our Lord and Master.”

As the oils and powders mixed in the boiling smoking mass, a dark cold essence began to be felt more than seen and the three boys fell backwards as a flash of electric fire blew upward from the bowl, a black cloud covered everyone and everything, then just as quickly vanished.

The three friends stared in shock at the dark stranger that stood before them. A tall man nearly seven feet with jet-black hair, olive skin and fiery green eyes, flashing flecks of golden electricity. Dressed entirely in a dark suit glistening with a smoldering and brilliant white shirt and deep red tie. He looked intensely and directly into every eye that stared back at him.

“Good evening gentlemen,” he said in a deep rich voice. “Did the three of you really grow enough balls to summon me out into such a night from my comfortable rest? Is there something so desperate and important to go to such extremes?”

Ernie swallowed hard and stepped an inch closer to the dark man. “Yes oh Dark Master, it was I that summoned thee.” His voice croaked on the last word and he swallowed hard again.

The man laughed and wiggled his eyebrows. “Enough of the Dark Master and fake biblical crap kid and get to the point.” He said. “I am a busy guy you know and only a truly big deal is going to get anywhere tonight boys, so what'll it be?”

“We-ell we want to be big and famous,” Ernie started. “like big time rock stars, ya know. The Beatles, Rolling Stones maybe something like that.”

The man's eyes flashed golden electricity as he asked. “And what is in it for me besides your everlasting souls for eternity?” The man laughed again deep and hearty unpleasantly long and loud.

“We put together all of the ingredients for the power spell for life and riches.” Ernie pointed to the still slowly boiling and smoking bowl.

The man leaned forward and sniffed deeply from the smoke rising in the air. “Sorry guys,” the man chuckled and shook his head. “The blood I smell is not from a virgin girl child. Nope, not a virgin girl, but from a broken hemorrhoid of a diseased transsexual male, not even of the correct age.”

“What, what the hell are you talking about?” Bob barged forward, his chin up and his eyes flashing almost as much as the dark man’s fiery orbs. “Peggy is a good girl, devout and proper, she never even goes out with anyone around here.” Bob shook his head and glanced at his two friends staring back at him. "Damn it, we did it doggy style sure, but I KNOW damn well I put it in the right hole and there weren't no damn transsexuals anywhere around!

The dark man looked Bob up and down, threw back his head, and roared a laugh. Slapping his knee and roaring louder. “I'll tell you what guys,” he said. “You gave me a good laugh and at my age and temperament, a good laugh is pretty valuable. You'll get to be rock stars of the highest quality, just like some of my best residents down below. You will be onstage NOW, tonight! And will be mine shortly thereafter.”

With that pronouncement, there was another brilliant flash and loud explosion, when the three teens opened their eyes they were onstage before a large crowd of screaming, dancing girls, men and women. Ernie turned his head to the left and right, Bob was sitting before a set of drums with the sticks in his hands tapping a sweet tempo, Adam was to his left and strumming a bass guitar like a pro. Ernie nodded to the guys and his fingers flew across the strings of the beautiful guitar in his hands.

As the crowd began to gyrate and scream the first blast of pyrotechnics blew into the air, it quickly flashed a ball of fire into the rafters and then another and another.

The rush to the blocked doorways killed the first hundred or so right away, crushed beneath the feet of the unlucky ones behind that eventually succumbed to the smoke and lack of oxygen slumping to the floor in silent death, along with the rock stars, coughing and cowering on the stage.