Chapter Seventy Five:     Atlantic City

I probably don't need to tell you that Lee Springer has been Chrome Pie's keyboard player for the last three years and has become just as famous as all the other guys in the band by now. But I'll tell you anyway, just in case.

Lee started as a studio musician on the "2 Pie Or Not 2 Pie" album and they liked his playing so much that they took him along for their European tour and he's been a steady member ever since. Anyway, I'm so proud of him.

Me? I'm his girl friend, my real name is Margaret but forget that, Lee calls me Bunny, y'know, like a Playboy Bunny. I guess 'cause he thinks I'm so sexy. Guess I am, kind of, can't help it.

Everyone on this USA Tour has been invited to pitch in with a chapter for the web site, but Lee just doesn't want to. Well, I'd love to, so I'm hijacking his slot. I hope nobody minds. (editor's note: nobody does)

And now we've come to Atlantic City on our Big Tour of the USA. Not that I knew anything about this place before we got here, except that they allow gambling. Ok, I only learned that today, when Marcie mentioned it. I'm a California girl and have been pretty much stuck in Bakersfield all my life until I met Lee and he took me on tour with his rock and roll band.

We were both so young when we met that it was a problem: I was still 16, he hadn't quite turned 21 yet, so Lee wasn't supposed to be taking me across State lines if we were going to be having sex because of the FBI, but now I'm of age so sex is finally okay. Good thing too, 'cause we do it all the time. Now the problem is that I'm still under 21, so I can't go into some places where Lee is playing with Chrome Pie. Oh well, I get older every day. Kind of can't help that either.

Of course, my parents freaked out about me living in sin with a rock star, at least until Lee showed them that he earned more than enough money to take good care of me; financially Chrome Pie is doing all right. We're not exactly super-rich, but we can afford to have some fun.

It was only a bit over a 2-hour drive from New York to Atlantic City, so we got here a whole day before our concert. We have reservations at an RV campground almost downtown. So it's back to living on the bus, after a glorious week in a hotel in Manhattan. As the only girl in the bus I really do miss the privacy of a hotel room, but long as I'm with my Lee-baybee I'll put up with it. Although I'd really prefer the cozy boxed-in bunk-bed set-up like they have in the S&F bus.

So now I'm finding out that Atlantic City is this big glitzy but semi-run-down tourist town with all these skyscraper casinos along the beach-front, mostly connected to the big open wooden Boardwalk. After we set up camp we went into town looking for food and fun, since we had a free day. We were a little bit surprised about how few people were walking around, since it's supposed to be a popular tourist town and all. Sort of reminded me of Detroit, out from the city center where it' all abandoned and lonely. Maybe mostly because the weather is kind of cloudy and gray, although it’s not quite raining or snowing or anything serious. After our nice sunny week in Manhattan this town seems pretty low-key and sad. I mean, we walked around town with three Bigfoots and nobody even seemed to notice, everybody wandering around without looking up from their cell phones.

We ended up eating crappy microwave pizza slices, there wasn't much else to find, unless we wanted to go into the casinos, but we were saving that for later. First we wanted to check out the music venue where we'd be playing tomorrow: the Boardwalk Hall.

It's a really huge event arena, actually gigantic, where they usually do the Miss America Pageant every year. Oh, I'd like to try out for that, but it probably won't be held here next time, and for sure not until mid-December, so forget that. But I guess they do just about every kind of big event here: football games, stock cars, boxing matches. And music concerts. Beyoncé and Madonna have played here, Celine Dion, Dolly Parton, and back in the age of dinosaurs, the Beatles and Rolling Stones. And now us. OMG!

Lee is really hyped to play here because he wants to get his hands on the biggest and loudest pipe organ in the world. It's built right into the hall and sports something like ten thousand pipes. I'm not sure how that's going to sound with the modern pop music stuff we play, but maybe he could do the Star-Spangled Banner, or some other old-fashioned tune. Adam sings that one really good, you know, together they could make it a special number, like they did at Indy 500.

Now Charlie Madison is telling me about how Atlantic City used to be a popular beach-front resort town, back in the 10's and 30's, especially because the town just plain ignored prohibition laws going on in the rest of USA. Gambling and booze, real gangster fun, although now it's still one of the most dangerous cities in the whole country for robberies and murders. Charlie said it mainly went into a slump after cheap flights to Florida could drop the tourists into warmer weather than New Jersey.

I guess Charlie is still mad at Donald Trump for having been the Worst US President Ever-Ever, and it seems he WAS actually pretty destructive in Atlantic City, building a Trump Tower and the other Arabic-sounding casino (India-sounding: Taj Mahal), then going bankrupt four times and cheating his construction companies of their expenses, but somehow walking away with millions for himself. But I’m not very interested in politics.

A lot of the shops and entertainments along the Boardwalk are closed or out of business, so we ran out of things to see or do, so that made it time to check out the casinos. About half of the twenty of us wanted to try our luck at gambling, and the other half wanted to go home to the busses rather than lose a whole bunch of money. Well, Lee and me, we didn't have a whole bunch, so we thought we'd better go win some.

We set our limit at $50 between us, saying we'd quit when or if we lost that much. We started on nickel slots, won about $20, then went over to the roulette tables and lost $60 in about as many seconds, back to nickel slots and our $50 was gone. But Lee had another $20 in leftover nickels, so we got to play for another hour. Ended up with one dollar in dimes.

Still, it was fun being inside the casinos, warm and bright lights, plenty of people now, having fun risking total financial ruin at the gambling tables. Nobody ever carded me, so Lee and I got a little bit tipsy for once. Then our last $1 was gone so we walked home to the RV park.

There was a party going on in our bus, everybody drinking or smoking weed, getting noisy. Benny Joe was bragging about winning four hundred dollars, and then losing it all, of course. Freddy, our plumpest nerd, was loudly preaching about how superhero comic books are a True Art-Form. Osmond was quiet and brooding, as usual. Marci was doing her drunk butch bitch routine, which I can get tired of pretty fast. Lee was getting hornier and hornier and me too, but there was no place for us to go to bed. This is why I get tired of this one big open barn-room we all sleep in.

So we went over to the S&F bus next door. where it was quieter. Where the more mature and reasonable folk hang out. Benny Joe would call it "boring", but that was exactly what we wanted just then; we were partied out.

Adam and Scott were playing mellow acoustic music to Pokey's easy-going tom-tom beat. Charlie and Mike took turns on the third guitar. Lissandra played her cello real slow & low. Melly and Maki did a relaxed backup chorus. They invited me to join in, so I did. Lee borrowed Melly's little Casio keyboard to play frills and arpeggios. I don't think we played any actual songs, just free association riffs and runs. It was really nice.

Back in our own Chrome Pie bus the party was getting rowdier and nobody was about to go to bed, so I asked Adam if we could borrow one of the six S&F bunk beds for the night. Melly said I could use hers, said she'd share a bed with somebody, I sort of guessed it might be Mike, although for all I know it could be the big hairy Bigfoot,Adam. They're kind of discreet about who's sleeping with who over there.

The bunk bed was just wide enough for two people if they weren't shy, with a sliding door that actually allowed us some privacy, a reading light and water bottle mounted on the wall. What a nice cozy little bedroom! So Lee and I finally got to get laid; "And just in time too," Lee said.

Lee fell asleep, his horniness taken care of, but mine wasn't-- yeah, Lee's a typical guy when it comes to coming --so I stayed awake awhile, listening. Our little bedroom was cozy but not soundproof. We were used to others hearing us have sex every night and every morning, not really shy about it anymore, as long a they couldn't actually see us, But now it was my turn to overhear other people having sex. What secret perversions were going on in this oh-so-discrete bus? Juicy ones, I hoped.

Ok, when Melly invited us to contribute our own personal reports about this USA Tour, she suggested that we should be as honest and uncensored as we dare to. I've read the reports the others have been writing-- some of it pretty erotic stuff --and I think I'd sort of like to express myself too. I haven't written an essay since high school, even tho I used to be pretty good at it: got lots of B+'s. But I don't want to embarrass or insult anybody, so maybe I'll just leave out all the names. To protect the not-so innocent, myself included.

Like I said, I was lying in that bunk bed beside my used-up lover, just listening, ears quivering for any sexy sounds as everyone shuffled off to bed. The musicians stopped playing music about 11:00 pm and soon people were climbing into the other five bunks around us, thumps and bumps at first, then the softer sounds as they settled in.

I heard a Bigfoot's bigness brush past our bunk on his way to the wall-to-wall bed in the back of the bus. It sounded like someone followed him, mumbling something I couldn't understand (in Nokhontli), but which of the two Bigfoot chicks? Just couldn't tell.

Then the bunk-bed right above us creaked and I could tell that someone small and light was climbing into bed. So light I had to guess it was the smallest S&F person, but I'm not naming her. And then somebody else climbed in with her, so I guessed who that had to be. They soon started moving, slowly and comfy-like. I couldn't hear if they were actually boning or not, but it was kind of exciting to think so anyway.

Then behind us, another couple snuggling up into a bunk for a good night's sleep. Or whatever. I recognized her voice but not who she was with, listening hard to find out. Soon they were definitely boneing. I got horny all over again.

But then above us, another person climbed into bed with those two, so now they were three. A guy spoke and I was surprised to hear who it was. So had that smallest person been rolling around with another girl? By then I could definitely hear boning, wet smacking sounds anyway, and feel the bus rocking gently.

I tried to get Lee's attention, so that we could get in on the ride, but he just kept on sleeping, no matter what I tugged and massaged and squeezed. All used up, I guess.

But then the rocking of the bus went major, big surges, the bus springs squeaking louder and louder. Something HUGE was moving in the back of the bus. Had to be our Bigfoot, but nobody was talking so I couldn't identify any voices. Until a cute young gasp and a short conversation in squatch language, then a MILF-sounding stream of grunting in time with bigger and bigger surges. Both of them at once? That guy must be a real stud!

Above us, some girl had what sounded like a pretty good human orgasm, and then she laughed. The guy laughed too and the other girl tinkle-tinkled in a tiny voice. The rocking got more rugged as the guy was finishing her off too. He was gasping, getting really excited.

Me too, but Lee was doing me no good, so I had to take care of myself. The rock-rock- rocking of the bus helped. Behind us, that couple was getting seriously agitated too. A macho shout in Spanish let me know who had just come. His partner shouted in Spanish too, "Olé!" Just to be polite, I guess, and then she laughed.

The next morning Lee woke me up, horny again. I was all for it, of course, and it seems that everyone else was too. Because once we started I could hear all the others joining in, going at it again. Laughing too, happy sounds, all pretty nice. But then I heard one of the girls upstairs climb out of bed and join the couple in the bunk behind us, so from one threesome to another threesome and back to work.

Lee was amazed, we were both holding our breaths and listening, still boning slow and easy but distracted. Then we distinctly heard at least one of the three behind us going into the back to join Bigfoot and his babes. More laughing. OMG, was some human girl really boning a Bigfoot? He's so BIG! And hairy. Ew!

But not quite TOO big, sounded like. Then some girl (human) was making lots of noise, but none of it sounding like pain. Anyway, more laughing. Us too.

We gave up on finding interesting places in Atlantic City, our week in Manhattan had spoiled us. We made sandwiches in camp and went to the Boardwalk for rehearsal at about 4:00 pm. The concert was at 8:00 that evening.

Before we went on stage we could see that the big hall was only half-full. We've gotten used to having all our shows sold out, so this looked strange to us. Some were asking why we'd even been booked here; wasn't it a waste of time and money to be playing for a half-empty house? But Old Man Ewan reminded us that Boardwalk House could seat six thousand people and most of our venues seated only half that many butts.

And once we started playing it was pretty obvious that our audience was mostly dedicated fans who knew all our songs and were happy to be here even if Atlantic City was a shadow of itself.

Lee got his chance to play the "loudest organ in the world", the owners were actually glad to get it featured in pop-music, but he didn't overdo it, except for one long-held note just to show everybody what the thing could do. He played a Doors song: "Light My Fire"; they'd always used that organ sound. Adam sang, beautifully, and did an extended one-note harmony to Lee's one long-held note that shook the whole hall.

I still felt a little shocked about overhearing our Bigfoot and some human girl (I do know who, but am not saying) going at it together last night. I mean, how could she really want to have sex with a hairy Bigfoot? It wasn't that he was ugly-- in fact, seeing and hearing him onstage it finally clicked just what a beautifully male animal he was. Magnificent might be the better word, I guess.

I mean, ok, he's hairy all over, but it's all trimmed short and neat, looks all clean and shiny. And he’s a really nice guy, so I suppose he could be tempting. But just how much does he weigh? And, of course, just how HUGE is his bone? Wondering what it would be like as I watched him sing made me tingle a little bit.

No, no, OMG no, that's silly. Because I love My Lee Baybee and don't want nobody else. But as an erotic daydream, it ain't half bad.

Oh but wait: this is supposed to be a review of the concert, so I guess I'd better do something about that.

The band did a cover of Bruce Springsteen's "Atlantic City", Scott singing this time. Lee told me they'd discussed the symbolism of that song being about something dying and coming back to life again, sort of like Atlantic City itself. My Lee, he's just so deep, such a true artist.

OMG, I just got to tell you about me and Lee. We met at a Chrome Pie concert in Bakersfield almost two years ago. I was already a CP fan, really into the band, especially Scott and Charlie, but I hadn't really noticed Lee yet. After their original keyboard player died there’d been a bunch of guys in and out, so it had been hard to keep track. Lee first joined the band after they'd put out the "To Pi Or Not To Pi" album, so I'd never even seen a picture of him (not close up anyway) or paid any attention to who he was. Until my first live CP concert. I noticed how cute he was onstage, but I was still more into Scott and Charlie back then. It was a boss concert, up to that point my favorite ever. Of course I was not quite 17 at the time, so I hadn't been to so many rock concerts before. And this was the first without my parents. I was there with my BFF Aymie. We were both cheerleaders and famous as Bakersfield High's hottest chicks, so after the concert we got invited backstage for the after-party.

I knew what groupies were, but sure had no intention of being one. I'd heard terrible things about the sinful lifestyle of rock bands, so it was kind of scary. Still a virgin back then, you know. But I couldn't resist getting to meet Chrome Pie, one of my favorite bands, so I went backstage, along with Aymie.

Once backstage, Benny Joe got after Aymie and me right away. Yeah, both of us. He was straight forward enough about it: saying he wanted to bone us both here and now. BJ can be a pretty scary guy, always so intense and horny and greedy. Of course, I'm kind of used to him now, but he still gets blatantly over-horny about me every once in a while. But that first time was the worst. It was Lee who rescued us, like a gentleman, by convincing Benny Joe that we weren't that kind of girl.

Which was true: we weren't. Although before the night was over... well, we were. Not because Lee took advantage of us, he only tried to protect us. But he was so cute and so unpretentious-- if that's the right word --and such an innocent rock star, that I just had to have him. It was like I had no choice and neither did he. The sex (my first) felt so good that we both fell in love that night and have been together ever since.

Aymie and I were true Chrome Pie fans, but we were really only interested in meeting the big stars, Scott and Charlie, not the drummer and for sure not the latest of many tryout keyboard players. I hadn't ever really noticed who Lee Springer was. But in person, here was this OMG handsome blond boy, not much older than me, heroically protecting us from a sex monster, so we got to talking. It became obvious that he was hot for me, just like most guys get (poor Aymie) and I thought he was nice enough, if only he'd introduce us to Scott and Charlie.

He did and left us there while he went off to do other stuff, so Aymie and I got to talk with our music idols, which was great. But it didn't take long for us to find out that they were twice our age, married and not interested in either of us because we were underage. The age of consent in California is 18, which made us jailbait.

We weren't the only girls who'd been invited backstage, but we were the youngest. Hookups were happening all around, joints were being passed, bottles of whiskey were being tipped, beer chugged, but nobody was flirting with us, not even the roadies. Well, Benny Joe, of course, but he laughs at the law. Still, it was fine that we were excluded from the competition since we weren't those kinds of girls.

But then Aymie had a few drinks and she started making out on a sofa with one of the roadies, Don the sound guy. I found myself alone in the crowd, dreamily listening to someone playing the piano somewhere backstage: some CP songs, some old 50's rock, and classical music. Then something by Mozart, I think, playing awesomely good, so I had to get closer.

That was Lee, of course, sitting by himself backstage and just playing his instrument for the fun of it. I mean, sure, he was the keyboard guy in the band, but he could do so much more than just their songs. I was really impressed, amazed by his musical talent. Then he played a few of his own compositions just for me. And that was it.

Later that night we saw ourselves naked together in a mirror. We both looked so beautiful, so blonde, so perfectly matched, and agreed that we had to be a set forever.

Maybe it sounds like I'm too hung up on looks and beauty. Probably am. I've always been told that I was the most beautiful girl in my family, at high school, in town, pretty much everywhere I went. I even won a couple of local beauty contests, so my looks became a big deal for me.

The guys in CP called me their mascot; I can't sing, can't dance, but I can be beautiful and that sort of became my job. But when we met up with Squatch & Friends, I was all of a sudden not necessarily the most beautiful girl around anymore. Melly was just as blonde as me and maybe even more beautiful? Lee never said so, but I could see him looking at her. I almost got jealous, but then she was so nice and friendly to me.

But the competition didn't end there: Liss is a just as gorgeous, a Latina with those dark looks and that wow ass, maybe sexier than me or Melly put together. Then there's cute little Maki, that perfect Asian-American chick. Hey, aren't Japanese supposed to be flat-chested and really skinny? Even the squatchettes are beautiful, although you'd think they ought to be ugly: Masnia is a lot more exotic than I'll ever be and Magga is like Wonder Woman-- she's got a super-heroine body, anyway. You kind of forget about them being hairy all over, seems normal once you get used to them.

But anyway they're all nice to me and I'm glad to have some female support in an all-guy rock band bus. I need to stop feeling competitive about who's the most beautiful. As long as my Lee Bay-bee thinks it's me, I got what I need.

Oops, this was supposed to be a review of the Atlantic City concert, but I lost track and made it all about me again, as usual. Oh well, I'm young, that's my excuse. Besides, this is supposed to be our personal experiences of this USA Tour we're on, and this one’s mine.

We have a few days before our next concert, Friday in Washington DC. If we can even hold it, that is: we've see on TV some big political demonstrations going on there right now and they seem to be getting bigger day by day. Riots, looting, police violence. Trouble for us?