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Everyone that's exposed to the virus can't conceive via IVF. Believe me, we've tried that already."
"Let me start by saying Rachel, no need to be so formal with me, just call me Darren. All I need right now is some Ibuprofen, a shower and something to eat."
"Follow me. There is something I need from you though, a sperm sample. We have to know if your swimmers are viable."
"Of course, just get me a container."
A sly grin spread across Rachel's face. A flicker of mischief flashed across her eyes. "Do you need any ‘help' with producing a sample? I'd be happy to provide some ‘encouragement' if you get my drift."
"Does that mean what I think it does? I thought that thing about nurses getting it on with patients was an urban legend."
"Truth is, I'm a fan of your music, but I am required to get a sperm sample from you. Nobody said specifically how, that's up to me."
"In that case, where can take a shower and brush my teeth?"
"Follow me."
Rachel led him down the corridor to a nondescript doorway. Inside, a supply cabinet, a small lab bench, a toilet and shower lined the wall. She handed him some shampoo, a toothbrush, toothpaste and body wash. He assembled all of these on the ledge in the shower and drew the curtain. He scrubbed himself thoroughly, brushed his teeth and gave his hair a liberal dose of shampoo. When he opened the curtain again, he saw Rachel wearing nothing but a towel. She slipped it off to reveal that she wore nothing but a skimpy white G-string. "You weren't kidding when you said ‘inspiration' were you? I thought you looked beautiful in your scrubs let alone nearly naked. Wow."
"You like?"
"You bet I do. Is it that you're turned on by me, or it's just me turned on by you?"
"The feeling is mutual. Now how am I going to get that sperm sample........"
"Would I be asking too much if I-"
"I thought you'd never ask."
Rachel rolled a condom onto Darren's tool, which by now was as hard as a diamond. "So how do you want me?" She asked, bending over in front of him and pulling down her G-string. She flung it over with the rest of her clothes, locking the door. Darren stood in front of her, kissing her with a touch as soft as a rose petal. He moved down her neck, before moving on to her nipples, his tongue massaging them in a gentle circular motion. As he did so, his hand slid down to her pussy. He began with a slow vertical stroke on her outer lips as if it were his tongue. Her hips bucked with pleasure as first his middle finger, then his index finger slid into her. His fingers hooked back, stroking her G-spot. "7 years is too long," she panted, "how do you want me?"
"just sit on the bench and enjoy the ride," said Darren with a smile. She sat on the spotless white bench and he slid into her, slowly at first until his whole length went in. He pulled back in a slow stroke, before teasing her with a slow forward stroke. "I can't stand it!" she exclaimed, "ride me hard!"
"Happy to oblige." He said with a smile and pumped hard. He raised his tempo until he could feel himself about to climax. Rachel had wrapped her legs around him and grabbed his arse, willing him to pump harder. He finished with a grunt and a long breath out. "I forgot how much I missed that," she said, "now let's find out if you're firing live rounds."
Rachel removed the condom, wiped down his tool and put a sample on a slide under the microscope. "Nope, no problem there," she said, "You're now a certified stud bull." She laughed and Darren laughed with her. "Do you want me to help wash you?" he suggested.
"You just want an excuse to feel me up, don't you?"
"Well that's a fringe benefit, but this is my way of saying thanks for letting me have my way with you."
"To have your way with me again? Of course!" She kissed him again and turned on the shower. Darren squirted a decent amount of shower gel onto his palms. He massaged her shoulders, ran his hands down her spine and rubbed her sides down, blanketing her body with suds. He then soaped down her legs from toe to hip before soaping her buttocks, giving them a playful squeeze. "What, no playing with my boobs?" She teased.
"I was just making sure you were clean, but if you insist on me cleaning your boobs" He soaped up her boobs as if her were trying to add a foam bikini. Rachel smiled and laughed. "It's been quite a while since I've been felt up, but no, I don't mind at all. Carry on."
After still more soap, they both rinsed each other off and towelled each other dry. Darren kissed her on the cheek. "That was a great wakeup. Can I trouble you with getting me some food?"
"Of course, what would you like?"
"A roast beef and salad roll would be nice."
"I'll be back with it shortly."
Rachel walked to the hospital kitchen. Darcy, the duty chef asked, "this is outside of regular schedule, what's the occasion?"
"Our rock star has woken up and he feels hungry."
"Excellent! Do I get to meet him?"
"Sure, wanna deliver his roll?"
"My pleasure, give me a minute to whip this up."
Darcy's hands were a blur as she assembled a roast beef roll faster than you could say "I'm hungry." She placed it in a Tupperware container and followed Rachel up to Darren's room. "Hope you don't mind, but Darcy wanted to meet you. She's one of the chefs that prepares hospital catering."
"Thanks for my lunch Darcy," he said, "I'm Darren Reid, former lead singer of Velociraptor."
"I'm Darcy Klein. I have heard of your band, and it's a real pleasure to meet you in person. Has Rachel filled you in on what's happened while you've been in the fridge?"
"I have the gist of it, but I'm still processing that I'm now that rare as a male. I'm wondering, how is it all the staff I've seen are so attractive? It's as if looks somehow factored into recruitment around here, you look stunning too."
Darcy blushed. "Nobody's said that about me before."
To be fair, Darcy WAS stunning. Ash grey eyes, a tall slim figure, long black hair tied up in a tight bun and a tanned complexion suggested someone that could have done modelling, but food was her passion. She handed him his lunch. "Thanks Darcy, much appreciated." He took a healthy bite, chewing slowly to savour it. "this is something worth waking up for," he said, "I was expecting it to fill the spot, but this is the best I've had in a long time."
"I think we'll end up nicknaming you Silver Tongue," joked Rachel, "I know you're good with writing lyrics, but you REALLY know how to charm with words."
"Credit where credit is due," said Darren modestly, "although it's natural of me to be nice to people that are nice to me."
Rachel led him back to his room. "I've brought your clothes in, I'm going to take you to your new home."
"New home?"
"All the males we've brought out of cryo stasis, we're housing them in the one apartment complex. It just makes it easier to look after you all while we transition you to what is now a very different world. The other members of Team R.O.C.K. will be waiting for us there."
On the drive to the apartment complex, he noticed the odd car in traffic where the occupants stared at him. "How many guys have you thawed out so far?"
"Three, including you. The others have adjusted well because we have been careful to both guide them and assist wherever necessary."
"About that. If I asked any of you to have sex with me, you'd just do it, no questions asked?"
"We all volunteered for these assignments. You'll find we were chosen to meet your specific needs."
"How?"
"For a start, all four of us are musicians. I play sax, Ophelia plays drums, Casey lead guitar and Katie bass. It occurred to the four of us that you might want to still be doing something musically. I am responsible for your physical health and Ophelia your mental health, but Casey and Katie have their own skills to complement us. We've all been into music for a long time, but only if you want to."
"I'm stunned. I would have never expected you four to have musical talent."
"When you went into cryo stasis, a detailed plan was initiated. The four of us were chosen carefully. You'll discover this first hand when you meet the rest of the team."
Rachel drove to an 8 storey apartment in West Perth. Unremarkable from the outside, but she led him to the 5th floor. She strode down the corridor to the 2nd door, unlocking it and beckoning him inside. "We figured that you might want to jam, so the entire apartment is soundproofed. Double glazing on the windows, and like a studio in every room. We even set up instruments to be ready if need be."
"You're right, you have thought of everything. I can't wait to meet my team."
Three women filed out of the bedroom. A tall auburn haired woman with piercing green eyes offered her hand. "I'm Ophelia Douglas. I'm serving as your psychologist, and drummer if needed."
"Pleased to meet you. Who's your favourite drummer?"
"Dave Grohl. His style and enthusiasm is hard to beat, pardon the pun."
A brunette with a short bob of jet black hair, sky blue eyes and the physique of a pixie held out her hand. "Casey Wilkins, your physical therapist and sometime lead guitarist."
"Who's your favourite guitarist?"
"Brian May. He has a lot of range, and can play a six string like a violin when called for."
"I can't argue with that."
A platinum blonde with a pale complexion, sexy curves and green eyes shook hands with him. "Katie D'Souza. I'm your personal assistant and bass player. I can serve in an office type assistant role, or just in general organisation. Anything you need at the moment?"
"Come to think of it, has everyone eaten? I've got the munchies myself. Is everyone ok with pizza, or do you want something different?" Everyone agreed with pizza, and Katie called a pizzeria.
Half an hour later, a delivery driver appeared with four pizzas. Katie paid them and they left. "I can smell that you know your pizza joints," noted Darren, "friends of yours?"
"No, but I know their work, they do great pizza in general. It is after all my job to be savvy to your needs."
"Let's eat and we'll move on to the next order of business."
"Which is?"
"Ladies, if you don't want to have sex with me, I'll understand. However if you do, I'm happy to oblige." Behind his back, Rachel smiled and gave the girls two thumbs up. They all laughed, prompting him to turn around. "What are you up to?"
"I was just hinting that you're good in the sack."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, I do aim to please."
"That you do," said Rachel smirking, "Katie and I have to detail how the process has gone for the other guys. While we all are here to support you, the standard process so far is to go on the local current affairs programme, ‘State Scene' to introduce yourself. While your fans might know who you are, this is more personal. They want to know what to expect if they choose to meet you. How the ‘impregnation' will go."
"I understand, and that is a good idea. I have some ideas of my own, but I want to run through them with you, see if we can come up with anything better."
"What's your ideas?"
"First of all, I do want to keep doing music if I can, and for that I will need your help. One of my ideas is to do gigs, and women are invited to enter a ‘raffle,' the prize would be to sleep with me. Does that sound conceited?"
"Not at all," said Katie, I was going to suggest it, as well as ‘formal' appointments. In other words, women join a waiting list for that. I was also going to say that you get to choose the candidates based on a questionnaire file."
"You mean like some kind of dating profile?"
"You could say that. It'll give you some background on each, and it gives you a chance to weigh up who you want to sleep with."
"I'll be the first to admit that I have indulged in the odd groupie in the past, but this is just surreal for me."
"In the meantime, follow us up to the observation deck." Said Katie, "we have a surprise for you up there."
"Observation deck?"
"On the top floor of this block of apartments is a heated pool. It's restricted to residents, but tonight, we have it all to ourselves."
"But I don't have any board shorts."
"So? Just wear your jocks, there's going to be nobody up there but us."
Darren followed Team R.O.C.K to the observation deck. Rachel showed him a change room in one corner of the large enclosed courtyard. The five of them entered and proceeded to strip off their outer layers. Darren wore leopard print jocks. Rachel wore a somewhat conservative white one piece swimsuit. Ophelia wore a simple green crop top and matching bike shorts. Casey wore a "practical" black bikini; a red top that resembled a sports bra and bottoms with similar coverage to every day panties. Katie however had ditched any notions of conservatism. Her skimpy yellow bikini top barely covered her nipples. Her bottoms were a G-string that was only just enough to not get arrested for wearing in public. "Jump in!" Suggested Rachel, "we'll follow."
He did as he was told, diving in from the springboard. He'd been in the water for all of 10 seconds when he found himself surrounded by his team. Rachel dived below and yanked down his jocks. She surfaced, waving them around. "You won't need these for a while," she said, a cheeky grin spreading across her face. "I've already had first go, any thoughts on who you'd like to do next?"
"OK girls, is there anything off limits for you? I mean anything you don't want to do sexually?"
"Not at all," replied Ophelia, "if what Rachel has told us about you is true, just do what you enjoy, we're all excited and horny here."
"I'll keep that in mind. Girls, strip her."
Casey and Katie stood either side of Ophelia. Katie unzipped Ophelia's top and whipped it off her as Casey dived and pulled down her shorts. Darren held her in a gentle embrace and kissed her, lost in the moment. He could feel himself hardening in seconds. Ophelia rubbed herself against his tool, both enjoying each other's warmth. Darren put his hands on her arse, lifting her a little in the water she slid down onto his schlong, a muted sigh escaping her lips. It began with her bucking her hips, but soon progressed to Darren lifting her up and down. Katie stood behind him, fondling his balls in gentle strokes as his tempo increased. Before long, both of them could feel a climax building. Darren accelerated for the "home stretch" before letting go in a loud moan. Ophelia let out a primal sound as she climaxed, part howl, part scream in ecstacy. She let go of Darren's neck, falling backwards in the water. She floated on her back for a moment, a broad grin on her face. "I forgot just how good sex felt," she said in a soft whisper, "if this is an ongoing perk of the job, I'm staying!"
The five of them headed for the pool stairs. Before Casey had even ascended three steps, Katie yanked down her bikini bottoms. Katie whipped off her top faster than Casey could blink. Darren made her crouch down on all fours, burying his face in her folds. She felt her knees buckle in the pleasure. She moaned, an almost primal sound. While it did take a little time, Casey's climax came with her shuddering, he back arching involuntarily. Darren got up to his knees, giving her arse a playful slap. He then entered her with a slow move that seemed to take forever in Casey's mind. With a gentle tempo, he began. Casey began to moan again, which spurred Darren on. He sped up, pumping hard. He ran his hands down her spine, spreading out over her ribs. His climax jolted him like a lightning bolt. Casey slumped forward, spent.
As Casey had been in the throes of passion, Katie dropped all pretence of modesty. She'd shed her skimpy bikini and gathered everyone else's swimsuits, taking them into the locker room. Darren led the girls to the showers, to clean himself and scrub down the girls if asked.
With the stealth of a lioness on the Savannah, Katie crept up on Rachel. She grabbed the shoulder straps of her swimsuit and yanked them down. For a moment she blushed and said "what gives?"
"The rest of us are naked, you should be too."
"Why? I've already had a ride of Darren."
"Call it team bonding."
Once in the locker room, Darren turned on the showers. For a moment he stood under the warm water, letting it massage his back. "Nope, you're not getting a rest yet," quipped Katie, "I haven't had a ride yet."
"How do you want it? Asked Darren.
Katie lay on the floor as if to answer his question. Rachel held her wrists, Ophelia and Casey held her ankles. Darren kissed her. A slow sensual kiss at first that escalated into tongues intertwining. He then kissed his way down her neck, before teasing her by licking around her nipples, but not over them. After a minute of this "torture," she began to buck and write against Rachel, Ophelia and Casey. He continued, licking her nipples in slow strokes. He then moved on down her torso, winding his way down at a speed only just above that of a snail. "Please," she begged, "I need it badly!"
Darren's tongue parted her folds. She gave a loud groan of pleasure as he gained pace. He soon had her begging him, "please, fuck me!" He obliged, sliding into her as she shuddered. Soon he was up to a frenzied pace, pumping her hard. Katie almost screamed in pleasure as he pumped her, his thrusts seeming to push her into the tiled floor of the showers. After what seemed like an eternity, Darren reached his limit, climaxing with a force that surprised even him. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he looked down at Katie. "I wanna do that again!" she said in a kid-like voice.
"I'll need some time to recover from that one," he said, panting, "let's clean up and go back to the apartment."
The five of them showered, towelled off and dressed. After offering the girls a drink he said that he was going to turn in for the night. "The four of you are welcome to stay the night if you want to, you'll just have to figure out who's sleeping where among you. I think there's room for at least two of you in the king sized bed, the queen sized bed is enough room for two more of you."
"I'm pulling rank," said Rachel, "and sharing your bed if that's OK with you. Ophelia can join us."
Darren had arranged for his slot on State Scene a week later. Between first meeting his team and his "formal introduction" to the women of Western Australia, he'd rehearsed covers of various songs, so the five of them could perform at their appearance. He chose songs that allowed each of them to showcase their instrumental talent. Icehouse's "Don't Believe Anymore" because of its sax solo. Gary Moore's version of "Friday on My Mind" because of its 80s style guitar solo. Guns N' Roses "You Could Be Mine" for the drumming in that one. Johnny Diesel's "Love Junk" for its heavy bass. It took them a while to come up with a name for their new band, but a flash of inspiration from Rachel produced it- Rock Revival.
When the five of them drove to the Channel 7 studio, they were already in their stage outfits. Darren in his leopard print Zoot suit (1950s-style casual suit) Rachel in black leather pants, black leather jacket and boots to match, with a low cut white T-shirt. Ophelia in a blue denim peaked cap, matching jacket and skirt, with calf length white leather boots. Casey wore a red pleated Tartan skirt, a simple white button up collared blouse, with a red and green striped tie and black school shoes on her feet. Katie wore a low cut gold sequined mini dress with matching gold thigh high boots. The hosts, Michaela and Ellie greeted them. "The one and only Darren Reid," Said Ellie with a smile, Not only are we having an interview with a survivor, but a musician I've always loved. Welcome back Darren." They offered their hands and Darren shook them..
"Always a pleasure to meet people that like my music. Speaking of which, Team R.O.C.K. are now members of a new group we've formed, Rock Revival. If it's not too much trouble, can we set up our instruments in the studio?"
"Not at all. Bugger some of the other stories, I'm sure we can get the news director to push them back for this."
"Thank you. We've been working on rehearsals for a week, and it's been a great experience for the five of us. We want to share that with the audience."
With Darren flanked by Team G.O.L.D, Ellie began her intro. "Tonight we have another survivor of the Black Widow virus. Some of you would know Darren Reid better as the lead vocalist of the band Velociraptor, but his support team have formed a new band, Rock Revival. We'll get to hear some of their music a little later."
"Let's start by asking," began Michaela, "how do you feel since coming out of cryo stasis?"
"I'm still grieving about all the people I lost, but keeping busy is my coping mechanism. Making music is one of my more productive ways of healing."
"So how much have your team told you?"
"That I'm now considered to be a "stud bull" of sorts in the general population, due to blokes being so rare now. That without every male doing his part, we might be in a lot of trouble in the future."
"What are your plans for the future as far as the breeding programme goes?" Asked Ellie.
"I'm open to suggestions, but my plan is this so far: there will be an ‘application' process; you join a waiting list of sorts. I only ask that you pass your health checks before your ‘appointment.' However I have a second process. I'm not giving up music, and I will still be doing gigs. Any woman that buys a ticket to one of my gigs goes into a ‘raffle' for a door prize: the chance to skip the queue."
"Do you have any preferences in women?"
"I'm keeping an open mind. Granted most of you have heard stories about musicians and groupies, but I'm not expecting any of you to be bikini models, just enthusiastic and horny is fine by me." The studio audience laughed at that remark. "I'm serious ladies, if you ARE a bikini model, great. If you're not, it doesn't matter to me. If you've got any suggestions about what you want to do with your ‘night' or ‘day' with me, detail it beforehand and I'll do my best to oblige you." This brought a few cheers from the audience. "I mean it ladies. I know for some of you it's about conceiving, but that doesn't mean it can't be a fun experience."
"Thank you Darren," said Michaela. "Now Rock Revival will get up on the main stage to play some tunes for us."
Darren stepped up to the mike. "OK everyone, the first tune is Icehouse's ‘Don't Believe Anymore.' Each song in the set lets Team R.O.C.K. show off their specific instrument. In this case, it's Rachel, our team medic." Rachel bowed and commenced the soulful sax that began the song. As she played, a tear ran down her cheek. As Darren stood forward of her, he hadn't noticed at first. She plated note-perfect, her heart poured into it. As the end sax solo trailed off, the audience were on their feet, a raucous standing ovation.
"The next one is Guns N' Roses ‘You Could Be Mine.' Our team's psychologist and sometime drummer Ophelia's time to shine." Darren wasted no time nodding to her as she began the drum solo intro. Unlike the previous ballad, this was full on rock n' roll. Rachel watched on as the rest of the team launched into it. The studio audience were on their feet, rocking on with them. Right up to the last line of the song, the audience were on their feet. The second it ended, they broke into applause.
"This next one is Gary Moore's version of The Easybeats' "Friday on my Mind. Chosen so our team's physical therapist Casey and show her talent on a guitar." Casey began with the intro, a drawn out note that sounded like a Japanese road bike accelerating through the gears. Rachel's second string instrument, the keyboard joined in not long after the opening riff. It was pure 80s guitar rock, as Darren launched into the lyrics. Darren put some emphasis on the lyrics of the chorus:
"Gonna have fun in the city"
"Be with my girl she's so pretty"
"She looks fine tonight"
"She is out of sight to me!"
Casey let loose on the guitar solo near the end of the song; classic 80s power guitar. At the end of the song, she took a deep bow, to the thunder of applause.
"Finally, we have one for Katie, my personal assistant and bass player. Johnny Diesel's ‘Love Junk' is bass driven, to let her showcase what she can do." Yet again, Darren powered his way through the song, with the crowd rocking on with them. At the end of the song, not only were the crowd applauding, but whistling and cheering.
"Wait folks, the show isn't quite over. While we were playing, I had Michaela draw a number. Hands up who has file number 55102?" A chubby blonde jumped up and down on the spot, letting out a girlish squeal. "That's me!"
"Come on down." Darren watched as a young woman of about 25 ran down to the stage. He kissed her hand and said, "So what's your name?"
"Libby Archer."
"Pleased to meet you Libby. Can you tell me a little about yourself?"
"I'm 24, I loved Velociraptor when I was in my teens. It was always part of my plans to have kids one day before the Black Widow virus threw a spanner in the works. I would have been happy to just meet you, but getting you to impregnate me? I feel like I've won the lottery!"
"So would you like to come back to my place, or do you need time to set it up?
"No, I'd be happy to do this tonight, if it's OK with you."
"No problem at all. We can drive you there if you want, or follow us to the apartment."
"I took the train to get here, so yes, I'd like to go with you." Darren kissed her on the cheek and she blushed.
As the 6 of them walked to the car park, Darren noticed the smeared mascara around Rachel's left eye. "Are you OK Rachel?" He asked. "I'm OK," she said, her voice wavering slightly, "it's just that tonight, playing the sax on stage brought up memories of the man that taught me to play. My cousin Jack could play almost any instrument you put in front of him. He said he could ‘sense' that a saxophone and me were meant to be together. Jamming with him was the musical version of Latin Salsa dancing. He was right, it felt so natural to play, and with his guidance, it didn't take me long to get good at it. I'm only emotional because I wish he were here to see me tonight. He would have been in his element in the crowd, and probably pestering me to join us on stage."
"I would have loved to meet him. A musical Jack of all trades, excuse the pun is very rare."
The limo pulled up to the studio reception. Team R.O.C.K and Libby piled in. Libby sat beside Dean, a huge grin on her face.
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