Hayley's Sticky Show Saver (Self/F,M/F)

[Terrance Howard 33]

Hayley and the rest of the band looked out at the packed crowd that stood in the stadium in front of them. Paramore, who were barely adults, had sold out another concert on the tour to support their smash record “RIOT!”. For most people their age, playing to a crowd this large would be terrifying– especially front and center like Hayley Williams. But Hayley Williams wore the stage like a second skin, and her mix of onstage antics with her soaring pipes has made them a must-see, even past their genre. They launched into their setlist, their earworm pop punk riffs backed by Hayley’s powerful voice completely rocking the venue.


It was all going well until the band had about three songs left on their set list. “Alright!’ Hayley shouts. “Here’s another one from a record you all love.” Hayley says letting the crowds excitement rise. “Taylor, take it away!” Hayley shouts pointing theatrically at their lead guitarist. But Taylor didn’t take it away, as he strummed the opening chords to “That's What You Get” the amps behind him exploded in sparks and his guitar made a sputtering sound that would make any guitar enthusiast cry. There's no way he can keep playing-not at least for a while. As the roadies and guitar techs surround Taylor and the amps to try to fix it as fast as possible Hayley speaks to the audience. “Sorry!’ Hayley begins her voice strong but not as confident. “Technical difficulties give us a moment.” Hayley looks out at the crowd and sees that they're slowly losing confidence that this is just a technical glitch. She needs to do something to keep the crowd now.

Hayley quickly scans the stage looking for any sort of way to distract the crowd,and that's when she sees a thick roll of duct tape left out by one of the roadies. Hayley,her confidence seemingly unshaken–at least to the crowd–strolls over to the duct tape before returning with it to the center of the stage.

“Alright,just cause we have a little technical problem doesn’t mean that we have to stop the fun” Hayley says her voice suddenly filled up with spontaneous confidence. “Now girls,” Hayley says with a playfully seductive and haughty voice. “As a bombshell myself I’m going to teach you girls how to be sexier”. The increasingly disinterested crowd finally settled down to see where this is going. “Any guesses?” Hayley bellows fully confident she has the crowd's attention. She waits for the noise of the crowd to rise before theatrically flinging her arm in the air holding the duct tape and shouts “DUCT TAPE!”

She starts wrapping her ankles tightly with duct tape while explaining her thought process “Now a lot of girls think that sexy are perfect little barbie girls but I know my fans are better. You girls are scrappy-and what's scrappier than duct tape?“The girls in the crowd cheer at being complimented by their idol as Hayley moves on to her calves.”And industrial silver goes with everything whether it be fishnets or tight ripped jeans.” Hayley then moves on to just above the knee “And it frames your legs so well–shows off all the right curves.And fellas aren’t keen to admit this,but the legs can be just as appealing as boobs or butt.” Several boys in the crowd cheered in agreement as Hayley moved on to her thighs. “And for those who think this is constricting–while it is physically–mentally girls it's freeing. You’re saying to the guys I’m not you’re damsel in distress I’m mine own damsel in distress” The crowd of girls cheer wildly as hayley bites off the end of the tape with her mouth and smooths the tape out.
Hayley lets her stage face drop for a moment as she looks back at Taylor and the progress on his guitar. One of the roadies whispers in Taylor’s ears that it's fixed. Taylor was going to give her a thumbs up–but when he looks at her real face, not the stage persona he’s used to,he sees a face pleading for this experience to reach the end she has imagined for it. He gives her a thumbs down and flashes him a genuine smile as she turns back to the crowd.

Hayley smirks and slowly unlaces,then slips off her Converse one at a time. She tosses the two shoes aside and slowly and sensually peels off her long sweaty socks off her feet. Hayley then holds the sweaty socks aloft to the crowd and takes a huge whiff of them. The crowd draws back in disgust, the socks even smelling horrible to Hayley herself. “Whoof probably should've washed these. Oh well the sweatier the better!” Hayley yells the last fully coherent thing she will say that night as she crams the two long sweaty sock in her mouth. She then grabs the roll and frantically in a self induced fun fill craze placing about twenty pieces of tape over her mouth and lower face completely sealing the foul socks in. “MMph Mmph” Hayley yells into the microphone leading to uproarious applause.

Hayley then hops over to their Bassist Jermey. “Jmph behimph bmph anmphd aromph da titsmpmphs” Hayley comically mumbles through her gag to Jermey while gesturing with the roll of tape and tucking her hands behind her back. Jermey acts confused but obliges taping her just like she asked. “Did I do it right?” Jermey asks. Hayley nods and does an affirmative whimper. Jermey then pats her on her red haired head as Taylor’s guitar suddenly roars back to life. Hayley hops back to the mic. Even with being bound gagged and barefoot Hayley’s energy was still incredible bouncing around in her completely helpless state.

As the final song's chords rang out she tries to scream “Good night!” but it came out as “PHhnnh Mnn! nnn gnnn Nnghph!”. Suddenly Jeremy Swings the small bombshell over his shoulder flashing her blue panties to the entire crowd and smacks her butt playfully but still enough to make her let out an involuntary squeak giving the crowd one last laugh as Jermey carries the bound pop punk princess off the stage.

[Ducttapelover93]

Great story! Really enjoyed it. Would love to see a continuation where it becomes part of their shows going forward.

[Ovi1]

Very nice!