Celebs Meet CSSA #25 – Michelle Rodriguez

Somewhere sitting in a dark cave is Karl Rove, secret ruler of the western world. He’s got his finger on the button waiting to make bad things happen to you if you continue to read this and are under 18. Don’t give him the satisfaction, wait until you are 18 before you read this, trust me it’s worth the wait.

First off I’d like to thank Voodoo Joe for his help in making this story a bit better, even though he’s not a fan of Michelle Rodriguez, his help was appreciated. And just in case you were wondering the songs performed by the band in here are “Thoughtless” by Korn and “Punch The Walls” by E Town Concrete.

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CELEBS MEET CSSA #24

Michelle Rodriguez

“I still think you’re full of shit…..” Sheridan said as my band mates reacted to the news I had just broken to them. “…..No way did you fuck Michelle Rodriguez”

“Jealous? You know she was at the show” I replied as Jason and Eric just sat back and laughed. Sheridan and I usually go at it like this, we always have, ever since we were little kids.

Maybe I should tell you a little bit about myself before I recount the tale of myself and Michelle Rodriguez. My name is Branden Willson, I’m lead singer for the band Human Outrage. Melissa Sheridan is out drummer, Eric and Jason Draco are my brothers. Jason is on rhythm guitar and Eric is on bass. The Draco family adopted me into the family after my mom died and my dad went on the run from the law, then the Dracos hit the jackpot and became a wealthy and prominent family in the Sacramento area.

But back to the story at hand. “I say prove it hot shot, you’re such a Don Juan with the ladies, let’s see some proof.” Jason said is his deep bellowing voice, he shook the hair away from his 7’7″ frame. I pulled out a pair of panties from my pocket, ‘Brandon, thanks for the good time, Michelle’ they had written on them. as well as her phone number.

“Damn, you’ve got to tell us what happened” Sheridan said, a twinge of jealousy evident in her voice.

“You’re just jealous because I didn’t let you in on it.” I said as the rest of us had a laugh at Sheridan’s expense. She’s a known bisexual. “Anyway, It all began at the concert last week at Harlow’s Nightclub….”

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ONE WEEK EARLIER

“Damn what a crowd” Sheridan said as she peeked out from behind the curtain.

“See anything you like?” I asked as I peeked over her shoulder.

“Yeah that one in the front row in the crop top” Sheridan said.

“You just can’t get enough of women can you?” I asked.

“Nope” Sheridan replied. I left Sheridan and went over to my ’57 Fender Stratocaster.

“You ready?” Jason asked as his 7’7″ frame towered over me.

“As I’ll ever be, it’s my first show since Sheridan’s pregnancy scare….” I said “…how’s she doing?”

“Well her libido is back to normal.” Jason said laughing.

“Let’s do this” I said as we took our positions as the lights dimmed.

The curtain dropped and the crowd erupted as we played the opening chords of our song “Here To Stay”

“This time I’m taking it away, I’ve got a problem,With me getting in the way, my violent side

So I take my face and bash it into a mirror,I won’t have to see the pain, Bleed, Bleed.” I sang as the crowd cheered, but I noticed someone in the crowd who caught my eye.

“This pain is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating

Anticipating all the fucked up feelings again”

I kept staring at this woman, thinking all the while I’d seen her before.

“my hurt inside is fading

This shit’s gone way too far

All this time I’ve been waiting

Oh I cannot greave anymore

For once inside I’m waking

I’m done, I’m not a whore

You’ve taken everything and

And oh I cannot give anymore”

‘It can’t be’ I think to myself ‘why is she here of all places?’

“My mind’s done with this

Ok, I’ve got a question

Can I throw it all away?

Take back what’s mine

So I take my time

Driving a blade down the line

Each cut, closer to the vein

Bleed, Bleed”

As this particular woman approached the stage, I immediately recognized the familiar snarl that only came from Michelle Rodriguez.

“This pain is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating

Anticipating all the fucked up feelings again

my hurt inside is fading

This shit’s gone way too far

All this time I’ve been waiting

Oh, I cannot greave anymore

For once inside I’m waking

I’m done, I’m not a whore

You’ve taken everything and

And oh I cannot give anymore”

Oh shit she looks pissed,but why is she here?

“I’m here to stay

….bring it down…

I’m here to stay

….bring it down…

I’m here to stay

….bring it down…

I’m here to stay

Bring it down!

Bring it down!

Bring it down!

Gonna bring it down

Gonna break it down

Gonna break it down

Gonna break it down

Gonna break it down

Gonna break it down

Gonna break it

This pain is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating

Anticipating all the fucked up feelings again”

I look over to Jason to see if he’s seen this fan, but he’s too into his playing and it’s something to see for a 7’7″ guy to be whaling away on a guitar.

So I look over to Eric, but he’s playing away, looking at his guitar, not at the crowd. So I look back to the fan, and she’s still there and still looking angry.

“my hurt inside is fading

This shit’s gone way too far

All this time I’ve been waiting

Oh, I cannot greave anymore

For once inside I’m waking

I’m done, I’m not a whore

You’ve taken everything and

And oh I cannot give anymore

Give anymore

Give anymore

Give anymore

Give anymore”

As soon as the song ended, I walked over to Eric and whispered into his ear. “I think Michelle Rodriguez is here”

“Where” He asked.

“Fourth row, black top and leather pants” I said

“You mean the girl who looks super pissed and has been giving you the evil eye since we got out here?” Eric asked.

“Yeah her” I replied.

“Maybe she’s just looking for a grudge fuck” Eric said laughing.

I walked over to the mic “Hello Sacramento” I yelled into the mic as the crowd cheered. “Well we’re gonna be corporate whores tonight, this concert was put on by Duff Beer. I don’t drink beer being Straight Edge and all, but if you want to get drunk, Duff Beer is the one you should try…….now having said that I will now hang myself.” I said as the crowd laughed…all except Michelle.

“Ok, on with the show, guys what’s next?” I said.

“Punch The Walls” Jason said as I turned back to the crowd

“Ok, this song is off our upcoming Indy album, Skull Mesa, it’s called Punch The Walls.” I said as the opening riffs began.

“It’s like the world is spinning, trying to keep up.

Shit, I’m trying to catch up.

And I’m too numb to cry…Or I just forgot how

Why can’t you see that I’m crying out now?

Why can’t you see that I’m crying out now.

Crying out now.”

Michelle had not moved since the last song ended, which kinda freaked me out.

“I punch the walls until my fists bleed but my life is not, is not changing.

Please hear the pain in these, in these words

Please hear the anger in me”

I finally got tired of staring at Michelle when she was obviously pissed about something, so I decided to do the rest of the song and not pay attention to her.

“It’s like my heart is racing, trying to keep up.

Shit, I’m trying to catch up.

These walls you can patch up and and and hide my frustration

But my my demons, you can’t take them.

Why can’t you take them from me?

Wish that you’d open your eyes and see that I…

I punch the walls until my fists bleed but my life is not, is not changing.

Please hear the pain in these, in these words

Please hear the anger in me

In me

In me”

Ok honestly, I have a thing for Michelle so I couldn’t not look at her for long, her stone cold look had softened a bit, but not much.

“Why can’t you see that I’m crying out now

Why can’t you see that I’m crying out now

Why can’t you see that I’m crying out now

Why can’t you see that I’m crying out now

Why can’t you see that I’m crying out now

Crying out now

I punch the walls until my fists bleed but my life is not, is not changing

Please hear the pain in these, in these words

Please hear the anger in me

In me, in me, in me”

I looked at Michelle….again and she slowly started to get into the music as she started dancing with the crowd.

“Why can’t you see that I’m crying out now

Why can’t you see that I’m crying out now

Why can’t you see that I’m crying out now

Why can’t you see that I’m crying out”

We finished the song and soaked up the cheers of the crowd as Michelle finally cracked a smile.

The rest of the show went off without a hitch, we played for another 45 minutes as I kept watch on Michelle and by the end of the show she was into it right along with he rest of the crowd.

As I finished my solo in the last song I watched Eric and Jason as by now they’ve seen Michelle and have been enjoying the show. “Thank you Sacramento” I yelled as the crowd cheered again and we got off stage.

As soon as I got backstage I stopped one of the security guards. “Dave, you know who Michelle Rodriguez is right?” I asked.

“Yeah, the hot chick from GirlFight” He replied.

“She’s out there, give her this.” I said as I handed him a backstage pass and made toward the showers.

It took me about 15 minutes to wash the stink off from the neon lights on stage, but I eventually got out of the shower. The one thought going through my mind as I got dressed in a Lacuna Coil T-shirt, and cut offs is ‘Why the hell is Michelle Rodriguez here’?

I left the shower to find Michelle Rodriguez standing in my dressing room. “Hey–” was all I got out before she punched me in the jaw.I hit the floor grabbing my jaw. “What the fuck?” I yelled.

“Did you really think us celebrities wouldn’t find out?” Michelle said. “What are you talking about?” I asked as she kicked me in the chest.

“CSSA.com asshole.” Michelle said as she kicked me again.

“I never did a story about you.” I said as I tried to get up, but Michelle grabbed me by my long hair and kneed me in the chest. “Ohhhhhhh Fuck” I said.

“Does it sound like I care?” Michelle said as she headed for the door.

“Hey I paid for an hour” I said as Michelle stopped.

I eventually made it to the couch grabbing my chest, damn she hits hard. “How did you find me anyway?” I asked noting that Michelle was still in the room.

“The CSSA message boards, you mentioned you lived in Sacramento and had a concert.” Michelle said.

“Big mistake, letting people know where i lived. I might get my ass kicked by a hot celebrity.” I said sarcastically, and for the first time that night Michelle smiled.

“Well the beating I suffered not withstanding…” “I’m sorry about that.” Michelle said. “…it’s cool. You’re not the first female to do that to me. Anyway, did you enjoy the show?” I asked. “Yeah, you guys have got something.” Michelle said.

“So what is it with CSSA anyway? Why me. I’ve only written like one good story on there?” I asked

“You were closest to where I was. I was just up in Tahoe relaxing and I stumbled across your site by accident, by the way, why are there no stories on me on there?” Michelle asked.

“There was, but the server crashed and they haven’t been put back up yet.” I said as I grabbed a soda from the table.

“Well then…” Michelle said getting up “…let’s get some more on there.”

“Whoa, hold up. You just beat the shit out of me and now you want to fuck me?” I asked stunned.

“Well….yeah” Michelle said.

“Shit, you don’t have to ask me twice.” I said as I forcefully kissed her and moved back over to the couch.

I broke the kiss long enough for her to take off her tank top. I removed her bra with one hand and quickly moved to her decent sized breasts. As I sucked on her tits, my hand moved into her leather pants. “Mmmm, I think someone came here to get fucked.” I said as I undid her pants and slid them off to see she wasn’t wearing panties and her bush was shaven into a landing strip.

“Actually I am wearing them, but I did come here to get fucked.” Michelle said, the lust very evident in her voice. Wit that I got up and dropped my cut offs, I’ve got a decent 6 inches, I haven’t had any complaints since I sobered up, but that’s another story. I rubbed and squeezed her muscled bottom, firm and smooth then went back to her breasts, she began to moan as I nibbled on them.”I wanna tap dat ass.”

“Okay… but next time it’s my choice,” Michelle

“If there is a next time.” I replied.

“Oh trust me, there will be” she said. Michelle turned away from me and showed that gorgeous ass and she finished removing her leather pants. She hesitated briefly, took a deep breath, and, her voice heavy with lust, she purred a sultry “slam me in the ass baby.”

I kissed her cheek, before she turned away and buried her face on the couch. My hand snaked under her body, cupping a breast eagerly, squeezing softly, nails raking her nipple. My other hand guided my cock to her tight hole, the head smearing precum over the puckered entry. I lowered his hand into her pussy, and her body spasmed softly as his fingers found her eager honey. I then he leaned over to kiss her lower back, her shoulders, her neck, until his lips found her ear, tongue and teeth teasing that perfect lobe, her nipple getting a playful tweak, before he tensed his body and pushed hard into her ass.

I groaned, and she panted, her hole relaxing and her back arching, pushing back against me. A few moments of pushing, and I was in. I shuddered at the heat surrounding me, and slowly withdrew, then shoved back in.

“Harder, baby,” she moaned, flexing her ass muscles around me. I shuddered, fighting the orgasm, and my fingers were a little rougher on mauling her tit. She moaned louder.

“Do my ass harder, baby,” she grunted. I nibbled on her ear, and now both hands were hard on her breasts, squeezing tightly, lightly digging nails in. Michelle shoved her head down into the couch hard, and I almost eased the pressure until I felt the wetness on his thighs. She’d cum. I licked her neck, her body shaking slightly, and began to pump harder. Then I began to really fuck her.

The harder I fucked, the more she enjoyed it. She was shaking beneath me, her “yes yes yes” barely muffled by the face full of leather, her back twitching as she grinded her ass into my thrusting groin. I raked my nails across her breasts, hands roaming down her flat, hard stomach until they grasped her hips. Then I pushed in harder.

I was dully aware that she’d cum again when we collapsed on the couch, my body coming down from the natural high I was on. I came violently into her ass, I could almost feel each individual sperm rocketing from my balls, down the shaft, and sputtering into her. I could almost feel the splash of semen colliding with her bowels. I was filling her, and oh god she was cumming again. The couch was soaked, I could feel it, could hear the juices dripping on the floor.

“That was amazing,” she murmured softly, her hands reaching behind her to play with my hair and to rub my arm. I lifted my hands back to her tits, softly caressing them, my cock still shoved to the base inside her.

“You like it rough, huh? Nice,” I laughed, licking her sweaty neck. Michelle shivered as I stroked the back of her ear with my tongue.

“Very nice…” she whispered, her breathing slowly returning to normal. I was still panting like he’d just finished a race, my fatigue from the show returning, not that Michelle seemed to mind that hot, quick breath against her skin. Michelle lowered one hand to mine, and made me squeeze her tit harder. She smiled lazily, and I leaned over to kiss the side of her mouth.

“So, what’s for next time?” I asked, and she leaned her head back to kiss me full on the mouth.

“A surprise my dear…” Michelle replied, then tightened her ass around his dick. He groaned, and gave her nipples a quick tug. Her eyes fluttered behind her closed lids. “…but I gotta go, mind if I use the shower.”

“It’s what it’s there for” I said as I pulled out of her and we both got dressed. Michelle tossed me her pink thong.

“What’s this for?” I asked.

“Souvenir…” Michelle said as she grabbed a sharpie “…and here’s my number next time you’re either in NYC or Los Angeles, give me a call and maybe we can do this again.” I smiled and put them in my biker jacket as Michelle disappeared into the back room for her shower.

“Damn, what a night” I said.

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“No fucking way” Sheridan replied.

“Liar” Jason said.

“Oh yeah, I’ll prove it to you.” I said as I grabbed my cell phone and dialed the number and handed it to Sheridan.

“Hello, this is Michelle Rodriguez, leave a message and I’ll get back to you.” repeated the voice mail message. Sheridan, Jason and Eric looked at me stunned as I just sat there smirking. Life was good.

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