Disclaimers: Josie And The Pussycats belongs to Dan DeCarlo, Joe Ruby, Ken
Spears, Archie Comics and Hanna-Barbera Productions. Motley Crue belongs to
Motley Records, Elektra Records and Leathur Records. Colt 45 belongs to the
Pabst Brewing Company. Behind The Music belongs to VH-1 Television, Gay
Rosenthal Productions, Paramount Pictures, Santo Domingo Film And Music Video
and Viacom Productions. This story is not-for-profit but I own it.
Warnings: Voyurism, strong language, drug use, female solo sex, male solo
sex, female/female sex, male/female sex
Categories: Het, slash, bi
Pairing: Alexandra Cabot/Tommy Lee/Pamela Anderson Lee
Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.
Summary: Alexandra wakes herself up in her hotel room with a hangover and a
tattoo on her arm and she has no idea as to how it happened.
Other Notes: This AU story is based on a picture entitled 'Teaser 2' by an
artist named Garv.
Dedications: None so far.
Behind The Music/Josie And The Pussycats: What Happened To Me Last Night?
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])
It had all began during the late morning hours of the Eigth day of the month
of July inside a hotel suite within the City of Los Angeles, California,
which was where a young and beautiful raven-haired female whose name happens
to be Alexandra Cabot had just woken herself up from a sound sleep but with
a large headache, which had caused her to place her hand on her forehead and
sit herself up just in time for her to discover that she had slept bare-ass
naked and there was a tattoo on her right arm of a bouquet of roses that were
tied together by a yellow ribbon with the words 'Born To Raise Hell' on it,
which had caused a shocked Alexandra to place her hands on the top of her
head and thought to herself, *Wholly fucking shit!How the fucking hell did I
allow this to happen?*
And of course, that was before the door to her bedroom had opened and allowed
the young and beautiful strawberry-blonde lead singer of the most popular
girl band on Earth known as Josie And The Pussycats whose name happens to be
Josie McCoy had walked into the room with a hot cup of coffee in her hand and
a small smile on her lips and said, "Well, I see that you were finally able
to wake yourself up. That means that the effects of the bear that you had
just gulped down had finally worn-off."
"What the fucking hell are you talking about, Josie? And where the fucking
hell is my cat?!" that was the question that a hungover Alexandra had just
asked Josie while she was looking for her pet cat known as Sebastian and
before an understanding Josie had placed the cup of coffee on a small dresser
and her gentle hand on top of Alexandra's and answered, "Whoa! Take it easy,
Alexandra! Sebastian is being taken care of by Alan and Melody. So, you have
nothing to worry about. Or could I be wrong?"
And after she had turned her eyes toward the upper part of her bare arm
and looked at the tattoo that she had no memory of getting for herself, an
embarressed Alexandra had placed her hand over the tattoo, closed her eyes,
let out a sigh and answered, "To tell you the truth, Josie. You might be
right about that. You see, I don't know how I had gotten this tattoo. As a
matter of fact, I have no memory of what had happened to me last night."
And as soon as the concerned lead singer had noticed that a single tear was
running down her cheek, Josie had placed one of the pillows on top of the
other, placed her gentle hand on Alexandra's forehead and said, "Okay,
Alexandra. I do believe I know how to find out what happened to you last
night but in order to do that, you've got to trust me. Now, just keep your
eyes closed, lie down and take a deep breath."
And after she had realized that she was more than willing to do anything to
keep herself from being the subject of the latest episode of the hit VH-1
series entitled 'Behind The Music', Alexandra had laid herself down and took
a deep breath before Josie had placed her lips close to her former rival's
ear and whispered, "Okay, Alexandra. Let your mind take you back to
yesterday. Do you remember what happened after we had arrived in L.A.?"
And after she had nodded her head in response to Josie's question,
Alexandra's mind had flashed itself back to the day before, which was when
she had barged into the suite with her beloved pet cat in her hand, slammed
her suitcase down on the bed and yelled, "I REALLY DO NOT BELIEVE THIS! THAT
FUCKING ASSHOLE OF A BROTHER OF MINE HAD NEARLY CAUSED ME TO...!" before her
own brother, Alexander Cabot III had stepped into the suite and yelled,
"LOOK, SISTER MINE! I SAID THAT I WAS SORRY! OKAY? COULD WE PLEASE JUST DROP
That was before a young and handsome blonde male with a small bunch of
luggage in his muscular arms known as Alan M. Mayberry had stepped into the
room and was followed by the lead singer and her two fellow band members, a
beautiful African-American maiden named Valerie Brown and a ditzy blonde babe
named Melody Jones, who had looked at the two Cabot siblings and asked, "But
if we drop it, then who should be the one to pick it up?"
That was before Alexandra's mind had flashed itself forward to the night
of the concert at the local music hall, where Josie And The Pussycats had
allowed themselves to perform with the hottest heavy metal band in rock music
history known as Motley Crue and each and every rock music fan who were in
attendance were letting out a barrage of cheers and applause and having a
But that was before a really bitchy Alexandra had turned his jealous eyes
toward the stage to watch her strawberry-blonde rival singing her heart out
that the raven-haired maiden had thought to herself, *Ten to one odds, it
was all Josie's fault that we were late getting to that fucking hotel! Well,
Josie! If you want the spotlight all to your fucking self, you could have it,
Bitch! I quit!*
And that had caused Alexandra to storm herself out of the music hall and
straight into a nearby bar, where she had suddenly discovered that the
members of Motley Crue -- sans Mick Mars and Vince Neil -- and two former
Baywatch babes known as Pamela Anderson Lee and Donna D'errico were sitting
at a table together and enjoying each other's company before one of the
blonde babes had turned her eyes toward a curious Alexandra and said, "Hey,
you don't have to stand there by yourself. Come on over and sit here with
And after she had done that, Pamela's beloved husband and Motley Crue drummer
known as Tommy Lee had looked at Alexandra with a small smile on his face
and asked, "Say, would you like to have something to drink?" and asked the
barmaid to bring another bottle of Colt 45 to the table just in time for
Alexandra to take a little look at the liquid inside the beer bottle, shrug
her shoulders, open the bottle and take her first sip of the beer, only to
have her start coughing.
But as soon as she had allowed herself to take a second sip of the beer, a
gleefull smile had suddenly appeared on Alexandra's lips before she had
laughed and said, "Wholly fucking shit! This stuff is great! So, what should
we do next?" before Tommy's fellow Motley Crue band member, Nikki Sixx had
placed his gentle hand on her shoulder and answered, "It's funny that you
should ask, Alexandra. It's funny that you should ask."
And then, after they had gone to the local tattoo parlor where the tattoo
artist had placed the tattoo on Alexandra's right arm and both Nikki and
Donna had left to go do some nighthawking of their own, Alexandra had allowed
both Tommy and Pamela to join her at her hotel suite, where they had stripped
off all of their clothes and gazed their eyes upon their wonderfully-built
bare-ass naked bodies before both Pamela and Alexandra had each started
pumping their fingers in and out of their hot and steamy cunts and carressing
their own tits with the other hand and Tommy had began stroking his stiff
cock in front of the two hot-looking babes.
That was before Pamela had moved herself closer to Alexandra, kissed her ever
so passionately on the lips and started licking all over her nude body -- all
the way down to her hot, wet pussy and carressing her firm breasts and Tommy
had placed his stone hard dick inside his beloved wife's asshole and his
hands on Alexandra's bare shoulders before she had placed her hands on
Pamela's bare shoulders and said, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do it,
Pamela! Touch me! Touch me there! Suck my wet pussy dry while Tommy fucks
you in the ass! Aaaahhhh!"
And after they had laid themselves down on the bed, Tommy had taken his
stiff cock out of his blonde bride's backside and allowed Alexandra to start
sucking on it and Pamela had began sucking on the raven-haired maiden's stiff
mounds and pumping two of her fingers in and out of her hot, moist snatch,
Alexandra had suddenly realized that she was able to experience the one thing
that is known as pure and untamed sexual pleasure and she was enjoying every
minute of it.
That was before Tommy had placed his stone hard dick inside Pamela's pussy
and began sucking on Alexandra's snatch and the raven-haired babe had placed
her hands on the blonde Baywatch beauty's silky-smooth naked thighs and began
sucking on her tits, causing a sexually-energized Pamela to place her hands
on Alexandra's bare back and yell at the top of her lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES!
THAT'S IT! DO IT, TOMMY! DO IT, ALEXANDRA! TOUCH ME! SUCK MY TITS! FUCK THE
LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME!MAKE ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"
And then, after the three newfound bi-sexual lovers had started moving
themselves harder and faster and their lovemaking has finally arrived in
town for its latest concert tour, Pamela, Tommy and Alexandra had came and
collapsed due to exhaustion and fell asleep with their naked arms in a
lover's embrace just before both Tommy and Pamela had woken themselves up,
gotten themselves dressed and stepped out of Alexandra's bedroom just in
time for Josie and her friends to look at them with wide eyes and Tommy to
clear his throat and say, "Could you do us a favor? As soon as she wakes
up, please tell her that we had a great time and hope to see her again
That was before Alexandra's mind had flashed itself back to the present,
where she had quickly sat herself up and yelled, "WHOLLY SHIT! I REMEMBER
NOW! Look, Josie! About what I had said and done...!" before an understanding
Josie had placed the tips of her fingers on Alexandra's lips and said,
"Sssshhhh. It's okay, Alexandra. You don't have to apologize. I had already
forgiven you. Just do yourself a favor and lay off the Colt 45, okay?"