PURR Chapter 2 - Sex~Kitten.net

Opening night arrived and the whole troupe sat backstage in the dark, steadying first night nerves on alcohol or whatever sated their personal demons. Adrenalin pulsed through their veins with the urgency of a mountain stream. Now they were about to go ‘live’ for the first time on this tour. Finally it came - BOOM!!! Up went the pyrotechnics, on came a blinding gallery of lights. PURR were off and running on rocket fuel!

The stadium buzzed with excitement and sexual energy. You could taste ‘something in the air tonite’. Everyone was hot for these girls. Silence took over when the main lights suddenly shut down and a row of flares exploded across the stadium and six spotlights hit the stage.

The elaborate stage setting PURR used was a rock fan’s dream. It cost in excess of three and a half million dollars, the brainchild of the UK company ‘Blondie’s Stages’. They had an impressive record designing sets for most of the stadium bands of the day, including the Rolling Stones, Journey, REO Speedwagon, and Foreigner,as well as the female forerunners of PURR like the Go Gos, Vixen and the Bangles. The set featured two enormous Sphinxes, one on either side of the stage, two stories high. Each displayed holographic images that simultaneously projected the girls’ faces on both Egyptian idols’ faces. Between and above these was a bank of jumbo video screens that showed the entire action taking place on the stage below. A pyramid-like staircase rose u[p three stories out of the stage, with dry ice smoke as the show reached its climax. A stage approximately 20 meters long jutted out into the audience.

These were fucking serious pussycats. PURR had just raised the limits of Rock and Roll stage settings into the stratosphere.

Miles of cable and a highly coordinated staff of some 200 roadies, stage hands, technicians, electricians, personal assistants, makeup artists and assorted gophers was required to orchestrate the traveling extravaganza. Three articulated trucks were required to shift the show from gig to gig. The whole thing was planned to the last detail as if it were a military operation, complete with a gallery of custom lighting fixtures, an arsenal of pyrotechnics and a wall of video screens. The whole operation had to be methodically organized, but once on the road, it was a blank check, a veritable license to print money. Anything, literally anything went after the show.

The whole PURR crew had been rehearsing for months and the band was ready. Gracie was born ready. She was the driving force behind the whole show. Gracie loved the band, the touring, the music, the show and the full nine yards. She worked hard and played hard. So did her band and she looked after the girls. Nobody fucked with Gracie Pasquale.

A duo of female backing singers, Angela Fowler and Roxanne Fisher, known Art by Tony Sacre

affectionately as “Katz” had been signed and added to the entourage. Angela was one of the most respected session voices around and always in great demand. In fact her phone never stopped ringing.

Angela previously often had occasion to work with Gracie and PURR. In fact, she had also been on the last tour, besides touring with many of the big names. She was already established as quite a star in her own right, a bit of a legend on the scene. She was a very independent lady of considerable means with a reputation for being tougher than Gracie, and she had a pretty intimidating stage wardrobe. She traveled in style with her own personnel assistant Chris, who attended to her every need and drove her black Mercedes limo.

Tone had a soft spot, or better to say a hard spot for her. They seemed to have something going on, on the side, but nobody was quite sure. They would exchange wanton glances at each other and little things they sometimes said could be taken the wrong way. Why was he sometimes ‘hanging on telephone’ with her when he could see her every day? Not even Jake could get anything out of Tone on the subject, which was unlike him. She was a lady who knew what she wanted and knew how to get it, which was pretty much where Chris came in.

In addition to being Angela’s personnel assistant, Chris was her minder. Though she treated him like shit, he seemed to love her for it. Nobody ever questioned his importance to her. He was from London like Tone, but they didn’t seem to ever have much to say to each other.

Roxanne, a long-time friend of Gracie’s, was a gifted poet as well as a classically trained singer who specialized in harmonizing perfectly with whatever key her fellow performers were singing. Her talents were ideal for her role as a backup vocalist, always accenting but never overpowering the lead singers.

She was also gifted in the oral arts, sexually speaking. She was very good at what she did and she knew it. She felt her oral proficiency gave her a kind of power and indeed it did. Guys, including Jake and the Marlboro Man, who submitted to her expertise simultaneously. Whenever she would ask them for a favour of any kind, they would bend over backwards to please her. She certainly did for them.

It had also become something of an ‘in’ joke that sometimes as the ‘Katz’ girls, would saunter across the stage at rehearsals. A sax burst of ‘Killer Queen’ would wail out, or Jake and Tone would chant:
“Extraordinarily nice.
It’s the Killer Teeeeam,
Dynamite and a laser beam guaranteed to blow your mind.
They will absolutely drive you wild!”

On that warm Philadelphia night, a disembodied, almost god-like voice shattered the stillness.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s my pleasure to introduce the magnificent - the incomparable - the most hard-core rock and roll band on the planet, the one and only PURR, The First Ladies of Rock! Give ’em your love and make it LOUD!!! ”

When the voice vanished as quickly as it came, a bass guitar thumped, a Stratocaster screamed and was joined by another as a blazing Hammond organ lick swirled around the stadium. BOOM!!! Another row of pyrotechnics blew the stage apart, or so it seemed and six Super Trooper spotlights illuminated the six women as if they were a neon sign. They strutted around the stage, guitars on hips as the distinctive riff from their signature tune “In Heat” announced their entrance with all the majesty of a symphonic overture. Tess tickled her keyboard with a lingering fingering while Betti stood behind the drum kit. When she took her seat, the thunder began. Gracie was in her glory as she belted out the familiar sexual innuendo laden lyrics. The standing room only crowd sang the catch lines in unison - “Ya can‘t stop us now, we’re IN HEAT!”

Without losing a beat, PURR segued into their version of "Sisters are Doing it for Themselves," in a tribute too Annie Lennox and Aretha Franklin. Gracie’s voice, as powerful as either of those women, rang out and the crowd exploded in frenzy. She looked dazzling in her tight black leather flared pants, high heeled boots and loose fitting white silk shirt, unbuttoned to the waist. Of course, she was obviously not encumbered with a bra, as was her usual style. Her long thick dark hair flailed around as she pranced, gyrated and did a bump and grind routine all around the stage until she arched her back and simulated making love to the mike stand.

Dee, Kat and Jen pranced around the stage belting out the hot licks for which they had become famous, wearing daringly short skirts from which their shapely legs emerged. Their tops were riskily low cut to show off their impressive cleavages, and were designed with assorted combinations of leather, studs and lace.

The packed stadium went absolutely berserk as the sweet rock music soared into the Philadelphia night, just like it would in the months ahead at Shea Stadium in New York and even Wembley Stadium in London.

Meanwhile, Tone, Jake and the boys, who the PURR girls had nicknamed “The Tomcats“, were checking out the action onstage with more than professional interest. After all, the horn players were men. The growing bulges in the front of their tight pants were more than obvious to all the girls in the band and they smiled ear-to-ear to know that they had been the inspiration this development.

That was just the beginning of what would be a long, wild night for the PURR girls, but that night they were on fire as they segued seamlessly into their third number, the latest song that currently stood at Number 1 on the Billboard chart, ‘Liquid Velvet’ It was the latest of fifteen chart toppers. This was surely to be their biggest and best tour ever. Stadiums around the world were already all booked to capacity.

Riding a tsunami of popularity at that glorious time, the girls could do no wrong. They had been at the top of the rockpile for the last eight years. Now this was the first gig on their latest world excursion, the Cool for Cats tour. The album had already gone ‘Platinum’ as had the previous seven, Pure Purr, Catwalk, Pussy Licks, Pussy Whipped and ‘Come, Kitty, Kitty’ Waifs and Strays and Bad Cattitude.

These cats were hot property. They did it their way, with their own sound and their own style. Gracie Pasquale, Tess Pilot and Jenny Clapton wrote all the original material. The whole band worked with tour manager Pug Peterson to handle the production and the mix together, naturally creating a perfectly distinctive sound. It was feline rock and roll with attitude. Together, they were an amazing sextet, yet each retained their own identity, desires, vices and dark secrets. They were the female wildcats of rock and roll. They had beauty, international fame and more money than they could ever spend. They walked the walk and talked the talk and had appetites to match. The PURR girls could show the wild men a thing or too and indeed they had done just that in the last eight years in the fast lane of sex and drugs and rock and roll.

What they didn’t have however, was someone to share a real love with. No man could keep up with the pace of the PURR lifestyle, nor were they prepared to live in the shadow PURR cast. Years of touring were taking a toll on PURR. The girls could always get all the sex they wanted, whenever they wanted it, but what they needed badly wasn’t on the menu. That was tenderness and loving affection, a real relationship with a caring guy who loved them for who they were as women, not just for their notorious PURR image and reputation. This need was starting to be plainly evident in the playlist for the “Cool for Cats” tour and especially in their performance. It wasn’t that it detracted from the new show, in fact it added soul, real soul that needed a healing. They increasingly featured songs like Otis Redding’s “Try a Little Tenderness“, Alice Cooper’s “Only Women Bleed”, Melissa Etheridge’s “Precious Pain” and Gracie sang the hell out of Janis Joplin’s “Take Another Little Piece of my Heart” as well as their own songs “If Mama Ain’t Happy, Ain’t Nobody Happy“, “I Like It on Top”, “Hear Me” and “Right Back Atcha”.

This was destined to be their biggest tour yet. If the pre-tour party two days earlier was any indication, the next two years would certainly be hard work, but also include a lot of fun and party-time beyond anyone’s wildest dreams. Tone by Tony Sacre

Gracie was taken with the look and slightly off-the-wall attitude of the blond saxophone player Tone, who she’d nicknamed yet another “Marlboro Man“.

Just as rehearsed in the show, she would saunter over real catlike as Tess played her updated rock version of the classic sultry blues instrumental “A Walk on the Wild Side.” As a matter of fact, it was a break for Gracie’s voice and a showcase for Tess’s virtuoso keyboard and a gift to the Tomcats that would eventually drive Tone up the wall with desire to breaking point.

The entire band rocked in unison, all sensing that this was destined to be a magnificent tour, and it had only just begun! The debut performance of the show climaxed in a spectacular finale with a fireworks display synchronized to the explosive music of “Pride of the Tigers.”

The first night party after the show was a field day for the paparazzi that had been invited and showed up in legion. Even the celebrities in attendance were dazzled by the beauty, charm and poise of every one the PURR girls. Gracie was the uncontested mistress of ceremonies as even Madonna took a back seat to her luminescence. Joe Perry of Aerosmith was uncharacteristically anxious before he met DeeDee Hendrix and Jenny Clapton, who had somehow managed put a fresh spin on even the most overplayed classic hard rock anthems. Betti looked stunning as they enthralled interviewers with their natural charm. Angela and Roxanne were universally accorded the same admiration as the stars of the show, but Sting and Tess seemed particularly fascinated with each other.

Tess had long been a fan of the British icon and Sting was instantly awestruck by the lovely PURR keyboard player. There was a piano in the hotel ballroom, so Tess asked the ex-Policeman if he would sing a duet of his song “Desert Rose” with her. Sting by Tony Sacre

She sang the first verse and he harmonized with her the rest of the way only their professionalism precluded the fulfillment of Tess’s fantasies. The entire room was mesmerized by the sublime harmony Tess and Sting made. He kissed her tenderly as flashes looked almost like strobe lights in a disco, providing even more glitz to the assembly of celebrity superstars. The soiree went on till after daybreak. The tabloids and the fanzines fed the PURR publicity frenzy that further insured the success of the ‘Cool for Cats’ tour.

Angela mused aloud to the rest of the girls in their hotel headquarters the next morning after that party finally broke up. "I know you ladies all noticed your effect on those poor boys. You know, they really ARE kinda cute and they’re HOT too!"

Tess responded, “I know everybody’s seen them undressing us all with their eyes and those smiles that they flash us seem to say they’re doing a lot more than that to us in their minds. I kinda like that myself. I admit that I purposely enjoy teasing them. I know they’re watching my ass wiggle, especially when we play the fast stuff. I guess you could say I‘m flattered.”

Jennifer chipped in "Besides, I don‘t know about you girls, but we’ve been so busy with brutal tour preparations, I haven’t been properly laid in weeks myself."

Kat added," I need to get some real quality fucking by somebody who knows what he‘s doing! I think Gracie‘s right. The Tomcats sure look like they’d know what to do with all this."

Betti declared, “Yeah, my bunny vibrator is getting worn out. Sure, it don’t vibrate and spin, but if a man knows what he’s doing, he can do a lot more than that and ya can’t do no better than the real thing!”

In her excitement that this conflab was going just where she wanted, DeeDee exclaimed, “Did you girls see those guns they’re packing in their pants? I sure did!”

Roxanne just licked her lips with a glow in her eyes and smiled a feral feline smile. “I’d love to show those boys a trick or two of my own!”

Gracie gave the order “I think its initiation time for the horn section and my Marlboro Man,” staking her claim on Tone, she said, “lets just see if they’re up to it! Their pants are not the only things that have expanded. Their duties just have as well! Give us a couple of days to get things ready and then go get em ‘Angie Baby’ and take Tess with you. Ladies, get ready. It’s said that every dog has his day, but one day soon the Order of PURR will CUM to order!