Looking down into the first few rows in the Karma VIP pit he could see girls crying; holding their arms out to him. All wanting to be sung to like that.
Then, it was if the crowd were released from their spell. A huge roar ricocheted around the stadium. It was that loud, anyone outside the stadium must have thought UCLA Bruins had scored a touchdown.
He smiled at Eliza and they held hands briefly before returning to their usual places.
Dirk hit his sticks together to count them in to the next song. The crew ran on to the stage to remove the chairs and Eliza powered out her trademark crescendo to bring the tempo in the stadium back up. The energy she could conjure up from her lungs through her vocal cords was immense.
They finished with “Samsara” and then waited in the wings of the stage whilst the crowd demanded another song.
“More, more, more,” they chanted. Stamping their feet in unison.
The band loved this bit. The effort put in, the nervousness set aside. Adulation egging them on with one final encore.
“Hollow.”
The audience joining in word for word again, swaying as one with cigarette lighters in the air.
Backstage they were all hyped with seemingly enough energy to do the whole performance again. Instead, they retired to the dressing room for a few drinks and something to eat, then chatted about the show and what went well and what needed to be adjusted. The sound engineer and lighting director taking notes.
Jim Bob brought in some of the fans that had earned themselves back stage passes for one reason or another; Leesa and the kids came in too.
Eliza and Jonny however just wanted to go back to the hotel. They were feeling stoked and had other things on their mind. Jonny’s performance on stage had turned Eliza on so much; she couldn’t keep her hands off him.
They stayed to meet the fans, sign photographs and t-shirts. Occasionally looking up at each other as if to check if the game was still on.
An agonising hour later, they got in the car, still having to endure a twenty mile ride back to the hotel.
Jonny slid his arm around Eliza’s waist and pulled her towards him. She nuzzled in. “I want you so bad Jonny.” Rubbing her hand up and down his thigh. “You’re gonna have to serenade me like you just did on stage.”
“Okay angel, but only if you dance for me.”
“Mmmm.” She bit her lip, demurely looking up into his devilish eyes. “You’ve got a deal.”
Up in their room there was Champagne on ice and a range of nibbles. Jim Bob coming up trumps again.
“I need to shower first Jonny.”
“I’ll join you.”
He turned on the shower. The cubicle steaming up almost instantly.
They stepped over the threshold together.
Jonny soaped up his hands, the callouses on his left hand from the guitar strings adding friction to the rubbing motion over Eliza’s back.
She groaned with delight. “Ooh that feels good.”
Moving the suds onto her shoulders, down her arms and finally up under her breasts. Her nipples hard, in textural contrast to the rest of her softness. He flicked over them with a teasing pluck of his finger and thumb. Then circled around them before pulling and rolling them. They reddened against the white suds. A cherry on top of a white iced tart. Tingling like the myriad of bubbles that were bursting over them.
He kissed the nape of her neck. Sucking the wet skin into his mouth. The water cascading off her head onto his face.
She slowly turned around and started to wash him. Moving her palms across his chest and down his abs, her fingers curled in so her fingernails grazed across his skin. Then she extended her grasp around his lower back onto his backside. Taking a few moments to squeeze his firm muscles and revel in the knowledge that the power in them was what would give her long lasting pleasure later. She could feel his cock twitching against her.
He pulled back, soaping her stomach and the top of her legs, pushing his fingers along the top of her legs, before angling his palm and dragging it back along. Holding the pressure with a twisting motion at the front before plunging his fingers up in between, causing her head to jolt backwards. The shower spraying straight onto her chest and down to where his hands were moving back and forth.
She gained enough composure to lather up again and take him in her hands. Working him up and down. He was as big as he could ever get. A response to how much he wanted her; how horny she made him feel.
“Come on.” She switched off the shower and lead him out, eager to ramp it up a gear.
He grabbed two towels as they walked out of the bathroom and flung them on the bed. Laying on them he watched deliriously as she gyrated and twirled in front of him. Eyes fixed on his. Her soaking wet hair flicking water around the room.
If he didn’t do something about it, he was going to ejaculate without even being touched. He beckoned her over. She obliged, stepping up onto the bed, and stood straddled above him. Slowly moving her hips from side to side, bending her knees so her legs opened at the top enticingly, before straightening up and closing the view off to him.
She then slid her fingers down her stomach and let them disappear into her folds. Pulling them out she traced a line all the way back up her body, in between her breasts, up her neck, under her jaw and in to her mouth.
He reached up as if to grab out to the place she just touched. His place. Where only he was allowed to touch.
She shook her finger at him then knelt down levitating on her knees above him. Anchoring his arms down at each side of his body with her hands. Rubbing herself along his length.
The tease was too much. With one bold movement he grabbed hold of her wrists and flipped her over; he was now on top.
Pushing himself down to the bottom of the bed he started whispering the lyrics to “Beautiful Angel.”
He pushed her knees apart and kissed the inside of her legs up towards the top of her thighs.
One line, one kiss. One line, one kiss.
Inching his way up her legs.
The tease becoming too much for her now. She lifted her hips up to meet his square jawline.
He paused to lick her all the way from her opening to her sensitive nub.
She shuddered.
He went in again. This time plunging his tongue into her. Sucking. Licking. Nibbling.
Jerking beneath him, she pushed up her hips. He took a firm hold, not letting her relax down, he wanted to feel her come on his chin.
She obliged seconds later, fisting the sheets when the orgasmic bolt charged through her. She put her hands onto his head and pulled her fingers through his damp tousled hair. Gently pulling him up.
Eyes on eyes, mouth on mouth.
He gently pushed in. Carrying on with his serenade.
One line, one push. One line, one push.
The intensity of their stage performance improvised and bettered.
He angled his hips giving her the friction she needed to amplify her orgasm.
She whimpered with ecstasy as he sang the final four words.
“Forever my Beautiful Angel.”
And he joined her in heaven.
Chapter Thirteen
They were all on the tour bus, that is all except Leesa and the two children, they were staying in Los Angeles for another couple of days. A trip to Disneyland booked, before flying back to Holland. A tour bus was no place for kids.
It was the first time Karma Life had been on a sleeper bus since the last US tour. This time Jonny and Eliza were an item and he was naturally very protective of her, the only female on the vehicle. The close proximity of the living quarters and trying to preserve Eliza’s privacy was stressful and Jonny found it difficult to relax.
Jim Bob had grabbed a load of the music newspapers before he got on the bus; wading his way through them looking for reports on their Rose Bowl performance.
He started reading some of the feedback out loud. “Wow they’re all really good. Listen to this one. ‘Awesome start t
o the first Karma Life US tour since they were launched into the stratosphere by their smash single ‘Samsara’. The band introduced a new song to the avid fans written by guitarist, Jonny Harrison. This new piece was performed as a duet with his girlfriend and lead singer of Karma Life, Eliza van Der Berg. Entitled ‘Beautiful Angel’, it is likely to be their next big release judging from the way the fans reacted.’ That’s awesome.”
He put down the papers.
“I think we should press the button on getting ‘Beautiful Angel’ released now then. I know you thought it was good, but as the only song out of the new ones to be mentioned, then I think we should release it straight away. Agreed?”
All four nodded in agreement.
Jim Bob was straight on the phone to the record label. They had also been reading the critics’ reviews and were on the same page. The single would be distributed to the wholesalers that week. All press releases were to mention it and Jim Bob would work up new interview responses with the band. Just not going to perform it anywhere but at the gigs for now. An exclusive treat for fans that had bought tickets.
Next stop San Diego.
The venue was overlooking the bay and Jonny was mesmerised by the views. It was still light when they opened up and he was surprised to see kayakers sat in the bay watching their performance. Fortunately, by the time they got to sing “Beautiful Angel” it was dusk, the kayakers had gone, and the sun dipping behind the clouds created the most apt sunset as a backdrop for their song. He needed to get into the moment, not be distracted by paddlers falling into the water.
In the middle of the song a vision of Eliza laid on the bed in Los Angeles drifted into his mind. Him singing to her whilst she enjoyed the fuck of her life. The wry smile from his mouth and the seductive gaze in his eyes registered with Eliza. Her singing becoming more soulful and breathless in return.
Another audience left gob smacked.
Another set of female fans swooning at Jonny’s serenade.
Another night on the tour bus, desperate to re-enact the love song again.
“I can’t stand much more of this bus Eliza.” Jonny complained, squashed next to Eliza on her bunk, mindlessly playing with the string at the top of her pyjama shorts.
She pulled a face at him. “I know, but it will be worth it. When we get to Jamaica it will be like the first time again.”
“Ughh.” He responded in frustration.
“Didn’t you like our first time.”
“Yes of course, I meant I can’t wait until then.”
Rolling onto his back and having to grab out at the bunk across the way to stop himself from falling onto the floor.
She laughed and pushed him out. “Go on, get to your own bed. You know I won’t be able to sleep if you’re snoring in my ear,” lowering her voice before adding, “and pressing your gorgeous hard cock into my back.”
“Fucking hell Eliza. You’re too much.” Rolling his eyes at her and biting the corner of his bottom lip.
“I know.” She put her hand under his chin and guided him onto her lips.
There was no way he was going to sleep after that. He ventured to the front of the bus with a deck of cards, in search of some male company to take his mind off his frustration.
“Anyone fancy a flutter?” he offered to the other passengers.
Jim Bob shook his head. He was pouring over some paperwork.
“Don’t you ever chill out?” Dirk asked of Jim Bob.
He just looked back with a confused look on his face.
Jonny shuffled the cards and dealt them out.
“So what’s going on in everyone’s lives, outside this of course?” Gesturing around at their mobile prison.
One of the roadies, AJ, told them about his wife and new baby. Kurt brought in stories about his children.
“For fucks sake!” Dirk sat up. “Time to get my old friend out. You boring set of bastards.”
“Woah!” Kurt held up his hands as if to shield himself.
“Calm down, old man. I’m getting the Jack Daniels out not my cock. Wouldn’t want to shame you all with that bad boy!”
He leant back to the cupboard to pull out the bottle. Barely reaching the neck with the tip of his fingers. The bottle in danger of falling onto the floor, but that wouldn’t happen to Dirk. He twirls drumsticks for a living. His fingers are as dexterous as they come and have the grip of a vice.
Kurt shuffled out from the table and grabbed six shot glasses out of a neighbouring cupboard.
“What’s wrong with the bottle?” Dirk asked.
“Don’t know where that dirty mouth of yours has been,” Kurt joked back.
“A good deal more places than your faithful one,” he retorted, sticking his tongue out between two fingers and waggling it ferociously.
They all laughed raucously. The bus driver looking in his mirror to see what fun and games he was missing out on.
“So what’s the chances of us getting rooms at the next stop?” Dirk hollered over to Jim Bob.
Jim Bob stopped reading. Placing his fingers under the page he had got to in the report, and pushing his glasses down to the end of his nose. “No chance. Not if you want to stick to the schedule. It’s pretty tight and adding in those extra dates in the middle hasn’t helped. Well not with the leisure time anyway. It’s certainly helped with the ‘kerching’.” He mimicked pulling the handle on a slot machine. “Just looking through the industry report on sales this month. It’s turning out to be pretty good guys.”
“Well we’re gonna have to bend the rules. I’m about to explode man. No pussy for five days already. It’s like Mount Etna down there.” Dirk grabbed his groin, pulling on it roughly.
Kurt threw his cards at him.
“Is that all you ever think of?”
“Well you started it. Talking about my dirty mouth. It got me thinking about all them sweet tight pussies in those teeny tiny shorts. Mmm. Mmm.” He licked his lips.
Dirk threw his cards back at Kurt.
“Here.” Jonny jumped in, streaming the strong smelling liqueur over the six glasses. “Here’s to Dirk and his dirty mouth and volcanic cock.”
“Dirk’s volcanic cock!” They all cheered, downing the drink in one and slamming their glasses on the table.
Jim Bob looked up again and shook his head.
Jonny noticed and asked, “How did you wind up doing this job JB?”
“You don’t want to know. It’s a long story.”
“Oh but we do.” Kurt picked up the bottle and poured everyone another shot. “We’ve got all night. We’re not going anywhere, anytime soon.”
They all clinked their glasses together and downed another shot.
Jim Bob looked around at them all, realising he wasn’t going to get away with not telling them his story. He gathered up the papers and stuffed them into a plastic wallet. Placing his glasses away in the alligator skin case.
“You’d better pour me one of those then.” Pointing at the spare shot glass on the table.
***
By the middle of the tour, they were playing “Beautiful Angel” on every radio station they tuned into. The interview requests were escalating and the press releases almost daily with updates on the tour.
Leesa confirmed it was all over TV and radio in Europe too, so Jim Bob and the band started working up a schedule for a European leg of the same tour.
All of a sudden Jamaica, the house, Jonny’s flying and his engagement to Eliza, looked like they would be sidelined. This band and their success was taking over their lives.
***
“Well we’re here. Final gig.” Jim Bob was trying to drum up some energy and enthusiasm.
They were all beat. Cramming the shows in the way they had was really taking its toll. The tour bus was stifling and the extended sets they did exhausting.
Dirk had started to take cocaine quite regularly now and even Kurt had indulged before the last few shows. In between hits they were both starting to get tetchy and difficult
to live with.
Eliza had tried to tackle Kurt about it, but he had just fobbed her off. “Don’t worry about it. It’s just for the last couple of weeks. I won’t touch the stuff again when I get back home. No need to.”
She didn’t even bother trying to save Dirk. He had always been a maverick and she knew him too well. If she said anything he would probably just do it more.
Jonny had tried to keep sane with runs, but even he was drinking most of a bottle of Jack Daniels after each show. Blaming the sleeping arrangements for having to self-medicate to get any shut eye.
Jim Bob wasn’t much help either. Eliza was convinced he was the one actually scoring the cocaine for Kurt and Dirk. Not that he would admit to it, of course.
“Yeah, one last show. Thank God,” she echoed. Holding her hands together in prayer and looking up to the heavens.
“I can’t wait for some downtime,” added Jonny, “how about you, what are you doing after this Dirk?
“Going back to Dam to get me some pussy. They’ll be all begging for it when I get back. I’ve been off the scene for months now.”
Jim Bob snorted.
“What about you JB?” asked Jonny.
“I’m going to see my folks. Catch up with you lot in London to finalise the European tour arrangements later in the month.”
“Where are your folks anyway?” asked Eliza.
“Wisconsin.”
“Not been there. What’s it like?”
“Yeah good, quite a lot going on. We’re from a small place though.”
“Much of a family?”
“Yep. Loads of us. Four generations still living in the same town. Grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles, step-fathers, you name it. None of them ever moved on.”
“So what happened with you then?”
Jonny and Kurt moved away from the conversation to check on their guitar set ups. They heard the story the other night and knew it was going to be a long and uncomfortable one.
“Hey man.” Dirk hollered.
Everyone looking around to see who he was greeting.
It was the lead singer, Lex, from Crazy Horse.
“Whatsup motherfucker?”
“Cool man. Cool.”
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