by TM Watkins
Then he frowned as he remembered the last time they were in Ontario, Jaxon had gone off to the side of the stage where it was nice and dark. He couldn't bitch at him about it because the sod had managed to keep playing, but Evan wasn't exactly impressed. Or maybe he was jealous.
Evan looked at the offender in question, thinking mildly that he was jealous that Jaxon could still play while a woman sucked his cock.
The crowd roared with delight as the song continued, Austin sang the perverted lyrics, and they all sang along with him. It never ceased to amaze him how many people would come to see them. The place was filled to the edges, two rows of balconies filled with more people.
Evan watched Sam and Jerry at the edge of the stage, hiding beside the great stack of speakers and the black curtain. Jerry was happy to spend his days keeping them in line and making sure everything went smoothly, and the boys wanted to keep it that way. They weren't interested in dragging him into their little competition, and Jerry wasn't interested either. But the fact that Sam was a part of it was interesting.
Of course, Evan had seen how faithful Sam's girlfriend had been. Being of a small amount of moral standard, none of the boys from Night Fire hadn't acknowledged any of her advances but their support act well, they were more than happy to reap the benefits of her attention.
To be fair, Evan knew that they didn't know any better. Not one of the band members knew that she was Sam's girlfriend and happily included her in their little festivities in one of the back rooms at the tour kickoff party.
Evan grinned as he thought about little festivities and the plans for tonight. It would be a good one.
Sam turned back into the darkness of the backstage area, watching as one of the crew began rounding up the potentials. Slowly herding them to the meet and greet area where the loyal fans were waiting. They had their routine, they were like clockwork. Meet and greet the loyal and diehard fans, give them a solid hour of photos, conversations, and autographs. Throughout the entire time, Sam would have to watch each of them for the gestures they would give for the ones they wanted.
Sam dreaded having to give the taken signal, knowing there were a variety of reactions. Curtis was always too drunk to care, never giving Sam any signals. Sam always found him a friend, as for the night beyond that, it was up to Curtis.
Jaxon liked them a little top heavy, Evan liked them a little wild. Austin liked any woman so long as she had a friend or two and Fraser, well he was the picky one. Sam always looked to him first, ensuring that the big man got the woman he wanted. He did not need to be glared at when he signaled that one of the other boys had beat him to his choice.
It was a lesson that Sam had learned in his first week. He'd been brought in by Jerry to try and control the wild antics of five young men who did not know the meaning of calm. Jerry had other things to concern himself with, he didn't need to be keeping one eye on them and trying to do his own job. And that's why Sam had the illustrious job of being a babysitter to five grown men. Well, partially grown, they were only twenty.
He looked around the room, people were starting to congregate into little clusters. The band was already onto their first encore. They always did one, two if the crowd was really pumped. Tonight sounded like a two encore night.
Backstage areas always varied, and it was difficult for the road crew to find a place to do the meet and greet for the fans. This one, however, this was great. A room that was sectioned off with a single corridor that could be controlled by the security staff. Sam rested easy knowing that they would check everyone that walked through the passage. All he had to do was ensure that the boys got what they wanted.
Jack gave him a nod as he walked into the area, delving from the darkness of the corridor and into the stark white walls and lights of the room was harsh.
A blonde skittered in front of him, fluttering her eyes with a sweet smile.
“Hi.”
“Hello.” Sam offered, knowing precisely what she wanted.
He was a wise man, he could outplay them in their own game. While they were off playing their gig, he'd be back here ensuring that he was miles ahead of them.
“You're like the assistant, right?”
“Maybe.” Sam offered. “I guess it depends on what you want.”
She smiled and pretended to play sweet and innocent.
“I was uh wondering if we could come to an agreement of some sort?”
“Possibly. What is it that you want?”
“Jaxon.”
Sam nodded slightly, gazing around the room and pretending that he wasn't looking at the ample cleavage she had to offer. It was better than he could have hoped for.
“Of course, but you know, guaranteeing such things comes with a hefty price.”
“Whatever dude, blow or fuck I'm good.”
He grinned and gestured to the entrance where Jack had his back to them.
“Excellent, this way my dear.”
Sam showed her through the twists and turns of the backstage area, finding a little storage room.
“Now, I must insist on two things. One, you do not tell Jaxon of our little interlude and two, your picture with today’s date written on your stomach for a competition. Jaxon will ask you for the same. So you will need to scrub the lipstick off your stomach before he gives you what you want. Can you do these things?”
“Can you get me into Jaxon's pants and his bed for tonight?”
“I am the man that can grant your desire, and I can get you into his bed tonight. By the morning you will be thoroughly fucked by him.”
The woman pushed through the door and had her panties on the ground before Sam had even shut the door. Instantly he was hard, finding her enthusiasm rather pleasing.
“Dress off.”
Sam pulled out one of the many condoms he reluctantly had to carry around with him. He was all things to these boys, babysitter, condom provider, food and drink delivery boy, women supplier, lost object retriever and now, groupie thief.
He grinned as he rolled the condom over his length, thinking of how often he would be the one that would have them first, they'd be left with a trail of second helpings, and he'd be laughing at the end of the year.
The woman rested against the edge of the counter, opening her legs for him as she removed her dress. She was stunning, full figured and perfect. As he plunged into her, Sam wrapped his hands around her plump breasts. He leaned over to suck on them as she moaned with every thrust. Her hands held onto his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh.
Time was evading him, he could hear the thunder of a drum roll that marked the demise of the second encore. There was no need for him to be pleasing to her, there was no long term. But any thoughts of finishing before her orgasm peaked was washed away the moment she groaned, calling out how good it was.
Sam groaned as well, finding the release that he didn't think would eventuate so quickly. She was a pretty fine woman, better than the one last night. Or even his now ex-girlfriend. He didn't need to think about the fact that he'd seen her picture on the social media sites for the support act. He didn't want to dwell on the thoughts that it was undeniable what was going on. So, it was over, and he was a free man. She was deleted from his phone, and now there was a pretty lady that was going to be the first of so many.
When offered the lipstick, Sam wrote the city, date and time on her. She held up the condom with a smile and Sam took the indecent photo.
“Much thanks, my dear.” He said as he slipped the phone into his pocket and took the condom.
“You may dress now and of course, remove that from your skin.”
The woman redressed as Sam tied off the condom and put it into his pocket to dispose of later.
“So, is it like a numbers game?” She asked.
“It is.”
“That's got to be difficult, going up against the band.”
Sam nodded as he waited patiently. He concluded that she was right. He was at a severe disadvantage.
“I'm a
fashion designer. If you guarantee tonight, I'll give you some pointers about not dressing like a man from the fifties.”
He looked down at his clothes and wondered what was wrong with what he was wearing.
“Well, you were guaranteed tonight as you fulfilled your side of the agreement. However, if I am able to gain some advantage, then I would greatly appreciate your advice.”
The woman grinned.
“Good. We can do breakfast in the morning then.”
She held her hand out waiting for Sam to shake it in agreement. He did so willingly, anything to win this competition.
“I've got to say, you're pretty good at what you do.” She offered as he opened the door. “I've had guys try for ten minutes to make me scream, and you manage to do it one.”
“Imagine what it would be like if we weren't rushed.”
“Yeah.” She said as she huffed a little laugh.
A slight frown crossed her face as she looked at Sam. With a lot of curiosity, he watched as she fumbled through her bag.
“You know, I'd like to know if you win. When you get to the end of the competition, let me know.”
She held out a business card, waiting for him to take it. The sound of the band making their way closer filled the tiny corridors, Sam took the card with a smile.
“Of course.” He paused as he looked at the white card. “Greta.”
He tucked it into his folder, the lifeblood of his job, his entire world. All packed into one little folder. Not having a card of his own, he wrote his name and number onto a piece of paper and tore it out, handing it to Greta.
“In case I lose the card.”
She smiled and tucked it into her bag, turning to watch the band as they walked into the meet and greet area.
“Well, time to get you acquainted with Mister Ryan.”
Greta nodded, completely unsure of what she wanted now.
Chapter 7
Liquid poured down the chest of the woman, Curtis couldn't remember her name or if he'd been told it. It was possible, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was catching the liquid sustenance before it hit the carpet. Fraser was laughing, that wicked smirk offered as he poured the vodka over her breasts and down her body. Curtis was waiting, his face pressed against the apex of her thighs, lapping up the alcohol.
Most of the furniture had been moved out to the corridor under Sam's insistence that it not be put on the balcony. Or over it. The room had been cleared of almost everything. All that remained was a large bed, lounges that belonged to several rooms and the wall mounted television that was set to a music station.
Music was being played loudly, and Sam had already had a visit from Dominic telling him that the management had just left after telling him they'd had multiple complaints. He'd eased their minds, telling them that he would have the boys turn it down. Dominic was wasting his breath if he thought that telling them to turn the music down was a good idea, so he didn't. He merely told Sam that management had been, complained and left again.
They were in Evan's room, but his things were in Jaxon's room, making way for a theft-free night that poor pokey didn't have to worry about. Getting in before any issues happened, he confiscated their phones and bags with the promise that they would get them back before they were unceremoniously kicked out in the morning.
Sam looked around the room with quiet dismay, he knew they would be difficult to wake in the morning. Evan was standing on the bed, naked as the day he was born and playing his guitar for three equally naked women who were sitting on the bed in absolute rapture.
Jaxon had made himself a fort and had several women under the sheet. He saw a flash of the camera and knew that the bastard had just added to his collection. Sam wondered if he should just concede defeat now and plod along at his own happy pace. He was no match for these guys, not when they could have them in total awe.
A giggle erupted from beneath the sheet, howls of laughter as the sheet pulled away revealing two women in a rather compromising position and another upending her beer. Jaxon wrapped the sheet around his waist and then moved. Sam wished he hadn't. He didn't need to see Austin and the woman that was happily riding him.
“Pokey, what are you doing over there?” Jaxon called out. “You seem rather overdressed.”
“I didn't think you'd care Mister Ryan. Are you really interested in seeing me in all my glory?”
Jaxon shrugged, upending the last of his beer.
“Just thought you'd be wanting to get the numbers up. Can't do that looking like a stuffed shirt.”
He turned his head with a sly grin, looking at the two on the floor at his feet. It was a mighty fine sight to see two lovely ladies enjoy each other, but he wanted to break through the wall that pokey had up, to find the wild man that was beneath the suit.
“Ladies, pokey needs some attention.”
One lifted her head from between the legs of the other and looked at Sam, then turning to Jaxon.
“Is that pokey?”
“It is, I called him that because he poked his doodle berry in my face. I told him that I don't suck doodle berries, but he was...” Jaxon feigned his hurt with a sniff. “You've gotta help him, he needs to be reminded how nice it is to play with a lady.”
They stood slightly confused, one leaned into Jaxon.
“Is he gay?” She whispered.
“No darlin', he just needs to get laid. Go rock his world.”
The two of them sauntered over to Sam who looked like he was about to have a meltdown. Jaxon turned from the view of two delectable backsides and looked at Fraser, giving him a knowing nod.
Once Sam was down to nothing and had two delightful women entertaining him, Jaxon slipped out of the room and began to prepare things for later.
“Jax?” Fraser called out quietly.
A light flicked on showing Jaxon had dressed in a pair of jeans. He gave his friend a nod and returned to his search.
“Did you find them?”
Jaxon grinned with a filthy smile and tossed the handcuffs to Fraser.
“Aus found this on his little trip around town. I gotta say, it was a smooth move. Right under his nose and all.”
Fraser looked at the harlequin mask with a long nose, wondering how Austin had managed to find it with a trail of fans and a security guard tagging along. It was a pitfall of fame in his opinion, the inability to go shopping without someone watching. Or a lot of them watching.
“Is he drunk yet?”
“Slowly,” Fraser grumbled. “Too busy with his face buried in a chest.”
“Chill out Fras, he'll get there. Just got to pull the threads and find the right spot.”
Fraser huffed as he rolled his eyes, turning out of the room.
The right spot was several rounds of tequila slammers, Sam was in a good mood and happily ignoring everything that the band members did. He'd gotten laid again for the second time that night, grateful the pretty woman was able to take her own photo. Sam thought he was definitely in no state to be operating a camera.
“Hey, there pokey,” Jaxon said as he sat beside Sam.
He was grateful a woman was sitting on his lap, Sam was still naked below.
“Mister Ryan.” Sam slurred. “How can I be of assistance?”
“I was just checking in, you know, make sure you're keeping track of your conquests.”
Sam frowned as he searched for his phone and handed it to Jaxon. He took a quick flick through the pictures, noting with interest that Sam had started earlier than he had expected.
“Well then,” Jaxon grumbled. “Who’s been a busy boy?”
He showed Fraser the picture who was suitably shocked.
“Damn,” Fraser muttered.
“You know pokey, we think that you need to be inducted into the hall of fame. Towel him Fras.”
Fraser tossed a towel at Sam who wrapped it around his waist, the woman on his lap quickly moving onto Jaxon's.
“Beer time.”
Sam took the offered beer,
looking at the bleary figure that he thought could have been Evan. Maybe it was Austin. He didn't care, he was having too much fun.
“So, induction time. My lovely, I have a rather important job for you.”
She giggled and took the offered phone from Jaxon, standing and waiting at the end of the bed. Fraser and Jaxon helped Sam to the end of the four-poster bed, cuffing him by the wrists over his head.
“Now you, my lovelies, when I say so I want you to remove the towel and you I want to take a photo,” Jaxon said in a low voice.
They nodded, and he turned to the one who will remove the towel.
“Extra special job for you. Make him hard before the photo is taken. Okay?”
“Sure.” She said with a grin.
“No one else in the picture, alright?”
The other one nodded, and they all turned to see Fraser putting the harlequin mask on Sam's face.
“Okay pokey, you need to close your eyes, and the lovely lady is going to give you a great blow. We're all gonna go into the next room, none of us need to see it. Right boys?”
Fraser huffed and rolled his eyes, yet again. He didn't want to see it and didn't know why Jaxon needed to state the obvious.
“Okay my lovely, the man is yours to play with.”
Everything moved with precision, Sam closed his eyes while everyone piled out of the room. The woman dropped the towel and began to do as she was told. Jaxon gave her the nod, and she backed away, with another nod the picture was taken.
Happy with the events, Jaxon took the phone and left the two women to finish Sam off. Jaxon and Fraser grinned at each other as they set about creating havoc for pokey.
“He's a bit of a dark horse,” Austin muttered as he leaned over to look at the pictures on Sam's phone. “Did any of us know that he'd had one while we were performing?”
“Nope.”
Austin said nothing more, contemplating the state of the competition. He didn't want to lose to the damned assistant and wanted to strangle Jaxon for suggesting it. His attention was turned to his favorite and if he had it his way, only cousin. Curtis was blind rotten drunk yet again. Austin hated how his life was going to be ruined at the hands of his asshole parents and siblings.
