by TM Watkins
He got up and gently shook Curtis.
“Buddy, wake up.”
“What?” Curtis said confused.
Austin looked down at the bewildered man, unable to keep his eyes open and barely coherent.
“Party is over, time to stick your head in the bowl or go to bed.”
“No bowl,” Curtis mumbled as Austin lifted him to his feet.
The world swayed and, in an instant, he regretted that last beer. Or maybe it was the last five beers.
“Maybe the bowl then.”
Austin nodded with a pained sigh and wrapped Curtis's arm over his shoulder, helping him to the bathroom.
“You sit there until you're alright again.”
Curtis slumped to the cold tiles in the bathroom and gasped when water rained down on him. Through bleary eyes, he saw Austin standing at the door to the shower with the water raining down over him.
“If you're going to puke, aim for the drain.”
His head rolled as the words filtered in and out of his ears. Through the haze that was the bliss of ignorance, Curtis happily sat in the shower, sodden and drunk. He didn't want to think, he didn't want to do anything. He just wanted to curl up into a ball and forget about the world that hated him.
Jaxon looked at the two lovely naked ladies that walked into the room through the interconnecting door.
“And how is pokey?”
“Asleep with a mighty big grin.”
“He's sleeping while standing?”
One of the women shrugged a little playfully as she sat on Fraser's lap.
“We moved him, he said he had to get the numbers up and wanted more than a blow.”
“Devious,” Fraser grumbled. “But that doesn't matter. He doesn't realize we cap the numbers for group parties. He can screw until his dick falls off, it won't make any difference.”
She gasped when his calloused fingers slid between her legs, pressing against the flesh. As her legs parted more for him, the other woman was urged up onto her hands and knees by Jaxon.
“Oh, who is a good girl?” He purred, his eyes wild with desire.
As she buried her face, Fraser removed his hand and slid it up her body. Her body writhed with pleasure, fingers deftly played and tugged with her breasts as the other hand brought her head closer.
Her eyes widened at the offering, she'd heard the legendary tales of the bass player of Night Fire, but she didn't believe it was true. The man was definitely gifted. Gently he coaxed her to take him as much as she could. It was never enough for Fraser, but like always he accepted what he got and was grateful. This was better than his hand.
She groaned from her own pleasure, the rumble of it vibrated against Fraser and spurned on his own pleasure. The other woman was now moaning, Jaxon behind her as he fucked her hard. Fraser watched the woman that had her face buried, watching as her eyes closed with the pleasure, her tongue darting over the folds of skin and her lips pressing deep. Girl on girl was by far his favorite, and this would be burned into his memory for years to come.
Chapter 8
The shrill of his phone roused Sam from what had been a blissful slumber. Now he had the mother of all headaches or rather, a hangover. He went to reach for his phone which out of habit he always put on the bedside table. But his hand only went so far before it stopped and metal cut into his skin.
Blearily he looked up at his hand, cuffed to the bedpost. A giggle made him turn, the pretty blonde from the backstage area was in his bed and playing with him.
“You might want to answer your phone, it could be important.”
Sam awkwardly reached for his phone, unable to use is cuffed hand and not wanting to disturb Greta.
“Hello?”
“Saucy Sam?”
“This is Sam, who is this?”
The question was met with silence for a few seconds.
“Just responding to your post.” The man said. “I'm in London if you want to hook up.”
“Hook up for what?” Sam asked, thoroughly confused.
“I know your profile says that you like to be blown, but I'd really like you to be my top.”
Sam frowned as he struggled to sit up, ignoring the pout from Greta.
“Top what? What on earth are you talking about?”
“Okay man, don't blow your stack. I can suck your dick, that's cool.”
“I beg your pardon!” Sam said indignantly. “I have no idea what you're talking about, but I can assure you that I do not require you to blow me... ever!”
Silence again, Sam finally looked at Greta who was frowning with an odd smile.
“Well, then why'd you put an ad on a website for casual hookups for gay men?”
Sam could feel the color drain from his face as the blood slipped away. He wondered if he had done it or if he'd been set up.
“Maybe you could give it a go.” The deep, husky voice continued. “Your picture is amazing. I like thick cocks.”
“I'm ending this call now,” Sam said and promptly ended the call.
For a moment he stared at his phone.
“Everything okay?” Greta asked.
“Those bastards have put my number on a gay hook up site.”
Greta chuckled, taking the phone off Sam and returning it to its place on the bedside table. She took the key and unlocked the cuffs, sitting on his lap. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she draped her arms over his shoulder.
“I do believe we agreed to a breakfast meeting and I am incredibly hungry.”
Sam grinned and rolled Greta onto her back, lazily dragging his tongue over her breasts. She wanted unhurried sex with him, and he was going to grant that wish. Ignoring his phone that began to ring again, Sam continued lower and parted Greta's legs.
With a gasp her body bucked, his hot and wet tongue sliding deep through the folds. Two fingers delved into her, Sam watched as her eyebrows pressed together and her lips part to moan. Breathy whispers escaped over those plump pink lips. As his tongue lapped with a hurried pace, Greta lifted her head to look up, seeing those eyes stare at her with cheekiness.
“Sam.” She whispered.
He pulled away and rolled her onto her knees, her head too hazy with euphoria to lift from the bed. She groaned as his lips and tongue found her again, her ass in the air as he continued his oral assault on her. Fingers parted her, allowing his tongue to flatten and slide through her. Greta groaned hard as the orgasm hit her, flooding through her body with nerve-tingling pleasure. Sam didn't stop, burying deeper and reaching to cup those glorious breasts.
When she looked thoroughly sated Sam wiped the saliva from around his mouth and found a condom, putting it on before her peak could simmer too much. With the very first thrust, she moaned loud and hard, her head still pressed to the bed. Her hands gripped the sheets hard as Sam continued to fuck her from behind.
Greta had lost all sense of time, as had Sam. All she could do was moan with every thrust, feeling him fill her and please her in a way that had never been done before. She'd had boyfriends, one night stands and everything in between but nothing was like this.
Evan looked at his watch as he stood in the corridor, wondering how it was possible that he'd beaten pokey out of bed. It was eight am, and by now Sam should have had them out of bed and getting ready for the day ahead. But he wasn't, and Evan was a little shocked. Maybe Jaxon and Fraser had gone too far last night.
He went to Sam's door and was second away from knocking when he frowned, hearing a noise. Evan pressed his ear to the door and listened to the mating call of a woman. With a wry smile, he turned away and searched out his own bit of entertainment for the morning.
“You've unleashed a monster,” Evan said as he whacked Jaxon with a pillow.
Jaxon snorted awake and looked at Evan.
“What do you mean?”
“Pokey.” Evan returned, gesturing to the wall. “He's banging some chick in his room and damn, it sounds like she's really enjoying it.”
Jaxon didn't believ
e it, he thought Evan was lying. He pulled on his jeans and followed him out of the room and to pokey's door. They were soon joined by Fraser, the three of them listened to the sounds. Oh's and oh gods, don't stop and fuck you're so good emanated from beyond the closed door.
“Is everything okay boys?”
The three of them jumped, turning to see Jerry standing behind them.
“Sure.” Jaxon offered, then the three of them skittered away.
Jerry narrowed his eyes at the door that they had just passed through, noting that it was unlike them to be so jumpy and quick to leave. As he passed Sam's door, he heard the sounds and stood there somewhat shocked.
With a shake of his head, he continued on, wondering why the three of them were listening to Sam and his lady friend. Jerry looked at his watch and crinkled his face, time was escaping them, and they didn't have time to wait for people to finish fornicating. He turned back to Sam's door and knocked on it, the woman stopped moaning.
The door slowly opened, and Sam peeked an eye through the crack.
“Good morning Sam, sorry to interrupt but it's almost eight thirty, and we need to be on the bus in an hour.”
“Of course. I will uh, dress and be out as quickly as I can.”
Jerry nodded with a knowing smile.
“But how quick can you be? I am a man that likes to take his time when dressing.”
Sam could feel the heat rise in his cheeks, wondering if Jerry knew that he wasn't alone in the room. Maybe he'd heard Greta, it's not as if she's a quiet woman.
“But I am distracting you from the task, hurry along Sam.”
Jerry turned away with a wicked smile and left the poor pokey stuttering his response.
Half an hour later Sam was moving through his routine, the band members were slowly trudging through their tasks and Sam had sent all but one groupie on their way.
Greta looked at him, still the stuffed shirt but now he seemed a little looser.
“You're a changed man Sam Easton. If you're ever back in this fair city, make sure you look me up. Don't forget to tell me how the competition is going.”
He nodded as he stared into those big brown eyes.
“Maybe when you're sick of being an assistant for five idiots who don't appreciate you, you can come and be an assistant to a fashion designer.”
The doors to the empty elevator slid open, Greta backed into it with a sultry smile.
“After all, she'll suck your dick every morning, but will they?”
Sam could feel his heart racing, watching the doors slowly slide shut. This was it, make or break. He didn't think that he'd go from one relationship to the next so easily, but he had. Sex with Greta was unbelievable, he was hard again just thinking about her.
His hand slapped to the elevator, stopping the doors from shutting.
“Do you mean it?”
Greta nodded shyly, moving to him. She placed a soft kiss on his cheek as she tugged his tie to bring him closer.
“But you know deep down that as much as they make life difficult, they still need you. Spend your year with them, it's what is right. When you're done, we will have spent a year getting to know each other, and then you can come and see me.”
“I don't know if I want that.”
Because it crossed his mind that a year was a long time. In it, she could meet someone else, and by the time it has passed, she could be married with a kid on the way.
“So, don't participate. If you email me the schedule, we can make times to meet up. I've got a passport, and I am my own boss. So, I can fly wherever, whenever.”
“We could make it work?”
“If you want it to.”
Sam kissed Greta hard, pulling her into his arms. With much satisfaction, he reveled in the feeling of her folding into his arms and holding him tight.
The phone in Sam's pocket shrilled again, he pulled it out and looked at the unknown number. Anger swelled in him, reminding him of how things really were. Rather than looking at his life with this band through love filled eyes, he looked at it with the harsh truth. Last night hadn't been about including him, it had been about the masterful scheme to get him drunk, naked and on the internet. Sam hated the thought that his parents might find out, they wouldn't care either way if he was gay or not but they would be upset that there was a picture of him in the raw out there for everyone to see.
“Hey pokey, your phone is ringing.”
His body tightened at the sound of Jaxon's voice, the soft sniggers from behind.
“Sam, are you okay?” Greta asked, her voice full of concern.
“You know what? I am more than okay. I'm doing great, and I've decided something.”
He pulled her back into the corridor and held her hand as he walked to his hotel room. Ignoring the hoots from the rabble of onlookers, Sam enclosed himself and Greta into the room.
Greta watched with curiosity as she sat on the bed, Sam began to pack all of his things with haste.
“You know, I've realized something and even if you weren't here to help me with the realization, I know that I would have come to it eventually.”
“What's that?”
“That I'm not appreciated.”
She nodded, even seeing things for the few hours as she had, she knew that it was correct. These past few hours had given her a true insight into the world of rock stars and in her opinion, these ones were spoiled brats. It didn't mean that she disliked them or their music, she just knew that they were given whatever they wanted and it made for some massive issues.
“This posting my picture on the internet, it's bad, but it's not the worst thing they've done. Yesterday they hid from me and their security. I have to hide alcohol, remove the contents of their mini bars, remove crazy women and some not so crazy, I have to kick out women who think they're in love or worse, they think that one of them.” Sam hissed as he angrily pointed at the door. “Is in love with the poor girl. They tell them whatever it takes to get them to open their legs or their mouth. Yesterday, I had to ensure that the company that we use to hire the flight staff, removed a flight attendant that was with us and replace her with another one. All because they can't keep their dicks in their pants. How many times do you think I've had to do that?”
Greta shrugged.
“Ten times. I've only worked for them for two years.”
“That is a lot.” She muttered.
Sam dumped the bag near the door and did a quick search through the room, ensuring that everything was packed. Greta stood and took his hands into hers.
“Calm, find that place that makes you relaxed. Do what you need to do but make sure that you will not regret it tomorrow.”
“I would regret walking away from something that could be so good in favor of something that is so wrong.”
He took her hand and picked up his bag, hitching it over his shoulder. When he opened the door, they were all standing on the other side of the corridor, pretending that they weren't misbehaving.
“Sam,” Jerry said as he approached.
“This is for you,” Sam said as he handed back the phone.
Jerry looked at it rather perplexed.
“And this.”
Sam handed over the folder that was his lifeline, minus Greta's business card of course.
“Why are you giving me these things Sam?”
“Because I'm quitting.”
Jerry was stunned at first and then tried as best he could to turn the situation around.
“But what about giving notice? It's in your contract.”
“Yes, that may be so, but it is also in my contract that I will not suffer any sexual harassment while I am working. As it was expected of me to stay with the band members last night, it was deemed a work environment. Maybe you'd like to ask which one of them it was that posted a naked picture of me on a casual gay hook up site on the internet.”
Jerry turned with seething anger to the five men, trying to pick which one was the culprit.
“So, in tha
t instance, you could understand that I have the right to sue. Of course, I would rather just walk away so we can call it a day, right Jerry?”
The man sighed, weary of the tour already.
“Alright, Sam. Fairs fair. I'll have the management release you on the agreement that you will not sue or press charges.”
“Thank you, Jerry.”
With a lot of dismay, Jerry watched Sam and the pretty blonde woman walk to the elevator and disappear into the depths of the hotel.
He turned from the view to the five men that were the source of his problems and saw an empty corridor.
Chapter 9
Jerry had a rather large headache. It was day two of the tour, and they'd done one gig so far, things were going well. That is of course if he ignored the fact that he'd already lost two staff because of the antics of the band members.
Sam's phone rang, an unknown number. Jerry looked across the bus to the sniggers that had broken out and glared at Jaxon. His eyes darted away and returned back to the comic book he was reading. Jerry had given them the lecture, he'd yelled at them about what they did. Sam had the right to press charges, he had the right to hit them with one hell of a sexual harassment lawsuit. One that could cost these boys millions. They were lucky that Sam was a good guy and was happy to walk away.
After yelling at the boys for a good ten minutes, Jerry had to call the office back home. His beloved wife answered, day two and he already missed her like crazy. It didn't matter that she was flying out to meet up with him in Ireland, all that mattered was she was his life and his soul, and she was in another country.
If missing his beloved Eleanor wasn't enough, Jerry had to tell her that Sam had left. They both really liked Sam, he was a nice guy who had worked for them for years. Jerry surmised that it was a mistake to remove him from his job as the assistant to the country singer they managed and giving him the so-called promotion to Night Fire. Sure, Sam was made of stern stuff, but he just didn't have the right dominating nature for these five. It was like they almost needed a parent, one that wouldn't back down from an argument, one that stood their ground and ensured that things were done the right way.
