by K. Renee
Sure as shit, I have scratches up and down my back that are going to sting like a bitch when I get in the shower.
“She a wildcat?”
“Fuck, you have no idea how fucking good the sex was. Top three, hands down.”
I hear Saint come up behind me and he catches me by surprise when he hits me with the crop in the ass.
“You use this on that pretty little brunette?” He grins while hitting it against his hand next.
“No, I use it on myself,” I deadpan.
The others start laughing as they start to fix their hair. I grab my hair shit off the counter and squirt some of the styling mousse into my hands and rub them together before running it through my hair.
Chapter 13
Jericho
The walk of shame was a blast.
His friend saw me in his shirt and nothing more than that. Normally that isn’t a big deal to me, but then I recognized his friend from the club. He was the one I was checking out before I walked right into Wren.
Plus, doing the walk of shame is never a good look on a woman.
It always makes me feel cheap and whore-like, which is why I never do it in the first place. I never fuck on the first date and I sure as hell never let a stranger tie me up to a bed. I put my hand to my head as I stand in the empty hallway outside of his room. I’m an idiot. A very satiated idiot, but an idiot nonetheless.
Instead of standing like a loser in this hallway any longer than normal, I make my way to the elevator and ride it down to the casino floor. At least one of the perks of being in a hotel is that I don’t have to try like hell to get a damn cab. I just have to stand there and look like the girl who got fucked last night and wait for the next available cab to show up at the front doors, all while the valet stares at me.
I swear the cabbie thought that I was a hooker. He kept checking me out in the mirror the whole way to my apartment. Part of me wanted to just get out and walk the rest of the way, but my body was way too sore to even think about doing that. Plus, it was already in the high eighties when I stepped foot outside and that is way too hot for me to think about walking in three-inch heels and a cardigan.
Walking into my apartment, it feels like it is a hundred degrees in here and I can feel the sweat already starting to form in between my tits and down my back. Shutting the door, I rush to the thermostat and turn it down as low as it goes. Walking over to the freezer, I open it and stand in front of the damn thing until I cool down at least a few degrees.
Instead, I grab the ice cream from the freezer and a spoon from the drawer and head right to my couch.
If nothing else, I am going to get fat eating ice cream while sweating my ass off.
After I polish off the entire carton of ice cream, I get up and make my way to the shower. I might as well get it over with now that my apartment is starting to cool off. One thing I love about working in the club is that I get to spend hot summer nights in the beautiful air conditioning and not having to sweat my ass off at home.
I quickly shower, washing my hair and body before getting out and drying off. Instead of getting dressed right away, I make my way into my room and collapse on the bed. I think about checking my phone, but I’m currently too lazy to even move from my spot.
My bedroom is the coldest room in the apartment for the most part and I love it that way. God, I didn’t even notice that it was hot in his hotel room. He must have had the air cranked up because even when we were breaking a sweat, I didn’t mind being cuddled up in his arms.
Shit, I really need to stop thinking about him. I don’t need to find feelings for him when I know that he is leaving town by the end of the weekend. We had our fun and now I am back to my regularly scheduled life of being five bad dates away from becoming a cat woman, minus the smelly cats.
I swear I’m going to be one of those bad reality TV stars, one that has to go on television to find love because I’m too plain and boring to find it on my own. God, I sound even more pathetic now than I did before I slept with Wren.
I guess at least I can die knowing that I at least got one more amazing round of sex before my vagina went completely dry from the lack of use that it will probably get.
Sighing, I roll over to grab my phone and I realize that I didn’t bring it with me into my room. Getting up, I walk into the kitchen and grab my purse. Opening it, I search the whole damn thing three times before I start to search everywhere else.
There is no way I could have lost it. I had it with me in my bag when I left Wren. I think of all the places that I went from then until now.
“Fuck,” I groan. Maybe I left it in the cab that I took here. “Goddammit,” I mutter as I continue to search every inch of my small living room and kitchen. I come up blank and I can feel myself start to panic.
There are naked pictures on that phone and if it gets into the wrong hands, I can only imagine what some little punk ass high schooler would do if he found them. For one, he would probably jack off to them, but he would probably be a little troll and post them all over the internet for the whole world to see. God, I sure hope that the cabbie found it.
On second thought, maybe not.
He would spend all his free time jacking off to those photos. There is no doubt about that. I’m sure he would rub his shit raw with his hand staring at those damn things. I should have never let that asshole take those photos in the first place.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I know I should nap before work, but there is no way I’m letting some snot-nosed teen or a damn horny cabbie ruin my life.
Yeah, yeah. I know I’m being way over dramatic, but I can’t help it. I want like hell to find that phone. If I do find it, I am definitely deleting every photo on there so no one can ever see them again.
When I realize that I’ve spent all my damn time searching for that damn phone, I get dressed and take a cab to work. It happens to be the same cabbie from earlier and when I ask him about my phone, he just grins at me.
Part of me feels disgusted that he is still checking me out and the other part wants to beat him with my bag to see if he does, in fact, have my phone with him.
“Just tell me if you found my phone earlier. Simple question,” I say through gritted teeth. I might just hit him just for the hell of it come to think about it.
He tells me no, but how he wished he did. Maybe I dropped it somewhere during my walk of shame.
By the time I get to work, I’m already fifteen minutes late. If my luck couldn’t get any worse, as soon as I walk through the door, Elias is standing at the bar waiting for me.
I straighten my shoulders and hold my head up high as I make my way to the bar to grab my usual glass of water before I make my way to my office to check who is on the VIP list for the night.
“Jericho.” His voice is like ice and his expression isn’t much better. He’s staring at me like I killed his dog and I don’t want to do this right now.
The bartender hands me my drink and leaves before Elias can say a word to me other than my name.
“Didn’t realize you slept with the club goers now. I guess I should pay more attention to your fraternizing.” His eyes scan me up and down and I get a bad gut feeling that something is going to happen tonight.
I knew I should have called in sick, but since I couldn’t find my phone, I didn’t really have the option.
“Is that all?” I ask.
I don’t want to listen to him berate me just like all the other men have in my life. I just wish for once that a guy wouldn’t use me for what they want – sex. It’s the only thing that makes them happy it seems.
He dismisses me without a word and stalks off toward the DJ booth.
Sighing, I make my way to my office. As soon as I get behind the black curtain, I realize that the last place I remember having my phone was when I was in Wren’s room. He was on my phone talking to Darious, then his buddies showed up and I left without much more. I could have sworn my phone was in my purse, but he must have not put it bac
k in there.
Looks like I have no choice but to head over to his hotel room after work to get my phone back from him.
Walking into my office, I shut the door behind me and lock the door. I don’t really want another scene like last night where Elias tried to shove his tongue so far down my throat that I almost suffocated.
Pressing the back of my head against my door, I take a few calming breaths before making my way over to the desk and turn on my computer. The first thing I do is pull up the VIP list and see that Elias has his friends on the list again. Maybe I won’t have to go to his place again after all. Hopefully, he brings my phone with him and it saves me the trip and another walk of shame in the morning.
Who am I kidding? I would love another night with that man. The things he did to my body were out of control. I’m craving more and every time I look at the corner of my desk, I get wet just thinking of his body pressed to mine.
I can be considered clinically insane. I don’t know him from any other man on the streets of Las Vegas and he is the only thing running through my head right now. Yes, insane. That’s the fucking truth.
A knock on the door brings me from all thoughts of Wren and being insane. Getting up from my chair, I slowly make my way over to the door and listen to see if I can tell who is on the other side of it. When I don’t hear a damn thing, I unlock the door and open it hesitantly. I keep my heeled foot behind it so if it’s Elias, he can’t just barge his way in here like last night.
“Hey, Jer. We got some VIPs in early. Elias wanted me to let you know.”
I sigh and nod my head.
“Thanks, Mikey. I’ll be there in a minute.” He gives me a grin before he makes his way back down the hall and out the black curtain.
Turning on my heel, I make my way back to my desk and lock the screen on my computer before deciding that I can do this. If it’s his little group of friends again, I can get my phone back and ignore him the rest of the night. Easy peasy.
I’m a master at turning guys down and Wren will be no different tonight.
I just need to get my raging vagina to get the same message and not go seeking him out tonight. I don’t need to find myself naked and in his bed for the second night in a row.
Chapter 14
Wren
The closer we get to this damn interview, the itchier I get. I don’t know why the thought of being on the air gets to me so badly, but it does. I can stand on a stage in front of thousands and not bat an eye, but when we do shit like this, I can’t handle it.
Most of the time I bow out of meet and greets for the same reasons.
People typically only want one thing from us and when we are Arduous Murder, we give them what they want. But when I’m just plain Wren Scott, I want to just hide away in my own little world. Preferably a world where I have a naked woman tied to my bed while I take the crop to her ass.
Just thinking about a naked woman, all thoughts head right back to Jericho and the sexy as fuck librarian outfit she wears. I imagine what she would look like on her knees looking up at me just like she was in the photo I sent myself.
“Hey, guys! I am so glad that you could stop by on such short notice.”
The girl’s voice brings me out of my thoughts of Jericho and I look up to see her decked out in head to toe gothic attire. She’s got black skinny jeans on and a black tank that has the rocker fist plastered to her front. Tattoos cover most of her arms and chest and she’s even got gauges in her ears stretching them.
“I am such a huge fan and so excited to get to interview you.” You would think that she was a pretty chick by the high pitched tone of her voice, but she is anything but.
“Nice to meet you,” Saint says first.
He reaches out a hand to shake with hers and I swear I just heard her squeal a little at touching his hand. We all take our turns shaking her hand and she squeals with each one of us.
Once introductions are done, she brings us toward the studio and points to the seats that we get. I take the one closest to the door and put the headset on quickly so I don’t have to hear any of the small talk that they continue to have.
I pull out my phone and send a text to Seth asking if they are heading to the club again. When he responds yes, I ask him to see if Jericho is there.
I don’t know what it is about her, but fuck I can’t get her off my mind no matter what I do. She is coming back to the hotel with me tonight and I am not taking no for an answer. I want to spend as much time as I can, buried deep inside her cunt until I leave on Tuesday and she is exactly what the doctor ordered.
“Hello KUNT listeners, this is Las Vegas’ number one station for metal music! We are here in the studio with the amazing guys from Arduous Murder! I don’t know if you heard, but they are playing a show tomorrow night at the Hard Rock! I am so excited to see you guys live. Did you guys just throw this show together? I heard it just randomly popped up and sold out in like what, ten minutes?”
“Ha, yeah we wanted to give back to our fans and do a little show while we were in town and we love the Hard Rock, so we thought that it would be the perfect spot,” Dek says with a grin.
He’s the one who gets to say all that shit because he knows that if it were up to me, I would say fuck it and tell the fans that the only reason we are doing the show is because our shitty manager scheduled it without telling any of us.
“So, there is a lot of speculation about you guys lately. There are talks about new music and a brand new tour.”
“Yeah, we are still writing and perfecting what’s next. As for a tour, we start back on the road in a few weeks. We will be going out of the country to finish the last leg of our current tour. Once the new album is out and everything, we will be back to touring the states,” Saint chimes in.
This shit comes naturally to all of them while I continue to sit here pretty much silent while I listen to their answers.
“Awesome. So we have some caller questions that we would love to hear your answers to if you’re all up for it.”
A chorus of ‘yeah’s’ fills my headphones and I mentally groan. I hate when they ask us personal questions.
“Question one: Where do you get your inspiration for what you write?” The girl looks directly at me and Saint nudges me in the side to answer.
“I get most of the stuff I write from life experiences. If I get my heart broken, I write about it. If I had a terrible month, I put the words down and turn it into a song instead of dwelling on it.” I rub my hands together and try not to let any of my past slip into my head. If I do, that shit will eat me alive and there will be no way in hell that I’ll be able to get a song done in just a few hours.
“Wow, so does that mean some of the breakup songs you guys have released were based on a girl who broke your heart, Trigger?”
I grimace. I don’t talk about my bitch of an ex to anyone and I sure as hell won’t be telling thousands of listeners either.
“Trigger has written some, and I’ve written some. In a way, at least for me, it helps you move on,” Saint adds, so I don’t have to answer.
“Saint E, do you write from life experiences as well?” the chick asks.
“Yeah, I think most musicians do,” he answers, leaving it at that.
“Alright, next fan question. Boxers or briefs?” She giggles a little at that question and I just shake my head and look down at my hands as the guys start answering.
“Boxer briefs,” Saint and Shadow both answer in unison.
“Boxers,” Dek Hollow answers before all eyes turn to face me.
“Commando,” I answer on a sigh. I hate these fucking questions and just want this shit done with.
“I’m sure all the girls love that,” the host giggles. I have to fight myself to keep from rolling my eyes at her.
“Next question is for Dek Hollow. What do you consider your greatest achievement?”
I watch him run his hand through his hair before answering. Instead of listening to his answer, I check the text that S
eth replied with a yes. I send him another message asking him if Elias is still all butt hurt about last night and his response is quick.
Seth: He said he hopes you don’t show up since the rest of the band came to town.
Me: He’s still such a little bitch. Keep an eye on Jericho and don’t let him near her.
One thing that Seth is good at is running interference. He’s been doing it for years for the rest of us when it comes to Elias.
Another question is asked and I’m still way too far into my own head to hear it. An elbow hits me in the rib and when I look up, they are all staring at me again.
“Girlfriend,” Saint whispers away from the mic.
“No, no girlfriend for me,” I answer, giving him a look.
The host goes on about some other things and what we have coming up and shit before she ends her interview with us.
“Thank you Arduous Murder for coming to hang out with me today. This is Lexi and I hope to see you guys at the show tomorrow night!”
I sigh in relief when they say that we are done. I get out of my chair and set my headphones back where I got them. I have a night with a girl that I need to push from my head. I give women one weekend with me when I do these little vacation things. Two nights of the best sex of their lives before I leave with no trace of me or who I am behind.
“Yo, space cadet. You may want to pull your head out of your ass. We have a song to write before tomorrow night and at least two of us need to learn it.” Dek’s glaring at me like I don’t know what I have to do.
We’ve been doing this shit for years and one more night with Jericho isn’t going to change that shit. I’ll write the song in no time and still have enough time to fuck her into submission.
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Five and a half hours later and I finally have a song written. I hand it off to Saint and he reads it over, tapping his fingers to an imaginary beat. When he gets to the end of it, he stares at it for a second before looking up at me and grinning.
“You seriously just busted this whole thing out just so you can go find that girl again, huh?”
