by Tania Sparks
This time me and Trixie ask to go out into the audience rather than watch from back stage. At first Ash isn’t too happy about the idea because he can’t keep an eye on me as easily, but after speaking to security, they manage to put us right in the front row. A security guard is seconded to watch us and keep us safe the entire the time.
The show is amazing as usual. Being backstage is great, but watching the show from the front row is awe-inspiring! We can see everything. It’s incredible. Unfortunately we can also hear all the screaming girls and obscenely indecent offers from the groupies and hopefuls that surround us. But I know that Ash is mine, so I’m smug to know that I’ll be the only one going home with him tonight.
Chapter 22
After spending a few hours at the after-party Nikki, Trixie, me and Ash all head back to the bus. We’re exhausted and are desperately in need of some sleep. Scott follows soon after and Cody and Hansen follow an hour or so later.
By the time morning comes around the bus is already well on its way to the next stop, apparently we’re only an hour out. Trixie and I make some bacon, scrambled eggs and toast for everyone and we all eat breakfast.
As we get closer, we pull off the highway and make a detour to the airport. Trixie has to fly back home to LA this morning. She has some paperwork and staff scheduling to do at work this afternoon and then she has a night shift to supervise at the club tonight.
As we pull into the airport Nikki pulls Trixie into the back room to get some privacy for their goodbye. We can hear lots of giggling and squeals. After a few minutes they come out wrapped around each other. Trixie says goodbye to everyone. We give each other a warm hug and arrange to speak on the phone later that day. Nikki grabs her suitcase for her and follows her down the steps and out the bus door. We all yell our goodbyes and the door closes behind them. After a few minutes Nikki gets back on the bus looking a bit deflated.
There’s no concert tonight but the band have back-to-back interviews scheduled throughout the day so they’ll be really busy, leaving me to myself once again.
“What time do you guys have to get going?” I ask Ash.
“In about an hour.” Ash says, “Hey Angel, why don’t you come with us, most of the interviews only last about fifteen or twenty minutes, so the majority of the time we’re just travelling in the limo between appointments or hanging around the radio studios waiting for our turn. It has to be better than hanging around here by yourself.”
I think Ash is quite mindful that I get bored just sitting around, and now that Trixie’s gone I guess he wants to keep me as occupied as possible. “Yeah, that doesn’t sound too bad.” I say, “At least I get to spend some time with you rather than being stuck here by myself with nothing to do.”
The guys all get ready for the interviews, they dress and decorate themselves as if they are about to go on stage. They look pretty cool. I get dressed into my skinny jeans, a sexy black top and put on some strappy black heels. Once we’re all ready to go we jump into the limo and head to the first radio interview.
Unfortunately when we get there Beth is already there, ready and waiting to primp and fuss over the guys. I guess I should have expected her to be here, but I sigh in disappointment as she fluffs and flirts with each of the guys, playing special attention to Ash. I can already feel that she’s going to drive me absolutely crazy if I have to watch her all day. Ash tries to keep me close but they’re constantly being hustled and moved around the studio to where they need to be. Beth makes sure that she keeps central to all the discussions and gives the radio DJs lists on what they can and can’t ask. It all seems a bit over the top to me, but what do I know, it’s not something I have experience in. The guys go inside the recording studio, Beth accompanies them and I get shuffled off to the side and end up waiting in an empty hallway by myself.
By the time the guys are finished and are being trundled off to their next appointment, I’m already getting a bit uptight and annoyed. Ash tries to keep me involved and as close to him as possible, but it’s difficult when they’re being pushed and pulled around, mainly by Beth. I might be being paranoid, but it looks rather deliberate to me.
At the end of the second interview, which went exactly the same as the first, I’m just about tearing my hair out. I tell Ash that I would prefer to just go back to the tour bus and wait for him there. He’s extremely apologetic, but I know it’s his job. I don’t want to get in the way and I’m dying of boredom just waiting around and being shoved to the side all the time.
The limo pulls up to another radio studio for the third interview of the day. Ash asks the limo driver to take me back while they’re inside and gives me an apologetic kiss. Him and the guys all jump out of the limo and head inside the studio. Just as we’re about to pull away there’s a knock on the limo window. The driver winds down the window that’s next to me. Beth leans down with a sly smile on her face, “Don’t worry sweetie, I’ll take good care of him while you’re gone. I know this isn’t really your thing, so just leave it to those of us that know what we’re doing.” Before I get a chance to tell her where to go, she disappears and rushes off towards the guys, placing her arm around Ash’s waist as they walk inside the studio entrance. Just as we’re pulling away I see Ash roughly remove her arm and say something to her with a nasty scowl on his face. I leave feeling pleased that Ash really can’t stand her any more than I can, even if she is ignorant to that fact.
The limo pulls up to a swanky hotel. I start to explain to the driver that he’s made a mistake and he was supposed to take me back to the tour bus, but he explains to me that there’s been a change of plans and we’ll all be staying at the hotel tonight instead. Apparently all our bags have already been taken up to our rooms. I check in with the front desk and I’m given the keys to a penthouse suite.
When I get inside there’s an envelope on the entrance table with my name on it. I open it up.
Angel, sorry this morning was so boring. I’ve arranged for the hotel spa to see you as soon as you arrive, they will spoil and pamper you for the rest of the afternoon. I hope you enjoy it more than traipsing around with us misfits. I miss you already and can’t wait to see you when we get back about six. Lots of love, Ash xx
I spend a wonderful afternoon getting pampered and being completely indulged. It’s relaxing and extremely enjoyable. I must make sure to give Ash a special thank you for his thoughtfulness. I finish up at the spa at just after five and go back to the suite. I feel clean, fresh and relaxed. I throw on one of the fluffy white bathrobes and plonk myself down on the couch with a glass of wine as I flick through the television stations to try to find something worth watching.
At six Ash comes in looking exhausted from a long day of interviews. I get up from the couch and saunter towards him. We wrap ourselves around each other. Ash rests his head on my shoulder, his warm soft lips kissing my neck as he mumbles, “I missed you Angel.”
I stroke my hands up and down his back. “I missed you too Ash.”
He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his hips as he walks us towards the couch. He sits down, pulling me with him so I’m straddling his lap facing him. His hands move to my waist and he loosens the tie on my bathrobe, slowly slipping his hands inside. A low growl emanates from his throat. “Holy shit Angel, you’re naked under here.”
“Mmm, so I am.” I sigh batting my eyelids.
“Did you have a nice afternoon?” He mumbles, totally distracted by his intent removal of my bathrobe.
“I had a great afternoon thanks Ash, I was very spoilt. I don’t know how I can thank you enough.”
“Oh, I can think of one or two ways you can demonstrate your thanks.” He sniggers as he nuzzles his face into my neck, nibbling and sucking.
His warm mouth feels wonderful sliding against my skin and I hum in appreciation. “How did the rest of the interviews go?” I ask.
“Argh, it was hell Angel, the same old questions, the same old thing over and over again. It was a fucking drag actually and I
really missed you. The whole day’s just been exhausting. Thank god we don’t have a show tonight. Is it okay with you if we just crash here in the hotel and order room service?” He pushes the bathrobe off one of my shoulders and strings kisses gently along my collar bone.
“That sounds perfect Ash. It’s our last night before I head off to New York tomorrow morning, so a night in sounds great.”
Ash grunts at the reminder that I’ll be leaving for a few days. “Hmm, I’d almost forgot you were going tomorrow. You know I’m going to be a grumpy bastard when you’re gone.”
He reaches down and lifts my bathrobe back up over my shoulders and pulls the front across to cover my body. “Hold that thought Angel, I just need to quickly jump in the shower.” He lifts me off him and gently places me down on the couch beside him. He gets up, gives me a chaste kiss on my forehead and heads off towards the bathroom. Looking over his shoulder he asks, “Would you mind ordering some dinner from room service?”
“Sure, no problem.” I say, I little confused at his sudden change in affection, but I guess he’s just a bit grouchy about me going tomorrow. I pick up the phone and order some food, asking them to bring up something special for dessert a bit later, maybe I can cheer him up with a little surprise.
After a while Ash comes wondering out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and droplets of water dripping down his muscled chest. I take my time perusing him from where I’m sitting on the couch. Ash grins at me perceptively, “See anything you might miss when you’re in New York Angel?”
“Mmmm, I do.” I beckon him to come closer. He starts to stroll towards me with a self-assured grin on his face. We’re interrupted by a knock on the hotel room door, “Room Service.” the attendant yells out.
Ash smirks, “Saved by the bell.”
I pout my lips and sulk dramatically.
Ash walks to the door and opens it up. The room service delivery girl is startled at the sexy man answering the door wearing just a towel as she stutters, “Where, where would you, where would you like it?”
An amused Ash flashes his panty-dropping grin and rumbles, “Wherever you’d like is just fine with me sweetheart.”
The poor girl just stands there silent and stunned, not knowing how to take Ash’s blatant innuendo.”
He lets the flustered girl suffer for a few seconds before he steps aside and gestures towards me, “Just somewhere over by my girlfriend would be good.”
“Of course.” She says ducking her head as her face turns bright red and she shuffles past him then clanks the trays down on the coffee table. She frantically looks between me and Ash for someone to sign the receipt. She’s way too shy and flustered to ask Ash, so she quickly asks me to sign and scuttles out of the room as quickly as she can.
I laugh. “You’re incorrigible Ash, and you should really put some clothes on before you answer the door!”
“Where would the fun be in that?” he laughs.
He pulls the coffee table up close to the couch and sits down next to me. The food smells amazing and we scoff it down keenly. We’re obviously both really hungry. Once we’re finished eating Ash wipes his mouth with his napkin and puts it down on the coffee table. He scoots over closer to me, grasps my hand and tentatively asks, “Angel, can I ask you something?”
“Yeah…” I reply cautiously.
“Do you really have to go to New York? Is it really that important?” He pouts and blinks his best puppy dog eyes at me.
“Ash…we’ve already gone over this. It’s only a few days. It’s my job. I’ve already had two wonderful weeks off, but I need to start scheduling in some contracts again. I can’t stay on holiday for ever!”
“So this isn’t even a one-off!” He exclaims, “Are you telling me that this ’ll be a regular thing now, you going off and leaving me all the time.”
“Jesus Ash, it’s not like I enjoy being away from you, but it is my job and there’s no way I can afford to not work. Not only that but I do really enjoy it. Working makes me feel useful. I love my job Ash.”
“More than you love me?” He sulks.
“No Ash, not more than I love you!” I move closer to him and snuggle up, trying to give him some reassurance.
“Then stay with me. Don’t go to New York, don’t go anywhere, just stay with me all day, every day.”
“Ash, you’d get sick of me.”
“No way Angel, I love having you around. I feel lost when you’re not with me.”
“Ash, I need to work, I have an apartment to keep and bills to pay. I have plenty of savings, but I don’t really want to dip into that.”
He smirks at me, “Angel, come on sweetheart, you do realise that I have a shit-load of money don’t you?”
“Ash, you might, but I don’t.”
“Angel, what’s mine is yours.”
“Ash, don’t be ridiculous, I don’t need your money. Besides it’s not as if we’re married.”
“Then marry me Angel.” He grins. “No, I take that back.” He frantically says. “What I mean is I want to marry you, but I plan on keeping my promise. When I ask you, it’ll be properly with flowers and love heart shit. But Angel, just so you know, we’re going to be together for ever, so married or not, anything that I have is yours. You have all of me Angel. Please, honestly you don’t need to work if you’re doing it for the money. I just really want you to stay.”
“Ash, I do need to work, I enjoy it. I need the challenge. It’s only a few days, it won’t kill us.”
“It might kill me!” He sulks as he leans down and rests his head on my stomach.
We snuggle together on the couch and flick through some old comedy shows on the television. After about an hour there’s another knock at the door, “Room service”.
Ash looks at me confused.
“I ordered some dessert.” I explain.
“Good thinking Angel, dessert sounds good.” He says casually.
I get up and let the room service attendant in, asking them to put the three silver domed trays and the bottle of champagne onto the side table by the bed in the bedroom. I sign the receipt and the room service attendant leaves.
Ash gets up off the couch and wonders on over to me, “Dessert in bed? What did you order Angel?”
I grin, “Why don’t you have a look.”
I stroll into the bedroom, Ash follows behind. Sitting on the bed I lean back against the headboard.
Ash sits on the side of the bed as he lifts the first dome. “Mmmm, a bowl of strawberries, that sounds nice.”
He lifts the dome from the second plate. “Yum, ice-cream!, I love strawberries and ice-cream!”
He lifts the third dome and looks at me with a wicked grin on his face, “A bottle of chocolate sauce and a can of whipped cream! – I really, really, really love this dessert – Angel Sundae!”
I’m giggling quietly as Ash opens the bottle of champagne. He pours it into the two flutes and hands me a glass. He lets me take a few sips and then takes it gently from my hand and places it back on the bedside table. “Take off your bathrobe and lie down Angel. I’m going to make dessert.”
I remove my bathrobe and lie down on the bed.
Ash grins at me as he scoops up a spoon of ice-cream and feeds it to me.
“Mmmm, that’s good.” I purr. He scoops up another spoonful and puts it into his mouth. “Mmm it is, but I know what would be better.” He takes a spoon of ice-cream and places it on my stomach.
“Oh, that’s cold.” I screech. He quickly leans down and sucks the ice-cream off my skin. His hot soft lips lick and lap at my stomach.
He reaches over and grabs a strawberry and holds it to my lips. I take a bite and the juice runs down my chin. It’s delicious. Ash pops the rest of the strawberry in his mouth. His hand leans down and wipes the spilt juice from my chin with his fingers. He puts his fingers into his mouth and licks them clean. Holy fuck, how can eating strawberries and ice-cream be so deliciously sexy?
Ash stands up and slowl
y removes the towel that is wrapped around his waist. He moves back to the bed and straddles me, sitting just below my hips. He picks up the can of whipped cream and gives it a shake. Then he reaches over and picks up the chocolate sauce. He holds both out in front of him then with a cheeky grin he proceeds to pour the syrup all over me while he sprays the cream all over my breasts.
He leans back to admire his work. “There, perfect!” He exclaims.
He leans down and licks and sucks at the syrup and cream. When it’s almost all gone, he scoots back and settles between my knees, pushing my thighs apart. He picks up the whipped cream and sprays it all over my pussy, then drips the chocolate sauce over me.
“Mmm delicious, my favourite dessert ever!” He exclaims as his mouth lowers, lapping a long erotic stroke.
My body quivers as he lavishes attention on my clit, sucking and licking until I’m on the verge of coming. “Oh my god Ash!” I scream.
“Not yet baby.” He whispers as he withdraws his mouth and grins at me wickedly.
“Okay, my turn.” I say as I quickly sit up, taking him by surprise as I throw him down onto the bed. It’s now him who’s lying down with me straddling his knees. His cock is hard and ready. I pick up the whipped cream and chocolate sauce and cover him with both. I lower my head and swirl my tongue over his tip, sucking the sticky sweetness into my mouth. I take him as deep as I can and suck all the cream and chocolate sauce from him. “Mmm.” I hum, “You’re right, this is the best dessert ever.”
As quick as flash Ash picks me up and flicks me over so I’m lying on my stomach, cream and chocolate sauce smear all over the bed sheets. He nudges my legs apart with his legs and lies on top of me supporting his weight with his arms. Slowly he pushes into me from behind and starts to move back and forth. He gradually picks up the pace as our bodies tremble together. I can feel the sticky sauce between our bodies and the smell of chocolate and sex surrounds us. Our orgasms build rapidly and we both explode together, ripples of pleasure coursing through our bodies. When we’re both completely sated he slides off me and flops down beside me on the messy sheets. “Holy shit Angel, that was amazing.”