Brandon was worried about Mackenzie. After breakfast, she seemed a bit cold and that was unusual for her. He wished he could just admit how he felt to her. He looked back at the bus, wishing the windows weren’t so dark. He would choose her over a groupie any day.
Mackenzie had moved to the couch to watch a movie. She hoped it would distract her, but she had no idea what was going on in it. All she could think of was Brandon and how many fans threw themselves at him. She imagined him outside the bus, girls all over him.
She had not spent that long with him while with the band before. Any time they had a week together, they were alone and rarely met any fans. This time, she was immersed in his world of insanity. Girls screamed his name everywhere they went. The one time they tried to have dinner together; he was mobbed, women kissing and groping him while they begged him to fuck them. They didn’t care she was right there.
She didn’t think she could handle much more of it, especially because none of them knew about her. Then again, what was there to know? She was just Brandon’s friend, his fuck buddy. Could I ever be more to him?
When they had gotten back to the bus after the show the night before, a random groupie tore his pants open and started sucking his cock. Granted, he stopped her, but would he if she weren’t there? How many girls did he actually sleep with in a given week? Her heart ached with the scenes her mind created.
Scott boarded the bus having to use the bathroom. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He could see Mackenzie was upset.
“Nothing,” she lied.
He shrugged and walked to the back of the bus. When he was done, he stopped in front of her. She had obviously been crying. “You know you’re more important to him than those chicks,” Scott assured her as he sat next to him. He put a hand on her thigh. “He's just doing it for appearances. It’s his job.”
She sighed. “I know.” She wished her feelings for him had not grown deeper.
Scott looked towards the door; to be sure, they were still alone. They were. “I thought you had an open relationship?”
“Ha!” She felt anger and pain building up quickly. “He’s not really my boyfriend. We’re just fuck buddies.”
A tear slowly fell. She wanted so much more from him. It was at that moment she decided she had to ask Brandon for more. Otherwise, she would have to let him go. She couldn’t go on like they had before. Everything had changed.
“Oh wow.” Scott threw his head back and covered his eyes. “Shit,” he mumbled. Things Brandon had said about wanting more came to him. The looks of fear and anxiety between them had confused him as well. It all finally made sense. “That has to change. It's obvious that’s not enough.”
She turned and hugged him, tears falling. “I don’t wanna push him away.”
“Ssshh, it's OK.” Scott held her, knowing Brandon wanted the same. He couldn’t break Brandon’s confidence, but wanted to fix the situation. “Tell him how you feel,” he whispered. “You may be surprised.”
Giggling made them both turn to the door. Jake and a young blonde were coming up the stairs. He ignored them and sat her on the couch next to them. Then he opened his pants and pulled out his semi-erect penis.
“Suck it, baby.” Jake grabbed her hair when she hesitated and pulled her face to his groin. “Now!” He glared as she looked up at him, nervously. “You said you wanted to hang out with me, so start sucking.”
Beverly’s eyes opened wide when she saw he wasn’t kidding. She was a virgin and quite naïve. She didn’t realize she was expected to please him sexually.
“You gonna do it, or should I go get another chick?” Jake waved his cock in her face.
Scott held Mackenzie back when she moved to stop Jake from holding Beverly’s head to his crotch. “She came here willingly. Leave them alone.” He hugged her. “Anyway, you need to think about how to tell Brandon.”
She glanced over at Jake fucking the girl’s mouth. She had tears falling, but sometimes that happened to her as well. A sigh escaped. She wished Brandon would come inside so she could talk to him, but she was sure she would chicken out yet again.
Jake pulled Beverly’s tube top down, revealing her small, but perky tits. He squeezed one and pushed his dick deep into her throat, feeling her choking. Her resistance was really turning him on. Then he pulled out and yanked her to her feet. Without a word, he ushered her across the room and bent her over the table. Her skirt went up enough to see a thong underneath.
“I need a bit more than a good sucking.” Jake smirked at her firm little ass. “You ready for more?” When she didn’t refuse, he pulled a condom out of his pocket.
Brandon was still outside when he heard a scream. He quickly realized it wasn’t Mackenzie. He figured Jake was probably fucking the little blonde. He turned back to the fan he was talking to. This time it was a teenage boy. They had been discussing strumming techniques. He enjoyed teaching a bit and was glad for the opportunity.
Mackenzie stood when she realized Beverly was crying. Jake had covered her mouth and was fucking her hard. “Stop, you’re hurting her,” she shouted. She watched Jake pull almost all the way out. There was blood on the condom. Her mouth opened wide when she noticed more blood on her inner thighs. “Did she say you could fuck her?”
“Stay out of it!” Jake growled and pushed in as deep as he could. She couldn’t take his full length, but she was tight as hell.
Mackenzie scowled at him. “Is she even legal?”
“Yeah. She showed me her driver’s license, and she didn’t say no. I’m not an asshole. If she said no, I’d move on.” He looked down and saw the red stain. “Oh shit, you were a virgin?” He pulled his hand from her mouth.
Beverly struggled to breathe as she nodded. She never expected her first time to be so painful, but at least it had been Jake Thompson. None of her friends at school would believe he popped her cherry. She had to be sure she had proof.
“You OK?” Jake felt bad he had treated her so roughly. No wonder she screamed.
Sniffling and trying to find a way to calm down, Beverly nodded again. Words were not yet possible. Her pussy burned and felt weird. She sighed with relief when Jake suddenly slowed his rhythm.
“Do you want me to stop?” He would never have fucked her if he knew she was a virgin. He may be a jerk most of the time, but he knew taking away a girl’s purity should be a planned event. “I will if you want me to.”
Mackenzie sat after Beverly shook her head again. “I guess he’s not as bad as I thought,” she told Scott.
“Whoa, damn!” Brandon said as he walked into the front lounge. He watched Jake screwing the cute blonde and wondered how old she was. She looked barely 16. “How about we go to the dressing room early and order Chinese or something? This way Jake can be alone with his young plaything.” He winked at Scott.
Mackenzie saw lipstick stains on Brandon’s cheeks and neck, so her jealousy flared. Instead of getting angry, she pushed off Scott and hugged Brandon. It was hard to hide her emotions from him, but she had to, until it was the right time.
Chapter Sixteen
“Is Gasoline here yet?” Mackenzie excitedly asked while they walked in a back door of the arena in Michigan. She felt like a groupie when she thought about Dean. Technically, she was one of his groupies. She was crazy about him.
Brandon rolled his eyes, jealous. “Yeah, I saw their bus.” He led her to Wicked End’s dressing room. “You can find him later.” He had hoped she was kidding about wanting to fuck him, but she obviously wasn’t.
The room was quiet, only a few people milling around and no fans yet. Scott and Austin were sitting on a couch talking and eating. Jake and Chico were not there though.
Mackenzie headed right for the platter of fruit. Her stomach was rumbling. They had not stopped to get dinner because they were late. Either she or Chico usually cooked, but they needed to go food shopping. They were out of almost everything.
Just as Brandon grabbed a sandwich, his phone rang. He quickly answered. “Hey, Tom
what’s up?”
“You guys get here yet?” Tommy had gotten Jake’s message that they were stuck in traffic an hour ago and worried they would be really late.
Brandon smiled. “Yep, just got here a few minutes ago. Thanks for the spread. We’re all starving.” He took a large bite and tried to chew silently.
“You know we always get everyone taken care of.” Tommy grinned. Gasoline headlined the show that night. “There’s a bunch of girls ready to pounce on you guys, you want me to tell security to pick a few out and send them your way? Maybe two each or something?”
Mackenzie sat down on the couch. She wiggled her hips, forcing Scott and Austin to separate on purpose. “Where did Jake and Chico disappear to?” She took a bite of a sandwich. “They almost flew off the bus when we got here.”
Austin laughed. “Gasoline’s here. They headed for their dressing room. It’s probably bursting with girls. They have an endless supply of female fans.”
Scott smirked. “Yeah, the type that start dropping clothes before you even have your dick out. Tommy and Dean attract more fans than we got put together. It’s gonna be a madhouse over there.”
Her face fell, disappointed. That meant it was going to be hard to meet Dean. She looked down at her backstage pass. It said Wicked End then Brandon beneath it. He had told her it was so none of the other bands tried to woo her away from him.
A knock on the door made them all turn their heads. After the door opened slowly, Kevin Adams walked in the room. “Scott?”
Scott scowled for a few seconds then relaxed. He wanted to let the anger go. “I’m right here.”
Kevin closed the door behind himself and walked into the room. The glare from Austin made him hesitate. “Um, I wanted to talk to you. Is that OK?” It was something he should have done years ago.
“I said all I’m gonna say to you.” Scott breathed deeply, trying to forget the last time they saw each other.
Kevin was the lead guitarist from Ace of Spades, Scott’s old band. He was the reason Scott left the band that he had started in high school. One night, when they were both drunk, Scott gave Kevin a blowjob. The next day, Kevin regretted it and accused Scott of forcing him into it, in front of a room full of people.
“I’m sorry.” Kevin stood in front of Scott. “I was a dick and scared because I liked it.”
Scott got up and walked several feet away. “If I knew you guys were here, I would’ve stayed on the bus.” He hated any time Ace of Spades was in the same town they were. He had been humiliated when involuntarily outed. He was glad at least the fact he was bisexual was not spread around the whole country. It was something he wanted private. “You told everybody I was fucking gay! You asked me to suck you off, fuckhead! I didn’t make you do shit.” He took a few deep breaths, glad he finally said aloud what he said in his head a hundred times.
“Yeah, I did.” Kevin looked down. “I was curious.” He looked at his feet. “Then you made me cum, and I felt like I did something wrong.”
Austin got to his feet. “Do you know how fucked up that was?” He hated how that made Scott feel. He cared a lot for his lover.
Scott put up a hand. “I got it, Austin. Relax.” He turned back to Kevin. “They all made me feel like I was a rapist. No one would even come near me. You ruined everything.” That incident was one of the reasons he had moved to California.
“I know. You’re right.” Kevin felt so much guilt over the entire situation. “I was an asshole. I told the rest of the guys I lied. They all know the truth. Everyone does. I swear.” He looked to Scott, who didn’t move. “Please, say something. I am truly sorry.”
Austin put an arm around Scott’s shoulders. “I think he means it.” He knew the whole story. “Forgive him.”
Scott met his eyes. “But…”
“Don’t.” Austin held a finger over Scott’s lips and whispered in his ear, “You’ll feel better.”
Kevin looked away, feeling like he was intruding. He looked around the room. Everyone was just watching and waiting. He wondered if it was obvious to anyone else that the two of them were much more than friends.
Brandon folded his arms over his chest. He didn’t know that Kevin had been that cruel. All he had been told was he and Kevin disagreed on his lifestyle. Scott clammed up anytime that day came up.
“Think about how much fun we had over the years.” Kevin was trying a new tactic. “Remember the first time we played ‘Damage Inc.’ at the Sandpit?” It had been both their favorite songs since junior high school.
Scott could see them on stage that night, pretending they were Kirk Hammett and James Hetfield. Back then, Scott was the lead singer/rhythm guitarist of Ace of Spades. Metallica was his greatest influence. He started to remember how many good times they had together before it fell apart.
“OK, OK…” Scott pulled back from Austin and put a hand out to Kevin. “I forgive you. I’ll never mention it again.”
Kevin couldn’t believe it. “You’re serious?”
“Yeah.”
With an exhale of relief, Kevin gripped Scott’s hand. “I’m glad you’re happy and successful.”
Brandon read the text on his phone. “Hey, Tommy said he’s sending a brood down here.” Brandon announced. “You guys ready?”
Mackenzie finished the last grape and stood up. While she fixed her skirt, she asked Brandon, “Do you want me to leave so you can play a bit? It’s fine with me, just not without a condom.” She patted the front of his pants then met his eyes. “I really wanna meet Dean.”
“You mean just meet, right?”
She tilted her head and gave him a half smile. “Would it be so bad if I did more than that? I kinda have a crush on him.”
“Yeah, I know.” Brandon looked away. He was very worried about how he would treat her. “I heard he was a cruel bastard at times.”
He had also heard he didn’t take no for an answer. A groupie or two had complained about him. Trying to forget his apprehension, he looked her over. He had bought her a whole wardrobe of black clothing. The black mini-skirt, low-cut leather corset and high-heeled boots with buckles down the sides looked real hot on her. Maybe I shouldn’t let her out of my sight.
She saw the concern in his eyes, and her heart skipped a beat. He didn’t want her to leave. “I won’t be long. I’ll just talk to him and get an autograph.”
“Be careful, OK?” He kissed her lips, softly and caressed her face. “Call me if he’s a dick to you.”
She jumped up and then kissed him again. “I will. I’ll be fine. Don’t have too much fun.” She slid her phone into her boot.
“You neither,” he called to her as she opened the door.
Mackenzie wasn’t sure where she was going, but from the noise level down the hallway, she was reasonably sure she was heading in the right direction. As soon as she heard squeals, she was sure she was close.
Brandon sighed and sat down alone on a plush couch. He sulked until the door opened, and a flurry of chattering came in the room. Then he looked up at the crowd of young ladies and shrugged. Why should she have all the fun? His jealousy was getting the best of him, and he hated being jealous.
A large man stood in front of Gasoline’s dressing room door. “No one else gets in.” He bellowed. Then he looked her up and down. She was hot, but wore no makeup. He leaned over her and looked down her top.
Then the door opened. “Tell Sam to get his ass in here before he misses it.”
Mackenzie froze at the sight of Dean Johnson. She stared at him, gaping, unable to say a word. He tossed his bangs back, and she had to grab the wall to steady herself. She couldn’t move.
“Hey there.” Dean had noticed her. He picked up her pass and read it. “Brandon’s girlfriend, huh?” He knew what a name meant, although fans did not. “What’re you doing on our side of the hall?”
She found her voice and stammered, “Uh, look—ing for, um, you.” He was making her feel like she was in high school and the popular quarterback was hitting on
her.
“A fan, nice.” He glanced back into the wild room then closed the door. “Let’s go somewhere where we can, uh, talk.” He winked at the guard and put an arm around her shoulders. They walked the hall while he tried to remember which room no one was using. “So, why were you looking for me? You need something?”
She blushed, but tried to hide it. “Well, I’m a big fan. Brandon said I could meet you today.” His fingers touched her bare upper arm, and a chill ran up her spine. Her chest was heaving. She was sure she would faint if he touched any more of her.
“Hmmm, so he let you wander the hall. Interesting.” He found the right door and led her into the dimly lit room, quickly before she knew what his intentions were. Fucking another guy’s girl without him knowing was the best. “What’s your name?” He breathed in her ear as he closed the door. He didn’t care, just wanted her off-guard.
She looked around at the empty tables, chairs and couches. “Um, Mackenzie.”
Dean led her backwards, slowly. “That’s a pretty name,” he whispered into her ear and slid his hand up her skirt. His erection pressed against her hip, as he held her bare ass. She was only an inch shorter, perfect. “You gonna tell Brandon I gave you a good time?” He ripped open his button fly and grabbed her hand.
Mackenzie was shocked when he wrapped her fingers around his shaft. It felt as big as Jake’s. She looked into his eyes, her voice lost again. He moved her hand up and down his cock. She couldn’t bring herself to stop him. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“That’s a girl.” Dean spoke to her as if she was a child. “Get it ready for this…” He pushed a finger into her. “Mmmm, nice pussy.” His lips brushed her ear. “You want me. I feel it.” He thrust in two more fingers and felt her tense a bit. “I’m gonna stretch you nice and wide. Wait till Brandon tries to fuck you tonight.” He hoped he had no clue he was about to take his woman. Leaning down again, he whispered, “You want me.” Staring into her eyes, he growled, “Try and deny it.” Her mouth opened slightly. He gripped her hand around his dick. “You want this deep inside you, don’t you?”
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