“Madison, Wisconsin,” I replied, “but I live in LA now.”
“Cool,” he nodded with a smile. I wanted to cross my arms over my chest or tell him to quit looking down. He was sort of giving me the creeps the way he kept leering at me. I don’t think his eyes moved from my chest once when he talked to me. Yuck.
Then I finally got the much anticipated meeting with Cane. It started out so well. Cane oozed sex and it wasn’t long before my panties were damp. Too bad we couldn’t lose Drew and have a minute alone before his show.
I was pretty tall at 5’8” but even I felt small next to him. I didn’t listen to most of their conversation; I was too busy checking him out now that he was up close. God he was a gorgeous piece of man meat. That smile could charm the panties off a nun. No wonder women fell all over him. His voice was smooth and deep; I could listen to him talk all day. It was even sexier than when he sang.
When we shook hands, I felt a jolt of desire shoot from my nipples to between my legs. The way he said my name made my knees weak. He smelled like a combination of beer and weed. Normally that would turn me off, but on him it was sexy. I wanted to wrap my body around him.
Of course Drew wasted no time telling him I was with Rolling Stone. He was in the business long enough and knew the reaction Cane would have when he found out I was with the press. Asshole. If he thought that would increase his chances with me, he was sorely mistaken.
My heart sank at the way Cane looked at me now. I was used to getting that reaction from people in the entertainment industry. They’re all afraid I’m going to discover some deep secret of theirs and expose it to the world.
I watched Cane walk away, biting my lip at the way his jeans hugged his ass. Damn Drew. Why did he have to wreck my chances with Cane by telling him I was a reporter? He would find out eventually, but I was hoping to get laid at least once before he would avoid me.
There was no shortage of men to sleep with on this tour, but Cane was the one I had my sights set on. I probably shouldn’t jeopardize this dream job for a few orgasms, but a woman has needs. By the way Drew kept looking at me, he was more than likely a willing participant, but tall, nerdy perverts aren’t my thing.
“I’ll take you backstage so you can watch Hookers and Hand Grenades. They’re about to go on.” He turned and I followed him down some hallways and a long corridor. I could hear the crowd cheering and Cane shouting at them.
Goosebumps raised on my arms in anticipation of seeing him on stage. We finally got to the VIP section and I was blown away. I knew this outdoor venue was huge, but seeing it full of people chanting for Cane and his band was wild.
Once again, I said a little prayer of thanks to the man upstairs for having this opportunity fall into my lap. Rebecca was going to freak when she came to visit. Seeing shows like this all summer was like a dream come true.
I was mesmerized by Cane and his stage presence. He knew how to work it like no one I’d ever seen. He was making eye contact and pointing to different people in the crowd. His smile alone had women swooning all over the audience. It was no wonder his band had risen to popularity in such a short time.
Halfway through the set, he took off his shirt and threw it into the crowd. Some screaming girl caught it and I felt a small pang of jealousy until I looked back at Cane. He was ripped and I think his six-pack had a six-pack. His nipples were pierced and I wanted to tease them with my tongue before tracing the dripping sweat along the lines of his muscles. His jeans hung low on his hips, giving everyone a perfect view of the “V” that disappeared behind his waistband.
My clothes were suddenly too tight and I needed a drink of water. This was too much; I had to get it together. A professional journalist wouldn’t be drooling over a lead singer like a fourteen year old girl.
I walked back stage and grabbed a bottle of water from a big cooler. I was tempted to have a beer but I needed to keep my wits about me. I had plans to get Cane naked very soon, but acting like a silly, drunk fan girl wasn’t going to be very attractive.
Rolling Stone wanted me to write this piece as almost a daily diary of the tour – places we went and how shows went. I was also supposed to write features on a couple of the bands each month. The first one was Hookers and Hand Grenades. While all of the bands were very successful as well, they were the latest rising stars. Their latest single and album was number one on iTunes and people couldn’t get enough of them.
I found the bag Drew had hidden for me and located a quiet corner. I pulled my laptop out and fired it up. I opened a Word document and started writing about my first thoughts on day one of my adventure. It wasn’t long before I had ten plus pages, describing the sights, sounds, and even smells of what I had experienced so far. I would take it later and refine it into something I could send my editor for publication.
The band finished up while I was busy and came walking by on the way to their dressing rooms. They were hooting and hollering, while the groupies were screaming and following after them. Drew’s warning about what went on backstage after their show came to mind. I had to admit a small part of me was curious and wanted to watch – maybe even participate.
After watching Cane in action on stage, I couldn’t blame these women for throwing themselves at these men. They were walking sex and having a piece of that if even for a little while had to be a major high. I still thought they were mindless bimbos, but it made a little more sense.
Cane followed up the rear and his gaze caught mine before I had a chance to look away. He let out a yell, picking up one of the girls, and throwing her over his shoulder. He spanked her ass and she screamed in delight, throwing her shirt off in my direction. It landed at my feet and I rolled my eyes at him before they continued noisily down the hall. I was annoyed at the way they were carrying on but I was also slightly jealous of the girl Cane was carrying. I heard a door slam and jumped a little, breaking free from the thought.
I had a feeling this assignment was going to be a little more than I bargained for.
Chapter Three
Cane
This tour was every rock stars’ dream. We were in a different city every couple of days, playing in the sunshine, with chicks everywhere in little bikinis. I’m pretty sure most of us were drunk 24/7. I had a buzz that never went away.
The only damper on the whole thing was Lindsey. She was poking her nose around in our business and asking a lot of questions. I didn’t have anything to hide; my life was an open book, but she was everywhere I turned. We even had to sit down with her one day for an interview. I said as little as possible and ignored her for the most part.
Or at least I pretended I was ignoring her, but I was more than aware of her presence.
I was watching when she tucked her red hair behind her ear and tossed her hair over her shoulder, revealing the creamy skin on her neck. I wanted to run my tongue along it before sinking my teeth into the soft flesh. I watched her lips as she talked, thinking about how hot her pink painted lips would look around my cock. You can bet I noticed when she would lean forward, revealing the valley between those fucking fantastic tits.
I wondered how she was in bed. She didn’t take shit from anyone, so did she like to take charge? Or did she want a man to dominate her? I kept thinking about tying her to the posts of my bed back in LA and teasing her until she screamed and begged my name over and over again.
But I didn’t let her know that.
I played it cool. Oh, I noticed the way she looked at me. She would lick her lips and her nipples were always tight peaks I could see through her shirt.
I would have her soon. I didn’t want to take her in some hallway or bathroom like I did some of the other girls around here. I wanted to take my time with her and it was hard being on the road. There was little to no privacy on the bus.
Despite the ass at my beck and call, Lindsey filled my dreams every night. I couldn’t get her sexy lips and green eyes out of my mind. When a girl was sucking my cock, all I could think about was wrapping my ha
nds in her red hair and fucking her mouth. Some nights I even had to imagine I was inside her pussy in order to come.
It was all so fucked up and I hated it. I never let a woman get into my head. I fucked them once and then I was done with them. Why couldn’t I get her out of my head?
So I drank more.
And smoked more pot.
I was partying like it was 1999. Wasn’t that how the song goes? It was the only thing that made the whole situation more tolerable.
We were somewhere down south and had finished our show earlier in the day. It was fucking hot and humid, so I spent a good part of the day hiding in the air conditioned tour bus, sleeping and smoking. By later that evening, I was going stir-crazy so I went out in search of some pussy.
It didn’t take me long to find a couple of girls who were more than willing to entertain me. On the way back to the bus, they couldn’t keep their hands off of me, so we stopped among the trailers that held all of our equipment so they could go down on me. They took turns sucking my cock and licking my balls. Let me tell you, there’s nothing like having two chicks give you head. Every guy should experience it at least once.
I was about to shoot my load all over their eager faces when I looked up and saw her.
There was Lindsey, watching me with the two women. When I caught her eye I winked and smiled. She gasped and took off in a hurry. I had no idea how long she’d been standing there, but I bet she was wet and wishing she had my dick in her mouth.
I pushed the girls away and started to stroke myself. They opened their mouth, waiting for my cum. Sluts. I closed my eyes and pictured Lindsey on her knees in front of me, begging for a taste. I let out a harsh groan and a long stream of cum came shooting out all over the two girls. I came hard, my knees weak and my balls tingling. Just what I needed.
I tucked my semi-erect cock back into my pants and zipped them up. “Thanks ladies,” I said, helping them up as they searched in their purses for something to wipe their faces with. “Maybe I’ll catch you next time I’m in town.” I patted both of their asses and turned to walk away.
I ignored their protests and kept going. Of course they wanted more; all the women do.
I was on the lookout for Lindsey. I wanted to see her reaction to me since she’d seen those girls sucking me off. Maybe she would be turned on and want to take her turn.
I finally found her in the hospitality tent, standing at one of the tall tables and drinking a beer. I was about to approach her when Diesel saw me.
“Hey man, what’s up?” He asked, handing me a beer. He was good at making sure I was never thirsty.
“Not much. Just had my dick sucked by some chicks out by the trailers,” I grinned at him.
He chuckled and shook his head. “I was thinking of talking to her,” he admitted, nodding his head towards the red head. He must have noticed me stealing glances at Lindsey.
“What do you mean? Don’t you talk all the time now?” I asked, confused by his comment.
“No man, I mean talk to her. Ask her out on a date. Although I’m not sure how we can do that while on the road.”
“Right,” I nodded, unsure of what else to say. I was unfamiliar with this feeling of jealousy at the thought of Diesel dating Lindsey. That was crazy; what did I care? I had no interest in her past a fuck. Maybe two.
“What do you think? Do you think she’s interested?” He asked, sounding like a sixteen year old boy afraid to ask out a girl for the first time.
“How the fuck would I know? She seems like a frigid bitch to me, but you can do whatever you want.” I mumbled and walked away, not wanting to have this conversation anymore.
I took my beer to the VIP section on the side of the stage to watch the band playing. It was the last one of the night and I had to admit they were pretty good. The lead singer was female and hot as hell, but she was married to the drummer. I like to fuck lots of women, but I don’t touch married ones; at least ones I know are married.
After a couple of songs I noticed Lindsey out of the corner of my eye. She was wearing a green sundress that came a few inches above her knees. It was the perfect shade to match her eyes; it was a striking contrast with the red hair she had piled on top of her head in some sort of messy bun. She was moving her body to the music and singing along. She looked fucking amazing.
I went over to her and her eyes widened with embarrassment when she saw me. I couldn’t help but smirk and lean into her. “Did you like what you saw earlier?”
She regained her composure. “You’re a pig,” she muttered. She looked around. “Where are they? I’m surprised you don’t drag them around to get you off whenever you feel like it.”
I put a cigarette in my mouth and lit it. I took a long drag of it, blowing out the smoke before answering. “Don’t know, don’t care, but,” I grinned and pointed at her. “That’s a fabulous idea.”
“You’re disgusting,” she shook her head and turned her attention back to the stage.
We stood together watching the show. We didn’t say anything more to each other. I don’t think she really wanted to talk to me anyway after I teased her.
Admittedly I never stick around and watch many of the other bands’ shows, especially after being on the road with them already for a few weeks, but for some reason I didn’t want to leave her side. It was sexy to watch the way she let the music take her over, singing along. She seemed to have forgotten I was even there. Did she do that when she watched my shows?
We’d been standing there a while when I looked down and noticed all the empty bottles around us. She had matched me beer for beer whenever someone came around to give us fresh ones and was still standing. Impressive. And fucking hot.
The band played their encore and said goodnight before the lights on the stage turned off. She stifled a yawn and started walking away without saying a word to me. I watched her leave, my eyes on her ass. Man, I would love to sink my teeth into it.
“Hey Cane.” A girl in a little dress came up to me, standing close enough to press her tits into my chest. Her face was caked with makeup and the perfume she was wearing over powered my nose.
“What are you doing?” She asked me, her tone almost accusing.
“Do I know you?” I asked, distracted and still trying to watch Lindsey. I wondered if she had enough to drink that she would let me in her pants.
The bottled blonde crossed her arms under her ample tits, pushing them up further so I noticed them and gave me a fake pout. “You don’t remember me from Vegas?”
“No, I don’t,” I shrugged but cringed a little inside, realizing what an asshole I sounded like.
She uncrossed her arms and held them at her side, her hands bunched into tight fists. “It’s true what they say, you are an asshole,” she said through clenched teeth.
I looked down at her and laughed. “I never admitted to being anything else. Sorry babe.” I brushed past her and hurried in the direction I last saw Lindsey.
I checked the hospitality tent but didn’t see her. Maybe she was going back to the press bus. I had to catch her before she went inside.
I headed to the direction of the buses, trying not to look like I was hurrying. I didn’t chase women and I wasn’t about to start tonight. I finally spotted her in the distance. She was walking slowly and I wondered if the beers she had during the show affected her more than I realized.
I looked around and didn’t see anyone, so I started jogging towards her, stopping behind her so she wouldn’t know I was running.
“Hey Lindsey,” I called out to her.
She turned around startled and started to lose her footing. I reached out and grabbed her, steadying her so she didn’t fall. I held onto her longer than I needed too, enjoying the feel of her soft body against mine. She smelled like flowers and soap. She looked so vulnerable in my arms. Her lips were so plump and inviting, I started to lean down to kiss her.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, stepping away from me; I lost my opportunity.
“No wo
rries,” I said casually so she couldn’t see the affect she had on me. “Headed to bed?”
“Yes,” she nodded. “Did you need something?”
She didn’t look happy to see me and if I tried to make a move on her, she would probably slap me. “No, I thought maybe you would want to go to the hospitality tent with me for a few beers.”
“Why? No more groupie sluts around tonight?”
“You don’t have to be a bitch about it,” I replied, wishing I had a better comeback than that.
“Whatever. I’m going to bed.” She started to turn around and I instinctively grabbed her arm. I pulled her against me. She squirmed at first, attempting to get away, but it was a half assed effort and when I leaned in to kiss her, her fight was gone.
Fuck, she tasted even better than I imagined.
Chapter Four
Lindsey
I was getting kissed by Cane Stephens.
And let me tell you, he could kiss.
He wrapped his arms around me and held me against him, backing me up until I was leaning against a trailer for support. His lips moved over mine with a ferocity that consumed me. It was like all of the pent up sexual tension between us these last few weeks was finally being released.
He slid his arms down and clasped my hands before moving them above my head and pinning them there with one hand.
“I’m not letting you get away,” he whispered with a lazy smile, giving my trapped hands a slight squeeze.
I bit my lip and nodded. I wasn’t going anywhere after a kiss like that anyway, but I didn’t trust my voice right now. I didn’t want to tell him that either; it was sexy as hell that he was keeping me here.
I had kissed a lot of guys. A lot. I had a thing for musicians and working for Rolling Stone had given me access to many of them. Most of them were guys no one ever heard of, but that didn’t stop me from sleeping with them. The music scene in LA was full of aspiring musicians who were excellent in bed.
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