A FILTHY Rock Star: a filthy line novel
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A corner building, dressed in black, no name needed.
This wasn’t the kind of place that advertised itself. Or hosted fucking trivia night.
Dicky was a good guy I knew from a different life. I could drink there without people asking me to sign their tits or blow a load in their mouth. Not that I didn’t love the fans, but sometimes it was nice to have a few drinks in peace. And when it came time for me to blow my load, I didn’t have to worry about autographs.
I got to the bar and ordered two shots.
One for me.
One for whoever the hell ended up next to me.
I nodded to a dark haired vixen across the bar.
She gave a playful wave.
I pointed to the shot glass.
And sometimes, love, it was just that easy.
And that was okay.
No judgement passed by me ever.
There was nothing wrong with having a few drinks and just getting shit done. We could wake up tomorrow morning, have a smoke and a laugh, grab some greasy breakfast and call it quits. I wasn’t exactly a love ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy, but there was no fucking way I’d end up like Nash.
Throwing a diamond ring on a woman’s finger was a prison sentence.
Making that kind of promise, not knowing if the most beautiful woman in the world was about to walk into your life.
Get the hell out of here with that shit.
The dark haired vixen made her way toward me and I slid the shot glass toward her.
“Destiny,” she said and grabbed the shot and threw it back.
I laughed. “That’s a fake name, love.”
“So?”
“I guess I’ll make up a name then too,” I said.
“You can try but I already know who you are.”
“Damn. So much for playing the rich businessman angle.”
Destiny leaned toward me. “I can still play the poor helpless girl angle if that’s what you want.”
“I’m more into the quickie in the bathroom bar kind of thing,” I said.
“Then I guess you’ll know where to find me,” she said.
I watched her walk away and laughed to myself.
I reached for my shot glass and felt someone grab my arm.
A second later I was on the floor of the bar.
Two guys standing over me, fists locked up tight, one wearing enough rings to open a goddamn jewelry store.
“Fuck you,” I said to them.
“No, Dex… fuck you.”
I had no idea who they were.
But they knew me.
I swung my foot before they could hit me again, catching the ring man in the balls.
That gave me enough time to focus on the other guy, who was already coming at me with a punch that landed right on my jaw.
I saw a handful of stars but not enough for a constellation.
I kicked my way back and got to my feet.
I grabbed a chair and swung it.
The cheap chair exploded into pieces off the ring man’s shoulder.
He yelled in pain.
As he turned, the sleeve of his shirt pulled up, exposing a tattoo on his arm.
I saw the logo and the name and nodded.
And here I thought maybe these assholes were involved with the vixen waiting in the bathroom for me to get behind her.
They weren’t.
They were with Raunchy Recks.
“Are you kidding me?” I asked the other guy as he lunged at me.
“You know what this is for,” he said as he took another swing.
I took the punch like a champ and then tossed him against the wall.
I landed two good punches to his ribs before the door to the bar flew open and in came the goddamn police.
Some jerk off must have tipped them off… or maybe this was part of the set up…
A cop pulled me off the guy I was beating and put me face down on the bar as he cuffed me.
It wasn’t the first time I was face down at a bar.
As the cop growled orders at me and read me my rights, the bathroom door opened and out peeked the vixen. Destiny.
“Sorry, love,” I called out. “I got a little tied up.”
She quickly shut the bathroom door.
I started to laugh.
My face was peeled off the bar and I looked at Dicky as he stood there with a dirty towel over his shoulder.
“Hey, Dicky,” I called out.
He waved a hand. “I’ve got it. I’ll call Toby.”
“Thanks, man. I have cash in my pocket so I could pay for those two drinks.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Dicky said as the cop started to drag me out of the bar. “I know you’re good for it.”
I took a deep breath when I was back out on the street.
I looked at my motorcycle and frowned.
I wasn’t going to be riding her home tonight, huh?
Shit… and I wasn’t going to be riding Destiny either.
Don’t let anyone tell you living the rock star life is easy, love.
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Meet Dex
Barista by day.
Engaged to the baddest rock star in the world by night.
Well, fake engaged.
I mean, what’s one more lie, right?
To be fair, it was Dex’s idea.
In trouble one too many times…
Now he needs me to make him look tame.
Trust me, there is no taming this wild hunk.
He’s built from muscle, music, and a thirst for women.
He can do whatever he wants.
Just as long as holds up his end of this crazy lie.
The engagement ring on my finger is just for show.
But now these feelings between us...
Well, maybe he’ll end up with another love ballad to play when this ends.
We were supposed to play pretend.
But there’s no pretending between the sheets.
And now I’m looking at Dex questioning what’s fake and real…
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“My ass is going to get fired for this, man.”
“Why?” I asked as I took the ticket and the pen through the jail cell bars.
They were an ugly yellow color, and the walls were the same with the paint chipped. Definitely not a scary kind of jail. Then again, it was a holding cell. And the dude in the next cell sat on a bench all alone, crying like a baby. He had his hands in his face, talking about his wife leaving him.
I looked at the ticket and shook my head.
Funny enough it wasn’t the first time I was autographing a ticket.
And not signing the ticket because I was accepting a ticket or admitting any sort of guilt.
This was for a fan.
“Love you guys so much,” Officer Rocsen said. “Saw you on your first tour. Fuck, even before that. The little shit clubs on the strip, man. I was there. Long hair, screaming the lyrics…”
I lifted my eyes. “You cut your hair, huh?”
“Had to.”
“Fucking society.”
“It’s called a fucking paycheck.”
“I respect that then,” I said.
I wrote on the ticket and handed it back through the bars.
Officer Rocsen grabbed the ticket and looked around to make sure he wasn’t going to get busted.
“You’d get in trouble for this?” I asked.
“Fuck yeah,” he said. “Last year someone took a selfie with a celebrity who got picked up on DUI and got canned.”
“You better hide that ticket,” I said.
“Are you going to say something?”
“Fuck no, brother,” I said. “We’re good. But, hey, what’s with the crie
r over here?”
“Oh, that guy,” Officer Rocsen said. “He was in a park, on a slide, getting… serviced…”
“Paid for?” I asked.
Officer Rocsen nodded.
“Damn,” I said. “Did you let him finish at least?”
“I didn’t make the arrest.”
“The way he’s crying… not a chance he finished. Damn.”
“That’s on him,” Officer Rocsen said. “Now he’s complaining about his wife leaving him. She won’t come bail him out.”
“See… this is why marriage and love and relationships… it’s all bullshit.”
“Not unless you find the right one.”
“The right one?” I asked. “Give me a break. There’s so many right ones out there.”
“You’re a rock star, man, it’s easy for you. You could get married every night if you wanted to.”
“Then I pop a load and realize it’s just another beautiful woman,” I said. “And we look deep into each other’s eyes and know exactly what just happened. And as her heart is racing, whispering I fucking love you, Dex… have my fucking babies… I gently slide my left foot toward her and guide her ass out of the bed.” I snapped my fingers. “That… is love.”
“That is rock star love.”
“It’s the only kind I know.”
The guy next to me let out another crying whine. Then he fell to his knees and slammed his fists on the floor.
“I love you, Winnie. I can’t lose you. You’ve been distant. It meant nothing…”
“Fuck,” I said. “I can’t be in here much longer.”
“Nothing I can do, man,” Officer Rocsen said.
“Of course there is,” I said. “You just don’t want to risk your ass. Except for an autograph.”
“I take this home to my lady and she’s going to lose her mind,” Officer Rocsen said. “We met after one of your concerts. She was getting sick in a trash can outside the venue. I thought she was drunk but it was food poisoning.”
“You wild son of a bitch,” I said with a smile. “You were going for the cheap fuck after a show… the drunk whore messed up…” I clapped my hands. “Good for you.”
Officer Rocsen laughed. “That’s fucked up. And you’re saying that to a cop?”
“I’m already behind bars, bro,” I said.
“True.”
“So what did you do when you found out she had food poisoning?”
“Got her home and left my number on her nightstand.”
“Nice guy.”
“Checked on her the next morning.”
“Even nicer.”
“She was feeling a little better and wanted to take a shower. I went to start the shower for her and next thing I knew… we were in the shower together.”
“Filthy,” I said with a wink.
Officer Rocsen laughed. “Christ. I can’t believe that I’m talking to Dex from Filthy Line about this shit right now. Meg is going to flip her lid.”
“Give her a call. Get her up on the screen.”
“Oh, man, I wish…”
Officer Rocsen looked around, thinking about it.
A heavy door slammed and the boom echoed for a second.
Someone yelled ‘Where is that fucking piece of shit now?’
I clicked my tongue and grabbed the jail cell bars.
I smiled.
“Well, there’s my ride out of here…”
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First electronic edition March 2020
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