Distracted No More

by Thia Finn

  “Damn, Hayden. I love it! I fucking love it.” I stuck up an open palm, and we high-fived each other.

  “I don’t know where’ve you been all my music life, but I’m so damn glad you found me.” His genuine smile stretched across his face.

  “We need to kiss Cash!” I said enthusiastically.

  “That would be a ‘hell no’. You can do the kissing,” he said with a smirk.

  I laughed and punched him on the arm. “Come on little daddy pops, I think we deserve a drink before the show.”

  “Now that would be a ‘hell yes’!” We picked up our guitars and headed out.

  Chapter Six

  The roadies had the Center loaded in, and we needed to do a sound check. We hardly ever did it anymore, but we hadn’t played there before so KeeMac wanted us to look it over and make sure it’s what we previously discussed with the technicians. This show kicked off the new album, and the band liked the first show to be perfect so it set the wheels in motion for an outstanding tour.

  “What do you think, KeeMac?” Peri asked from mid-auditorium.

  “What do you think, Peri? You’re the one standing where our adoring fans will be screaming and yelling.” He hit a note on his guitar with a little whammy added to it for effect. We all knew the changes wouldn’t be made from her comments, but she liked being part of it somehow so we humored her.

  “Very funny, guitar boy,” Peri yelled at him. The guitar’s loud sound sucked the other noise from the auditorium.

  “Okay, let’s head back to the hotel. I’m starving,” I told the rest as I handed my bass off to my tech.

  “Yeah, you slept through breakfast in the penthouse with the rest of us,” Peri told me.

  “Oh I ate breakfast, it just didn’t have any nutritional value,” I smirked in her direction.

  “You’re nasty and watch your mouth around the boys with talk like that. Keep your slutty groupies away from them, too. Ryan and Hayden told you this on the last tour.”

  “If Ryan would share, I wouldn’t have to bring home extras.” I knew this would get a rise out of her.

  She reached around and popped me on the back of the head. “Dumbass. That’ll never happen.”

  “Owww. That hurt. Abuse. Abuse,” I yelled, feigning mock injury.

  “You probably deserved a hell of a lot more than that.” Ryan walked up laughing.

  “Little shit thinks we need to share so then he doesn’t have to bring groupies around anymore.”

  “Fuck that. Do you know who you are talking to?” Ryan gave me a hard stare.

  “Yeah, but never mind. I didn’t know she had a damn mean streak in her still. Thought you’d whipped all that out of her.”

  “Dude, what the fuck are you talking about? I think all that sex made you psycho.”

  “I’m talking about your wife. She’s feisty and strikes back.” I rubbed the back of my head.

  “And, what’s that supposed to mean?”

  “I thought you would have gotten her to submit to your pleasures after all this time.” I smiled when I said it because the idea of Peri being a submissive was so fucking ludicrous, I couldn’t hold it in.

  Peri’s right arm came straight out at me with her palm facing forward. My first instinct was to duck thinking she was going to slap me. Instead, she shoved the palm in my face to shut me up. “The bullshit noise spewing from your mouth, I can’t even deal with right now.” She whipped around and stomped off.

  “Do you even stop and think before you vomit dumbass shit from your mouth? Now she’s gonna be mad at me thinking I told you she was my submissive when you know damn good and well, she’s not.” He actually sounded pissed off.

  “Yeah, I thought it was pretty funny. She knows that we all know what a ball buster she can be and would only ever be a top. Wait, wait, wait. Maybe she’s the dominatrix in this scenario and you’re the sub. Dude, don’t tell me you let her put a harness on and lead you around like an animal with a ball in your mouth.”

  “Listen here, asshat, you stepped across the line.” When he said that, I doubled over and couldn’t help myself from hitting the floor laughing so hard.

  When I finally straightened up, Ryan glared at me.

  “Dude, calm down. I was just messing with y’all. You two are too easy.”

  “Yeah and you’re twenty-seven going on fourteen with the sexual habits of a pervert.” He took off after Peri and left me still laughing.

  I looked around at the others still left watching us and shrugged my shoulders. “These guys are too damn serious, and we’re just getting started.”

  The new stage design for the tour KeeMac and Chandler helped create looked like the best we had ever used. It wasn’t just the new album cover but an enhanced version of it. Our fans would recognize it, but when the tiles appeared to open with pictures of all of us from past tours, it created more of an interactive look. The fans who attended past concerts would recognize the pictures, and the new fans would get an insight into some former times.

  We ran out to the cheers and screams ready to play to a packed house, and our adrenaline began pumping. KeeMac took his mic and spoke to the crowd like he always did.

  “Heeelllooo Los Fucking Angeles!” he yelled into the mic. “We’re Assured Distraction, and we’re here to get this fucking party started.” That’s all it took to get the audience ready to rock the house down.

  Ryan started into the opening riff of the number one hit song off our last album. The sound in the audience was so over the top if we pulled our in-ear monitors, we couldn’t hear ourselves think. The fans yelled and screamed and sang along to the words KeeMac poured out. The entire concert rocked along for the next hour and a half, and then we added two encores. Exhaustion took over when we finally exited the stage, but with the adrenaline rush the band exudes when we’re done, we all have our own way of coming down.

  KeeMac and Chandler still demand an empty dressing room for some hot sex. Ryan wraps around Peri and pulls her away to a private location, which leaves Gunner and me. Only this time, Lola waited for him offstage. He picked her up, and she wrapped those long beautiful tanned legs around his middle. She ran her hand over his slick head kissing him like there was no tomorrow.

  It left me with strangers mulling around waiting. I handpicked two beauties who were hugging the stage eyeing me the entire night. I felt like one of the girls had been backstage with me before, but I couldn’t remember where. As I made my way off the stage and we all bumped fists acknowledging the great concert we just handed our audience, the two were waiting for me.

  I grabbed the dark-haired one I recognized and kissed her breathless before I spoke a word to her. I wanted to judge what I had to work with here. She responded in kind which got me more worked up than I already was. That girl kissed like a suction cup with a split tongue. I broke the kiss and wrapped one arm around her neck while I pulled the redhead in for the same thing. She was a little more tentative in her approach, but the kiss heated me up in a whole different way.

  “Well, ladies, let’s go see what we can scare up backstage.” They both nodded in agreement. The night would end on a good note. Literally, fucking good. After a couple of beers, the three of us left to find an empty room, but Peri stopped me in the hall.

  “Where do you think you all are going? You have to be at the hotel in thirty minutes and dressed for the party.” She ran her eyes over the two women, and I could tell she tried not to let her face reflect her thoughts. Passing judgment wasn’t in Peri. She found something in everyone to love.

  “Sweetheart, Peri. Would I be late to my own party?” I winked at her.

  “Okay, big guy. I’m holding you to that.” She smiled at me then turned and walked away.

  “Ladies, shall we?” The women both smiled at me nodding their heads.

  The first dressing room waited patiently for some usage, and I planned to exercise that option. I ordered both the girls to strip as we walked through the door. “Ladies, we are a little short on
time as you heard the boss inform me. Let’s get our own party started the best way I know, without clothes.”

  The redhead laughed as she whipped the black top off revealing a luscious set of perfect double D’s spilling out of red lace. “Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.”

  These girls were talented in different ways, and I worked them both to put good use to those abilities. While the dark-haired beauty started on unzipping my jeans, the redhead continued stripping down unleashing her rocking body for me to savor.

  As the forked tongue wrapped itself around my hard cock, I sucked one of those beautiful huge tits in my mouth lavishing one pink, pert nipple with my tongue while I played the other like the tuner on a radio. This managed to get a low moan out of the redhead’s throat that matched the moan out of mine as that tongue and suction applied pressure to my dick like I’ve never felt before. When she slid down and took my balls in her mouth, while massaging the taint behind them, I wanted to blow on the spot.

  I held back, though. Don’t ever let it be said that I left a woman unsatisfied in the Carter caisson of carnal kicks.

  “Ladies, let’s take this party to the couch.” I pushed the redhead to the couch and after lying down on my back, I pulled her over my face to gain access to the love spot at the bottom of her landing strip. The knowledge didn’t escape me that my tongue flirted with the natural redhead. While I pleasured her with my mouth, the dark-haired darling continued to show me all of her talents with a stellar blow job. Damn, she swallowed me down with each deep thrust I made. I couldn’t help myself once I figured out her throat would flex around my shaft.

  The redhead and I howled about the same time as I blew my load and she showered my face. I hadn’t had a squirter in a while. Not many women actually came that way, so when I find one, I felt like I’d hit the jackpot.

  “Damn, Carter, I haven’t done that in ages. What did you do to me?”

  “It’s a secret only a few of us know about. If I shared it, I’d have to kill you.” We both laughed. I opened my eyes to see dark brown ones peering over the milky white skin of the redhead who was resting her head on the couch back while straddling my chest.

  The look said, “what about me?” and I knew I owed her for the outstanding blow job. I couldn’t send her home unsatisfied.

  “We were saving the best for last.” I nudged the redhead. “Don’t you think we owe your friend the same pleasure?”

  She laughed and nodded her head. “Come here, babe. You know I wouldn’t let you go home disappointed. She slid off me, and I got off the couch.

  “I really want this cock inside me, dude. You think you can make that happen?”

  “Sure, but I gotta have a little recovery time so I think we need to warm you up. Right red?” I barely finished that question than that long tongue found its way into the redhead’s mouth while she twisted, turned, and pinched on her friends’ ample tits making them stand at attention. “Damn, girls. You’ll get the ol’ flag pole standing straight with that kind of action.”

  Watching these two go at each other was fucking hot. They obviously weren’t strangers to each other’s desires because before I could lift a finger, they were loudly moaning. My dick stood at attention ready to go for round two faster than I had been able to do in a while. Guess it’d been too long.

  I flipped the newest guest of honor over and pulled her to her knees and then rolled on a condom from my pocket. As I moved my sheathed sword up and down her slick path to heaven, the redhead laid down under her and continued to pay close attention to her friend’s tits. I finally sunk into the tight, heated tunnel. “Fuck, that feels great on my cock. Let me feel you clench down on it, babe. I know you can do that for me.” Damn, could she ever.

  The redhead added her fingers for some clit action as I drove home on her friend, but these two didn’t stop there. When I pull the dark brown hair back and leaned over for a hot kiss, I saw she was offering her friend some clit action, too.

  “Sweet cheeks, you better give that honey pot a little pinch and get her there fast ‘cause watching y’all go at each other is going to make me nut in a hurry.” This earned me a ram that hit home because she pushed herself back on my dick while I pumped forward. I swear, my dick hit the other end. She only had to do that a couple of times before she started screaming about coming hard causing me to join her in the sexual nirvana. The redhead must have liked the sounds because her body seized up letting us all know she rounded out the party.

  We all collapsed together on that couch but only for a brief moment as the one on the bottom had to be in pain from our weight. I rolled off to the floor leaving the two women sprawled together. Looking around, I spotted my jeans and pulled them to me. I knew I needed to get out of there for several reasons. One, Peri would have my head if I arrived too late at the party, and two, these girls were so damn hot, they could talk me into a longer go at it back in my hotel room. The latter could not happen tonight so I pulled my jeans and shirt on, kissed the sleepy two women, and left them lying on the couch.

  I strolled into the party thirty minutes later ready to celebrate the night with all of my best friends. Champagne flowed, and we spent the evening enjoying the groups of people who showed up to wish us luck on our new album. Networking and ass-kissing ran rampant in that ballroom, too. Everyone in AD secretly hated these parties but knew what a necessary evil to our success they were. All we ever wanted to do was play music and have fun. Shaking hands and making nice didn’t fall into either of those categories.

  “Hey, Carter,” KeeMac said walking up to the table where I was standing watching the dance floor.”

  “Yeah, what’s up?”

  “Where were you?”

  “What do you mean, I’ve been right here since I arrived.” I looked at him dumbfounded.

  “Yeah, I see that, but you looked like you were a million miles away with that stare.”

  “Oh, that? Just thinking about how much I fucking hate these kinds of parties. I’d much rather be at one of our houses playing guitars, singing a little, and drinking some damn good beer.”

  “Hell yeah, that’d be a much better time, but you know we gotta do this shit, too.”

  “Doesn’t mean we have to like it. As much as I wasn’t looking forward to getting back on the bus, at least there we can be us and not standing around bullshitting people we really don’t care about.”

  “Shhh.” Peri snuck up behind me. “Someone might hear that.”

  “I know but honestly, I don’t fucking care,” I told her.

  “No, none of us do. It’ll be over soon. Y’all want to come out to the RV when we’re done and have some real fun?” Her smile was contagious, and I nodded my head.

  “How much longer until we can sneak away from this place? I’ve had enough of this bubbly shit for one night.” I held out my stemmed flute to her.

  “Me, too.” The words came from behind KeeMac. Chandler looked around his side.

  “Hey, cupcake. You’re bored, too?” I asked her.

  “Hell yeah. Is this someone’s idea of a good time?” She looked straight at Peri.

  “I just do what I’m told. Tonight’s agenda included a party to kick off the new album. Don’t hold it against me.”

  We laughed as she looked like she was genuinely hurt by our words. “Girl, we’re only giving you shit. We’d never take it out on you. Besides, I bet you feel the same fucking way.”

  “I do. So, if we spread out and wait around making small talk to a few people close to a door, we can slip out one at a time without anyone noticing,” Peri offered, and we all laughed and nodded. “It’s a plan then. The RV, thirty minutes?”

  “You’re on.” The group said and slowly walked away.

  “I’ll find Lola and Gunner and let them know,” I quietly told Peri as I walked by her and she nodded.

  They were in total agreement when I found them. We each found a spot on the outside of the bullshit ring and spent time making small talk with strangers
and then slowly disappeared one by one. It felt great the second I pulled that tie off my neck and stuffed it in my coat pocket. I fucking hated ties. Whoever invented them must have been a masochist of the worst kind.

  Chapter Seven

  “You know if we leave now, we can be in L.A. where AD is in about two hours, right?” Hayden seemed pumped at the idea of meeting up with them. I didn’t want to see them any sooner than necessary. The longer we put that off, the better I’d be.

  “Yeah, but we have three more venues to play before we join them in Portland. I vote we wait.” I could see his enthusiasm falter with my comment.

  “What is it you have against meeting them? They’re all great people. You’re going to love them. I can’t begin to tell you how much they’ve helped me in my career much less personally. I know they’ll have so many awesome ideas on how to take us to another level.”

  “I’m tired’s all. We’ve been traveling and performing straight since we left Austin. Guess I just don’t want to go any more than we need to in one day.” I tried to make that sound convincing, but even I knew what a lame excuse it was.

  “Woman, you are too young to act this damn old.”

  “Ha, ha. That song’s already written, Hayden.” I forced a laugh when I said it.

  “No, really. Let’s go up there tonight, and we can sleep in tomorrow morning. They have one more day before they leave L.A. so maybe they can catch our show. I know Peri can get us a room in their hotel if I call her now.”

  “I don’t want to inconvenience them and besides, we already have rooms closer to our venue.” My excuses were starting to sound desperate now, even to me.