I wasn’t overly disappointed about the concert being cancelled. I had been looking forward to my song. We were supposed to be doing our 90’s solo’s and I was going to sing a song called Angels by Robbie Williams. I’ve said it before, I’m not a religious guy, but there was something about that song that always made me hope I had an angel looking out for me.
My life sucked for those past eight years or so. I came close, but I think I can honestly say that I didn’t let it break me. That’s what the song meant to me. Something to be proud of, I guess.
A day lying around in bed wasn’t something to be sneezed at, and a day lying in a big, comfy bed where they were delivering food and whatever else you needed to your door was awesome. I never minded the time on stage, but the shit that led up to it took all day. I got up a few times throughout the day when they brought me breakfast and lunch, but otherwise I lay in bed, caught up on my sleep, and watched TV. I got a text from Elly about three. She said they were in meetings all day but she wanted to know if I wanted to see her tonight.
Why are you horny again? I texted her back…just joking around.
Maybe. Can’t I just miss you too though?
I thought about that for a second. I’d never had a girlfriend, just fuck-friends. Sober, I’m not that interesting. I know women find me attractive and I know I’m good in bed…and I kick ass on stage. Beyond that, I was not sure what she thought I had to offer. I texted back:
I was just kidding. Come over when you can.
I’ll be there at seven.
I continued to lie in bed, fantasizing about what I was going to do when I finally had the million dollars in my hand. The first thing I knew I needed to do was pay off all the bills I’d racked up the past couple of years. If you put my name into a credit program right then, the computer probably would have smoked and alarmed. I also need a car. I didn’t need anything fancy; I was mostly happy with my bike. But it wasn’t always the most convenient means of transportation if you considered the weather and if you had anything more than a duffel bag to carry. I wanted to pay Elly back and probably get my own place. Or maybe our own place; I’d have to think about that one. Fuck! While I had all of this time, I should have been working on the songs those mother-fuckers were insisting on before they’ll pay me the money I already won fair and square.
I pulled my lazy ass up and got out my notebook and my guitar. I worked on that until about six o’clock. I was getting really into it after a while and by the time I had to stop; I had a good head start on it. I didn’t want to be all funky when Elly got there though, so I finally got in the shower. I took a long, hot one. I started thinking about her and how she was the other night; I almost got myself off but I decided to save it for her. I stepped out and was drying off when there was a knock on the door.
I started to answer it naked, thinking Elly was early. She would think it was funny. But, I decided it would be just my luck that it was Tony or better yet, Jake or one of his minions.
“Coming!” I yelled before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my waist. I was really glad I did when I pulled open the door and saw who it was.
“Hi, Tristan!” It was Brooke…in a pink, Hello Kitty robe. What the fuck? She had to walk past security like that to get here.
“Um, hey Brooke. What’s up?”
“I’m bored. I brought us some beer.” She’s bored. What the fuck did that have to do with me?
“Yeah, thanks.” She had a six pack in her hand. “I don’t really drink beer anymore. I’m so—“
“Yeah, I know. You’re sober.” Then why the fuck did you bring alcohol? “Can I come in?”
“It’s not really a good idea. I just got out of the shower, I need to get dressed. I was expecting someone.”
“Just for a minute.” she said with her bottom lip stuck out. “Please?” I was still standing in her way, so she was in the doorway. She handed me the beer. I took it and turned around to sit it next to me on a table that was there. I wasn’t going to let her in. I thought she was beginning to get the hint, but instead of turning around and leaving like a normal person she opened her robe. Underneath, she was completely nude. It was a fucking awesome sight too. My body was responding and my brain stopped working temporarily. It took me a few seconds to recover and then pissed that she thought she could just show up and drop her robe.
I said, “What the hell are you doing? Close your robe.”
She smiled and said, “Aw, come on Tristan. I know you like what you see,” her eyes dropped to the tent underneath my towel and said, “Why fight it?”
“Fuck, Brooke, you need to go. This isn’t going to happen.”
She pouted again and then said, “I hate to resort to blackmail but…”
“Don’t even think about bringing up Elly. I told you before that shit wasn’t going to work on me.”
“I wasn’t going to say anything about Elly,” she said with an eye-roll. “I was going to say that if you don’t let me in, I’ll drop the rest, right here.” She started letting it slide off her shoulders and just then one of the security guys walked by. He was on his phone and had an umbrella over his head to block the rain so I didn’t think he saw her, but still. Shit!
“Jesus, Brooke, get the fuck in here.” She stepped in and I closed the door. When I turned back around she’d dropped the robe completely like she’d threatened to do. Fuck! She was gorgeous and my damned cock was getting longer and harder underneath the towel around my waist. “What the hell are you doing? Have you lost your fucking mind? This isn’t going to happen, Brooke. Put your robe on and get the fuck out!”
She ran her hands across her breasts and stomach and then down to the top of her pussy. Licking her lips, she said, “What’s the matter, Tristan? I know you like it.” Her eyes were on my crotch again. “Don’t you want to touch it? Touch me, Tristan…I’ll make you feel so good.”
I dropped down into the chair, trying to cover up my wood. Later, I’ll realize that was the worst move I could have made. She kept staring at the towel where my cock was pressing and trying to escape. That wasn’t helping my problem. “No! I’m going to say this one more time. You and I are not going to fucking happen! Now put your robe back on and get the fuck out of here.” Jesus she was hot.
She stuck her bottom lip out again, still brushing the tips of her fingers over her hard nipples. Then suddenly she flashed me another little nasty smile and bent over to pick up the robe she dropped. When she did, she stuck her perfectly round ass right in my face and wiggled it. Fuck! She stood back up and I thought she was putting the robe on, but then she dropped it again and said,
“Whoops!” just before she dropped her naked ass down into my lap.
“Brooke! What the fuck is wrong with you?” She had her lips puckered and aiming for mine and God help me, I’d never in my life turned a naked chick away before….but all I wanted her to do was leave. Was she hot? Yeah, most definitely. Was my cock hard from looking at her? Painfully so. Did I want to fuck her? No. It was still strange to me, but the truth was I only wanted Elly. Besides, if I fucked her and Elly found out…that would be the end of me fucking Elly, and I didn’t want that to happen.
She kept wiggling herself around on my cock until she was finally straddling me and my hard cock was pressed up against the towel that was pressed up into her pussy.
“Damn it, Brooke! Get the fuck off of me!”
Chapter Ten
Elly
We finally finished up with our meetings around six-forty-five. Jake was there for the second one, but the room was full with the entire crew so he didn’t so much as make eye-contact with me. Good, pervert! When the meeting broke up, I hung back for a while. I wanted to make sure he wasn’t waiting outside the door for me. I might have been getting paranoid again, but the guy seriously creeped me out. Even college guys didn’t go so far as to try and touch me when they were hitting on me. There were only a few of us girls left and I was finally getting ready to leave and head over to Tristan’s b
us when Tammy, one of the other interns on the tour said, “Hey Elly, you want to go get a drink with us?”
“Nah, I don’t think I really want to get out in the rain. Thanks though.”
“Okay, I’ll walk back to the bus with you.”
“Um…okay,” I said. She got her jacket and umbrella and we went out of the hotel together and towards the bus. We showed our passes and passed through security. Tristan’s bus was parked before ours and when we got there I stopped and said, “I forgot, I needed to check in with Tristan about something. I’ll catch up with you when you guys get back.”
She looked at me like she suspected I was there for what I was really there for. I was pretty sure they all knew. There was no such thing as a secret amongst the crew. They couldn’t fire me for it, so I didn’t care.
“Okay, goodnight!” she said.
“Night.” I waited until she was gone and slipped inside really quickly. I didn’t want to have to make excuses up to anyone else. I went up the steps and around the corner; then my world caved in on me. I suddenly couldn’t breathe.
“What the fuck is going on?” I managed to squeak out.
“Shit! Fuck!” Tristan stood up, knocking a butt naked Brooke into the floor. All he had on was a towel….a tented towel. I felt sick, nauseous. I was such a fool. I wanted to turn away, but I couldn’t. It was like seeing an accident on the freeway. I didn’t want to see Brooke’s naked ass, but I had to look. “This isn’t what you think, Elly. She jumped on me! She wouldn’t take no for an answer.” Tristan was sweating bullets and out of breath. Of course he was; they were probably making out before I came in. Brooke was still sitting on the floor. She was looking at me and although I could only see her out of the corner of my eye, I think the bitch was actually smiling.
“Yeah, right. Nothing happened. She’s naked and so are you…practically. Nothing happened…yet, but judging from that raging hard on under your towel, it was about to.” I wanted to stop myself there and walk away, but I couldn’t. It was like I was listening to someone else’s high-pitched, shaky voice say, “You’re a fucking asshole! I can’t believe after everything we’ve been through…everything I’ve done for you….” I was tearing up but I had to give Brooke her due as well. I turned on her and said, “You, Brooke, are nothing but a cheap, nasty, two-bit whore. As soon as he’s finished with you he’ll throw your skanky ass out in the rain just like he threw you on the floor. Trust me. He doesn’t give a shit about anyone but himself.” I turned to go and felt Tristan’s hand on my arm.
“Elly, please listen to me.” I looked at his face. I have to give it to him, he really looked sad. He probably was…sad that he got caught. Fucking idiot! He knew I was coming by; he had all day to fuck her before I got there. He just proved once again that he didn’t give a fuck about my feelings. I should have learned my lesson long ago. I shook him off and went out into the rain.
I slipped around in front of the bus, just in case he came after me. Right, who was I fucking kidding? He wasn’t going to chase me. He was going to go back in there and fuck that skank. I’d just told Brooke the truth; he didn’t give a shit about anyone but Tristan. I’d known that all along but I’d been trying to fool myself. Instead, I’d made a fool out of myself. He only tried to hide the fact he was fucking Brooke because he was afraid he’d need something else from me. Let her fucking support him. I was done! Every fucking thing I’d done for him and this is how he repaid me!
I stood there in the rain crying; I never cried….motherfucker! I could feel the mascara running into my eyes and down my face. It didn’t matter what I looked like, I already felt like the biggest fucking idiot on the face of the earth. The worst part was, this wasn’t even really his fault. It was mine; I was a fucking moron for trusting a guy like him.
MY ROCK #7
Chapter One
Elly
I don’t know how long I stood there, leaning against that bus in the rain. I zoned out for a while, feeling sorry for myself and wondering why I attracted men who wanted nothing from me but sex. Did I give off some kind of slut vibe? My ex, the one who died, he was the only one who ever talked about forever, and look how that turned out. The son of a bitch found the pills more attractive than a life with me and then he left me all alone. After that, while I was trying to deal with it with my own substances, I had a short, but torrid affair with a guy who had never been anything but my friend, Cole. The thing about Cole that was so comforting to me was that we both knew it would never go any further than sex. We knew so much about each other and we knew that a relationship between the two of us would never work. I finally got cleaned up and I haven’t seen him since. I was a little sad to have lost the friendship, but it was better to just make a clean break after we’d crossed that line.
After doing well on my own for a while…I went and hooked up with Tristan. That was supposed to only be about sex, too. It was supposed to be about satisfying a fantasy I’d had since I was a kid. Stupid, stupid me! I let myself start feeling things for the bastard and there I was, standing in the rain, feeling like a fool. Maybe I was a slut.
Then, of course, there was still Jake. The uber wealthy record producer, show producer, CEO, and my boss who very casually offered to get you whatever I need if I was willing to sleep with him. The bastard! The one thing I always thought for sure I was doing right was my job. I guess that was not really true though—I slept with Tristan when I wasn’t supposed to and got myself fired for it. Jeez! Jake only confirmed that I was only good for one thing where men were concerned. He’d built me up and made me think I was so good that he wanted to recruit me for his team—his team of chicks that warmed his bed on the road, I guess.
I finally pulled myself together enough to walk my wet ass back to my own bus. Of course, two of the other girls were still there.
“Oh my God, Elly! What happened to you, honey? Here, let me get you a towel.” Hannah, one of the nicest of the show’s production crew jumped up to go get a towel. Tammy, the girl who I’d walked out with that night was staring at me.
“What?” I said, maybe a little too bitchy.
She had the decency not to smile, but I saw her lips twitch. She continued to stare at me while I dried myself off with the towel Hannah brought me. Finally she said, “Elly, we all know about you and Tristan. I know you were going to hang out with him tonight. It’s okay, we all think he’s hot and we completely understand what you see in him. But, you don’t look like you had much fun tonight. You want to talk about it?”
I glanced at Hannah and she smiled reassuringly. “Whatever you say is staying right here between us, hon. I’m not a gossip and neither is Tammy. Sometimes it helps to talk about it. Sometimes it doesn’t. It’s entirely up to you.”
I broke down then and started sobbing. Sweet Hannah, not even worried about getting all wet, put her arm around me and pulled me into her shoulder. I cried again in big, heaving sobs. It was ridiculous. I was not a crier, at all, yet this was the second time that night I turned loose with the water works.
When I could finally speak I said, “Shit! I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
Tammy said, “Tell you what, go put on some dry, warm comfy clothes and I’ll make us some hot chocolate. That’ll make you feel better.”
“Aren’t you guys going out?”
“Nah, I was planning to stay here all along. It’s too wet out there, I’m not that desperate,” Hannah said with a laugh.
Then Tammy added, “I am that desperate, but lazy. So I decided not to go, either.”
That made me laugh. I agreed to change and have hot chocolate with them. I went in and put on a green velour jogging suit and blow dried my hair. I pulled it into a pony-tail and, now fresh-faced and warm and dry, I went back out where the girls were.
Tammy handed me a cup and I saw that there were mini-marshmallows floating on top and a stick of cinnamon inside the cup. It was just like my mother made it for me when I was a kid. I almost started crying again.
I must have been hormonal
“Thank you, Tammy. It looks yummy.” I sat down with them and after taking a sip and letting the sweet, warm liquid get into my veins and take away that deep, bone-chill I said, “I feel like a fool.”
“What did he do?” Tammy asked.
Hannah sat down across from us. She looked so genuinely sympathetic that I didn’t want to look at her. I was afraid she’d make the tears flow again. I looked at Tammy instead and said, “You guys are right…but you know that. I am still seeing Tristan. Worse than that, I was letting him stay with me. We decided to be exclusive a few months ago. I thought things were going good until a few days ago when I found out he’d lied to me about something pretty important. I don’t want to say what that was, it’s his business to tell, but I was hurt. After a couple of days, I decided to suck it up and be the bigger person. I went to him and I actually apologized for accusing him of lying…although I know he lied. I’m an idiot.”
Looking confused Tammy said, “So is that what you’re upset about tonight?”
With a sigh I told her, “No, it gets better…or worse, I guess. I forgave him and we were supposed to hang out tonight. When I got there and walked in he was sitting in a chair in nothing but a towel—with a very naked Brooke in his lap.”
Tammy raised her eyebrows. “Brooke? Contestant Brooke? That Ho!”
Tammy was obviously not a Brooke fan. Hannah looked thoughtful and said, “You said he knew you were coming? Why would he be messing around with her when he knew you were going to walk in?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “Either he’s that arrogant, or that stupid, or I am. Maybe he thought if I’d forgive him for lying, I’d forgive him for anything. Maybe he was just so horny he didn’t even consider what I might think or how I’d react. Brooke knew about us a long time ago. She tried to get in his pants and he said no. She threatened to tell and get me fired…that was before I did get fired. Anyways, if he can sleep with her after all that, he doesn’t care about me at all.”
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