by Amity Cross
Blair flashed me a wicked grin and backed away into the crowd, making a beeline for the bar. No sooner than she was gone, I was accosted by some guy who started talking in my ear with a thick French accent and I couldn't understand a fucking word he was saying. I think Furlough had said he was that big shot producer from some Paris based label that was attending tonight. His name sounded familiar, so I guessed he was. I nodded at intervals, covering the fact that I was sneaking glances around the packed club, already looking for Blair.
This was the part where I would usually ditch the shop talk, find a willing woman or three, find something to stick up my nose and have a party all of my own. Being here brought back all kinds of painful memories, memories that didn't do me any good to be reliving. This was the noise I wanted to drown out. Looking past the guy that was still talking to me about some stupid as fuck thing he wanted my time for, I saw about fifty other people casting glances my way. Waiting for their chance to pounce. Waiting for a slice.
When the guy in front of me realized he'd lost my attention he shook my hand and retreated into the crowd. Fuck, I hated these things, but I had to show for the good of the tour and blah blah blah. All I could see in them now was something else that would drive a wedge between me and Blair. I scanned the dance floor and the bar, but she'd disappeared. I couldn't even see any of the guys, but that didn't mean anything. They were allowed to have a good time. I was the one who had a problem with it.
A hand slid across the small of my back and I turned, expecting to find Blair, but it was someone else. A familiar, tall, buxom brunette sidled up to me and I felt bile rise in the back of my throat. To my detriment, I knew every part of her extremely well. I knew all her tells, her sensitive spots, where she liked to be sucked…where she liked me to put my dick. So, it looked like tonight would be a fucking test of my sobriety skills then.
"Evie." I looked her over, more out of habit than anything and she smiled, stepping closer.
"West, babe." She kissed me on the cheek, deliberately pressing her surgically enhanced tits against my chest. "It's been months. Where have you been? I've been feeling...empty if you get my meaning."
One thing I was not doing was telling her what had me off the radar for the last six months. She would go straight to the press without batting her fake eyelashes and Furlough would string me up and Blair...she'd cut my balls off, literally.
"I've been busy," I said, edging away as discreetly as I could. I glanced around the crowded club, looking for Blair, but she was still MIA.
"That's a shame. Who's the girl?"
"What?" I asked, giving away that I hadn't really been listening.
"Fuck. You must really be into her," Evie said, looking me over.
I replied without missing a beat. "I am."
"Well, fucking shit. A million hearts just broke, West." She swatted me playfully on the arm, her teeth flashing brightly in the black light.
"A lot of things have changed, Evie."
"Oh, c'mon. You're not one for saying no to a party and a long, hard fuck. You know I'm good for it."
Oh, did I know she was dying to have any orifice filled with any cock she could wrap her claws around, but it wouldn't be mine. "I'm not interested in continuing our arrangement."
"She looks like she'd be good. You know I'd be up for a threesome," she purred. "But only if your new girl ate me out. I just know she'd be good with her mouth. I'd love to have her lips suck my clit while you watched."
Narrowing my eyes, I bit my tongue. Evie's comment pissed me off in ways I never thought possible. The old West would've been up for anything. He would've jacked off watching two beautiful women go down on each other, but the thought of one of them being Blair made my blood boil like molten lava.
"Blair is mine," I hissed. "Stay the fuck away from her."
I wasn't sure, but I thought I saw anger flash across Evie's flawless features. In the darkness of the club, it could've been anything, but she was smiling now, a playful pout on her red lips.
"So, I'm not getting laid tonight?" She cooed, sticking her breasts out.
I shook my head. "Not by me." Before she could open her mouth, I added, "And definitely not by Blair."
Evie's features gave away her annoyance at being rejected and her posture stiffened. "Blair is such a pretty name. Maybe I should go and introduce myself. It's only fitting that I pass on some tips, fuck buddy to fuck buddy. I do know what gets you hard, after all. Us whores have to stick together."
She went to move off, but I gabbed her arm, yanking her back to face me. Fucking bitch.
"Do not refer to her as a whore, Evie." The words spilled out of me with white hot rage. "She is my girlfriend and will be treated with respect. She is mine and I am hers. If you even glance at her, you'll have big fucking problems. Got it?"
"You think you fucking love her?" she spat in disbelief. "The only thing you love is yourself, Jake West. Yourself, your dick and whatever drugs you can manipulate out of your string of whores. You are nothing but a talentless piece of shit."
Clenching my fists at my sides, I gritted my teeth. Venomous bitch. "Get the fuck out of here before I get security to fuck your ass."
"Asshole," she hissed and spun on her five-inch stripper heels and shoved her way through the crowd.
Striding off in the other direction, I ignored people who were calling my name and grabbing at my arm. All I wanted was Blair in my arms. Blair would ease all of this fucking noise. She was my fucking oasis. She was my cure. Blair would save me.
Finally catching sight of her, my heart beat painfully in my chest and I elbowed my way through the throng of clubbers. There was no way that she'd ever come into contact with Evie. There was no way I'd expose her to such venomous bullshit. If Blair was going to hear about anything that had happened in my past, it was going to be from me and me alone. Truthfully, I had no intention of ever going down that path. If she knew the full extent of my fuck ups, she'd run the opposite direction. If she was gone, then my life was over.
Blair's head rose like she knew I was coming and when she turned and saw me stalking towards her, her expression changed dramatically. I was so fucking turned on right now and the look in her eyes betrayed that she was too. I knew her pussy would be moistening, her thighs clenching in anticipation, her skin aching for my touch. My cock twitched in response to my carnal thoughts and all I wanted to do was fuck her up against that bar and be damned with the crowd of people and their camera phones.
I went to grab her and she placed her palm against my chest, stopping me.
"Down boy," she said, looking me up and down.
"B-"
Sliding her hands down my chest and over my hips, she pulled me against her body. I pinned her against the back of the bar, pressing my hard on into her stomach. "Are you dealing okay?" she murmured into my ear, so only I could hear.
"No." I couldn't lie to her.
"You promised me a dirty dance, West." She pressed against me, coaxing me backward toward the dance floor, seeming to know what I wanted.
In a daze, I let her lead me into the middle of the writhing mass of bodies dancing to some bleepy techno song. When her hands found their way underneath my shirt, I let her stroke my skin, relishing in the bolts of electricity she sent sparking directly into my hardening cock. Placing my hands on her hips, I ground her against my crotch in time with the music, already losing my head to her.
"Touch me," she moaned. "No one will see."
"Wildcat," I groaned into her neck.
"Wildcat?" she panted. "What kind of name is that?"
"The perfect one for you. You fuck me like a wildcat…the way you shred me to pieces with your claws."
"It turns you on."
"Fuck, beautiful, I like that you mark me." I slid my hand down the front of her short shorts and rubbed her clit, oblivious to the people dancing centimeters away. Blair circled her hips against my swirling fingers and I pressed deeper, slipping through her folds. She was wet and ready as I
knew she would be and before I lost my nerve, I plunged two fingers inside her pussy.
"Yes," she said, pressing her lips against mine.
I palmed her clit harder, circling my fingers deeper into her slick pussy. "Are you going to come for me? Are you going to come in front of all these people?"
"Yes. Make me come." She rolled her hips into my hand, and if anyone was actually watching, they would probably just think we were dancing. The thought of being in such a public place with my fingers deep inside her, made my cock strain harder against my tight jeans. The moment she gave her orgasm to me, I was getting out of here and taking her back to the hotel. I was going to strip her down and fuck her until she screamed my name.
Blair leaned her head against the crook of my neck as I fucked her harder with my hand, the way her jacket hung either side of us shielded the fact I had my hand firmly down the front of her little short shorts. Using my body as leverage, I pushed into her as hard as I could, coaxing her towards climax. When her pussy started to clench around my fingers, I rolled my palm around her clit, grinding against it with as much pressure as I could manage in our awkward position.
Her teeth sunk into my neck as she came for me, an awesome as fuck pain splitting into my skin. Wildcat.
"Fuck," she moaned, totally oblivious to the people dancing around us. Until that moment, I'd forgotten about them, too. Pulling my hand free, she grabbed my wrist and sucked my fingers into her mouth, licking off her arousal.
"Shit, you're dirty." A group of women nearby turned to look at us and I didn't give a fuck that they suspected what I'd just done.
"What now, Dark and Dangerous?"
"Dark and Dangerous?" I asked, my eyebrow quirking.
"You give me a name, I give you one."
"Is that how this goes?" I dipped my forefinger back between her lips.
Her tongue swirled around it and she released me. "Before I knew your name, it was the one I gave you."
"Really?"
"You'll always be Dark and Dangerous to me."
I flexed against her, feeling like I was going to explode at any moment like a pubescent teenager. "I really want to fuck you right now."
"Then let's sneak away."
"I was thinking the exact same thing," I said, winding an arm around her waist. She crumbled against me and I led her through the crowd and out onto the street with a single minded purpose. Me in her.
I could've waited for a car to be brought around, but by the time it would've shown up, I'd be hounded for photos and autographs and Blair would be left waiting again. Shit, if I left my cock waiting any longer, it'd shrivel up and fall off. Stepping out onto the road, I hailed the first taxi that came along and pulled her in before anyone noticed I was standing there.
Giving the driver the name of the hotel, I sunk back into the seat with a relieved sigh.
"You okay?" Blair asked, running a hand up and down my thigh.
Leaning over so the driver couldn't hear, I murmured in her ear, "Not until we're behind closed doors and I'm pounding my cock into you, wildcat."
She ran her tongue over her bottom lip before sucking it in her mouth. "Can't fucking wait."
Paris, Madrid, Amsterdam, Brussels, Berlin, Prague…all these amazing cities and I didn't feel excited about any of them.
As the days wore into weeks, the further West and I seemed to drift apart. The connection we'd forged since landing in London, and those first few shit hot days in Paris, started to split as his time became more in demand. An interview, a photo shoot, gig after gig, fan greets, festival slots...there was always something that required his attention and I was left alone more and more.
The press continued to hound us for photos and run stories about our 'rocky relationship', but strangely enough, they never bothered me unless I was with West. I wasn't sure if I should be relieved or pissed off that I was discardable. Furlough was at maximum douchewad because most of the stories didn't focus on the tour and it seemed like he had it out for me every time he was forced to deal with some new gossip rag scandal. I was beginning to become baggage and pretty useless baggage at that.
After all the crap, West would come back to me at whatever hotel we were in and half the time he'd wake me up with his cock already pressing into my opening. We'd fuck away our problems, fuck away our divide, and when we fell asleep covered in sweat, everything seemed better once the sun rose.
Everything we'd seemed to have worked for had slipped back into the unexplainable and I found myself resenting the fact that I was dragged on this stupid as fuck tour. I knew I would have to spend a lot of time alone, but not this much. Reality was a different story, one that I didn't want to finish.
Eventually, I forgot what city we were in, what event West was stuck at, while I wiled away the hours at the hotel, or wandering the street, faux sightseeing. Today I'd been out walking up and down some river, in some German city, while West was at some thing, and when I got back to the hotel, I was dying for some hard liquor.
I was kinda surprised to find Joe standing out the front, all on his lonesome, and it was a stark contrast to West. Nobody paid him the slightest bit of attention and the thought crossed my mind that I'd picked the wrong member of Affliction before I could stop it. Grimacing, I walked up to him and dramatically waved away a puff of cigarette smoke.
"You know, those things will make you flaccid," I said. "Judging by your steady performance these past weeks, I gather you like using your dick."
"Shit," Joe exclaimed, straightening up when he saw it was me. "Only you would have the balls to say shit like that to someone you hardly know."
"I've hot big hairy ones, didn't you know?"
"Where's West? Is he still at that VIP thing?" He looked over my shoulder, but I was sans-sidekick.
"I'm solo." I shrugged, slipping a mask on. I didn't want anyone to know just how alone I felt.
"Wanna go get a drink or ten? Hotel bar of course. Hands to myself." He gave me a wink for good measure and I had the good sense to know he was just pulling my leg.
"Sure. Why aren't you out living the high life? Sticking euros down stripper's undies and licking booze out of their belly buttons?"
"I'm knackered," he sighed. "This schedule is kicking my ass. I feel like I'm getting old."
I gave him a look. "You're like twenty-six. I think you've got a bit left in the tank."
He gave me a wink and pushed off the wall, butting out his cigarette. "Old enough to know better, young enough to keep doing it, eh?"
Inside, the bar wasn't exactly kicking it, but the quiet kinda soothed my mind. A few hotel guests were sitting at the bar and around the tables, suits and younger couples. Joe sat me at one end of the bar, away from the behaved rabble.
"Why can you get away with the disappearing trick?" I asked, taking a gin and tonic from the bartender. "The few times I've tried with West, he's always missed."
"I can sneak away and they might miss me in an hour or so, but Jake…well, all eyes are on him so they'd definitely notice."
"Don't they care about you?" I asked. "That's gotta suck."
"It used to, but after seeing the shit our bad boy frontman has to deal with on a daily basis, he can have it. I just wanna play guitar and shag a few birds."
"You're a fucking poet." I downed a mouthful of my drink, relishing the slow burn of gin in the back of my throat.
Joe didn't reply, he was too busy looking out the window at a swarm of groupies that had chosen that moment to arrive in all their slutty glory.
It was something that I'd quickly picked up on. Women would hang around the hotel, waiting for a band member to appear, hoping for a night they wouldn't forget. Why? Who the fuck knew, right? So they could brag to their stupid as fuck friends that they boned a rock star. In all the times I'd fucked random guys, I'd never bragged once. Bragging about some guy sticking his dick in you seemed vulgar.
Thinking about the last few weeks and the women who constantly pawed at West made my blood boil. Especia
lly since I was standing right near him while they did it. Watching another woman grope your boyfriend's cock in public like you were a replaceable piece of shit really made a girl feel special.
I looked over the rabble outside and couldn't find it in myself to understand why sequins were ever popular. Every single one of them wore itty bitty dresses with their flaps hanging out and heels that made half of them walk around with the gait of a velociraptor.
"You can roll a turd in glitter, but it's still a turd," I said, glaring at them through the window.
Joe let out a loud laugh, slapping a hand on the bar. "Fuck me, you're amazing, Blair."
"Sorry, I'm a one dick woman."
"I think I understand why Jake likes your smart mouth."
"If you wanna go get lucky, by all means." I gestured outside. "West'll be along in his own sweet time."
"It cuts him up, you know. Leaving you alone."
I grunted, not trusting my foul mouth. I'd say something I'd regret and since I was trying and all that, it wouldn't fly.
"Being on tour's hard on a good run," Joe said. "That's why we fuck around. It's not the best way to treat people, but not all of us have you like he does. Our time is packed from go to whoa."
"I knew things would be like this. I mean, I'd be fucking stupid if I expected sunshine and fucking rainbows, but reality is a little...different."
"I told him this would happen," he said, his voice low.
"Told him what?" When Joe didn't answer and looked at me sheepishly, I slapped him on the arm.
"I told him that trying to deal with an addiction and get into a new relationship while on tour wasn't the smartest play in the book. It puts him under a fuckload of pressure, not to mention what it would do to you… Then there's the press and all the bullshit they print."
"Do to me?" I felt anger beginning to simmer.
"Look, he'd do anything for you Blair. I mean that. He's afraid if he takes his eyes off of you for one second, you'll disappear. I really believe that one day he could love you."
"What has he told you about me?" I bit back on my temper. I wasn't angry with Joe, but West on the other hand…I'd never told anyone the truth of what had happened to my parents and why I did the stupid shit I did. If he'd betrayed my trust I'd cut off his balls and choke him with them.