by Tania Sparks
I shake my head in resignation. I know once Cody sets his mind on something he won’t stop until he gets his own way, so I reluctantly agree, “Okay, but promise me that you won’t say anything horrible about it.”
Cody frowns, leans back and says, “I’d never do that Kitty!”
I turn my art pad back over and hold out the sketch that I’d been working on. It’s a picture of them sitting here in this bus practicing and writing. He takes it from me and holds it out in front of him at arms distance. He assesses it carefully, not a single trace of emotion is showing on his face. He’s taking a really long time and I’m getting nervous that he hates it and doesn’t know what to say.
Then he rumbles, “Hell Kit. This is good!”
I shrug my shoulders in doubt.
“No!” he says more determinedly as he sits up straighter and moves to the edge of his seat, “This is really, really fucking good.”
He stands up and yells out, “Hey guys have you seen Kitty’s drawings?”
“Cody!” I shriek as I jump up and try to swipe it from him. He holds it well above his head where I can’t reach it. I refuse to jump around like a crazy person so I just stand there with my arms crossed angrily against my chest.
Cody lowers his head so he’s looking me straight in the eye and seriously declares, “Kitty, no really, this is awesome. Honestly, the guys need to see this. We could use this stuff…”
“Cody, don’t be silly, now I know you’re just humoring me.”
“I’m serious,” he says firmly.
He takes it over to the guys and passes my drawing around. The guys all eagerly agree and tell me that they love my drawing. Cody takes my art pad back off Ash and starts to flick through the other pages as he mumbles, “What else’s in here?” He’s concentrating a lot on each page. He sits down on the sofa and continues to peruse the pages slowly. Then he says, “Shit, she’s good…like professional good…not only the real life stuff but the artwork and logos she’s sketched. These drawings and designs are way cooler than the ones the agency has come up with for our new album cover. I thought the ones they had submitted to us had been cool, but these are fuckin’ sweet.” He looks over to me and says sincerely, “Kitty you’re a very talented artist.”
The guys all gather around and start looking through the pages too. They all seem very impressed. Nikki looks over to me and says, “Kitty, I knew you were good at all this art shit, but I never knew…why haven’t you shown me these before?”
I shrug my shoulders. I had never even considered sharing them with the guys. They’re just something I do in my spare time, although admittedly I have used one or two in my portfolio for school.
Cody walks back to where I’d been sitting, “What else do you have in here?” He starts rummaging through my art stuff. He grabs my camera and asks, “I’d noticed you’d been taking some photos. I had presumed that they were just little snapshots, something to share with your girlfriends or to put in scrap book, but I have a feeling that what you have on here is really good too. And now I think about it, this camera is a bit flashy for just normal snapshots. Can I see?”
I walk over to him, turn on the camera and show him how to flick through the photos on the memory. He’s mesmerized as he observes the pictures. “Shit Kit, you’re good at photography too, some of these pictures are extremely cool. They really capture the moment, really capture the feeling. And the ones that you have of us jamming, at sound check, performing or even the ones of us just hanging around, they all really capture what Oblivion are all about. You should sell this shit!”
He puts the camera down and continues to rummage through my stuff. He picks up my journal but I quickly swipe it out of his hands and I seriously say, “No, not that one, that’s my personal journal, that’s definitely private.”
Cody’s eyes twinkle as he tilts his head to the side, “Am I in there? Do you write about me?”
“Maybe.” I answer with a sly grin on my face. If only he knew!
“Then what do you say about me?” he asks curiously.
I reply cryptically, “Oh, this and that…”
Cody’s smile is from ear to ear as he continues, “Do you write about how amazing I am in the sack? What an amazing body I have and what a big…”
I quickly slap him on his shoulder. We’re both laughing but I quickly make sure that my journal is taken off him and packed away securely. There’s no way I want to share my inner-most thoughts with him. Besides any words or thoughts that I feel compelled to share always get posted on the Oblivion Facebook page, along with all the other numerous posts and comments from their dedicated fans.
We’re nearly at our destination and luckily we’re staying in a hotel tonight so I start to pack up all my stuff.
Chapter 12
We’re finally here and luckily the guys have the night off tonight, that way there’s enough time for the crew to set up the stage and do sound check before tomorrow night’s show. We all pile out of the bus and into the hotel lobby. We grab our swipe cards from the concierge on the way through and go straight up to the penthouse floor. Once again this hotel is amazing. The décor is incredible with lots of timber, warm soft furnishings, lavish carpets and amazing art works. We all shuffle inside as the guys clamber to claim the best bedrooms.
After settling into our individual rooms, we come out into the sitting area and try to figure out what to do this evening. We’re sitting around on the sectional sofa, music is playing at a low volume in the background and we’re all relaxed and pleased we’ve finally made it after such a long exhausting trip. We need to find something to do to shake off the grogginess of the journey.
Scott comes up with a suggestion, “Hey, I’ve got a good idea. Why don’t we call into Eric’s strip club that he showed us around last time we were here. Now that was a freakishly awesome night!”
The guys’ eyes all light up in excitement as they each agree enthusiastically. Nikki’s nodding his head eagerly and Hansen and Ash give each other knowing looks as they high five each other. Their enthusiasm makes it all too obvious that they enjoyed themselves immensely the last time they visited this city and they must know the owner because it sounds like they got a personal tour last time they were in town.
Cody turns to me and asks, “You okay with going to a strip club?”
I shrug my shoulders, “Sure, I don’t mind, sounds like fun.”
“Really?” he asks unbelievingly.
“Yes, really. But no touching!”
Cody grins cheekily and winks, “Okay, no touching.”
Trixie agrees, “Yeah, I think that sounds cool, but that no touching rule goes for you too Nikki.”
Nikki pouts dramatically but then grins brazenly as he gropes Trixie‘s ass suggestively, “Okay, no touching the strippers, you on the other hand…you I plan on touching.”
We all snigger at Nikki’s pact and after a general consensus that the idea sounds like fun, we get showered, freshened up and dressed, ready for a night out on the town.
Within an hour we’re sitting in a fancy private booth at the club, the drinks are flowing, the girls are dancing provocatively on the stage just in front of us and everyone seems to be enjoying themselves. For a strip club this is a particularly classy outfit. It’s very well presented and looks more like a high end sex club with dancers than any of the grimy flesh pits I’ve seen before, not that I’ve been to a lot.
The next song comes on. It’s a sexually explicit rock song and the DJ enthusiastically introduces the dancer. Her name is Roxy and she’s a sexy looking rocker chick who sashays onto the stage, moving her hips in time with the provocative music as she dips, swoops and slinks across the stage. She makes a bee-line straight to our table, having easily recognized her target rocker market. Her colorful tattoos are very well placed to move and twist with her flexible body and her shoulder length black shaggy hair emphasizes the ink that dances across her pale skin.
Hansen takes a special liking to this particular
dancer and spends the whole song stuffing dollar bills into various parts of her skimpy costume. She doesn’t seem to mind though and spends most of her time shimmying and gyrating right in front of him, her lithe body moves in very sexual ways and she obviously knows just how to get this crowd hyped. She gradually removes items of her clothing until all she’s wearing is a tiny black G-string. The piercings in her lip, nipples and belly button sparkle in the bright flashing lights and add a heightened level of erotica to her dance. At the very end of the song she rips off her G-string so she’s totally naked. We all manage to get a quick glimpse of another sparkling intimate piercing before she quickly turns her back to the audience and sexily strolls off the stage. Before she disappears she seductively turns her head over her shoulder and gives Hansen a pert little wave and a sexy wink.
Scott gives Hansen a high five as Hansen stretches his neck to try to see where the girl has disappeared to. He stands up from his seat, not too discretely adjusts his jeans and announces, “Sorry guys, Roxy wants me and who the hell am I to say no.” He saunters in the direction of the back stage door. He’s obviously interested in a show of a more private nature. As he reaches the back stage area he encounters a huge buff bouncer, who I’m sure will stop his planned progress, but after a few minutes of apparent good-humored talk, the bouncer shakes Hansen’s hand, turns around, opens the door and yells something into the back stage area. Within a few short seconds the sexy rocker chick appears briefly at the door in a black short silk robe. She grabs Hansen by his T-shirt and roughly drags him inside. I think we’ll be lucky to see Hansen again tonight.
Some more drinks are delivered and we settle down for the next song. The DJ’s booth lights up and he announces, “Well folks, I’ve noticed we have a few ladies in the audience tonight…” The rowdy group of men in the club all whistle and cheer. Cody squeezes my thigh tightly. The DJ continues, “So I thought we’d have one for the ladies…there’ll certainly be some fires in the ladies panties shortly, so everyone please welcome Rick the fireman onto the stage!”
The music pounds, hard and heavy. It’s in stark contrast to the slower sultry songs that the girls have been dancing to. A hot looking guy in a fireman’s costume comes romping onto the stage. He’s not wearing much already, so I’m not quite sure what he plans to take off! He starts his performance as he thrusts and gyrates in time to the music. The Oblivion guys all look at each other and shake their heads in utter disgust. Cody comments “What the Fuck man!” The others all agree with frowns and cursed mutterings.
Me, Eve and Trixie have all started paying a little more attention to what’s happening on the stage. The three of us stand up and dance excitedly to the music, much to the revulsion of the Oblivion guys who look like they honestly don’t know where they should look.
Trixie leans over to Scott, waves her hand in his direction and yells above the volume of the music, “Scott, give me a few dollar bills.”
Scott reaches into his pocket and hands Trixie some bills. Trixie grins and waves them in the air, trying to get the attention of the sexy fireman.
Nikki scowls and doesn’t look very impressed, “That no fuckin’ touching thing goes for you too Trixie!”
Just as the sexy fireman starts to dance his way towards Trixie, Nikki swipes the bills from her hand and shoves them defiantly down the front of his own jeans.
Trixie’s laughing as she yells at him, “Hey!”
Nikki grins back at her and challenges, “No touching. If you’re gonna be putting your hands down anyone’s pants, it’s gonna be mine.”
Trixie doesn’t miss a beat as she quickly straddles Nikki’s legs, reaches down, undoes his zipper and goes in search of the missing bills. Nikki isn’t perturbed at all. He just sits there with a larger-than-life smile across his lips. His hands rest securely on Trixie’s hips as he allows her to search while thrusting his hips in time to the music.
After a few more seconds than would have been necessary to just grab the notes, Trixie removes her hand from Nikki’s jeans, complete with a handful of bills. As quickly as she’s removed them, Nikki swipes them from her again and tries to hand them back to Scott.
Scott reacts in utter shock as he howls, “Shit no! Don’t fuckin’ give them back to me! I know where they’ve been!”
Trixie tries to grab the notes out of Nikki’s hand but he’s too quick.
The Oblivion guys are laughing as Scott exclaims, “Come on Nikki, the poor fireman’s been shaking his ass in your girl’s face for the whole song, he deserves some cash.”
Nikki grimaces but stands up and waves the bills at the sexy fireman. The dancer comes sauntering and dancing towards Nikki. He obviously wants his tip so he shakes his ass right in Nikki’s face. Nikki growls and sneers, “Shit I don’t know whether to give the fucker the money or punch his lights out.” He quickly decides that the best course of action is to get rid of the dancer as quickly as possible, so he hurriedly stuffs the bills down the back of the dancer’s underwear. The sexy fireman turns around and grinds his crotch in Nikki’s face. Nikki glowers at him angrily and quickly returns to his seat, prompting fits of laughter from the rest of us.
All this distraction has meant that we’ve missed the majority of sexy fireman’s performance. His song quickly finishes, the ladies in the club all clap, whistle and cheer. Then the stage is quickly filled with a group racy female dancers who are dressed in skimpy cheer leader costumes. They flip and flounce around the stage, managing to easily recapture the attention of the mainly male audience.
We all effortlessly get back to drinking, socializing and watching the show. After a few more songs and a few more drinks, this stimulating atmosphere is definitely getting me in the mood. I glance over to Cody and I come to the conclusion that he’s feeling pretty turned on himself. We hold each other’s gaze for a few seconds and Cody’s serious expression turns into a cheeky suggestive one as an impish grin tugs at his lips. His eyes twinkle mischievously as he raises his eyebrows and nods his head towards the back room. I raise my eyebrows in question, pretending that I’m not sure what he’s suggesting, but his eyes are burning with desire and I’m pretty sure I know exactly what he intends. He stands up and holds out his hand to me. I bite my lip and pretend I’m not sure, but I’m not convincing anyone. I know as well as Cody that I have no intention of not going with him. I stand up and he pulls me close, crushing our bodies together. The heat from his body hits me almost instantly and I sigh in total satisfaction as he buries his head in my neck and kisses me softly on my neck. He rumbles, “Let’s find somewhere a little more private huh?”
I reply with absolutely no hesitation, “Good idea.”
He clasps my hand and practically drags me away. I think he’s going to take me to the bathrooms, but he surprises me by striding straight up to one of the bouncers. The bouncer immediately recognizes Cody as he greets us cheerfully, “Hey Cody, nice to see you again. I didn’t realize you guys were back in town.”
Cody replies, “Yep, just for the one show tomorrow night.”
The bouncer gives me the once over and asks, “You looking for a private room?”
Cody replies promptly, “Yep.”
The bouncer steps to the side and I notice a door that was behind his back. He holds it open and tells Cody, room four is free.”
Cody and the bouncer bump fists as Cody replies, “Cool, thanks man.”
The bouncer opens the door and Cody guides me inside. The door closes behind us and almost instantly the thumping beat of the club music is drowned out and is replaced by an erotic, almost symphony-like soundtrack. The lighting is quite dim as we walk down a corridor that has a series of very large heavy wooden doors. Each door has a large number carved into the wood. We reach door four and Cody places his hand on the steel door handle and pushes it down causing the door to unlatch. It creaks eerily as he pushes it open. He places his hand on the small of my back and guides me inside. The lighting is dim in here but as I step inside I see a very unusual looking
set-up. It seems that my suspicions of this not being a normal strip club and more like a high-end sex club, were founded in an element of truth.
It’s a large room and the walls are covered in dark wood paneling. There’s a bar off to one side which has a selection of spirits and crystal glasses, there’s also a bottle of chilled champagne and two champagne flutes. I step tentatively further into the room and start to inspect my surroundings. To one side of the room there’s a large pool table. It’s made of old-world dark timber and looks like it’s been hand-crafted which emphasizes the natural knots and grain in the rough-hewn wood. It has hand-hammered metal hardware and the top is covered in dark red velvet. I run my fingers along the warm wood as I admire the craftsmanship of this piece of furniture. The pool cues and balls sit neatly on a matching side table. I wonder why someone would want to hire a private VIP room only to play pool. Then I look to the edges of the pool table and see some leather restraints hanging from the side. I suddenly realize that the purpose of the pool table is not to actually play pool and a tingle of excitement spreads through me. I glance over to the other corner of the room and see a black leather and chain sex swing suspended suggestively from the ceiling.
My excitement starts to build even more as I consider what Cody and I are going to get up to in this room. I’m shaken from my transfixed state by a loud click as Cody slides across an old-fashioned looking lock on the door. He studies my reaction carefully and asks, “Is this okay? If it’s too much just tell me okay sweetheart? It’s kinda kinky, but I think we’ll like it.”
I assure him confidently, “This is more than alright. It is kinda kinky, but I definitely like it. My mind is going crazy with the possibilities of what you might do to me.”
Cody grins and taking a step towards me, he instructs, “How about we start with us stripping off our clothes.” His eyes roam over me as he starts to unbutton his own shirt. He shrugs it off his shoulders and drops it to the floor then flicks off his shoes and socks. I’m so busy watching him and admiring his physique that he has to remind me to continue with my own undressing, “Kitty, your dress.” He nods his head towards me, indicating for me to remove my own clothing. I reach behind my back and start to lower my zipper. Cody continues to get undressed as his fingers go to his belt which he undoes and then lowers the zipper on his jeans and drops them to the floor. He’s now standing in front of me completely naked and extremely ready for action. I bite my lip in anticipation. This is going to be good!