Rock Me Slowly

by Dawn Sutherland

  “Excellent Trev. I’m sure they will do the job just fine.”

  “Well if you want to follow me I’ll take you into the kitchen and you can see where everything is kept.”

  I follow him down the corridor and turn right into an open plan kitchen and it is just stunning. This kitchen is more outstanding than my own kitchen at home and we are on a freaking bus. The fridge looks to be brand new. Trev opens it and allows me to see its contents. Typical lads fridge contents, beer, beer and more beer. Oh excuse me they actually have a load of chips in the fridge; I do hope they have their freezer more adequately stocked.

  “Well I hope you like beer Sophie.” Ain’t that the truth.

  “Right I’ll take you to the bathroom now and you can see where you can put your… erm girly things.” Bless him. He actually blushed, he has obviously been around the boys for far too long. For such a bulky guy he seems to have trouble dealing with such a little girl.

  “Lead the way Trev.” I smile sardonically, I really shouldn’t tease him.

  He opens up a door diagonally across from the kitchen and its actually deceivingly big. The bathroom is beautiful! The room is largely dominated by a huge circular tub that could easily fit five people. I am damn well sure I aint sharing with anyone! There is also a walk in shower in the corner of the room. The whole room is tiled in black granite and it really gives a relaxing and stylish finish to the room. I love the cabinets that are attached to the back wall; plenty room for my girly things as Trev put it.

  This room may just turn into my safe haven.

  “Okay. Sophie I’ll show you where your office is now.” Oh goody an office all to myself, how simple things make me giddy. I almost feel kind of professional. We back down the same corridor and at the end of the cabins there is a door, we enter and I immediately fall in love. Although its small it’s just perfect for what I need it for. I already have a laptop set up on the desk and there are posters of the boys on the walls. By all accounts they are a good looking bunch but those are going to be the first things to come down, I will replace them with my designs. Yes, I can picture feeling very at home here.

  “Oh Trev this is fucking brilliant, I love it!” I can’t help but squeal with delight at the thought of working here in my own little world.

  “Easily excited, huh?” Trev chuckles at me but I let him off, this time.

  “Yes, this is all I have ever wanted to do since like forever.” I still can’t believe I was given this opportunity. I am pretty sure that there would have been more qualified and confident applicants for the job, what luck!

  “Great, so I have only two areas left to show you now Sophie. I’ll show you the only bedroom in the whole bus. If you want to follow me.” One bedroom? I don’t even understand why there is a bedroom when there is a whole corridor of cabin beds? We follow the same corridor again and Trev opens two glass doors to our left and peers his head in first before motioning me to follow him inside. There is a massive king sized bed in the middle of the room, it smells remotely of cigarette smoke, but it’s not recent. Its neutrally decorated and has very soft lighting coming from spotlights in the ceiling.

  “So Trev, why exactly is there a separate bedroom on the bus when all the guys will surely have a cabin each? I can only imagine this would cause major fights between the guys, no?” This room has really confused me, five guys and only one bedroom?

  “Oh Sophie, this room is actually used for when erm…uh…oh crap, it’s for when the guys want to entertain a lady.” Trev actually looks very sheepish and embarrassed by the guy’s antics whilst on tour. He shouldn’t be, I would actually be very shocked if the guys didn’t take advantage of women throwing themselves at them.

  “Don’t be embarrassed Trev, they are guys after all.” I start to walk back to the double glass doors and Trev takes that as a cue to get the hell out of there.

  We walk down another corridor to the left of the bedroom and for some reason I can’t seem to shake the reasons behind the separate bedroom. Just how many women do these guys actually entertain?

  “Right here we have the general entertainment room, most things happen in here.” I walk in behind Trev and I think my jaw just dropped straight to the floor. The room has a huge L shaped black sofa and on the wall directly in front of it hangs what looks like a 60 inch plasma TV. I am gobsmacked at the opulence in this room alone.

  “Wow, I’m guessing this is where the guys spend most of their time whilst on the road then?” There’s also a mini bar in the corner of the room which seems to stock everything that the heart could possibly desire. On the back wall there are five different kinds of electric guitars hanging from the wall and they are truly works of art. In the left hand corner of the room there are several amps stacked upon each other. I’m guessing this is where the guys practise for their upcoming shows. I am truly in love with this room. I am interrupted from my thoughts as Trev’s radio starts to come to life.

  “Yep. You sure? Well okay I’ll be right out. Can’t have the fan frenzy starting already, eh?” Trev laughs into the radio obviously amused at the conversation.

  “Right Sophie I’m going to leave you to get settled in, it seems we have an over amorous fan trying to get over the security barrier already. We will see each other soon.” With that Trev leaves the room and exits the bus to attend to the security issue that is occurring outside. I head back into the kitchen to see if I can fix myself a drink, I have a feeling I’m going to need it.

  I am interrupted by a loud ruckus coming from the living area, funny I didn’t see anybody in there before. I wander back in only to be faced with the most divine creature on the face of the earth, seriously. Have I died and gone to heaven?

  The figure that stands in front of me is clothed in ripped blue jeans, a white tank top and doc martens. I glance up again and take in the sight of his well-defined arms; yep, he works out a lot too, holy shit. Each arm is covered in the most beautiful tattoos that I have ever seen. He doesn’t have the usual black and white tats that I have become accustomed to on a man. They are full of vibrant colour, what I would give to lick every inch of them. I finally glance up at the man’s face and if I was impressed with the body the face knocks me totally off balance. His eyes are a piercing brown and his hair is a raven coloured black and has a decent length to it. It’s all mussed up in messy spikes. Holy crap, those photos I saw on Google are nothing compared to the Adonis that is standing in front of me. Those photographers must of got him on a bad day, because he is just one huge chunk of man meat. Wow, I could totally imagine grabbing his hair during wild sex. If only I knew his name. I have the feeling I am about to make a total and utter fool out of myself.

  “And you are? Ah….. I see our new fashion stylist/designer Sophie.” He picks up my ID card that was hanging from around my neck to examine my details. His touch on my chest felt like I had been burned. His fingers left such a fire within my chest, something I have never experienced before. I quickly put it down to nerves. Great, he now knows my name and I know absolutely nothing about this rock god that is standing in front of me. He is still holding my card but he is staring into my eyes, I don’t know what is going through his head but I realise I would really like to know. As quickly as he started staring at me as if I was his next meal he pulls his eyes away from me and places my card back upon my chest. The moment is gone.

  “You probably already know who I am but incase you don’t, which I find highly unlikely, I’m Josh Cairns, lead guitarist. You should join us for a few drinks when you get settled in. We will be on the road for a while before our next stop, why not make it a comfortable ride?” His eyes linger and look up and down my body which now has me blushing a lovely shade of crimson. He is full of lascivious intent. I am no prude or virgin but that look just screams sex. It’s almost like he wants to rip every shred of clothing off of me and throw me on the counter and pound into me until I scream his name as he fills me with his juices.

  Holy shit I am totally done for. I will never
be able to resist this sex/ rock god that I will be living in the shadows with. He wanders back into the living quarters and switches on the huge TV. He sits on the sofa, spreads his legs wide on the coffee table and clasps his hands back behind his head. Fuck, I want him naked. I would really love that lean, firm body hovering over me. Get a grip Sophie you are here to work not have sexual fantasies that are well above your station, the guys have their slutty groupies for that particular need.

  It just so happens that I have ended up living in the same tour bus as the members of the band. My sleeping cabin is at the very top of the bus so I start the very boring task of unpacking the necessary items that I will need immediately on the first leg of the trip. I take my toiletry bag and go into the shared bathroom and start laying out my scents and body wash on the shelf near the bath.

  I wander back out and I’m faced with what I can only assume is the rest of the band. If I thought there could only be one hottie amongst this group I would be wrong. They all have a sexy edge to them and I can understand why so many girls throw themselves at them. Hell, I would be tempted to eat any one of them up. However, there is just something about Josh, he has every nerve ending in my body on red alert. I have a dull ache down near my pleasure centre just breathing the same air as that damn man. How can he elicit that kind of effect on me when I have only just met him? I shake away my inappropriate thoughts and bring myself back to the here and now.

  “Well what do we have here?” A guy with a buzz cut and very handsome facial features teamed with the brightest and straightest white teeth greets me. He also wears a tank top and is covered with tattoos. From the position of his top I can also see that his chest is tattooed.

  “H…Hi there, I’m Sophie your new Fashion designer/ stylist. It’s great to meet you all.” I try to sound as confident as I can but I have to admit I’m feeling very out of my comfort zone with these guys. They have fame and with fame comes power.

  Anyway, less of the depressing thoughts. I’m here to learn but I also have every intention of having fun, and lots of it! I might just pick up a guy along the way.

  “Well aint you much prettier than the last woman we had. Right enough she was in her forties. You on the other hand are as sexy as hell. What on earth is a pretty little thing like you doing on a bus with a bunch of bad boys that like to party and cuss at every given opportunity. Or do you like that, you like the dirty bad boys?” Fuck, are all the guys as flirty as the two I have met? They are totally going to have me wetting my panties if they keep up this flirting.

  “I can cope with a few men don’t forget gents I am here to work nothing more, nothing less. Now if you wouldn’t mind could you all introduce yourselves. My request seems to be highly amusing to the guy because he lets out a rather disturbing laugh. “Sugar, are you trying to tell me you don’t know who each of us are? Well you must be the only female on US soil that doesn’t know. You would never guess how many times we get offers to sleep with completely random girls. Okay, okay. I’m Mickey Bennett lead singer and hottest son of a bitch you ever did meet.”

  “Yeah what the fuck ever Mick in your fucking dreams. You only get laid because you are the lead singer and just happen to get a stage boner every time you go on. “

  “You’re just fucking whipped I get laid more times than you. And this dick beside me is Zack Harrison, Rhythm guitarist. To my left is Josh whom I believe you have already met. He is pretty much just a bit behind me in the amount of lays he gets in a month. The girls just fucking love a guitarist, something about how they are good with their fingers. Then we have our drummer Tanner Smith, who can beat the shit out of any drum beat. He is the fucking party animal. You will always see him shitfaced, just ignore him. Our bassist here is Blaine Ross. He is a mean mother fucker that you will grow to love. So that’s the band. I can’t promise you that I will keep my hands to myself.

  Wow just wow, cocky much? I’m not letting him near me; I’m just here to work. I really need to keep repeating that mantra to myself otherwise, I could fall into the dark path of actually falling for them. Shit, shit, shit.

  Chapter 3

  I spend the next half hour in the bathroom getting ready for the start of tour drinks that the boys insisted I be apart of. I have curled my blonde hair and thrown on a mini skirt and a tight white top. I may just have to invest in more formal attire if we end up out on the town during the tour. I put my face on and I’m done, ready for the onslaught of the flirting that is so obviously going to happen. I am fresh meat for the boys.

  I walk into the living area and I’m greeted by the boys all at once. However, Josh can’t take his eyes away from my body. The lust in his eyes is apparent and it only makes me shiver and clench in anticipation down in my core. I take several deep breaths and allow myself to calm the fuck down. I have six months of this pleasure/torture and I have to find a way to be able to manage it the best I can.

  “What do you want to drink Sophie?” Josh asks seductively. Okay, he wants to play a game. I’m more than willing to rise to the bait. I can see that Blaine has already had a belly full and is currently horizontal on the floor.

  “Vodka and diet coke if you have it please Josh.” I reply whilst looking through my lashes seductively. He wants me but I’m not going to make it easy for him. I will not be an easy lay for Josh or any of the other guys for that matter. I have every intention of getting shit faced tonight and I’m going to flaunt my sexuality in these guys faces every opportunity I get.

  Josh heads over to the mini bar to mix up my drink and he returns to my side. I gratefully accept the drink and our hands briefly touch for a moment and dang, there is that feeling of desire pooling deep within my core again. Damn me wearing that little white top. I can feel my nipples standing out with the contact of the sex god.

  “You know Sophie I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to fuck your hot little pussy. I’m hard just thinking about it. What do you say we sneak away and have a little tete a tete.” I’m very tempted. The thought of having this rock star hovering above me is a hot thought. No, I need to keep my mind on the game here; I don’t want to lose my job.

  “You couldn’t handle me even on your best night Josh. I would rock your fucking world more than the pathetic little groupies could ever offer you. I will leave you with that thought.” I bat my eyelashes for effect. I want Josh to want me, I want him to be so wild with desire that he can’t think straight.

  I pour myself another Vodka and diet coke from the bar in the entertainment room, which is stocked with every possible drink you could ever imagine. I can already feel the alcohol rush to my head and my legs feel decidedly wobbly. I take a sip out of my fresh drink and walk over to where Tanner is sitting by his drum kit.

  Tanner is pretty shitfaced from the numerous Bourbon shots he has knocked back in quick succession. No matter how drunk he is though he is still able to beat the hell out of his drums. I stand quietly and just listen to how fantastic he is. Every beat of the drum is perfectly timed and I can’t help but stare at how damn amazing he is. You can tell that he has done this his whole damn life. Tanner finishes off his showboating by performing an elaborate drum fill that has me clapping like a mad woman.

  “You are pretty damn amazing Tanner. Where did you learn to play the drums like that?” I’m very interested in how a guy can play like that; I just wouldn’t have the coordination for playing an instrument like the drums.

  “Well, my mom bought me a drum kit for my second birthday. My mom used to tell me that from the moment that I could walk and talk I was pulling out her pots and pans and bashing them with wooden spoons. Once I got that first proper drum kit I was in love. I played that damn drum kit every day; I lived and breathed playing the drums. My mom didn’t have much money back then but she somehow found the money to take me to have professional lessons. The money probably came from working two jobs just so she could give me everything my heart desired.” Tanner says wistfully. He was obviously a very much loved child. It is that
love that has allowed him to chase his dreams.

  “Tanner your mom obviously loved you very much. You can tell that you have been playing since you were a child; you are one of the most talented drummers I have ever seen in my life. I’m not bullshitting you, you are amazing.” Tanner rewards me with a dazzling smile that warms my soul.

  “Thanks Sophie. It was cool chatting with you but if you will excuse me I think I need another drink.”

  Tanner excuses himself and gets up from behind his drum kit and walks over to the mini bar to pour himself another Bourbon. I just know that before the night is out Tanner is either going to be horizontal on the floor or he is going to be puking down the toilet. I really don’t know how they do it, a few drinks and I’m ready to fall asleep on the nearest surface. Well tonight I’m going to be making an exception; I plan to get very drunk. It’s not every day that you get to be a part of a major US tour, is it?

  I sit down on the large L shaped leather couch and drink my Vodka and coke contemplatively. The other boys are now congregating in the kitchen and I’m left alone with my thoughts and of course Josh. Josh is now sitting on the opposite side of the couch and is watching me very intently.

  “Can I help you?” I ask warily. His stare is intense, is he eye fucking me?

  “Oh, like you wouldn’t believe, baby.” His hand grabbed his crotch suggestively. That would be a yes, definite eye fuck! I shift nervously in my seat. He straightened up on the couch maybe noticing my reaction to his forward approach.

  “So how old are you Soph?”

  “24 how about you?”

  “I’m 26 and in answer to your next question, yes I am very experienced.” He winked with a wicked gleam in his eye. Holy crap talk about letting your intentions known.

  “How nice for you Josh. That piece of information is of no consequence to me though.” I lied. It thrills me to know just how experienced he is, so long as he wrapped it up every time.

  “I would say that it would be nice for you Sophie. My sexual skills know no bounds and I could totally have you coming like a train.” Is he for fucking real? Does he seriously think that I’m about to give it up to him just like that?