by Regina Frame
"Listen up, dumb ass: your damn dick is plastered all over the internet again." He huffed. I groaned into the phone. "Who were you with last night? How many were there, and did you get a damn waiver signed?" Jinx fired off one question after another, and my fogged up brain couldn't keep up.
"Slow the fuck down. Seriously, man." I could practically hear his teeth grind together. I scrubbed my hand over my face and into my short hair.
"How many girls were you with last night?" he bit out again.
"One," I paused and said, "I think."
"You mean you don't know how many women you had your damn dick in last night?"
This was not going to go well for me. I could already tell. I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to ease the ache behind my eyes.
"One. I'm sure it was just one." That was my story, and I was sticking to it.
"Good. Maybe we're going to get somewhere then. What was her name, and where did you meet her?" he questioned.
Oh hell. Now I was going to have to remember her damn name?
"I met her in the bar, and I think her name was Nicole. No. I'm pretty sure it was Natalie." Yeah. I was sure that was it. I mentally gave myself a pat on the back. "Why?"
"Check your damn media page, and then get your ass up and meet me in my room in thirty." He hung up.
I scrubbed my hand over my face in an attempt to get my brain on board before I pulled up my social media page. She had tagged me in twenty something pictures. There it was; big as day. Pun intended. With the hashtags #ChanceRobertsnailedme #bigcock and #rockedmyworld. Followed by the picture from earlier that morning. Me standing in the middle of the room with my dick in hand. The picture she swore she deleted, and obviously hadn't. That one, I was guessing, was not what had Jinx in a knot. It was the pictures of me lying on the bed with my dick shoved in her mouth. Another one with my dick in her. What the ever lovin fuck? Had I really been so out of it that I didn't realize the chick fucking and sucking me was taking pictures the whole damn time? Obviously. The only thing missing was a damn sex tape. My head fell back against the wall with a thud and I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn't even want to search that one, because, in all honesty, there was probably one out there.
I had a hashtag to add to the others. How about #fuckmylife?
***
After getting my ass chewed by Jinx, we met with hotel security, and they were able to identify the waitress in the picture. They assured us that said employee violated her employment contract and would not only be terminated, but assured us that the pictures would be taken down. All because they feared that we'd sue their ass and own their casino.
***
The show was over, and I just wanted to grab a shower, have a few drinks, maybe some blow, and relax a little for a change. Our schedule had been grueling over the last six weeks, and my ass was dragging in my tracks. The rest of the guys decided to go to a strip club down town while Dane and I went back to the hotel bar.
"Fake or real?" I asked Dane as our waitress prissed her tight ass back to the bar to get our drinks.
Dane was a member of our opening band, and we'd been friends for years. He had been my partner in crime on many adventures. We'd even been known to tag team at times. He was an ass man, and I was a tit man. Always had been. Always would be. I practically worshiped at the altar of tits, and I wasn't one to discriminate. I loved them all. Big. Small. Fake. Or real. There was nothing I liked better than a tittie fuck.
"I'll bet you a thousand bucks they're real," he claimed.
"You're so full of shit, your eyes are brown. There's no way in hell those puppies are real," I told him. "You're on." I accepted his challenge, and when she made her way back to our table, I asked.
"Hey, babe. My friend and I have a little bet going on whether your tits are fake or real."
I really expected her to slap me or hurl an insult at least, but she didn't. Instead, she shocked the fuck out of me when she said,
"There's really only one way to tell." She leaned forward, giving us a clear view of the perky mounds. "Go ahead and give them a squeeze," she offered.
Her plump lips smiled and made my dick hard. My hand shot up and grabbed her breast. You didn't have to tell me twice. Dane followed suit and palmed the other one. They were high on her chest, and firm. Definitely fake. Fuck me. I knew it!
"You owe me, dickhead." I smirked at my friend across the table, causing him to roll his eyes in response. He couldn’t care less about the money. The guy spent more on drugs in a week's time than I did in a month. He was one of those people who believed in all in or all out. All or nothing mentality.
"You let just anyone feel you up, sweetheart?" he asked her.
"Only you guys. I'm a huge fan!" Her eyes glazed over.
"You know who we are, babe?"
I could tell by the star struck look in her pale blue eyes that she did.
"I would be crazy not to. I would totally do you both."
My brows shot up at her admission, and I eyed Dane from across the table. He was all smiles. I knew what he was thinking, and I was all in.
"You ever had two guys at once?" She bit down on her lip and shook her head. "Well, it's your lucky day, sweetheart." Her breath hitched and she shifted on her feet. "What time do you get off work, doll?"
She pulled her phone from her tight black skirt and checked the time.
"In-In an hour," she stuttered nervously.
Dane pulled his room card from his wallet and tossed it on the table.
"Room six ninety. Don't be late, sweetheart."
She grabbed the card from the table and slid it into the pocket of her skirt with a big smile.
We finished our drinks and headed to Dane's room to wait.
***
When I woke sometime the next morning, she was gone and Dane was in the bed next to me. I shot to my feet, dick flopping in the breeze, and glared down at my friend.
"What the hell, man?"
I could honestly say that was a new one for me. I'd never woken up in bed with another guy, and the last I remembered of last night, bar chick was in bed next to me and not Dane. So how the hell had this happened? Dane pulled the pillow over his head and mumbled something I couldn't quite understand, so I hauled off and kicked the side of the bed as hard as I could.
"What?" he snapped.
"Dude, you couldn't sleep on the damn couch? You better not have tried some shit with me last night!” I growled.
The fact that I'd even had to say that made my dick shrivel up. My mind was racing, trying to come up with that scenario, and, thankfully, I was coming up short.
"Calm down. You crashed on us last night. And I just have to say, your ass must be getting old. I think you might need some geritol or something." He laughed at his joke, but I didn't see anything funny about it. "Seriously, man. After you smoked that joint, you crashed on us. We had no choice but to continue on without you. You might want to get that snoring under control, too."
I flipped him off before grabbing my jeans and slipping them on. The fucker had the nerve to laugh again, and it was only pissing me off more. I remembered snorting coke off her tits before I came on them. After that, I'd fucked her while she blew Dane. Sometime later, I'd smoked a joint, and that was the last I remembered.
"Why the fuck were you in the bed with me? You better give me the right answer, too, or I'm going to hand you your spleen." My body practically vibrated with anxiety.
"I swear to you that when I rolled over last night, she was asleep between us. She obviously woke before us and left. Be glad we didn't have to kick her out. That's never fun. Especially when they cry. Man. I hate that shit," he admitted, shaking his head.
"That still doesn't explain why you were in bed with me. That's seriously messed up, dumbass. I better not find out you had your junk all up on me."
Just the thought of him pulling some shit like that on me had my guts in a knot. To each his own and all that shit, but I'd always been about the tits and clits.
/> "My room, my bed. I should be asking you that question," he said as he moved the pillow off his face and pushed himself up into a sitting position.
Well, damn. He had a point. It was his room. I guess I'd been so out of it, it never crossed my mind that I needed to crash in my room. Truthfully, I probably would have gotten lost on the way. I had been known to sleep in the hallway a time or two.
I pressed the heel of my hands firmly against my eyes and exhaled a deep sigh.
"Exactly," he said, and laughed.
"Fuck you, Dane. I need a pot of coffee." I staggered in to the suite kitchen area and popped a pod in to the Keurig, thankful that it brewed quickly. I was standing at the counter savoring the hot liquid when Dane strolled into the kitchen, still naked. "Dude, don't just stand there and let your wang hang. Put some damn clothes on. Nobody wants to see your shit."
"Don't want to see it? Go to your own damn room. I like to let my junk breathe." He chuckled.
Fuck it.
"I'm outta here."
It was too early, and I was too hung over for that shit. I wasted no time letting the door slam shut behind me.
When I got to my room, I showered and flopped down on the bed and pulled up my social media page. I made it a point to connect with the fans several times a day, because if it wasn't for them, none of us would be here. Normally, nothing shocks me. I'd seen it all, heard it all, and experienced a great deal of it, but not as much as the tabloids led you to believe. It didn't surprise me in the least to find myself tagged in several pictures. Pictures of me and Dane with the waitress from last night. She didn't waste any time bragging about sleeping with us. There was picture after picture of us, fucking her, going down on her, and there was even a picture of me asleep, sprawled out naked on the bed. The hashtags #doubletrouble, #tagteamed, #bigbadbonerChanceRoberts, and #DaneMasters69sublime were attached. I would also like to add #holyshit to that, because, once again, my dick had gotten me into trouble. Jinx was going to shit a brick when he saw my dick plastered all over the internet again. After Linc's shit show last year, he threatened us within an inch of our lives if we screwed up. Yet, there I was. The king of all screw ups, master of shit, and mother of all fucks.
***
It was our last night on the road for a few months, and it hadn't come soon enough. My ass was worn the fuck out. I was already counting down the hours until our bus rolled out and headed home.
I was stretched out on the plush bed in my hotel suite when Levi called and asked if I wanted to bar hop with them tonight. He told me that several of the clubs had sent invitations once they found out we were going to be in town. I had never been one to turn down a good time, so I took a quick shower, snorted a couple lines of coke, and met the guys at the private exit where a white limo idled at the curb.
"Where's Jinx?" I asked, when I noticed that he was the only one missing.
"Said he was gonna stay in tonight; get some work done," Levi said. "I told him he needed to get laid. All work and no play shit, because, let's face it, he's a dull boy."
I snickered and gave him a nod.
"You can say that again."
The guy definitely worked too damn much.
The limo rolled to a stop in front of Club Insomnia. It was a huge, multi-story, white building, outlined with the soft glow of purple lights around the rooftop bar, the few windows across the front of the building, and the door where two oversized muscle heads stood with the word security stretched across their massive chest.
"Levi, Levi! Over here! Chance! I want to have your baby," women from the crowd shouted.
"We love you, too!" Levi shouted, and threw up the rock and roll symbol. I just kept my head down and stuck close to security.
"Welcome, guys!" We were greeted by a tall, slender woman with silky brown hair. She was wearing a short, red dress that hugged her curves, and a pair of black ‘fuck me heels’. She was sexy as hell, and my hard dick agreed. "My name is Angela. I'm the assistant manager here at Insomnia. I wanted to personally welcome you to our club. We're so glad you guys took us up on our offer to come out tonight. If you need anything at all, please don't hesitate to ask," she offered.
It didn't escape me that her eyes were all over Dane.
We were quickly ushered up a set of stairs to the VIP area, which happened to be the rooftop. The night sky was lit with thousands of stars, and the air had just enough of a bite to it to make it a little chilly. But, not for long.
I shoved my way through the groupies that were already waiting for us and found the closest restroom. I pulled the plastic baggie from my pocket and placed a couple of the multi-colored pills on my tongue. Within seconds, my body heated to the point of sweating and my heart raced to escape my chest.
The lights in the club seemed brighter than before, and the music was even louder. My body twitched, and I couldn't stand still, so when the petite blonde sidled up next to me, I pulled her onto the dance floor and practically dry humped her in front of everyone.
I had way too much energy to be wasting it in the club. Grabbing her hand, I pulled her from the dance floor and went in search of my buddy, Dane. I found him exactly where I knew he'd be; with Angela.
"I'm headed back to the hotel. I'll catch you tomorrow."
His eyes moved from me to the blonde standing next to me, and he then gave me a knowing smirk before tossing back the last of his shot.
"Okay, man. If you decide you want to tag team, just text." He gave me the fist bump and a quick nod of his head.
"Let's get out of here, sweetheart."
I pulled her through the crowded club and to the limo.
"Take off that dress, sugar," I demanded as I pulled the bag of white powder from my jean pocket.
When she was completely naked and laid out on the soft leather seat, I dumped some of the powder on her perky mounds and licked it off, biting her nipples along the way.
"Feels soooo good." She moaned as I licked my way down her stomach to the little patch of dark hair.
After licking my finger, I shoved it in the bag of coke, just enough to coat it good, and then swiped between her folds, leaving traces of the powder behind. When I sucked her clit between my lips, her hips shot off the leather seat and a loud moan escaped her throat.
***
I'd lost track of how much of the powder I'd snorted, but when I woke up in a strange bed, with someone I didn't know, it gave me some indication that things got out of hand. I did remember that the girl I left the club with last night was a brunette and the chick in bed beside of me was a blonde and she was naked. Where the hell did I find her and what happened to the brunette? And if that wasn't bad enough, I was naked with a cum filled condom hanging off the end of my limp dick.
"Shit," I mumbled to myself.
I knew I'd fucked up once again. Royally. At least I'd had enough wits about me to put on a condom this time. I sat up on the side of the bed, pulled the condom off, and dropped it on the nasty ass floor beside the bed. I felt the bed shift beside me, causing me to tense. I was hoping to get out of there before she woke up. Luck was not on my side.
"Come back to bed," she said, her voice gravely like she smoked a couple of packs a day.
"I got shit to do."
I stood beside the bed and looked around the room in search of my clothes. I spotted them in a wrinkled heap in front of her old wooden dresser.
"Suit yourself. Leave the money on the dresser on your way out."
I dropped my head and took a deep breath. She was a hooker. That was a whole new low for me. I threw on my clothes and tossed a wad of cash on the dresser, and then got the hell out of there as fast as my feet would take me.
***
Los Angeles
Home
My cell phone rang from the kitchen counter where I'd tossed it earlier. I picked it up and looked at it. Jinx's name flashed across the screen. I checked the time on the microwave and realized that I was already late. Shit!
"What up, man?" I grunted a
s I reached into the cabinet for a coffee mug.
"You're supposed to be at the studio. Honor will be here in a couple of hours, and we've got shit to discuss before she arrives."
"Good morning to you, too, sugar," I said sarcastically. "I'll be there."
I didn't wait for his response. I hung up and took a big gulp of my steaming coffee. Once I finished my second cup, I showered, dressed, and hopped on my bike and headed for the studio.
Jinx had been singing this Honor chick’s praises for weeks. Apparently, her dad had been some big guy in the music industry at one time. I guess that was supposed to somehow make her a good musician.
I hoped she was at least halfway decent enough, because we were cutting it short, desperately in need of someone to fill in for Linc McKay, our bass player while he dealt with his drug recovery. He'd spent months in a rehab center and decided it would be best if he didn't tour for a while. I had my doubts, but I guess we'd find out once and for all if she was as good as they said. If she wasn’t, I was sure Jinx would have a backup plan. There was not much that got by him. I'd never seen a guy with so much dedication.
And fuck knew if it were left up to the rest of us, we'd probably crash and burn before we even got started.
Chapter Two
Honor
"I wish I could go with you," my best friend, Harmony, said as she flopped back on my bed and watched as I placed the last few items of clothing into my suitcase.
I had been given the opportunity of a lifetime to play bass for one of the nation's leading rock bands, 'Dirty Affliction’. Even though it was just for a few months while their band mate, Linc McKay, dealt with his drug addiction. It was too good to be true. It would not only be good experience, it would give me the chance to show off my skills and hopefully land me a permanent position with someone in the future.
"I wish you could go, too. Once I find out what our schedule is like, I'll call you and we'll figure out a time for you to come visit." I zipped my suitcase and pulled it off the bed and onto the floor. "Damn. That's heavy." I groaned and stretched my back.