Chapter 3
Addison had one of the doctors at work cut off her cast for her. She gave herself an x-ray just to see what was going on, and hoped her bone had healed enough to play tonight. The bone looked good. She might have to hold back on some songs but she thought she could play most.
She walked into the locker room. “Okay, Frank, so we’re good for tonight?” she asked, clipping her pager back on her pants.
Frank was one of the top doctors on staff, and a fine-looking specimen. He was about five eleven, with short chocolate-brown hair, and deep rich dark brown eyes. He was thin and lean, and very funny. To say Addison found him good looking would hit the nail right on the head.
“Yeah, your girls are good tonight. So where are you guys playing at?” he asked, putting his scrubs on.
“It’s this club called The Tab, it’s downtown.”
“Maybe me and some others should go down and see you guys sometime?” he said, shutting his locker and smiling at her.
“Well, if you find the time that would be great. But I’ve got to warn you, it’s not the soft-spoken sweet stuff, and it might surprise you how different we are when we’re not at work,” she laughed, grabbing her purse.
“Addison, I couldn’t really care less what you sang if your ass is on the stage.” He grinned this predatory grin. Ad stopped and looked back at him, surprised by his words. Then he winked at her. She smiled, and walked out to go get Lynn and Tia. She didn’t expect that from Frank.
Lynn was already out at the van when Ad and Tia walked up. Margie waved and they were just waiting on Mindy, who always seemed to take the longest to leave.
“You know, I think Frank was just hitting on me,” Addison told Lynn, who had already pulled out a cigarette and passed it to Ad.
“No way! I tell you if I was straight, that’s the kind of fucking man I’d be doing. He’s hot, Ad!” she told her, lighting herself a smoke.
“I don’t know if I’m ready for dating again. Tommy hasn’t even gotten back to me about whether Jimmy signed my divorce papers. For all I know I’m still married!” Ad said.
Lynn snorted. “Like it ever meant something to his ass. He’s the one screwing everything in sight, Ad, might as well get your fucking orgasms while you can…don’t you think?”
Margie chimed in. “I have to say I agree with Lynn on this one. Why not get some hot hunky doctor in your bed and have a little fun?”
Tia laughed. “Did you say hunky?” Margie shrugged.
“Okay, ladies, so loosen the hell up and have some fun. I think I can manage that,” she laughed as Mindy came out to the van.
“Sorry I’m late, I got held up,” she said, out of breath.
“Come on, it’s our first gig tonight, let’s go show this town how to really rock!” Addison told them.
“And find some hotties to lay,” Lynn smiled happily.
***
Win was opening the front door when he got a text from Andy, something about “that beautiful sight, and we’ll all be having some fun tonight.”
All the girls were coming from their apartment carrying band equipment. Three of them had on holey jeans; one had on tight leggings decorated like a skeleton. They wore rock-band shirts too sheer to cover up their bras, their makeup was heavy and their hair straight or in funky colors, two of them with guitars on their backs. Andy was right, there was nothing hotter than this.
“South, you’ve got to check this out,” he called back. He saw the little blonde stop for a moment and look at Andy with a smile. He looked star-struck even from where Win stood.
“Tia, let’s get going,” said a voice that Win had been thinking about since the first day he’d heard it. Even now when he brought some piece of ass home, this woman permeated his thoughts. South came to the door at just the right time to see Addison come walking out.
Her hair was pulled back into a long ponytail, but the back was teased with a black bandana going around her head, her bangs swept to the side and tucked under the bandana at the ear. Her makeup wasn’t as harsh as the others’, but one thick black line flared out at the corners of her eyes, and she wore candy-apple-red lipstick.
Her shorts were studded cut-offs rising high on her thighs, where garter belt straps held up holey fishnet stockings. Her t-shirt was form fitting with a skull smoking a cigarette on the front of it. The front was tucked in with a big-ass zombie belt buckle out front.
The leather jacket was big on her, but the high-top tennis shoes were the fucking topper on the perfect package. She had a guitar strapped to her back, and put a smoke in her mouth as she made her way to the blonde.
“Say goodbye, Tia, we have a gig tonight,” she told her. But the blonde didn’t move…yet.
“We’re playing at this club called The Tab, you’ve heard of it?” she asked Andy. The idiot nodded.
“Well, maybe I’ll see you there. We start at eight,” she told him in a sweet voice.
He smiled and nodded. “Sure, see you there,” he managed to get out.
He saw Addison roll her eyes, then take the girl by the arm, walking her their way.
South thought this was the perfect opportunity to get his foot in the door. “So you guys are the new band who are playing at The Tab. We’re the Inferno, who you’re going to be replacing when we get our record deal,” he informed her.
Now, what South expected was for her to get all starry-eyed over such a vital piece of information. But instead she looked at his arms that were completely covered in tattoos, and his pierced lip, and then her eyes wandered over to Win, with one tattoo sleeve and his brow and lip pierced.
She laughed this rumbled sound of sexy. “Well, that’s really good to know. I’ll remember to tell Lynn she’ll be getting more pussy then.” She winked.
Her silver-coated aviators went over those violet eyes; she pulled her Zippo from her back pocket and lit her smoke. “See ya around, fellas.”
South’s mouth dropped open, but he looked to see that Win was grinning at her. “You know what this means, don’t you?” Win said to South.
“Hell yeah, we’re getting our asses down to the club tonight.”
Win glanced over at South. “You think you and I might have a problem if one of us walks away with her first?”
“Dude, since when have we ever let a chick come between us? Even one as fine as that?”
But Win didn’t look convinced, and that had South worrying. He never thought there could ever be a woman like Addison. Hell, he never thought he’d have a chance to hook up with a woman like that. But he also knew if he came home and Win had her in his bed…things could possibly get pretty fucking ugly between the two of them. Win turned to go back into their place, but South knew he was thinking the same thing he was.
Win texted Andy and Rex that they were heading to the club so be ready, then stepped into the shower. For the first time in his life, he was ready to fight his best friend to get a woman. That had never been a problem for them since junior high, and that hot little Rosie Martinez. Even then it wasn’t really fighting over her, it was more, who was going to be her first. This was going to be some new shit for him and South.
He looked himself over in the mirror, and with a shake of his head he knew how far he was willing to go to get what he wanted…and that was all the way. “Damn it!”
***
Addison helped to get all the instruments arranged on the stage with the girls. The lights were dim in the old bar, but it was clean and the crowd looked energetic enough. There was nothing worse than to have a limp-dick audience. She looked all around to see the club was starting to fill up. Then she noticed the group of guys walk in that she now knew was the band Inferno. “Well I’ll be damned,” she chuckled. Then Tia made her way to her.
“I think we’re all done,” she chimed in happily.
Addison flicked her head in the guys’ direction. “Looks like the guy you were talking to decided to show up tonight after all.”
Tia’s eyes grew wide as
she looked out and found the heavily tattooed guy smiling at her. “Oh my gosh!” she gushed, turning away. “He did come…” She smiled, taking a quick glance once more.
Lynn came over and draped an arm around Ad’s shoulder. “What the hell’s going on now? If I didn’t know any better I’d say Tia’s blushing,” she teased.
“Be quiet, Lynn…” Tia scolded, but glanced back at Andy.
With a chuckle Lynn shook her head but looked over at Ad. “Hey, are you going to be able to play with that wrist tonight?”
Ad sighed. “I should. I might have to have you do some solo if my wrist starts to ache.”
“Do we have time for a celebration drink?” Mindy asked, getting up from behind the keyboard.
“I think we could all use a stiff drink,” Lynn said.
Margie smirked. “I love things stiff.”
Addison laughed as she jumped off the stage and made her way to the bar. She looked back at the girls, who were checking out their new neighbors. So all the women around here loved Inferno. Well, in her book both Win and South were complete hotties, but there was something about Win…
Addison shook her head at the direction her mind was going. What she needed was to stay focused on her goals, on her work. The last thing she needed in her life ever again was someone who wanted to be a rock star! No, that was the last thing her heart could handle.
Those asses probably came here to see a chick band who did some kind of fluffy rock, talking about how they’ll always love their man, and watch them crash and burn on the stage. Little did they know this was the girls’ favorite hobby, and they could rock the fuckin’ house! That had Addison smiling.
She went over to the bar, where some idiot immediately tried to pick up on her. Drunk jerks live everywhere. So she just ignored him as she rolled her eyes at his slurred pick-up line. When the bartender came over and asked what she was having, she wasn’t sure what everyone was in the mood for.
“Ladies, we suckin’ Jack, or Jim tonight?” she hollered, and every man within earshot looked her way, but they all screamed back.
“Jim,” came the reply as they laughed.
She asked the bartender for a bottle and five shot glasses and made her way back to the table, purposely turning her back on the men sitting right next to them. The last thing they needed was more men in their lives, especially when her ex-man could be a real pain in the ass!
Lynn grabbed the bottle, pouring the shots. “So what should we toast to? You know the rules when we start a new gig,” Ad reminded them.
“I say we toast to a new beginning, and all the fucking ass we can handle!” Lynn grinned.
They all lifted their glasses. “To new beginnings, and to all the new ass!” they screamed at each other, throwing back their shots and slamming the glasses on the table.
Someone cleared his throat and they all turned. “So ladies… I hear you’re the new band hoping to take our spot,” said one of the guys they’d never met before. But his mouth hitched up and Ad glanced to the side at the recipient of that grin, and Margie grinned right back at him.
Lynn scoffed at that, having herself another drink.
Margie came around, flinging her arm over Addison’s shoulder and looking this new guy up and down. “You’re the one who came to the door the other day.” Her eyes roamed over him in a very sexual manner. “So, you’re in a band?” she asked.
“Yeah, babe. I’m in a band.” He smiled widely, glancing over at his friends.
She and Margie looked at each other with smirks on their faces, but Margie answered him. “That is just too bad. You see, none of us go for the rocker type. We like them a little more on the clean-cut side, you know, no tattoos or piercings, no smoking.” She leaned into them a bit. “You see, those are the ones that are fun to break in,” she teased, and he was about to say something but stopped, and his mouth closed shut.
“Shit, Margie you stumped him,” Ad chuckled.
Addison poured herself another shot, looked at South and then threw it back. “Well, I guess I should introduce us to you, since I have a feeling we’re going to be seeing you around…”
Her hand patted Margie’s arm dangling from her shoulder. “The one around my neck is Margie, our drummer.”
Margie kissed Addison’s cheek. “Hello, gorgeous,” she purred, and winked at the guy she liked.
“The tall one on my right is Lynn, she’s bass.” But Lynn wasn’t interested in talking. So she just grabbed the bottle of whiskey, poured herself a shot, saluted them, then threw it back.
“The one directly in back of me is Mindy. She plays the keyboard.”
“Hi guys,” she said in her chipper voice.
“The blonde next to me is my little sister Tia. She deals with all the technical side of things, sometimes helps with backup, guitar…and, she’s off limits,” she told them, looking at the tattooed guy who couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Tia smiled, and just shyly waved to them.
South sat in front of her, long legs stretched out as he leaned back into the chair with his beer in hand. “Well, as you might have heard, ladies, I’m South, the lead singer of Inferno. Win over here is lead guitar, and the guy making fuck-me eyes to your sister is Andy, our drummer. And last but not least over on the far side of the table is our Latin lover Rex, and he’s our bass.” He smiled at Addison and didn’t even bother to look away when Mindy made the next comment. “Ad’s already hooked two of them. The hot big guy can’t stop looking at her either.”
South’s eyes glanced over to where Mindy stood but went right back to Addison. “By the way, you didn’t tell Andy and Rex what your name is, and what you do in your little band,” he said smoothly. She chuckled, crossing her arms and taking a look over at Win, and she heard the girls murmur and laugh behind her. Because if they only knew the truth… Lynn just glared over at them like she wanted to throttle them all.
“All right. Well, if South hasn’t told you yet, I’m Addison. I’m lead vocalist in this feisty band Spitfire, and I also play guitar.” Then she looked over at Win, who she noticed seemed to always be smiling at her. “Is there anything else you’d like to know about me? Maybe how many piercings I have, or if I have any tattoos hiding under my clothing?”
Win took a swig of his beer. “I’d like to know where your tattoos are, beautiful, if you’re willing to show me, but I can see you don’t have any piercings.” He smiled, and she could tell right away that this guy was slick.
She heard a giggle next to her. “Oh she has piercings, you just can’t see them with her clothes on, they’re private,” Tia chimed in. Lynn laughed out loud when South choked on his beer at that tidbit of information.
A smile crept to her face as she watched the two men’s eyes roam over her body, wondering where exactly she was pierced, then she met Win’s eyes to wink at him. “Come on girls, we have a show to put on,” she said, smiling at the particular men who couldn’t take their eyes off her.
Margie walked by and put her elbow on South’s shoulder. “Makes you wonder where those piercings might be, doesn’t it? Oh, and she has some really fun tattoos too. But does it make you think, maybe some of us have some crazy little secrets that we could be…hiding?” She giggled, walking back to the band where they all laughed.
Once on stage their whole demeanor changed. Ad and Lynn had their guitars on, Ad warmed up her wrist and Mindy got her keyboard going, getting all sounds ready for the show. Tia was in back making sure the lights were right and the sound was pitched.
Addison smiled over at them in their huddle before they started. “All right, ladies, these guys all think we’re some cute little piece of ass band. Let’s show these fuckers how to rock.”
All of them smiled, putting their fists in next to each other’s. “Fuck yeah!” they screamed out before taking their spots to rock the hell out of this nightclub.
***
These tiny little women stood on the stage, well except for the bass player who had to be almost six feet, and they pla
yed like seasoned professionals. Win watched Addison take the front, then look back at Lynn, nodding her head at whatever she said.
“Hello, Cleveland. We’re Spitfire, and we drove our asses all the way from Hollywood to play for you tonight. But if you’re expecting kind of soft, fluffy-girl music, you better walk your asses out the damn door right now, because we’re here to fucking rock!” Addison’s deep voice yelled.
The two women started rocking those guitars like they’d done it their whole lives. And when Addison got on the mike and her deep rusty voice started singing, Win’s dick went hard. This woman was going to drive him nuts.
He got up from his seat, pushing past the crowd as she sang about how she’s not the girl next door. He moved to the side of the stage, watching her play her guitar.
From where South sat he could tell Win was infatuated, and that guy was never interested in anyone. “Hey South,” Andy screamed over the music. “You and Win seem to have a thing for the same woman. Maybe you should pick the hot little brunette, Mindy, because by the looks of it I don’t think Win’s going to give you any ground on Addison.”
“Don’t worry about it. She’ll be mine,” South whispered under his breath.
Win sat at a table, watching the lead singer of Spitfire sing her heart out. These women didn’t rock like some little fluff band; no, they rocked like hard-core rockers. And Addison worked that guitar and the crowd like a professional. Her violet eyes kept sliding over to him as he drank his beer, watching her, and damn if he didn’t like that.
They ended their song and the crowd cheered and whistled, and she stepped back and talked to the girls. Lynn and Margie nodded at what she said, then they made their way to the front once again. “We thought we could give you a slow song next. You know, let all you sexy guys grind up against your girls.”
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