by Anthology
The crowd is loud; around me people are yelling for the lead singer, Brent. With the lights off the stage is dark, yet I can see dark silhouettes moving around. The crowd is working themselves into a frenzy waiting for the next song. Interspersed with the applause, clapping, whistles, and catcalls I can hear the name of songs being yelled. I know they haven’t even played their biggest hit yet, people are calling for it and I know it’s the next song. I’m fascinated as I look around that some people are leaving; others look confused like they don’t know the band is going to play again, still others are taking this as a chance to make some noise. I told Tommy I was staying right here for each and every song tonight. I’m here for him, but I’m also a fan. Later, I can fight my way backstage, but I’m not going to miss a single of second of their concert.
CHAPTER 8
TOMMY
After a concert we normally only have a few hours before we are on the road again, tonight is different. We have an overnight scheduled and leave tomorrow; it’s a welcome break for us and the crew. We also changed our set list for this concert; we’ve been doing a cover song for another band but tonight we added a new song of our own instead. There’s something about being in Portland, this isn’t our first time here but something is different this time. The obvious answer is Heather, but that’s only the answer for me. The rest of the guys seem off in some way.
This club is the same as a hundred other clubs we’ve been at on this tour. As rock stars people expect us to be ready to party as soon as the concert is over. The truth is Five Myle Fools leaves it all on the stage. Our fans get the best we can give at every show, tonight wasn’t any different. We have the best fans in this business; they show up ready to rock right along with us.
Another difference is we don’t usually show up to an after party with anyone on our arms. If we have people that need moved from the arena to the party, they are always sent in a different car. It protects us and them. No one realized what we were doing until we arrived at the club; Heather and her girlfriends were in the car with the band. The change was enough to throw all of us, the other guys were ready to turn around and take the girls back to the arena.
As Brent started making phone calls Heather stepped up barking out orders. Everyone just sat staring at her until I reminded them all she works with this stuff every day. When the limo door opened and it was time to step out, it looked like we were stepping out of a business meeting instead of a limo party with a few girls.
The bouncers at the door listened to Heather like she was making arrangements for the band. The other girls herded us like a wild clowder of cats through the crowd. It wasn’t until we got to the VIP area that I realized I couldn’t find Heather. Just like the other times we had been out, she wandered off leaving me to search for her.
Just like now, she’s off dancing with her friends and I’m left searching the crowd on the dance floor to watch her. The dance space in the VIP section is smaller than the main dance floor, but it’s packed with girls all trying to get our attention. Except Heather and her friends, Heather already has my attention and her girlfriends don’t seem to care.
Around me everyone is talking, or appropriately yelling over the music. Some girls were invited to join our party, that’s typical for a night out. Chugging the last of my drink I crush the bottle in my hand before replacing the cap on the sports drink bottle. Years of late night parties has taught me that I need to rehydrate or I’ll be on my ass the next day and barely able to play.
Moving my eyes back to the dance floor I search again for Heather, she’s moved and is now making her way back to me. With her arms still in the air and hips swaying she slowly makes her way to me. The seat across from me is open, but I’m happy when she chooses to drop into my lap instead. Brent is watching her; I can see the questions on his face. He’s told me a few times that there’s something about Heather that doesn’t make sense. He’s suspicious by nature, and Heather is unpredictable. More than that, she’s fun and isn’t afraid to express herself.
Like right now. I’m more than pleased with how she’s expressing herself on my lap. She’s moving to the beat of the music as I lean forward to slide my arms around her body. As if to emphasize her intentions she pushes her hips back grinding into me as she pushes my hands down. Wanting to enjoy her I lean back resting leaving my hands on her hips, giving her space to move with the music.
Taking note that her dress has ridden up her thighs, my hands have a mind of their own as they explore, gliding up until they disappear under the fabric. We’ve been together a few times, and it seems that she becomes more daring every time I see her. Even by her standards, I’m surprised at her new found pleasure as an exhibitionist.
Sitting back I pull her with me enjoying the movement of her body. As she settles against my chest, her head resting on my shoulder, she turns to kiss me thrusting her tongue into my mouth.
My thoughts are a mix of finding a quiet corner, or just getting her out of here. Visions of having her spread out on a table are interrupted when she breaks our kiss. With her body still moving she keeps her eyes closed as her hands drape backwards, her fingers threaded through my hair.
She came to the table alone, leaving her friends on the dance floor, but I don’t let that stop from me asking her to leave. She nods agreeing with me and I warn her, “When I get you alone you’ll be finishing what you started here.”
Making me feel like an awkward virgin she takes her time dismounting me, leaving behind the obvious signs of my arousal for her. Without a word she reaches her hand out expecting me to follow her. I can hear the other guys making noise but I don’t care what’s being said, she’s all I’m thinking about.
As I stand she leans in close enough to talk directly into my ear, “It’s time to get out of here rock star, I know just how to take care of you.”
CHAPTER 9
Heather
Once the concert was over, the girls were ready to go back to the hotel. Late night parties are not their thing, Molly wasn’t into parties in college, and now she doesn’t usually go out at night unless she has Jimmy with her. I was able to convince them to hang out just for a bit, but they’ve reached their limit. I tried to beg them for one more song, but they waved me off in favor of taking a cab back to the hotel.
In the past Tommy has been up and dancing with me, but tonight none of the guys are out on the dance floor. Instead I’m out here with a bunch of groupies that are trying to get the bands attention. Across the club Tommy is facing the dance floor, I haven’t been watching but when I look he’s watching me.
On the phone Tommy told me that he doesn’t drink much alcohol after a concert. He says he’s more of a sports or energy drink kind of guy, that’s all I’ve seen him drink since we got here. After the show other groupies, or as we were calling them ‘the skank patrol’, were trying to intimidate me when I was sitting with Tommy. He ignored them, I did too but they really got under Molly’s skin. Of course now she’s left me on my own, but she knows I’ll be fine.
It doesn’t take me long to convince Tommy we would have more fun on our own for the rest of the night. What started out as flirting led to a full on lap dance. Tommy didn’t complain, he obviously enjoyed me grinding on him in public.
Getting the right idea he pulls me in close for a kiss before he tells me, “When I get you alone you’ll be finishing what you started here.”
That’s what I wanted, but I take my time teasing him as I get up from his lap. Looking back, it’s obvious that I have his full attention and I’m sure to be satisfied on the way to the hotel.
We both have the same idea, but I lean in close as he’s able to stand telling him, “It’s time to get out of here rock star, I know just how to take care of you.”
It doesn’t take long for Tommy to lead me to an exit. Outside a car is waiting for us, the driver opens a door as we approach and I crawl in first. As the door closes behind him, Tommy pulls me closer, his words are rushed. “I’ve been waiting all nigh
t to be alone with you.”
That’s not exactly the words every girl wants to hear, but feeling his breath on my ear as he growls out each word certainly makes me feel things I hadn’t been thinking about. Shifting to his lap, facing him this time, my breasts rub against him and he moves his face lower to nuzzle between them.
He hasn’t avoided touching me, but we’ve never done more than kiss or maybe a grope before we are behind closed doors in the past. We agreed that it would be best if the press doesn’t publish anything about us; I let him believe that he was the only one that cared about publicity. The truth is I don’t want anyone digging through my life. My mother always has an opinion for me; I just don’t need to give her more ammunition. Otherwise I don’t really have anything to hide, well except he only knows me as Heather. It’s just my life and I don’t have to be in the public with him. That’s not who we are.
As the car accelerates into the night the music on the radio is turned up. The song is new to me but it has a great beat. The night is young and I start moving my hips with the beat of the song. As if he wants to steady me his hands slide up my thighs under my dress before he grips my hips. His fingers are chilled, like the night air, but against the heat of my skin it feels refreshing.
From below me he makes noises, it’s hard to tell if he’s moaning or growling as I let the tempo of the music carry me. Behind me the hem of my dress is fanning my backside. Gripping his shoulders I attempt to lift myself from his lap. His fingers dig into me pulling me down and grinding into his erection.
I sway side to side until I realize he’s trying to lift my dress up and over my head. I tap him on the shoulder and lean down to tell him, “There’s a zipper.”
His hands change course spreading across my back looking for the zipper. Finding it under my hair the dress falls away and I allow him to remove it. I hear him say my name, “Heather…” Anything else he says is lost as I watch his eyes devour me.
The dress was a wardrobe change for me, but I still maintained the bra and panties I bought for tonight. Sitting on his lap in nothing but the nude color lace bra and panties is making me feel naked as our car cruises the busy streets. Looking out the window I know I can’t be seen, but being able to see the other people in their cars is exhilarating.
As the song changes the volume of the music is turned lower. Pushing my hair away from my face thrusts my breasts out, they didn’t need the spotlight but it’s a great perk. I don’t break eye contact with him; I want him to know that I want this as much as he does. He reaches his hand out somewhere beyond my line of vision, then he’s talking to I assume the driver.
“Just drive for a while.”
Without letting him have a say I pull at his shirt, he leans forward allowing me to remove it from him. The sight of him has me licking my lips. He’s just as I remembered him, tight hard muscles with ink scattered across his body. One of these times I want to explore his ink, but this doesn’t seem to be the time.
His hand slides around my neck until he has my hair in his hand, before he twists my neck pulling me closer to take my mouth. He doesn’t hesitate, this isn’t a sweet romantic kiss, and instead I feel the hunger as his tongue conquers me. His grip tightens in my hair making everything below my navel clench with desire. He uses his other hand to hold me steady as I press harder into him.
Between kisses he begins to tell me what he’s going to do. He doesn’t expect me to answer his words as he tells me that he’s going to fuck me senseless right here in the limo. Groaning into his mouth I beg him for more. His denim clad erection is no match for my lace panties and with every motion I’m closer to coming before he even gets his pants open.
The loss of his lips allows me to moan as my body begins to shudder. He feels it happening, it’s too soon but I can’t stop it.
He’s no longer pressing into me, his voice is ragged as he demands, “You don’t get to come until I say.”
I blink trying to chase the confusion as he gathers me close, moving both of us so I’m flat on my back with him barely pressing into me from above. I can tell myself it’s just for tonight or just for the weekend, but I’m not fooling him. He knows what I need, and he’s going to push me making me beg for him.
My bra straps slide down as he begins at my shoulder alternating bites and kisses from my collarbone to my neck. It’s all kisses as he reaches my jaw, changing course and running his tongue along my ear.
I love his attention to detail until he requires me to answer him. “Is this what you want tonight, Heather?”
My eyes are closed; I don’t want him to stop. I’m sure he’s not looking but I bite down on my lip trying to keep myself from getting carried away. His lips have stopped; I groan needing him to keep going.
“Keep going rock star.”
He grinds into my center, he’s torturing me now. “Tell me what you want.”
He pulls away and I can’t catch my breath. He says it again and again until I finally break begging him. It’s just this time; I’m only going to beg this time I tell myself. “I need you, don’t hold back…”
It’s a frantic race as he pushes his jeans down and I hear the foil rip. A single thrust and he’s buried inside of me. “Now Heather, come now.”
It’s what I needed, he lingers above me thrusting as I let go screaming his name. His movements become frantic as he pushes harder into me. He’s gritting his teeth trying to hold back before he spits out, “You don’t play fair. Again now…”
CHAPTER 10
Tommy
Being with her has never been like this before. We’re hot together but something about tonight, it feels like maybe something has changed. I sit back pulling up my jeans tucking myself away. I pick up the condom from the floor before discarding it.
Across from me Heather is still twisting her clothes in her hand. If our next stop wasn’t a hotel I would take away her dress, leaving her no choice but to exit in just her underwear.
“What’s that look for rock star?”
Giving her a grin I tell her, “I want to throw that dress out the window and watch you walk out of here in just your underwear.”
She laughs leaning back as she thrusts her hips up higher, “You mean these panties that you somehow only partially ripped.”
She doesn’t sound mad, she’s even grinning back at me. Shrugging I ask, “Did that satisfy your fantasy?”
Pulling her dress over her head she hides from me until her head pops out through the neck. Turning she points to the back of the dress, “Will you zip me?”
With her dress still open I kiss the center of her back making her shiver. She pulls her hair aside as I slide the zipper higher bringing her dress back together.
“I think we can cross off the groupie fantasy in a limo. Maybe before you guys leave in the morning we can move to the bus?”
She never ceases to amaze me. The last time we were together she told me about her fantasy. After leaving her behind it was torture to play night after night knowing that the next time I saw her this is what we would be doing. I wanted to cross this off her bucket list months ago. She made me wait, asking her to every concert, imagining her in every limo in every city we’ve been in.
We’ve never talked about it, but she’s always acted like the after sex cuddle wasn’t her thing. At some point she moves closer to me and she allows my arms to circle her as we ride to the hotel. In public she’s a nervous ball of energy. Tonight just the two of us, she seems content.
She slipped her key card into my pocket as we exited the limo. Luckily there’s no crowd waiting for us at the hotel. It’s still early and I intend to make the most of our night together. The limo was for her; in her room that’s going to be for me. I’m going to act on every dirty thought I’ve had about her for months. It also needs to be enough to carry for me the remaining weeks of this tour until we will hopefully see each other again.
She’s quiet until the door opens to her room. She didn’t mention that she’s sharing a suite with
her friends; I thought she just had her own room for the night. It’s her friend Tabby putting blankets on a pull out bed that sends her into a tailspin.
I try not to listen as Tabby explains that Jimmy is here. Heather doesn’t seem happy about this and I’m grateful when she points to her room telling me that she will meet me shortly. I don’t need to be part of their drama; I’m just hoping this doesn’t change our plans for the night.
As I come out of the bathroom Heather is just entering her room. It’s obvious that something is going on with her friends and she’s upset. It’s not that I don’t care, but whatever is going on isn’t really my business.
With her back to me she steps out of her boots and searches through her bag for something. She’s not a quiet person by nature, so I’m not surprised that she feels the need to fill the silence.
“It’s was just supposed to be the girls for the weekend.” She busies herself plugging in a charging cord then attaching her cell phone. “I didn’t tell you that I’m moving back east in a few weeks. Jimmy took a job in Chicago, that’s closer to Molly’s family. So she wants to move home.”
She hasn’t mentioned anything about moving, I don’t know if this is new or something she’s been planning. I’d like to think its new, but discussing stuff has never been the top of our priorities.
“I finished work this week, well our project ended. So I told them I wouldn’t be taking any new assignments. I thought I would work on more movie sets, not just commercials and other short videos.” I know she’s just talking to talk at this point.