The Wild Interview

by K. A Knight

  “In your dreams.” I hear Blake laugh as I make my way through the maze that is backstage, and out into the back parking lot where the bus is, the area is closed in and I’m pretty sure is for deliveries, but it works well.

  Grabbing my work phone, I update some emails before scrolling through The Wild Boys’ social media, fans are already going crazy for tonight and the hype is mad.

  Making my way onto the bus, I snap a couple of pictures, some of the bus, one of Kingston and Blake when they aren’t looking, and upload them.

  When I get inside, I hear the shower running and see a pile of sweaty clothes leading to the bathroom, when a very naked Liam struts out and Leo slides in.

  “Really, put some clothes on,” Blake orders, and Liam winks at me before going to the back of the bus and grabbing some clothes. My eyes are locked on his ass until I can’t seem him anymore.

  Blake coughs and I shrug, before sliding into the table booth. He slides in opposite me as Kingston jumps on the sofa and lies down. Eyeing him, he stares right back at me until Liam comes in and jumps on him, breaking the tension as they start wrestling.

  “You all ready for tonight?” I ask, my voice soft to keep the conversation between us two.

  “I think so, I hope everything goes like it has been in rehearsals.” I nod and he looks down at the table, fiddling with the wood.

  “Hey,” I reach across the table and cover his hand, “you guys have got this, I wouldn’t bullshit you. I have faith, so should you. Now, feel free to stress or rant at me as much as you want, but they need to see you solid and confident, or they will start to question it. They look to you for everything, let them see how much trust you have in yourself and them.”

  He nods again and I squeeze his hand. He smiles and squeezes back. “Thank you Gabby, I mean it. For trusting us and always having our backs... it means a lot.” I smile and go to answer when I hear a shout from the back of the bus.

  “Angel, can you come here for a moment?”

  Rolling my eyes, I share a smile with Blake before I stand up and head towards Liam. I didn’t even see him move from annoying Kingston. Heading down the hallway I hear laughter, and when I open the door to the bedroom I see Leo and Liam lying on the bed. Liam is underneath, lying face up, and Leo is sat on his stomach, trying to do up what looks like bondage gear, but is actually for the first act.

  Leaning against the wall, I grin at the scene. “I always figured you would be the bottom Leo,” I tease, and he looks over his shoulder with a grin. He seems to have perked up after the Kelsey argument and I’m glad.

  “Oh, I am.” He winks and Liam chuckles underneath him.

  Grinning, I round the bed and tilt my head down to meet his eyes. “What’s the issue?” I ask, my voice in manager mode, but I can’t help that my hand reaches out and brushes some of his hair from his face. His eyes close and he sighs, tilting his head into my hand. Flicking my eyes up, I meet Leo’s and my breathing stutters at the pure need reflecting back in them, yet when I blink—it’s gone.

  “We can’t get the buckle to sit right,” Leo replies gruffly and I nod, pulling my hand from Liam.

  “Let me have a go?” I request softly and Leo nods, scooting back on Liam's thighs, but not moving off him. Biting my lip, I climb onto the bed and swing a leg over Liam, hovering above his hips. This wouldn’t look good if anyone was to walk in right now. Looking into Liam’s eyes, I can’t care. I wink and he grins, watching me, his eyes sparkling with lust.

  Liam bucks a little and I almost fall off, but Leo’s hands reach out and grip my hips, holding me in place. Ignoring the searing heat from his palms and the fact my skirt is hiked up almost to my waist. I lean forward and start working on the buckle.

  Biting my lip, I concentrate on my task, trying to ignore Liam’s hard heat between my legs and Leo’s hands on my hips. Leaning down, I squint as I try to poke the little bastard through the hole.

  “I wouldn’t be opposed to this position later, Angel,” Liam jokes, and I roll my eyes even as it sends a throb through my pussy. I freeze when his hands drift higher, placed just above Leo’s on my hips. He pushes my shirt up, his hands meeting my skin and branding it. Swallowing hard, I look up and meet his eyes. All teasing and jokes have left his expression, and now they are filled with fire, I know if I stay here, he’s going to make a move... yet I can’t force myself to move away. My mind is screaming at me, telling me to get out, listing all the things that could go wrong, but when him and Leo push down, I gasp when my panty-clad pussy meets the front of his jeans, stretching tightly across his erection. We all freeze, none of us moving, knowing we’re crossing a line.

  My body is screaming but I blow out a breath, finish the buckle with shaky fingers and slide from the bed. They let me, both heads turned my way and watching me with panting chests. They stare at me intently, both in sync as I straighten my skirt and shirt.

  “It was stuck, should work fine now. Make sure to check it before you go on stage,” I murmur huskily and force my legs to move, to leave them there as they watch me with a mix of disappointment and lust.

  Fuck. Trying to shake it off, I go back to the others and start running through my checklist. The show is starting in two hours, it means people will be arriving and I need to check in with all the teams. First of all, I make sure the guys have everything they need before I kiss everyone on the cheek and tell them they will be amazing.

  They all grin, the excitement and nerves running high as I leave the bus. I can hear the screaming and laughing of women from here. Oh yes, tonight’s show is going to be wild.

  “So, everything is ready?” I ask for the third time, worrying my lips. I can hear the chants and talking of the six hundred women, and a surprising amount of men, in the crowd. They were shown to their seats about twenty minutes ago, the latecomers slowly trickling in. Peeking around the curtain I grin at the full seats. When I came aboard, only half of the venues had sold any tickets—now? It’s a full show.

  We have a three-tiered upper seating section at the back, spread out like a stadium with aisles down the middle. On the floor, we have two seated sections, one on either side with a massive aisle in the middle. The aisles are kept free for the boys to dance and interact with the audience, and they will. Most of the show is them jumping from the stage and dancing with them, bringing the audience to life. Getting them to interact rather than just watch, sitting on knees, flirting, bringing them their wildest dreams.

  “I promise sweetness, you’ve run through everything five times. We have run this show more times than we’ve slept, everyone knows what to do. Gabby, look at me. It’s going to be amazing, all your hard work will pay off. Now, the boys need their manager and their leader. Better get stage ready girl.” He laughs and I grin, true... because this isn’t any ordinary strip show. Not one like you find down at your local pub, oh no, this is something unique. Not cheesy, not cringeworthy. It’s dancing, it’s beautiful, sexy and yes, panty wetting, and puts the audience in control. Letting them decide how far they want to take it, or not at all. There’s nothing worse than being uncomfortable as a half naked, oiled up man grinds on you, women get enough of that at clubs. Here, this is for freedom. For you to express your desires and indulge a little.

  I spot the waiters making rounds with the fake money and grin, the bar is full and the buzz is high. No one knows what to expect. I can’t wait to show them. Dropping the curtain, I make one more round before heading back to the dressing rooms. I can hear the music and guys from here as they get ready and pump each other up.

  I stick my head around the door and laugh, Kingston is spinning Liam around as they dance to the music. Blake is putting on his first outfit, his chest bare. Damon is slicking back his hair in the mirror as he shakes his hips, and Leo is tuning his guitar.

  Kingston spins and grins when he spots me. Holding up my hands, I try to ward him off even as I laugh. “No, no.” I giggle when he grabs me and spins me as well, dipping me and moving in time to the music.
I manage to untangle myself from him, and both he and Liam start dancing, dragging Damon to join in. Still laughing, I hop up on the counter next to Blake as he looks into the mirror. He swears, struggling with the jacket to button with all the heavy material draped over him.

  “Here?” I reach out and he looks up before walking over to me, standing between my parted thighs. Concentrating on the jacket, I start to do up the buttons as his hands land on my thighs.

  “You ready for tonight? I guess we never asked?” he murmurs, the laughter of the others drowning out our words.

  “Yes, can’t say I’m not a little nervous, but I know how much they will love the show.” I grin and glance up, only to get caught in his eyes as he watches me intently.

  I can’t seem to look away and my hand stills on the buttons as he draws patterns on my thighs, like he can’t help himself. “Do you like Kingston?” he questions, his voice gruff, and I watch as he swallows hard.

  “Of course, I like you all.” Tilting my head in confusion as he grunts, I notice his face is covered in frustration.

  “Not what I meant,” he grunts, and I focus back on the buttons, thinking through his question. I guess I already admitted to myself that I like them all—so why does it seem so hard to admit to Blake?

  “Yes,” I say softly. Finished with the buttons, I leave my hands on his chest and look back up again, catching the pained look in his eyes. Does that mean what I think it does? My heart is racing and I’m sure he can feel my palms sweating. Tilting my head, I almost grin when I feel his heart through my palms, his is racing too.

  “I like you too,” I admit and he freezes against me, he even stops breathing as his eyes search mine.

  “Ten minutes,” comes a call from outside, and it breaks whatever spell we’re under.

  Licking my lips I push away, and he lets me as I climb down. “Five minutes guys, then meet me at stage left.” I get various okays as I leave and try to ignore whatever just happened between me and Blake.

  Slipping into the other dressing room, I slip off my blazer, silk shirt, and skirt, until I’m only in my black lace matching set. The door slams open and I turn to see Blake standing there in his uniform, glaring at me. Raising my eyebrows, I face him with my hands on my hips.

  “You can’t just fucking say shit like that and then walk away like it’s nothing,” he yells and kicks the door shut behind him.

  “What the fuck dude? You can’t just come in here yelling—” I start to shout back, his anger always pricking mine, but he strides towards me and seals our mouths together, cutting off my words.

  It’s like a dam breaking, everything but the taste of him leaves my mind. Groaning into his mouth, I weave my hands in his hair and hold on as he devours me, taking control and tangling our tongues. He grunts and reaches down, grabbing my ass and lifting. Twisting and walking backwards, he keeps his lips on mine as he smashes me into the wall and I wrap my legs around his waist. I kiss him as fiercely as he’s kissing me, both of us wild with need and unspoken things between us.

  Pulling away to breathe, I lean my head back and watch him. He gulps and puts his forehead to mine, our eyes locked on each other, filled with questions and guilt since we know what we’re doing is wrong. I kissed his friend the other night. Hell, I felt his friend up, yet all I can think about in this moment is his hands on my arse and the taste of him on my lips.

  I hear the others outside and I force myself to breathe deep. “I need to get ready.” I’m breathless but my voice strong.

  He nods and drops me to the floor before turning and striding away, leaving me there clutching the wall for support. He stops with his hand on the door. “I wish things were different, because Baby Girl? I like you too.” His words are soft and I see a different side of Blake as he slips out after that bombshell, leaving me gawking after him.

  Blake likes me? The asshole, the one who constantly throws barbs at me, who plays so beautifully and sings with me, who shares his past and shows me his pain. The man who protected me when I couldn't protect myself? I’m so screwed.

  Groaning, I glance at the clock and rush forward, swearing like a sailor as I hurry about. Grabbing the jumpsuit, I slip it on and step into my sparkly heels, quickly touching up my lipstick, before I burst from my dressing room and jog to the side of the stage where the guys are waiting. I meet Blake’s eyes but quickly look away.

  “Okay, you guys ready? Have everything you need?” They nod and I grin. “Then here we go, remember the dances and the cues, but have fun. Let’s show them who the Wild Boys really are!” I shout and they whoop.

  “GROUP HUG!” Liam yells and I laugh as everyone piles in, arms wrapping around as I’m squished between them.

  The lights go down out front and I hear the crowd yelling and screaming. Pulling back I grin at them, the excitement palpable.

  “Showtime boys.” They nod and I turn to see the roadie approaching with the mic. Taking it from him, I grin and nod at Mark where he waits in the wings on the opposite side of the stage.

  The lights go into complete darkness and I hear the cries of the crowd. Five seconds of darkness, enough to make them shift, to make them wonder what’s coming, to make them feel alive.

  The single spotlight hits dead centre of the stage, completely empty. I can hear them shifting, wondering what’s going to happen.

  Gripping the mic tighter, I blow out a breath and paste a confident smile on my face as I climb to the stage. Stepping into the spotlight I grin into the crowd as they cheer. I wait for them to calm down before I bring the mic to my lips.

  “Ladies, and Gentlemen, welcome to The Wild Boys!” I shout and they cheer and chant, I laugh and wait for it to quiet down again. “Now, we all know why you’re here. You want the hot men, am I right?” I ask and hold my hand to my ear dramatically, and I hear stomping and yelling. “No, you don’t want hot men?” They scream louder and I smirk.

  “Well good job, you’re in the right place! Tonight, we are going to make all of your wet dreams come true. Your husbands, boyfriends, and girlfriends can thank us later on. Now, who wants to meet the boys?” The screaming is louder than ever as I hear the boys enter the stage and stand in their spots in the dark, waiting.

  “I’m going to take that as a fuck yes! Without further ado, here are The Wild Boys!” The first spotlight comes on and then slowly, the others light up one by one as the boys pose and smirk into the crowd, teasing them, running their hands down their bodies and blowing kisses.

  I grin as the crowd almost shakes the room with their shouts and cheers. I have to shout into the mic. Striding across the stage I lean against Blake, my hand on his chest as I circle him and show him off. “This, ladies, is Fireman Blake. He’s dark, he’s brooding, he's kind of an arsehole but we all love that right?” I let him go forward as he grips his fake axe and throws his hat to the floor, yanking open his fireman jacket and thrusting his hips to the crowd. They go wild.

  “Alright, put the snake in the cage Blake. Now, ladies, has anyone been naughty tonight?” I inquire, as I cross the stage and stand at Liam’s side. He smirks, his fingers hooked into his cop belt, complete with gun and badge. “This is officer Liam, and he’s heard that you have been bad.” He struts forward, grabbing his gun and teases it across his chest and cock as he flirts with the audience.

  “How about any naughty school girls?” I scream as Emmett steps forward, dressed like a sexy professor. He flirts with the crowd and I laugh before stepping into Leo’s arms.

  “What about a Latin lover?” I purr, my voice silky as Leo grabs his hat and puts it on my head, his shirt open and billowing around him as he runs one hand down his washboard stomach. His guitar in his other hand, he brings it up and plays a few cords.

  “You still want more?” I ask, and they scream as I strut across the stage to Damon. “How about a rockstar? He’s bad, he’s sexy, and he knows how to use his mouth,” I joke, and he winks at me as he strides across the stage, confidence in every step. His assless black
leather trousers exposed to the crowd, and his chest is bare, his hair styled, and eyes lined.

  “Oh but ladies, I’ve saved the biggest for last,” I yell and Kingston steps up next to me, grabbing my hips and lifting me from the floor, setting me on his shoulder. “This, my lovelies, is Kingston or as you might know him—The Stallion.”

  The crowd goes wild as he drops me to the stage and starts posing to show off his impressive... length.

  They circle around me as I stand in the middle while they flirt, touch, and reach into the front row.

  “Everyone's dirty dreams, am I right ladies? The naughty cop, the sexy firefighter…” I trail off. “But we don’t want them cheesy tropes, am I right? No one wants an awkward encounter, because at The Wild Boys we are more than just strippers. We are performers, we are dancers, and we are here for you. To make your wildest dreams come true, to give you a night you will remember for the rest of your life.” The boys starts stripping, getting rid of those costumes to show the joggers underneath. “So no, we won't be the naughty nurse and whatever else you see at your local pub. Tonight, we are yours. Touch what you want to touch, or don't. That's your choice, you can just enjoy the ride. We even have a safe word ladies, so if you ever feel uncomfortable or want the naughty boys to stop, just say ‘pineapple!’”

  I hear laughs. “What’s the safe word?” I yell and they all scream it back.

  “Good, remember it and remember the money, it might just bring you good luck.” I wink and I hear more laughter and hollering. “Tonight, we bring you the show of your life. So hold on tight, and give a big welcome to… The Wild Boys!” I scream as the shitty music cuts out and the lights go down.

  Leaving the stage, red lights up the boys where they stand in their starting positions. The music starts, the bass shaking the ground as The Weekend starts singing. They move, as one. Their bodies like the music itself, fluid and sexy as hell as they work around the stage. Not stripping. Just dancing, and their moves are good enough to rival any professional dancer’s.