Chapter 1: No Turning Back
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“Ah! Oh fuck, give it to me!!” The loud, overdramatic moans made me roll my eyes. I highly doubt this man’s dick was that good. But, I understand she had to sell it. Stroke his ego (among other things) to get what we were waiting for. My job was to wait outside of the car they were in, looking out for the cops. As if I needed to. The cops around here aren’t gonna give a shit about two horndogs fucking in a car. Not with this huge concert getting ready to start.
Holy shit, I almost forgot THE CONCERT!!
“Wrap it up, Diamond! We’re gonna miss it!!” I tapped on the back door window with my knuckle, receiving a groan in response. Three minutes later the door opened and they both stepped out. The heavy scent of fucking in an enclosed space wafted out behind them, making me turn my face away for a moment. My friend Diamond stepped out first, smoothing out her short black dress. Her wedge heels thudded against the concrete as she stepped onto the curb. "So damn impatient, Rose. Do you want me to get us in or not?" She said, crossing her arms.
"Well, did you?"
The man she hooked up with cleared his throat, then placed something in her hand. She smiled at him and dragged her French-tipped nails across the top of his hand. "Thanks for the passes, baby." Ugh, I wanted to vomit. The uniform he had on was now wrinkled and bunched up in certain areas, since he got dressed in a rush. Once he made the exchange he was gone, just as quick as he came. In every meaning of the term. Mhm, those moans were definitely fake.
Diamond pulled out her cellphone, sent a text, then put it back in her bra. Her blue eyes met mine for a moment and she sighed. "Don't look at me like that. There's no other way we could've got these backstage passes. Now thanks to me, and my kitty, you can see your precious Michael." She said his name in a playful, sing-song tone, coming over to nudge my shoulder.
"It's not like I'm thirsty for him. I just really love his music."
"That's what they all say. Fuck that! I wanna meet Jennifer." She made a sound like she was sampling expensive cheesecake. "Now that is a face I'd love to sit on."
We ran into the arena where our other two friends had saved us a spot. Finally, after two days of traveling out here, catching rides from strangers, staying in a cramped motel room, and living on pizza and juice… We made it. The first concert on The Moscow Strangers's tour. The girls practically made a lifestyle of following their favorite bands. This time, it was my favorite. Thanks to Diamond, I can finally meet the lead singer Michael Jackson. Admittedly yes, he is attractive. I'd be a fool and a liar if I tried to say otherwise. But I wasn't interested in him for that. The man's a musical genius. His lyrics had so much meaning, and I just get lost in his words.
When we made it to our friends I had to yell, just to be heard above the screaming crowd. "Holy shit, Chris! How'd you get us a spot in the front?!" Chris cupped her hands around her mouth. "I got my ways. I see Diamond did her thing." Without a word, Diamond gave Chris a thumbs up. Probably didn't want to yell and save her throat for when the band gets on stage.
The lights dimmed and the crowd lost their minds. Screeching and calling out the names of their favorite band members. A bright spotlight shone down on the front center of the stage, and there stood Michael Jackson. Slash, on the right side of him, strummed a loud guitar chord and started the first song.
You'll never make me stay
So take your weight off of me
I know your every move
So won't you just let me be…
Dirty Diana, one of my favorite songs. No matter how many times I replayed the song on my own time, it would never match up to hearing him sing it live. The rawness in his voice, and watching his expression match the tone of every phrase. Who was he singing about? It was so clear that these words were coming from something deep. As he reached the chorus Jennifer, their other guitarist, spun around and joined Slash. The melodies they created made my knees buckle. Dear God, this is almost better than sex. At least, I'd imagine it is… My toes were curling inside my boots like I was experiencing an orgasm.
The rest of the concert was just as great. Honestly, I wish it could've gone on forever. But then I wouldn't be here, waiting at the door to get backstage while security checks our backstage passes. One of those security guards, the man that Diamond hooked up with, opened the door and led us down a short walkway. We all huddled together, bouncing and trying to hold back our squeals of excitement till we reached a wide red door with a gold star painted on the center of it. The security guy knocked in a specific pattern, then turned to go back where we came from. "Have fun ladies. I already told them about the little deal you mentioned." He said, giving Diamond a wink before he left.
"Deal? What deal?" I whispered, turning to Diamond. She kept her eyes straight on that door, completely avoiding my gaze. What the fuck?
Chris put a hand on my shoulder, and I couldn't tell if it was meant to be comforting or threatening. She always came off that way. "It's time to pay up, that's all. We can't let Diamond handle all the work. Besides, you knew it wouldn't be easy to get here."
"What the fuck are you-"
The red door creaked open, exposing Slash standing there in the doorway. He wasn't sporting his famous top hat, he had actually changed out of the outfit he wore on stage. Angel, the 4th and last friend in our group, was staring him down with eyes wide as dinner plates. If she had laser vision she would've vaporized every article of clothing he had on, which wasn't much. He was shirtless and wearing only a cross necklace, black ripped jeans, and a pair of beat-up converse sneakers. He flicked the ash from the lit cigarette in his hand, giving us a wide grin. "So, these are the girls I've been hearin' about."
Chris, always the group's spokesperson, stepped forward. She was almost eye-to-eye with Slash as far as height. The tallest chick in our group. "Yeah we are." She smiled back at him. "I'm Chris. This is Angel, Diamond, and Rose."
We each waved as she introduced us, like models on a pageant line. Kinda made me feel like a product, not gonna lie. Plus I could tell that Slash didn't give a single shit about our names. That is, until she mentioned Diamond. "Diamond… Oh I've definitely heard about you."
"Good things I hope." She replied, batting her eyelashes at him. He took a slow drag from his cigarette, watching her from behind the shield of his massive curly hair. Angel wilted behind me. Poor thing, I hope she gets her time alone with him before Diamond does. She'll eat him alive.
"Quit hogging our guests! Let em' in." A female voice yelled from inside the room. Slash stepped aside and let us shuffle into the room single file. It was a large rectangular room, the walls were painted red with posters and records hung up on the walls. There were couches and loveseats along the walls, scattered tables, a small bar stocked with various brands of liquor, speakers that were currently playing some soft rock ballad, and a large closet on the far end of the room. Probably where they kept all their stage outfits. Jennifer sat at the bar, waving at us with a glass in her other hand. Michael was laid across one of the couches, uninterested in our presence. He paid more attention to the magazine he was flipping through. I think it was Playboy.
"Don't be rude, Mike. Come say hi." Jennifer said. She spoke to him, but she never peeled her eyes off of us. Chris specifically. I don't blame her. I'm not even into chicks, but Chris? She had that swagger and sort of masculine energy that made me question myself sometimes. Rolling his eyes, Michael put his magazine down on one of the coffee tables and stood up. The buckles along the length of his pants jingled as he approached. Oh my god oh my GOD, he's walking right up to me!
"H-hi Michael."
"Mhm." He looked down at me, staring right into my eyes. I didn't notice how deep and soulful his eyes were, until I was seeing them up close. People really don't appreciate brown eyes as much as they should. His arms crossed, and ugh ! I've never felt like more of a stuttering disappointment than I do right now. Pull it together bitch! In an attempt to redeem myself, I cleared my throat and tried again. "You guys had a great show tonight! I can tell you put a lot into it. What's your writing process like?"
Michael's posture stiffened for a moment, and his eyebrows practically raised into his hairline. "Oh. Really?" Did I offend him or something? I nodded enthusiastically and he leaned in closer to me. The floodgates opened. "It's hard to explain. The ideas just sort of come to me, and I have to write them down before they get away. But some songs-… Well, everything has meaning. I don't wanna give too much away." His last sentence ended with a little chuckle, and it was the cutest thing I've ever heard. "Do you study music?"
"I do, actually. You were my inspiration to start studying. Your vocal technique is so- Oh shit, that's probably so cringe." My hands flew up to my cheeks, hoping to provide just a shred of protection. Any kinda wall to block my embarrassment.
"No, no. It's not. I wanna hear it."
"Sorry, I guess I just don't wanna sound like some kind of fangirl."
"So you're not a fan?" Michael put his hand on his chest, mocking a hurt expression. But he couldn't hide the ghost of a grin fighting to pull up the corners of his mouth.
"Wait, that's not what I meant!" I replied, almost frantic. He erupted in a fit of feathery laughter, and soon we were both in a chuckling fit. Folding over and swatting at each other. For a moment he felt like an old friend, and it was… it was nice. Not the energy I expected.
As the laughs died down I suddenly became very aware of the fact that I wasn't standing next to my friends anymore. Me and Michael were standing in the same spot by ourselves, while everyone else had moved to the far opposite side of the room. They were seated on a large black leather couch. Slash had Diamond and Angel on both sides of him, drinking getting all up in his face with their flirty gestures. Jennifer was seated with her pale legs spread open, and Chris was kneeling between them. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what she was doing. Jennifer's soft moans told the whole story. Chris's words echoed in my mind. "It's time to pay up. We can't let Diamond handle all the work." Is this what she meant? We're supposed to be screwing them?!
"Well they sure don't waste any time." Michael said, deadpan. He took in the view like it was just another Tuesday. Wait, if we're supposed to be fucking them...and everyone else already seems paired up… When I turned my attention back to Michael, he was already looking back at me. "Did you wanna do any of that?" He motioned toward the rest of the group on the couch. Diamond had her hand stuffed in Slash's jeans, pulling his dick out while Angel was making out with him.
"I-I didn't come here for that."
"Really? That's not what security told us." Michael ran his tongue along his bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth. The amount of sexual energy he seemed to turn on like a switch was goddamn intimidating. I felt like prey about to be swallowed whole.
"Well your security got the wrong message!" I hissed, stopping Michael in his tracks. "Diamond's the one who told him that shit. I didn't agree to anything." I kept my voice low, trying not to draw attention to us. Last thing I needed was for them to notice that I wasn't playing along. I'd never live it down.
"You're serious." Just like that, his energy switched back. He even took a small step back, so he wasn't hovering over me. "My bad, I didn't know. Most of these girls, they always come here with one goal in mind."
"I can see that." We both sighed. "Not lookin' forward to how much shit they're gonna give me later. I should've known this was gonna happen."
"I got an idea." Michael reached out for my hand, waiting until I gave it to him before he led me to the side of the bar. Looking over my shoulder I could barely see the group anymore, but I could hear the moans and wet slaps of skin against skin.
"Alright what's the plan?"
"Would it be better if we just...kissed? Nothing freaky." He held his hands up. "Just so you can tell them you did something. I'll let you lead."
Not at all how this night was gonna go, but fuck it. He's putting me in charge, right? I don't have to go any faster than I want to. So I nodded and stepped closer. He smelled so good, I didn't hesitate to press myself up against him. Could he feel my heart pounding? Or is that his? He gently tilted my head up with his index finger, guiding me to his lips. As promised, I was the one to make the connection. His lips were so soft, molding with mine in perfect unison. He didn't push against me or try to force his tongue down my throat. Instead he wrapped his arm around the small of my back and pulled me closer, and ran his other hand through my auburn curls. The way he held me, strong yet gentle, made me melt and moan against his lips.
My tongue trailed along his bottom lip until he gave me access to explore his mouth, exchanging hot bursts of breath. I let my hands roam his back and wrapped my arms loosely behind his neck. He took my bottom lip between his teeth and tugged softly, then smoothed it over with his tongue. He tasted particularly minty-fresh and it made me wonder if he was prepared for something like this. Or maybe the man just has good hygiene. Chill out, detective.
Michael pulled back, breathing deeply. His eyes stayed closed for a moment, until his breathing returned to normal. "We gotta stop there. Before I get tempted to do something that you're not ready for."
"Thank y-you. For this. I know it isn't much for you.. But it'll keep my friends off my back. Sorry I couldn't do more."
"You don't have to apologize for that." Michael said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Honestly if I were you, I'd dump those friends. They're gonna get you into some shit. You don't seem like that kind of girl."
I didn't respond. Mostly because I've heard it before. I've thought it before. It's easy for everyone to say that when they didn't know the girls like I do. I mean, we kinda grew up together. Watched each other's backs all through high school. I couldn't imagine my life without them. And even though I don't really fit the lifestyle they've grown into, I know how to handle myself. I just needed them. Now, more than ever…
Chapter 2: Lying Eyes
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The last thing anyone wants to hear at eight in the morning is the sound of glass shattering. I swear, sometimes I can’t take these girls anywhere. I yawned and stretched out across the large bed I was sleeping in, tangled up in the soft lavender sheets. A huge upgrade from the sketchy full-sized bed I would've had to share back at the motel. Thanks to Angel ‘randomly’ giving Slash the details of where we were staying, he decided his new favorite girls were too precious to stay in a dump like that. So he upgraded us; with another condition, of course. We have to come to their next show. Backstage, for the same purpose. They didn’t even put it to a vote. Why would they? I was the only one being such a baby about it… I mean, it’s just sex, right? Why is it so hard for me to just give it up?
I stood up, digging my toes into the velvety cream colored carpet. Excited female voices bounced off the walls, making me groan and roll my eyes. It's too early for this shit. As I cautiously stepped out into the living room/kitchen area, I saw Chris with a broom and dustpan already in her hands. She gave me an apologetic smile. "Mornin', Rose. Uh, stay over there for a sec."
Didn't have to tell me twice. Diamond and Angel were both sitting on stools along the island that separated the small kitchen space from the living room. There was a steaming mug clutched in Angel's hands, but Diamond had embarrassment plastered across her forehead. Butterfingers. She's always been clumsy.
"I thought we already agreed that Diamond can't be trusted with anything that isn't plastic." I said, smirking at her.
"Oh, fuck you." She flipped me off, grinning back at me. "I've never been up this early. Shit, I don't think I've ever slept that good before."
Angel sipped from her mug, letting her long blonde hair fall over her shoulder as she leaned in Diamond's direction. "Was it the expensive bed that did it? Or getting your brains screwed out?"
The two of them cackled as Chris cleaned up the last bits of the broken ceramic mug. I was all clear to enter the kitchen, but I lingered in the doorway. Look at them… I may not be a fan of how they get things done, but they were practically glowing. That post-sex rejuvenation that all the magazines would write about. And here I was, just- How did I feel? Thinking back on last night, there was definitely frustration at them for putting me in that position. Frustration towards myself for not seeing it coming. Then there was Michael…
"How was Michael?" Diamond asked me, bringing me back to reality. All eyes were on me now, even Chris looked up from the large pan of scrambled eggs she was working on. "I didn't hear a lot of noise from you two. Couldn't hear much of anything over Jennifer and the music." Chris looked proud of herself, soaking in the praise. She had Jennifer's legs wrapped around her neck for most of our time there.
"Oh. W-we uh, didn't have sex." Goddamn it, don't start stuttering now. Just tell them about the kiss, like he said. I cleared my throat and tried to loosen up my tense posture. "I sucked his dick though." WHAT?!
"Alright!" Diamond raised her hand, high-fiving the air in my direction. Chris, who was a bit closer to me, raised her fist in my direction. I stepped towards her, closing the space between us and bumping her fist with mine. So fucking happy she didn't go in for a high five. My palms are probably sweaty beyond belief. Angel just gave a silent nod of approval, playing with her tongue piercing.
I was thankful they didn't bring up last night again. If I had to actually create a fake story to back up my bullshit, It'd be a dead giveaway. Why the fuck did I even say that?! We ate our breakfast in silence, aside from Angel going on about whatever Slash said to her. She really had it bad for him.
"-And then he told me I was gorgeous!" Angel said, fanning herself with a paper plate.
"Yeah. While he had his dick in your mouth." Diamond snickered, finishing off the orange juice in her plastic cup.
"I take that as a compliment." Angel's expression didn't falter. "If he can still think I'm gorgeous with my mascara running, and spit all down my chin. I must be doing something right."
Here we go again. Sometimes those two would go back and forth like true sisters. Always competitive when it comes to male attention. Especially with the way Diamond gets around. It's easy to forget that she's only 19. The youngest in our group. The two of them decided to go shopping for new outfits. Probably looking to impress Slash at the concert tonight. Chris declined the invitation, simply stating that she had a few sales to make instead. Nobody spoke about it, but it was Chris's drug selling that usually paid for our food and travel. Slash and Jennifer had also bought A LOT from her last night. They even wanted her to bring more.
"What're you gonna do?" Chris asked, still putting together her small briefcase. It was neatly organized with baggies of various pills and powders. Marijuana seemed basic next to everything else there. Almost out of place.
"I'm just gonna chill here. Catch a nap or two before the concert."
Chris chuckled, briefly running her tongue over her pierced bottom lip. "Always the homebody. It's cute. Sure you don't want me to keep you company, Rose? Maybe I can peel back those petals."
"No thanks, Chris!" We both laughed. This was normal for us. Since back in high school, she'd always jokingly flirt with me. It never goes anywhere. In less than twenty minutes the place was empty and I finally felt like I had some peace.
She was right though. What should I do? I didn't actually plan on taking a nap. Part of me was afraid that if I did, I might dream about last night. Michael's soft lips and big hands, roaming my body. Maybe in my dream we'd go farther than we did. No. Don't even get your hopes up. You know you're too chickenshit to do it. Instead, I sat on my bed and pulled out my cell phone. After a couple rings, my mother's voice came through.
"Roselyn? I'm so happy to hear from you! It's been a while."
I hated that it took me so long to call. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that. Me and the girls are at a spa resort. So, phone time is limited. Kinda kills the zen, y'know?"
"Oh. I understand that." The rejected tone in her voice broke my heart. "I'm happy you and the girls are getting some relaxation. I know college classes are so demanding."
"They suuure are." My bullshit never ends. "How are things with you?" I quickly changed the subject.
"Same old, same old. Your father's been asking about you."
The mention of my father sent an icy chill throughout my chest. What the hell does he want? "H-he has?"
"Yes. He wants you to call him sometime. But you know, I don't get in the middle of that." She sighs. It's a losing battle for her ever since I left 'for college'. I haven't spoken to my father once in the year and a half that I've been away from home. I no longer have to. I don't have to see his stupid face anymore, and I don't have to deal with…
"I'll shoot him a call." I said, just to ease her mood a bit. "I gotta go, mom. Me and the girls have a massage appointment. I love you."
"Enjoy yourself, sweetie. I love you too."
The call ended and my shoulders sagged. Hearing her voice was usually my escape. She always grounded me when the girls put me in situations that felt so...unbelievable. But then she mentioned
him
. My phone screen lit up as I ran my thumb across it, showing my recent call list. There was the call I just ended with my mother, and then a row of red missed calls from my father over the past week. A painful thought crossed my mind.
Maybe I should call him…
My thumb hovered over the call tab for a moment, before I opened up his contact in my phone and blocked him.
Chapter 3: Get Your Kicks
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"Everybody ready to go?" Chris called out into the living room where the rest of us were waiting. Like the 'favorite girls' that we apparently were, there was a car on the way to pick us up. Favoritism has its perks. Diamond was checking her hair for the eighth time, making sure it was laying the way she wanted it to. Half of her hair (split down the middle) was its original raven hue, while the other half was a layered rainbow. I'm surprised her hair hasn't fallen out from how much she bleaches, colors and straightens it. I only put heat to my curls on very special and rare occasions. I wish I could honestly say that it was for protection, but I just don't have the patience.
Angel was touching up her black smokey eyeshadow, leaning on the island to catch her reflection in the shiny metallic napkin holder. Next to them I felt so underwhelming; Even though they both hooted and whistled when I shuffled out of my room in this tight black skirt and black lacey top. The leathery material of the skirt stopped just above my knees but there was a slit along the side that went up to my thigh, and the top showed a lot more cleavage than I thought it would. This outfit could've easily come straight out of Angel's closet. Still… I didn't pull it off the way they did. I felt like a kid playing dress-up.
"Alright, the car is gonna be downstairs for us soon." Chris stepped out into the living room, small briefcase in hand. She gave us all a look over, her hazel eyes resting on me for longer than the rest of them. Her lips curled into an approving smile. "Lookin' good Rose." Diamond scoffed from the other side of the room, quickly trying to play it off as a sneeze. Figures. For once she didn't have the hottest outfit of the bunch, and it must be making her skin crawl.
Instead of scrambling for a spot in the front when we got there, we were led to a great spot by the security guard Diamond was fucking. There wasn't enough time for her to properly thank him, but she gave his tiny tool a promising grip. She'll probably thank him later. As much as I tried not to judge her, the thought made me cringe. Not even because of her willingness to sleep with him. What disturbed me was the fact that this man looked like he was pushing thirty. Diamond wasn't even old enough to legally drink. I mean, If I can't take a guy to the bar with me, he's too young.
We were front and center, probably the best place to be. The closer it got to the start of the show, the more I couldn't get Michael out of my mind. Not just for the kiss. When the show finally started and he walked up to the mic, I was seeing him in a way I never thought of before. Noticing the way his tight black pants clung to him so closely that I could see his dick print. His long curls were out this time, blowing back as he took long strides across the stage. Has he always been this fucking hot?! I couldn't tear my eyes away from the beads of sweat that rolled down his sculpted jawline and down over his neck. This man had my stomach all in knots.
The crowd was going wild as he sang one of his more upbeat songs. It was Jennifer's turn to rip into a mean solo, and she was killing it. She didn't even use a guitar pick! She just shredded away with her fingers, climbing across the strings like a spider up its web. Slash was flipping his hair back, peeking over at us with a smirk. Diamond, to no one's surprise, squealed and pulled her shirt up. Her perky breasts bouncing free from the confines of her push-up bra. Slash was obviously pleased. Angel, not so much.
Michael, who was in his own world spinning and dancing, caught sight of it as he finished a spin. His lips turned downward in a disgusted grimace. Something about that made me smile.
Once the concert was ending, the spell of Michael's performance magic broke and brought me back to reality. I know the plan now. There's no way I can get away with just kissing again today. That wouldn't be pulling my weight. At least I get to see Michael again. Maybe they'll be so busy fucking that they won't notice me not doing the same. Would Michael even be okay with that? Sure, he pitied me and helped me out last time. I can't expect him to do it again. Men have... expectations.
"Right this way." Security called out to us, leading us once again to the back room. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and laughter that carried all the way down the walkway. Once we entered the room Jennifer waved us over to the bar.
"Just in time. Come have a drink with me, girls."
That woman's grin could charm a snake, and she knew it. I've only met her yesterday, but I could already tell she was trouble. Smiles like that always meant trouble in my experience. Like the high school bully that invites you to a party, just to humiliate you. Life isn't one of your stupid high school dramas, Rose. As we made our way to the bar, she finished pouring us each a generous amount of this green mixture she made. In plastic cups. Me and the girls chuckled, giving Diamond a look. She raised her middle finger in our direction, tipping the red cup against her lips until the liquor flowed into her mouth.
As if I needed another thing to hold me back… I looked down at the green drink, swishing it around in my cup. What the hell did she even put in here? It's not like I'm completely new to getting drunk. I'm not that lame. But I don't drink nearly as much as the girls do. My nostrils flared, trying to sniff out how strong the drink might be, but all I could catch was the scent of… spices? I was depending on that burning alcohol effect that tickled my nose. Something that would warn me if a hangover and fucked up ankles were in my future.
"Everything okay?" Jennifer asked, placing a hand on my shoulder. She was closer to me than she's ever been, and it made my stomach do flips.
"Y-Yeah, I'm good." I quickly tipped up the cup, letting the liquid touch my lips but not actually letting it into my mouth. When I brought the cup down, I forced an empty swallow and smiled. "Haven't had this before. What's it called?"
"Ugh." Diamond spoke up, putting herself in the conversation. Even though nobody fucking asked her to. "It's absin-"
"ABSOLUTELY delicious! You should've been a bartender, Jenn." Chris cut Diamond off, jabbing an elbow into her side. "Drink up, Rose. I wanna see that cup empty." The last sentence was less of a light-hearted tease, and more of a direct demand. Yeah, she's watching me now. I'm not getting off easy tonight. The way her eyes bore into mine said 'don't embarrass me'. So I tipped the cup back again, this time letting the drink actually fill my mouth. The taste was bittersweet, but not unbearable. I can handle this. But where the hell is Michael? He'd make this so much easier.
Things were surprisingly less sexual as the night went on. Slash chatted with us and told stories about some of the crazy shit they got into on tours. Chris opened her briefcase and handed him a large ziplock bag full of multiple small baggies. In return, he placed a thick roll of bills into her palm. No wonder she's been on my ass tonight.
A mass of teased blonde hair came into my view, as Jennifer leaned up against my shoulder. "Here ya go. From one of your friends." There was a fresh cup held in her hand, but the liquid in this one was pink. She practically held it up to my lips for me, cupping my chin so the drink wouldn't spill. I had only seconds to react. So I obliged, and opened my mouth. This drink was a lot fruitier than the green one. Hell, I could drink more of these. Maybe Chris is taking it easy on me after all. She kept tilting the cup until the entire thing was empty, starting up a chorus of hoots and whistles. "Damn, girl! I wanna be like you when I grow up." Jennifer said, taking a sip out of her own cup.
As soon as I brought my head back down I felt the burning sensation creep up my throat. Ah. There it is. It wasn't as bad as I expected, but the aftertaste was bitter. I wiped away the stray drops that escaped the corners of my mouth. Thank God I didn't wear lipstick.
"Y'know, I'm glad you girls came through tonight." Jennifer sat right beside me on one of the barstools. Even though she had my attention, I could still see Slash starting to make out with Angel a few feet behind her. Things were starting to heat up again. Just as they always do. The more I focused on the two of them, groping and grinding on each other, the harder it was to focus. The image of them went from being clear, to almost swaying. Like the room was on a tilt.
"Isn't that right?"
"Wait, what?" I replied. I didn't even notice that Jennifer was talking to me.
"I said, you girls really know how to help us unwind. It's important to unwind after these shows. Isn't that right?"
A dull ache started pulsing around my head, like it was being squeezed with a rubber band. I knew the words I wanted to say, but they were struggling to come out. "Y-you tell meee. You're the musician." Heh, that was actually pretty funny. I burst into a fit of unstoppable giggles. The room was still spinning, but it was kind of pleasant. It felt like floating.
"Looks like you might need to unwind too." She placed her hand on my thigh, making contact with my bare skin. My sitting position made the skirt ride up and expose more than I expected. Oh my God. The second she touched me, my entire body came to life. Strong sensations, like my skin was on vibrate. I've never felt like this before.
"Oh. Oh wow, that feels good. Why does that feel good?" Wait, did I just say that out loud? I would never say some shit like that. My body was betraying me, but it felt so fucking good. Even breathing was borderline orgasmic. Feeling the air fill me, taking up space inside me like no man ever has.
"I can make you feel really good, if you want me to." Jennifer leaned in closer, nuzzling her face into the crook of my neck. She peppered it with kisses; soft and sensual. Every kiss turning my senses to mush. This isn't normal. Internally I wanted to scream and push her away, but when I tried to lift my arms they wouldn't respond. My body went into autopilot, and I hated the direction it was going.
There was a tugging on my skin, as Jennifer sucked on the side of my neck. A soft moan escaped my lips. Come on, Rose. Come on! Do something! And I tried… Once again sending the message to my body. Run. Tell her off. Anything! All I managed to do was flop my head forward, almost throwing myself onto the floor. It forced her to disconnect from my neck, just so she could catch me.
"Easy there, Rose." She chuckled. "We're just gettin' started."
Chris and Diamond cheered, coming in closer to watch the spectacle. I've never felt so exposed. Even Slash, who was pumping his dick into Angel's mouth, looked over curiously. Don't look. Please, don't look. All my pleas, all my cries for help. Yet the only thing that left my mouth was fractions of a sentence. "Ah. Nooo.. Look. Please."
"Please? You want it that bad?" Jennifer's hand crept into my cleavage, caressing my breast. The simple touch felt so intense I couldn't hold back the pleasured sighs. If only it wasn't her. That's the true problem. It shouldn't be her making me feel this way. Not here. Not like this.
Slash pulled himself away from Angel, leaving her there on her knees. His eyes fell right on my semi-exposed breasts, watching Jennifer invade my space with her lips again. Don't you dare. From the look on his face, and the way he was stroking himself, he wanted in on the action.
Then, the door swung open. Everything else around me blurred, leaving the only focus on Michael. He came! He hadn't even changed out of his stage outfit. Still a picture of fucking perfection. I opened my mouth to call out to him...until I saw the look on his face.
He saw me. Practically sandwiched between Jennifer and Slash. Panting and moaning as she felt me up. His face twisted in a look of disgust. Those deep brown eyes piercing through me as he saw the state I was in. Pretty sexy, not gonna lie. I couldn't stop the intrusive fantasies. Wishing it was him with his lips on my neck, and his large hands in my shirt. I know he has some serious length going on in those pants.
The warning (and sensible) voice in my head blurred out into static in the back of my mind. All I could feel, and could focus on, was the pleasure. So I gave Michael the same stare. Maybe if I stare hard enough, I can project my lustful thoughts right into his brain.
"What did you give her?" Michael asked, clearly upset. "Her eyes are barely open. She's not even moving."
Nobody answered. They just carried on. Slash must've gotten tired of pleasuring himself to the sight of me. He let go and lifted that hand towards me instead, aiming for the breast that wasn't occupied.
Michael gripped his wrist, stopping him just an inch or two away. "Not tonight. I already called dibs on this one."
The mood in the room shifted, and even Chris gave me a look of surprise. She almost seemed proud. "Dibs?"
"Was that when she was sucking you off?" Diamond yelled across the room, high-fiving Angel and nearly missing. She was drunk off her ass already. Then again, if she's drunk, then what am I? This isn't like any kind of 'drunkness' I've ever felt before.
All eyes were on Michael now, waiting for a response. He raised an eyebrow at me, and I was instantly reminded that I never told him about the lie. How the hell am I gonna get out of this? Before he could say anything else, I spoke up. Liquid courage giving my voice a stability that I wish my legs had right now. "Can you blame him for wanting more?"
Michael's eyes shifted between me and Diamond for a second. Please don't expose me. Come on. I know you can figure this out. I'd sell my left tit for telepathy powers right now. Anything to keep him from calling me out in front of them. I'll even give him real head, if that's my price.
"Then we'd better go, so you can show me." He extended his hand to help me down from the stool, not even looking me in the eyes. He must not know how fucked up I am. The way my body felt, if I tried to leave this stool I would simply fly away. Like a lost balloon. So I just stared at his open palm, getting lost in the details of his skin.
Probably impatient, he stepped in between me and Jennifer, wrapping his arms around my waist to lift me. A touch I welcomed by wrapping my legs around his waist. He was a lot stronger than he looked. Without missing a beat, he lifted me from the stool and held me against him. Being closer, I could smell the liquor on his breath, masked by something minty. His slender frame (and my long legs) allowed me to lock my ankles together behind him, securing my hold. Well, you're screwed. I'm comfortable now. You're gonna have to peel me off of you.
Everyone else in the room slowly returned to their own pleasures. I'm sure Angel was relieved to have Slash's attention again. She never moved from her spot on the floor. Mouth hung open and waiting for him once he realized I was off limits. Saved two nights in a row. I should give this man a medal. Or maybe another kind of prize. If anyone deserved it, it'd be him. He's been nothing but patient and helpful with me. Even if all he wanted was my body… There are worse men out there.
"Have fun you guys." Chris said. Her back was partially turned, reaching for her cup on the bar. Not even a second glance, as Michael carried me out of the back room and through the exit. Not gonna lie. As comfy as he is, all this swaying was making me sick.
"Staaahpp!" I hiccuped, swallowing back a bit of the saliva pooling in my mouth. "You're swaying tooo much!"
"I'm walking in a straight line, Rose. You're just drunk." His voice was flat. He didn't pause until we reached the indoor parking lot. "You're coming back with me to the hotel. Okay?"
”Mhm. Mmmhm." It wasn't a question. Even if it was a real option, I wasn't ready to let go of him. His warmth pressed up against me and- ohh it's so safe. Maybe if I made him into a blanket, I could- what the fuck? Okay, I'm tripping. Time to bury that thought.
Besides, how else would I be able to reward him?
Chapter 4: How To Make Me Cry
Chapter Text
The back of this van was about to be my bed for the night, if we didn't get to this hotel soon. I was already a little peeved that I had to unwrap myself from around him to get in here. My back sank into the seat, aching slightly from the awkward way I was twisted up. Since I gave him such a hard time getting me into the car, I guess I deserved the way I was tossed in. The driver had to come help, along with blocking the way in case any nosy wanderers were looking to snap pictures.
"Miiiichael~" I called out to him, even though he was sitting right next to me. My fingers walked across the seat, slowly creeping into his lap.
His hand came down on top of mine, halting and pushing it away. "You're drunk, Rose." He repeated. He said it every time I came on to him. Even though his own movements were subtly uneven.
"So are you."
"Not nearly as drunk as you are." He shifted in his seat, folding one leg over the other. "I don't think it's just-" His words stopped short, and he shook his head. "Nothing."
"Why is everybody being so secret-y tonight?! Nobody's gonna tell me what I drank. Well, fuck it!" A hearty laugh rumbled in my chest. Or was that just heartburn? I don't even care anymore. Whatever the hell they gave me, I should get more. The nerves in my body felt like they were buzzing, giving me a vivid mental image of being covered in live bees like Candyman. I didn't even want to swat them away. That's how I knew I was out of my mind.
We arrived at the hotel and Michael motioned for the driver to help him. My eyelids felt like they were being weighed down with bricks, and it seemed like every time I blinked I was somewhere else. From the secluded parking lot entrance to the hotel, to the elevator (where I almost threw up), and finally the door to what I assumed was Michael's room. He gave the driver a generous tip for all the help, and maybe a little extra to cover the drink he's gonna need when he gets home.
I leaned myself up against Michael as we entered the room, partially to get closer to him, but mostly because my legs were slowly shutting down on me. With his hands around my waist, he led me over to a beige loveseat against the wall and plopped me down on it. For an expensive hotel, this seat sure felt like it was made out of cheap material. It stuck to me like chewed bubblegum, making me groan and try to force my arms away from their resting place at my sides.
"Hey. Rose, I need you to try to focus." My eyes weren't fully open, but I heard the jingling from Michael's pants as he knelt down in front of me. He's on his knees. Practically between my legs. What should I do? Wrap my legs around his waist? Lean forward and crash my lips against his? With the way my body was reacting right now, anything seemed possible. Even getting up the courage to shoot my shot. He spoke up, finishing his questions. "What did they give you? Can you remember anything?"
It only came in short flashes. Blurred or distorted images with muffled voices in the background. Jennifer's hand tilting my chin up, and pouring that sweet sweet pink drink down my throat. Her lips on my neck… Was it her? Because the more I tried to focus on the memory, the more I saw her face morph into Michael's image. Suckling and kissing on my neck.
"You know exactly what happened, hehe." I peeked up at him with a half-lidded gaze. Caution? Thrown out the fucking window. Slowly, I slid my hand down into my lap and slipped it between my thighs. Just as I expected, my inner thighs were slick with my arousal. Just touching that close to the golden zone made my clit throb. "Look at what you did to me, Michael."
His eyes followed my hand's movement, practically glazing over when I let my legs spread apart further, inching my skirt up just high enough to barely see my black panties. Diamond tried to insist that I wear a thong, but I opted for a pair of soft black boyshorts with a red lace trim. They were sheer, and if you looked hard enough, you could see a generous preview of what was underneath.
Just when I thought he was about to let loose, he stood up and walked toward the far end of the room. There were a few unopened bottles of water on his nightstand. He grabbed one, twisting off the cap, and walked back over to me. He didn't get between my legs this time.
"Here. You need to drink this." He said with a sigh. The tone of his voice was even, but I could pick out the strain beneath it.
With a smirk I took the water bottle, tipping it up toward my lips but purposely letting the water miss its mark. The water ran down my cheek and neck, finally pooling between my breasts and soaking the top of my shirt. "Ooops~" My eyelids fanned seductively. Or I hoped they did. The way Michael clenched his jaw only made me want to keep going. You're breaking him. Yes. It feels good to do the breaking for once, instead of being at the mercy of everyone else.
Michael snatched the bottle from my hand, denting the thin plastic and forcing another gush of water from it. "Stop playing around!" He paused, pinching the bridge of his nose with his free hand. "Forget the water. Just… sleep it off. Come on. You can have the bed. I'll take the couch."
"Orrrr you can share the bed with me."
Michael's voice lowered, almost like he was talking more to himself than to me. "You don't want me to do that, Rose."
I pressed my palms into the cushion beneath me, pushing myself up onto my unsteady feet. Michael rose along with me, spreading his arm out to catch me if I toppled over. "I'm tired of people telling me what I want. I know what I want." One awkward step after the other, I made my way closer to Michael. He backed away from me until the foot of the bed was right up against his backside. Stopping him from putting any more space between us. "I want you."
"What about when you're sober again?" He said it more like a statement than a question.
"Let future sober Rose worry about that."
I leaned my face in toward his, and he didn't stop me. He didn't step away. He was frozen to the spot, staring at my lips. Up until I got so close that our noses softly grazed against each other. I could feel the soft huff of breath from his mouth. Lips slightly parted, like he wanted to say something. Then in a snap, he made the first move. Capturing my lips in a frenzy, only to pull back just as quickly.
"Fuck.." He mumbled to himself, then gripped onto my shoulders and spun us around. My ass was now the one up against the smooth wooden bed frame at the foot. "I can't. Believe me, I want to. But I can't."
"It's okay." I kept my voice as low as his. "I know what you're worried about, and you don't have to be. I want this."
"Say it again."
"I want this, Michael."
His large hands returned to my waist, lifting me up onto bed. He sat me down, pulling me to the edge as he positioned himself between my legs again. The only thing that upset me was the large ass belt around his waist. Yeah, it looked great on him, no doubt about that. Not exactly the greatest material to have grinding up against my crotch. Especially with all it's various stones and sharp decorations. "You gotta lose the belt." I whispered.
He shrugged and wasted no time, fiddling around with it for a moment before unwrapping it from around him and tossing it across the room. While he was at it, he kept undoing his pants altogether. The clingy material seemed to frustrate him as he shimmied out of them, standing in a pair of black briefs once the pants were off. It was impossible to ignore the bulge. Holy shit, this is happening. This is really happening!
My clothes felt so heavy on my skin. I was aware of every fiber, every stitch, and God I just wanted it all off of me. I want to feel him against me, skin to scorching hot skin. I raised my arms straight up into the air, and Michael began to peel my shirt up and over my head. We were in sync. When I lifted, he lifted. When he moved, I moved. In no time, my skirt was off too and now we were both left in our underwear.
Michael glided his fingers across the straps of my matching bra, handling me so carefully that I felt priceless. Special. Fragile. He peeled them down my shoulders, placing a kiss on every bit of skin he exposed. He looked into my eyes once again, searching for any sign that I've changed my mind. "Rose-"
"Michael." I interrupted him, placing a finger against his lips. "Shut up and fuck me."
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The harsh rays of sunlight made me squeeze my eyes shut, even though they never fully opened in the first place. What the fuck, is the window wide open or something? Never, in the history of our travels, have I ever slept with the curtains/blinds open. I raised my hand up to shield my eyes so I could actually open my eyes.
This… isn't my room. No lavender sheets, no cream-colored carpet. Instead, my lower half was cocooned in a thick black and red comforter. Heh, it kinda matches my- wait, where the hell are my panties?? Or my bra?! I was bare, butt-ass naked in somebody else's room!
I kicked my way out of the layers of sheets and pillows. There wasn't anyone else in sight. Not even the girls. Not the slightest sound coming from the bathroom either. The only sound came from outside the window. Wherever I was, I had a beautiful view of the city below. The blinds were tilted just enough to allow stripes of golden sunlight to beam through, shining across the bed and onto the hardwood floor. It's so high up, I'm sure nobody below could see me. Still, I wrapped my arms around myself, looking for my clothes.
On the nightstand, there was a large silver plate with a matching plate cover, and a folded piece of notebook paper leaned against it. I gripped the folded corner of the paper, lifting and unfolding it in one motion.
'Rose,
Sorry I won't be here when you wake up. I wish I could stay, but we have early rehearsal today. Still, I didn't wanna leave without saying something. So I'm leaving you this.
I really enjoyed last night. No matter how much I hate what they did to you… You need to ditch those friends. They're gonna get you into some shit you (or I) can't get you out of. My driver has been instructed to take you WHEREVER you want to go. Even if it's back home to your family. No questions asked. Whatever you chose to do, I won't forget last night.
Michael ~ '
So this is Michael's room… I almost chuckled at how rushed his handwriting was. Some parts of the paper looked like he almost stabbed through it with his pen. Not gonna lie, part of me is relieved it's Michael's and not Jennifer's, or Slash's. Or hell, some random stranger. I searched my mind for even a few dots to draw lines between, but all I got was fog and a hammering pain. Great. I've got my first hangover. Everyone's favorite milestone.
Shuffling into the bathroom, I almost wept tears of joy. Not only were my clothes neatly folded on top of the counter, but they smelled like fabric softener. Did he have my outfit washed? Oh God, I hope I didn't throw up or piss my pants. I doubt he would've had such a 'great time' if that was the case.
The mirror along the bathroom wall took up practically half of the wall space. I stood there, horrified by the sight of my body. There were dark red and semi-purple hickies all over my neck, and even scattered around my breasts. I gently pressed my palm against them, testing how sore they were. The slightest touch made me wince, but I kept testing. Soreness all the way down to my waist, and even… Down there. I pressed my palm between my legs and the skin was sensitive and throbbing.
No…
Hazy images of last night flashed in and out of my mind. Drinking with the girls, a cup held against my lips, being tossed into the back of a car, and Michael...looking up at me from between my legs.
No no no…
He wouldn't. He wasn't perfect by any means, but he was the safe one. I stomped over to the fancy shower stall, throwing open the glass door and stepping inside. The pipes creaked for a second, then multiple small showerheads hosed me down with scalding hot water. I didn't bother to adjust the temperature. Soap, where's the soap! The aches in my muscles sprung to life, screaming under the heat. After unwrapping a fresh bar of soap, I rubbed it against my body. Frantically scrubbing until foam and bubbles formed. Something that usually made me smile. It would remind me of the bubble baths I took as a kid. When the tub was a safe space.
When I reached down to scrub where I was most sensitive, I had to pause. Breathe.. Stop myself from raking across the skin and making the pain worse. Maybe it's not what I think. Maybe I fell on something. I was pretty fucked up. There's no way…
All I could see was Michael's face. Hovering over me with my legs over his shoulders. Beads of sweat glistened across his body and even dropped onto my forehead as he trusted his hips forward. Sinking deep into me.
My back pressed up against the wall of shower, sliding down until I crumpled into a folded heap on the floor. The water continued to beat fire against me, blending with the hot tears that streamed down my face. My body shook with violent sobs, and all I could do was hold myself.
It had happened. My virginity was gone…
Chapter 5: Go Home
Chapter Text
"We're here, Miss."
The car halted a bit faster than I was expecting, sloshing my twisted nerves around in my stomach. Nerves, or the urge to vomit. One of the two. Even after taking the painkillers Michael left behind for me, my head throbbed from a place so deep in my skull I thought my brain would explode. My fingers curled around the latch to open the car door, thanking the driver as I stepped out into the harsh sunlight. Damn. I should've borrowed a pair of his sunglasses.
Are hotels always this quiet? Nobody was around in the lobby aside from the lady behind the front desk, and someone else in uniform pushing a cart with cleaning supplies. Both were probably completely unaware of my presence. Still, I couldn't help but feel like all eyes were on me and my walk of shame. Like they could see the slight limp in my walk and whisper amongst themselves. "Somebody must've had a good time last night." Maybe if I could remember it I'd agree. If the soreness between my legs is any indication, at least I know he's packing.
I took the elevator up to the room I shared with the girls, fiddling with the key card in my hand. Just as I went to swipe it into the lock the handle twisted, and the door cracked open. It was Chris with her briefcase in hand, dressed down in some black jeans and a sleeveless Metallica shirt. A delivery this early? She didn't usually start handling 'business' until after noon. Not a lot of early birds in her line of work.
"Oh shit! You came back just in time." Her face lit up when she saw me, swinging her arms around my body before the door could even close behind her. "Get in and start packin'. We're leaving in about an hour."
"I'm sorry, what?"
Chris slid her key card into the door, opening it for me. "Michael didn't tell you? The band is moving on to the next state, and Slash hired me as his uh... personal supplier." A big prideful grin turned up the corners of her full lips. "Besides, he can't leave his favorite girls behind. Right?" With that, she patted me on the ass so I stumbled forward into the room. The door shut before I could ask her any further questions. Nobody said anything.. What would've happened if I didn't make it back in time? From the letter Michael left me I'm sure he was counting on it. Either me going home, or them leaving me behind and forcing me to go home. No way they would've just gone without me… I had to mean more to them than that after all these years.
Diamond and Angel were buzzing around the sitting area and 'kitchen', plucking up small things and tucking them away in a black duffel bag. Angel was the first to notice me when I walked into her view. Her long blonde hair was tied back out her face, probably so she wouldn't get it caught in a zipper or something. You'd be surprised how often it happens. She tucked a few of the hotel towels into the bag and pushed her weight down on it, flattening it so she could actually zip it.
"Do we really need those?" I chuckled. "We're going to another hotel. Probably even a better one."
Angel shrugged, swinging the overstuffed bag onto her shoulder. "You never know." She disappeared into her room, reminding me that I haven't even started my own packing. The room was just how I left it. Bed unmade, clothes half-hanging out of my open suitcase and a few socks scattered across the floor. I guess it's a good thing Michael didn't bring me back here. He'd think I was a total slob. Not even bothering to fold, I crammed handfuls of my clothes into the suitcase and shut it. The only thing I bothered to take from the hotel was a complimentary pack of matches that was on the nightstand.
Once we were all packed and rushed out into a private car, the haze finally felt cleared from my mind. This was happening. What happened last night was real, and who knows what'll happen now. I'll have to see him again… Diamond wouldn't shut up about whatever details Jennifer told her, speaking of the hotel we'll be staying at. I half-listened, catching only pieces of her description. Balcony this, luxury that, something about a wet bar, and she had to mention the hot tub. Lord, they'll probably need to clean that thing twice a night with all the freaky activities she was picturing getting into (in the hot tub alone, mind you). As if Michael and them won't have their own BIGGER suite for her to go pop her pussy in.
An hour car ride, a six hour flight, and another ride to the hotel. I thought I'd never use my legs again. Sitting for hours and hours with nothing to do except sleep or pretend that I'm interested in whatever conversation the girls struck up along the way. Usually I'm right in the middle of it with them, but my mind just won't let me today. All they wanted to talk about was making plans with the band, and it all just reminded me of last night. Every time I closed my eyes to nap and pass the time he was there, caressing me or kissing my neck. I barely had enough makeup to cover all the hickies left behind by him (or/and Jennifer), and although showing up with hickies would've given me loads of credit with the girls, I wasn't ready to talk about it. I don't know if I ever will be.
"Yea…Yeah, we just got here. They're about to show us to our suite now." Chris cradled her cellphone against her cheek, standing outside the hotel with the rest of us as the driver got our bags out of the trunk. The place was massive! The short stairway that led to the entrance doors was bathed in gold lightning, from the awning above and all up the sides of the building. The fact that it was nighttime made it shine brighter. "Let's go." Chris said, ending her call. "They'll meet us at the concert tomorrow night."
"Tomorrow?!" Diamond pouted, rolling her eyes and really showing her age. "But-"
"Can it, please. I'm tired enough as it is." A loud yawn came from Angel mid-sentence, making her stretch her body upward from her toes up to her fists in the air. She still kept her shades on, even though it was dark outside.
Diamond just huffed, having nothing to combat her with, and followed Chris's lead into the opulent hotel. We were led to our suite, which was the second largest one they had (the largest of course was taken by the band, and on the very top floor.). Diamond was thrilled to know we were directly below them. Easy access, I guess. Three bedrooms, a sitting area with a large tv, a dining area, and a kitchenette. There were large windows lining the far left wall, where a glass door opened up to a spacious balcony. The hot tub and small bar was set up out there.
The girls gasped and squealed, even Chris broke her usual composure. Her jaw dropped, holding her hand on her forehead. "Yooo, this shit is DOPE!!" She swung an arm over my shoulder and sighed. "Alright, room assignments. I'm taking the master bedroom." Nobody argued with that, since it was her connections and her briefcase keeping us here. "Rose is gonna get the room to the right, and you two and split the bigger room on the left."
"Hold up." Diamond intervenes. "Why does Rose get a room to herself? I'm the one who fucked the security guard to get us into the first concert."
Chris, as usual, was unphased by Diamond's attitude. Truly she was the only one whose skin Diamond couldn't get under. "Reward. Did you forget last night?" That took all the steam out of Diamond's expression, but it only made me wonder. How much do they know about what happened to me? Just as I thought it up, Chris waved the other girls off and offered to 'show me to my room'. Not the most subtle way of saying we needed to talk. Still, I let her pick up my bags and follow me to the room she said I'd be staying in.
Before I got a chance to really take in the sight, Chris cleared her throat, pulling my attention to her. "Look…uh…about last night. It was my bad. Y'know, we all saw how wound up you've been the past few days, so I figured you needed a little something to loosen you up."
That drink! One of the last things I remembered before the night got blurry, was her giving me that damn pink drink that nobody else had. I thought she was being merciful…what a fucking idiot. "So you… roofied me?"
"Well, it wasn't a roofie." She half chuckled, scratching between the locs on the back of her head. "It wasn't supposed to get you that loose, but I guess the absinthe didn't help."
"ABSINTHE?!"
"Heeyy heyyy…" She cooed, slowly coming closer to pull me into an embrace. As much as I hated it, she'd been the only one showing me affection since- well, everything that happened. "It won't happen again. I promise." She lifted her hand, making a criss cross motion over her chest. The same old symbol we've used since high school to signify a serious promise. "But I mean, it wasn't all bad, right? You got to spend the night with Michael Jackson ! Sober you would've never done that." She patted me on the back and stood up, leaving with light shoulders now that she 'made things right'. That's the point, Chris… Sober me would've kept my virginity.
I had most of my things unpacked when my phone began to vibrate on the nightstand. Oh Great, what else can go wrong. It was a text message from an unknown number.
Unknown Number: Hey, it's Michael. You probably don't remember but you put your number in my phone last night 😅. Now that I have some time to myself, I wanted to check on you. Hope you're doing ok ♡
Michael… He actually reached out to me. He didn't just hit it and quit it, like I was worried he would. I quickly saved his number and typed out a reply, trying to shift through my own feelings.
Rose: I'm good. 😊 Glad I at least did something right while I was sauced lol.
Michael: Are you still with your friends?
Aw shit.. Yeah, that's gonna be a tough one. What did he expect? That I would just uproot everything because he didn't approve of my friends? He doesn't even know them like that. He didn't know me like that. I mean, he knows me in the biblical way, but that doesn't give him rights to start making decisions about my life.
Rose: Yes, I am. We're all at the new hotel now. Our suite is actually on the floor below yours.
Michael: Oh… I'm not gonna pretend that I'm not disappointed. But at least I get to see you again. 😁 Gotta get back to finishing up this rehearsal. Talk to you soon.
Yes, he will. He might be pissed or whatever, but he'll see me again. That- I want that, right? The warmth in my chest and my cheeks tells one story. So I let myself smile at my phone for just a moment, before I connected it to the charger and set it down. I'm not out of the race just yet. You'll see. I can handle myself.
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"Strangers! Strangers! Strangers!"
The crowd was double the size of the first concert. So was the arena. It was fascinating to watch their rise in the music scene. Less seedy bars, less low-security discount spots. Shoot, this place actually had chairs. Still seemed a bit pointless, when nobody could sit still during their concerts. I was a prime example of that now.
"Look Rose, your boyfriend's here." Destiny sneered, still a bit salty about me getting a room to myself. I didn't pay her any mind. We were sitting in the perfect spot. A closed off V.I.P section, right up front. Where you could feel the sweat and hear every shift and movement. Like the footsteps of the band as they finally made their way onstage, bringing the entire arena to their feet. It was surreal. At times like this, I still felt like a regular fan. Distant and awestruck. The recent events pushed to the back of my mind. That is, until Michael took center stage.
Literally glowing under the stage lights, like a fallen angel. His outfit was more turned-down than the previous concerts, but still sexy. Darker. All black, except for the white glove on his right hand. His hair was out - a favorite of mine. Loose ebony ringlets framing his face and cascading down onto his shoulders. It looked a little damp, with how prominent his curls were. Sure to be dripping by the end of the show. The crowd took a whole two minutes to settle down before the first song began. Upbeat and kinda funky, in the best way.
We're takin' over
We have the truth
This is the mission to see it through
Don't point your finger
Not dangerous
This is our planet
You're one of us
Do I have home training? My parents would tell you 'yes'. They'd say I was raised right, and had a good head on my shoulders. None of that was shown in the way I started shaking my ass. Throwin' it back like nobody's business. Angel even joined in, giggling and bumping hips with me to the music. I missed this. Just enjoying my girls and having fun. Nothing to sell and no one to impress.
"Shake it, baby! Yeah!!" Chris was dancing in her own way. A rhythmic little two-step, inching her way closer to my backside. No different from when we would grind and gyrate on each other at house parties back in the day. Let her tell it, and she'd say Kid n' Play copied us. Security had to be shaking their heads. These were the 'classy ladies' that the band insisted on giving special treatment to. I'm sure they've seen worse.
After the first two hype songs ended, the lights dimmed and focused more on the center of the stage. Things started to slow down, and a song started that I… didn't recognize. Maybe it was new. Whatever it was, it was smooth. Dark and sexy, like Michael's new look emphasized. He held the microphone to his lips, scanning the crowd until his gaze finally fell on me. We hadn't met eyes since the hazy memories of that night… and a flash of it returned as he stared at me. Visions of him hovering over me, looking into my eyes as he rolled his hips forward. Pushing himself inside of me so gently, but deep enough to make me squeal. His fingers entwined with mine, keeping me grounded and engaged. It brought that ache right back to my core. My body remembering all the sensations my mind couldn't.
Michael's voice aided the process, pulling me into another trance. As if the show was all for me.
She always takes it with a heart of stone
'Cause all she does is throw it back to me
I've spend a lifetime
Looking for someone
Don't try to understand me
Just simply do the
Things I say
The more he sang, the more I seemed to remember. Faded sounds of my own voice, moaning his name as I begged him to go harder. To piston his hips with enough force to push the air out of my lungs. He kissed me back to life each time I gasped. Checked in. Caressed me like we were longtime lovers, instead of a drunken hookup. In real time, he strutted across the stage. Closer to our section, spinning and shooting power through his outstretched hand. I just stood there, never breaking contact.
Love is a feeling
Give it when I want it
'Cause I'm on fire
Quench my desire
Give it when I want it
Talk to me woman
Give in to me
Give in to me
As always, Slash ripped into a solo that brought the mood up tenfold. Even the solo was sensual and painful, slower than his usual shredding. You could feel the emotion in this one. Emotions that were slowly but surely starting to rile me up. I tugged my bottom lip between my teeth, shifting my thighs together just to ease some of the ache. The flame Michael was feeding, just singing and watching me. He had to know. I'm sure anyone that paid enough attention could tell I was ready to pounce on him, right here and now.
That's why as soon as the song ended, and the pause between sets was announced, I followed Chris backstage to make her 'delivery' to Slash. Looks like the guy needed something to pep him up before the next round of songs. Honestly, with all the work they were putting in up there, I couldn't blame him. Wouldn't do it myself, but I'm not a performer. Bullshit. This entire situation is a performance. Here I am, masquerading as a badass 'groupie'. At least I finally met the main requirement for the title. Fuck a rockstar. And of all the ones I could've fucked, it was Michael Jackson that took my virginity. Maybe… although it happened in such a fucked way… maybe it's alright.
"Thanks for the boost." Slash was all smiles, which was usually the only thing visible when his hair was in his face like this. Sweat drenched the unbuttoned plaid shirt he wore, along with his face and hair. Michael was probably in a similar state - wherever he was. I couldn't help but imagine him, dripping and trying to catch his breath. Unfortunately it wasn't Michael currently picking up on my arousal, it was Slash. Grinning from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat. "Your lover boy's in his changing room over there."
"Thanks." Masking my excitement, I wandered off in the direction Slash gave me. The light was on in Michael's changing room, which barely looked bigger than a walk-in closet. Just a sliver of fluorescent yellow shining through the opening of the door. Just open enough to let a bit of sound sneak out. Soft huffs that seemed to get louder as I drew close enough to touch the knob. Followed by a squelching. Makeup? Water break? The whole plan started feeling intrusive. Maybe he didn't want to be disturbed. Maybe he's just being nice, and doesn't really wanna see me again after that night…
Another sound crept out from the room, and it warmed the center of my chest. It was straight out of the 'forgotten memories' box. The desperate gasps from Michael when he was about to reach his climax.
"Yesss, just like that."
Yeah…actually. Just like that.
I pulled the knob back, widening the crevice to an opening just big enough for me to fit into. Enough to be greeted with the sight of Michael, sitting in a chair while a mass of wild platinum blonde hair bobbed in his lap. Every greedy slurp and muffled groan was just like the noises I've been hearing every time we came backstage. There was no way to pretend it was something it wasn't. Not when Michael has his head thrown back, eyes closed, gasping that same expression of pleasure and lust. From the sounds of it, if I lingered any longer, I'd probably witness him spilling his load down her throat.
Instead, something worse happened. The slight creak from the door didn't alert Michael to my presence, but it did alert Jennifer. With a moist pop she makes a show of pulling Michael's dick out of her mouth. Even giving it a little peck before looking over her shoulder at me. The grin on her face made me want to fade away into dust. “Hey, sweet cheeks. Wanna join?” She asked, flirtatiously. As if I'd walked onto the set of an average porno. How often do they do this shit?
Michael finally got a clue and opened his eyes. Probably the widest I've ever seen them. His mouth gaped, eyes scanning, hands moving around looking for something to grasp. Something to cover himself. Maybe even to move Jennifer. Or is that pathetic and wishful thinking? The moment I saw the beginning of my name form on his lips I turned my gaze to the floor.
“I'm sorry.” Was the best I could mumble before closing the dressing room door. No explanation could've erased the sting of what I just saw. Not that he owed me one anyway. It was just a drunken one night stand. He could do what or whoever the hell he wants.
Did you really think he was different?
In a minute I was back in the VIP section, sitting next to Angel with my game face on. I refuse. I won’t be caught with my feelings all twisted up, ready for him to drink in from wet and watery eyes. In just a few short minutes the band was back onstage, and the girls were back to their previous excitement. Dancing and singing, drinking and laughing. Everything they’ve ever wanted since the start of this ‘trip’. We’ve done it. We’re in. It didn’t even take that long. All I had to lose along the way was my virtue… and my damn self-respect. It stirred warmly in the pit of my belly, turning my butterflies to ash. I couldn’t even hear the music. Fading and muffling behind the screams of my own thoughts. Jennifer, too fresh in my mind, giving me that fucking look.
A harsh slap to the back of the head brings me back to reality. Angel, with her outstretched hand paused in the air, stared at me with wide eyes. “Shit, I’m sorry! I got all caught up in the song. Are you good?” Her usual laid-back tone of voice was slightly elevated.
“Yeah.. Yeah, I'm good. Just watch the hands.” I forced a chuckle and a sheepish grin, hoping the dark setting would help hide the twitching corner of my mouth. Or the constant blinking. The same hand that struck me came to cradle the side of my face. The warmth of her palms, and her concerned gaze, brought me at least a little comfort. She must be sober tonight. Her brown eyes weren’t bloodshot, or squinted with heavy lids. They looked the way they used to back in school. Like the times she would save my ass - along with the other girls. My girls.
I can't believe I almost let him change the way I looked at them.
For the rest of the show I tried to keep my cool. I danced with my best friends. I laughed. I shoved the image of Michael and Jennifer into the furthest, darkest corner of my mind. We didn't do all this traveling to be stressed. Look at where you are! Just put these thoughts away and enjoy the moment.
Never deep enough, apparently. As the last song came to a close, and I dared to take a glance at the stage, my heart felt like it was twisting. I couldn't bring myself to look where Michael would be standing, but I got a good look at Slash. Through all his curls I could see his eyes already on me. Staring me down with a satisfied smirk.
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