that he is willing to give me this opportunity after everything I did to him. So instead of saying words, I offer him my thanks with a shaky smile.
Melanie’s loud squeal even makes Slater jump in surprise. She runs towards me and engulfs me in a tight hug that she sends us both toppling over onto the floor. By the time my eyes lift to seek Slater again, he is nowhere to be found.
“Promise me that you will keep the skanks away from my future husband,” Melanie requests, triggering me to giggle softly.
Chapter 7
Slater
“Did you see the new chick?” questions Sonny, motioning his head towards Emily and Kylie in the corner of the room. I had noticed her the moment she stepped into the wings of the stage, but I’m never going to admit that to Sonny.
Sonny is one of the leading roadies that sets up all the band’s equipment at each concert. He is a year older than me and is currently the highest ranking groupie fucker out of the entire group of roadies. And yes they keep a tally, it is proudly on display in the roadie’s tour bus. The band has their own dedicated road crew that follows us to each location. The roadies have their own bus that they travel on, but unlike the band they sleep in their bus every night.
“She is fucking hot,” Sonny informs, his eyes roaming appreciatively over Kylie.
I keep my gaze firmly planted on my drum kit. We are in the process of trying to work out the complete mess another road crew left my kit in. They dismantled my kit for another concert during the week and when they assembled it back together they got the whole angle wrong and the entire set up is out of whack. People assume I just turn up and play any drum kit, but in reality that isn’t true. The setup of a drum kit is just as important as tuning a guitar. Nick wouldn’t walk out on a stage and perform with a guitar that wasn’t tuned any more than I would play on a drum kit that is set up incorrectly.
“She looks sexy and innocent at the same time,” he continues. My eyes flick up from my drums to notice Sonny eye fucking Kylie from across the room, his hands rubbing together excitedly as he rocks from heel to toe.
“I haven’t really noticed her,” I lie. Although Kylie looks like a different person than the girl I use to date, my dick still stands to attention when she enters the room. When she walked into the elevator the other day, her smile on her face was so bright I nearly did fall to my knees in front of her. When she lent in to smell me, I wanted to pretend that she was that nice country girl I met at the bar two and a half years ago.
“How could you not notice her, she is fine!” emphasizes Mark, moving the middle tom-tom drum to the angle I am requesting. “No ring either,” he adds, his eyebrows waggling with excitement.
Half of the road crew use to follow Emily around like a bunch of dogs on heat until Noah caught on. It took him firing two and knocking one of them out for them to eventually get the hint to leave his wife alone. Now, the roadies only chase the girls without rings on their fingers. That doesn’t mean they don’t enjoy the visual stimulation of Emily and Jenni, but they have learnt to keep their dirty thoughts inside of their heads, instead of sharing them out loud. I guess they figure Kylie is a prime target since she doesn’t have a ring on her finger, not even the one I gave her on her birthday.
“Those lips wrapped around my cock…”
“Shut the fuck up,” I interrupt angrily, standing from the stool that is located behind my drum kit. Mark’s confused eyes turn to look at Sonny, causing an amused Sonny to shrug his shoulders. Both of them turn to stare at me like I’ve suddenly grown a second head.
Normally, I am more than happy to hear stories from the roadies about the groupies they have hooked up with, I have even shared a few stories myself. But if he doesn’t shut his mouth about Kylie, I will be
Melanie’s loud squeal even makes Slater jump in surprise. She runs towards me and engulfs me in a tight hug that she sends us both toppling over onto the floor. By the time my eyes lift to seek Slater again, he is nowhere to be found.
“Promise me that you will keep the skanks away from my future husband,” Melanie requests, triggering me to giggle softly.
Chapter 7
Slater
“Did you see the new chick?” questions Sonny, motioning his head towards Emily and Kylie in the corner of the room. I had noticed her the moment she stepped into the wings of the stage, but I’m never going to admit that to Sonny.
Sonny is one of the leading roadies that sets up all the band’s equipment at each concert. He is a year older than me and is currently the highest ranking groupie fucker out of the entire group of roadies. And yes they keep a tally, it is proudly on display in the roadie’s tour bus. The band has their own dedicated road crew that follows us to each location. The roadies have their own bus that they travel on, but unlike the band they sleep in their bus every night.
“She is fucking hot,” Sonny informs, his eyes roaming appreciatively over Kylie.
I keep my gaze firmly planted on my drum kit. We are in the process of trying to work out the complete mess another road crew left my kit in. They dismantled my kit for another concert during the week and when they assembled it back together they got the whole angle wrong and the entire set up is out of whack. People assume I just turn up and play any drum kit, but in reality that isn’t true. The setup of a drum kit is just as important as tuning a guitar. Nick wouldn’t walk out on a stage and perform with a guitar that wasn’t tuned any more than I would play on a drum kit that is set up incorrectly.
“She looks sexy and innocent at the same time,” he continues. My eyes flick up from my drums to notice Sonny eye fucking Kylie from across the room, his hands rubbing together excitedly as he rocks from heel to toe.
“I haven’t really noticed her,” I lie. Although Kylie looks like a different person than the girl I use to date, my dick still stands to attention when she enters the room. When she walked into the elevator the other day, her smile on her face was so bright I nearly did fall to my knees in front of her. When she lent in to smell me, I wanted to pretend that she was that nice country girl I met at the bar two and a half years ago.
“How could you not notice her, she is fine!” emphasizes Mark, moving the middle tom-tom drum to the angle I am requesting. “No ring either,” he adds, his eyebrows waggling with excitement.
Half of the road crew use to follow Emily around like a bunch of dogs on heat until Noah caught on. It took him firing two and knocking one of them out for them to eventually get the hint to leave his wife alone. Now, the roadies only chase the girls without rings on their fingers. That doesn’t mean they don’t enjoy the visual stimulation of Emily and Jenni, but they have learnt to keep their dirty thoughts inside of their heads, instead of sharing them out loud. I guess they figure Kylie is a prime target since she doesn’t have a ring on her finger, not even the one I gave her on her birthday.
“Those lips wrapped around my cock…”
“Shut the fuck up,” I interrupt angrily, standing from the stool that is located behind my drum kit. Mark’s confused eyes turn to look at Sonny, causing an amused Sonny to shrug his shoulders. Both of them turn to stare at me like I’ve suddenly grown a second head.
Normally, I am more than happy to hear stories from the roadies about the groupies they have hooked up with, I have even shared a few stories myself. But if he doesn’t shut his mouth about Kylie, I will be
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