just never made the grade. Johnny once waited until I was dead asleep to do his thing with a girl. It was evident when Dex, a buddy of his, and I all woke up to a female voice crying out Johnny’s name until his final two thrust grunts. Dumbass .
That night , I locked myself in the bathroom and slept in the bathtub with a pillow. I remember chanting, “Anything for the music”, while the girl’s screams of ecstasy threatened to tear down the fucking walls. Fuck nugget thought he was being all stealthy. Habitually, he hooked up with his conquests either back stage or at their house first and then crashed at the hotel but I guess that night he was clearly out of his brain. I told Dex the next morning that if I had to listen to my ex bang out another chick, I was gone. It didn’t happen again. And so... we endured each other’s disgusting sweat, dirty underwear, and major gas spells city after city. Grimy hotel after grimy hotel. Some nights, I didn’t think I would make it.
I reach ed the forty second floor and passed my card over the panel to prove that I had secure access to the floor. Nick Sawyer would only pay for secured floors for his beloved Lizzie therefore we all got to enjoy the benefits of being in an exclusive group. I found my way to Room 4210 and swiped the card to enter a beautiful suite. It was plenty of room for one. It had a brand new leather couch and a monstrous king sized bed. The Jacuzzi and spa style bathroom was calling out. “Jules, come here. I want you naked now,” coaxed the bathroom in all of its marble and fluffy towel glory.
I didn’t have to listen to boys farting through the night. I didn’t have to smell the pot smoke lingering its way from underneath the bathroom door, the flimsy white towel stuffed under it be damned. I didn’t have to look at Johnny the next morning and wonder if he enjoyed his sexscapade as much as his verbal conquest did. Now that our band was bigger and, well, we finally grew a pair and made strict demands for boarding, we got decent rooms to sleep in. Decent meaning that I got a room to my own self. Hallelujah. I looked forward to drinking a bottle of wine, taking a muscle relaxer, and soaking in a bath... all by myself. Tonight, however, I didn’t even make it to the white fluffy robe before a loud banging started on my door.
“ Juliiiiaaaa,” Johnny yelled as he attempted to replicate the spirited line from Rocky when he called out to his wife. I held my breath. I didn’t want him here. Why was he here? He knew to always leave me alone after getting back to the hotel. Perhaps, I wasn’t clear that I would not spend the night in his company when I pulled out of his embrace back at the show? Or maybe I wasn’t clear when I told him to basically fuck the hell off via text message? Mother fucker .
“Jules, open up. I know you are in there. James told me you came back early.” Using his authoritative voice that I used to mock back at him during relationship squabbles reminds me of that awful time.
“ I saw you looking at that dude.”
“ You forgot to pay the electricity bill.”
T hat hard tone used to both turn me on and make me laugh. The make-up sex was always out of control impressive. We could never stay mad at each other for longer than an hour.
“When are we going to fuck again?”
I slapped him across the face and inquired how many times a day he anticipated sex.
“Six times doesn’t seem too much to ask, Pony,” he smirked and kissed me hard on the mouth. I suppose I missed having him to sleep with. We knew each other’s needs and we could bang it out in minutes. I did miss that. He was familiar. Safe, maybe. Beyond that physical security, there wasn’t anything left between us. So again, why the fuck is he outside my hotel room door?
I threw open the door instinctually and the instant smell of hard liquor met my nostrils. Wincing, I placed the back of my hand both underneath my nose and over my mouth.
“Jesus, Johnny,
That night , I locked myself in the bathroom and slept in the bathtub with a pillow. I remember chanting, “Anything for the music”, while the girl’s screams of ecstasy threatened to tear down the fucking walls. Fuck nugget thought he was being all stealthy. Habitually, he hooked up with his conquests either back stage or at their house first and then crashed at the hotel but I guess that night he was clearly out of his brain. I told Dex the next morning that if I had to listen to my ex bang out another chick, I was gone. It didn’t happen again. And so... we endured each other’s disgusting sweat, dirty underwear, and major gas spells city after city. Grimy hotel after grimy hotel. Some nights, I didn’t think I would make it.
I reach ed the forty second floor and passed my card over the panel to prove that I had secure access to the floor. Nick Sawyer would only pay for secured floors for his beloved Lizzie therefore we all got to enjoy the benefits of being in an exclusive group. I found my way to Room 4210 and swiped the card to enter a beautiful suite. It was plenty of room for one. It had a brand new leather couch and a monstrous king sized bed. The Jacuzzi and spa style bathroom was calling out. “Jules, come here. I want you naked now,” coaxed the bathroom in all of its marble and fluffy towel glory.
I didn’t have to listen to boys farting through the night. I didn’t have to smell the pot smoke lingering its way from underneath the bathroom door, the flimsy white towel stuffed under it be damned. I didn’t have to look at Johnny the next morning and wonder if he enjoyed his sexscapade as much as his verbal conquest did. Now that our band was bigger and, well, we finally grew a pair and made strict demands for boarding, we got decent rooms to sleep in. Decent meaning that I got a room to my own self. Hallelujah. I looked forward to drinking a bottle of wine, taking a muscle relaxer, and soaking in a bath... all by myself. Tonight, however, I didn’t even make it to the white fluffy robe before a loud banging started on my door.
“ Juliiiiaaaa,” Johnny yelled as he attempted to replicate the spirited line from Rocky when he called out to his wife. I held my breath. I didn’t want him here. Why was he here? He knew to always leave me alone after getting back to the hotel. Perhaps, I wasn’t clear that I would not spend the night in his company when I pulled out of his embrace back at the show? Or maybe I wasn’t clear when I told him to basically fuck the hell off via text message? Mother fucker .
“Jules, open up. I know you are in there. James told me you came back early.” Using his authoritative voice that I used to mock back at him during relationship squabbles reminds me of that awful time.
“ I saw you looking at that dude.”
“ You forgot to pay the electricity bill.”
T hat hard tone used to both turn me on and make me laugh. The make-up sex was always out of control impressive. We could never stay mad at each other for longer than an hour.
“When are we going to fuck again?”
I slapped him across the face and inquired how many times a day he anticipated sex.
“Six times doesn’t seem too much to ask, Pony,” he smirked and kissed me hard on the mouth. I suppose I missed having him to sleep with. We knew each other’s needs and we could bang it out in minutes. I did miss that. He was familiar. Safe, maybe. Beyond that physical security, there wasn’t anything left between us. So again, why the fuck is he outside my hotel room door?
I threw open the door instinctually and the instant smell of hard liquor met my nostrils. Wincing, I placed the back of my hand both underneath my nose and over my mouth.
“Jesus, Johnny,
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