look up to see Tiny watching me.
"Don't worry Sally, he has that effect on all the women." I huff, turning my back on him and walk off in the direction of my room just a few doors away. Yes, walk. That massage did wonders for my shuffling gait.
As if Alex has an effect on me, that's nonsense I tell myself. I'm not into guys like him. And that's when that stupid inner voice pipes up. "Who do you think you're kidding?" It's right. There's something about Alex that gets me all worked up and hot inside. But I won't give into it. I'm here to do a job and nothing else. My inner voice pipes up again. "Damn shame.”
Chapter Nine
Alex
I was all hot and bothered after massaging Sally this morning. I'm still frustrated. Jerking off in a cold shower didn't give me much relief. I feel like a horny teenage boy again. I like Sally, there's something honest about her. Being out on the road isn't conducive to a relationship though. The only one of us who has a woman at home is Tiny. Jonny had a girlfriend for a while, and whilst he behaved himself, she couldn't get over the jealousy, and constantly accused him of cheating. There are plenty of opportunities to go off with someone after a show; several someone’s in fact, some of these girls aren't fussy. Becoming a male whore never has appealed to me, and aside from that I have taste. Let's be honest, there are very few classy women in the audience at these events; not that I've come across anyway.
We've spent the afternoon, or what feels like most of it, on the minibus travelling to Kingston upon Hull. We've not got a show tonight so we can have a rest, then we've got two shows in two nights at two different venues. At least this time they're less than an hour apart. I hate the overnight trips where we have to try and sleep on the minibus as the next venue is so far away. Eric's pretty good at keeping the venues within travelling distance of each other, but every now and then he gets a chance at a bigger venue and we have to travel for it.
The minibus pulls up outside yet another Travelodge. Because they all look alike you forget which town you're in sometimes. That said, all looking alike is a good thing, as at least we know we've got a certain standard rather than some of the guesthouses we used to take over when we first started. Eric quickly realized he had no tolerance for nosy old landladies who tutted and disapproved of our career choices. Now we stick to nice, safe, anonymous hotels.
The guys are milling around in the lobby working out what they want to do this evening. From the sound of it they're going bar hopping. Great. Not my scene at all. Luckily Tiny comes to the rescue.
"If you don't fancy going on a bar crawl with this bunch of reprobates why not come to the cinema with me and Alex tonight, Sally? The Odeon is in walking distance of here." Sally looks uncertain.
"What were you thinking of watching Tiny?" I question. "I'm not sitting through another bloody chick flick with you; I can't stand watching you cry." I laugh and it's good to hear Sally join in.
"There's that 80's thing, Walking on Sunshine, or there's Transformers if you want a little action." he glances up from his phone where he's obviously checking out the cinema listing. "Most of them start between eight and half past so we can choose when we get there, and it gives us time to get some food into these losers to soak up all that alcohol they're going to wreck their bodies with later." He affectionately ruffles Jackal's hair, knowing how much it winds him up.
"You guys are more like brothers at times." She smiles. Just a few days on the road with us and I can tell we've broken down some of her misconceptions. "Okay, I'm up for it, I haven't been to watch a movie in forever, it'll make a nice change. Thanks."
We've not long finished dinner before Guido has pulled. Pulled might be a bit over enthusiastic, she practically
"Don't worry Sally, he has that effect on all the women." I huff, turning my back on him and walk off in the direction of my room just a few doors away. Yes, walk. That massage did wonders for my shuffling gait.
As if Alex has an effect on me, that's nonsense I tell myself. I'm not into guys like him. And that's when that stupid inner voice pipes up. "Who do you think you're kidding?" It's right. There's something about Alex that gets me all worked up and hot inside. But I won't give into it. I'm here to do a job and nothing else. My inner voice pipes up again. "Damn shame.”
Chapter Nine
Alex
I was all hot and bothered after massaging Sally this morning. I'm still frustrated. Jerking off in a cold shower didn't give me much relief. I feel like a horny teenage boy again. I like Sally, there's something honest about her. Being out on the road isn't conducive to a relationship though. The only one of us who has a woman at home is Tiny. Jonny had a girlfriend for a while, and whilst he behaved himself, she couldn't get over the jealousy, and constantly accused him of cheating. There are plenty of opportunities to go off with someone after a show; several someone’s in fact, some of these girls aren't fussy. Becoming a male whore never has appealed to me, and aside from that I have taste. Let's be honest, there are very few classy women in the audience at these events; not that I've come across anyway.
We've spent the afternoon, or what feels like most of it, on the minibus travelling to Kingston upon Hull. We've not got a show tonight so we can have a rest, then we've got two shows in two nights at two different venues. At least this time they're less than an hour apart. I hate the overnight trips where we have to try and sleep on the minibus as the next venue is so far away. Eric's pretty good at keeping the venues within travelling distance of each other, but every now and then he gets a chance at a bigger venue and we have to travel for it.
The minibus pulls up outside yet another Travelodge. Because they all look alike you forget which town you're in sometimes. That said, all looking alike is a good thing, as at least we know we've got a certain standard rather than some of the guesthouses we used to take over when we first started. Eric quickly realized he had no tolerance for nosy old landladies who tutted and disapproved of our career choices. Now we stick to nice, safe, anonymous hotels.
The guys are milling around in the lobby working out what they want to do this evening. From the sound of it they're going bar hopping. Great. Not my scene at all. Luckily Tiny comes to the rescue.
"If you don't fancy going on a bar crawl with this bunch of reprobates why not come to the cinema with me and Alex tonight, Sally? The Odeon is in walking distance of here." Sally looks uncertain.
"What were you thinking of watching Tiny?" I question. "I'm not sitting through another bloody chick flick with you; I can't stand watching you cry." I laugh and it's good to hear Sally join in.
"There's that 80's thing, Walking on Sunshine, or there's Transformers if you want a little action." he glances up from his phone where he's obviously checking out the cinema listing. "Most of them start between eight and half past so we can choose when we get there, and it gives us time to get some food into these losers to soak up all that alcohol they're going to wreck their bodies with later." He affectionately ruffles Jackal's hair, knowing how much it winds him up.
"You guys are more like brothers at times." She smiles. Just a few days on the road with us and I can tell we've broken down some of her misconceptions. "Okay, I'm up for it, I haven't been to watch a movie in forever, it'll make a nice change. Thanks."
We've not long finished dinner before Guido has pulled. Pulled might be a bit over enthusiastic, she practically
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