about what I saw from the stage. There is something about watching the two of them together. I find myself drawn to both of them for some unknown reason, and again, my cock is throbbing thinking about it. I don’t know whether I should be running to it, or away from it.
Needing a change of subject I ask him, “Where’d she go anyway?”
He shakes his head and shrugs, “No clue, one minute she was there, we were talking and the next she was running off.”
“What the hell did you say to her?” My voice is angry and I’m surprised by it.
“Nothing, Jesus, T, chill. I didn’t say anything to her. We were talking about honesty and my being so forthcoming with her, then she kinda locked up and ran.”
Kyle and I keep talking as we clear off the last of our stuff to make room for EC to set up. But I notice we both keep looking for her, waiting for her to come back.
Finally Rusty comes out. “Dude, where is she?” I snap at him.
“Chill, dude. She’s back on the bus, said she wanted to be alone. I left Leroy outside in case she decides to come back in.”
Kyle and I both look at each other. “Should we talk to her?” Kyle asks the same question running through my mind. Then he answers his own question. “I think that she’s a little overwhelmed, let her be.”
I nod in agreement then get pulled away by Adrian, our sound guy and a couple of the roadies with some questions. By the time things are finally straightened out, we’re less than an hour from show time and the doors are about to open.
“I’m going back to the bus,” I holler at the guys milling around the stage bullshitting with the guys from Empty Chamber. They can go to the bus or the greenroom, where they stay is up to them, I need my personal space. Despite years of doing this gig, the last hour before a show is always my worst. I’m not the puking type, but sometimes I feel like I end up rocking in the fetal position sucking my thumb. Figuratively speaking, of course. They know the drill once the doors open and by the sounds of things as I step back off the stage, I got off the floor just in time, the other guys scramble quickly off the stage and the lights go out.
When I reach the bus, alone, Rusty is stationed out front. “She still in there?”
“Yup, hasn’t come out, said anything or really moved around much from what I can tell, but Leroy said she was in there so I just let it go.”
“Shit,” we hear from the bus. Both Rusty and I turn toward the bus, and I take off, hitting just one of the three steps into the bus.
When I clear the wall separating the stairs and the kitchen, she’s sitting at the table, her laptop in front of her, untouched. “You alright?” I ask her, waving Rusty back off the bus, he’d damn near slammed into me when I stopped so fast.
She looks at me, Jesus, she’s fucking gorgeous. Who knew that the prissy girl in a pencil skirt had such beautiful ink hiding underneath her blouse? When I saw her in that damn outfit, I couldn’t move. I was floored and then I was a little pissed because I had no right to be turned on by it for one, and for two, if I had it my way, there’s no way she would have been wearing that.
“Yeah, just burnt my hand.” She waves her hand back and forth. “It’s not bad, just that initial contact burn.” She looks at me and scowls, “Why aren’t you inside with everyone else?”
I chuckle. “I came back here to check on you.”
“Oh, um, I’m fine. Security detail and all, just hungry. You want some?”
“No, I don’t eat before shows. It’s a waste. I’ll just puke it up. Then feel like shit because I ralphed.” What the ef? Where the hell did that come from?
“Ah, gotcha. I’ll remember that for next time. Feed you sooner. Got it.” She has this puzzled, ‘what did I just say’ look then she turns back to the stove.
“What are you making anyway?”
She laughs. “Um, mac n’ cheese.”
I laugh with her. “That’s my
Needing a change of subject I ask him, “Where’d she go anyway?”
He shakes his head and shrugs, “No clue, one minute she was there, we were talking and the next she was running off.”
“What the hell did you say to her?” My voice is angry and I’m surprised by it.
“Nothing, Jesus, T, chill. I didn’t say anything to her. We were talking about honesty and my being so forthcoming with her, then she kinda locked up and ran.”
Kyle and I keep talking as we clear off the last of our stuff to make room for EC to set up. But I notice we both keep looking for her, waiting for her to come back.
Finally Rusty comes out. “Dude, where is she?” I snap at him.
“Chill, dude. She’s back on the bus, said she wanted to be alone. I left Leroy outside in case she decides to come back in.”
Kyle and I both look at each other. “Should we talk to her?” Kyle asks the same question running through my mind. Then he answers his own question. “I think that she’s a little overwhelmed, let her be.”
I nod in agreement then get pulled away by Adrian, our sound guy and a couple of the roadies with some questions. By the time things are finally straightened out, we’re less than an hour from show time and the doors are about to open.
“I’m going back to the bus,” I holler at the guys milling around the stage bullshitting with the guys from Empty Chamber. They can go to the bus or the greenroom, where they stay is up to them, I need my personal space. Despite years of doing this gig, the last hour before a show is always my worst. I’m not the puking type, but sometimes I feel like I end up rocking in the fetal position sucking my thumb. Figuratively speaking, of course. They know the drill once the doors open and by the sounds of things as I step back off the stage, I got off the floor just in time, the other guys scramble quickly off the stage and the lights go out.
When I reach the bus, alone, Rusty is stationed out front. “She still in there?”
“Yup, hasn’t come out, said anything or really moved around much from what I can tell, but Leroy said she was in there so I just let it go.”
“Shit,” we hear from the bus. Both Rusty and I turn toward the bus, and I take off, hitting just one of the three steps into the bus.
When I clear the wall separating the stairs and the kitchen, she’s sitting at the table, her laptop in front of her, untouched. “You alright?” I ask her, waving Rusty back off the bus, he’d damn near slammed into me when I stopped so fast.
She looks at me, Jesus, she’s fucking gorgeous. Who knew that the prissy girl in a pencil skirt had such beautiful ink hiding underneath her blouse? When I saw her in that damn outfit, I couldn’t move. I was floored and then I was a little pissed because I had no right to be turned on by it for one, and for two, if I had it my way, there’s no way she would have been wearing that.
“Yeah, just burnt my hand.” She waves her hand back and forth. “It’s not bad, just that initial contact burn.” She looks at me and scowls, “Why aren’t you inside with everyone else?”
I chuckle. “I came back here to check on you.”
“Oh, um, I’m fine. Security detail and all, just hungry. You want some?”
“No, I don’t eat before shows. It’s a waste. I’ll just puke it up. Then feel like shit because I ralphed.” What the ef? Where the hell did that come from?
“Ah, gotcha. I’ll remember that for next time. Feed you sooner. Got it.” She has this puzzled, ‘what did I just say’ look then she turns back to the stove.
“What are you making anyway?”
She laughs. “Um, mac n’ cheese.”
I laugh with her. “That’s my
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