“TEN MINUTES. BEN, NO more beer. You need to be somewhat coherent on stage tonight. We have over a thousand people here,” Nick scolds me as I down the rest of the beer, my eyes on him over the brim while I flip him the bird.
“Three minutes, you boys ready?” Dropping the glass bottle in the trash I nod. Throwing on my red blazer, my chest bare, my leather pants and black shoes the only other things on my body. Halfway through my set, I do all kinds of wild shit and the medication for my anxiety makes my body temperature warmer than normal. Combine all of that, and I’m a sweaty mess. My lean frame, abs, and V are on display the whole show and sluts like it—and I like sluts—so it’s a win, win.
“Portland, you fucking bastards, how’s it going tonight!” The alcohol buzz is making me bold, the slight high I’m still on is helping to keep me relaxed. I have the best of both worlds. The crowd roars to life and the house lights come on above me. My eyes wander to the seats up on the balcony filled with both men and women, smoke and booze heavy in the air. Slowly my eyes travel down until they land on the front row. Going right to left, I scan the faces closest to me, seeing if I like anything I see, but also feeding my ego. Coming to the end, I look up but quickly glance back down. My eyes land on the world’s most stunning creature I’ve ever seen and I feel a kick to my fucking chest.
Blonde hair curled all around her perfect pale face. Her eyes so fucking blue I see them all the way up here even with light shining in my eyes. The pouty lips on this goddess are painted a glossy red and they invite me to taste them. But the body. God, the body. Perfect double D’s that I know are real. I know real tits from desperate ones and she has all natural globes that I want to suck, bite, and fuck all night long.
“Shit,” I say into the microphone, suddenly forgetful of where I am and what I had planned to say next. Her eyes lock on mine, never leaving, even when her friend pulls on her arm and screams excitedly, pointing out the obvious—that I’m fucking stoned off the sight of this woman.
I cough and find my words again. “You guys ready for some good shit tonight?” The crowd hollers, but I don’t break eye contact with the beauty with pale skin and a cross around her neck laying between the V of her heavy breasts and her low-cut black tank top. The lace playing peekaboo, makes me want to see what else is hiding underneath.
Her eyes drop and it’s cute the way she’s acting like she didn’t come here dressed like that to get my attention. The innocent act never works. Women like her are looking for a bad boy like me.
I start singing the first song, the words being echoed through the crowd singing along, my eyes never leaving hers for more than a few seconds. I stay focused, sobering up all while falling drunk on those fuck me eyes. I’m going to be inside her tonight—the most exotic woman I’ve ever laid my greedy fucking eyes on.
Three songs in and I already have lyrics in my head for the woman with a face but no name. I dance with each track, teasing her more and more with each one. I lose my jacket and proudly show her the body she will be writhing under tonight, begging for me to stop all while wanting more. Yes, I’m that fucking sure of myself and I’m more sure than anything that I want this woman.
“Alright, let’s slow it down for a second.” I take a swig of my water.
“Yeah, let’s give Ben another second to talk about himself.” Eric says into the mic causing the crowd to laugh. Looking to the blonde angel-like siren in the crowd, I see her smile at Eric then me. I shoot her a wink and she drops her head again. Oh, fuck. I can’t wait to bite that chin and keep her head up while I make her watch me make her come.
“I think they like it,” I banter back.
“I bet they do fucker. I mean look at this guy, isn’t he such a fucking looker. I don’t blame you guys.” Girls holler my name, throwing out ‘I love you, Ben’—stroking that ego just a little more.
“Thank you, thank you.” I bow, my abs tightening as I do. Moving side stage, I stand in front of my mystery girl. Her friend screams and she just shakes her head, almost unfazed by our closeness, until I see it, the sight of her throat bobbing as she swallows deeply. Her eyes rake down my body, stopping for a little longer on my leather covered cock.
“You like that?” I tease, grabbing it. The crowd screams and she blushes, her eyes closing as she looks down for the hundredth time tonight, but this time she does something that intrigues me. She grabs that cross around her neck, closes her eyes and whispers something to herself.
When her eyes reopen, she’s stoned faced, her wide eyes hazy with water, she looks—guilty. What the fuck is that?
“Ben, sing Falling from Grace!” a loud voice screams from the surrounding crowd and I finally break my trance, knowing now without a doubt that this girl needs to be mine, for tonight—shit for more than that. I want to know what the hell is going on in that mind. Better yet, I need to know.
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“Nick, I want those girls, the blondes side stage. Go get them.” I wipe my face and chest down with a towel and demand Nick to find her.
“You got it. I’ll head outside.”
“Hurry before she leaves.” Turning fast, he picks up speed and I watch until he’s out of sight.
“I call dibs on her friend.” Eric slaps my back and I roll my eyes. Poor friend of hers, hopefully she likes rough housing and man handling. Eric is into some dark shit. I’ve seen the things he has in his room. I’ve heard him fuck in the bunk above me, in the back room of our bus and on the other side of the hotel wall. Smacking ass, pulling hair, demeaning and name calling are all part of his favorite game and most women can only handle one round of his crazy.
I take out a cigarette and light it up, heading down the hall to the back room where all our shit is. I take long drags, closing my eyes as I come down from the high of being on stage. I need to settle my adrenaline, turn on the charm and make this girl mine for the night.
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