CHAPTER FIVE
On the way to the dressing room Jewel can finally hear the music from the band clearly. The songs are hard and fast, just the way she likes them. Shecan’t help but to notice how sexy Ash’s voice really is, especially for a rock singer. It lures her in and she enjoys it immensely. It makes her want to break free from the hallway to go stand out front and center to just to listen to him.
For a moment, she sees herself as just another fangirl, screaming his name, dreaming of a day that she’ll actually get to meet him. But as she’s walking down the hallway to the dressing room a smile spreads across her face. She is meeting him, and the whole band. She is living the life that they only experience in their dreams.
Take that, skinny bitches!
The green room has four couches, one among each of the walls. It’s filled with the band’s gear; an extra guitar, some drum sticks, a few t-shirts, some black chokers and wristbands with spikes. The room is covered with stickers of various band names and tour locations. There is a rug in the center of the floor with a large coffee table on it. There are coasters and empty beer cans.
At the sight of the beer cans Jewel’s face lights up. She walks over to the refrigerator that’s tucked in the corner. She closes her eyes, afraid to see empty racks. S
Slowly she opens it, and peeks inside. With the joy of a kid finding candy, she snatches up her beer. “Thank you.”
She huffs as she plops herself down on the nearest couch. She closes her eyes and listens to the wonderful sound of the can popping open.
Alyssa only laughs, “You found your beer, girly.” She, too, walks over and grabs one before sitting next to Jewel.
“To all those skinny bitches out there.” Alyssa laughs as she takes a swig.
“They’re all out there, cheering and showing their cleavage, pulling out their boobs just hoping that they will get back here. But here we are, you and me. The bigger women. The beautiful women.” Alyssa holds her beer up and they clink their cans together in cheers.
“Yeah. There’s just something about us, you know.” Jewel replies as she chugs down part of her beer. “It’s so good. I can’t believe it took this long to get another one. Who orders a girl a Manhattan when she asks for beer?!”
“Calm down. You’ve got your beer now, and we’re sitting back here for the band, so nothing could be better. You wanted to get laid tonight, right? Well, here you go! A chance to get back to your old rocker style.”
“Who said I wanted to get laid?”
Jewel glares at her. “You know I’m getting away from musicians.”
“You didn’t say anything about not sleeping with them.” Alyssa smiles and takes another sip.
Jewel bites her tongue. There isn’t much she can say in response. It’s true, she loves a musician in bed, but she hopes that afterwards she will be able to dismiss the desire for them to stick around. For some reason, one night stands with musicians never work out for her. They always want her to stay, and she undoubtedly loves it too much to want to go anywhere else. A relationship usually ensues.
Jewel takes a breath and reminds herself she can’t let it get that complicated this time.
From the couch she can still hear the sound of the music and Ash’s voice. It is a sound she is falling in love with. It carries through the music in a way that just captivates her. As the song comes to an end, Jewel peeks out from the room. She can see the band talking while the crowd is going wild. All the girls are cheering and screaming. Those in the front row reach their hands up to be touched by Ash, and Jewel only smirks.
Alyssa is peeking around too, they exchange smiles at each other as they rearrange their seat so they can watch the stage. As Ash goes through and touches the fanatic girls’ hands, they all appear to melt and scream louder.
“I bet I can get Ash to touch more than my hand,” Jewel brags as she sips her beer.
“I don’t doubt it!” Alyssa smirks.
Finally, the band comes through. Everyone is wiping sweat from their brow, cheering each other on, giving fist bumps and body bumps and chugging down the last of their waters from the stage. Tons of girls all dressed in skimpy outfits come piling into the room. They are all excited to be touching members of the band. Some are whispering in their ears and others are trying to seduce them with body language. The band becomes much more boisterous in the presence of the women. Guitars are strummed, and breasts are signed. The previously dead room becomes alive with excitement.
The band and their roadies are having a lively time passing around beers and chatting up the women. Some have already moved past mere talking as they take over space on some of the couches. Alyssa has already gotten herself the devoted attention of a member of Seven Ravens and seems to be having a great time. Sitting right next to them, Jewel can’t help but feel a little jealous.
Jewel looks around and spots Ash. He is standing across the room, focused on letting loose. He’s cracked a beer. A particularly beautiful fan with long black hair kicks off her shoes, stands on a chair behind Ash, and starts giving him a backrub. Watching him, Jewel gets the impression that he’s mostly ignoring all the commotion. She glances around to see if there’s anyone else she might be able to talk to, but her attention is constantly pulled back to Ash.
Judging by the pained look on his face she can tell that he is not enjoying his massage. He motions for the tall thin woman to stop, and she walks away, looking dejected.
Just then, he momentarily locks eyes with Jewel. She raises her beer to give him a silent cheers, but he doesn’t react.
“Hey, Alyssa, save my seat. I’m going to grab us some more beer,” Jewel says.
She stands up and heads toward the fridge. Once back on the sofa, she hands one off to Alyssa and gets comfortable. Since noticing Jewel Ash hasn’t looked at another woman, despite their desperate efforts to try to gain his attention. Some are rubbing their bodies against him and giggling. Others are caressing his face. He steps forward as if to show them his disinterest. They soon give up when they realize he isn’t changing his mind. There are only a few other bigger women in the room. Jewel notices that most of the band members seem to be giving them extra attention.
Jewel’s eyes are locked with Ash’s again as she notices the other disappointed women begin to leave. She tries to suppress her smirk. A couple of horny fans look Jewel’s way, trying to figure out what has drawn Ash’s attention. They roll their eyes in jealousy and start whispering to each other when they notice Jewel and Alyssa.
Yeah, you skeletons, time to look elsewhere. Us bigger women get the attention because we give the guys more of what they want.
As Jewel finishes her second can, she starts to feel a little aggressive toward all the irritating groupies. Ash’s eyes are dark brown, but feel like red-hot lasers as he keeps his gaze fixed on Jewel. His matching dark hair is a little messy after the show. She notices the famous wolf tattoo on his neck in addition to the one on his upper chest. Jewel can feel a familiar warmness rising up in her. If she doesn’t sleep with Ash tonight, she is going to regret it forever.