Chapter Nine
Tristan
I got word that our concert was cancelled early the next morning. There were thunderstorms going on and predicted throughout the rest of the day. Fucking Tony was probably spinning. Good, I hated that little fucker. He was such a sniveling little kiss ass and he acted as if he and I were best friends every time I saw him. The condescending little bastard was always asking me how I was doing. I knew he didn’t give a shit about me, he was just trying to get some information he could take back and kiss Clint and Jake’s asses with.
I wasn’t overly disappointed about the concert being cancelled. I had been looking forward to my song. We were supposed to be doing our 90’s solo’s and I was going to sing a song called Angels by Robbie Williams. I’ve said it before, I’m not a religious guy, but there was something about that song that always made me hope I had an angel looking out for me.
My life sucked for those past eight years or so. I came close, but I think I can honestly say that I didn’t let it break me. That’s what the song meant to me. Something to be proud of, I guess.
A day lying around in bed wasn’t something to be sneezed at, and a day lying in a big, comfy bed where they were delivering food and whatever else you needed to your door was awesome. I never minded the time on stage, but the shit that led up to it took all day. I got up a few times throughout the day when they brought me breakfast and lunch, but otherwise I lay in bed, caught up on my sleep, and watched TV. I got a text from Elly about three. She said they were in meetings all day but she wanted to know if I wanted to see her tonight.
Why are you horny again? I texted her back…just joking around.
Maybe. Can’t I just miss you too though?
I thought about that for a second. I’d never had a girlfriend, just fuck-friends. Sober, I’m not that interesting. I know women find me attractive and I know I’m good in bed…and I kick ass on stage. Beyond that, I was not sure what she thought I had to offer. I texted back:
I was just kidding. Come over when you can.
I’ll be there at seven.
I continued to lie in bed, fantasizing about what I was going to do when I finally had the million dollars in my hand. The first thing I knew I needed to do was pay off all the bills I’d racked up the past couple of years. If you put my name into a credit program right then, the computer probably would have smoked and alarmed. I also need a car. I didn’t need anything fancy; I was mostly happy with my bike. But it wasn’t always the most convenient means of transportation if you considered the weather and if you had anything more than a duffel bag to carry. I wanted to pay Elly back and probably get my own place. Or maybe our own place; I’d have to think about that one. Fuck! While I had all of this time, I should have been working on the songs those mother-fuckers were insisting on before they’ll pay me the money I already won fair and square.
I pulled my lazy ass up and got out my notebook and my guitar. I worked on that until about six o’clock. I was getting really into it after a while and by the time I had to stop; I had a good head start on it. I didn’t want to be all funky when Elly got there though, so I finally got in the shower. I took a long, hot one. I started thinking about her and how she was the other night; I almost got myself off but I decided to save it for her. I stepped out and was drying off when there was a knock on the door.
I started to answer it naked, thinking Elly was early. She would think it was funny. But, I decided it would be just my luck that it was Tony or better yet, Jake or one of his minions.
“Coming!” I yelled before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my waist. I was really glad I did when I pulled open the door and saw who it was.
“Hi, Tristan!” It was Brooke…in a pink, Hello Kitty robe. What the fuck? She had to walk past security like that to get here.
“Um, hey Brooke. What’s up?”
“I’m bored. I brought us some beer.” She’s bored. What the fuck did that have to do with me?
“Yeah, thanks.” She had a six pack in her hand. “I don’t really drink beer anymore. I’m so—“
“Yeah, I know. You’re sober.” Then why the fuck did you bring alcohol? “Can I come in?”
“It’s not really a good idea. I just got out of the shower, I need to get dressed. I was expecting someone.”
“Just for a minute.” she said with her bottom lip stuck out. “Please?” I was still standing in her way, so she was in the doorway. She handed me the beer. I took it and turned around to sit it next to me on a table that was there. I wasn’t going to let her in. I thought she was beginning to get the hint, but instead of turning around and leaving like a normal person she opened her robe. Underneath, she was completely nude. It was a fucking awesome sight too. My body was responding and my brain stopped working temporarily. It took me a few seconds to recover and then pissed that she thought she could just show up and drop her robe.
I said, “What the hell are you doing? Close your robe.”
She smiled and said, “Aw, come on Tristan. I know you like what you see,” her eyes dropped to the tent underneath my towel and said, “Why fight it?”
“Fuck, Brooke, you need to go. This isn’t going to happen.”
She pouted again and then said, “I hate to resort to blackmail but…”
“Don’t even think about bringing up Elly. I told you before that shit wasn’t going to work on me.”
“I wasn’t going to say anything about Elly,” she said with an eye-roll. “I was going to say that if you don’t let me in, I’ll drop the rest, right here.” She started letting it slide off her shoulders and just then one of the security guys walked by. He was on his phone and had an umbrella over his head to block the rain so I didn’t think he saw her, but still. Shit!
“Jesus, Brooke, get the fuck in here.” She stepped in and I closed the door. When I turned back around she’d dropped the robe completely like she’d threatened to do. Fuck! She was gorgeous and my damned cock was getting longer and harder underneath the towel around my waist. “What the hell are you doing? Have you lost your fucking mind? This isn’t going to happen, Brooke. Put your robe on and get the fuck out!”
She ran her hands across her breasts and stomach and then down to the top of her pussy. Licking her lips, she said, “What’s the matter, Tristan? I know you like it.” Her eyes were on my crotch again. “Don’t you want to touch it? Touch me, Tristan…I’ll make you feel so good.”
I dropped down into the chair, trying to cover up my wood. Later, I’ll realize that was the worst move I could have made. She kept staring at the towel where my cock was pressing and trying to escape. That wasn’t helping my problem. “No! I’m going to say this one more time. You and I are not going to fucking happen! Now put your robe back on and get the fuck out of here.” Jesus she was hot.
She stuck her bottom lip out again, still brushing the tips of her fingers over her hard nipples. Then suddenly she flashed me another little nasty smile and bent over to pick up the robe she dropped. When she did, she stuck her perfectly round ass right in my face and wiggled it. Fuck! She stood back up and I thought she was putting the robe on, but then she dropped it again and said,
“Whoops!” just before she dropped her naked ass down into my lap.
“Brooke! What the fuck is wrong with you?” She had her lips puckered and aiming for mine and God help me, I’d never in my life turned a naked chick away before….but all I wanted her to do was leave. Was she hot? Yeah, most definitely. Was my cock hard from looking at her? Painfully so. Did I want to fuck her? No. It was still strange to me, but the truth was I only wanted Elly. Besides, if I fucked her and Elly found out…that would be the end of me fucking Elly, and I didn’t want that to happen.
She kept wiggling herself around on my cock until she was finally straddling me and my hard cock was pressed up against the towel that was pressed up into her pussy.
“Damn it, Brooke! Get the fuck off of me!”