Looking down at the blonde’s head sucking on my dick, I’m thankful we are hidden behind some bushes in the back garden with soft moonlight filtering over us. Fuck, Sienna looked incredible tonight in that black dress. She looked so beautiful I wanted to take her back to my room and finish what we started this morning, but she’s right, we are about to go on tour together for the next couple of months, and she deserves a man that isn’t surrounded by temptation. The blonde sucks me deeper down her throat, my hands fisting through her hair pushing my dick further. Fuck, this woman doesn’t have any gag reflexes. That is pretty amazing. Faster and faster I piston into her mouth, I can feel my balls start to tingle, that feeling traveling up my spine.
“Yeah, darlin’ that’s it. Suck me, suck me harder.”
The blonde sucks harder, it feels so good, I’m just about to come when my eyes look up and standing in front of me is Sienna looking shocked before turning on her heels heading back into the party.
“Fuck,” I roar, as I come down the blonde’s throat, there was no way I could have stopped. I was too far gone. Fuck! Fuck! Sienna. The blonde swallows me down like a good girl. I quickly tuck myself into my pants and run after her, my heart pounding. Fuck, she probably thinks I am the biggest bastard in the world. I know she said it was a mistake, but she probably didn’t think a couple hours later she would find me with a groupie. I’m a bastard; I needed to get over my stupid infatuation with Sienna, because having her last night has made my crush even worse.
So being the dick that I am, I go and seek relief from my thoughts about Sienna with some willing groupie. Fuck! Running my hands over my scalp I can’t find where the hell she is, it’s been ages since I’ve seen her. She’s probably gone back to her room; heading in that direction, I hear hollering coming from the entertainment room. What the hell is going on in there?
“Work it girls, work it.”
Walking into the room, twirling around the two stripper poles are Isla and Sienna. They are in fits of laughter as they unsteadily twirl around the poles to the delight of a group of men who are drooling over the scene in front of them.
“No Isla, hold on with both hands let your arms carry your weight,” Sienna says, as she shows Isla how to turn around the pole.
“What’s happening?” I ask, some guy sitting watching the show.
“The blonde in the black dress is teaching the one in the white dress how to work the pole.”
My eyes turn and see Sienna expertly twirl around the pole, her feet are not touching the ground; I can understand why all these men are mesmerized, because fuck me, it’s hot. She wraps her legs around the pole crawling up it then she lets her arms go. I take a step closer thinking she is going to fall, but she slowly slides down the pole, obviously having had too much to drink she can’t hold it well and ends up falling on the floor. Sienna and Isla are in fits of giggles over it, then out of nowhere I see Blake, from Sons of Brooklyn, our opening tour band walk over to her and offers her his hand, she takes it, pulling herself up hitting flush with his chest. Fuck!
Blake’s hand comes around landing on the small of her back pulling her closer to him. He is young, good looking, his messy black hair and aqua blue eyes make the girls go crazy, plus he is cocky as fuck. Her hands are on his chest; their eyes haven’t left each other. Whispering something to her, he makes her smile. No way, fuck that shit. I see red as he leans down and kisses her. That little fucker’s lips are on hers, and she is letting him. So much so that she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in closer. Fuck No! Running my hands over my head, I feel sick watching the two of them.
Blake leads her away from the crowd towards a couch tucked in the corner, sitting down placing her on his lap; she straddles him and continues kissing him. The little punk’s hands are grabbing Sienna’s ass. I’ve had enough. Without thinking, I storm over to where they are sitting and interrupt their make out session.
“Blake.” My voice is tense; I am trying to calm myself down. Sienna’s face turns towards me, her lips swollen from his kisses. I want to rip her out of his arms.
“Hey, man,” he responds, giving me his cocky grin, his eyes grow wide telling me how happy he is to have her in his lap.
“Sienna is one of our employees.”
Blake stills. That’s right fucker, remember that rule we have, no fucking with any of the staff. His eyes look at her and back to me. “I’ve never seen her before,” he questions, raising his brow at me.
“She’s also Vanessa best friend.”
That made him pause; slowly he picks Sienna up placing her beside him on the couch.
Sienna is looking between the two of us.
“Sorry babe, we have a rule, no hooking up with staff.” Blake says looking somber.
Sienna is in shock.
“She’s coming on the European Tour.”
Blake nods in understanding.
“I’m sorry, Blake, it’s such a shame Evan ruined our fun,” she says, expressing her dissatisfaction by leaning in closer to Blake and giving him a good look at her cleavage. “If you think my moves on the pole were great, my moves in the bedroom are outstanding. I am extremely flexible,” she continued, while she stood up straightening herself.
“Evan, seriously man?”
Fuck, after that declaration I would be challenging our rules as well, just thinking about her all bendy and all the positions I could put her in makes my dick twitch back to life.
Sienna sashays out of the room.
Both of us follow every movement of her hips.
“There’s plenty of other women here.”
His eyes look at Sienna one last time and sighs. “Fucking shame.”