Skylar is far more perceptive, though, because the second we start ushering the girls into the nearest bedroom, she closes in on her man like a vulture. “Josh!”
Despite being loaded, Josh picks up his pace, laughing as he pulls the girls into the bedroom and locks the door behind us.
“Take off your clothes,” he tells the redhead as I escort the blonde over to the first of the two beds in the room.
“Your new piercing is so hot,” blondie purrs. “I love kissing guys with lip rings.”
She won’t be kissing this one.
The chick goes to sit on the mattress, but I shake my head. “On your knees.”
Giggling, she eagerly tugs down my zipper. A moment later, she’s swallowing my cock. Or rather, trying to because she gags and says, “You’re so big.”
I press down on the back of her head. “Suck it anyway.”
And she does.
That’s the great thing about groupies. There’s no bullshit or pretenses. They’re just here to serve, fuck, and suck us like the gods we are.
It’s fucking beautiful.
Until a loud knock on the door makes Josh spill the bag of coke he’s pouring on the redhead’s tits.
“Josh, I swear to God—”
“Relax, baby girl,” he yells. “We’re just talking.” Sucking her nipple into his mouth, he murmurs, “These taste good…but they’re about to taste even better.”
That only makes the frantic pounding get louder.
Ignoring his fiancée’s pleas for him to exit, both Josh and the redhead walk over to me. “Give daddy Phoenix a little sample.”
The redhead enthusiastically holds up her big tit like a shelf and Josh takes out a new bag of coke and pours some on it.
I don’t make it a habit to fuck with the hard stuff, but winning a Grammy calls for a little extra fun.
Lowering my head, I snort the line.
It takes me all of five seconds to realize something’s different about it. “What kind of coke is this?”
Those blond eyebrows dance and he grins like the cat who ate the canary. “The heroin kind.”
Motherfucker. He knows I don’t fuck with that shit.
“What the fuck—” I start to grunt, but a rush of nausea knots my stomach.
And then I puke…
All over the chick giving me a blow job.
Jesus Christ.
Reaching over, Josh slaps my back. “Enjoy the ride, kid.”
I want to yell at him, but the euphoric feeling pumping through my veins can only be compared to the kind I feel whenever I’m on stage.
Another surge of pure bliss hits me, and I feel like I’m in my own little world where nothing and no one can ruin this peaceful feeling.
Not even Skylar’s loud sobbing on the other side of the door.
“Good, right?” Josh says as he undoes his zipper, and the girl in front of him falls to her knees.
I close my eyes, getting lost in the sensation as I turn Skylar’s knocking into a melodic beat in my head.
“Goddammit,” Josh roars. “Suck it harder.”
“I’m trying,” she whines.
“You’re not trying if you’re talking.” A moment later, I hear a loud huff. “You’re hot, but I can suck dick better than you. Get the fuck out, you worthless piece of shit.”
“Be easy, asswipe,” I bark.
For fuck’s sake, the chick is in here to get him off.
A new set of sniffles assaults my ears because Josh has managed to make two girls cry now.
“It’s not my fault,” he argues. “This bitch can’t get me hard.”
It’s not her fault, either.
I start to look down but think the better of it because although I give the girl blowing me an A for effort, the visual is something that will ruin my hard-on real fast. “Well, I don’t have that problem, asshole. Shut the fuck up so I can finish.”
He does me a solid and fifteen minutes later I’m busting a nut that leaves me satisfied.
“Thanks, sweetheart.” I jut my chin in the direction of the adjoining bathroom. “Shower’s in there.”
My blonde and Josh’s blubbering redhead make a beeline for it.
I’m whipping off my shirt because there’s some puke on it…when the door opens and an irate Skylar barrels in with a screwdriver in her hand.
Wonder where she got one of those?
Dropping the tool, she pounds her fists into his chest. “I fucking hate you.”
“Relax,” he soothes, trying to pull her into a hug. “Nothing happened.” He looks at me. “Tell her, Phoenix.”
I ain’t saying shit. This is his tornado to deal with.
“You know how much I love you,” he continues, but Skylar isn’t having it because she shoves him.
He’s so high he nearly falls and busts his ass.
“It’s over.”
He starts to chase after her, but she screams, “Do not fucking follow me. I’m done.”
He rolls his eyes as she storms out of the room. “She knows damn well we’re not over.”
Despite being pretty convincing about it this time, he’s probably right.
Skylar has a bleeding heart…one that continuously bleeds out because of him.
Unbothered by his relationship going up in flames, Josh looks at me and grins. “What do you say we go on a little adventure?”
“What kind of adventure?”
Because with Josh you never know.
“The kind that involves us getting the fuck out of here.”
Yeah, he’s high as a kite. Not only will our security team be looking for us after we leave, hiking on the beach in the middle of the night isn’t my idea of a good time.
“I’m not in the mood to go walking—”
“Who said anything about walking?” He dangles a pair of keys in front of my face. “I stole the keys to Chandler’s Stang earlier. Let’s take it out for a spin.”
He must sense I’m about to turn him down because he taunts, “Come on. Don’t be a pussy.”
Once this numbnut sets his sights on something, it’s a wrap. The only thing you can do is supervise the fucker, so he doesn’t cause too much destruction.
Dodging people left and right, we make our way outside, heading for our manager’s red mustang.
He tosses the keys to me. “I’ll let you do the honors.”
Opening the driver’s side door, I climb inside. “We’re only dipping out for a few minutes.”
The moment I start the car “…Baby One More Time” by Britney Spears blasts through the speakers.
Josh and I exchange a glance…and then we burst into laughter.
“Holy fucking shit,” Josh says between fits of chuckles.
“I know.”
Our manager has been in the industry for fifteen years and is not only a hard-core rock enthusiast, but a hard-ass in general.
Then again, the dude wears cargo pants.
Taking the lit cigarette he passes me, I reverse out of the driveway. “I’m never gonna let him live this shit down.”
Josh pulls something out of his pocket. “Fuck no. Next time he starts bitching at us, I’m gonna start singing this.”
A snort leaves me as I head down the coast. The look on that dickhead’s face will be priceless.