Текст книги "Memphis Black"
Автор книги: M. J. Fields
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I stand in front of the mirror, wearing the tightest tank top known to man, all leopard print and sequins, paired with black silk, boy shorts and thigh-high, six-inch, black leather boots. My makeup is stage-ready times a million, and my hair is blown out, resembling an afro.
I look like a freaking stripper—no, a hooker. I turn and look at my butt. POW! should have a for sale sign on it. Right now, I wish I had on ballet pink. I look awful, and worse yet, I feel awful.
When I found out Stevie Danielle’s band was opening for STD, I was nervous and excited. I couldn’t wait to surprise Memphis, but then Stevie started acting like a diva and changing everything up that we had perfected, and when I say perfected, I mean it. I’m self-critical about everything.
My phone rings, and it’s Memphis, so I answer immediately.
“Tales, are you coming tonight?”
“Of course I am. Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I say, hoping he doesn’t catch the hint of sadness in my voice.
“Good. Mads is gonna meet you at gate six with your VIP pass.”
“So I’ll be a VIP?” I joke.
“Of course you will, Tales. Why the hell are you even asking a question like that?” He sounds angry.
“I was joking, Memphis. Geesh.”
“Sorry, sweet cheeks. I am amped. Wish you were here.”
“Where are you?” I ask, looking around and knowing he is done with sound checks.
“Getting in a car. Just finished sound checks. Now the opening act is going to do theirs, and then it’s show time, Tales. Fuck, this is crazy.”
“Is the opening act any good?”
“Some say so, I guess. I don’t know. Why would you ask that? I mean, really, who gives a shit, right?”
“Right.” Wow, he is nervous. “Well, you are going to kill it. I just know it.”
“It’s a given.” I laugh, and he sighs. “Miss you.”
“I’ve missed you, too.”
Sonya pokes her head in the dressing room, and I press mute. “Stage, Tally.”
“Right.” I take the phone off mute. “Hey, what do rock stars get after a show? Flowers? A card?”
“Dome.” His tone is serious.
“Wow.”
“It’s expected.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, sweet cheeks, it’s so. Hey, see you soon?”
“Of course. Break a leg, Memphis.”
“Let’s fucking hope not.”
I shove the phone in my bag then quickly make my way on stage. Everyone is there, and Stevie looks pissed when she sees me.
“You do know who the star is, correct?”
I give her a smile. “Stevie Danielle.”
She rolls her eyes. “One last minute change. This song just won’t go away. I was very inspired one hot as hell night, and well, let’s just say that inspiration has returned.” She is all starry-eyed and looks downright smitten. Good for her. “You know what they say; you can’t keep a hard man … or is it a good man down?” Everyone laughs, including me.
“Dancers”—so now we are nameless? I think to myself—“Same beat as “Go, Go”. I think you can keep up.”
I walk to up the ramp to the center.
“Shit, Tallia, I need you in the cage.” She points to the tall cage, left of center. “You can freestyle this one. Show off that wild animal inside of you. No one can pull that off like you can with all that … hair.” She looks at me in disgust, but then she smiles. “And no one on this stage can move like you—well, except me.”
“All right girls, let’s do this!” She smiles as I climb in the cage.
My stomach is in knots. I don’t ever go on stage unprepared. It’s unacceptable.
Kellie taps the sticks, and the band starts a familiar beat. I’ve got this.
Black leather at the bar, he’s looking at me.
Glazed blue eyes give me all I need.
I feel the weight of his desire.
I feel it everywhere.
I give him what he wants.
I dance for him.
He stands up slowly, the look of sin.
No slowing it down, this heat we feel
He takes my hand, and we seal the deal.
Bang, bang. My heart beats like drum.
Bang, bang. No choice but to succumb.
Bang, bang. Not sent from above.
Bang, bang. Fits like a glove
Bang, bang. He’s driving it home.
Bang, bang. A rocker’s syndrome
Bang, bang. He’s a loaded gun.
Bang, bang. Two seconds to run.
Bang, bang. No room for love.
Bang, bang. Not sent from above.
I freeze. I feel sick. I want to scream. Then the speakers go dead.
“What the fuck is that?” booms over the microphone.
I look toward the sound booth to see a black man covered in tattoos storming toward the stage.
“Is there something wrong?” Stevie asks.
“You know damn well there’s something wrong,” he says as he hops the fence and jumps on stage. “That’s not your fucking song, Stevie.”
“Sure is, Nickie.”
“That’s STD’s song. Memphis wrote that song. It’s already fucking copyrighted and recorded. It releases tomorrow!”
“I had no idea.”
“No? Really?”
“Well, I didn’t expect him to release the song our time together inspired.” She pauses and covers her face. “God, of course he would.”
“He wrote the song, so of course he—”
“He may have written the words, but I didn’t think he would ever record it without me. Our night inspired every lyric, every emotion, every—”
“Now why the fuck would he not record a song he fucking wrote?”
“He didn’t mention it when we saw each other again in Florida the day before he left to come here, and he hasn’t mentioned it in the two days we have spent together.”
I can’t listen to any more. God, how could I have trusted him? His behavior has been off, and I should have known. I should have seen it coming.
I climb down from the cage and quickly make it off stage, hoping I haven’t been seen.
“Tales?” I look up to see Madison. “What the hell?” She laughs. “Does Memphis know you’re—?”
“No, and please don’t tell him.”
“You’re going to surprise him? That’s a fabulous idea. Then what? Will you come to work for STD? I mean, Memphis has talked about maybe getting you involved with contests for opening acts. Says it’s taxing, and he …” She keeps talking.
My head is spinning, and my ears are ringing. Taxing? Yeah, I bet.
“Tales?”
“Yeah?” I ask.
“Why are you crying?”
“Oh.” I wipe away a tear that has escaped. “Just overwhelmed.”
“Don’t be. I heard him tell River, ‘Yeah, I fucking love her. Now shut the fuck up,’ so that must be love, right?”
All I can do is smile and force a nod.
“I miss you. I really hope this means you’ll join STD’s tour. They are selling out stadiums, Tales. I never knew what went into putting on a show. It blows my mind how this team works. It’s exhausting yet thrilling.”
I hug her. “See you soon?”
“Yeah, really soon. Oh, man, I can’t wait to see the shock on his face.”
Sonya walks up to me. “Let’s go. Stage, Tally. What the hell is your problem?”
I follow her out and do my best to get through the sound check, and then I wonder why I even have to be at a sound check. This is messed up, so incredibly messed up.
I look up to see the man who was giving Stevie hell with his phone to his ear.
“We’ve got a fucking problem. This bitch is fucking crazy, Xavier, like padded cell shit.” He walks away, and I can’t hear him anymore.
I look left and see Sonya and Stevie whispering.
Then Stevie laughs and claps her hands. “That tape will go viral if they fuck with me. That song is going to put me back in the spotlight.” I see her pull something out of her bra and hand it to Sonya. “This is the only copy. Guard it with your life. Now get that little bitch on stage so she can look like the nothing she is.”
Sonya nods and drops what I assume is a flash drive of the two of them having sex into her bag. I then see the man, Nickie, rushing an equally as large, even more tattooed man in through the rear entrance—Xavier.
Sonya looks up, and my eyes are locked on her. Her almost amber eyes narrow as we literally stare each other down.
I want that flash drive. I want to see with my own eyes that Memphis Black is what the world thinks him to be—a walking STD waiting to explode.
“Xavier, she’s fucking dangerous,” Nickie says as they walk by.
“Xavier Steel?” I ask.
He stops and looks at me as if he doesn’t recognize me. “If I know you from a past life—”
I see Sonya start to walk away, and I grab his hand. “Come with me.”
“Girl, I’m a married man, have a kid and shit. No can do.”
“My name is Tallia Priest. We met in Miami,” I say as I try my best to drag him, hoping Sonya doesn’t get away with my evidence and whatever else is on the damn drive.
“Tales?” He laughs. “Sorry, but—”
“Would you just shut up and come with me!”
“Nickie, get Memphis. His little lady seems to have drunk the crazy Kool-Aid.”
“Screw you,” I growl. “Don’t get him,” I snap at Nickie as Sonya walks toward the door. “Bitch, you better stop right there,” I call out to her.
“Oh, damn, a girl fight.” Xavier laughs.
I let go of his hand and run at her as she grabs the door handle. I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her back, then grab her bag as she turns to hit me. I have her bag, and Nickie now has her. Adrenaline kicks in, and I start to run toward the gravel parking lot in six-inch, thigh-high, leather boots.
I look back to see everyone is running at me. Xavier Steel is looking at me like I’m crazy. Then I run into the brick wall that is Finn Beckett.
“Tales, you stealing purses now?” Finn looks at me like I’m a lunatic and then laughs. “Or selling your body?”
“Fuck you,” I say, stepping back, and the damn heel breaks on the boot.
I am just about ready to fall on my ass when I’m swooped up into the arms of a very angry looking Memphis Black.
“I hate you!” I spit at him.
“Is that so?” he snaps at me.
“Put me down, you asshole.” I start to kick and scream.
“My purse!” Sonya comes at me.
“Bring it on, bitch!” I scream, kick, flail, and the purse slips out of my hand.
I look up at Finn who has grabbed it, telling me, “You better hope there is something in this.”
Billy has Sonya now, and River is laughing while Nickie opens the door to the stretch Hummer.
“Get them inside!”
“Put me down, or I’ll scream!”
“You are fucking screaming, you loon!” Memphis pushes me into the vehicle and to the far bench before he and everyone else follows. “Now explain what the fuck is going on, Tales, before I bend you over my knee and beat the literal shit out of POW!”
“You’ll never touch my ass again, you, you—”
“Enough!” I look up to see Xavier glaring at me. “Now what the hell—”
“She has a sex tape!” I point at Sonya, “of you and your little rocker whore, Memphis.”
I can’t take it. I hit Memphis in the chest. It feels good, so I do it again.
“Now the whole world can see what you are! How the hell did I believe a word you said to me?! I hate—”
He grabs my hands and holds them so I can’t hit him anymore. “Shut the fuck up, Tales! Just shut the—” He stops when Finn dumps her purse on the floor.
Sonya quickly snatches up something on a chain, a necklace of some sort, and Finn grabs the flash drive.
“You wanna tell me what the fuck is on this?” he asks Sonya.
“None of your business. Now give me back my belongings and let me out, or I call the cops,” she says in an oddly calm voice.
Finn doesn’t respond; he just looks at her. “What’s your name?”
“Sonya. Sonya none-of-your-damn-business,” she says as she picks up her wallet, a pocket-sized photo album, and her phone.
“Okay, let’s just calm the hell down and sort this all out,” Xavier Steel says in an authoritative, take charge, but don’t mess with me voice. “Sonya, what’s on that drive?” She looks out the window. “Sonya …”
“It’s not mine, haven’t seen it, don’t know, and really don’t give a damn.”
Nickie opens his laptop and pops it in. “Fuck me, Memphis. Oh, yeah, baby, fuck me just like that.” It’s Stevie’s voice.
“I’m gonna fuck you my way. You just lie back,” He groans. “And enjoy the show.”
I’ve had enough. I pull my hands away from Memphis and cover my face while my tears run freely.
“You sure that’s me?” Memphis says.
“If it looks like a duck, sounds like a duck, then fuck, it’s a duck,” River says, sitting back. “But we already knew this. Well, not all of us.”
“She knew! She saw me the next morning, all marked up.” I feel him grab my wrist. “Tales, you fucking knew.”
I pull my arm away then slap the tears off my face. “Let me out.”
“Tales, seriously?”
“You should have told me. You should have—”
“You should have told me! Here I think you are practicing for a dance tour, and you’re working for her! Yet, you won’t even consider traveling with me!”
“Let me out. You have your tape. I overheard the conversation; it was the only copy. Now let me out. And, Memphis, don’t ever talk to me again.”
“You’re fucking insane! Don’t talk to you again? You fucking lied to me. I didn’t lie to you.”
“I know you fucked her after I left Florida, and for the past two days, you’ve been with her and too busy to see me!”
“Doing press shit, Tales, not banging her. And, fuck no, I didn’t fuck her after you left without so much as a goodbye. I was fucking healing, Tales!”
“Yeah, well, it’s your story.” I get on my feet and bend as I make my way through everyone to the door. “Good luck tonight, and you’re welcome for stopping that from going viral.” I need to get away from him. Far away, so I do.
I get out and see Madison.
“Tales, what’s going on?”
I unzip my boots and hand them to her. “Can you give these to Stevie? Tell her I quit.”
“Tales, wait.” Madison grabs my hand.
“Madison, I need some time, okay?”
“Sure, but—”
“Please. I just need—”
“To listen to me for a fucking minute,” Memphis says from behind me.
When she doesn’t respond, I take her hand. “I didn’t fuck her again.” She looks away. “Come on! You know damn well—”
“I don’t know!” She sobs, her hand trembling. “I don’t know anything.” I pick her up, and she grabs my neck and cries against my chest. “I am so mad at you.”
“Well, then you do know something,” I say, and then her scent hits me.
“Hey!” I look up to see Stevie. “I need you onstage.”
“She’s done,” I spit out. Why the fuck did she take a job with this bitch and not me?!
“She’s under contract!”
“It’s been broken. I’m breaking it!” I tell the bitch as Tales pulls away. “Tales, you don’t—”
“That’s right,” Stevie bites out. “She knows she needs this. What else does she have? A couple classes—”
“You can fucking leave. You’re done, too.” I flip shit.
“Says who!” Stevie spits at me.
“Memphis, let go of my hand,” Tally whispers. “I signed a contract.” She pulls her hand away.
“That’s right; let’s get this show on the road,” Stevie taunts.
“No, fuck that.”
“It’s not your decision, Memphis.” Tales shakes her head.
“I didn’t have sex with her after that one night.” I grab her shoulder and shake her. “You hear me.”
“I hear you,” she says as she walks away, broken, and all I can do is watch her.
“Fuck!” I scream as I fist my hair. “Tell her the fucking truth, Stevie. Tales, you know me better than that. You. Know. Me.!”
“Not going after her?” I look behind me to see Stevie’s drummer, Kellie, throw down a cigarette and stomp it out.
“It’s none of your damn business.”
“Right.” She shakes her head and walks away. Then she turns back. “Grow a set.”
I am shocked at her audacity, but I don’t respond.
My phone rings, and I fish it out of my pocket. “Sup?”
“All handled man,” Finn says.
“No, it is not,” I hear in the background.
“Who’s that?” I ask.
“Sonya. She’s a pain in the ass, but she’ll conform.” He forces a laugh, and I know he’s being tried right now. Finn doesn’t do confrontation well.
“You good?” I ask.
“You?” He laughs uncomfortably.
“We have a show tonight. Get your ass here.”
“On my way,” he says then, “Bitch, are you trying to bite me!”
“Where’s Billy?”
“Billy! Come take this little shit off my hands!” he yells.
“You good?” I ask as I walk toward the back door of Bader.
“Stop fucking asking me shit like that!” With that, he hangs up.
When I walk through the door, Madison is standing in front of me.
“Just leave her alone!”
“I didn’t do shit, Mads.” My voice breaks. “I didn’t do shit!”
“Well, right now she’s out there, and you’re staying here. You need to get ready, and so does she.”
***
I stand backstage where Mads tells me to. I don’t normally listen to the little queen, but Tales is up there, shaking her ass, and I know she doesn’t want to, but she’s no quitter. Sonya, the girl who, had the flash drive will vouch for me if need be, but I don’t want to owe her any favors. Besides, Tally better not doubt me.
I love watching her move, but not like this, and not for that bitch. That bitch who is going to walk off stage and be bombarded with Forever Four’s lawyers and have major fucking issues if she doesn’t back the fuck down.
Finn took off with River, and that’s not cool at all. He’s a fucking mess and doesn’t touch even a prescribed drug. When he asked River to take a walk with him, I felt sick, but I’m so fucked up right now I can’t do shit except stand and stare where she can’t see me because Mads is cock-blocking like a motherfucker.
When Stevie Danielles’ band ends, I look out at the crowd. They fucking love them and it makes me sick. I wish they were throwing tomatoes or booing that bitch.
“Memphis, go; she’ll see you.” Mads pushes me. “Go!”
I walk down the hall and find the room meant for us to chill, relax, and fucking celebrate all we’ve accomplished, and I haven’t even stepped foot inside it until now.
I open the door, seeing Finn and River sitting there, all fucking pie-eyed.
“You’re kidding me, right?”
River sighs. “Just took the edge off.”
“Where is it?” I ask.
Billy walks out of the bathroom, chillz in hand.
“No shit?”
Billy grins. “Just to take the edge off.”
“Aw, fuck, man, give me that.” I snatch up chillz and hit the bathroom. I spark him up, take two pulls, and that’s enough. It feels good, too.
When I walk out, the three of them are looking at me.
“It’s either the beginning or the end. We started this together; we end it together. Let’s fucking go rock them our way.”
“We do it for us,” Finn says as we stand in a circle.
“In the words of the great Eddie Vedder, ‘It’s a great time to be me.’ ” I throw my fist in.
“Jimmy Page once said, ‘I may not believe in myself, but I believe in what we’re doing.’ ” Finn puts his fist in.
“Kurt Cobain, “Nobody dies a virgin; life fucks us all.’ ” River fists in.
“The amazing Billy Holiday once said, ‘The difficult, I will do right now. The impossible will take a while.’ ”
“We have done the impossible. Fuck, Billy learned guitar, River has laid off the heavy shit, and Finn … not sure what to say? Best bass around, and apparently he decided today was the day to put an end to the ‘Just Say No,’ campaign, which I need the story behind, fuck-stick.”
He nods and grumbles.
“And you’ve got a steel dick.” River laughs his fool head off.
“Shit bird.” I laugh, too, because it’s funny, and I’m fucking soarin’. “All right, STD, let’s hit ’em hard”—we bump fists—“light ‘em up”—we do our own little version of an explosion with our hands—“and let’s go fucking rock ‘em our way!”
We walk out into the hallway where the entire Steel crew is, including Momma Joe, and we’re all fucked up.
Shit.
Xavier narrows his eyes at us. “You fucking kidding me right now?”
“Ready to rock, man.” I chuckle and grin.
I look at the guys. Finn’s lip is curled, and his eyes are fixed on the chick Sonya while she scowls at him. I hear him growl, and then he fucking snaps his teeth and barks at her. I shit you not. He fucking barked!
I start rolling.
“She get her fucking shots yet?” Finn asks X-man.
“You, too?” he gasps then throws his hands up in the air and walks away, calling out, “What a fucking day!”
I see Mads and Tally round the corner. Tally is looking at the ground, and Mads is basically pulling her toward me. She has her head hung down as well she should. She should know better.
“Kiss and make up,” Mads demands then walks away.
“Tales.”
“Memphis.”
“What, I’m not asshole anymore?”
“Sometimes.”
“But right now?” I tip her chin up with my finger.
“No.” She looks up, and I get Emerald City. Fucking beautiful. “Are you high?” And angry.
“Been a fucked up day, Tales. I needed to take the edge off.”
“Great. Well, good luck, break a leg, keep your dick in your pants, and—”
I grab her and pick her up, bringing her eye to eye, and she whimpers.
“You sure about that last part?”
She smiles like I knew she would.
“I mean, how am I gonna get dome when I’m done if they stay on?”
She fists my hair and pushes her forehead against mine. “I hate her.”
“Don’t blame you, Tales. I’m not a fan, either.” I inhale. “You smell good. How do you taste, Tales? Give me them lips.”
She does, and she gives them to me hard.
I pull back when I hear the crowd start chanting, “STD! STD! STD!”
“I watched you dance, Tales, the whole time. Inside, I was praying you fucking believed me ’cause, if you didn’t, I would be gone.” I set her down and step back. “Don’t you ever doubt me again. That shit hurt.” Her lip quivers, and she nods. “I love you, Tales. That doesn’t just mean something; it means everything.”
“I love you so much.” She chokes back a sob.
“I know you do.” I give her a quick kiss on the cheek then turn to walk away. I don’t want to go onstage with bitch pants on.
I step up to the rest of the band, and the four of us look at each other.
“Nickie D, X-man, and Taelyn are standing to the left like the proud parents who just gave birth to the most well-hung kid in the nursery, just like my parents must have thought.” I laugh.
“Shit, we have something in common, then.” River gives me a fist bump.
The crowd gets louder as I look at my boys. “Who’s first?”
“Let’s do it together.” Billy nods, fucking with his strings.
I look back and see Mom, Mads, and Tales hanging to the right, all smiling. Tales is the brightest. Mom? Didn’t even know she was coming.
She mouths, ‘I love you.’
I yell, “You better.”
She laughs as she wipes a tear away. I’m pretty sure it’s a happy one.
“Let’s rock!”
We run out on stage, and I make a mental note to work on that entry. We look like a bunch of teenage, eager boys who are gonna blow their load way before it’s time.
“Hello, New Jersey!” I hold the mic out for the crowd’s roar, and they give me more than I am looking for. My head is buzzing, and so is my soul.
“I’m Memphis Black, lead singer for Steel Total Destruction!”
I let them scream. Fuck, I egg them on.
“The buzz I catch off of that is bigger than the one we caught backstage!” I laugh.
They fucking go crazy, and I am all energy.
“It’s like a spiritual erection, a transcendent orgy to my soul, a divine intervention with every cell in my body. You’re getting me hard.” I grab my dick then look off stage at Tales and wink. She covers her mouth, laughing.
“You ready for some STD? You ready to get rocked so hard you can’t walk straight for a week?”
They scream. They shout. They lust for our music … and for us.
“I like the way you sound!”
“Get ready, ladies. Get ready for it, men!” I bounce up and down on my feet because I am that fucking pumped. “Give it to them, Finn!”
The fucking condom cannons jizz all over the crowd. They scramble around, screaming and grabbing the fucking condoms like little crack whores—our little crack whores.
River spanks the drums, the crack and pop of the snare proceeding. Finn finger bangs his G and L tribute. Billy is on his new Fender; and I begin to sing our first hit song, “Going Down.”
The crowd screams. The girls in the front row dance, trying to gain our attention. They have it. For the next two and a half hours, they will get more than they paid for.
The song ends, and I look around at the guys and laugh. All of us are perma-grinning. I’m not sure if it’s the high or the high. Maybe both.
“You wanna little story?”
The crowd screams.
“Not even two years ago, we sat in this kick-ass studio, looking around and thinking the owner was just a punk ass kid who wanted to play the role of big time music producer with family money.” I look at the guys, who laugh and nod. “I still think he’s a punk sometimes, but he’s got mad respect from me.”
I lift my shirt and turn around. “Forever Steel, bro.”
I look over where Taelyn is beaming, and X is trying his best to act unaffected, but I see it. I see the love.
“Well, he and the real reason we stuck around—his hot ass wife” —I glance back at X-man, who flips me off—“sat us down, and he told me why this was important to him. He said, ‘I want to find the damn kid who was picked on because he wasn’t cool enough to hang, the one who, instead of banging the cheer captain, went home and finger-fucked his guitar or banged his drums like he wanted to bang the football captain’s girl. I want the kid who went to bed every goddamn night with headphones on, listening to his favorite songs to escape the reality of an abusive or absent father. I want the girl who wasn’t good enough to hang with the “it” crowd and dove into the piano, letting her fingers tickle the ivory while she created perfection because she was fucking good enough. I want the guy dressed in all black to have his voice and the notes he belts out be his ultimate orgasm. I want the people who were told they couldn’t be shit to live and breathe something other than a twisted up blunt. I want their high to be the notes, the melodies, the beats, the songs that live inside them. I want them to be who they are and be seen, not what the stuffy ass production company suit told them to be. I want to be the one to help them find who they are without walking on to a stage where some British fuck tells them they’re not marketable’.” I pause, and the crowd roars. “He found us. He stuck by us, and we hope to make him proud.”
I look up and shake my head. “Now enough of the head trip. Get ready for the night of your life. Are you ready to rock?”
They scream.
Pandemonium.
“I said, are you ready to rock?”
Chaos.
“Are you fucking ready to get rocked!”
Mayhem.
Two hours of rock and roll, two hours of nonstop fucking jamming, two of the best hours of my life!
“Look beside you, ladies. Is he what you want? Eyes back here, babe. If he’s not, do yourselves a favor and find the one you were meant to be with.”
I look off stage and find Emerald City.
“Here’s a song for all you lovers out there. “Surface to Soul”.”
Awaken beast, you took my all.
Taboo desires, burn out of control.
Intoxicated youth, a troubled teen.
Still both inside, eternal flames.
Surface to soul.
But I’m chasing the light,
Chasing my goal,
Chasing the girl who owns my soul.
Chasing the night,
Chasing the score,
Chasing the need to rock this floor.
I’m missing you. Oo-oo-oo
I’m missing you. Oo-oo-oo
Chasing my dream.
You chase the same.
We’re chasing away the fucking game.
Chasing the right.
Chasing the wrong.
Chasing the words to write your song.
I’m missing you. Oo-oo-oo.
I’m missing you. Oo-oo-oo.
Down on my knees, I beg you now.
I can’t let go, Tales. I don’t know how.
A tender heart, a taken toll.
What was surface took my soul.
Surface to soul.
But I’m chasing the light.
Chasing my goal.
Chasing the girl who owns my soul.
Chasing the night,
Chasing the score,
Chasing the need to rock this floor.
I’m missing you. Oo-oo-oo.
I’m missing you. Oo-oo-oo.
Chasing my dream.
You chase the same.
We’re chasing away the fucking game.
Chasing the right,
Chasing the wrong,
Chasing the words to write your song.
I’m missing you. Oo-oo-oo.
But I’m chasing the light,
Chasing my goal,
Chasing the girl who owns my soul.
Chasing the night,
Chasing the score,
Chasing the need to rock this floor.
I’m missing you. Oo-oo-oo
I’m missing you. Oo-oo-oo
Chasing my dream.
You chase the same.
We’re chasing away the fucking game.
Chasing the right,
Chasing the wrong,
Chasing the words to write your song.
I’m missing you. Oo-oo-oo.
Back stage, I shower and then stand in an empty dressing room. I told the guys I would catch up with them later. I know they all picked out their treat for the night, and I have mine picked out, too.
The door opens, and Tally slides in.
“Tales …” I begin.
“Shh,” she says with her finger to her mouth as she walks toward me.
She grips the towel and pulls me toward her before kissing my chest then continuing on a downward path. She pulls the towel down, going to her knees, and grabs my dick with both hands, pumping while her tongue swipes across my head once, twice, three times. Then she tugs on the ring, and I groan.
“You need to stop teasing my cock, babe, and … fuck. Yeah, just like that. Fuck,” I hiss as I feel my head hit the back of her throat as she pumps my dick in her hands. She doesn’t stop, either. It’s relentless, almost punishing.
She then reaches up, takes my hand, places it on the back of her head, puts her hand over it, and pushes.
“Fuck, Tales. Oh, fuck.”
Her hand leaves mine to it, and the selfish fuck in me takes what she is giving. I fist her hair and pump into her, taking what she is giving, fucking her mouth. I get lost in it—the pleasure the indulgence, the hedonism—until I feel her tense, and I look down.
Holy fuck, Tales.” I pull her up.
“No, don’t. I want you so badly.”
“Then you’ll have me, sweet cheeks.” I push those little, silky shorts to the side and feel the heat and how drenched she is through the material. I bend enough to line myself up and nearly come from the sound she makes. “You need my cock that badly, Tales?”
“Please,” she begs.
I push in just a little, grabbing her ass.
“Wrap ’em round.”
She immediately wraps her legs around my waist. Then I lean back against the wall and pump slowly in and out, giving her a little at a time. Her pussy contracts, and I know she’s already gone.
I turn us around so her back hits the wall, and then I push in without restraint again and again and again as she cries out my name over and over and over.
Later, we walk out of Bader, hand in hand. She is so happy, and I don’t know how after the hell Stevie put her through today. And God only knows how long it’s been going on, crazy-ass bitch.
“Can’t go back, Tales.” I open the door for her. “I won’t let you.”
She nods, and I hide the excitement from her agreeing.
“You’ll tour with the band, work for Forever Four.”
She sighs as she looks at me. I get another nod.
“And you are I are moving in together.” I swear my fingers are crossed behind my back.
She looks down as I shut the door. She will. I know she will. She loves me, and I love her.
Forever Steel.
