I look up at him. “Can you see her? What’s she look like?”
He shakes his head and winks at me. “I don’t give a fuck. She has holes, at least three that are of interest to me, get her up here and let’s get back to the room to play.”
I tap the security bloke on the shoulder and point to the girl that screamed out to be fucked. I’m not sure if they’re her knickers Dom now has on his head or not, but I’m sure it’s not gonna be long till we find out. The giant security guard lifts the girl up over the barriers and onto the stage. She turns around to the crowd and punches the air, earning herself a massive cheer and a few boos. Jet hooks his arm over her shoulder and steers her off stage while we all follow.
No nonsense tonight, no backstage meet and greets, no fake smiles, just straight in the cars and back to the hotel to play. Gunner and Dom are both married and their wives are backstage waiting for them as we head toward the corridor. There are people hanging about everywhere and as a beer gets shoved into my hand, I pause for a second and take a few swigs.
“Mr. Reed, sorry to trouble you sir, but I wanted to give you these and wondered if you’d just take a look at them?” I lift up my sunglasses and look at the bloke standing next to me, he’s more of a kid than a bloke, eighteen, nineteen at most. He has a few sheets of paper rolled up in his hand and he’s holding them out to me.
“What are they?” I ask, gesturing with my chin at the paper.
“They’re songs, sir. Songs that I’ve written. I’ve put my email address and cell number on the bottom. I just thought, well...” He blushes and looks down at the floor. “I’m good. What I write is good fucking shit and I just need a break. I just need someone to listen.”
Fuck, I might be a prick a lot of the time but I’m not a complete arsehole, especially when it comes to kids that need a break. That was me once, all I needed was a break and Jet happened to come along and hand it to me on a plate, after he’d tried unsuccessfully to get me to suck him off that is. But once we established that wasn’t going to happen, he invited me to join the band anyway, and the rest, as they say... is fucking history.
“What’s your name, mate?” I ask.
“Mitch, Mitchell White. It’s all on there.”
I give him a wink. “Okay, Mitch Mitchell White It’s All On There. I’ll take these back to England with me and I’ll have a look at them. If there’s anything I see with potential, I’ll be in touch. How’s that sound?”
His eyes widen. “Seriously, you’re not just fucking with me?”
Jet appears at the kid’s side and runs his hand over his chest. “Ohhh, pretty new toys. For me?”
“Fuck off Harrison, your toys are waiting back at the hotel.”
He folds his arms across his chest and pouts like the diva he is. I hold my hand out for the song sheets and the kid passes them to me. “Now fuck off out of here kid. There’s nothing but freaky weirdo’s hanging around backstage after our shows, and you’re best staying well away from any of them.” He nods and is gone in seconds. I turn Jet around and push him toward the exit and our limo that’s waiting to take us back to the hotel with the lovely Lara, who we pulled out of the crowd earlier, already naked and sitting with her legs open on the back seat.
We climb in, close the doors, open the central console and find what we’re looking for. A bottle of vodka and a nice big bag of Charlie, with six nice neat lines all ready for us on a little mirrored silver platter.
Jet sits on the leather seat next to me and we both stare between Lara’s legs at her bare pussy for a few seconds.
“Top or tail?” I ask him.
“Hmmm, I might have a little taste first, then tail.” The girl doesn’t say a word. Jet must’ve told her what we like, what we expect while I was talking to the kid. Quiet, compliant, no questions asked. Just do as you’re told, speak when you’re spoken to and don’t ever expect a rerun. What you’ll get in return will be a night to remember and some mind-blowing sex that will push all your boundaries and the best orgasms and drugs of your life.
Jet lifts the mirror up to his face and snorts a line up each nostril through the platinum straw that he always carries with him. He passes the mirror to me and I hoover up my two lines quickly.
I’m about to pass it across to Lara when Jet jumps in, “Na ah man, I wanna play.” He crawls on his knees over to Lara and then reaches out to me for the mirror, which I pass back to him. He tips the whole lot onto the front of her pussy. Then he just leaves it sitting there. “Put your feet up on the seat sweetheart and open those legs just as wide as you can for me.”
Without saying a word, she does as she’s told. Jet leans forward and licks from her arse to her clit and I watch as she shudders.
“You like that?” I ask. She looks down her body and across to me and nods.