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Chapter Two

Kane

“Blondie” was busy trying to exude a sexy come-and-get-me vibe that every man recognises as please-fuck-me-and-I’ll-be-your-bunny-boiler-psycho-bitch-forever. Not. Worth. It. Especially as I’d now figured out she was hustling for business. I’d met a few just like her over the years; rinsing any guy fool enough to take interest in her.

Her friend was a different story. Confident, yeah, but not doing the whole preening, smiling and flirty-eyes thing. The open black shirt, tank top, blue jeans and heeled boots looked a lot sexier to me. Sexiness was something many try to fake, but it just resonated somewhere inside me when I seen it. She was not like her friend and that just intrigued me more… since when did a tramp like her friend allow such a sexy looking side-kick?

“I don’t think I’ve noticed you here before – have you come to listen to Anton? Fuck, are you from the label! He is amazing, but you already know that! You know, if you are from the label, can you check out my YouTube channel?” “Blondie” babbled at me.

“No, sorry, I’m not from a label.” I could have said I was; this one would have been out the back alley sucking my cock faster than I could have said A&R Man.

“Hey, you should check my channel out anyway, I mean, Anton’s been producing my videos.” She continued, flicking her hair and batting her eyelids.

“Mae, come on, leave the guy alone.” Her friend tried to convince “Blondie” Mae, but she certainly wasn’t going to give up that easily.

“It’s ok Erin, he’s cool. Aren’t you?” She smiled coyly at me, bright red lips pouted around her straw. This is what works for guys these days?

“Sorry, she was a bit drunk before we even got here.” Erin sad. Her green eyes looked directly at me apologetically, but darted to the floor quickly after. She knew what blondie was up to.

“It’s fine, Erin, she’s excited about your friend up there.” Mae went to say something, taking my reference of her to mean I wanted to talk to her, but I went on, “So, you must be a pretty good friend to be watching out for “blondie” here.” Erin hid her smile behind her hand, before reaching for her glass on the bar.

“Yeah, I must be. Well, sorry for interrupting your night. “Blondie” and I will be going again. Nice talking to you.” She said as she ushered her friend away with their drinks in hand.

Out of curiosity I stayed on to watch Anton. Being fair, I didn’t think he was the worst singer I’d ever heard, but Ed Sheeran was certainly safe. When Anton finished, I noticed that “Blondie” was first up to the stage to help him pack up, flesh bobbling about as she teetered on her high heels trying to take the microphone down. Apparently another guy’s outcome was decided.

Erin came back to the bar for another drink. The bar had only ever reached half full but was almost empty now that the singer was finished. “So, your friend is pretty good.” I lied, looking for an excuse to speak to her.

“Hmm, yeah, if you like that sort of stuff.” She said.

“Not your kind of thing then?” I laughed.

“All these pretty boys singing like girls? Nah, not for me. He’s my friend, but he takes longer to straighten his hair than I do.” She shrugged and looked at the bar man who was replacing one of the vodka bottles.

“Your friend seems to like him.” I joked, hoping to persuade some more conversation from her.

“Mae? Yeah, she likes him a lot more now that she thinks he’s about to go big time.” Mae waved from the side door as she left with Anton. “He’s got a second gig tonight over town, so she volunteered to help him with setting up. As if she knows the first thing about that.” I chuckled to myself, of course she would be interested in him, his minor celebrity brought him to the attention of more women and nothing set a siren like her to work more than knowing she took someone that was very desirable.

“Er, that’s… great?” I said.

“Um yeah, sorry again about her being so forward with you earlier… Mae’s pretty out there.”

“You’re not leaving too?” I asked, hopeful that she was staying a little longer. I noticed she had pushed her sleeves up enough that a glimpse of the ink on the inside of her arm peeked out and I wondered what was hiding under the shirt sleeve.

“Nah, I’ve heard enough for one night I think. I’ll be out of your hair once the bar man decides he sees me.”

“I’m enjoying the conversation Erin, I’m Kane.” I extend my arm and gestured to the stool she’s standing beside. Jumping up on the stool easily, she smiled a genuine smile at me.

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