Page 5 of Grave Dissonance

“Fuck, did you hear them tonight? They were going wild,” Cain says as we walk outside toward the buses. Second show in Chicago under our belts and now we move on to the next city.

My eyes are too focused on the groupies and how Iggy is chatting them up to pay attention to anything Cain says. The high I had two seconds ago from the rush of the crowd and the music flowing in my veins like a potent drug fades into a brutal low that has me crashing violently.

I’ve always found it interesting how these women would do anything wewant because we are in a band. For all they know, we look like ogres under the masks.

I divert my eyes quickly as Iggy nods to a redhead and jogs towards me. He doesn’t need to know how I watch him far more than I should. He slaps my back and I shiver. It’s always like that, my body reacting in inappropriate ways to my best friend from the slightest touch.

“That,” Iggy says, pointing to the blonde girl, “is Brandy or Candy, maybe it’s Sandy. Anyway, she’s hot and wants to fuck. She said she’s up for anything. You know what that means.”

That means she’d do anything asked of her by two rock stars. When we started fucking these girls, we’d push to see how far they’d go, and some of them went so far that I wasn’t sure there’d be any coming back from it.

“I’m thinking she’d make good sandwich meat. You down?” Iggy asks.

Sandwich meat. That’s what these girls have been for a while now. We used to fuck them because the high from coming felt good. We’d each get a few girls and let them service us untilwe had our fill. Then we’d kick them out and move on to the next town and a new fuck. It was fun fucking my way across the globe with my best friend, until the only person I wanted to fuck was him.

“Three,” I say.

Iggy smiles. “Three for you?” His hand moves into his black jeans and he pulls out a small baggy and waves it in front of my face. Blue pills. Viagra. “I think we can handle over three.”

I should feel ashamed that I’m known for fucking multiple people on the same night. My record is ten in a night. When you don’t need Viagra and take it anyway, it does wonders. I shake my head, refusing the little wonder pills. “Nah, man. I’m good.”

I don’t say no because I don’t want them. I do. There is a large part of me that wants to get lost in it all. To avoid the pain and the nagging, intrusive thoughts that pick at me until I forget who I am. That is the beauty of the drugs. They shut down the voices. They make me forget about the pain. At least, they used to.

Iggy shrugs. “Suit yourself.” He moves to toss a pill into his mouth, but I grab his wrist, stopping him.

“If you take a pill to handle three girls at your age, I’m gonna make fun of you for the rest of your life.”

The corners of Iggy’s lips tip up and his dark eyes get that mischievous glare. “Are you challenging me?”

I shrug. “At twenty-nine you should be able to bang a few times in the night with no aids.” I slide my eyes down his body until I land on his cock. “Or is the little man broken?”

Iggy’s free hand grabs his dick. “As you well know, there is nothing little about me.”

He shoves his other hand back and puts the pills in his front pocket. “I’m a little tired tonight anyway.”

As Iggy turns to walk back to the other girls, I grab his wrist once more. His gaze moves to where my hand is touching him, and I swear there is a zap of electricity that courses throughme. We both gaze up and meet each other’s eyes. I try to swallow whatever lump that’s constricted my ability to form words. “Don’t bring all of them on to the bus. I’m not really feeling like dealing with a swarm of hangers-on.”

“Since when have you been about turning down pussy?”

“I’m not turning down pussy. I’m just turning down fucking an entire cheerleading squad's worth of pussy.”

Iggy nods toward my hand on his. “You gonna let go of my hand, or are we going steady?”

My hand remains on his as I gaze at Iggy. He smiles slyly and his corn blue eyes twinkle with mischief behind the mask. I can’t help wondering how these girls would go insane with lust if they saw the ethereal beauty of his face. I didn’t even know men could be beautiful until I met Iggy. His face isn’t soft, but it’s molded in a way that you’d assume he’s divine.

I reluctantly drop my hand and watch as Iggy steps back toward the girls. He says a few wordsbefore he drapes his arms around two of them while another follows dutifully behind.

My calm is obliterated as I hear the boisterous laugh of the girls. A part of me wants to kick them out. Tell them to kick rocks, but I also know that I need them to get what I want, so I bite my tongue and pretend I want to fuck them.

“Strip,” I say as soon as they get on the bus platform.

The blonde blinks at me.

“Sorry,” I say as I grab a beer from the fridge and hand it to her. “Drink that, then strip.”

The blonde continues to blink as she gazes between the beer bottle and me. I’m not sure what she thinks this all is. Most of the groupies know what the deal is, they fuck a rock star and then pack their shit up and go home, but occasionally some think their pussy is some magic elixir that will have us holding our dicks in our hands with promises of picket fences and happily ever afters. Her two friends know what’s up, though. The black-haired girl and theone with green hair rip their clothes off as if they’re on fire.

“Better get to work, sweetheart,” I say to the blonde as I take a swig of my beer. “Seems like your friends are about to beat you to the goods.” I nod toward the door. “If you can’t hack it, you’re free to leave.”

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