Page 19 of Marley
“Which paper d’ya work for?” I asked.
“The Sun,” she replied with a hint of apology in her voice. “Look, I tell ya what. Don’t tell me anything, forget about all that. I’ve had a drink and I’m horny. I’m not one of your stupid little fifteen-year-old fans. I’m a grown woman, I’m twenty-eight years old, and I haven’t had sex in nine weeks. I fancy a shag and I fancy shagging both of you, at once.”
“Fuck,” is what came out of my mouth.
“If you’re twenty-eight, how come you’re only just starting out as a journalist?”
Seriously, that’s all that Maca got from what she said? Her age, and not what was on offer?
She slumped back into her chair before continuing. “I did a teaching degree, got a job teaching at primary level, and just found that it wasn’t my thing. I’ve always loved English, I have a degree in both language and literature, and I have a passion for music. Music journalism seemed like an option and now here I am, trying to earn a name for myself with thatonebig story.”
“By fucking your way through every band?” I asked her.
“No, I’ve never done this before ... well, not with anyone in a band before. Not anyone famous, at least.”
“So you’ve had a threesome before?” I asked, looking across to Maca as I do. I was trying to gauge his reaction, but of course I can’t, he’s completely neutral.
“Yes, I’ve had a threesome before. Two girl’s, one bloke, and me with two blokes. Had a foursome once too. I’ve been to uni, boys. Weed, whiz, trips, they all help to lower your inhibitions.”
We were still teenagers. A threesome was being offered up on a plate. What would you think the end result was gonna be?
“Jock, can you come over here a second please?” Maca suddenly called out to the landlord.
Jock threw the cloth he permanently had in his hand over his shoulder and walked over to our table. “What can I do for you boys?” he asked
“This is Siobhan,” Maca said, pointing to the girl. “She wants to come home with me and Marley. I need her to tell you right now, that if she comes home with us, she knows it’s gonna end up with us having sex with her.”
Well fuck! My boy was back and he was finally zipping up his pussy and bringing his balls to the party.
Siobhan’s mouth dropped open while Jock raised his eyebrows and tilted his head. He gestured towards her with his chin. “You know what your letting yourself in for if you go home with these wee rascals lassie?”
She nodded her head. “It was me that offered, Jock, so yeah, sex is what I’m hoping will happen, with both of them.”
“Well there ya go. I’m your witness, boys.” He shook his head as he spoke. “I’m in the wrong fucking game here. I can hold a tune, ya know? Does that get me an invite? Go, have fun,” he said over his shoulder before heading back towards the bar.
We bought a bottle of whiskey on the way back to our flat. It was actually more like a house, being the top two floors of a converted three-story house in Notting Hill. We all had a bedroom each, as well as two full bathrooms and a third toilet on the lower floor, just off the open plan; living, dinning and kitchen.
We’d only just started to see the royalties coming in from the tour and album sales. The figures were blowing us all away.
Maca and I were off to buy new cars the next day and we’d all look for our own places to live once the album is finished. We were hoping to have it released in time for Christmas, and a tour had already been lined up for Australia, Asia and the U.S, starting in February of the following year.
All that, and what was about to happen with this woman seemed surreal. It was all more than we could ever have dreamed of, but for myself and Maca being the youngest, I sometimes felt a little overwhelmed at the speed with which things had moved.
“Take her to my room,” I told Maca. I knew that all his lyrics, notebooks, and diaries were usually spread everywhere in his room, and he was pretty private about all that shit.
I felt a sudden twinge of guilt as thoughts of George flashed through my mind. Most of the new album consisted of songs about her, or heartache in general, but both musically and lyrically, it was our best work to date. Angst seemed to equal hits.
I gathered three glasses from the kitchen and headed upstairs. When I walked into the bedroom, Maca was sitting with his back against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of him. I put the glasses down on the chest of drawers and poured us each a drink.
‘You know, Len will flip if he finds out about this,” he stated the obvious.
“Then we won’t fucking tell him,” I replied. “I’ve lived like a monk since we came off tour, and you’ve behaved like a nun since George, so fuck it. What’s the point of being in Britain’s band of the moment if we can’t get the occasional shag now and then?” He looked back at me, glassy eyed. Shit, I shouldn’t have mentioned George.
I turned to pass Maca his drink, just as Siobhan walked out of the bathroom that he and I shared. She was stark bollock naked. Taking the glass from my hand, she looked between Maca and me. “Chop chop, boys. Clothes off.”
I pressed play on the boom box sitting on my clothes chest and ‘Orgasm Addict’ by the Buzzcocks blasted out. We were all silent for a few seconds before bursting out laughing. Well, at least it broke the ice a little bit.
I poured more whiskey into the glass that Siobhan just emptied and passed her another. She kissed me, full on the mouth, and I ground my already hard dick against her. She broke away and walked over to the bed where Maca was sitting with his fingers laced together, hands behind his head. He didn’t take his eyes off her as she stalked across the room towards him. He reached out his hand and took the drink from her, knocking the lot back in a few gulps.
