Page 2 of Sexy Dirty Fun

Speaking of her hair, it was the thing that made me notice her. It was red – a deep shade of red, with black underneath. I knew that color wasn’t natural but fuck it looked good on her. She reached up and tucked her hair behind her ears with a well-manicured hand. Maybe I should go over to say hi and find out who she was.

In this business, there weren’t a whole lot of women – at least that I’d seen. It was an industry dominated by males. Most of the women I had met were groupies that wanted to fuck you and any of the other women who were managers or record executives were too ugly to even touch.

That’s why this girl intrigued me. How did she get back here? She didn’t seem like she was here to get laid or Velcro herself to a rock star.

I drank the last of my beer and set it on the table in front of me before standing up and sauntering over to them. I’d talked to the tour manager Drew enough times that it wouldn’t seem weird I was saying hi. I didn’t give a fuck about him though; I wanted to meet the beauty he was talking too.

“Hey Drew,” I said, holding out my hand to greet him with a handshake.

“Hey Cane, what’s up?” He gripped my hand firmly. “You guys ready to go on soon?”

“We sure are,” I nodded, glancing at her. She was even more gorgeous up close. I thought about those red painted lips around my cock.

“Awesome.” He nodded. “Hey Lindsay, this – “

“Cane, the lead singer of Hookers and Hand Grenades,” she said with a smirk and held out her hand.

I took her tiny hand in mine. “You know who I am?” Maybe she was here looking to get fucked. After all, weren’t they all?

“Of course I do. Who doesn’t?” She laughed and I couldn’t help but smile. It was a beautiful sound and music to my ears.

“And who are you?” I asked, still holding onto her hand, my eyes looking into her dark green ones.

She pulled her hand away. “I’m Lindsey Jones, a reporter with the Rolling Stone.”

Fuck. I felt my dick instantly shrivel. A reporter? I was speechless. The hottest chick here and she was a fucking reporter.

“She’s here to cover the tour. She just got here today. There was a mix up in assignments so she didn’t make it at the beginning.

“Cool,” I replied. I tried to stay as far away from the press as I could. Even though this one was sexy as fuck, I was no longer interested.

“Well, I’m going to go back to my dressing room for a few minutes. It was nice meeting you Lindsey,” I nodded at her.

“You too,” she smiled at me. “I’m sure we’ll see each other around.”

“I’m sure we will,” I mumbled before turning around and walking back to my dressing room.

When I got inside I immediately lit a joint and took a long drag. I closed my eyes and blew out the smoke slowly, almost feeling the calm seep through me. I opened the mini-fridge and grabbed a beer before sitting down on the couch. I leaned my head back and all I could see was Lindsay’s face and kick ass body. I almost regretted kicking out the girl from earlier. Shit, I couldn’t even remember her name. Then again, I don’t think she ever told me. Anyway, I could really use a blow job right now. For some reason, I was would tight.

I took another drag off of my joint and unzipped my jeans. I didn’t make it a habit of jerking off when I had all of this pussy available to me, but I wasn’t in the mood to listen to another chick whine about seeing me again.

I freed my cock, already hard and hot, the pre-cum oozing from the tip. I grabbed a few tissues from the box nearby and began to stroke my cock furiously. Images of Lindsey on all fours in front of me while I pounded hard into her filled my mind. I groaned when I released my load into the tissue, my heart racing.

There was a knock on the door. “You’re on in five.”

“I’ll be right out,” I called back, cleaning up and buttoning my pants. I drank the rest of my beer and took one last hit before I left my room.

I walked past Lindsay on the way to the stage, talking to another reporter, but she didn’t notice me. Her back was to me and my eyes were drawn to the curve of her ass in those jeans. I would love to peel those off of her and sink my teeth into the flesh there.

Hands off.Damn, if I had to keep reminding myself of that, it was going to be a long tour.

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LINDSEY

Well, that didn’t go very well, did it?

I had just met Cane Stephens, the hottest singer in rock music right now, and not only were my conversation skills less than stellar, he didn’t seem too interested in talking to me anymore.

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