Page 3 of Sexy Dirty Fun

I had been trying to be cool since I got here, but I still couldn’t believe I was back stage for one of the hottest tours in rock and roll this summer. Sometimes I had to pinch myself that this was my job. This was way better than the lawyer my parents had wanted me to become.

I had only been with Rolling Stone magazine for four months and wasn’t originally given this assignment. The girl who was supposed to cover it got sick and there was no one else free all summer. I was the only one who could take the time to go. Up until then, I had only written small pieces for the magazine and done a few interviews with some bands, but none as popular as the ones on this tour.

I had arrived at the press bus earlier that day and the tour manager was nice enough to show me around. I tried not to show how surprised I was by the debauchery that was going on behind the stage of Hookers and Hand Grenades. I wasn’t a prude by any stretch of the imagination; in fact, I loved sex as much as the next guy, but I was surprised the scene lived up to the cliché of drugs and sex going on backstage. My jaw dropped when I saw one guy getting head over in the corner by some groupie.

“Yeah, that’s pretty tame for back here.” Drew, the tour manager, noticed that I couldn’t stop staring. “Try to avoid this area after they get done; that’s when things really get wild.”

“I see,” I said, watching as some short girl in hooker heals and a dress that resembled dental floss walked by. I was way overdressed in my jeans and tank top. These groupies were going to get old really fast. I was pretty sure I was one of the only ladies in there with real breasts. I looked down at them; they were real and I’ve never had any complaints.

I had noticed some guy sitting alone on a chair drinking a beer. I was surprised he didn’t have a few chicks attached to him like the rest of the guys. I stopped in my tracks; wait a minute. Was that the lead singer, Cane Stephens? My friend Rebecca and I drooled over him all the time. We heard rumors he was a real asshole with the ladies, but he was still fun to look at. I didn’t give a shit either; if I had a chance to sleep with him, I would in a heartbeat.

Given his reputation, I wondered where his groupies were. I read an interview he did for a magazine once where he bragged it wasn’t uncommon for him to sleep with a few different girls every day.

Gag me. I loved sex and definitely had my share of sexy times that would make my mother want to disown me, but frequently sleeping with multiple partners daily was disgusting.

I couldn’t help but steal glances at him talked. Cane looked as even hotter in person in his raggedy jeans and black tight t-shirt. Tattoos covered his arms and he was wearing aviator shades despite being inside. His black hair was short on the sides and a little bit longer on the top where it was all messy. I bet he took longer than I did to get ready.

I watched as he took a drink of his beer and I was a little jealous of that bottle; he had the most delicious lips and I bet they could do wonderfully nasty things to my body.

I shook my head a little, clearing the dirty thoughts from my mind. I had to act professional and do my job despite the sex on a stick that was sitting nearby. I was here to prove to my family I could make it as a writer in the music industry.

I’ve loved music for as long as I could remember. I could never master playing an instrument and when I sang, dogs howled everywhere, but that didn’t curb my enthusiasm. As soon as we could drive, my best friend Rebecca and I went to every concert we could and spent more hours than I cared to admit at clubs dancing.

We both came from families that had money and neither of us wanted for anything. Most of the time my parents were very supportive of what I did. I think they hoped my love for music would go away and I would grow up and follow the career path they had in mind for me.

That didn’t happen though. In college, I majored in journalism and managed to snag a job at a major fashion magazine. While that wasn’t what I wanted, it was a step in the right direction as the parent company who owned that magazine also owned Rolling Stone.

I caught the attention of one of the editors at Rolling Stone with a piece I did on music and today’s youth. They offered me a job and I jumped at the chance. My parents still thought I was only ‘playing’ and were patronizing when I told them about the new job. When I told them about traveling with the tour this summer, they thought it was crazy.

My older brother David was a successful surgeon in New York and they always were telling me to be more like him. When I told David about this assignment, the first thing he did was ask me for tickets. He thought what I did was kick ass and even told me once he thought I was brave for doing my own thing and not what Mom and Dad said I should do.

“Where did you say you were from?” Drew said, drawing my attention from Cane. Before I looked away I swore he had been checking me out. It was hard to tell with those sunglasses on though. Besides, he could have any woman in this room; why would he be interested in me?

“Madison, Wisconsin” I replied. “But I live in LA now.”

“Cool,” he nodded with a smile. I wanted to cross my arms over my chest or tell him to quit looking down. He was sort of giving me the creeps the way he kept leering at me. I don’t think his eyes moved from my chest once when he talked to me. Yuck.

Then I finally get the much-anticipated meeting with Cane. It started out so well. Cane oozed sex and it wasn’t long before my panties were damp. Too bad we couldn’t lose Drew and have a minute alone before his show.

I was pretty tall at 5’8” but even I felt small next to him. I didn’t listen to most of their conversation; I was too busy checking him out now that he was up close. God, he was a gorgeous piece of man meat. That smile could charm the panties off a nun. No wonder women fell all over him. His voice was smooth and deep; I could listen to him talk all day. It was even sexier than when he sang.

When we shook hands, I felt a jolt of desire shoot from my nipples to between my legs. The way he said my name made my knees weak. He smelled like a combination of beer and weed. Normally that would turn me off, but on him it was sexy. I wanted to wrap my body around him.

Of course, Drew wasted no time telling him I was with Rolling Stone. He was in the business long enough and knew the reaction Cane would have when he found out I was with the press. Asshole. If he thought that would increase his chances with me, he was sorely mistaken.

My heart sank at the way Cane looked at me now. I was used to getting that reaction from people in the entertainment industry. They’re all afraid I’m going to discover some deep secret of theirs and expose it to the world.

I watched Cane walk away, biting my lip at the way his jeans hugged his ass. Damn Drew. Why did he have to wreck my chances with Cane by telling him I was a reporter? He would find out eventually, but I was hoping to get laid at least once before he would avoid me.

There was no shortage of men to sleep with on this tour, but Cane was the one I had my sights set on. I probably shouldn’t jeopardize this dream job for a few orgasms, but a woman has needs. By the way Drew kept looking at me, he was more than likely a willing participant, but tall, nerdy, perverts weren’t my thing.

“I’ll take you backstage so you can watch Hookers and Hand Grenades. They’re about to go on.” He turned and I followed him down some hallways and down a long corridor. I could hear the crowd cheering and Cane shouting at them.

Goosebumps raised on my arms in anticipation of seeing him on the stage. We finally got to the VIP section on the side of the stage, was blown away. I knew this outdoor venue was huge, but seeing it full of people that were chanting for Cane and his band was wild.

Once again, I said a little prayer of thanks to the man upstairs for having this opportunity fall into my lap. Rebecca was going to freak when she came to visit. Seeing shows like this all summer was like a dream come true.

I was mesmerized by Cane and his stage presence. He knew how to work the stage like no one I’d ever seen. He was making eye contact and pointing to different people in the crowd. His smile alone had women swooning all over the audience. It was no wonder his band had risen to popularity in such a short time.

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