Page 5 of Sexy Dirty Fun

I ignored their protests and kept going. Of course they wanted more; all the women do.

I was on the lookout for Lindsey. I wanted to see her reaction to me since she’d seen those girls sucking me off. Maybe she would be turned on and want to take her turn.

I finally found her in the hospitality tent, standing at one of the tall tables and drinking a beer. I was about to approach her when Diesel saw me.

“Hey man, what’s up?” He asked, handing me a beer. He sure was good at making sure I was never thirsty.

“Not much. Just had my dick sucked by some chicks out by all the trailers,” I grinned at him.

He chuckled and shook his head. “I was thinking of talking to her,” he admitted, nodding his head towards the red head. He must have noticed me stealing glances at Lindsey.

“What do you mean? Don’t you talk all the time now?” I asked, confused by his comment.

“No man, I meantalkto her. Ask her out on a date. Although I’m not sure how we can do that while on the road.”

“Right,” I nodded, unsure of what else to say. I was unfamiliar with this feeling of jealousy at the thought of Diesel dating Lindsey. That was crazy; what did I care? I had no interest in her past a fuck. Maybe two.

“What do you think? Do you think she’s interested?” He asked, sounding like a sixteen-year-old boy afraid to ask out a girl for the first time.

“How the fuck would I know? She seems like a frigid bitch to me, but you can do whatever you want.” I mumbled and walked away, not wanting to have this conversation anymore.

I took my beer to the VIP section on the side of the stage to watch the band playing. It was the last one of the night and I had to admit they were pretty good. The lead singer was female and hot as hell, but she was married to the drummer. I like to fuck lots of women, but I don’t touch married ones; at least ones I know are married.

After a couple of songs, I noticed Lindsey out of the corner of my eye. She was wearing a green sundress that came a few inches above her knees. It was the perfect shade to match her eyes; it was a striking contrast with the blond hair she had piled on top of her head in some sort of messy bun. She was moving her body to the music and singing along. She looked fucking amazing.

I went over to her and her eyes widened with embarrassment when she saw me. I couldn’t help but smirk and lean into her. “Did you like what you saw earlier?”

She regained her composure. “You’re a pig,” she muttered. She looked around. “Where are they? I’m surprised you don’t drag them around to get you off whenever you feel like it.”

I put a cigarette in my mouth and lit it. I took a long drag of it, blowing out the smoke before answering. “Don’t know, don’t care, but,” I grinned and pointed at her. “That’s a fabulous idea.”

“You’re disgusting,” she shook her head and turned her attention back to the stage.

We stood together watching the show. We didn’t say anything more to each other. I don’t think she really wanted to talk to me anyway after I teased her.

Admittedly I never stuck around and watch many of the other bands’ shows, especially after being on the road with them already for a few weeks, but for some reason I didn’t want to leave her side. It was sexy to watch the way she let the music take her over, singing along. She seemed to have forgotten I was even there. Did she do that when she watched my shows?

We’d been standing there when I looked down and noticed all the empty bottles around us. She had matched me beer for beer when someone came around to give us fresh ones and was still standing. Impressive. And fucking hot.

The band played their encore and said goodnight before the lights on the stage turned off. She stifled a yawn and started walking away without saying a word to me. I watched her walk, my eyes on her ass. Man, I would love to sink my teeth into it.

“Hey Cane.” A girl in a little dress came up to me, standing close enough to press her tits into my chest. Her face was caked with makeup and the perfume she was wearing over powered my nose.

“What are you doing?” She asked me, her tone almost accusing.

“Do I know you?” I asked, distracted and still trying to watch Lindsey. I wondered if she had enough to drink that she would let me in her pants.

The bottled blonde crossed her arms under her ample tits, pushing them up further so I noticed them and gave me a fake pout. “You don’t remember me from Vegas?”

“No, I don’t,” I shrugged but cringed a little inside, realizing what an asshole I sounded like.

She uncrossed her arms and held them at her side, her hands bunched into tight fists. “It’s true what they say; you are an asshole”, she said through clenched teeth.

I looked down at her and laughed. “I never admitted to being anything else. Sorry babe.” I brushed past her and hurried in the direction I last saw Lindsey.

I checked the hospitality tent but didn’t see her. Maybe she was going back to the press bus. I had to catch her before she went inside.

I headed to the direction of the buses, trying not to look like I was hurrying. I didn’t chase women and I wasn’t about to start tonight. I finally spotted her in the distance. She was walking slowly and I wondered if the beers she had during the show affected more than I realized.

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