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-Alisa and Cameron
Eric was already on stage when they walked through the door. She felt a twinge between her legs as she looked at him. She was going to fuck the hell out of him tonight; partly because he was hot sex on a platter, and partly because she felt guilty for flirting with Nick.
Partly because Nick was making her horny as hell.
But she refused to acknowledge that part.
Jess and Allison waved at him as they made a beeline to the bathroom. Once inside she checked her hair. She was glad she decided to wear it down, flowing over her shoulders. It looked good with the tight red dress she decided to wear. Turning to see her back, she was pleased at how her ass looked with the dress stopping just below it.
“Want a line?” Allison asked.
“Hell, yeah. Thanks.”
Jess bent over and sniffed six lines off the sink.
“So, Allison. What’s the deal with Nick?”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s that mobster I’ve heard about, right?”
Allison looked around the bathroom nervously.
“Jess, please don’t ask or talk about his business, ok? Yes, he’s who you think he is, but that is all you ever need to know. If you keep digging for answers, eventually you’ll find them. He’s trouble, so please don’t get caught up. Please? It’s for your own good.”
She looked at Allison and acknowledged she understood, without saying a word.
“Thank you for trusting me. Besides, you have the hottest fucking guy in New York as your bitch. Why are you even worried about Nick?”
“Good question.” Jess laughed and dabbed her lips.
They left the bathroom and found their way to the bar. Eric had finished his set and was talking to a group of groupies. Several of them were almost humping him right there in the bar.
She hated every last one of them and fantasized about killing them. Often.
She understood they came with the territory. Eric wasn’t the first rock guy she dated. Hell, she dated actual famous rock gods before him, so she knew the game quite well. No fucking groupies in your home state, but what happened on the road, stayed on the road. Yeah, she got it, alright.
It didn’t mean she had to like it.
“Want a drink?”
“I’d like two Long Islands, please Danny.” Jess said to the bartender.
“On the bands tab, Jess?” Danny asked.
“Of course.” She grinned at him and winked.
Danny handed them their drinks and she slammed one back, staring at the girls all over Eric. Amy had joined them and even from there Jess could see her hands all over Eric’s back. She really couldn’t stand that bitch.
“That dress outlines your bottom nicely.” Jess didn’t turn around. She’d recognize that voice anywhere.
“I’m surprised you came.”
“And miss the chance to observe your ass with no panty lines?” Nick walked up and stood behind her, so that her back leaned into his chest.
“And just so you know, I came several times before I got here, sweetness. Every time I imagined what your lips would feel like around my cock.” Nick gave her a hooded glance as she felt his semi-erect hardness jut against her back.
“Besides. I had to size up my competition, kid.”
He took a sip of his whiskey and stared right at Eric with a look she was very uncomfortable with.“You have no competition, Nick.” She hoped he would stop before things got out of hand. Nick chuckled.
“I’m glad you see things my way.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
“What I know is you apparently have bigger things to worry about.” He gestured to Eric and Amy, who had her arms tightly wound around Eric’s neck. Eric’s hands rested comfortably on her ass.
“Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but that’s your man, right? Because it looks like he’s wearing someone else’s brand right now.”
Jess’ gaze narrowed. She had seen enough. She was even more pissed Nick witnessed it too. She slammed her empty glassdown, storming up to them both. She heard Nick, somewhere in the background calling her, but she ignored him.
When she reached them she pushed Amy out of the way, wrapping her arms around Eric. He bent to kiss her, not even noticing her scowl.
“Hey, baby. This is Amy. Amy, this is my girlfriend Jess.”
“We know each other, Eric.”
“Oh that’s right, Amy works at Takers too. Small world, eh?” Eric laughed, totally oblivious to the tension between the two women.
Jesus, he could be a fucking moron when he was drunk. Not to mention high.
Always a winning combination.
“How’s it going, Jess?” Amy’s smile was syrupy sweet, celebratory. And as fake as her silicone breasts. Jess resisted the urge to knife her right in the fucking throat.
Nick walked up and put his arms around Amy. Jess found herself growing angrier at the sight of the two of them. What the hell was this? Why was she feeling more jealous of Nick and Amy, than her own man?
“Ready to go Amy? My dick is hard and needs your assistance.”
Amy giggled. “Sure thing, Daddy.” Jess looked from Amy to Nick.
Did this bitch just call him Daddy?
Nick glanced at Jess briefly, and acted like Eric didn’t exist. Eric was too high to even notice the slight. “I’ll leave you to your…boyfriend.” He chuckled at her murderous expression.
“See ya, kid.”
Jess stared at the two of them and frowned as they walked away.
Nick noticed her reaction and smirked, pleased with himself.
He had watered the little seed he planted. Now it was time to watch it grow.