Ignoring their exchange, I shove a few fries in my mouth and head backstage to practice my moves, but the entire time I’m prepping to go on, my mind is fixated on the raven-haired beauty I intend to make mine.
There isn’t a single thing I want in this world more than to be a good father to little droid, but that all hinges on Samantha thinking I’m a suitable partner.
In more than just the bedroom.
Vanessa comes into the backstage area with the woman from the bar area. Despite how disheveled her blonde hair is, it shines in the bright lights of the back room. She looks familiar, though I can’t place her.
They walk over to Natasha, who looks surprised to see her. My heart lurches when the girl begins crying, and I have to look away because it’s hard to see a woman in such distress.
Natasha walks the distraught woman over to the VIP area, which is only a few feet away from me, and I get a better look at her.
I know for a fact I’ve seen her before, but I can’t place her.
My phone pings, and I pull it out, expecting it to be an update from my sister. When I see that it’s Samantha, my heart all but pounds out of my chest.
A picture fills my screen of my curvy droid momma wearing the BB-8 bra and panty set I sent her. Her tits look like they’re about to explode out the top, and her stomach looks slightly more protruded.
In other words, she’s perfect.
And the text she sends tells me my patience has paid off.
Samantha:And here I thought you were becoming derelict with your duties.
Be chill.
Don’t overreact.
I combat the urge to immediately message back, proclaiming my undying devotion to her.
My situation is precarious, at best. A house of cards.
I can’t afford to fuck this up.
Another text bubble appears, indicating that Samantha has a follow-up text, and I swear to God, my limbs go numb from the sheer amount of blood now rushing to my cock.
Samantha:Maybe I’ll let you make that up to me…
The text is accompanied by reservations to a hotel, scheduled two nights from now, near where we’ll be playing.
Carl barks from across the room, indicating it’s time to get ready.
Tonight, every woman in the audience is Samantha, and my moves are pure fire. Gone is my anxiety, and for the first time in weeks, I feel like I can breathe again.
Time flies, and I’m soon back at the bus, grabbing three sausages from the bin, destroying them each in quick succession.
The blonde exits the bus, her face marred by sadness. Carl is allowing her to travel with us for a few days as long as she keeps the bus clean and I can’t say it’s a bad idea with how exhausted Vanessa has been lately.
She nibbles on a sausage, her throat jumping with every swallow.
I know I’ve seen her before. Somewhere.
I rack my brain trying to place her, but the memory is just out of reach.
My phone pings and I’m delighted to see another message from Samantha.
Samantha:Are you going to make me beg?
My girl doesn’t beg, which means she’s desperate.
