My dick loses control and piss shoots upward, then sideways, all over the place.
“What the…put your hands up. Now!” a not-so-girly voice yells.
I scramble, trying to control my cock, but I can’t stop pissing. It’s pouring out of me like a fountain. I fist my dick, aiming down, but someone keeps shouting at me, and I think I hear crying.
“I said, put your hands up!”
“I’m pissing!” I glance up now that the light isn’t blocking my vision and come face-to-face with two men in blue uniforms.
“Put it away!” one yells.
“Motherfucker! He pissed on me!” the other says.
Uh-Oh.
I tuck myself into my pants and throw my hands up, no time to button my jeans, and they slide back down—boxers and all—exposing me again.
“Here, I can help,” the girl says, reaching over and tugging on my jeans.What the hell is she doing?!
I stand frozen, unsure what to do. I’m afraid to move my hands as one of the cops has what I’m pretty sure is a taser pointed at me, while the other is snarling. He must be the one I pissed on.
“Ma’am, step away from him.”
Before she has the chance, several flashes of light cross my eyes, blinding me again. “Fuck.” I sway, dizziness hitting me.
My pants are still down, a breeze blowing across my balls, and I hear the sound of cameras snapping photos.
“Get out of here!” one of the cops barks. “And, sir, pull your pants up! Christ.”
I yank my jeans up so fast I stumble forward into the other cop—Mr. Pissy Leg.
Before I can right myself, I’m thrown up against the wall, arms twisted behind my back, and cold metal cuffs slapped on my wrists. “You have the right to remain silent.”
My forehead falls to the building.
Fuck.
36
ELLIE
“Where the hell is Travis?”Calvin roars.
I scan the bar frantically for a mohawk but come up empty. I clutch my knotted stomach. Something is wrong.
Calvin snatches my arm, squeezing hard. “Hey!” I jerk away. “Don’t fucking touch me.”
“Do you hear that crowd? This is a disaster!” He punches Travis’s number in his phone for the third time in twenty-eight seconds, but it goes straight to voicemail.
“Maybe he had an emergency bathroom issue.” I try explaining possible reasons that could’ve kept Travis gone this long. He said he had to pee, but I walked by the bathroom and there was a line. I checked this entire place twice and didn’t see him anywhere.
“Yeah right,” Calvin scoffs.
“Where’s Travis?”
Penn appears backstage, while the crowd boos loudly.
“We don’t know!”
