“Yeah. Well,sort of. Grace was worried about ya. Out there on the road, playin’ rock star.”
“Any time youwanna join me, just let me know,” I said.
Flea chuckled.“Some of us have to hold down the fort while you’re gone. Some of us haveresponsibilities.”
“Shit, I neverthought I’d hear the day when you and the word ‘responsibilities’ would beuttered in the same breath.”
“How ’bout thewords, fuck and you?”
I laughed. “Thatsounds more like it.”
“Be careful outthere. That’s from Grace, by the way.”
“Oh, yeah,what’s your message?”
“Eat my choad.”
“Thanks forcallin’,” I said, still laughing as we hung up.
I stripped downand headed to the shower, unable to stop the images of Melody’s curvy bodyflashing through my mind, causing my dick to grow uncomfortably hard. I soapedup and wrapped my hand around the shaft, squeezing as I worked the length.
Fuck, I couldalmost taste her pussy on my lips as I worked my cock, faster and faster,harder and harder, until I finally found relief, my cum mixing with the hotwater.
I stood for afew seconds and tried to catch my breath, then finished my shower, finallyfalling into bed, but not easily finding sleep.
Melody
FanFest is oneof my favorite parts ofevery tour. I always look forward to connecting with the self-proclaimed“Morganites” who gather from all around the country. Some of them even travel fromother countries. Meeting my listeners face-to-face means everything to me, andI use each encounter as fuel on the days when I feel I have nothing left in thetank.
The grandballroom of the Albuquerque Hilton Hotel was in full swing as this tour’s FanAppreciation Day entered into its second hour. Legendary DJ Swineface kept thedance floor bumpin’ and Vick kept the crowd entertained as the event’s MC.Morganites mixed and mingled, competed in trivia games, shared artwork, bootlegrecordings, even fan fiction. It was always exhilarating and humbling to seehow invested in my music my listeners were. These were the people I wrote mysongs for, and today was the day I got to look them in the eyes and tell themso.
The line to mymeet and greet booth snaked around the perimeter of the ball room and out thedoor. I glanced at my watch. Five minutes before my first scheduled break andit couldn’t come soon enough. I’d been pounding water all day and I needed topee so bad my eyeballs were floating. Plus, my hand was starting to cramp fromsigning autographs and I was hoping Train would massage it for me. Really, anyexcuse for him to touch me at this point was fine with me. I could feel myselfbeing drawn closer and closer to him with each passing day. Time spent awayfrom him getting harder for me to manage.
While I waitedfor Brandy to usher the next group of fans to the table, I scanned the crowd,stopping on a pretty teenage girl standing completely still at the edge of thedance floor. Her total lack of movement causing her to stand out in anotherwise sea of frenetic energy. Her skin was pale, and her blonde hair hungdown past her shoulders. She was wearing a t-shirt from my Rage tour and herface was stuck in a permanent half smile that sent chills down my spine.Thinking perhaps she was shy or maybe a little starstruck, I waved hello toher, but she remained motionless.
Brandy leanedin, pulling my attention away from the girl. “Just a few more autographs andwe’ll take a break.”
“Sure,” I said.Looking, but no longer seeing the creepy blonde anywhere.
I finished upwith the last few signings, and Brandy signaled to Vick.
“Okay all youmega maniacal Melody Morganites, let me hear you make some noise!” Vick’s voiceboomed through the PA system, and the crowd went wild. “I think you can dobetter than that fan fest family!” he shouted, and they yelled even louder.“Melody is gonna take a quick break, but don’t worry she’ll be back soon. Inthe meantime, Swineface is gonna keep this party moving.”
While MC Vickwas instructing the crowd, I slipped through the pipe and drape and headed downthe hallway towards our private lounge. As I walked down what was supposed tobe a secured corridor, I swore I saw the same blonde girl from before passthrough the intersecting hallway ahead, but by the time I got there, she wasnowhere in sight.
I made it to thelounge and found one of Chip’s team posted at the door.
“Have you seen agirl with blonde hair in this hallway?” I asked.
“No, Ma’am.”
“Hmmmm. Sheprobably got lost. Keep an eye out for her just in case, would ya?”
“Yes, of coursema’am.”
I opened thelounge door to find Train, Puddin, and a motorcycle. Or should I say, most of amotorcycle.
“What’s this?” Iasked.
