A Little Bit Dirty - Jenika Snow Page 0,12
considered himself a strong man, but she could have crushed him with a few words. He was weak in that regard.
Changing the subject sounded like the best move right now. “Over there is our opening act, Black Pearl. They are a band out of Detroit that started in the lead singer’s basement.”
“Just like Twisted Feather.” She turned and looked up at him, this small smile playing across her face.
He nodded and smiled. “Yeah. They’re touring with us, and I just know that they’ll be hitting it big. They have this original sound to them, like a mix of metal, folk, and classic rock. It’s crazy good shit.”
She opened her mouth to respond, but before a word could leave her mouth there was this little squeal that came from behind him.
“Oh. My. God. I cannot believe I am standing right in front of Jacks Lorde.”
He turned and looked down at the blonde girl, probably fresh out of high school. She was wearing the same outfit as the majority of the women here: cropped top, no bra, and shorts tiny enough that her ass was probably nearly hanging out. “Hey.” He smiled down at her. She may not do anything sexually for him, but she was a fan, and he didn’t snub them.
“Oh. My. God.” She said again, and her cheeks started to turn red. “I just seriously can’t believe I am here right now. I’ve seen like every concert Twisted Feather has performed in Colorado.” She started waving her hands in front of her face and glanced over her shoulder.
Jacks followed her gaze and saw a group of three girls whispering to each other and acting like typical teenagers that he saw countless times at these parties. Where they even found the majority of these people was beyond him. But he never turned his back on them, even if some got a little fanatic.
“Listen, I’m a little embarrassed to ask for this, but,” she glanced over at her friends once more, “can I have your autograph?”
“Sure.” He reached in his back pocket for the Sharpie he always carried, and uncapped it. Before he could ask her name, she had her top pulled down over her chest. Her tits bounced free, and he heard Tanner choke on her beer. Looking at her over his shoulder, he gave her an apologetic smile. God, she was totally not used to these blatant actions, and he had thrust her in it because he had been a selfish bastard. He didn’t have to ask her to come back to the hotel, and didn’t have to mention her staying at the hotel.
“Can you make it out to ‘your number one fan, Brittany’?” The blonde moved her finger over her breast. “Right here.” She thrust her chest out, and he quickly scribbled his name and the message on her boobs. She squealed loudly and launched herself in his arms. Before he could react she was moving away from him and bouncing over to her friends.
He looked over at Tanner who had her attention on the girl that just left. “Sorry about that. I guess I should have warned you that tits and asses are one of the main autographed body parts at these parties.” He ran his hand over the back of his neck and looked around. All out debauchery was happening. Girls grinding their shit on guys, booze being drunk in copious amounts, and this was only the beginning.
Tanner finished off her beer and cleared her throat. “I think I’ve only seen that stuff actually happen in movies.” She still had those wide blue eyes trained right on him, but then she started laughing and shook her head. “That was crazy. I mean she just whipped those suckers out like there weren’t a hundred people crammed in here.”
Jacks was glad she was at least smiling over it. But he had to remind himself that she didn’t know that he was uncomfortable with that shit because she was around. If she wasn’t here and that happened he would have signed, and maybe even taken the girl up on an offer for a quick fuck in the bathroom if the opportunity presented itself. But having Tanner standing right beside him, smelling that floral scent of her perfume even more than the spilled alcohol and sweat that mixed in the air, made him feel off kilter and almost embarrassed by the blatant sexuality thrown his way. Yeah, he would probably be called pussy-whipped, but he didn’t give a fuck.
“Lap dance.