Mike felt the heat of the lights as sweat poured down his face... his hands clenched the plastic handle of the microphone, and he felt his hair sticking to the back of his neck as he finished the last chorus of the night, he heard the pounding of the drums... the beating rhythm of the bass, the steely shriek of the guitar...
He felt the floor vibrate beneath him as he kept time with his feet.... he saw the swaying crowd... felt their energy pour through him warmed with the support of thousands of screaming fans... energized... even through the extreme fatigue that always accompanied a full night of performing he silently swore at the hot leather that rubbed his skin... stuck in place by the sweat and the heat... chaffing and rubbing... 3 more minutes and he'd be done... off-stage and outta that hot sticky costume....he fought the urge to rub the sweat from his cheeks as the trickle of sweat ran down them... never rub the make-up... no matter what... but damn it was tempting...hooooooooooooooooooooo... good night... I love you all....The curtain came down as he charged off the stage... darting into the dark wings...he smiled at the young man at the ropes pulling hard ... another day gone... another city to leave behind... but not yet... time now to go and collapse in a heap in his dressing room waiting for the crowds to leave.... he though wistfully of the bed in the hotel.. the pillow... a long hot bath.. all of the things his aching body yearned for....
his body shuddered at the sudden stillness when he stopped at the top of the stairs that would lead down to the dressing rooms... after 2 hours of constant movement... standing still seemed to create a shock to his system that he never could quite get used to. He heard a voice behind him and turned to face the mountainous man that walked toward him... Stan Givins was hurrying (if his rumbling walk could ever really be called hurrying) towards him... hand outstretched "Great show!!!! Fantastic!!!!" Stan grabbed his hand that had remained limp at his side and shook it violently.... Mike's arm moved with the motion but didn't respond of it's own... muscles too tired to even manage the simplest of formalities. A weak smile was the most that Mike could generate as he nodded his thanks and attempted to turn to walk toward the stairs... "Just one thing Mr. Jackson."
Why was it that promotion agents always had 'just one more thing'? Mike started to raise his hand in a plea to be spared anymore activity that night, but Stan charged right into his request without so much as acknowledging Mike's plea... "There's a group down front that I'd like to bring back here... good publicity for ya boy." Mike cringed... 'boy'? Who did this jerk think he was anyways? "Not now Stan, please... I really just wanna sit down, my damn feet are so tired I can't feel them." Again Mike turned to head to the stairs but Stan collared him. "Well hell boy... you can sit down... I'll bring them back to the room." Stan turned to hurry away and Mike just stood there... unable to speak at the unbelievable audacity of the man that was now almost to the corridor that led to the audience... "damn" Mike opened the door to his dressing room... wanting desperately to remove the heavy wet leather, and the melted make-up... not now, damn, that would have to wait... how long he wondered before he'd be able to finally get to relax... He wished desperately that he had not decided to do this tour after all... he had sworn before that he wouldn't... why did he always seem to give in... what was it about this life on the road? Living out of suitcases...eating in crummy diners, nameless hotel rooms, nameless cities, seas of faces he would never know... boring interviews, planes, trains, and automobiles... long days of rehearsing, long nights of performing... and now not even the ability to rest for a few minutes...the door opened and Stan loomed in the entry... behind him a small group of faces peered past him, trying to catch their first glimpse of their idol... Mike smiled... attempting with great bravado to hide his fatigue... he was getting too damned old for this... his mind was swimming with every thought imaginable to excuse himself from this torture...Stan entered the room followed by his strange little entourage... all of them beaming with excitement... "Mike this is a group of your most loyal fans... they have won the contest and are here to meet you like we arranged." Mike rummaged through his mind desperate to remember something about the 'contest' Stan was talking about... The first in the group pulled up a camera and the flash lit up the already bright room and Mike winced at the glare in his eyes.... 'great'... but the smile remained... a couple of the girls giggled, but one, standing in the back, reserved, shy, almost timid... seemed embarrassed by the display of total lack of concern for the man before them... "It's awfully nice to meet you all." Mike heard the words and knew it was him who was speaking, but his mind was on autopilot now... another performance... one he had pretty well memorized... not much to think about - thankfully. After several minutes of more handshaking, and picture snapping... Stan moved to disperse the group... that was the extent of their 'prize' and Mike was grateful that the ordeal was about to end... as the headed towards the door he couldn't help but be taken by the pretty little brunette, the shy one. She had hardly spoken a word the entire time they had been there... but neither had she fawned on him... pawed at him.. snapped blinding bolts of light at him... she was small, kind of heavy, but fragile looking at the same time... almost like a harsh word would break her in two.
He put his hand on her shoulder as the others walked out the door, oblivious to the fact that one of their group remained behind, and he closed the door behind them... in front of her. Come on in... please. Somewhere in the back of his mind, his tired, weary brain was screaming at him, but he ignored it and even attempted to block out the beginnings of a head ache that threatened to begin pounding his temples... "Have a seat..." he pointed to the over-stuffed chairs that surrounded the dressing area. "If you don't mind though... I HAVE to get outta this freakin suit and make-up. "I'll leave you then. I appreciate your letting us come back here and say Hi." she began to back nervously to the door. "Please... just give me a minute. Sit!" He laughed as he commanded her to sit and she dropped to a chair... almost missing the padded seat to land on the floor... thankfully she had caught herself and managed to wiggle back into the chair before she did. The water ran hot in the shower and he peeled off the costume that now had a very unpleasant odor from the dried sweat... sweat and leather was NOT a good combination. He made a mental note to throttle Chloe, his costume designer for coming up with that hot, tight contraption. He smeared his face with the white cream that would dissolve the grease paint that covered his skin, and he tried to run his fingers through his hair to untangle it, a hopeless cause, he picked at it until he was satisfied that it wouldn't turn into a knotted mess in the water and stepped into the running water.... AAAHHHHHHHHHH, bliss. He heard a knocking on the door, his eye-brows raised to think that she might just be that bold... this timid little thing that had seemed so shy? Maybe.. hummmm, so much for first impressions. Not a horrible thought, just a little surprising. He opened the shower door far enough to let him talk out of it..."Yes?" "Excuse me... I'm sooooo sorry. Oh my God... I'm so embarrassed, but... well..." Mike stifled a laugh.. "it's okay... what is it you need?" "Well.. my ride... ummmm... I was with the others..." A crooked smirk appeared on Mike's face... her ride huh? Okay... still shy. "Hey baby girl... don't worry, we'll get you home. Okay? Is there anything else?" "No." the soft reply almost faded into the music of the water as it splashed against him... "Okay then. I'll be out in a minute." He felt rejuvenated by the warm water and his muscles didn't hurt quite so bad...
the door closed slowly as if desperate not to disturb him any more. Quickly he turned the water off and stepped out into the bathroom that had developed a chill from the door opening and releasing the steam... A shiver ran up his spine. He took a rag and wet it, beginning to remove the cream that had not showered off at the same time the heavy make-up beneath mixed in with the cream came off, revealing the tender brown skin beneath... his brown eyes stared back at him in the mirror, tired, but still bright, the nights still young, he told himself.. his mind smarting back at him... but you're not!!!! Get some damned sleep! He shook his head and looked at the mirror again, this time his mind remained silent... 'good boy' he smiled and wrapped a towel around his waist... nope... that was too bold... he threw the towel down and grabbed a robe off the hook on the back of the door. Better. He walked out into the large, dressing room that was crammed with trunks of costumes and accessories... Looking over at the chair where the woman sat, alarmed and stunned into silence (not that she had been all that noisy before) he smiled again and held out his hand... "Let's start over. Hello... My name is Mike." She hesitantly held out her hand and took his in it, her entire arm shook mildly with the excitement and the confusion... was this the same man? Of course it was, but... "It's okay. It's still me." he was accustomed to the momentary shock that accompanied the first realization that most of what they were used to was make-up, and lights. It wasn't really that he looked that much different, but at the same time it was... amazing, even to himself, sometimes, what a little grease could do. He had always been fascinated by it, now it provided him merciful relief from the glow of the public spot-light... almost an anonymity. "I hope you don't mind my getting more comfortable... I really couldn't have taken it a moment longer." She shook her head, her mind having become accustomed to the new look and deciding it was a good thing. Mike flopped down on the couch in the room and patted the material by his side.... "Come on... I don't bite." She slowly sat down at his side and they talked... for an hour, then a knock at the door announced it time for him to leave... time to go to the hotel... time to relax.. his mind screamed hallelujah... and at the same time was disappointed... would she come with? Hummmmm, she didn't look like she would be brave enough... maybe... probably better not to pose it as a question... just a statement "Okay... we'll be right there." Grabbing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt he turned and spoke "Just a sec while I put this stuff on and we'll head over to the hotel... the crowds gone, it's safe now." He didn't give her a chance to say no... he quickly disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door. Re-appearing fully dressed he reached out and grabbed her arm... "Let's go!" happy that she obediently followed him... supposing she didn't have too much choice with no ride waiting for her. He stood aside as the chauffeur opened the door on the big black car and he let her enter it's inner confines first, following stiffly after... okay... so his muscles were alittle sore still... damn... they hardly spoke a word during the short drive from the stadium to the hotel he feared for a minute she had fallen asleep, or maybe it was him that had nodded off, but they pulled up to the front of the hotel before they had even left the parking lot it seemed.... the door opened and he got out, holding out his hand to aid her in climbing out of the car. She smiled up at him... she really was beautiful in a sweet sugary kinda of way. They walked quickly into the lobby, only an occasional glance in their direction as they made their way toward the elevators and the doors closed behind them. Silence again as the box lurched to move up the floors until it arrived at it's destination, coming again to an almost painful lurch as it stopped... and the door glided open. They moved down the hall to the entrance to his room, she still followed him almost in a trance. Mike pushed the door open and stood back, motioning for her to enter. She looked at him shyly and did. "Go ahead and have a seat, make yourself at home... Would you like anything to drink?" He asked as he poured himself a coke from the refrigerator, and then retrieved another glass for the coke she had requested. He handed the drink to her and sat down, continuing the conversation right where he had left off back at the arena, as if they had never left... she giggled... "What's so funny?" He put the glass down on the table beside the couch and grabbed her waist.... "What's so funny girl?" She laughed harder... "Well you're gonna tell me what's so hilarious, or I'm gonna have to torture it outta ya." She squirmed to escape his fingers as they tickled her sides... "Nooooooo...." she pleaded.... "Stop..." hahahaha...."Okay." He sat back and looked at her. "Noooooooooooo......." "Don't stop." she looked at him and bless her heart she didn't look shy anymore.. in fact... damned if there wasn't a hint of trouble there in those dark blue eyes, he had never seen eyes that color before, not quite that shade of blue, rimmed in black with a hint of green in the middle... mesmerizing he leaned forward and took her chin in his hand... "Well, if tickling won't work, maybe this will." and he kissed her pale red lips tasting her as his tongue found it's way into her mouth. Feeling it's way around, as his hands did their share of feeling their way around. He moved in closer still until he was melded to her side and was surprised to feel her hands doing a little expedition of their own. He felt them move along the soft cotton of his T-shirt, and over the rough denim on his thigh... alittle to the right the words ran through his mind but he didn't voice his anxiousness, he knew soon he wouldn't have to, it was becoming obvious, almost painfully so as he filled the material of his jeans. His arms circled her and his hands pulled at the material of her shirt as it loosened from the waistband of her pants and he ran his hands up along the smooth skin of her back. His fingers deftly working the clasp at the back of her bra and felt it release... her eyes widened abit for a second in surprise at his dexterity... He smiled inside the kiss but never removed his lips from hers and she relaxed again, becoming bolder still her hands finally hit pay-dirt and he thrilled at her touch even through the hard jean material. His free hand quickly coming to her aide and releasing the button and zipper, she took over from there with amazing assuredness. He felt his stiff hard dick released from it's prison and her hand around it, that was a good thing. As she massaged him, he gripped her tighter and stood pulling her with him and moving toward the bed at the other end of the room, she stumbled half way and they both tumbled to the floor in a pile of fallen pants, open shirts, arms and legs entwined hopelessly. They rolled about and Mike fought his way out off the pants that had trapped his ankles then pushed the satin material of her pants down and off her feet with his own feet, he continued to kiss her almost violently, but she matched his enthusiasm with a force of her own that simply stunned him at the same time as captivating him. He put his hands on her thighs and pushed them apart as he moved himself inside of her legs and positioned himself, she looked up at him, innocent again, boy she was a mix of personality, innocent and shy one second, bold and forceful the next. Then a smile broke through the look of helplessness and he pushed... Her back and neck arched with the sudden intrusion, he felt her tense around him..... he moaned at the pleasure of her grip around his cock... he leaned down and took her breast in his mouth and pulled, her hands grasping the back of his head as he used his tongue to stimulate her into a frenzy of passion that exploded around his shaft as he moved in and out... he felt the mounting pressure, and he let go of her breast, kissed her mouth and the stood back on his knees, grabbing her hips with both hands and pulled her up pounding himself fully into her and as she shrieked he felt the explosion his body created with the orgasmic climax... and the release of the built up pressure as he filled her. Holding her there, still, quiet in the sudden after glow, he slowly lowered her hips back to the floor, bent to kiss her and rolled off to lay beside her on the hard floor... wiping the hair from her forehead and kissing her gently, she wrapped her arms around him and held him to her as he lay his head in the crook of her arm and dozed off to sleep... |
