Another Goo Story
By: Rebekah Parham
-16-
We completed the tour. The guys were finally getting to record their first album. I was so happy for them. We had arrived in LA nearly a month ago. The boys had been so busy writing and recording that we hardly saw each other, but I did get phone calls on all the progress they were making on the album. I convinced Reagan to move out to California. She was tired of being alone in Buffalo so it didn't take a whole lot of persuasion. I met her at the airport, and things went straight back to the way they always were. She asking me if I had behaved myself, and me asking her if she had lightened up any. It was so good to finally be able to see her and talk to her at the same time. The first night she was here we stayed up all night talking like adolescent teenagers. I told her about the tour, conveniently leaving out some parts, and she told me about the things that happened in Buffalo while I was gone.
There was a knock on our door early Saturday morning. Reagan and I both stumbled to the door. As soon as the door was unlocked Robby, John and George came busting through. Robby shoved something in my hand and I looked down to see what it was. It was their first CD.
"We finished it," Robby said brimming with pride. "You have to be the first to hear it"
We put the CD on and everybody listened. When it was over I walked around giving everyone a hug and kiss. "I am so proud of you guys."
"This would have never happened if it wasn't for you, Kayla. We want you to know just how much we appreciate everything you did for us," Robby said standing before me.
"Yeah, not everybody would be willing to strip so we could have money to eat," George laughed.
Reagan's eyes became as big as saucers, "You did what?!" she yelled.
I hadn't told her about the pool hall or me striping for money. "I was going to tell you but I figured you would react badly," I said trying to calm her down.
"How could you guys let her do that?" Reagan said to John, Robby, and George.
"Since when does anybody let Kayla do anything? In my experience she pretty much does whatever the hell she wants," John said testily drawing everyone's attention.
Throwing a glance in John's direction I said, "Reagan, they didn't know I was going to do it until I was on stage."
"Promise me you won't do that again," Reagan said
"I will tell you the same thing I told Robby when he asked me to do that...I won't make a promise that I don't know if I can keep"
"What does that mean?"
"It means that if I hadn't done that we all wouldn't be here today. They wouldn't have just spent the last two months in a recording studio, and I wouldn't have been able to make my dreams happen either." I said passionately. "Everything I did, I did because I wanted these guys and myself to succeed, and I'm not sorry for any of it."
"Changing the subject...." Robby said
"Yes, please do," I told him.
"We are going back on tour," Robby announced. Again throwing my arms around Robby, I said, "That's great. When are you leaving?"
George stood up and came over to where we were standing, "You mean, when are we leaving?" he said
"We you mean I am going with you?" I said dumbfoundedly. All the thought of the last tour flooded my memory. I loved these guys and I would do anything to help them succeed but I didn't know if I was ready to be packed back into a cargo van for the next few months.
"Of course you are, silly, and Reagan too if she wants," Robby said beaming "But this time we are going to travel in style, bus, roadies, everything. We won't have to share beds anymore."
That made me feel some what better, and the thought of Reagan being able to go too made my spirits soar. I knew with her around that she wouldn't let me do anything stupid. I turned to look at Reagan, giving her a pleading expression and said, "You can't let me go again by myself."
"Well, it would be cool to be on tour with a real band. Oh, what the hell, you only live once right,." Reagan said tossing her hands up in submission.
Running over to her I through my arms around her, "Thank you. You will have a good time." I turned back to the guys, "When do we leave?"
-17-
The tour bus was much nicer than the cargo van. We each had our own bunks, and room to walk around. Two other people were joining us on this tour, Tony and Jason. They would both help set up the equipment and drive the bus. First few days were uneventful. We were all getting back into the routine of being in a different city almost every night. The album had been released but it wasn't doing too well on the chart, but we hadn't given up hope yet. The guys would still get on stage every night and play their hearts out. They had played for 6 nights straight and finally had an off day. We decided to go to a bar that was right across the street from the hotel we were staying.
We laughed as Robby was telling a story about the first time he and John met. George was the first person to excuse himself from our group when he went off with a girl he had met. The rest of us decided to stay and we finished off another round of drinks. By now we were all pretty out of it. Reagan, not being a heavy drinker, decided that she was ready to go back to the hotel and await her impending hangover. Robby volunteered to walk with her back to the hotel.
Getting up from her chair Reagan looked down at us, "Can you two be trusted to spend some time alone without any blood shed?"
John and I looked at each other and nodded our heads. We watched Reagan and Robby leave and then ordered another round. "I have never seen a girl that could hold her liquor the way you do," John said as he watched me down another shot of tequila.
"It comes from years of practice" I said right before we were interrupted.
A young guy that looked to be in his mid to late twenties comes over to me and sat down beside me. "I'm Ken. I noticed that you've been drinking tequila. My friend and I have a friendly wager going to see who can get a girl to do a few body shots with us. Think you might be interested?" he asked.
"No..."
"Sure..." John and I both answered at the same time.
Ken looked from me to John, "Well, what's it going to be? Are you going to listen to your warden over there or are you going to decide for yourself?"
"I think I can make my own choices, thank you very much," I said standing up and walking towards the bar.
I stuck out my arm and Ken preceded to lick my wrist. He poured the salt on it and licked again, gulped down the shot and retrieved the lime that I was holding with my teeth. After a few more shots together it was my turn to do the drinking. I licked his wrist just as he had done mine, downed the shot and was reaching up to get the lime when I felt John grab my wrist. Before I knew it, John had picked me up and thrown me over his shoulder walking out of the club with me.
"What the hell..."
"Kayla, if I were you, I wouldn't say anything right now."
"Well, you're not me, now put me down," before I could get the last words out of my mouth I was dumped in the lobby of our hotel. Thankfully everyone had retired for the evening and no one was around to see our scene. Angry, I jumped up, "You could have broken my leg or my back...."
"Do your parents sleep at night?" John asked.
His question that seemed to come out of nowhere confused me, "What?"
"Do your parents sleep at night?" he repeated himself.
"I don't see why they wouldn't," I replied. "What does whether or not my parents sleep at night have to do with you dropping me on my ass?"
Stepping so close that I felt suffocated I retreated a step for every step he took. "Because if you were my daughter and I saw you do what you just did in that bar I wouldn't be able to sleep until I had turned you over my knee. That's probably part of your problem, you were given everything all of your life and never made to follow any rules, except of course, your own," he sneered.
"Well I'm not your daughter and it's not your place to set rules for me," I said turning away from him.
He grabbed my arm and swung me around to face him, "I'm going to make it my place," he said dragging me to a chair that was in the corner of the lobby.
My mouth dropped open in shock at what he intended to do, "John, you can't do this, I will scream..." I landed so hard across his knees that it knocked the breath out of me.
"Scream if you want, but let me assure you that it won't stop me. It will only draw a crowd to watch," he said as his hand connected with my bottom.
Determined not to make a sound, I pressed my lips together and waited for the spanking I was about to receive. His hand came across my back side and I realized that he wasn't joking. The man was actually spanking me. When John set me up right, I swung at him across the face. He caught my hands and tucked them behind my back. Looking into his eyes that were so cool, and collected he started laughing. "You think what you just did is funny? I could have you arrested, put in jail, or...."
"Or what? Are you willing to tell people that you are twenty-two years old and you just got a well deserved spanking. Trust me, sweetheart, there is not a judge in this entire state that would convict me," he said amused.
"You are a dreadful bastard, and I hate you"
"Hate me, do you really? And here all this time I thought we had a fun game of fore-play going on between us."
"Trust me, that is just wishful thinking on your part, I would rather share my bed with every man in the state of California than have you touch me," I said repulsed by his insinuations.
My comment seemed to make him mad, because the smirk on his face quickly faded. "Is that so?" he asked
"Yes"
"Well you know there is one way we can find out for sure," he said, bringing his lips down on mine. He still held my hand behind my back, but he had loosened his grip some. Sensations started to spread through both of us, he finally released my arms but instead of trying to push him away I wrapped them around his neck. He moved his head and looked into my eye, "Looks like you were wrong, sweetheart, it seems you do want me," he said.
Enraged that he had done that just to prove me wrong, I stood up on my tip toes and kissed him pressing my body against him just as he had done to me. When I heard him groan into my mouth, I pulled away, "Looks like I'm not the only one who wants something they can't have," I said smugly. Then I untangled my self from him and sauntered toward the elevator. I could feel his stare on my back as I walked away.
"You are such a bitch" I heard him say.
Turning to look back at him "Yes, but I'm a bitch you want and will never have," I said stepping into the elevator.
-18-
The incident between Kayla and John had caused friction in their business relationship, once again. Despite the friction between them they managed to keep there sexually charged fights private. On the bus where no one could hear, in the back of clubs, the supermarket, anywhere they found themselves alone. Kayla enjoyed her run ins with John, knowing that she was the driving him crazy now.
I had just finished up the last of my paper work when John hoped on the bus. I looked up and then right back down "Get everything set up?"
"Yep" he said laying down in his bunk.
"Where is everyone else?" I asked when no one else came on board.
"They went to get something to eat. You could probably catch up with them if you want." he said.
"No, I'm fine. What about you, why aren't you eating? You're not getting sick are you?" I asked..
Sticking his head out of the bunk he said, "Would you care?"
Shrugging my shoulders I responded with, "Not really, but I think it would hurt the band if you died."
Laughing he said, "No chance in that happening, sweetheart, then you might actually think you had won this game."
Returning his laugh, I said, "Is there any doubt in your mind that I won't win? I am the one who gets to decide whether you're going to get lucky or not."
Getting out of the bunk and walking toward me, I stood up and leaned against the table. "What do you think your businessman boyfriend would say if he knew of your little shenanigans?"
"Zack, isn't my boyfriend, we are just good friends." .
"Do you honestly think he likes you?" John asked.
"Why wouldn't he? You seem to like me well enough," I commented running my hand down the front of his shirt.
He watched my hand as it drifted lower, "But I'm just an ignorant musician, what the hell do I know?" he said capturing my hand.
"I could have Zack if I wanted him, but I don't. He just seems to like my business ability."
"I don't believe it was your business ability that caught his eye. It may have something to do with your body and sassy attitude," he said leaning closer to smell my hair.
"Your the only one I show my attitude to, everyone else loves me," I said sweetly.
John grabbed my waist and sat me up on the table. As he leaned forward, I leaned back until he was on top of me. "Now who's in control?" He asked.
"You've finally gotten me where you want me," I said. "Now what do you plan to do with me?"
"What makes you think this is where I want you?" He was holding himself slightly away from me so that he could look at me.
"I don't know for a fact that this is where you want me, but it sure as hell feels like you are pretty happy to see me." I said smiling smuggly referring to the size of his erection that was pressed against me.
"You are enjoying this aren't you?"
"I don't know what you are talking about," I said in my most innocent voice.
"The hell you don't." He leaned further to touch his lips to mine.
Just as we connected I turned my head away. "I don't think I want to continue this anymore," I said trying to push him off of me. He didn't budge except to press me harder into the table.
"Sweetheart, did you finally start something you can't finish?" he asked trying to antagonize me.
"There isn't anything I can't finish," I said pulling his head down to mine. The kiss was forceful on both parts. We both seemed to come alive during that kiss. All the hatred and anamosity we had toward each other came to life through that kiss. Desire was running ramped through both of us. My hands slipped down the front of his shirt, but this time John didn't stop me. His hands were also roaming. "Do you want me?" I asked in a horse whisper.
John mouth had left moved away from mine. He was now tugging my shirt over my head. When it was finally off he began planting hot, moist kisses on my stomach. I felt his hand on my hip. "Kayla, I want you so much it hurts," John said as he moved back on top of me. I heard the faint sound of metal on metal when he began unzipping my jeans.
"Tell me," I said sucking in a breath of air as his hand found the inside of my thigh.
"Tell you what?"
"Tell me how much you want me right now," I said trying my best to rid him of his shirt.
"Don't start this right now, Kayla" he groaned, running his tongue down the curve of my throat.
His shirt was finally off. I could feel his skin on mine and I knew I wasn't the only one that was about to burn alive from wanting. "I need to know. Tell me," I ordered, lifting my hips closser into him.
"Kayla, I need to be inside you," He whispered into my ear.
"Then tell me"
"For the love of God. I want you because you set my body on fire that first day when you smarted off to me, and you have been driving me crazy ever since," John said as I felt his finger slip inside me.
"Does that feel good?" I asked, knowing that it felt wonderful to me.
"God yes," he said right before I jerked his wrist, pulling his hand out of my jeans. He wasn't expecting me to try to get away, so when I pushed him off of me he rolled to the side.
"Glad you enjoyed that, because that is as close as you will ever come to being inside me," I said grabbing my shirt off the floor and jumping out of the bus.
John caught me just before I got around to the front of the club. "You can't just start something like that and leave."
"My game, my rules, remember," I said walking around the building.
"Bitch," he yelled after me.
"Bastard," I returned.
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