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Chapter Twenty-Three
Although I had promised to keep them apart, Billie insisted on coming to the venue with me. Fortunately, Wiggy was on his best behavior when I took her backstage. It was almost as if they had come to a mutual agreement not to even look at one another. I’ll admit I’d had a knot in my stomach and a pain in my chest because the last thing anyone needed was for Wiggy to stress out and mess up.
The gig itself was incredible and he had definitely brought his A game when he performed. I was especially thankful the rehab facility he’d been in had encouraged him to write lyrics and play his guitar as a form of therapy. During that time he had penned three great songs about love, life, and mistrust. Hearing the lyrics he had written, gave me a better insight into how he ticked. The songs were also laced with truths about how he’d been treated by his parents as he grew up.
“Wow, I loved that last song, it was so poignant. I connected with every word. Your vocals were so heartfelt and I believed the story when you sang it,” Billie gushed, when I exited the stage and she wrapped her arms around me.
“Would it hurt you if I told you Wiggy wrote the lyrics for that?” An instant look of disbelief masked her face and she glanced past me to see him. Turning, I also looked and he was downing a whole bottle of water. The conditions in the venue were particularly stifling and we had all felt as if we were melting out there on stage.
“Maybe there’s hope for him yet then,” she conceded, which I felt was a benevolent view since he had been so rude to her before. His ‘mom’ references toward Billie in relation to me had been most hurtful and uncalled for. During an argument we’d been having, his beef had been with me not her, but as was usual with Wiggy, his immaturity always led him to target the innocent people around him. Therefore, since Billie had been there with me, he’d used her as an opportunity to get to me.
“Your song was amazing, Wiggy,” she said, being the bigger person, and I was very grateful she had stuck out an olive branch, when she had no reason to do this.
Wiggy stopped drying his hair with the small white towel he was using and stared at her for a long moment, waiting for a sarcastic remark. When he realized she was serious, he gave her an uncertain smile and nodded. “Thanks, it wasn’t an easy song to write.”
“The best things in life are never easy. Look at me, I had to endure ten years married to another man while I waited for Sawyer to grow up.” Wiggy’s dark brown eyes went big and round at her comment, and he glanced toward me. I immediately burst out laughing and Billie did as well. His reaction was priceless, before he gave her a sheepish laugh and shook his head.
“What can I say, except I was fucked in the head at the time. Glad you found one another, but you need to visit him more often when he’s on the road, he’s been a miserable fuck.”
“My thoughts exactly,” I agreed, and we all laughed again.
“Come on, guys, let’s get this meet and greet over with, I’m on a promise later,” Strings called from the bottom of the stairs leading to the dressing rooms. Holding Billie’s hand, I turned to go with Wiggy until she caught my forearm and held me back.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
I frowned. “Forgetting something?” I repeated.
“Your friend?”
“My—”
“Max, you’re forgetting Max,” she said pointedly then gave me a wicked smirk.
“Billie, I …”
“Nuh-huh, nope, all’s fair in love and vibrators. Best hurry or you’ll be late to meet your fans. And, I’ve changed my mind, you’re going to introduce me to them,” she added in an authoritative tone. Tugging me in the direction of the dressing room, she smirked and I chuckled because I knew there was nothing I could say in my defense after what I’d done to her in her place of work.
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Five minutes later, I looked like I was heading off on a hike at any moment with the plaid shirt Billie had borrowed from one of the road crew and tied around my waist. My flacid cock was snug inside the plastic vagina, and I walked like an old movie star from the days when Westerns were all the rage.
Entering the meet and greet room, my eyes met Hammer’s and he immediately came toward me, his face full of concern. “Where have you been? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, it was Billie’s fault, the woman can’t keep her hands off of me,” I said, directing his attention to her as punishment for making me wear the damned Max machine. For a second I had forgotten she had the remote, and my reward for embarrassing her was the tingle in my groin when she played with the app of the vibrator wrapped around me.
“Fuck,” I cussed when she ramped it up instantly and the damn thing near turned my cock inside out.
“Oops,” she mouthed and turned it down to a slow regular pace.
Taking a deep breath to control myself I stalled and glanced around me to make sure no one saw anything was amiss. For a second or two I could have sworn I heard the squelch of the lube I’d applied before I’d stuck my cock inside. I shot Billie a pleading look, but she just smiled back sweetly like everything was normal.
“Billie, I know you’ve missed him but you need to let him focus, you can molest him all you want tonight after he’s finished as the front man of our band.”
I sat down gingerly, perching myself right on the edge of an arm of a couch, thinking at least if my balls had some space, I’d somehow manage the constant distraction. Billie surprised me when she came and sat down on the couch beside me. When I glanced at the wicked grin on her face and our eyes connected, I saw they were full of mischief. Fuck. I decided the only way forward was to get the meet and greet over as quickly as possible.
My plan had been working quite well, and I’d been banking on Billie not really knowing what to do with the app. My thoughts were that after a while I’d get used to the constant pace of the appliance and my cock would get bored with the same dull buzz and go soft.
That worked quite well until the fifth girl wandered over, her sexual aura screaming ‘fuck me any way you want.’ Huge tits and ass, her hips swung like a clockmaker’s pendulum as she approached me. Her collagen-filled lips only served to heighten my awareness of the vibrating machine buzzing away in my pants, in charge of my cock right then.
