EroticReverie

Madison

"Now don't really worry about the others, just remember your focus is on Ryder" Callie said pushing the button to 40th floor of the hotel. 

Callie was the PR manager for a popular rock band called TAT. Apparently it stood for Thick as Thieves , or so I'd learned when I'd got hired for the job and did some google searching on them. 

I was a glorified babysitter as well as sober companion I guess, for their lead singer Ryder Reed Warner who was currently having difficulties staying off the wagon, and was not to be trusted. Their tour last year was cancelled, due to his stint in rehab for an apparent overdose. 

I'm not really one for the drug scene, or rock star life, so I was hesitant to take the job, but I needed the money, and the money was too good for me to turn down. So good that I'd babysit twelve addicts if I had to. 

"Now remember, he's a total asshole, but don't let him get to you. He's just a cranky little fuck since being sober, and he's that way with everyone. Don't take it personally, alright?" Callie said, and without waiting for my answer, picked up her incoming call. 

"On our way up now Russ" she said as soon as she picked up. 

"Yes, yes.....YES" she said sounding annoyed and rolling her eyes. She let out a sigh. "Well wake them up.....I don't care Russell...you're their manager....wake him up" she said, ending the phone call. 

"I swear....I didn't have kids for a reason...and yet here I am, feel like I'm playing mother to a bunch of a twenty something rockstars and their 40 year old manager." she says rolling her eyes, but also smiling. 

"they're that bad?" I laugh. 

She chuckles. "Sometimes...but...they grow on you...even Ryder." she shrugs. 

I let out a slow exhaled. When I did the interview with Russell, Callie was also there. She was their PR manager mostly, but also worked closely with Russell, the boys main manager. 

Callie warned me during the interview that I didn't seem like I was tough enough to handle them, but I was the only one that applied who didn't seem like a groupie or stalker. I laughed, but was also slightly offended that my appearance alone was what got me the job. Again, no complaints, she could judge away for the paycheck I was getting. 

The tour started a few months ago, and they had a few months left. They also had another European tour in the fall. I was told if things worked out with this tour, it was possible i'd be asked to go with them for that one as well. 

I was flown out from L.A, for their show tonight in Seattle. My suitcase and bags were being brought up by hotel staff. 

"Your room will be right next to his, always....with adjoining doors whenever possible." she said as we stepped off the elevator. 

It was the top floor and a few doors down the hall were open. 

"We always reserve a whole floor, just to keep crazy fans from renting the rooms." she said. 

My eye brows rose as I saw a guy about my age walk from one door and start across the hall, but he stopped and nodded at Callie, holding a beer in his hand. My eyebrows pinched. Their lead singer was expected to stay sober while others carried on drinking? I realized this might be more of a pain than expected, and wanted to knock it from his hand. 

"This the new poor soul?" he said loudly down the hall as Callie and I walked further down the hall towards him. 

"Quiet Carter" she snapped, but he just smiled and walked toward us, me and Callie stopping when he reached us. 

I'd googled pictures of all of them, none of them were unfortunate looking, but I hadn't realized how tall they might be from pictures. If my memory served me correct, Carter was the oldest in the group at 25, the bass player I think, his brown hair was long in all the pictures I'd seen of him, but now it was short, long on top and slicked back. He had a short, well trimmed beard, and arm tattoos. One thing I knew about the bad for sure, was that they were all covered in tattoos. 

"Carter this Is Madison Dove, and yes...she is Ryder's new companion." she said. 

Carter gave me an up and down look, not checking me out, but assessing me apparently because he shook his head, then chuckled, took a sip of his beer.

"I give ya 2 hours Madison" he said and I raised a brow. 

"Wanna bet on it?" I asked him cocking my head. 

He smirked, tilting his head and I could see Callie smirking from the side as well. 

"She's going to be fantastic. I wouldn't bet against her" Callie said, hooking her arm through mine and pulling me past Carter. 

"Good luuuuck" he said in a sing song voice and laughed, and followed us in. 

I wasn't expected to dress any certain way, so what I wore was a pair of light wash jeans, white sneakers, and white plain t shirt that was loose and tucked into my jeans. My hair was just pulled up into a slightly high pony tail, and I wore nothing but mascara and lip gloss. 

The room was full of guys, most of them familiar faces from my google searches, and I could hear Russel behind two large dark wooden doors raising his voice, and I assumed that was the bedroom, and where Ryder was , because he was the only face I didn't see. 

"Welcome to hell" said one of the guys sitting on the couch, spreading his arms gesturing to the room, and I gave a slight laugh and Callie shook her head at him. 

"I'm Mark" he said , and then pushes up, leaned over the coffee table and out stretched his hand. "I'm the best guitar player band" he said which got him a scoff from the guy sitting next to him. 

"He means second best" said the other guy. "I'm the best....I'm Ace....Mark is second best....and your new best friend Ryder...he's the third best...but we dont tell him that, cause he gets a little touchy" he says with a teasing tone. 

I laugh. "nice to meet you...I'm Madison." I nod at them and then turn to the other guy sitting on the edge of the couch. 

He holds up a hand waving slightly. "Pheonix." he says.  "Drummer" he adds.

I nod. "Best in the band?" I ask and he smirks and laughs and then nods, because we all know he's the only drummer. 

"funny girl." he says. 

I look at each of them observing them upclose. 

Carter who I met in the hall must be at least 6 ft, brown hair, brown eyes, and his beard with his tattoos on his arms. 

Mark one of the guitar players is  bit shorter, being that I'm 5'6, I'd guess he's 5'9" or so. He has long, shoulder length blonde hair, and his arm tattoos are visible, but from googling them all I know he also has his back and chest covered in them. 

Ace who is also a guitarist, and one of the singers, is probably a little taller than Carter, so probably 6'1". He has brown hair, a set of great green eyes, and being that he's wearing a loose fitting tank black tank, I can see his arm and chest tattoos peeking out. I also know he has some on his back as well. 

I look to Pheonix the drummer, who is seemingly the shortest of them, but still taller than me. Maybe only by an inch or so. So maybe 5'8", he has short blonde hair, and its slicked back like Carters, he has brown eyes and just arm and chest tattoos from what I know. 

The wooden doors open slightly and three girls come out, looking around the room shamefully, and giggling as they all move quickly, barefoot, holding heels in their hands towards the door. 

Callie lets out a long sigh and a few of the band mates laugh. 

"Can't expect him to give up all his vices Cal" Ace says to her and she rolls her eyes and looks at me. 

"Girls ARE allowed...unfortunately....but we always take their purses, cell phones, and they have to sign NDA's with Russell. " she lifts her her hand to her face, pinching the bridge of her nose. 

"Can't the girls...sneak him drugs or something?" I ask looking at her. 

A deep voice comes from the other side of me near the wooden door. 

"They'd have to shove it in one of their holes to get it in." he says , my head turning to find a chest in my face, and I lift my chin to look up at him. Definitely the tallest. At least 6'4". Black hair that's currently disheveled and light blue eyes that are glaring down at me as he cocks his head. My mouth opens to say something, but my mind isn't fucking working. Wait, what did he just say?

I tear my eyes from his, the take in the neck tattoos, the chest pieces and stomach tattoos, the tattoos down his arms, as he stands there shirtless. He has somewhat prominent veins running through his forearms and over his hands. I swallow hard.

"I can go again if you're up for it." he says. I blink and look back at him. 

"Knock it off Ryder" Callie says behind me. But he doesn't even acknowledge her. 

"What?" I say, still blinking, shaking my head slightly. 

"You're looking at me like you like what you see....if thats the case, I can let you see more" he says lifting his hands to the top of his jeans that arent even buttoned, and hanging off his hips, a pair of grey calvin's peek through the area thats left unbuttoned. 

"Is there a clinic nearby, because I'm sure I'd need one afterwards" I say. My heart stopping, unable to believe I just that out loud. 

An evil grin passes his lips and I hear his band mates choke on their breath and Callie pats me on the shoulder.

"Yes. Perfect. She will will be great." Callie says. 

Ryder lifts his hand, one finger under my chin to lift it. I bat his hand away and step back. 

"Touch me again, and I'll have no problem punching you in the dick." I say, again...surprising myself. 

A low chuckles comes from him and he licks his lips , and leans down. 

"I might like it" he whispers and then then I step back again and he smirks, standing up straight, and walking toward the small kitchen area. 

I turn my head to Callie. 

"He's disgusting." I say, his bandmates hear me whisper and laugh. 

Callie nods. "He's a lot of things, disgusting is definitely one of them."