EroticReverie

Ryder

I wake up to Russell yelling way too loudly, and blink open my eyes to a blonde, a red head, and a brunette shooting up with gasps. 

I smile and stretch watching them scramble naked out of my bed as Russell tells them it's time to go. 

I chuckle as they shimmy into their dresses from last night as Russell goes off a tangent that I don't listen to. 

"your companion is here" Russell says, that get's my attention and I turn from watching the naked bodies slithering into their dresses , looking around for panties and bras. 

"I told you I don't need another fucking person to annoy me." I grumble and sit up, pushing out of bed.  Russell turns as I step out completely naked and find my boxer briefs sliding them on and then my jeans. 

"That was the agreement, the contract you signed Ryder, you know that's the stipulation" he says. I groan. 

The only way I was allowed to come back to the band, to go on tour, was to stay sober, and staying sober included having a sober companion. Someone to do things with while the rest of them that could handle their alcohol, and could manage to not fucking overdose on drugs, were out partying. Granted, none of them loved partying as much as I did. But now, my only addictions I was allowed, were cigarettes and pussy. Lots, and lots of pussy. 

I watched the girls leave through the door each of them giving me one last look and smile over their shoulders, I gave a slight wave and smile. 

"Jesus christ, just don't fucking scare this one off." Russel groans. 

"No promises Dad" I say. Russell was indeed the dad of the band. He was also the one to make it to the hospital first when I overdosed in that model's hot tub last year. 

"Smartass" Russell grumbles and I open the door to see a little blonde thing with her back turned to me, in a pair of tight jeans, her long blonde ponytail hanging down her back, the end of it pointing right to a nice round ass. Maybe I wouldn't scare this one off so quickly. But when I hear her whisper about whether or not the groupies can sneak me drugs. I make a colorful comment about them sneaking it in by storing it in their holes. 

When her tiny body turns at the sound of my voice, the deer in headlights look in her big brown eyes makes me want to laugh. She's gotta be at least a foot shorter than me, and her eyes are definitely taking in the view. 

Her face isn't done up. I can see she's wearing something on her lashes, cause they're long and dark,band she blinks them dumbly when I make another comment , insinuating that we can have sex. Her mouth parts slightly with a little gasp at the comment, but it shuts, closing her glossy, red tinted lips, and then biting back with a comment about a clinic. I hold back my laughter and just give her a smirk. 

After we exchange another bite, I walk off to the kitchen, and smile to myself when I hear her whisper im disgusting. 

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"Well.....we'll give you a few minutes to ...get to know each other and talk.." Callie says, and I listen to the shuffle of my band mates feet. 

Ace the other singer swings by as I pour a glass of orange juice.

"Hot, right?" he whispers. the back of his hand slapping my arm. I turn to look at him. 

"What?" he laughs. "she is...did you see the ass on her?" he whispers. 

"Get the fuck out of my room Ace" I say lifting the glass of orange juice and taking a drink. 

"Whatever man...she's fucking hot...if you're not gonna, then maybe I..-"

"Get. Out." I grumble. 

Ace rolls his eyes. " yeah yeah, okay, whatever" he says and turns and is the last one to leave the room, closing the door behind him. 

When I turn and look into the small living area, with the couch and the television. I see her looking at the coffee table. I grin as I see the look of horror on her face. 

"I can take one of you if you'd like" I say, setting the orange juice down and leaning against the counter. 

"This is...this is some pervert shit..." she says pointing to the polaroids I took of the three girls last night. 

"It's art....photography...a hobby if you will" I say with a smirk and she gives me a look and shakes her head. 

"Oh yes, art...." she says sarcastically. 

I walk over slowly and watch her look up at me as I walk and I stand by her, pointing down at the photos. 

"You ever posed naked?" I ask her tilting my head and looking back to her with a smirk. 

She narrows her eyes. 

"As much as I'd like to discuss the perverse arts with you , I'd rather get to know you." she says , stepping back slightly. I notice it, the tiny step back she takes. I wonder if it's actually disgust that makes her move from me, or the fact im shirtless and she cant stop stealing looks at my chest, my stomach, my unbuttoned jeans. Or maybe its both. 

I turn and walk around the coffee table and sit down, reaching for my cigarettes and lighter across the table. 

"There's nothing you need to know sweetheart" I say flicking the lighter and lighting the end of my cigarette. 

"Well theres somethings YOU need to know." she says. 

I lean back one hand stretched out over the back of the couch and then the other, lifting my hand to take a drag then lowering it again as I blow out the smoke. 

"Doubtful. I doubt there's anything you could tell me about yourself that's interesting Polly" I say, taking a stab at what innocent little name this angel faced girl was given. 

She rolls her eyes. "First of all...my name isn't sweetheart...nor is it Polly" she says and crosses her arms , I fight my smirk at her obvious irritation. She should be thanking me, I'm keeping it mild, I could do so much worse, say so much worse, and make her run for the fucking hills like the rest of them. 

"Is it sweet ass?" I ask, taking another inhale. "Cause...that name would make sense." I say. 

I see her rosy lips tighten into a little scowl and her nose scrunches for a moment. 

"You're a pig, you're aware of that right?" she says, jutting out her hip. 

I nod. "yes." I say, taking another drag then leaning forward and flicking the ashes into the ash tray.

"nice long hair too..." I say watching her give an annoyed sigh. 

"I think i'd enjoy the view of that ass from behind while wrapping that long ponytail around my fist and-"

"Enough!" she yells, throwing her arms down, her hands balled into little fists. I can't help but chuckle. 

"you turned on Polly?" I ask tilting my head to the side again. 

She scoffs. "If nausea is a new symptom, then yes. I guess I would be." she says and I smirk. 

"And don't call me Polly...My name is Madison" she says. 

I look her up and down. "But you look like a Polly" 

She rolls her eyes. "I dont know if that's supposed to be an insult or not, but regardless. I'm not a fucking Polly." she says. 

"Not an insult. Not really anyways." I say, taking another drag of my cigarette.

"You have a last name?" I ask. 

"Dove" she replies. 

I smile. "There it is." 

"There is what?" she asks pinching her brows together. 

"Dove....a nice innocent last name, for a nice innocent girl...Maddison wasn't innocent enough....." I say. 

"What makes you think i'm innocent?" she asks, hands on hips now. 

"What's your middle name?" I ask. 

she sighs, and lets her question go unanswered and answers mine. 

"Delphine" she replies. 

"Madison Delphine Dove?" I ask. 

"Yes" she answers flatly. 

"Sit," I say gesturing to the couch. 

She lets out another little sigh and walks over and sits on the couch, turning and facing me. 

"So, what warnings did they give you about me Polly?" i ask leaning forward, putting out my cigarette and lighting another. 

"My name.." she sighs , clearly irritated and I smirk. She let's it go. 

"They said you're difficult. That you have run off all your other sober companions." she answers and I just nod. 

"Why?" she asks. 

I exhale leaning my head back, and resting it on the back of the couch. "Why what?" I ask. 

"Why would you run them off? Don't you want to stay sober?" She asks and I lift my head and turn it toward her. 

"most days." I answer honestly. 

I watch her look at me, her eyes don't leave me as if she's searching for something. I don't like it, so i break the eye contact and take another drag. 

"And I run them off because I dont need a fucking babysitter, or a sober companion...god I hate that term." I say and blow out a rough exhale. 

"Then don't call it that." she says flatly.

I look at her again and she just shrugs. 

"What should I call it then?" I ask. 

"Call me your, do as I say or I'll punch you in the balls companion." she says, making me smile. She fights her own as she looks at me seriously. 

"Ace thinks you're hot." I tell her, not sure why. 

"So?" she says, seeming unbothered or affected by this information. 

"Maybe you , him and me could have a three-"

I smile when she scoffs loudly rolling her eyes. "Will you stop already?" she says and looks at me. 

"you're not going to run me off, I need the money too bad to be ran off by your sexual comments, and table of perversion" she says gesturing to the nude polaroids. I laugh. 

"Well I was totally serious about the threesome though." I say and lick my lips. 

"Good to know, I'll make a note of it for when we're the last people on earth...and then...i'd still have to think about it." she says. 

I smile and inhale my cigarette, blowing out the smoke, watching her, both of us silent, my eyes roaming over her, I watch her fidget slightly and her cheeks flush slightly. 

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" I ask her, leaning forward and stubbing out my cigarette and leaning back again. 

"I just...you're staring..and not talking" she says. 

I shrug. "I like silence......and I like looking at pretty women." 

I see her rolls her eyes. I smile again. "What, you don't think you're pretty?"

"I..." she starts to talk. "I just dont think its appropriate for you to be hitting on me...whether you're joking or not...I'm here to do a job, and I need this job." she says.

"You wouldnt get fired for sleeping with me you know" I say. 

Her eyes bulge. "Well good to know, but that's not happening regardless."

"You'd have a great time." I say with a little grin. 

I watch her roll her eyes.

"Don't you get tired of rolling your eyes?" I ask. 

"Then quit making me!" she says narrowing her eyes at me. 

There's a few beats of silence and I sigh. 

"So do you listen to our music?" I ask

she shrugs. "Not really, I've heard a few of the songs though."

"You should watch the concert tonight from the floor...right in the front." I say. 

Her brows pinch together. "Why?" 

"So you can experience it....music hits different live...hits different when you're in the crowd...other bodies pushed against yours, the music thumping up through your feet and in your chest..." I say and I watch her take a little breath.  

"And also so I can look at your pretty face while I'm up there." i say. 

She sighs and shakes her head. "You're annoying." she says and I chuckle. 

"Do you have a boyfriend?" I ask. 

She looks at me cocking her brow. "No. Do you have a girlfriend?" she asks. 

I look at her. "You saw those three girls leave. " I laugh. "Does it look like i have a girlfriend?"

She shrugs. "Youre a rockstar, you could have a wife and five kids at home, and still have hot groupies in your bed" she says. 

"Fair enough." I say. 

"But no....and if I did....I wouldnt have other girls in bed. I'm an asshole. But not that kind of asshole." I say and  look ahead, staring blankly at the tv. 

"hmmm, interesting." she says.

I turn my head. "What is?"

She shrugs and leans back against the arm of the couch and crosses her arms. 

"Nothing, I was just starting to think you had absolutely zero redeeming qualities" she says, and I let out a laugh and lean my head back. 

"Might be my only one, dont get too excited"  I say. 

"Loyalty is a good one to have though." she says and i lift my head again, looking at her. 

"I assume it's a quality that you have?" I say. 

She nods. "Yes." 

I sit up. "I'm hungry. Have you eaten yet?" I ask her. 

"not really" she shakes her head. 

"I'll order us room service, wine and dine you....then sixty ni-"

"Dont....dont even finish that sentence...jesus Ryder" she says, with a half laugh and shakes her head. 

I smile. "Just the dine you part then?" I ask lifting a brow. 

She nods.