EroticReverie

Madison

I text with Callie and Russell, Russell notifies me that after the show it's likely a bunch of people, women and men will go back to the Villa, and to keep a close eye on Ryder.  Russel also notifies me that if needed for Ryder, there is a one bedroom suite reserved as well, incase the after party in the room becomes to much. 

The guys are Russell go to the Venue for the hotel early. Callie and I get ready. Somehow Callie convinces me to let her dress me. Callie, while usually in pant suits, tells me when they're in Vegas, she's allowed to bring out her regular side.  Which is apparently a rocker chick. Because she pulls out ripped jeans , ripped t shirts, band shirts that are safety pinned together or torn strategically. 

"Ryder will shit his pants." Callie says as we both look at me in the mirror. 

I turn my head. "What? I'm not..we're not.."

Callie just rolls her eyes. "Right, and water isn't wet" she shakes her head dismissing my denial.  "You look hot." 

I skim up and down my body in the mirror and chew my lip. 

Callie put me in a Thick as Thieves womans tank top. She'd already cut it up along the bottom, which makes my entire midriff exposed.  It was also cut up the sides as well, pieces of the front and back tied together, leaving slices of skin revealed all the way up the sides. The thank top was black, and I assumed it hung looser on Callie who had a smaller chest, but my chest was currently stressing out the white font of the band name across my chest. 

Callie placed her hands on my waist. 

"They fit you perfect" she said of the skin tight pleather pants she put on me. They were so fucking low rise, I was afraid my vagina was going to make an unwanted appearance. 

"you have the cutest stomach" she said as my eyes went to my navel. I did like my stomach, I just....never showed this much of it, unless I was at a pool. I was comfortable with my body, definitely, but I just wasn't used to showing this much skin in public, even if it was only my stomach. I wore my own pair of black heeled ankle boots with it. She gave me a leather jacket to put on as well, it fit just a little loose and I shook my head. 

"I feel like Sandy in Grease...where they make her all bad ass" I say and Callie laughs. 

We decide to leave my hair down, and I just style it as normal with light golden blonde waves just falling freely down my back. 

I roll my eyes when Callie insists I wear a plain black choker.  But I do it to humor her, and I don't actually hate it when I look in the mirror. 

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We go downstairs and this time we're all there before the opening band even gets on stage.

In the main green room Callie introduces me to the opening band as we wait for the guys to join us. 

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Ryder

We all follow Russell to the main green room and when I walk in my eyes immediately scan the room for Madison. I spot Callie and some girl with the guys from Pound of Flesh , but then my neck jerks back and does a double take at the long blonde hair of the girl standing next to Callie. 

Shit. 

My eyes scan the tight leather pants, thinking that it can't fucking be.  There's no way it's...but then I see her turn her head and that fucking glimpse of her perfect angel face from the side. My mouth water, and my jaw might hit the god damn floor. It's fucking Polly. Except....I can't call her that ...at least not tonight...not when she's dressed like that. 

"OH shit" I heard Mark, our guitar player say, and feel his hand slap my arm, surely to notify me of what I've already found. 

"daaaamn" Pheonix says and laughs. 

"Looks like Ryder's gonna be only taking one groupie home tonight" Pheonix says with a laugh and nudges me, and normally I'd slap him, punch him in the arm, but I can't take my eyes off that ass in those pants. 

Russell walks over to Callie, and then Madison notices Russell and her head turns now, with her whole body. And fuck me running, she's wearing our bands tank top. One I know is Callie's, cause i've seen her in it, come to think of it, those are her pants too, and i  realize Callie played dress up on her. 

Her eyes lock with mine, and she gives a little twist of her mouth and lifts one hand with her palm to the air giving a little shrug, as if to tell me she's not sure about the outfit.  

"Looking gooooooood Maddison" Mark says and then gives a sharp whistle. I look at him and he looks at me and laughs. 

"What? she does!" he says. 

As i go to turn my head back, I realize Ace is already making his way over to her. 

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Madison

I don't miss the surprise in Ryder's eyes as i lock eyes with him, or the way his eyes skim over my entire fucking body, on the bare skin of my stomach, or the way his adams apple bobs as he swallows hard. 

Mark playfully cat calls me from across the room, and I laugh , and then Ace starts to walk over, making me tense up. I see Ryder shaking his head at Mark and my eyes are nervously on Ryder as Ace leans in, hand on my bare waist, and whispers to me that I've made his dick hard. 

I roll my eyes and push him and laugh slightly, trying to casually push him away, seeing the flare of Ryder's nostrils from here as Ace leans in again and pulls me by my waist into him closer. 

"Let's go fuck somewhere" he says grinning and I just shake my head and roll my eyes. 

"Knock it off." I say and pull back as the rest of the band walks over with Ryder, who pushes himself between me and Ace. Carter is the only one giving me stink eye, as if it's my fault Ace is the one being handsy in front of Ryder. 

The other band suggests shots before the show, so  I grab Ryder's hand and pull him from the group. 

"It's fine...I can be around it..." he says. I give him a glare and shake my head. 

"I don't care." I say and pull him from the green room and we pass through the hall and go back into their separate green room. 

"What's with the outfit?" he asks?

Ryder

When she turns around, I see the nervousness in her wide eyes.

"I...Callie did it. I told her I looked stupid." she says shaking her head. 

"You don't look stupid." I say and she looks up from across the room where she's grabbed two bottles of water. 

"Yeah I do" she says starting to walk over. I watch her entire body as she moves, my cock twitching against my jeans. 

"You look a lot of things right now....stupid is not one of them" I tell her and she rolls her eyes and hands me the bottle of water. 

But instead I reach down, grabbing her waist with one hand and watch her eyes widen slightly as I pull her to me. 

"Ry..." she says, shortening my name and it makes me smirk. 

"Yes Madison?" I ask. 

She swallows hard and I can't help but put my hands on her sides, sliding them up and down feeling her smooth skin as she looks up at me, eyes on mine, and I lick my lips and cant take it anymore, I lean down to kiss her. 

Right as my lips are about to reach hers she says something that makes me pause. Makes my hands freeze and then drop away then move my head back to look at her. 

"What?" I ask my voice low, nostrils flaring as I step away from her. 

"I was mad." she says. "And...it was just sex." 

So I DID hear her right. 

"WITH ACE?!" my voice booms as I walk away and then turn back glaring at her, putting space between us. 

"You dont get to be mad! " she yells. 

My eyes widen,

"I didn't screw him in front of you...I didnt take naked polaroids of him and leave them strewn about for you to see! " she yells and I can only look at her as she waves her arms frantically. 

I mean. She's right. I did purposely let her catch me with those six girls. I'd purposely pushed her...straight into fucking Ace's bed. 

I clenched my fists. Staring at her. 

"Say something!" she yells at me, and she's so pissed at me, that I feel like I have no right to be pissed too. But I do. She fucking slept with someone else in the band, Ace of all people.

I just shake my head slowly. 

"I don't want you here when the show is over." i say, watching the anger drop from her face.

"What?" she asks almost too quietly.

"I want you gone. On a flight back home." I tell her. 

"No" she says firmly. But i say nothing else to her as I storm from the room, leaving her there. 

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I don't confront Ace. I refuse to let him give me that smug little satisfied smirk. At least not right now, not before the show. I need this release, I need let this tension, this anger out. 

Hours later we're back at the hotel, all of us, including groupies , the other band, and their own groupies, and a few celebs that were at the show come back to the room.  Everyone is partying and I'm too angry to be around the alcohol, around the drugs that are sure to be done in the bathrooms.  So I take the key to the spare suite bailing on the after party. 

As soon as I walk in, I flick on the lights and rip my shirt off over my head, tossing it, stripping down to nothing as I go straight to the shower. 

I wash the sweat off me aggressively as my jaw clenches and I think about Madison. I get even more angry, because.. I drove her to him. It's my fault. I know it is. But fuck Ace. I think about how much of a relief it would be to punch him in the fucking face. 

Stepping out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my waist.  When I step out into the suite my nostrils flare and my jaw clenches. 

"Why are you still here?" I growl at the angel faced girl sitting in a god damn white dress with little capped sleeves and a heart shaped neck line , the hem resting at he knees as she sits. Her feet donned in flat white shoes. 

Madison

I'd waited, hoping he'd use this room tonight, hoping he'd come down here to escape the temptations of whatever was happening in the villa suite. 

"Because I work with you." I answer plainly, fighting the urge to run my eyes over his wet hard chest and the tattoos that are covering his torso and chest. Fighting the urge to beg him to fuck me, because he looks fucking isnful standing with that white towel wrapped low around his waist, a light dusting of hair travelling down beneath the towel. 

"No you dont" he says and walks over to his suitcase that I had brought down with Russel's help. 

"You can't fire me. Russell is my boss. Until he says I go, I stay." I say as he doesnt dare to look at me as he pulls out a pair of boxers. 

"Russell works for me princess" he says tossing his boxers on the bed and then walking to the edge of the king sized bed where I sit, at the end and leans down. 

"And you..work for ME" he says making me lean back as he gets right in my face. 

"And youre fired." he snarls slightly.

"Screw you. You can't fire me just because I slept with your band mate..grow up" I narrow my eyes at him, watching his brows raise in surprise. 

"I'm not firing you because you spread legs for Ace" he bites out his band mates name. 

"I'm firing you because you piss me off." he says and I feel my heart beating fast, in anger as well as excitment that I'm trying to deny as his face is inches from mine. 

"Well that makes two of us." I try to say as calmly as I can.

"Get over it." I add. 

"You dont get to punish me because I had sex with someone. You don't get to be an asshole to me. Sorry that I didnt fucking swoon when I found you with SIX groupies in your bedroom. " I snap and then push at his chest, hating how much I love the way his hard still damp chest feels against my hand as he backs up and I stand, pushing off the bed. 

"If you wanted me, you couldve been a big boy and said so instead of screwing half a dozen girls to try to push me away." I seethe, staring up at him. His dark wet lashes lowering as he looks down at me, watching me as I raise my voice and step closer to him, not letting his dominating presence make me falter. 

He just shrugs. 

"I'm not going to let someone be a dick to me, and then chase after them. If you want a dumb bitch, you'll have to find someone else." I say, and swear I see a slight pull at his lips. 

"So you screw Ace? Newsflash Polly, Ace isn't a good guy." he says through gritted teeth. 

"Maybe not. But he's a good fuck." I say, watching his eyes widen and then hips lips tighten. 

"I'm not an idiot. I have no interest in Ace. The no strings sex was mutual." I say.

He says nothing and then turns, grabbing his boxers and dropping his towel with his back to me. I jump and turn , but not before seeing the tattoos all over his broad back, swallowing hard.

"Turn around Polly" he says and I wipe my sweaty palms on my dress. 

I turn and look at him and he steps closer. 

I open my mouth to say something buy Ryder's hand is on my cheek and my mouth shuts as I blink up at him. 

"I hate that he fucked you." his voice is low and i feel it rumbling in my own chest as he speaks and pulls me closer. 

"Well I hate that you fucked those girls just to piss me off." I say.

"How about we start over then Polly? Call it even." he says his thumb swiping softly against my cheek as his long fingers curl around the side my neck. 

"Why?" I ask. 

He sighs and leans down, his mouth barely touching mine.

"Because I've decided not to fire you." he says his mouth quirking slightly and his hand pulls my head forward slightly.

"And because I want you." he says his voice sounding primal and hungry. 

"Even after Ace?" I ask pulling back and looking at him.

"Do you still want me after the groupie incident?" he asks cocking my brow. 

"Who said I wanted you before it?" I say, being a bray, but this only gets me a smirk. 

"Madison." he says tilting his head and shaking it slightly.

"Fine. Yes. I still...want you. But, I'm not going to be some stupid girl. If you're going to be a dick...then I'm done." I say. 

He nods and then lifts his other hand to my face as well. 

"Can I kiss you now Polly?"