Dirty Little Freaks (12 page)

“So what are you two wild kids up to today?” I ask them as I’m adding a teaspoon of sugar to the black brew. I take a sip and imagine the caffeine coursing through my body, giving me the jolt I need to be human again. I’m a coffee addicted Frankenstein, and I smile at the image.

“We might go out to Capilano for a little hike before tonight’s show,” Eva says. Diesel nuzzles her neck and I feel myself tense up.

“Show? Oh, Hush didn’t mention it,” I tell them. That’s odd, he managed to slip in the old threesome talk, but nothing about the show? He must know I’m working, that’s all.

“He’s a man of mystery,” Gage smiles, “but you’re busy anyways, right? It’s a private party for some rich dude’s kid. Totally fucking lame, but it pays crazy big cash.”

“It doesn’t sound that bad, and he might have even told me but I forgot,” I add lamely. They don’t buy it. I finish my coffee and head back to bed. With hours before work, there’s plenty of time for him to tell me.

I slip under the covers and slide myself up against Hush. He’s on his back and instinctively moves his arm around me, pulling me close. I love this, as much as I hate his snoring, I love
this
. I can pretend for a moment, here in the dark, that I’m normal and we are a happy couple. I can forget about my shitty childhood and my commitment issues and my fear of rejection and listen to him breathe, feel his heart beating against his chest wall, and the warmth of his skin...the warmth of his acceptance.

Please let this last, let this be real, I send up into the atmosphere to whatever God happens to be listening in at that moment. I’m so scared of admitting that I want him that I start to tremble. Everything I’ve ever wanted has been taken away or not realized in the first place, and I want this so damn bad. I feel this want on a visceral level, in my bones and blood, like wanting water after life in the desert.

He stirs, his rhythmic breathing stops and I know he’s awake.

“Hey babe, you’re shivering, are you cold?” he asks in his groggy, sleepy voice, I love that voice, “come here, let me warm you up.”

I think he means sex, but he turns on his side and wraps his other arm around me, drapes his leg over mine and nuzzles my neck. Oh dear God, this is amazing, sex is fantastic, but this intimacy cannot be beaten. Damn my girly hormones, I’m falling in love.

I decide to call in sick for work, I never have and I know Jag will be able to tell I’m lying, but I do it anyways. I want to go out tonight, I want to be Hush’s girlfriend at this show, and I kinda want to keep an eye on him. I feel a little stab of guilt at Jag’s irritated tone, but the urge to fuck and dance and snort rails of coke off Hush’s body is too much, and I follow through.

By eight we’re all pretty shit faced. Eva went all out and bought a bottle of Patron, we’ve been doing shots and getting louder for a couple of hours now.

Hush calls a cab and we head downstairs to wait. I don’t realize how loud we are until our upstairs neighbor opens her window, leans out and screams, “Shut! The! Fuck! Up!” at us. She’s generally a really nice girl. I don’t know what her problem is.

“You shut the fuck up!” I scream back and Eva grabs my arm.

“You never piss off your upstairs neighbor, you fucking idiot,” she whispers harshly. “Sorry! My friend is a bit of an idiot when she’s drunk!” she yells at the girl in the window.

I hold up the bottle of Patron with half an inch left in the bottom and yell, “Yeah dude, sorry! Do you want some?”

“Fuck you!” she yells and slams her window shut. Lucky for us the cab shows up just then. It’s an extended passenger van driven by a tired looking middle aged man, he smiles when he sees us, even though we must look like a bunch of drunk assholes. We pile in; Hush is carrying his guitar so we take the back seat, Eva and Diesel in the middle.

“Where to?” the driver asks. I think he must be from Eastern Europe with that accent. He should hate us, but he seems like a pretty good guy.

“Way the fuck in the middle of buttfuck nowhere,” Diesel says a little too loud, and hands him a slip of paper with the address on it.

“Holy shit,” I say and turn to Hush, “where are you guys taking us?” We make our way to the very back seat, leaving a seat between Diesel and Eva for Hush’s guitar.

“It’s a private gig out in Maple Ridge,” he tells me, and adds, “I’m really glad you came along.” He sits and pulls me down next to him. He turns and kisses me and I realize it really is buttfuck nowhere, I hope we can get back. I’m glad I came along too; I hadn’t told him that I knew about the show. I didn’t want to seem desperate by asking. It was hard enough not to jump up and down and squee like a preteen at a Bieber concert when he finally did ask me.

We kiss some more, his tongue slipping inside of my mouth, hot and demanding, like his cock. We fight a little, I always want to be on top, but I give in when he twists my nipple and pulls me tight against him. He always wins when he hits my sweet spot, I can’t fight biology; my body craves him and will do anything to get him inside of me.

“You look so fucking hot tonight,” he breathes against my ear, “I want to split you wide and suck you dry,” he continues, his finger tracing my jaw line and finding my mouth.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I tell him and shake my head, letting hair cascade around my face. I’ve got a long, blond wig on with hot pink highlights. I’m wearing one of my trademark plaid mini skirts with garters and these crazy zig-zag stockings. I’ve done my make-up dark, with smoky eyes and thick mascara. I’ve finished the entire look with thigh high leather boots, stripper heels and all. Damn, I do look hot.

“Fuck, I’ve got to have you, babe, I want to taste you,” he whispers into my hair. I suck his finger like a little cock, come to think of it this one legged guy I hooked up with a few years back had a cock that tiny. I had assumed God would make up for the lack of a leg with a big fat one, turned out God’s not that fair.

He groans and guides my hand onto his lap; his thickness is visible down the leg of his tight jeans. I use one hand and fumble with his belt and buttons, he’s not wearing any underwear again, I love that about him, so I contact smooth, hot skin immediately. I slide his cock out with some maneuvering, and squeeze it in my hand. He covers my mouth with his as I jerk him off in the back seat. He’s almost frantic with his attack on my tongue. He starts to pump against my hand; I can feel his pre-cum, lubricating his thick cock. I glance forward to make sure nobody is catching on, Eva and Diesel are entwined together and don’t notice a thing. The driver keeps his eyes straight ahead, I’m sure he’s seen worse than this.

Hush leans his head back, his mohawk restricts his movement somewhat, so he stretches his legs out under the seat in front of us to accommodate my hand job. I feel his cock throb; I hold my hand still and tighten my grip, letting him thrust against me. He fucks my improvised cunt and runs his fingers through my hair, tugs it gently and cups the back of my head. He drags me closer until my lips are able to wrap around the head of his dick. He thrusts up and forces my mouth open, not that it takes much, and I eagerly suck him in, draining his balls in seconds flat. He releases my hair and breathes out as I slurp him down, then pulls me up as he tucks his cock back in his jeans, like nothing happened. My God, he’s good at this public sex thing.

“Babe, get over here,” he whispers in my ear and pats his lap. I glance ahead and think we can get away with this, so why not? I drape one leg over his legs and straddle him, our arms are around each other as we kiss. His hands start to roam down my back, one of them strokes my thigh and grabs my ass. I’m not wearing any panties and I know I’m leaving a juicy trail on his jeans, but I don’t fucking care, I grind myself into his thigh.

He runs his hands up and down my thighs, seeking my slit, so I open my legs a little more to let him in. The van slows, so I look outside and see we’ve hit a traffic snarl. With the van creeping along, it feels a little too obvious to be fucking his hand while we’re in the back seat.

I angle my hips so I pull back, his finger left high and dry and my cunt left throbbing with need. Fuck, why do I have limits here? Is this what being responsible is all about? Next thing you know I’ll be paying my bills on time and watching my salt intake, for fucks sake.

“Hey, let’s cool down,” I whisper into his ear, we’re at a dead stop now and you can hear everything inside the van.

He grabs me and pulls me back against him. “Let’s not,” he replies, his breath is thick with booze in my face.

“Hey, I’m serious,” I say louder and slide off to sit next to him. “This is just kinda weird, I don’t want to make everyone uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t have a problem with it at the restaurant when we first met,” he laughs softly, exhales and grabs my thigh. “I’ll let you off the hook now, if you promise to do something really nasty for me later.”

“Depends on what it is,” I giggle quietly, intrigued. And yeah, I didn’t have a problem with it before, but this feels different somehow, in the forced intimacy of the van.

“You’ll like it, I promise,” he whispers and pinches my nipple until I’m close to pulling his cock out and sliding my sopping pussy down it.

I’m breathless but manage to say, “Ok, I promise,” and wonder what kind of trouble I’m going to get myself into.

The rest of the ride we behave ourselves. I can’t keep my hands off him, and he can’t keep his hands off me, but our genitals are safely kept away from each other. We turn down onto a dark, straight road in the middle of nowhere and I see cars lining either side. We drive several more minutes and I wonder what kind birthday party this is going to be.

We stop in front of a gigantic building, I think it’s a barn but it’s huge. Hush pays the driver and holds up a couple bills, I think they’re hundreds. “Head down the road and wait for us,” he tells the cabbie, “we’ll text you when we’re ready to go.”

“That’s a bit much, isn’t it?” I say as he picks up his guitar.

“Try getting a ride out here, babe, we’d have more luck finding a horse and buggy,” he says and smacks my ass, then puts his arm tightly around my shoulders.

We meet up with a tall man in a suit, but his earpiece gives him away as security. He ushers us along the side of the building to an entrance flanked by two more guards. They open the door for us and we all stumble in, laughing and cracking jokes about farmers and sheep. Thank God it’s not a typical farm, the entire way has been paved so far, I wouldn’t want cow shit on my favourite boots. I’m dirty, but not that kind of dirty.

Inside we take five stairs up and head down a long hallway. I can hear the roar of the crowd and the scream of the guitars already on stage. How many people are there? This is a bigger deal than I initially thought.

We’re taken to a dressing room; it’s large enough for the entire band to hang out before the show. The other three guys are there, Axel, Semi and Duke. I nod hey to them and they say a polite hello to Eva and I, and then turn to the guys and we become invisible. Hush sits down and pulls me onto his lap, he puts his arm around my waist and pulls me against him, I love this intimacy we’re developing. I smile and listen to them bullshit about music, drugs, chicks, typical guy stuff.

Duke’s halfway through a story about fucking two chicks he picked up after their last show, we’re laughing as he’s describing one of them getting jealous and ripping her friend’s wig off in mid thrust, when there’s a knock on the door.

“Fifteen minutes to show,” a male voice sounds.

“Good, thanks,” Diesel tells him, turns to us and yells “Fuckin A! Let’s get busy boys!”

Hush deposits me unceremoniously into the chair as he stands up. “Sorry babe, I gotta get ready,” he says and leans down to kiss my forehead.

Axel pulls out a little Ziploc of coke, unzips it and starts lining it up on the coffee table. The five of them hover around it, like some primitive tribe discovering fucking fire. They all take their turns, Hush is last and grabs a rolled up bill from his pocket and leans down. I hear the tell tale sucking sound of him breathing the drug in, and I want some. I love the way coke gets me ramped up. I’m a fucking beast on the shit, ready to fist pound anything that gets in my way, so full of power. I kneel down next to him and look at Axel.