Pole dancing was fun and she had liked it. Loved it, actually.

“Don’t you think exotic dancing will hurt my chances for respectable employment as a defense attorney?”

“Nope. Not really. Just use a stage name. No one will know.”

“Uh, duh, Beth, employment history is searchable under your social security number.”

“No one is going to care if you worked in a club while you were in college. Stop making excuses. Admit it. It’s a good idea.”

“It’s not gonna happen. Just drop it.”

“So I guess that means you’re staying with your mother and stepfather this summer.” Beth snorted with amusement. “That should be fun. How’s Ed?”

As a rule, Jessica tried not to think of her stepfather, Ed. The way he always stared at her with his protruding eyes. Accidentally touched her and rubbed up against her. Picked the bathroom door lock to catch her in the shower. Watched her sleep. Used her toothbrush “by mistake.” One time she’d caught him jacking off in her closet with her panties wrapped around his pathetic cock. Jessica shuddered. Ed was a good enough reason to avoid going home, but her mother’s inevitable “blame Jessica for my darling hubby’s weakness” position was too much to bear.

Jessica covered her churning stomach with one hand.

There was nothing wrong with exotic dancing, really. Perfectly legal. Great money. Potentially empowering. Maybe it was time for her physical gifts to give her something besides anxiety.

“Paradise Found, huh? Do you have Aggie’s number?”

In the dimly lit bedroom of Sinners’ tour bus, Sed gazed down at the bombshell blonde. She pressed her unnaturally firm breast into his arm, a coy smile on her hot pink lips.

“But Sed, the show’s sold out.” She pouted and placed a presumptuous hand on his belly. “Don’t you have some extra tickets?” When he didn’t respond, her hand drifted toward the low waistband of his jeans.

These chicks were all the same.

“I might.” Sed rubbed his jaw. He needed to shave before they headed to the club for his lead guitarist’s bachelor party. He had a few minutes, though.

“Can I have them?”

“Depends. What will you give me in return?”

Her hand gripped his waistband and she jerked him toward her. “I’ll suck you off.”

They never offered to do his laundry.

Sed fished several condoms out of his pocket and examined them. “I’ve got cherry or piña colada flavored.”

“A condom?” She wrinkled her too-perfect-to-be-God-given nose at him. As hot as she was, with her bleached hair, bronze tan, and long pink fingernails, she radiated fake.

“I don’t know where your mouth’s been.”

She shrugged and grabbed a condom out of his hand. “Whatever.”

She opened the fly of his pants and freed his half-hard dick from its confines. By the time she unrolled the condom over his cock, he was rock hard.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be so big,” she said in awe.

“Afraid you can’t take it?” he said, grinning crookedly.

“No, I think I want you to fuck me.”

“You think?”

She grabbed the base of his shaft and encircled its head with her bright pink lips. Overly plump lips. What did they call that shit they injected into them? Collagen?

At times like these, he missed Jessica. Jessica had been real.

The blonde on her knees drew Sed into the warm recess of her mouth, sucking gently. He closed his eyes, picturing Jessica’s face while Fake-n-bake sucked him. He placed a hand on the top of her head, finding her hair sticky with hair spray. He didn’t even know this chick’s name. She’d accosted him outside the tour bus only ten minutes ago, when he’d been backing Myrna’s ’57 Thunderbird off the trailer. Myrna was a sweetheart for letting them borrow her car to take her man to a strip club. Any other bride-to-be would have told them to walk.

The blonde pulled back, allowing Sed’s cock to spring free of her mouth. The fact that he could think indicated she couldn’t keep his interest. Few women did. He opened his eyes to find her staring up at him.

“Okay, now I know I want you to fuck me,” she said.

Sed checked the time on the clock radio beside the queen-sized bed. “I don’t have time. The guys are gonna want to leave in half an hour.”

“I don’t care if you hurry.”

She climbed to her feet and peeled her tank top over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Didn’t need to. Her tits were firmer than the cantaloupes they resembled. He cupped them in his hands and squeezed. They looked good, but should be softer and yield to the palms of his hands. He pushed them together and released them, watching them settle back into place with minimal movement.

“Like I said, I only have half an hour,” he said.

“I don’t need foreplay.”

He honestly didn’t think he could get off with this chick. It could take hours.

“Hold on.” He opened the bedroom door. “Eric!” he called to the band’s drummer.

Eric stuck his head out of the bathroom. His hair was already fashioned into spikes along the center, short on one side, long on the other. The lock of hair that trailed down the side of his neck was currently dyed crimson red. Half of Eric’s lean face was covered with shaving cream; the other half, clean-shaven. He was practically ready to go, which meant Sed needed to hurry. The guys would be waiting for him and he wanted Brian’s last night as a bachelor to be memorable.

“What?” Eric asked.

“Are there any more groupies around? This chick wants me to fuck her.”

“Dude, we’re leaving soon. Just tell her no.”

“You don’t want to watch us?”

“No time.” Eric tapped his watch with the handle of his razor. “Come on. We have to hurry.”

The blonde leaned against Sed’s back, her arm wrapping around his waist. Her hand encircled his dick.

He should just tell her no, like Eric said, but he had this hard-on to contend with now. No sense in jacking off when he had warm and willing flesh at his disposal. “Thanks, Eric. For nothing.”

Eric shrugged and disappeared into the bathroom. Sed stepped back into the bedroom and closed the door. A compromise. He turned to look at the blonde and found she’d become naked.

“I’ll fuck you for like fifteen minutes,” he said, “but then you’ll have to suck me off with some enthusiasm.”

“You can’t come in fifteen minutes?”

“With one chick? No.” Unless it was Jessica. He’d never had a problem finding satisfaction before he’d met her, but since she left him…

“All right. If you don’t come in fifteen minutes, I’ll suck you off. With enthusiasm,” she said, finger quoting “enthusiasm.”

He kicked off his pants and wrapped his hands around her narrow waist. “Are you wet?”

She grinned at him. “Fuck yeah, I’m wet.”

He lifted her off the floor by her waist. “Then slide it in.”

She wrapped her long legs around his waist and reached between them to guide his cock into her body. His hands moved to her ass. He tilted her hips and drove himself deeper. She gasped, her head falling back. “Ah, Sed.”

He stepped closer to the bed. “Lean back.”

She clung to his shoulders and leaned away from him.

“Farther,” he instructed.

“I’ll fall.”

“That’s the idea.”

She slowly leaned back, obviously not trusting him. As she lost her balance, she tumbled back on the bed, landing on her shoulders, her back bent. He followed her as she fell and drove his cock deep.

“Oh God,” she cried. “Sed! Yes, ram me hard.”

At least she was a screamer.

He sandwiched her pelvis between his hands, holding her steady as he thrust down into her and ground his hips. He pulled back and growled as he thrust into her again. Typically, chicks loved it when he growled. He did it when he sang onstage, so it reminded them who was fucking them. This one was no exception.

“Yes, Sed! Yes! Oh God, your voice is so sexy.” She played with her nipples, stroking and plucking at them as she gasped in delight.