Page 35 of Strum Me

Her body bends and sways to the beat, emphasizing words out of time and letting her voice take severe liberties with the melody.

And in this moment, she is undeniably the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my life.

Her dark, luscious hair, pulled into a loose ponytail, sways as she rocks her head, revealing the damp nape of her neck, glowing from a thin layer of sweat from her performance. Her lips make love to the microphone, and my cock tightens as the inevitable thought goes to her mouth on me. She’s pure sex.

But it’s more than that.

She’s exquisite in her sheer confidence, even while playing the clown.

My girl, turning her greatest detractors to pawns in the palm of her hand.

“You’re so vain!” she belts into the microphone, raising her finger and pointing it at me, then jabbing it into the direction of my bandmates. The action makes everyone in the bar turn around.

Suddenly it feels like a hundred eyes are trying to focus on us in the dark, scanning our faces, trying to place us. Then a voice screams out, “OHMYGOD, it’s the ROCK CHAMBER BOYS!”

A loud squeal completely drowns out Emily’s singing and Marius jumps up, shouting, “Run!”

Jez and Hailey scramble from the table as Sebastian waits for Cadence to jump off his lap before leading her out of the bar. I yell out to Emily and she drops her microphone and jumps off the stage, getting a head start from the crowd as they appear starstruck. Grabbing her hand as she runs to me, we follow the rest of our group out the door.

The cool night air is a blessing after the humidity of the bar, and the seven us pant as we cross the street, making our way toward the tour buses.

Our drivers jump into their seats as they see us making our way toward them, cranking open the doors. There’s a high-pitched scream and I glance back. There’s a group of about ten to fifteen women running up behind us.

Jez, Marius, Seb and the girls jump onto the closest bus.

“Go, go!” I yell at them and the door closes behind them

I pull Emily onto the girls’ bus with me and as soon as I’m safe inside, there’s a creak and a thud as our driver activates the door to close. We fall forward as the bus lurches to life. The driver steps on the gas, making a sharp turn to the right following the bus in front, and Emily falls on top of me, knocking me onto one of the white leather recliners.

“Ahhh!” Emily squeals, grabbing hold of my arm.

“Sorry, Mr. Windsor, Miss Butter. We’ll get you out of here,” the driver call out to us through his partition.

“Do what you gotta do, Frank!” I reassure him.

I grab Emily tight around the waist and make sure she’s settled on the chair, squeezed in next to me.

“Hold on, he doesn’t get to do this much, so he’s going to make the most of it,” I explain to Emily.

“Do what?”

“Pretend he’s in a car chase.”

As if on cue, the bus, in all its enormity, swerves to the left, and we can just make out the sound of car horn beeping as we whiz by.

“Does this happen often?” Emily asks through gritted teeth, her knuckles white as she tries to hold on.

“What exactly?”

“Being chased by mobs.”

“Ha-ha. No. We’re not Justin Bieber if that’s what you’re wondering.”

She screws up her nose and it’s all I can do not to kiss it. “I dunno, seemed kinda Justin Bieber Fever-y back there.”

“Ah, yeah, just what teenage girls like. Boring ol’ classical music band.”

“Pfft. Come on. You’re hardly that and you know it.”