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The lights dim and the crowd begins to disperse, and we make our way backstage to our dressing area.
The hoard of screaming girls lined up to ride the bologna pony, wait patiently by the security guards.
“Hey, why are they out here instead of in there?”
“Your manager said to hold off on all activities for a few. He has someone to introduce you to.”
“All right then. Hey lovelies, you’ll have to wait a few before you can come in. But you won’t regret it. I promise.” I wink at our adoring fans, and we enter our dressing room. Lenny is finishing a call with someone, and the lovely woman he was with is sitting in my chair with her legs crossed. I can see the seat of her thong at the angle her thighs cross.
Calm down, little Simon,I will to my cock.
“Gents, I’d like to introduce you to Myka Johnson. She is the band's new PR and hopefully the savior you need to clean up the band’s image...mainly Simon’s. Myka, this is Stix, Mikey, Sebastian, and your main project, Simon.”
She shakes each of our hands as the introductions are made and I’d be lying if her skin wasn’t as smooth as silk under my grasp.
“My, what an intoxicating fragrance you’re wearing. What is it called, love?”
“Guilty.”
“I bet you are.”
“Simon, please!” Sebastian scolds.
“I can’t help it that an enchantress is standing before me.” I softly stroke her hand still in my grasp. I think I hear her breath hitch, letting me know she’s affected.
“Flattery, Mr. Ashton? Is that how it starts?” She slowly retreats from my touch.
“How what starts? The art of lovemaking? If that’s how you want it, baby. I do aim to please.”
Her face sours at my attempts to woo her, which is even more of a turn-on to me.
“No, I mean your trail of tears from all these women who say they’ve slept with you.”
“It is true, love. I have slept with my share of women, but I promise, they weren’t crying.”
She tosses her arms up in an exasperated manner. “Morrison, I can’t with him.”
“How do you know, love? You’ve never even given me a try. I promise I won’t disappoint.”
“Simon,” the group shouts collectively.
“For bloody sakes, man. Tame your fucking libido and listen to what the pretty lady has to say,” Stix implores.
I raise my hands and grab a seat. “Okay, Miss. What do you have to say? Please hurry. We have adoring fans waiting on us.”
“Fine. Tomorrow morning at ten a.m., we will meet at Meteor Records. There, we will discuss the current scutter and I will tell you my plan to course correct your ruined image with the media and, frankly, the world.”
The lads all bob their heads.
I for one don’t agree with the terms. “Ten a.m.? Are you mad? I don’t even get up until two or later. Especially if we have a show the night before.”
“Simon, it’s a new day for Osiris. We have a lot of your mess to clean up and you need to be willing and able to see the tasks through.”
“Bollocks. If you think I’m going to march to your beat, you’ve got another thing coming, love. No matter how pretty you are.”
“Simon, please,” Lenny states.
“No, I’m sorry. But I will not be handled by some fit woman who thinks she’s the boss of me.”
