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jerks her head to the side and pops her
neck. “I’d like nothing more than to knock those fucknuts down a
few decibels. Especially Rax.”
    “ Is that a yes?” Jillian
puffs on her cigarette casually, like her panties never even thought about getting in
a wad. Her bad ass probably goes commando to avoid the possibility.
She’s a fucking drill sergeant with an attitude problem.
    “ I need some time to think
about it.”
    Jillian checks her watch. “Will five minutes
do?”
    The sound of car wheels crunching over
gravel brings up our heads, and we all turn to the door.
    “ Make that thirty
seconds,” she says.
    A bomb drops in my
gut. Please tell me you didn’t invite them
here, Jillian. Please.
    “ I invited Killer Dixon
over so we could talk about the tour.” Jillian flips her cigarette
into the silver can and ambles to the door. “Must be them
now.”
    Tick-tock.
    Kate’s lips smash together, and she shakes
her head. “Son of a bitch.”
    Tick-tock.
    I join Kate and beckon to Jinx. Fingering
her bottom lip, she slinks over. I toss my arms around my
bandmates’ shoulders and say, “We’re better than them. We’re
stronger than them. And we’re gonna rock harder than them. We have
nothing to worry about. Let’s just play nice, use the guys like the
tools they are, and pluck tiny violins for their broke asses on our
way to the bank. There ain’t nothing they can do to put us
down.”
    Tick-tock.
    “ Ladies, you know Rax and
Toombs,” Jillian calls. “And this is Killer Dixon’s new
singer-bassist, Todd Armstrong.”
    Tick-tock.
    I look past Jinx to the three dudes
darkening the doorway. The one in the middle takes off his
sunglasses and hooks them on the front of his shirt beneath a black
pea coat. His pouty lips settle into an amused smile when his gaze
collides with mine. One pierced brow arches.
    KA-BLAM!
    If I had nuts, they’d have crawled so far up
my ass, my breath would smell like cum.
    My heart chokes on its own blood as the guy
I fucked last night steps up and says, “You can call me
Shades.”
     
     

 
     
     
     
    Man Pasties and G-String
Banana Hammocks

    The motherfucker I butt-plowed last night is
with Killer Dixon? No fucking way.
    And he’s rich ? I guess I
should’ve known when he took me to the fancy hotel, but I just
assumed he was really horny and desperate to get his kink on. Who
would’ve guessed a loaded dude like him would be into that sort of
shit?
    Kate winds her arms over her chest with a
loud sigh. Fury rolls off her like heat waves over hot Georgia
pavement in August.
    I suppose Shades’s sexual proclivities are
the least of my worries at the moment.
    I turn my head to the
ceiling and say a silent prayer: Sweet
Baby Jeebus, if you’ll have mercy on me and not let Kate find out
what I did with Shades, I won’t masturbate in confessional anymore,
I swear. Amen.
    Jillian walks
Shades— Todd —Rax
Wrathbone, and Toombs Badcock over. The smell of leather beats the
hay into submission and shits on it. The male specimens blocking
our path look us over top to bottom.
    “ Kate, Letty, Jinx.”
Jillian gestures to each of us in turn.
    Shades smiles and nods.
    “ How’s it going, Kate?”
Rax stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets and notches his head. He
takes in her boobs with a long, unapologetic ogling.
    At about six feet, he’s the shortest of the
three. The top layer of his chin-length black hair is pulled into a
topknot. Shrewd, blue eyes. The tattooed head of a cobra poises,
fangs ready to strike his neck. The rest of the serpent’s body
disappears under his black coat collar.
    Kate told me Rax’s tattoo winds around his
back, down his stomach, and the tail ends at the head of his cock.
I’ll believe it when I see it.
    Rax is the “brains” behind the Killer Dixon
operation. Songwriter/thief, guitarist, sex emperor. Or so I’ve
heard.
    Kate makes a show of raking her gaze down
him, a mockery of his greeting. “I’d be a hell of a lot better with
a