His Fall: A Rockstar Romance (Riot Book 1)

Tyler

Tuesday, November 9th 2016 - Velvet Sugar Exotic Dancing, Los Angeles, California- 9:30 PM

Adrenaline is a funny thing. After being on the road for 7 months with the band, I should be exhausted. That's not the case. I'm vibrating with excitement, like I just snorted a line of coke.

I navigate through the expensive, tastefully furnished den of sin, aptly named Velvet Sugar. The dim lights reflect off the plush leather seats and mahogany tables, filled with laughing friends yelling above the pounding music and couples making out. Pushing through the sweaty crowd of dancing, drinking, and probably high partiers, looking for any sign of Victor. Chilling with my best friend means slamming drinks, and entertaining chicks, but if I can't find him, I might as well find someone else to keep me company. That’s what one does at a gentleman’s club, after all.

I finally make it to the the bar and order a shot of vodka.

“Here you go, Mr. Rutledge.” The bartender recognizes me despite my hoodie and sunglasses. Everybody does.

My cell vibrates in my pocket. Victor: Hey, man, where are you?

I huff in response. It's not like he told me where to meet him.

I tap out a hasty a reply: I'm here, over by the bar. Black hoodie, sunglasses.

He replies almost immediately: Bro, you look fuckin' stupid!

Chuckling, I text back: Where are you?

A loud whistle pierces through the thumping music from just behind me. I scan the crowd and spot Victor. As if flailing his arms back and forth in his signature black see-through muscle shirt and black leather pants doesn’t make him look like an idiot. The drooling women pawing over him wouldn’t agree with me, I suppose. I slam my shot, then push through the crowd again to meet up with my partner in crime, more than ready to indulge in another night of sin.

When I reach him, he pulls me into a hug so tight, you’d think we hadn’t spent nearly every day for the last fifteen years together.

"Glad you came. I know you're tired," Victor shouts over the music, guiding me behind the black-beaded curtains.

"Wouldn't miss this for anything in the world." I grin. He said he had a surprise. But, I’ve known him long enough to know it'll include be a lot of chicks and booze.

Victor is silent as he leads me through a narrow, well-lit corridor. Large, framed glamor photos of the lovely ladies who make the Velvet Sugar the place it is, hang on the walls; semi-nude, and posing seductively. I can’t help but see a Private Show booth halfway open from the corner of my eye. I can’t help but look. There’s our bassist, Paul, who’s lost his guitar and instead sits on a leather chair with a shapely woman grinding on him in nothing but an electric blue thong. Noticing me, he tips his beer with sheepish grin. I nod, moving along, glad he’s letting He hardly lets loose for a change like that.

"The other guys coming too?" I ask Victor. When was the last time the whole band went out to a club together?

"Nah, you know this ain't Rio's scene. He's too 'responsible', remember?" Victor scoffs.

I nod, vividly recalling a fight the two of them had over our behavior on tour.

Sorry buddy, I'm not interested in being a 'good boy' tonight.

Victor continues. "And this place is too...vanilla for Tony."

I murmur in understanding. Hell, my sex life is prolific and, messy, and full of experimentation—like what I’m sure is waiting just down the hall. But Tony’s… Well, it’s on a whole other plane.

Victor pulls me up short at a VIP it’s guarded by the epitome of an action hero. Tall, muscular, and bald, the man’s in a black Security t-shirt seems to be pasted to his chest and biceps. He moves aside, then addresses Victor. “Welcome back, Mr. Aimes. The girls are waiting for you.”

Victor chuckles, yanking the door wide open. A squeal of feminine excitement erupts.

"Daddy's back!" he announces, enthusiastically, pulling me into the room before leaping onto the black leather couch covered in a handful of topless exotic dancers. Two pasty blondes in pink thongs grab my ass while a busty African American woman massages my shoulders. My body melts at her touch.

Victor motorboats a curvy Hispanic woman in a purple G-string while a skinny red head rubs his crotch.

"Mm..." I moan deeply, closing my eyes without realizing it. It's been a while since I've relaxed like this.

Victor pulls his face away from his entourage of sexy 'friends' long enough to say, "It's good to be home, eh, brother?" Not waiting for my answer, he noisily suckles on the Latina's dark nipples, making her cry out in pleasure. Flipping her onto her back, he trails his tongue down her stomach, eventually reaching the apex of her thighs.

I slump down in a velvet-cushioned armchair. Suddenly aware of the blondes removing my pants, blood rushes to my already stirred cock and I close my eyes in complete rapture as their warm hands slide over my thighs and up under my stupid hoodie.

A deep, sultry voice purrs from behind the couch." I thought you might like a warm welcome, baby.”

Victor flips over in wide-eyed curiosity; rising from his comfortable spot. My cock twitches and my eyes pop open.

A long-legged, voluptuous redhead in a black mini dress wearing and matching stilettos steps over the couch with ease. "Hi, Vic." She purrs, pushing him down on the couch, stradling his waist. Him and his damned heartthrob-hazel eyes. Always melting women, bringing them to their knees. Wish I had half of his charisma.

She runs her fingers through his shaggy raven locks and Tthey kiss deeply. Meanwhile, the now-lonely Hispanic slides her hand up the leggy redhead's thigh, making me harder with their sideshow.

My sexy masseuse continues on my shoulders, her breasts deliciously cradling my head, while I curiously watch Victor breaks his kiss with Mini Dress slightly, lips still grazing. He murmurs, "Thanks for helping set this up. I missed you so much.” He trails his fingers under her dress, stroking her slowly. Another one of his chick-magnet smirks forms. “Mmm, you missed me, too.”

Better than watching porn, she nods hazily, grinding her hips against his fingers, while guiding the Latina's hand to her breast. Her intense honey-hazel eyes meet mine sparked with mischief and lust.

A sexy, wicked smile spreads across her luscious red lips.

This chick is the right kind of trouble.

"I'm Regina. I manage the girls here, but I also work in fashion. I met Victor on the road in New York." She gives Victor an appraising glance before She reaches her hand out to me. "Enough of that... you can call me Red. All my good acquaintances do.

I shake her hand from my seat, but before I can speak, a hot mouth sheathes my cock, bobbing up and down with enthusiasm. Shit.

Another one suckles on my balls eagerly. “T-Tyler,” I sputter through the euphoria, unembarrassed. “ Pleasure to meet you.”

Victor groans greedily, coming up from behind Red and yanking her mini dress off, leaving her completely nude. He runs his hands over her bare shoulders and waist, his focus zoned in on her silky skin. “We share if you’re interested. Tasting and touching, no kissing or fucking. Those are for me. Understand?” His eyes flick to mine.

"M-My hands are full...maybe next time?" I pant, thrusting my cock deeply into the blonde's mouth, definitely not opposed to taking Victor up on his offer with such a dominant woman.

Red soon forgets I exist as she pushes Victor onto his back and straddles his face. Grinding her hips back and forth quickly, her breasts bounce at a mouthwatering pace. The eager Latina pushes his pants down and starts sucking his cock.

Soon, my trio of seductresses ply me with drinks and willingly devoid me of my clothes. The next few hours pass in a glorious sex-fueled haze. Nothing spells ‘stress relief’ better than booze and sex. And nothing is more freeing than releasing that stress alongside the best friend anyone could ask for.

Damn, being able to fuck to one’s heart’s content in front of your best friend, without judgement or shame, and watching him receive gratification from the girls, knowing he deserves it, too, brings us closer. We revel in the steamy orgies displayed before us, sharing partners, to include Red. Fuck, her pussy tasted like heaven on my tongue while she rode Victor cowgirl style. I don’t think I’ll ever forget how incredible it felt when she came on my face. All my inhibitions melted away as the night bled into morning. Two brothers in the splendid life of music and fame taking what we worked so hard to earn. Eventually, we all collapsed in a pile of limbs and tangled clothing around everyone.

Victor wakes up first, shifting Red off his chest. "Dammit, I forgot!" He jumps over the couch, stark naked, and retrieves a bottle of whiskey. The good kind. Then he grabs some glasses from a table in the corner. He plops back on the couch. "We need to toast!"

I groan, pushing the trio of women off me. "What for?"

We've already drank enough alcohol to kill a village of small children, why on earth do we need more?

His hazel eyes sparkle with excitement as pours each of us a glass. "For blowing it out of the fucking water! We did it, man!" Victor claps my shoulder. "We made our own thing without having help. That's what we're toasting!"

Chuckling, I nod in agreement. He's right, we worked our asses off to make Riot a thing. And it took off like a fucking rocket! I accept the glass. "To wicked times for a wicked life!"

Victor shouts. "Amen to that!" We gulp the drink down, reveling in the delightful burn down our throats. Then he says, "I love you, man."

I smile, clapping his shoulder before saying, "I love you too, man."

Red opens her eyes, murmuring, "Since you two have so much energy, how about another round?" She winks seductively.

Victor gives me a knowing look before licking his lips.

Looks like another sleepless day for the two of us.

Oh well, such is the life of a rock star.