Chapter Thirty-seven, Dare
Posted by DiF on Saturday, August 13, 2011
Title: Midnight Shift: Chapter Thirty-seven, Dare
Rating: R [language, drinking, drugs, mild sexual situations]
Summary: Jimmy is feeling confident for the second Earls Court show, though Peter tempers it some. Cameron and Summer hang out, even attending a party. Robert does not have a good after party experience.
With one performance down and his mood turned around from conversations with Summer, Jimmy looked forward to the second concert. There had been a few inconsistencies in the first show, but he did not care that much about them. Initial performances could be a bit off, especially when adding in a new section like the acoustic set Robert suggested. That particular part of the show caused the most problems, with Robert forgetting words to songs and Jimmy struggling with the fingerpicking. However, he was certain they would work it all out.
His mood was a complete turnaround from the day before. He did not have any doubt as to why. In fact, he would ring Summer once again, before heading back down to Earls Court for the preshow. Part of him felt bad for waking her after keeping her up so late, but Summer gave no indication he was even inconveniencing her. They chatted for a while before he attempted to seduce her into performing like the night before.
An hour later, Jimmy hung up the phone, rolled out of bed, and headed directly to the shower to wash the gooey mess from his skin. He loved his girlfriend.
With his dark hair and body clean, Jimmy spent time on his appearance. He dried and curled his hair, moisturized his skin, and dressed in a fashionable silk shirt. After slipping on his boots, he dropped a few items of luck into his pockets, located his hotel key, and headed out of the room. He stopped at the front desk and requested housekeeping service but turned down the offer for a car. It felt like a day to take a walk.
Stepping out of the hotel, his eyes flicked to the sky beyond the awning. Sighing the familiar English gray hanging about, he sighed and returned to the lobby. Atmosphere heavy with moisture would simply not work for his appearance. He did not want to completely re-style his hair upon arrival at the venue. A car was the only solution.
As he stood at the desk, Peter approached the guitarist. He waved off the front desk receptionist, halting the pretty brunette from calling for a car. As Jimmy was about to complain, the manager tapped his shoulder, drawing his frustrated eyes. Instantly understanding, he thanked the girl and turned to face the rotund man fully. The two shook hands and Peter led him out to a waiting car.
“I have good news and I have bad news,” the manager stated, eyes on Jimmy.
“Well have it out,” he motioned a bit dismissively, glancing out the window and noticing a small crowd of girls gathered in front of the hotel. “Who are they–”
“The girls found you, Jimmy,” he stated.
“Bloody hell,” he muttered, moving back from the window.
“I have booked you into another hotel. Someone will bring your things later.”
His eyes went to Peter, “What if Summer calls me?”
“We will make certain she knows where you will be,” he responded. “Actually it is Summer I want to talk to you about.”
The guitarist’s dark eyes darkened slightly, “What about her?”
“Well… I’ve managed to find out where her passport is stuck.”
“Excellent. When will she be here?”
“That would be the bad news,” Peter stated.
Jimmy sighed, “Out with it.”
“It looks like the earliest we could get her here is May twenty-sixth.”
“Bloody hell,” he mumbled.
“Exactly,” the manager nodded. “How would you like us to proceed?”
Leaning against the window, glancing out, his breath a fog on the window, “Fix her passport. I’m going to want to take her out of New York anyways. But I’ll fly there after the last show to collect her myself.”
“Of course. You need not worry, Jimmy. She is with you in spirit.”
“That is not bloody enough and you know it.”
“I have seen the guest list for tonight. Perhaps you will find someone to keep you company after the show.”
Rather than explain to the manager that he did not want just anyone to keep him company, Jimmy remained silent. It was only another week. He could handle it. He just hoped that Summer could.
“What is this that I hear about Robert separating from Maureen?”
Jimmy glanced at the manager in disinterest, “He no longer wants to be with her.”
“I put a halt to that,” he declared. “It is up to you to convince Robert it is a bad idea.”
The guitarist smirked, “And why would I do that?”
“Do you really want to free him up to chase after Summer?”
“He will chase her regardless of his marital status, as you already know,” Jimmy pointed out.
“Not if he’s spending time fixing his marriage with his wife.”
The guitarist stared at the manager for a long moment, before saying, “You want me to convince Robert to stay with and woo his wife to keep him away from Summer.”
“Precisely,” the manager lit a cigarette. “Everyone would be a winner in that situation. Well, except, Charlotte. What are we going to do about her?”
“I’ll handle it,” he looked back out the window.
“Right, yes of course. Move her up to your Scotland house for the winter? I am sure that will go splendidly.”
“I am not kicking the mother of my child out of my house, especially as you know well; I cannot inhabit it with the current tax laws. I will handle Charlotte and we will discuss Scarlet. It is nothing for you to be concerned about,” Jimmy glanced at Peter for a moment before looking back out the window. “You just see that Summer’s passport is ready to go as soon as possible. I will handle the rest.”
The manager smirked but said nothing else. He had said what he wanted to say. He was not going to allow his band to squander what they had built just to chase pussy. Besides, he could supply them with all the sex they could ever need, as he always had.
Plopping down on the couch next to Cameron, Summer stared at him expectantly. He shifted a bit uncomfortably but did not look her direction. She sighed dramatically, trying to get him to look at her without saying anything. He continued to ignore her, feigning intense interest in the commercial on the television. Frowning, she reached over and poked his thigh. Cameron struggled to keep a straight face, to continue ignoring her.
With a bit of a grown, Summer quickly pivoted into his lap. Before Cameron could do or say anything, she smashed her lips into his. He gasped and pushed her back. She grinned brightly, her eyes locked with his.
“I was beginning to think I was going to have to blow you to get you to pay attention to me,” she declared.
“Summer!”
“Well you were ignoring everything.”
“You have a boyfriend.”
“And he’s on the other side of the ocean,” she declared, remaining in his lap.
“That doesn’t matter.”
“Sure it does,” Summer did not even pause before announcing. “I’m bored.”
“And I’m supposed to entertain you?”
“Yes.”
Cameron rolled his eyes, “That’s not fair.”
“Fine then,” she moved out of his lap and stood. “I’ll just go wander New York and find something to do.”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her back onto the couch, “You will do no such thing.”
Shifting so that she sat Indian-style sideways on the couch, facing him, Summer responded, “Then what are we going to do?”
“You want to read some more?”
“No.”
“You won’t get any better if you don’t practice, Summer,” he pointed out.
“I don’t want to read children’s books, Cameron. I want to read adult books.”
“You have to master one to move onto the next level.”
She sighed, “That’s not fair.”
“Well maybe if you had paid more attention to reading when you were younger and less time to fucking off, this wouldn’t be an issue.”
Her eyes narrowed, “How dare you.”
“Okay, I’m sorry. That was an unfair blow,” Cameron quickly corrected. “Do you want to go back to the library and pick out some other books?”
“No. Reading is boring. I want to do something.”
He frowned, “You miss the parties from touring, don’t you?”
“I… well kinda. I miss the constant action from being on tour. But that was like two months ago. I spent the past six weeks with Jimmy at the beach house. We didn’t do a whole lot of partying there,” she responded.
“Well… I know of a party we could go to tonight, if you wanted.”
“Really?” her voice and face brightened.
“Um, yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “Sure. But it wouldn’t be until tonight.”
She grinned, “I don’t care. It will make the day go by quickly!”
He chuckled, “Okay then. We’ll go to Todd’s party.”
“Todd who?”
“Rundgren.”
“Should I know him?”
Cameron fell silent.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
He quickly got up, “Go get dressed. We’re going to the record store. And to get hot dogs.”
“Yes!” Summer jumped up. “Hot dogs!”
He chuckled and slapped her butt as she turned towards her bedroom, “Get dressed, little girl. I’ll get the dog ready.”
A few hours later and countless listening sessions to as many Todd Rundgren albums as they could find, Summer skipped back into her room to shower and get ready for the party. She dressed in a sexy, fashionable dress purchased by Jimmy before he left, dried her hair, and curled it into long waves with Jimmy’s curling iron. After slathering on some makeup the way the girl at the makeup counter instructed, Summer stepped out of her bathroom, put on a pair of two-inch heels, and wobbled out of the bedroom.
Glancing up, Cameron bit his cheek to keep from laughing. He got up from the couch and approached the young blonde. Saying nothing, he rubbed his thumb over her lips, smudging and fading her lipstick. He then reached for a tissue and proceeded to wipe half of her makeup off.
“What did you do that for?” Summer asked.
Cameron kissed her nose before stepping away and discarding the tissue, “You are too pretty to hide it all away under all of that, Summer.”
She blushed, “I just wanted to fit in.”
“You don’t have anything to worry about, Summer. Promise.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. Let’s go have dinner and then we’ll head to the party,” he suggested.
They ate dinner two blocks from Todd’s flat. Summer squealed in delight about every dish presented her, finding many of the servings fed a craving or two. How the boy sitting across from her knew just what to order, she had no idea, but it did not really matter. She was happy and her nerves about the party dissipating.
Holding her hand, Cameron led Summer into the elevator up to Todd’s apartment. He was a bit surprised they were the only headed up, but said nothing, not wanting to worry Summer. His own concerns were instantly squashed as the elevator doors as many beautiful people moved about the floor, a few stepping into the elevator as Cameron and Summer stepped out. They made their way down the hall, getting in queue with a few couples.
A bulky man in a dark suit stood at the door, controlling access to the party. He checked names on a list, waving pretty girls in. As Summer and Cameron reached the door, he quickly glanced over the blond and waved her in. She flashed him a smile and headed in, her hand still clutching Cameron’s. The man’s arm shot up, blocking Cameron’s entrance and snapping Summer back from the instant stop.
“Not you,” he grumbled to Cameron.
His eyes went wide, “But I was invited!”
The large man’s eyes narrowed, “Name?”
“Cameron Crowe.”
“Cameron, I need to pee,” Summer muttered softly as the man looked down the list.
His eyes went to their hands and he released hers, “Go on in. I’ll find you.”
“Nope, no Crowe,” the guard declared.
“Cameron?”
“I’ll find you,” he repeated before turning his attention back to the one blocking his entrance. “I’m sure I’m on the list. Todd invited me himself. Ask him.”
Leaving Cameron behind to argue with the door attendant, Summer turned and headed into the party. Her blue eyes cast about, looking for any familiar face, not that she really needed company in that very moment. Giving up trying to find someone she knew, she focused on locating the bathroom. Relieved she hardly had to wait to get into the facilities, though she made certain to lock the door behind her after remembering the disruption at her own birthday party.
With her hands dried, Summer returned to the party, making her way back to the door. A few people tried to chat with her, but she was dismissive, not wanting to leave Cameron long if he was still stuck at the door. As she reached the entrance, a frown filled her face. Cameron was no longer at the door. Panic began to rise in her soul.
“Excuse me?” she interrupted the door attendant.
His dark eyes went to hers, “What?”
“That boy that I was with… do you know where he went?”
He turned to block another group from entering, “Why the fuck would I care? I let him in and that’s that.”
“Thank you,” she sighed and turned away.
Worry tainting her eyes, Summer moved through the party, searching for Cameron. She passed through clusters of partygoers, hardly speaking at all. Room after room she visited, some more than once, without finding him. Giving up, she stopped where she was and leaned against the wall, her eyes focused on the floor to hold back the tears. She had lost her friend, all because she needed to use the restroom.
Fingers touched her chin, tilting her face up. Her blue eyes met kind soft brown eyes. Before she could even greet the unknown man, he kissed her. She gasped slightly, allowing his tongue to slip into her mouth briefly. Her eyes were wide as she stared into his.
“Hello, beautiful,” he smiled, his fingers caressing her cheek
“Uh, hi.”
“How is it that I have never met – “ he kissed her again “– or tasted you before?”
“Um… I don’t know?”
“Come with me,” his fingers dropped from her cheek and grabbed her hand.
Without pause, he pulled her through the party, briefly speaking with some of the guests. Some invited him to drink, toke, or more, but he refused them all. By the time, they reached his destination, she realized who the mystery man was who guided her along. He led her into a bedroom with a large central bed. After closing the door behind them, he headed to the bed, pulling her to sit in his lap as soon as he sat.
His lips touched hers again, briefly, “Who should I thank for such a gift?”
“Excuse me?”
“What’s your name, pretty girl?”
“Summer Davis… Dylan.”
Thinking the hesitation in her voice was due to his lips nibbling on her bare shoulder, Todd continued his seduction, “Who did you come to the party with?”
“Cameron…”
He leaned back up, meeting her eyes, “Cameron who?”
“Crowe…”
Not immediately recognizing the name, he responded, “Is he your boyfriend?”
“No…”
He quickly kissed her, “Do you have a boyfriend?”
“Yes.”
He pulled back, ceasing his kisses, “Who?”
“Jimmy Page.”
“Oh really?” he smirked, his hand on her knee, slipping under the hem of her short skirt.
“Todd… stop,” she requested in a whisper.
“Is that what you really want?” his hand caressed softly upwards.
Her hand slapped down on his, trapping it under her skirt, “Yes.”
Todd leaned forward to kiss her again. Before his lips touched hers, the door opened. In stepped Todd’s girlfriend, Bebe, with Cameron on her heels. Todd did not remove his hand from her thigh, but did halt with his lips inches from her lips. Not saying a word, Cameron stalked pass Bebe, grabbed Summer’s hand, and pulled her to her feet, breaking the hold Todd had on her. Saying nothing the young man, pulled her by Bebe who seemed to be suppressing giggles, he and Summer left the bedroom. They hurried through the party, drawing the attention of a few of the guests, but not most.
“What was going on in there?” he asked, pulling her into an empty corner.
“I… I don’t know. I was looking for you and I couldn’t find you and I was waiting in the hallway and almost crying and he just came up and…”
“Are you okay?” his eyes softened.
“I… yeah, I’m fine,” she responded. “I just… don’t leave me again.”
“Do you want to leave?”
“Only if you do…”
He quickly hugged her tightly, “Are you sure?”
“…I guess.”
“Let’s go. We’ll go see a movie instead,” he suggested.
“You sure?” her eyes went to his.
Cameron nodded, “I don’t think this is where we need to be tonight. A movie will be great. Come on, sweetie.”
While he would have stopped and said goodbye to their host and hostess, under the circumstances he opted not to. Holding Summer’s hand, he led her all the way out of the party and back to the elevator. They did not speak about the incident, though he did not even consider releasing her hand once. A quiet night at the movie theater was amuch better option than a party where drugs, booze, and sex was expected.
Lounging on a sofa at the after party, Robert sipped on champagne. The second show played much better than the first. He hardly relied on Bonzo to get him through the lyrics of Bron Yr Aur Stomp. Even Jimmy seemed to play better, which he toasted to his best friend a few bottles of champagne ago. His spirits were certainly high. The show had gone well and he was days away from being reunited with his true love, Summer.
He glanced up as a pretty girl plopped down and offered him a joint. Before long, the girl was in his lap. She moved from sharing tokes with him to slipping her tongue in his mouth. Drunk tremendously and high as well, he did not bother to push her away. He did not even protest when her hand dropped to his pants, rubbing his cock as it strained against his tight pants.
Groaning, he shifted on the sofa, pressing his hips towards her. Her lips moved to kiss, nibble, and suck on his throat while her fingers worked his pants open. He had absolutely no control over her, nor the ability to stop her actions. Instead, he just moaned.
Glancing over at the singer, Jimmy smirked as the groupie began to fellate him. He turned his attention back to his conversation, though he knew things were going to explode – before Robert did. His dark eyes flicked to the door as it opened. Seeing the arrived guest, he shifted in his seat, leaning back to watch the action unfold.
The young woman glanced around the after party her entire body language changed. Her dark eyes landed on Robert, his eyes closed as the groupie sucked and slurped his cock. Those at the party who knew who she was, fell silent. One by one everyone else stopped talking, focusing on the woman. She picked up a cup of beer and marched over to him. Without saying a word, she poured the entire contents on Robert’s head, clearly not caring that it splashed on the girl as well.
Robert’s eyes flashed open, “WHAT THE FUC – Maureen?”
“How dare you. How DARE you,” she hissed.
He wiped the beer from his face, tucked his erection back into his pants, and got to his feet, “What are you going on about, woman?”
“Me!? Me!? You are the one who invited me to come to the show and this is how you welcome me!?” she motioned to the young woman who refused to look at the irate band wife.
His eyes darkened, “Invite you? Why would I invite you?”
“Indeed,” Maureen responded, turned on her heel, and stomped out of the room.
Robert stood there for a long moment, trying to figure out what had just happened. Still drunk and buzzed, he shrugged and returned to the sofa. Bonzo happily yelled something and tossed an unopened beer to Robert. Lines of cocaine were drawn and the paused party jumped right back into motion, the interruption quickly forgotten by everyone – except Robert. With his wife’s appearance weighing down his soul, his drunkenness changed from giggly to broody, making everyone avoid him. But he did not care. Something was not right, and he did not know what it was at all.
Rating: R [language, drinking, drugs, mild sexual situations]
Summary: Jimmy is feeling confident for the second Earls Court show, though Peter tempers it some. Cameron and Summer hang out, even attending a party. Robert does not have a good after party experience.
With one performance down and his mood turned around from conversations with Summer, Jimmy looked forward to the second concert. There had been a few inconsistencies in the first show, but he did not care that much about them. Initial performances could be a bit off, especially when adding in a new section like the acoustic set Robert suggested. That particular part of the show caused the most problems, with Robert forgetting words to songs and Jimmy struggling with the fingerpicking. However, he was certain they would work it all out.
His mood was a complete turnaround from the day before. He did not have any doubt as to why. In fact, he would ring Summer once again, before heading back down to Earls Court for the preshow. Part of him felt bad for waking her after keeping her up so late, but Summer gave no indication he was even inconveniencing her. They chatted for a while before he attempted to seduce her into performing like the night before.
An hour later, Jimmy hung up the phone, rolled out of bed, and headed directly to the shower to wash the gooey mess from his skin. He loved his girlfriend.
With his dark hair and body clean, Jimmy spent time on his appearance. He dried and curled his hair, moisturized his skin, and dressed in a fashionable silk shirt. After slipping on his boots, he dropped a few items of luck into his pockets, located his hotel key, and headed out of the room. He stopped at the front desk and requested housekeeping service but turned down the offer for a car. It felt like a day to take a walk.
Stepping out of the hotel, his eyes flicked to the sky beyond the awning. Sighing the familiar English gray hanging about, he sighed and returned to the lobby. Atmosphere heavy with moisture would simply not work for his appearance. He did not want to completely re-style his hair upon arrival at the venue. A car was the only solution.
As he stood at the desk, Peter approached the guitarist. He waved off the front desk receptionist, halting the pretty brunette from calling for a car. As Jimmy was about to complain, the manager tapped his shoulder, drawing his frustrated eyes. Instantly understanding, he thanked the girl and turned to face the rotund man fully. The two shook hands and Peter led him out to a waiting car.
“I have good news and I have bad news,” the manager stated, eyes on Jimmy.
“Well have it out,” he motioned a bit dismissively, glancing out the window and noticing a small crowd of girls gathered in front of the hotel. “Who are they–”
“The girls found you, Jimmy,” he stated.
“Bloody hell,” he muttered, moving back from the window.
“I have booked you into another hotel. Someone will bring your things later.”
His eyes went to Peter, “What if Summer calls me?”
“We will make certain she knows where you will be,” he responded. “Actually it is Summer I want to talk to you about.”
The guitarist’s dark eyes darkened slightly, “What about her?”
“Well… I’ve managed to find out where her passport is stuck.”
“Excellent. When will she be here?”
“That would be the bad news,” Peter stated.
Jimmy sighed, “Out with it.”
“It looks like the earliest we could get her here is May twenty-sixth.”
“Bloody hell,” he mumbled.
“Exactly,” the manager nodded. “How would you like us to proceed?”
Leaning against the window, glancing out, his breath a fog on the window, “Fix her passport. I’m going to want to take her out of New York anyways. But I’ll fly there after the last show to collect her myself.”
“Of course. You need not worry, Jimmy. She is with you in spirit.”
“That is not bloody enough and you know it.”
“I have seen the guest list for tonight. Perhaps you will find someone to keep you company after the show.”
Rather than explain to the manager that he did not want just anyone to keep him company, Jimmy remained silent. It was only another week. He could handle it. He just hoped that Summer could.
“What is this that I hear about Robert separating from Maureen?”
Jimmy glanced at the manager in disinterest, “He no longer wants to be with her.”
“I put a halt to that,” he declared. “It is up to you to convince Robert it is a bad idea.”
The guitarist smirked, “And why would I do that?”
“Do you really want to free him up to chase after Summer?”
“He will chase her regardless of his marital status, as you already know,” Jimmy pointed out.
“Not if he’s spending time fixing his marriage with his wife.”
The guitarist stared at the manager for a long moment, before saying, “You want me to convince Robert to stay with and woo his wife to keep him away from Summer.”
“Precisely,” the manager lit a cigarette. “Everyone would be a winner in that situation. Well, except, Charlotte. What are we going to do about her?”
“I’ll handle it,” he looked back out the window.
“Right, yes of course. Move her up to your Scotland house for the winter? I am sure that will go splendidly.”
“I am not kicking the mother of my child out of my house, especially as you know well; I cannot inhabit it with the current tax laws. I will handle Charlotte and we will discuss Scarlet. It is nothing for you to be concerned about,” Jimmy glanced at Peter for a moment before looking back out the window. “You just see that Summer’s passport is ready to go as soon as possible. I will handle the rest.”
The manager smirked but said nothing else. He had said what he wanted to say. He was not going to allow his band to squander what they had built just to chase pussy. Besides, he could supply them with all the sex they could ever need, as he always had.
Plopping down on the couch next to Cameron, Summer stared at him expectantly. He shifted a bit uncomfortably but did not look her direction. She sighed dramatically, trying to get him to look at her without saying anything. He continued to ignore her, feigning intense interest in the commercial on the television. Frowning, she reached over and poked his thigh. Cameron struggled to keep a straight face, to continue ignoring her.
With a bit of a grown, Summer quickly pivoted into his lap. Before Cameron could do or say anything, she smashed her lips into his. He gasped and pushed her back. She grinned brightly, her eyes locked with his.
“I was beginning to think I was going to have to blow you to get you to pay attention to me,” she declared.
“Summer!”
“Well you were ignoring everything.”
“You have a boyfriend.”
“And he’s on the other side of the ocean,” she declared, remaining in his lap.
“That doesn’t matter.”
“Sure it does,” Summer did not even pause before announcing. “I’m bored.”
“And I’m supposed to entertain you?”
“Yes.”
Cameron rolled his eyes, “That’s not fair.”
“Fine then,” she moved out of his lap and stood. “I’ll just go wander New York and find something to do.”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her back onto the couch, “You will do no such thing.”
Shifting so that she sat Indian-style sideways on the couch, facing him, Summer responded, “Then what are we going to do?”
“You want to read some more?”
“No.”
“You won’t get any better if you don’t practice, Summer,” he pointed out.
“I don’t want to read children’s books, Cameron. I want to read adult books.”
“You have to master one to move onto the next level.”
She sighed, “That’s not fair.”
“Well maybe if you had paid more attention to reading when you were younger and less time to fucking off, this wouldn’t be an issue.”
Her eyes narrowed, “How dare you.”
“Okay, I’m sorry. That was an unfair blow,” Cameron quickly corrected. “Do you want to go back to the library and pick out some other books?”
“No. Reading is boring. I want to do something.”
He frowned, “You miss the parties from touring, don’t you?”
“I… well kinda. I miss the constant action from being on tour. But that was like two months ago. I spent the past six weeks with Jimmy at the beach house. We didn’t do a whole lot of partying there,” she responded.
“Well… I know of a party we could go to tonight, if you wanted.”
“Really?” her voice and face brightened.
“Um, yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “Sure. But it wouldn’t be until tonight.”
She grinned, “I don’t care. It will make the day go by quickly!”
He chuckled, “Okay then. We’ll go to Todd’s party.”
“Todd who?”
“Rundgren.”
“Should I know him?”
Cameron fell silent.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
He quickly got up, “Go get dressed. We’re going to the record store. And to get hot dogs.”
“Yes!” Summer jumped up. “Hot dogs!”
He chuckled and slapped her butt as she turned towards her bedroom, “Get dressed, little girl. I’ll get the dog ready.”
A few hours later and countless listening sessions to as many Todd Rundgren albums as they could find, Summer skipped back into her room to shower and get ready for the party. She dressed in a sexy, fashionable dress purchased by Jimmy before he left, dried her hair, and curled it into long waves with Jimmy’s curling iron. After slathering on some makeup the way the girl at the makeup counter instructed, Summer stepped out of her bathroom, put on a pair of two-inch heels, and wobbled out of the bedroom.
Glancing up, Cameron bit his cheek to keep from laughing. He got up from the couch and approached the young blonde. Saying nothing, he rubbed his thumb over her lips, smudging and fading her lipstick. He then reached for a tissue and proceeded to wipe half of her makeup off.
“What did you do that for?” Summer asked.
Cameron kissed her nose before stepping away and discarding the tissue, “You are too pretty to hide it all away under all of that, Summer.”
She blushed, “I just wanted to fit in.”
“You don’t have anything to worry about, Summer. Promise.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. Let’s go have dinner and then we’ll head to the party,” he suggested.
They ate dinner two blocks from Todd’s flat. Summer squealed in delight about every dish presented her, finding many of the servings fed a craving or two. How the boy sitting across from her knew just what to order, she had no idea, but it did not really matter. She was happy and her nerves about the party dissipating.
Holding her hand, Cameron led Summer into the elevator up to Todd’s apartment. He was a bit surprised they were the only headed up, but said nothing, not wanting to worry Summer. His own concerns were instantly squashed as the elevator doors as many beautiful people moved about the floor, a few stepping into the elevator as Cameron and Summer stepped out. They made their way down the hall, getting in queue with a few couples.
A bulky man in a dark suit stood at the door, controlling access to the party. He checked names on a list, waving pretty girls in. As Summer and Cameron reached the door, he quickly glanced over the blond and waved her in. She flashed him a smile and headed in, her hand still clutching Cameron’s. The man’s arm shot up, blocking Cameron’s entrance and snapping Summer back from the instant stop.
“Not you,” he grumbled to Cameron.
His eyes went wide, “But I was invited!”
The large man’s eyes narrowed, “Name?”
“Cameron Crowe.”
“Cameron, I need to pee,” Summer muttered softly as the man looked down the list.
His eyes went to their hands and he released hers, “Go on in. I’ll find you.”
“Nope, no Crowe,” the guard declared.
“Cameron?”
“I’ll find you,” he repeated before turning his attention back to the one blocking his entrance. “I’m sure I’m on the list. Todd invited me himself. Ask him.”
Leaving Cameron behind to argue with the door attendant, Summer turned and headed into the party. Her blue eyes cast about, looking for any familiar face, not that she really needed company in that very moment. Giving up trying to find someone she knew, she focused on locating the bathroom. Relieved she hardly had to wait to get into the facilities, though she made certain to lock the door behind her after remembering the disruption at her own birthday party.
With her hands dried, Summer returned to the party, making her way back to the door. A few people tried to chat with her, but she was dismissive, not wanting to leave Cameron long if he was still stuck at the door. As she reached the entrance, a frown filled her face. Cameron was no longer at the door. Panic began to rise in her soul.
“Excuse me?” she interrupted the door attendant.
His dark eyes went to hers, “What?”
“That boy that I was with… do you know where he went?”
He turned to block another group from entering, “Why the fuck would I care? I let him in and that’s that.”
“Thank you,” she sighed and turned away.
Worry tainting her eyes, Summer moved through the party, searching for Cameron. She passed through clusters of partygoers, hardly speaking at all. Room after room she visited, some more than once, without finding him. Giving up, she stopped where she was and leaned against the wall, her eyes focused on the floor to hold back the tears. She had lost her friend, all because she needed to use the restroom.
Fingers touched her chin, tilting her face up. Her blue eyes met kind soft brown eyes. Before she could even greet the unknown man, he kissed her. She gasped slightly, allowing his tongue to slip into her mouth briefly. Her eyes were wide as she stared into his.
“Hello, beautiful,” he smiled, his fingers caressing her cheek
“Uh, hi.”
“How is it that I have never met – “ he kissed her again “– or tasted you before?”
“Um… I don’t know?”
“Come with me,” his fingers dropped from her cheek and grabbed her hand.
Without pause, he pulled her through the party, briefly speaking with some of the guests. Some invited him to drink, toke, or more, but he refused them all. By the time, they reached his destination, she realized who the mystery man was who guided her along. He led her into a bedroom with a large central bed. After closing the door behind them, he headed to the bed, pulling her to sit in his lap as soon as he sat.
His lips touched hers again, briefly, “Who should I thank for such a gift?”
“Excuse me?”
“What’s your name, pretty girl?”
“Summer Davis… Dylan.”
Thinking the hesitation in her voice was due to his lips nibbling on her bare shoulder, Todd continued his seduction, “Who did you come to the party with?”
“Cameron…”
He leaned back up, meeting her eyes, “Cameron who?”
“Crowe…”
Not immediately recognizing the name, he responded, “Is he your boyfriend?”
“No…”
He quickly kissed her, “Do you have a boyfriend?”
“Yes.”
He pulled back, ceasing his kisses, “Who?”
“Jimmy Page.”
“Oh really?” he smirked, his hand on her knee, slipping under the hem of her short skirt.
“Todd… stop,” she requested in a whisper.
“Is that what you really want?” his hand caressed softly upwards.
Her hand slapped down on his, trapping it under her skirt, “Yes.”
Todd leaned forward to kiss her again. Before his lips touched hers, the door opened. In stepped Todd’s girlfriend, Bebe, with Cameron on her heels. Todd did not remove his hand from her thigh, but did halt with his lips inches from her lips. Not saying a word, Cameron stalked pass Bebe, grabbed Summer’s hand, and pulled her to her feet, breaking the hold Todd had on her. Saying nothing the young man, pulled her by Bebe who seemed to be suppressing giggles, he and Summer left the bedroom. They hurried through the party, drawing the attention of a few of the guests, but not most.
“What was going on in there?” he asked, pulling her into an empty corner.
“I… I don’t know. I was looking for you and I couldn’t find you and I was waiting in the hallway and almost crying and he just came up and…”
“Are you okay?” his eyes softened.
“I… yeah, I’m fine,” she responded. “I just… don’t leave me again.”
“Do you want to leave?”
“Only if you do…”
He quickly hugged her tightly, “Are you sure?”
“…I guess.”
“Let’s go. We’ll go see a movie instead,” he suggested.
“You sure?” her eyes went to his.
Cameron nodded, “I don’t think this is where we need to be tonight. A movie will be great. Come on, sweetie.”
While he would have stopped and said goodbye to their host and hostess, under the circumstances he opted not to. Holding Summer’s hand, he led her all the way out of the party and back to the elevator. They did not speak about the incident, though he did not even consider releasing her hand once. A quiet night at the movie theater was amuch better option than a party where drugs, booze, and sex was expected.
Lounging on a sofa at the after party, Robert sipped on champagne. The second show played much better than the first. He hardly relied on Bonzo to get him through the lyrics of Bron Yr Aur Stomp. Even Jimmy seemed to play better, which he toasted to his best friend a few bottles of champagne ago. His spirits were certainly high. The show had gone well and he was days away from being reunited with his true love, Summer.
He glanced up as a pretty girl plopped down and offered him a joint. Before long, the girl was in his lap. She moved from sharing tokes with him to slipping her tongue in his mouth. Drunk tremendously and high as well, he did not bother to push her away. He did not even protest when her hand dropped to his pants, rubbing his cock as it strained against his tight pants.
Groaning, he shifted on the sofa, pressing his hips towards her. Her lips moved to kiss, nibble, and suck on his throat while her fingers worked his pants open. He had absolutely no control over her, nor the ability to stop her actions. Instead, he just moaned.
Glancing over at the singer, Jimmy smirked as the groupie began to fellate him. He turned his attention back to his conversation, though he knew things were going to explode – before Robert did. His dark eyes flicked to the door as it opened. Seeing the arrived guest, he shifted in his seat, leaning back to watch the action unfold.
The young woman glanced around the after party her entire body language changed. Her dark eyes landed on Robert, his eyes closed as the groupie sucked and slurped his cock. Those at the party who knew who she was, fell silent. One by one everyone else stopped talking, focusing on the woman. She picked up a cup of beer and marched over to him. Without saying a word, she poured the entire contents on Robert’s head, clearly not caring that it splashed on the girl as well.
Robert’s eyes flashed open, “WHAT THE FUC – Maureen?”
“How dare you. How DARE you,” she hissed.
He wiped the beer from his face, tucked his erection back into his pants, and got to his feet, “What are you going on about, woman?”
“Me!? Me!? You are the one who invited me to come to the show and this is how you welcome me!?” she motioned to the young woman who refused to look at the irate band wife.
His eyes darkened, “Invite you? Why would I invite you?”
“Indeed,” Maureen responded, turned on her heel, and stomped out of the room.
Robert stood there for a long moment, trying to figure out what had just happened. Still drunk and buzzed, he shrugged and returned to the sofa. Bonzo happily yelled something and tossed an unopened beer to Robert. Lines of cocaine were drawn and the paused party jumped right back into motion, the interruption quickly forgotten by everyone – except Robert. With his wife’s appearance weighing down his soul, his drunkenness changed from giggly to broody, making everyone avoid him. But he did not care. Something was not right, and he did not know what it was at all.
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