Chapter Three, Beach Bunnies
Posted by DiF on Thursday, August 11, 2011
Title: Midnight Shift: Chapter Three, Beach Bunnies
Rating: NC-17 [language, alcohol and drug use, sex]
Summary: Robert is a Golden God. Just ask Summer.
Waking early in the morning as per normal, Summer stretched from her fingers to her toes. As her body began to wake, a fairly intense ache spread from between her thighs. Slowly it dawned on her the reasoning for such. A moment later she was struck with the immediate realization that she was not in her bed back home nor that she was occupying a bed with anyone at all. The ache of her body was without the cause of such and panic instantly began to fill her body. He had taken her virginity and bol—
“Good morning, sunshine,” a voice breathed a moment before soft lips kissed her, the bed sinking with the weight of a man.
Her eyes flicked to his and she croaked, “Hey.”
Robert frowned, “You okay?”
Summer coughed to clear her throat, “Just sore.”
His frown remained, “Your throat or...?”
“All over,” she admitted.
His fingers caressed her cheek before he kissed her again, “We’ll draw you a bath and get some fresh honey and lemon tea brought up. We can get the doctor to look at you too.”
“At five in the morning?”
“Sure. He works for me,” Robert replied. “He’ll do what I say.”
While she didn’t like the tone in his voice, she nodded. His lips brushed her forehead and he disappeared back into the bathroom. A moment later she could hear the sound of a running water, a bit surprised he was actually doing what he recommended. Big cocky rock stars weren’t supposed to treat their fucks with respect and care, especially the morning after. She had heard stories of Led Zeppelin eating women and tossing their bones out the windows. But Robert wasn’t like that at all.
In fact she was fairly certain he was going to attempt to carry her to the bath tub if she didn’t slip out of bed first. Throwing back the single white sheet, she wiggled towards the edge of the bed. He appeared just as she stood up, feeling the soft throbbing pain between her thighs once more. His eyes quickly scanned her naked body, a sexy smirk playing with the corners of his lips. Demurely she covered her nudity, though it was for naught. Robert stepped forward, lifted both of her hands to his lips, and kissed her fingertips.
“You are beautiful.”
She flushed, looking down at the plush carpet, “I am a mere mortal next to you, a golden god.”
Releasing her hands, he tilted her face to his, “You are a goddess, Summer. My goddess.”
Robert kissed her lips briefly before pulling away enough to do just what she was hoping to avoid. Cradled in his arms she felt small but yet important. She tucked her legs around his arms as they neared the bathroom entrance, pressing her cheek close to his shoulder, her eyes fluttering close. With a kiss to her temple, Robert lowered her into the bathtub gently. After wiggling his arms out from underneath her, he stepped over the edge of the tub and maneuvered himself into the tub as well. As his fingers danced over her body, he struggled to remain unaroused by the entire scene.
“Summer?” he breathed in her ear.
“Yes,” she whispered, shifting to face him.
“I’m sorry.”
Her eyes opened, looking into his, “For what?”
“I shouldn’t... I shouldn’t have... taken you last night.”
“You did not take me, Robert. I gave myself to you.”
“But—”
“I knew what we were doing. I knew full well what was likely to happen the moment that door closed between us and the rest of the world. You did not take advantage of me.”
He searched her eyes for a long moment, “Did you choose me because I’m famous?”
“No. I chose you because of the emotions I hear in your voice. You could have been the singer on the other side of the campfire for all I care,” she declared. “I don’t care that you’re famous.”
Robert stared at her for a long time, trying to ascertain if her words were true or not. He had played the groupie game for long enough to know most just jumped in bed with him to touch fame. He could see it in their eyes. And a few years ago, that had been quite all right with him. Any pretty thing and even a few not-so-pretty things had slaked his lust. But for some reason he wanted something... real. And as he looked into her dark blue eyes, Robert had a feeling he was holding someone real. Not only did she seem openly innocent of a lot of things, she still wore that hippie chick badge with honor. She wasn’t fake at all.
Or else she was really playing him far more than anyone had in a long time.
“But what do I know? I’m just a kid,” she suddenly declared, starting to pull away from him.
“No no. Don’t you run away from him,” his arms tightened. “I told you last night I didn’t care and I’ll tell you again that I don’t.”
“But you could get in trouble.”
“Do you know anyone in this city?”
“No. I’ve only been to San Francisco a dozen times and never to LA,” she responded.
“Then how will anyone know how old you are?”
Summer’s eyes narrowed, “Are you suggesting we lie?”
“What they don’t know won’t hurt us,” he claimed. “Come on, baby. I don’t want you to be locked up like Lori.”
“Lori?”
“Jimmy’s girlfriend. She’s like sixteen or something,” Robert answered.
“She’s locked up?”
He nodded, “Don’t want anyone to find out about her... so we’ll just not tell anyone how old you are. You don’t look like a kid. You can easily pass for nineteen.”
Her eyes wavered some, “Does that mean you’re not sending me away?”
Robert grinned, “Of course not, baby. Of course not. I want you to stay.”
“How long?”
“Until the sun no longer rises.”
She giggled, “How poetic, Mr. Plant.”
He kissed her smile, “You said you chose me because of my words.”
“No, the emotions in them,” Summer countered. “But no matter. Kiss me again and I will forget everything.”
The room fell completely silent the moment Robert entered, a cute young girl holding his hand, trailing slightly behind. Her fingers tightened on his as she felt all of the eyes, especially those of other desiring paramours, fall upon her. Feeling her fear, Robert stopped in the middle of the room and turned to her. Without pause his lips kissed her softly as his free hand brushed her golden hair from her face. Breaking the kiss, he turned back to his destination, his eyes meeting Jimmy’s. A soft buzz filled the room in the couple’s wake, but Robert paid no attention to it at all.
Releasing her hand when they reached the band’s table, Robert ushered Summer into the booth next to Jimmy before scooting in himself. Between the guitarist and himself, he was certain his new girl would be safe. Quickly he introduced the rest of the band and their tour girlfriends, his arm slipping protectively around her shoulders.
Feeling viperous stares cast her way, Summer stared down at the table. She wiggled some on the bench, her hands dropping into her lap. Robert chatted with everyone else at the table, acting as if nothing was out of the norm at all. For some reason she wanted him to notice her discomfort, perhaps do something about it. But he remained seemingly blind.
However a hand brushed her right hand, causing her eyes to snap to it and then to the owner of such. Meeting Jimmy’s eyes, she smiled slightly, not entirely sure how to read the man. He smiled assuredly at her, his hand still touching her fingers.
“You have pretty eyes,” he commented, softly.
“Thanks,” she responded, shifting her left thigh closer to Robert, hoping to catch his attention.
“You’re from California?”
“She’s from San Francisco,” Robert answered over Summer’s head. “Did you already order breakfast?”
Jimmy shook his head, “Candy should be back any minute.”
Leaning over to Summer, he whispered in her ear, “You are a golden goddess.”
Her eyes quickly snapped to his and she kissed him unabashedly, “Only because you deem me so, my god.”
By the end of breakfast with the band, Summer had relaxed and slid right into the fold. Even Bonzo had warmed to her, seemingly taking her under his wing before the meal ended and defending her whenever Robert missed the slight. No one seemed the least bit put off that Robert had introduced another girl to the fray, but then again Summer presumed the band was used to groupie turnover. She was probably just seen as another in a line of girls.
Pulling her quickly to aside in the hallway, Robert kissed her deeply, “Don’t frown, baby. Ever.”
Her eyes met his and she forced a smile, “I’m just a—”
“No,” he interrupted and kissed her again. “You’re not. Now smile. We have an interview.”
“We?”
“Of course,” Robert nodded. “I want you there.”
A few minutes later, Summer curled up on a small chair while a reporter sat down with Robert. She smiled, resting her head on her pulled up knee as he animatedly spoke about the current tour and album. Her hair fell over half her face, but she made no movements to move it, preferring instead the almost concealed view.
Suddenly Robert caught Summer’s eyes, grinned, and jumped up from his chair. Without pause he bounced over to the balcony, photographer following closely. Summer sat up in her chair, straining to see what Robert was doing.
And then she heard it it.
Arms spread wide, grin on his face, Robert shouted, “I AM A GOLDEN GOD!”
Summer grinned, brushing hair from her face. The new energy surrounding him was electric, something that seemed to pulse more strongly now than it had in the previous night. He was alive. He was a golden god.
Arm slipped around Summer, Robert lead her back up towards the suite, hoping to get some quality time with the minx before heading to the arena for the concert. However the atmosphere of the floor was noticeably subdued when they reached the Led Zep floor. The partying was minimal and keeping near the elevator, away from Robert’s end of the hall. Something was clearly up.
Stopping one of the roadies, Robert questioned exactly that. He received a shrug in response. Everyone else seemed to ignore him. That alone put him completely on edge. When they arrived at the suite, the door was wide open, a maid inside cleaning. Leaving Summer in the hallway, Robert entered alone. He quickly looked around and noticed none of his things nor Summer’s were there.
“Excuse me,” he interrupted the maid as she tucked in the sheets on the bed. “Where are my things?”
Her eyes went to his, a flash of fear shooting through them, “I do not know, Mr. Plant. I was merely told to clean this room as a check out.”
Glowering he turned around and stalked back out into the hallway. His hand found Summer’s as he breezed past her, practically pulling her down the hall. He reached Jimmy’s room and pounded on the door, despite there being a ‘do not disturb’ tag on the doorknob.
A moment later Jimmy pulled the door open, “What the fuck?”
“Why have I been checked out? Where are Summer’s things? What the fuck is going on, Jimmy?”
“I don’t know. Ask your fucking assistant or Cole,” he replied and turned to close the door.
Robert held it open, “Where are they?”
“Fuck if I know,” he declared and slammed the door close.
“Robert?” Summer asked softly, drawing his attention.
His eyes instantly softened, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of this.”
“No no. Your assistant.... Benji right?”
He nodded, “You know him?”
“Yeah, we met during your interview,” she responded. “Anyways, uh... I think I saw him downstairs.”
Without asking another question, he hurried her down the hallway to the elevator, paying no attention to the roadies and groupies who were paying him not attention themselves. He seemed to shift nervously in the lift, almost like he was expecting some kind of impending danger.
“Now remember what we discussed before. You’re how old?” he muttered.
Her large eyes went to his, “Nineteen.”
Robert kissed her as the door chimed and opened. His hand once more enfolded hers and he lead her out into the lobby. His eyes quickly scanned the crowd, pointedly ignoring the young groupies who screamed for him. Finally finding his assistant standing in front of the reception counter, Robert pulled Summer over to him. Waiting for the man to fall silent, he tapped Benji’s shoulder, drawing both men’s attention to him.
“Benj, where’s my—”
“See!” Benji exclaimed. “He’s here right now to assure you that he will not be staying another night here, as was agreed upon. Mr. Plant was unaware of where he laid down last night, having been lead here in a feverish state.”
“Oh really? Then I suppose Mr. Plant was unaware that he bloodied up my sheets?” the man demanded, folding his arms over his chest.
The assistant glanced at Robert before turning back to the hotelier, “Mr. Plant apologizes profusely for such. Sometimes he gets a bloody nose in this dry climate, especially since he was overcoming the flu. Naturally he will pay for all of the hardships caused upon your staff and will be vacating the premises immediately. Correct, Mr. Plant?”
“Yes, of course,” he nodded. “We’re leaving immediately.”
Without another word, Robert turned, ever aware that his assistant was paying off the hotel, and headed towards the door. Completely confused, Summer trotted along, as she had no other choice with his holding of her hand. As soon as they stepped outside the door, Robert was instantly surrounded by fans, mostly girls, as the security detail had not been given any prior warning. Thoughtlessly Summer slipped into defensive mode. Her hand dropped Robert’s and she aggressively pushed the girls away. For a moment Robert and the crowd stopped, all eyes turned on her. Glaring at the other girls, she quickly kissed Robert and turned towards the now arrived car.
Once the door was closed, Benji slipping in before it pulled away, Robert turned to Summer, a wry smile on his lips, “That was pretty cool.”
“What was?” she asked innocently.
“Baby,” he leaned over and kissed her, “you fought off four girls for me.”
She shrugged, “They were in the way.”
“Still,” Robert kissed her again, before glancing at Benji. “Where are we going?”
“I booked you into a beach villa not far from here,” he claimed. “Since you’re banned from the Riot House, as you know.”
Summer looked to the singer, “You are? For what?”
“Never mind that, baby,” he smiled. “It’ll just be you and me and the beach.”
Her eyes held his for a few long moments, “All right.”
“Nothing to worry about at all. I promise.”
Within thirty minutes the car pulled through guarded gates to a small beach side community. Summer shifted towards the window, eyes wide as the car meandered towards the back of the community, the small bungalows increasingly further apart with each block. Finally pulling to a stop in front of a quaint cottage, the roaring ocean providing an inviting background. Before the driver or Benji could get out and open the doors, Summer pushed it open, her bare feet hitting the hot pavement instantly. Grinning Robert scooted across the car to follow her out the door, but his assistant reached out and stopped him.
“Who’s the girl?”
“You met her earlier, Benj,” he responded, pulling his arm free.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen her around before.”
“You’re right. You haven’t. She’s not from LA. She’s from San Francisco,” he proclaimed proudly. “And that’s all you need to know. Now I’m getting out.”
Before Benji could question him any more, Robert closed the door to the car, locking it in the same movement, and tapped on the door. Before his assistant could unlock the door and scramble out, the car took off, leaving Robert alone with Summer. Trotting to catch up with his hippie girl, Robert rounded the bungalow just as her toes hit the sand. Stopping in the shade of the house, he watched her inch towards the waves. Once the waves kissed her toes, Summer stopped, threw her arms wide, her head back, causing her golden hair to cascade down her back. Slowly she began to twirl, a wide smile brightening her face.
Watching her dance and twirl on the beach for a few moments, Robert slowly made his way towards her. Slowly she spun into his arms, stopping only when she was nose to nose with him. Her eyes opened, struggling to focus on his for a moment. But then they fluttered close when she pressed her mouth to his.
Breaking the kiss a moment later, he kissed her eyelids before muttering, “Never been to the beach before?”
“I... no,” she replied. “I’ve danced in a number of creeks and played in the sand of lakes. But never... never the ocean.”
His eyes sparkled, “Am I going to have trouble getting you off of the beach?”
“Not at all. I already know you can carry me,” she grinned and wiggled out of his arms. “The only issue is whether or not you can catch me.”
Giving her a few seconds head start, Robert trotted after her. She giggled as he reached for her, quickly changing directions to avoid his fingers. A few times she evaded him and then suddenly stopped. Not expecting this, Robert ran into her, causing her to stumble and fall towards the sand. Reaching out in hopes of catching her, he too fell forward, barely able to avoid his entire weight from smothering her. Summer recovered quickly and wiggled out from under him, rolled over, and straddled him, pushing up only enough for Robert to pivot onto his back.
Tucking her hair behind her ears before reaching down and pushing his curls out of his eyes, Summer kissed him quickly, “So now what?”
“Don’t you want to see the cottage?” he asked, folding his hands under his head.
“Suppose we should. Make sure my bag is here and whatnot,” she proclaimed, but didn’t budge at all. “I should probably... uh... wash my shirt and jeans too. So there’s a chance they’re dry for the concert tonight.”
His eyes searched hers for a moment, “Did you not bring any other clothes?”
“Robert, you saw my bag. That’s all I have with me. A few toiletries, my birthday present from a friend, some jewelry, my notebook, and... my pills. That’s it,” she responded.
“Pills?”
“Birth control,” she responded.
His eyebrows arched up, “But you were a virgin.”
“Just because you’re my first, doesn’t mean I’m stupid,” Summer replied, moving to pivot off of him. “I’ve been on the pill since I first gave head.”
His hands darted out from under his head to hold her hips, keeping her from moving off of him, “Which was when?”
“Same age as all the other girls I live with: thirteen.”
His eyes widened slightly, “Baby, what kind of place do you live at?”
She shrugged, “We just have this initiation to womanhood night. Usually it corresponds with one’s menses, but I started before the traditional age so my mom kept me out of it for a year.”
“Okay, seriously, places like that exist? Where they teach the girls how to give head when they come of age?”
“Oh no. There wasn’t some big group teaching of how to suck dick,” she smiled crookedly. “After the drum circle and the dancing and all that, I snuck off with one of the boys. Actually the one who brought me to LA to meet you.”
He frowned, “So then you went on birth control?”
“As soon as I told my mom what I had done, she took me into town to make sure I was healthy and put on the pill,” she shrugged. “I was brought up to believe in free love, but there’s no need to get pregnant now. I have a whole life to live and explore on my own.”
His right hand left her hip, rubbing her flat belly, “So there’s no chance that we...?”
“No,” Summer declared strongly.
His eyes left his focus on the exposed skin of her belly before his hand dropped her shirt back in place, “Right of course. That’s the smart thing to do.”
“Wow, this got heavy,” she remarked, pivoting off of him easily this time. “Let’s go inside and smoke my birthday present.”
“Uh what?” Robert sat up.
“Come on, baby,” her hands reached for his, a smile on her face. “I promise to share.”
It felt kinda weird to be wearing one of Robert’s shirts, but she hadn’t really any other options. Her own peasant blouse hung limply from the shower bar in the bathroom, not the least bit dry. At least she had decided against washing her jeans. She had no clue what she would have done then. Robert’s shirts weren’t long enough to pass as dresses, at least the few she had to choose from in the cottage. She really should have planned better and brought more clothes with her to LA.
“Babe, are you—” Robert stepped into the bedroom where Summer was frowning down at the shirt tied around her slight curves. “I think that looks better on you than it does me.”
Her eyes found his as she turned around, “I don’t know. I feel—”
“Beautiful,” he smiled and kissed her quickly. “The limo is out front. It’s time to rock and roll.”
“Are you sure about me coming with you? I have tickets to the show. I can just—”
Robert kissed her again, “You’re coming with me. I want you with me.”
Within the next thirty minutes, both Robert and Summer struggled to button their jeans as the limo pulled up at the concert venue. With a flush in her cheeks, she struggled out of the limo behind Robert, releived his arm quickly snaked around her. With minimal speaking they were rushed into the San Diego Sports Arena. A bit distressed that all she got to see of San Diego was what she saw out the Starship’s window as they landed, Summer’s anxiety kicked into high gear when Cole stepped up to them to whisk her away somewhere.
“Worry not, baby,” Robert kissed her. “You’ll have a perfect seat to watch the show. I’ll sing for you.”
She nodded, letting the tour manager lead her away. Before too long she was sequestered in the catering room with the other girls. They instantly looked her up and down, focusing most strongly upon her dirty bare feet. Most of the turned up their noses and turned their backs upon the newcomer. However the youngest, a girl with dark brown hair and large eyes, stepped forward. Without any interaction at all, Summer surmised she was Jimmy’s girl, the one who was kept behind locked doors because of her age. Something about the look in her eyes seemed to hint that she expected them to become either instant compatriots or instant enemies.
“Hello,” Summer squeaked out.
“Hi,” the girl replied. “You must be.... Robert’s new girl?”
“My name is Summer,” she responded.
“Lori,” she grinned. “Come with me, sweetheart. I’ll show you the ropes around here.”
Within a few minutes Summer had been introduced to all of the girls, with Lori whispering in her ear what the true identities for each of the introductions. The two girls sat in the back of the room, away from everyone else. Not a moment passed without Lori whispering some sordid story about one of the other women in the room, seemingly arming Summer against them. It made the young girl feel uncomfortable, but she could not speak up to tell Lori to shut up.
The door suddenly burst open and in stepped Cole, “Okay, ladies. I’m here to distribute your passes. We only have six tonight, so who is going to...”
“Fuck yourself,” Lori declared, getting to her feet. “I already have mine and you’re going to give Summer hers too.”
“Just because Jimmy—”
“Fuck you, Richard,” the young girl declared, pulling Summer towards the door. “You’re not fucking either of us nor are you fucking us out of the show. Move.”
When the tour manager didn’t budge, Lori’s free hand darted out, grabbed his crotch, and forced him away from the door. She paused long enough to snatch a pass out of his pocket and thrust it into Summer’s hand.
“Welcome to touring with Led Zeppelin,” she proclaimed with a wry smile.
Rating: NC-17 [language, alcohol and drug use, sex]
Summary: Robert is a Golden God. Just ask Summer.
Waking early in the morning as per normal, Summer stretched from her fingers to her toes. As her body began to wake, a fairly intense ache spread from between her thighs. Slowly it dawned on her the reasoning for such. A moment later she was struck with the immediate realization that she was not in her bed back home nor that she was occupying a bed with anyone at all. The ache of her body was without the cause of such and panic instantly began to fill her body. He had taken her virginity and bol—
“Good morning, sunshine,” a voice breathed a moment before soft lips kissed her, the bed sinking with the weight of a man.
Her eyes flicked to his and she croaked, “Hey.”
Robert frowned, “You okay?”
Summer coughed to clear her throat, “Just sore.”
His frown remained, “Your throat or...?”
“All over,” she admitted.
His fingers caressed her cheek before he kissed her again, “We’ll draw you a bath and get some fresh honey and lemon tea brought up. We can get the doctor to look at you too.”
“At five in the morning?”
“Sure. He works for me,” Robert replied. “He’ll do what I say.”
While she didn’t like the tone in his voice, she nodded. His lips brushed her forehead and he disappeared back into the bathroom. A moment later she could hear the sound of a running water, a bit surprised he was actually doing what he recommended. Big cocky rock stars weren’t supposed to treat their fucks with respect and care, especially the morning after. She had heard stories of Led Zeppelin eating women and tossing their bones out the windows. But Robert wasn’t like that at all.
In fact she was fairly certain he was going to attempt to carry her to the bath tub if she didn’t slip out of bed first. Throwing back the single white sheet, she wiggled towards the edge of the bed. He appeared just as she stood up, feeling the soft throbbing pain between her thighs once more. His eyes quickly scanned her naked body, a sexy smirk playing with the corners of his lips. Demurely she covered her nudity, though it was for naught. Robert stepped forward, lifted both of her hands to his lips, and kissed her fingertips.
“You are beautiful.”
She flushed, looking down at the plush carpet, “I am a mere mortal next to you, a golden god.”
Releasing her hands, he tilted her face to his, “You are a goddess, Summer. My goddess.”
Robert kissed her lips briefly before pulling away enough to do just what she was hoping to avoid. Cradled in his arms she felt small but yet important. She tucked her legs around his arms as they neared the bathroom entrance, pressing her cheek close to his shoulder, her eyes fluttering close. With a kiss to her temple, Robert lowered her into the bathtub gently. After wiggling his arms out from underneath her, he stepped over the edge of the tub and maneuvered himself into the tub as well. As his fingers danced over her body, he struggled to remain unaroused by the entire scene.
“Summer?” he breathed in her ear.
“Yes,” she whispered, shifting to face him.
“I’m sorry.”
Her eyes opened, looking into his, “For what?”
“I shouldn’t... I shouldn’t have... taken you last night.”
“You did not take me, Robert. I gave myself to you.”
“But—”
“I knew what we were doing. I knew full well what was likely to happen the moment that door closed between us and the rest of the world. You did not take advantage of me.”
He searched her eyes for a long moment, “Did you choose me because I’m famous?”
“No. I chose you because of the emotions I hear in your voice. You could have been the singer on the other side of the campfire for all I care,” she declared. “I don’t care that you’re famous.”
Robert stared at her for a long time, trying to ascertain if her words were true or not. He had played the groupie game for long enough to know most just jumped in bed with him to touch fame. He could see it in their eyes. And a few years ago, that had been quite all right with him. Any pretty thing and even a few not-so-pretty things had slaked his lust. But for some reason he wanted something... real. And as he looked into her dark blue eyes, Robert had a feeling he was holding someone real. Not only did she seem openly innocent of a lot of things, she still wore that hippie chick badge with honor. She wasn’t fake at all.
Or else she was really playing him far more than anyone had in a long time.
“But what do I know? I’m just a kid,” she suddenly declared, starting to pull away from him.
“No no. Don’t you run away from him,” his arms tightened. “I told you last night I didn’t care and I’ll tell you again that I don’t.”
“But you could get in trouble.”
“Do you know anyone in this city?”
“No. I’ve only been to San Francisco a dozen times and never to LA,” she responded.
“Then how will anyone know how old you are?”
Summer’s eyes narrowed, “Are you suggesting we lie?”
“What they don’t know won’t hurt us,” he claimed. “Come on, baby. I don’t want you to be locked up like Lori.”
“Lori?”
“Jimmy’s girlfriend. She’s like sixteen or something,” Robert answered.
“She’s locked up?”
He nodded, “Don’t want anyone to find out about her... so we’ll just not tell anyone how old you are. You don’t look like a kid. You can easily pass for nineteen.”
Her eyes wavered some, “Does that mean you’re not sending me away?”
Robert grinned, “Of course not, baby. Of course not. I want you to stay.”
“How long?”
“Until the sun no longer rises.”
She giggled, “How poetic, Mr. Plant.”
He kissed her smile, “You said you chose me because of my words.”
“No, the emotions in them,” Summer countered. “But no matter. Kiss me again and I will forget everything.”
The room fell completely silent the moment Robert entered, a cute young girl holding his hand, trailing slightly behind. Her fingers tightened on his as she felt all of the eyes, especially those of other desiring paramours, fall upon her. Feeling her fear, Robert stopped in the middle of the room and turned to her. Without pause his lips kissed her softly as his free hand brushed her golden hair from her face. Breaking the kiss, he turned back to his destination, his eyes meeting Jimmy’s. A soft buzz filled the room in the couple’s wake, but Robert paid no attention to it at all.
Releasing her hand when they reached the band’s table, Robert ushered Summer into the booth next to Jimmy before scooting in himself. Between the guitarist and himself, he was certain his new girl would be safe. Quickly he introduced the rest of the band and their tour girlfriends, his arm slipping protectively around her shoulders.
Feeling viperous stares cast her way, Summer stared down at the table. She wiggled some on the bench, her hands dropping into her lap. Robert chatted with everyone else at the table, acting as if nothing was out of the norm at all. For some reason she wanted him to notice her discomfort, perhaps do something about it. But he remained seemingly blind.
However a hand brushed her right hand, causing her eyes to snap to it and then to the owner of such. Meeting Jimmy’s eyes, she smiled slightly, not entirely sure how to read the man. He smiled assuredly at her, his hand still touching her fingers.
“You have pretty eyes,” he commented, softly.
“Thanks,” she responded, shifting her left thigh closer to Robert, hoping to catch his attention.
“You’re from California?”
“She’s from San Francisco,” Robert answered over Summer’s head. “Did you already order breakfast?”
Jimmy shook his head, “Candy should be back any minute.”
Leaning over to Summer, he whispered in her ear, “You are a golden goddess.”
Her eyes quickly snapped to his and she kissed him unabashedly, “Only because you deem me so, my god.”
By the end of breakfast with the band, Summer had relaxed and slid right into the fold. Even Bonzo had warmed to her, seemingly taking her under his wing before the meal ended and defending her whenever Robert missed the slight. No one seemed the least bit put off that Robert had introduced another girl to the fray, but then again Summer presumed the band was used to groupie turnover. She was probably just seen as another in a line of girls.
Pulling her quickly to aside in the hallway, Robert kissed her deeply, “Don’t frown, baby. Ever.”
Her eyes met his and she forced a smile, “I’m just a—”
“No,” he interrupted and kissed her again. “You’re not. Now smile. We have an interview.”
“We?”
“Of course,” Robert nodded. “I want you there.”
A few minutes later, Summer curled up on a small chair while a reporter sat down with Robert. She smiled, resting her head on her pulled up knee as he animatedly spoke about the current tour and album. Her hair fell over half her face, but she made no movements to move it, preferring instead the almost concealed view.
Suddenly Robert caught Summer’s eyes, grinned, and jumped up from his chair. Without pause he bounced over to the balcony, photographer following closely. Summer sat up in her chair, straining to see what Robert was doing.
And then she heard it it.
Arms spread wide, grin on his face, Robert shouted, “I AM A GOLDEN GOD!”
Summer grinned, brushing hair from her face. The new energy surrounding him was electric, something that seemed to pulse more strongly now than it had in the previous night. He was alive. He was a golden god.
Arm slipped around Summer, Robert lead her back up towards the suite, hoping to get some quality time with the minx before heading to the arena for the concert. However the atmosphere of the floor was noticeably subdued when they reached the Led Zep floor. The partying was minimal and keeping near the elevator, away from Robert’s end of the hall. Something was clearly up.
Stopping one of the roadies, Robert questioned exactly that. He received a shrug in response. Everyone else seemed to ignore him. That alone put him completely on edge. When they arrived at the suite, the door was wide open, a maid inside cleaning. Leaving Summer in the hallway, Robert entered alone. He quickly looked around and noticed none of his things nor Summer’s were there.
“Excuse me,” he interrupted the maid as she tucked in the sheets on the bed. “Where are my things?”
Her eyes went to his, a flash of fear shooting through them, “I do not know, Mr. Plant. I was merely told to clean this room as a check out.”
Glowering he turned around and stalked back out into the hallway. His hand found Summer’s as he breezed past her, practically pulling her down the hall. He reached Jimmy’s room and pounded on the door, despite there being a ‘do not disturb’ tag on the doorknob.
A moment later Jimmy pulled the door open, “What the fuck?”
“Why have I been checked out? Where are Summer’s things? What the fuck is going on, Jimmy?”
“I don’t know. Ask your fucking assistant or Cole,” he replied and turned to close the door.
Robert held it open, “Where are they?”
“Fuck if I know,” he declared and slammed the door close.
“Robert?” Summer asked softly, drawing his attention.
His eyes instantly softened, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of this.”
“No no. Your assistant.... Benji right?”
He nodded, “You know him?”
“Yeah, we met during your interview,” she responded. “Anyways, uh... I think I saw him downstairs.”
Without asking another question, he hurried her down the hallway to the elevator, paying no attention to the roadies and groupies who were paying him not attention themselves. He seemed to shift nervously in the lift, almost like he was expecting some kind of impending danger.
“Now remember what we discussed before. You’re how old?” he muttered.
Her large eyes went to his, “Nineteen.”
Robert kissed her as the door chimed and opened. His hand once more enfolded hers and he lead her out into the lobby. His eyes quickly scanned the crowd, pointedly ignoring the young groupies who screamed for him. Finally finding his assistant standing in front of the reception counter, Robert pulled Summer over to him. Waiting for the man to fall silent, he tapped Benji’s shoulder, drawing both men’s attention to him.
“Benj, where’s my—”
“See!” Benji exclaimed. “He’s here right now to assure you that he will not be staying another night here, as was agreed upon. Mr. Plant was unaware of where he laid down last night, having been lead here in a feverish state.”
“Oh really? Then I suppose Mr. Plant was unaware that he bloodied up my sheets?” the man demanded, folding his arms over his chest.
The assistant glanced at Robert before turning back to the hotelier, “Mr. Plant apologizes profusely for such. Sometimes he gets a bloody nose in this dry climate, especially since he was overcoming the flu. Naturally he will pay for all of the hardships caused upon your staff and will be vacating the premises immediately. Correct, Mr. Plant?”
“Yes, of course,” he nodded. “We’re leaving immediately.”
Without another word, Robert turned, ever aware that his assistant was paying off the hotel, and headed towards the door. Completely confused, Summer trotted along, as she had no other choice with his holding of her hand. As soon as they stepped outside the door, Robert was instantly surrounded by fans, mostly girls, as the security detail had not been given any prior warning. Thoughtlessly Summer slipped into defensive mode. Her hand dropped Robert’s and she aggressively pushed the girls away. For a moment Robert and the crowd stopped, all eyes turned on her. Glaring at the other girls, she quickly kissed Robert and turned towards the now arrived car.
Once the door was closed, Benji slipping in before it pulled away, Robert turned to Summer, a wry smile on his lips, “That was pretty cool.”
“What was?” she asked innocently.
“Baby,” he leaned over and kissed her, “you fought off four girls for me.”
She shrugged, “They were in the way.”
“Still,” Robert kissed her again, before glancing at Benji. “Where are we going?”
“I booked you into a beach villa not far from here,” he claimed. “Since you’re banned from the Riot House, as you know.”
Summer looked to the singer, “You are? For what?”
“Never mind that, baby,” he smiled. “It’ll just be you and me and the beach.”
Her eyes held his for a few long moments, “All right.”
“Nothing to worry about at all. I promise.”
Within thirty minutes the car pulled through guarded gates to a small beach side community. Summer shifted towards the window, eyes wide as the car meandered towards the back of the community, the small bungalows increasingly further apart with each block. Finally pulling to a stop in front of a quaint cottage, the roaring ocean providing an inviting background. Before the driver or Benji could get out and open the doors, Summer pushed it open, her bare feet hitting the hot pavement instantly. Grinning Robert scooted across the car to follow her out the door, but his assistant reached out and stopped him.
“Who’s the girl?”
“You met her earlier, Benj,” he responded, pulling his arm free.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen her around before.”
“You’re right. You haven’t. She’s not from LA. She’s from San Francisco,” he proclaimed proudly. “And that’s all you need to know. Now I’m getting out.”
Before Benji could question him any more, Robert closed the door to the car, locking it in the same movement, and tapped on the door. Before his assistant could unlock the door and scramble out, the car took off, leaving Robert alone with Summer. Trotting to catch up with his hippie girl, Robert rounded the bungalow just as her toes hit the sand. Stopping in the shade of the house, he watched her inch towards the waves. Once the waves kissed her toes, Summer stopped, threw her arms wide, her head back, causing her golden hair to cascade down her back. Slowly she began to twirl, a wide smile brightening her face.
Watching her dance and twirl on the beach for a few moments, Robert slowly made his way towards her. Slowly she spun into his arms, stopping only when she was nose to nose with him. Her eyes opened, struggling to focus on his for a moment. But then they fluttered close when she pressed her mouth to his.
Breaking the kiss a moment later, he kissed her eyelids before muttering, “Never been to the beach before?”
“I... no,” she replied. “I’ve danced in a number of creeks and played in the sand of lakes. But never... never the ocean.”
His eyes sparkled, “Am I going to have trouble getting you off of the beach?”
“Not at all. I already know you can carry me,” she grinned and wiggled out of his arms. “The only issue is whether or not you can catch me.”
Giving her a few seconds head start, Robert trotted after her. She giggled as he reached for her, quickly changing directions to avoid his fingers. A few times she evaded him and then suddenly stopped. Not expecting this, Robert ran into her, causing her to stumble and fall towards the sand. Reaching out in hopes of catching her, he too fell forward, barely able to avoid his entire weight from smothering her. Summer recovered quickly and wiggled out from under him, rolled over, and straddled him, pushing up only enough for Robert to pivot onto his back.
Tucking her hair behind her ears before reaching down and pushing his curls out of his eyes, Summer kissed him quickly, “So now what?”
“Don’t you want to see the cottage?” he asked, folding his hands under his head.
“Suppose we should. Make sure my bag is here and whatnot,” she proclaimed, but didn’t budge at all. “I should probably... uh... wash my shirt and jeans too. So there’s a chance they’re dry for the concert tonight.”
His eyes searched hers for a moment, “Did you not bring any other clothes?”
“Robert, you saw my bag. That’s all I have with me. A few toiletries, my birthday present from a friend, some jewelry, my notebook, and... my pills. That’s it,” she responded.
“Pills?”
“Birth control,” she responded.
His eyebrows arched up, “But you were a virgin.”
“Just because you’re my first, doesn’t mean I’m stupid,” Summer replied, moving to pivot off of him. “I’ve been on the pill since I first gave head.”
His hands darted out from under his head to hold her hips, keeping her from moving off of him, “Which was when?”
“Same age as all the other girls I live with: thirteen.”
His eyes widened slightly, “Baby, what kind of place do you live at?”
She shrugged, “We just have this initiation to womanhood night. Usually it corresponds with one’s menses, but I started before the traditional age so my mom kept me out of it for a year.”
“Okay, seriously, places like that exist? Where they teach the girls how to give head when they come of age?”
“Oh no. There wasn’t some big group teaching of how to suck dick,” she smiled crookedly. “After the drum circle and the dancing and all that, I snuck off with one of the boys. Actually the one who brought me to LA to meet you.”
He frowned, “So then you went on birth control?”
“As soon as I told my mom what I had done, she took me into town to make sure I was healthy and put on the pill,” she shrugged. “I was brought up to believe in free love, but there’s no need to get pregnant now. I have a whole life to live and explore on my own.”
His right hand left her hip, rubbing her flat belly, “So there’s no chance that we...?”
“No,” Summer declared strongly.
His eyes left his focus on the exposed skin of her belly before his hand dropped her shirt back in place, “Right of course. That’s the smart thing to do.”
“Wow, this got heavy,” she remarked, pivoting off of him easily this time. “Let’s go inside and smoke my birthday present.”
“Uh what?” Robert sat up.
“Come on, baby,” her hands reached for his, a smile on her face. “I promise to share.”
It felt kinda weird to be wearing one of Robert’s shirts, but she hadn’t really any other options. Her own peasant blouse hung limply from the shower bar in the bathroom, not the least bit dry. At least she had decided against washing her jeans. She had no clue what she would have done then. Robert’s shirts weren’t long enough to pass as dresses, at least the few she had to choose from in the cottage. She really should have planned better and brought more clothes with her to LA.
“Babe, are you—” Robert stepped into the bedroom where Summer was frowning down at the shirt tied around her slight curves. “I think that looks better on you than it does me.”
Her eyes found his as she turned around, “I don’t know. I feel—”
“Beautiful,” he smiled and kissed her quickly. “The limo is out front. It’s time to rock and roll.”
“Are you sure about me coming with you? I have tickets to the show. I can just—”
Robert kissed her again, “You’re coming with me. I want you with me.”
Within the next thirty minutes, both Robert and Summer struggled to button their jeans as the limo pulled up at the concert venue. With a flush in her cheeks, she struggled out of the limo behind Robert, releived his arm quickly snaked around her. With minimal speaking they were rushed into the San Diego Sports Arena. A bit distressed that all she got to see of San Diego was what she saw out the Starship’s window as they landed, Summer’s anxiety kicked into high gear when Cole stepped up to them to whisk her away somewhere.
“Worry not, baby,” Robert kissed her. “You’ll have a perfect seat to watch the show. I’ll sing for you.”
She nodded, letting the tour manager lead her away. Before too long she was sequestered in the catering room with the other girls. They instantly looked her up and down, focusing most strongly upon her dirty bare feet. Most of the turned up their noses and turned their backs upon the newcomer. However the youngest, a girl with dark brown hair and large eyes, stepped forward. Without any interaction at all, Summer surmised she was Jimmy’s girl, the one who was kept behind locked doors because of her age. Something about the look in her eyes seemed to hint that she expected them to become either instant compatriots or instant enemies.
“Hello,” Summer squeaked out.
“Hi,” the girl replied. “You must be.... Robert’s new girl?”
“My name is Summer,” she responded.
“Lori,” she grinned. “Come with me, sweetheart. I’ll show you the ropes around here.”
Within a few minutes Summer had been introduced to all of the girls, with Lori whispering in her ear what the true identities for each of the introductions. The two girls sat in the back of the room, away from everyone else. Not a moment passed without Lori whispering some sordid story about one of the other women in the room, seemingly arming Summer against them. It made the young girl feel uncomfortable, but she could not speak up to tell Lori to shut up.
The door suddenly burst open and in stepped Cole, “Okay, ladies. I’m here to distribute your passes. We only have six tonight, so who is going to...”
“Fuck yourself,” Lori declared, getting to her feet. “I already have mine and you’re going to give Summer hers too.”
“Just because Jimmy—”
“Fuck you, Richard,” the young girl declared, pulling Summer towards the door. “You’re not fucking either of us nor are you fucking us out of the show. Move.”
When the tour manager didn’t budge, Lori’s free hand darted out, grabbed his crotch, and forced him away from the door. She paused long enough to snatch a pass out of his pocket and thrust it into Summer’s hand.
“Welcome to touring with Led Zeppelin,” she proclaimed with a wry smile.
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