Chapter 4

Mike had wandered backstage and sorted Jon out, again! He’d been asked why he’d got a stupid grin on his face; he’d just laughed and wandered off to find David.

David and Richie were talking when he found them, ‘Hey boys how ya doin, fuckin awesome day ain’t it?’

The two men looked at him like he’d grown two heads, ‘Ok what the fuck’s up? Jon’s been bitchin all day and you wander in here like the Cheshire cat, what gives?’ Richie asked.

‘Well now guys I’ve met this really hot lookin English girl, and she’s beautiful, funny and damn tall!’

‘Who’s tall Mac?’ Jon asked wandering in; they called Mike, Mac because he was one huge man! Tico followed him in, gnawing on an unlit cigar, rules is rules, no smoking, well till he can dive into one of the coaches!

‘Lucky.’ He waited.

‘Who the hell’s Lucky?’ Jon scowled, he hated it when Mac wanted to play, and it was like pulling teeth.

‘Lucky is a tall, hot woman.’ Mike stated again, and wandered over to the table to grab water, popping the top and slacking his thirst, his eyes on the guys in front of him.

‘Ok, we got that, but you can’t be in lust again so damn soon!’ Richie rolled his eyes in disgust.

‘Ah Richie my boy I’m in lust alright, but she’s a nice lady, and I’m not interested in her like that!’

You could have heard a bug burp, the others didn’t believe what they were hearing, he’d called her a lady! ‘Quick someone get the doc!!! Mac’s not well.’ David went and checked Mike’s forehead, and got punched for his efforts.

‘She’s one of the comp winners whose got pit tickets and a meet and greet with you assholes. And man she’s got one bitchin Harley in the back lot!’ He cast his eye towards Jon.

‘Shit she’s got a hog? Fuck I think I’m in love! What do you think it’d take to borrow the keys? Ass shake, kiss, photo, what?’ Jon sure loved hogs.

‘Sorry boss she’d wanted nothin from you! She don’t care for your ass shakin talents.’ Mike’s big booming laugh echoed around the room as Jon’s jaw hit the floor.

‘Damn looks like she’s a Darksider Kidd.’ Richie smacked his lips and rubbed his hands together.

‘No even fuckin near Rich, stone cold freezin in fact.’ Mike was enjoying himself.

They all looked at one another then back at Mike, and waited.

He started for the door, Richie trying to block him, Mike just grinned and slapped him on the arm and sent him flying. ‘For fuck’s sake Mac, put us out of our misery. Seriously, who’d she like? Richie whined.

‘Well assholes, it turns out the hot lady is into…..David! Go figure Dave you’ve got a smokin hot fan! Will wonders never cease?’ He walked out laughing as all hell broke loose behind him.

‘Wait, what ya mean I’ve got a smokin hot fan? Don’t you dare drop that on me and walk off!’ David came haring out of the room to find Mac leaning on the wall waiting and laughing. ‘You bastard! There isn’t one is there, Jesus you’d think I’d learn by now I don’t have many hotties like Rich and Jon.’ David shook his head in disgust, and started back to the room, finding the rest of the guys looking at him.

Mac took pity on him, slapping him hard on the back and nearly putting his shoulder out, ‘David I jerk you not! She’s as real as you and I.’

‘Prove it.’

He got out his walkie, ‘Hey Mark, can you tell me if you’ve looked after a lady called Lucky?’ Mike grinned waiting.

‘Course I fuckin have old man, you lost it?’

‘Nah Dave doesn’t believe me she’s into him and hot. Tell him will ya!’

Static was heard then a dirty chuckle, ‘Dave, man I’m tellin ya if she was any hotter, I’d be walkin about with a permanent stiff dick, she’s a killer, tall, and damn nice! And she’s not that far from me, I’m keepin an eye on her, nice job ain’t it?’ More dirty laughter.

‘Find me some way of lookin at her Mac.’ David still didn’t trust the shits not to pull something on him, he needed proof.

‘How the fuck am I supposed to do that ……….. Hmmm, ok, yeah that might work, follow me boys!’ And took off with the whole band in hot pursuit, they wanted a look at this woman too!

Chapter 3

‘How the hell did you ……….. Ah you saw my necklace didn’t you?’ Lucky laughed, now she realised why Mike was head of security, nothing slipped passed this man!

Mary looked up and took hold of the necklace, gently pulling it so Lucky would stoop over. It was made of solid silver in the shape of a keyboard. It was inlayed to make the keys, with onyx and pearl, scattered about the sides with small diamonds. Its length about an inch and a half held on a sturdy silver chain that nestled just above her breasts. She’d had it custom made by a friend, he’d choked at the cost of it, but Lucky wanted it, and had been asking him year in year out for the last five years. He’d finally caved when he suddenly got all the right stones for the piece.

‘Wow that is lovely, bet it cost a bomb.’ Lucky just smiled and said nothing.

‘So you ride a Harley? Big bike…’ Mike trailed off at the look shot from Lucky, it dared him to say ‘for a female’, and he wasn’t that stupid!

‘Yeah I like it, I love the throb between my legs, quite a turn on.’ Mike’s eyes bugged out of his head, Mary cracked up.

‘Hey Mike, boss is been bitchi………. Well hello ladies, sorry to interrupt. I’m Mark, Mike’s right hand man.’ Mary thought he was damn cute, and flashed him a killer smile, he returned it with interest.

‘What’s up, I’m just talking to these lovely ladies.’

‘Wow that’s some bike, whose is it?’ Mark looked about.

‘Mine.’ Lucky laughed at his double take.

‘What about the boss, jackass?’ Mark was another one who loved bikes, bit like Jon. Damn he’d better not find out they’d got a smoking Harley in here, otherwise he’d be out here trying to get a ride!

‘Oh, yeah, sorry, he’s screamin for ya.’ Mark grinned Jon was having a meltdown about something and Mike had turned off the walkie after the last bitchfest!

‘Oh god is he still on one?’ Mike shook his head, ‘Ladies I’ll leave you with Mark here and he can show you how to get where you need to go. Mary, nice to meet ya darlin, Lucky, I’ll see ya later. Damn you sure you’re a David girl?’ He laughed.

‘Yup, nice to meet you to Mike.’ She winked at him.

‘A David girl, holy hell miracles do happen then.’ Mark looked at her with new eyes, so not a Jon or Richie girl, made a nice change!

They said goodbyes to Mike again and he went one direction and Mark took the women another.

Mark led them through the backstage area of the Southampton venue and out into the main bit. Already they’d let in the fan club people so they got to the front. He led them into the Gold Circle, asking Lucky where she’d like to stand.

She choose to stand off to one side, being six foot three quarter inches, the quarter was important, she towered over most people, so at concerts she tried to stand to one side so not to block peoples views. But hell, tonight she decided to stand at the front, sod anyone else, she needed this!

Mark frowned, ‘You sure you want to stand here? We could move you move towards the middle if you want.’

‘No here’s fine.’ She’d got a great view of David’s piano! She smiled at him and he was certain a thud could be heard as he fell under her spell.

‘Well seeing as you’re settled my work here is done, you’ve got your laminate for later, you just need your pit pass. Which group is she in Mark?’ Mary flirted with the security guard.

He called over Brian, who was in charge of the pits, checking it he realised they’d got her down for first session, not that good. So after a word with Bri, he found out who’d not yet showed and bumped them to first and moved Lucky to the last batch, the third one. Taking the band from Bri, he stuck it onto her wrist, along with a Gold Circle one.

With all that set, Mary kissed her cheek and left, Mark saying he’d be back after showing her out.

Lucky just grinned, telling him she’d be here.

While he left Lucky got to know the people around her, nice bunch not a kool-aid drinker in the whole bunch, yes!

Chapter 2

Mike couldn’t help himself; he needed to see these women close up, especially the tall one. He was in lust with her hog, and if he was honest, with the rider too! And damnit why shouldn’t the head of security use his status at times!

She turned, and damn she was hot close up as she’d seemed from afar. He did a quick check of her ring finger, nope, no ring or indent.

He held out his hand, ‘Hi I’m Mike Reardon, head of Jovi security. Are you ladies ok here?’ He shook Mary’s hand first then Lucky’s, man her hands were soft.

The girls introduced themselves, and Mike grinned, Mary was cute and damn feisty, but Lucky, she was wonderful. Her husky voice set his dick on edge, her laugh was wicked and so it seemed was her humour, but she didn’t seem to realise how pretty she was! How the hell did that happen, she was a nice woman!

‘So you won a comp then?’ He asked.

‘Yeah, miracles do happen don’t they?’ Lucky grinned she liked Mike, big, fierce, loud and a teddy bear!

‘Looks like it, so what does this win entail?’ Hell he wanted to find out if he’d see her about later, she was a woman he could have fun with, within a minute of meeting her, he realised he could be, gasp, friends with this lady! And he didn’t have one friend that was a female. Oh he’d got his friends wives/girlfriends etc, but not one he’d made on his own in all his forty-nine years!

Lucky looked at Mary, ‘I’ve no idea really, the letter was pretty vague, just said I’d won tickets, two, for Southampton Jovi show. So Mary what did I win?’ Her eyes sparkled with laughter, she was just happy to be here.

‘Yeah the bosses kept it vague so you had the surprise when you got here. You got two tickets, didn’t you use it?’

‘No my best friend is on holiday, and I didn’t want to have to pick between my other Jovi friends, so hence me being stag!’

‘Ok, suppose you’re right, I wouldn’t want to pick between my friends in my best mate couldn’t make it!’ Mary noticed Lucky’s eye roll and snickered, ‘Sorry, off track again.’

Mike chuckled; Mary didn’t say one word when twenty would get her to the point, eventually!

‘You get to go in when the fan club does, so you get right to the stage, lucky bitch! You get to go into the pit for three songs, not sure which group you’re in, but you’ll get right up close and personnel, just imagine Jon’s arse right next to you! Then after the show you get to go backstage for a meet and greet with the guys!’ Mary looked up at Lucky to see her reaction!

‘Holy crap! No wonder you didn’t put that in a letter! I get to go in one of the pits, well fuck someone get me the smelling salts!’ She made out she was going to faint, and sat down on her bike. Jesus, fans waited a life time to get in the pits, now she was going to do that, and go backstage, holy fuck!

Jack was busy snapping pics at her dumbfounded look.

Mike noticed she’d not agreed about his bosses butt, unusual, that and his fur was what most women drooled over, it killed Jon, but he shook his money maker every concert and for this tour seemed to be getting his shirt open or off more than normal! Mind you, with his marriage being kaput, his divorce final over six months now it wasn’t surprising he’d finally got to grips with being single again; along with Richie and David they’d all discovered a life from their ex’s.

Something sparkly caught his eye, jerking him out of his musings; he leaned closer to Lucky, ‘Well Mary I can tell you I don’t think she’d be much bothered about Jon’s ass! The lady seems to be taken with another member of the group.’ He grinned at Lucky whose head had snapped up to look at him.

‘What do you mean, and how would you know who she liked? She hasn’t said anything!’ Mary was intrigued.

‘You’re a David girl aren’t you darlin?’ Mike chuckled, David had his fans but he didn’t recall any being this pretty, man he couldn’t wait to wind David up!

Chapter 1

The growl of the bike turned heads as the rider pulled into the car park. The bike was a Harley, jet black with chrome trim. The men looked on in jealousy, the women; well most women love a fit man on a mean machine, didn’t they? The rider had on jeans and a black leather jacket, it was decorated but people couldn’t make out with what. The visor was pitch black, people couldn’t see in, but the rider could see perfectly well out.

Two security men stopped the biker, ‘Hey man you can’t park in here.’ The bigger of the two said, blocking the way.

The rider was un-phased, reaching into the pocket pulling out a parking permit. The smaller guy took hold of the ticket, checked it against the guest list, smiled and nodded to his big partner. ‘Its ok man, he’s on the list. You get to park out the back, bay 4, right next to the tour buses. I’ll radio in that you’re on your way. Straight down, take a left and you can see the doors are open, head in there. Sure a damn nice bike you got there man!’ The little one all but drooled.

The biker saluted, gunned the engine and throttled up, moving slowly, the engine throbbing. Girls giggled and waved, the rider waved back, laughing in the helmet. Raising the right hand, it pushed a button on the side of the helmet and the music that was playing inside quieted.

The biker gently eased through the giant doors and rode into the bowls of the stadium, the grumbling of the machine echoing through the place, security guards waved the rider on, checking out rider and machine, nice rider. The rider looked kinda tall in the saddle.

Watching the floor the rider guided the Harley down the rows of coaches and cars till finally hitting the right bay. The bike came to a stop as a petite woman, in brown, was stood there waving her arms and shouting, ‘This is reserved, find somewhere else to park!’

The rider gave over the ticket again, and the woman looked stumped, ‘But you’re supposed to be a woman! How the hell did this happen?’ Some of the crew stopped to watch the little bird flapping its wings, they laughed, she may be little but she could sure shout and swear.

The rider switched of the engine, the deafening roar finally dying down, cocking a long leg over the seat the rider stood, stretched and towered over the little brown bird. Some of the men, security moved forward, just in case things turned nasty.

As the rider took off the helmet, everyone who was watching felt their jaws hit the floor, chocolate hair cascaded down the back, the head shaking wasn’t males, it was a female! And damn she was hot! She slowly unzipped the leather and you could here every man inhale and hold it, waiting to see what was underneath it. She stopped at the top of her cleavage and the groans went around the garage, damn! She held out her hand to the little brown bird, in a husky voice she said, ‘Honey, I am that female, I’m Lucky James, how do you do.’ Long tapered fingers closed about short ones.

‘Oh thank fuck! I thought my bosses had ballsed this up good and proper. Hell you’re tall aren’t you? Love the hair, I wish mine was like it. Your bike is fantastic, our photographer will love you, and oh I see Jack already does!’ She finally inhaled nodding towards a scruffy looking man, who looked like he’d just won the lottery, clicking away at the two women.

Lucky waved at the man, and smiled down at the other woman, damn she could talk for England! ‘What’s your name sweetie?’ Lucky grinned and if you listened carefully you could hear denim tighten.

The bird slapped her forehead, ‘Oh hell, sorry, I’m Mary Hughes, from Virgin, nice to meet you.’ She laughed and men realised she wasn’t a little brown bird, but a fox playing in the hen house. Her smile lit the place up and the laugh, well it was dirty, they took another look at the woman, and figured out she was damn cute!

‘Well Mary Hughes from Virgin, it’s nice to meet you.’ They both laughed and shook hands again. Lucky decided she like this woman, she may try to dumb down her cute look, she succeeded till she laughed or smiled, then you knew what a knock out she was.

‘Aren’t you excited? I mean you won a chance to meet your favourite group, go on stage, and then go backstage and do the meet and greet thing? If it was me I’d be talking and giggling like a giddy school girl. Not that I’ve been a school girl for a while but I might be giddy! Who’s your fav band man; tell me it’s got to be Jon that man is so fine, he should be declared too hot to handle! Or are you a Darksider? Sambora’s looking mighty fine this tour isn’t he? I’d not throw either of them out of bed and the th……’ Lucky slapped a hand over her mouth stemming the flow of questions.

The men watching laughed, and Lucky smiled, and Jack clicked on. ‘Calm down sweetie and take a breath will you, you’re wearing me out!’ Mary blushed and Lucky finally finished undoing her jacket, slipping it off, groans were heard.

‘Oh my god that top is beautiful, where did you get it from? God it’s perfect. Ok I’m shutting up!’ Mary chuckled again as Lucky threatened to gag her again! ‘I’m sorry, I’m nervous, I love this damn group have done for over ten years! I met Jon half an hour ago and I haven’t come down since. Hence my mouth on full ahead, again I’m sorry.’ She rolled her eyes; she hadn’t even remembered her name when Jon bumped into her.

She was envious of the tall creature in front of her. Lucky was tall nearly six foot, her jeans looked sprayed on and the woman had curves in the right places. She was wearing cowboy boots, black with a steel tip; it would hurt if she kicked someone!

And that top, well it was a deep blood red silk halter, that stopped about two inches from the top of her jeans. It had a modest cleavage, but the way Lucky filled it out made it look like she’d spill out of it if she leaned to far forward! And when Lucky turned to stow her leather in the saddle bags on the bike, sharp indrawn breathes could be heard, the back was held together with four diamante baggets. You didn’t open them you just pulled the top over your head. You could see her spine from neck to top of the jeans, her back silky smooth and pale, she wasn’t wearing a bra, so the top must have one inbuilt.

‘Hey you’ve got ink, what is it?’ Mary asked stepping forward. At the base top of the jeans just poking over when she leaned forward, was a row of musical notes. ‘Wow that’s so pretty.’

‘Thanks I had it done nearly twenty odd years ago, and I got it refreshed last year, it started to fade.’ Lucky smiled, it was her second tat, the first one, in homage, was on her hip bone that had been re-coloured too. She’d also go a new tat when she’d done the others, she now had a rose vine starting from her big toe on the left foot, and it curled around her ankle finishing up on her ankle bone, damn that bit had smarted! At her age she didn’t plan to have any more ink.

‘Excuse me ladies, are you ok here,’ an American sounding voice asked from behind them.