Free Dirty by Kathryn Rose Page A

in front of me.” I turn to look at the other members of my band. “What do you assholes think?”
    I see Chad laughing and Brandon rolls his eyes. I can only assume that Mikey is in agreement since the big bastard is hiding behind his drums.
    “Alright, let’s get on with it then.” I cue the guys to start into our next song.
    The next hour and a half fly by at warp speed as I sing and scream my heart out. My body is literally shaking from adrenaline by the end of the show. If I had my choice, I’d never leave this fucking stage. When I tell the crowd goodnight, I hear several boos coming from them.
    “Ah, shut the hell up, assholes. You got to stare at me for over an hour.” I laugh into the mic before putting it back on the stand and walking away.
    As soon as I get off the stage, someone hands me a towel. I wipe it down my face and across my neck before throwing it back to whoever handed it to me. The guys are right behind me as I head to the dressing room. I stink like a son of a bitch and I’m desperate for a shower.
    As soon as we walk into the dressing room, I pull my shirt over my head and drop it on the floor. I unfasten my belt and start pulling my pants off as I kick my shoes off.
    “Get your naked ass in the shower. I don’t want to see it.” Mikey shouts.
    I laugh. “You love seeing my ass, Mikey. No need to lie.”
    He grunts and I see something go flying past my head. When one of his shoes hits the wall and drops to the floor, I turn to look at him.
    “You’re playing dirty, trying to take me from behind.”
    “Shut the fuck up and go shower so we can get out of here. I’m beat.”
    I ignore him as I grab a pair of jeans out of my bag. I don’t bother putting underwear on. There’s no point. I know I’ll have some chick with me in less than an hour. The way I see it, the longer it takes to get naked, the longer it takes for her to suck my dick.
    I grab a towel off the stack next to the bathroom door and walk into the bathroom. There’s a huge tub in here, but I ignore it and head for the shower stall. I don’t have time to take a bath like some damn chick. I turn the water on and step in, wincing as the hot water burns my skin. I leave it hot though. What can I say? I like the pain.
    I scrub every inch of my body and then wash my hair. It feels so fucking good to be clean. I love performing, but I hate sweating and smelling like ass. I rest my hands against the wall once I’m finished and just stand under the water. If I didn’t know that I was about to get laid, I might stay in here longer. Lucky for me, I know I’ll get laid tonight. I always do.
    I shut the water off and towel my body dry. After pulling on my jeans, I spray some of my cologne on and head back out into the dressing room. The rest of the guys are hanging out on the couches, drinking beer and laughing. As soon as Brandon sees me, he hops up and heads into the shower.
    “About time.” He grumbles as he walks past me. Guess I’m not the only one who needs a shower.
    “I’m out. I’ll see you guys in a few.” I say as I walk to the door and open it.
    They know the deal. After every show, the bus is mine for two hours. If they want to fuck a chick while I’m in there, they either fuck them in the venue or go somewhere with them. They usually stay at the venue, because if we leave, security has to follow us. Nothing like pounding a chick in the back of her car while two security guys stand outside. And yes, if you’re wondering, I’ve done it before. I’m not ashamed of it, but damn, fucking in a car always ends up with me getting a cramp somewhere. I prefer a bed.
    Two of our head security guys, Dave and Adam, stand by the back doors that lead outside. They follow me as I open the door and walk outside. As soon as our fans spot me, they start screaming. My eyes scan the crowd, looking for the one. I always find one out here and take her back to the bus. Most of my fans know this and if they’re here, they want to