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Back to Index Chapter 6 |
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Brian wrinkled his nose, looking at the food in front of him with disgust. "Am I supposed to eat this?" He demanded. Gypsum looked at him, one eyebrow raised. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Yes, Brian. You're supposed to eat that. That's what one does with food." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"But this--this is just disgusting!" Brian complained, sweeping back his dark hair. Gypsum sighed. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"It's called a hamburger, Brian. It's Burger King, for fucks sake! It's not going to kill you." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Gypsum, it's practically dripping with fat! Look at it! If I eat that, I'm going to gain ten pounds!" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Just eat the fucking burger, Brian! I'm hungry, and this is all we can afford right now. Besides, you hardly weigh ten pounds as it is!" Brian pouted a minute, before tentatively poking the suspicious item with his black nail. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Ew." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Eat." Brian sighed. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Fine. But I blame my obesity on you." He picked it up, and made a face, before taking a bite. He chewed it slowly, and then cocked his head. "That's actually not too bad." He admitted finally, after swallowing. Gypsum grinned. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Good. Because, until we book another gig, that's what you're living off of." Brian paled. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"But I'll die!" He gasped, dropping the hamburger back onto it's wrapping. Gypsum rolled her eyes. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Then I suggest you go find some influential club owner to shag." Brian glared at Gypsum. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Why do I have to be the whore?" He demanded. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Because, Brian, you're just a prettier girl than I am." She batted her eyes at him. Brian stuck his tongue out at her. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Fine. I'll go after we finish eating. But it's your turn next time." Gypsum grinned. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Deal." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
******** | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Brian adjusted his short pink skirt, and leaned forward, examining his face in the taxi's rear view mirror. The taxi driver blinked quickly, and then averted his gaze out the window. After deciding that his lipstick was perfect, Brian batted his lashes at the driver. "You don't have to wait." He said happily, passing the man a ten-pound note. He sat back and slid out of the car. "Cheers." He waved and closed the door, before turning and gazing up at the building. He was in the upscale business section of London, and he already felt completely out of place. He wasn't made for the upper class snobbishness of the area. He wrinkled his nose, and then checking to make sure his ivory lace tights were in order, he made his way into the building. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Glancing around, he spotted the reception desk and made his way towards it. The woman looked up as he approached and smiled politely. "Can I help you?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Yes, I'm looking for Mr. Linyard's office." He said sweetly, raising his voice an octave. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Third floor, room 306." Brian smiled. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Thank you." He turned and made for the elevators, managing to step inside one that had just arrived before the doors closed. There was a rather attractive middle-aged man standing against the back wall, and Brian amused himself by making eyes at him for several minutes, before the elevator reached the third floor. When the doors slid open with a ding Brian blew the man a kiss, and hopped out. He walked down the hall and entered room 306. The secretary looked up at him as he entered. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"I need to speak with Mr. Linyard about playing a gig at his club." Brian said, getting straight to the point. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Do you have an appointment?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"I sure do." The secretary glanced down at the record book. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Mr. Boretti?" She asked sceptically. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"My brother--the manager of the band. But he couldn't make it today. He had a bad case of--the--erm--well just say it's of a personal nature." The secretary raised her eyebrows, but Brian only looked at her innocently. Still looking suspicious, the secretary picked up the phone and pressed a button. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Mr. Linyard? Yes there's a Miss Boretti to see you." She paused and then nodded. "I'll send her in." She hung up and nodded to the door. "He'll see you now." Brian smiled at her brilliantly and paraded past the desk, in through the heavy oak door. He stepped inside, and carefully closed the door behind him. The man at the desk looked up as he entered. He was in his mid forties, but not too bad looking, Brian decided. Which made the whole business, much easier. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"You're Miss Boretti?" The man asked disbelievingly. Brian shrugged gracefully. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Actually, I'm afraid I told a tiny lie." He smirked and Mr. Linyard frowned. "My name is Brian Molko." The man's eyebrows shot up. But for some reason or another, even though there was a man dressed as a woman in his office, he didn't pick up the phone to call security. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"And what can I do for you, Mr. Molko?" He asked, lacing his fingers together. Brian moved forward, swaying his hips for all he was worth. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"My band and I, are in desperate need of a place to play. And we?re willing to play for phenomenally cheap--if you'll only give us a chance." Mr. Linyard frowned again. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"I don't normally allow unknown bands such as yours to play." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Well once we play, we won't be unknown." Brian pointed out, settling himself down on the edge of the man's desk. Mr. Linyard swallowed, appearing slightly uncomfortable at Brian's closeness. "And I can promise you, that you won't be disappointed with our performance." He let his fingers trail suggestively over the paperweight sitting next to him on the desk. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"I'm sorry Mr. Molko--" But Brian stopped him mid sentence. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"I don't think you quite understand, what I'm offering, Mr. Linyard." Brian purred, leaning over so that he was practically lying across the desk. "I'm quite willing to do anything to get my band into your club." He ran his fingers over Mr. Linyard's arm. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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When Mr. Linyard's twenty-two year old son appeared at the office, much later, he was informed that his father was currently seeing a client. Figuring that the news of their aunt's death was much more important, Justin Linyard stepped inside anyway and dropped the bundle of papers he was holding. The small dark haired (and completely naked) woman who was straddling his father a top his desk, turned in mild surprise, her cheeks flushed. "Um--I'll come back later..." Justin managed to choke out before stumbling back out and slamming the door shut. He sank into a chair by the door, trying to remove the images from his mind. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Five minutes later, the doors opened and the woman stepped out, completely dressed, reapplying her lipstick. She snapped the compact shut, smoothed out her hair, and winked at Justin. It was only then that he noticed her obvious lack of breasts, and--Jesus! Justin gaped at the tiny man as he waltzed out of his father's office in a mini skirt and stilettos. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"We have four gigs at the Empress." Brian beamed, settling himself down on the moth eaten sofa. Gypsum stared at him. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"You're fucking joking!" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"I'm not." Brian giggled. "Though, I didn't know business men could be so submissive." Gypsum's mouth dropped as Brian fell over, in a fit of laughter. "This means, next time, it's your turn to fuck the owner, Gyp." Gyp sighed and rolled her eyes. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Yeah, yeah--so when are the gigs?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"The next two Fridays and Saturdays." Brian picked himself up off the floor. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm in dire need of a shower." He paused batting his eyelashes at her. "Would you care to join me?" Gyp made a face. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Call me after you wash that guy's spunk off, then we'll talk." Brian beamed and headed off for the shower. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Sure thing babe." Brian grabbed several towels from the closet and then made his way into the bathroom. Dropping the towels down on the toilet seat, Brian leaned over and turned the faucet on. After making sure the water was the right temperature, Brian stripped off his slightly damp clothing and tossed them in a pile next to the sink. He waited until the bath had filled a bit before carelessly knocking the half full jar of bubble bath into the water, and stepping in after it. Within minutes, bubbles had filled the bath, giving off the aroma of some flower Gypsum liked. Sighing contentedly, Brian laid back, resting his head on the cool porcelain tub. He let his eyes flicker shut, allowing the heat to wash over him. He sat there for a few minutes, thinking about nothing in particular before a small sound alerted him to Gypsum's presence. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
His lips twitched slightly as he heard the soft floomp of her clothes hitting the ground. "Budge up, Nancy." Brian lazily opened one eye, and then sat up scooting forward. Gypsum grinned and slid into the steaming water behind him. Brian settled back against her. Her arms snaked around his waist, her soft fingers stroking his hips under the steaming water. Letting his head flop back on her shoulder, Brian emitted a soft moan. "Stressful day?" Gyp whispered teasingly in his hair. Brian nodded slightly, burrowing his cheek into the crook of her neck, gently nipping at the exposed flesh. "Well let me help you with that, Bri-pie darling." Brian suppressed a giggle at the old pet name, and then inhaled sharply as Gypsum's hands firmly grasped his cock under the water. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Mmm.? Was all he could manage, as she began to gently massage him, using the bubbles as lubrication. Brian scooted closer to her, closing his eyes as Gypsum increased the speed of her hands. Within minutes, she was pumping him aggressively as Brian released a series of moans and whimpers. Water sloshed over the side of the tub, soaking the pile of discarded clothes, as Gypsum jerked her hand faster and faster. "Mmm---mmm---aahh." Brian's voice went up an octave as he felt himself nearing that point of bliss. "Oh fuck. Mmmfff." His back arched slightly as he felt his orgasm tear through him, his cum swirling away with the bubbles. He collapsed back onto Gypsum, panting. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"All better?" She murmured seductively. Brian nodded, still trying to get his breath back. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Yeah." He said shakily. "Thanks, love. I needed that." He leaned back, and kissed her from upside down. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Don't mention it, babe." She flicked her tongue out at his. "That's what friends are for." She grinned cheekily before slipping away from him with a squelching noise, and stepping out of the tub. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"A friend with benefits." He joked. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"A friend with breast's, you mean." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"And everything else too!" He giggled. "That should be a song." He mused, allowing himself to watch Gyp's dripping body as she grabbed the towel. She glanced over and spotted him watching her. Brian fluttered his eyelashes. Gyp rolled her eyes, and ruffled his hair affectionately before wrapping the towel around her self and exiting the steaming room. Brian fell back against the porcelain rim, happily swirling his fingers through the bubbles. "Hey Gyp?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Yeah?" She called presumably from the bedroom. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"When did Danny say he'd next have our stuff?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Um--Thursday, I think it was." She groaned to herself. "As if I can wait that long! We won't be able to pay him until after we get paid for those gigs, though." Brian sank dejectedly into the water. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Fucking hell, I need a hit." He muttered to no one in particular. Gyp reappeared in the doorway, wrapped in her dressing gown. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"What was that, love?" She queried. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"I need a hit." Brian pouted. Gyp nodded sympathetically. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Understood, babe. Just think though--it won't be long now." Brian didn't respond, already trying to imagine the feeling of the smack as he injected it into his veins--his head lolled heavily against the edge before he submerged himself completely. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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"Has anybody seen Jack?" Brian asked desperately. Gypsum and Geo shook their heads. "Fuck!" He banged his head against the wall. "Where'd he go?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"He said something about being off to Spain for three days with Marie about three weekends ago." Geo said miserably. "I called his sister, and she's not heard back from him since he left. She tried calling the hotel where they were supposed to be staying, but no such luck." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Brian hit his head against the wall again. "Well, what the bloody hell are we going to do without a fucking drummer?!" He demanded. "I go fuck the owner of the sodding club, get our gigs, and find out that we can't even play because Jack's off gallivanting?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Calm down, Bri." Gyp soothed. "It's ok. We'll find someone to sit in." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Sit in?" Brian reiterated in disbelief. "Sit in? You don't play great gigs, with some drummer who doesn't know your music, Gyp! This is going to be a bloody great catastrophe!" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"No Brian, she's right." Geo said. "We'll just have to listen in at some of the other clubs, and see if someone will help us out. And we'd better do it quick." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Steve Hewitt snatched up his drumsticks and with a wave, shot off the stage. He needed a beer, and he needed it fast. Sidestepping the guitarist of the crappy band he had just played with, Steve headed for the bar, and sank down thankfully on the stool. "What'll it be, mate?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Pint o' your finest." Steve grunted, letting the drumsticks clatter down on the countertop. The bartender poured the drink and handed the glass to Steve. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"'Ere you are." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Ta very much." Steve took a long drink and smacked his lips. He was only marginally aware of the new person that plopped down next to him, and ordered a margarita, while tapping black nails on the counter. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"You sure kicked the shite out of that drum kit of yours." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Hmm?" Steve looked over and drank in the sight of the small--erm--was it a man or a woman? The person cocked their head and beamed. "Erm, yeah--" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"You were brilliant. Better than the rest of your fucking band. No offence." Steve shook his head. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Not my band, so non taken." He decided that the voice was that of a man. He shook his hair back and took another drink of his beer. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Oh, sorry. Where are my manners?" The ladyboy scooted his chair closer, fluttering his eyelashes. "My name's Brian Molko." He extended his delicate hand, and Steve took it, worried he was going to crush it. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Steve Hewitt." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"So that's not your band you say?" Steve shook his head. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Nah. I'm in between bands right now. I've been sitting in for random bands in the area." Brian beamed. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Well how would you feel about sitting in for my band? We're in a bit of a tiff actually. Our drummer' gone MIA. He went to Spain with his girlfriend for the weekend--a month ago." Brian shrugged and rolled his eyes. "Haven't heard from his sorry arse since. We've got four gigs coming up, and I was wondering if you'd be interested in playing?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"When are these gigs?" Steve asked wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Friday and Saturday for the next two weeks." Steve wrinkled his nose. "Of course, we'd not be able to pay very much--what with other--necessities." He blushed slightly and took a long drink from his hardly touched glass. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Where are you playing?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"The Empress." Steve's jaw dropped. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"How'd you get--I mean..." He flushed, having assumed that this man's band wasn't as high a flyer as some. Brian grinned. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Personal favours to the owner on my part?" He giggled. Steve blinked, not quite sure what to make of this statement of whoredom. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Oh." He scratched his head. "Well I don't see why not. I can use all the quid I can get." Brian beamed. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Excellent!" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Um, I usually require a couple days to get the songs down. Do you have a studio somewhere we can practice?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"My flat?" Steve blinked. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Don't your neighbours---?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Only all the fucking time." Brian laughed. "But it's ok, we just pound back." He grinned and Steve laughed. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Well, alright then." He lifted his beer glass and Brian followed suit with his margarita. They tapped the glasses together. "Cheers." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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