The Rock Chick Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

The Rock Chick Pt. 02

(Author's note - thank you once again for taking the time to read my stories. This one came about after the song in question came up in my Spotify playlist the other week and I just knew it was perfect for Bea! Please feel free to leave comments, any feedback helps! - Chloe)

It was the final week of the tour and the reviews of the gigs had all been really positive. Violet Stiletto were enjoying critical acclaim and solid album sales, and Bea was hinting a larger tour maybe on the cards, to the States. We laughed about them appearing on one of the American late night talk shows like Jimmy Kimmel or Stephen Colbert.

We'd both spent the best part of a week together, after that first night in London. Violet Stiletto started their tour in Manchester, then have been headlining around the country. Meanwhile, I'd been filming The Gift, starring as the innocent girl, Lulu. It was exciting work and Lioness Pictures had doubled their usual production budget, with some interesting shooting locations. I'd shot some scenes with Bethany Starr, and had already done the makeover scene with Chloe, the amazing hairstylist. They were both fantastic but in every waking moment I found my thoughts drifting back to Bea, I was starting to miss my sexy bassist. We'd managed to see each other a few times, but I wanted more and I was hoping she felt the same.

"We've got a two-day gap coming up. After Glasgow, we've got a couple of days before our next gig in Belfast," Bea had said on the ...

... phone.

"Do you want to hang out, then? I could come up and meet you", I'd said. I tried to sound, you know, laid back, non-committal, but failed miserably. She put me out of my misery quickly though.

"I'd love to spend more time with you Noa," she said, "Come to the gig, I'll leave a pass for you at the ticket office."

I packed a weekend bag and booked a flight that afternoon. It's just an hour by plane so I was going through the airport by six in the evening. I'd booked a hotel room -- it might be superfluous but at least it was somewhere i could freshen up and change clothes -- then I headed to the venue.

It was a much larger place than the last gig I'd seen Bea, which admittedly was a secret gig for the fan club, mainly. This, though, had seen big names play here in their prime. There was even a balcony, already filled with people. It felt a bit surreal seeing so many teenagers of different genders wearing tee-shirts with Bea's face on them.

The support band were on, and I had to admit, sounded really good. I watched the remainder of their set and made a mental note to check out their album at the merch stand later. But for now, I had a different destination. I made my way through the crowd, to the side of the stage, where a burly looking security guard was stood in front of a door. I flashed him the large, laminated pass around my neck, and he pushed the door open for me without a word. It opened into a corridor, and eventually I found the band's dressing room. I ...