Kat's voice was rough, and her ears still rang from loud music. The set had been crazy, and she could already feel the strain in her neck from head banging against the front barrier. Even her sister who didn't like that kind of music eventually got into it, screaming at the top of their lungs as the death metal band shredded cords. She could feel odd bruises on her knees and wrist but pushed the blankets off of her in a stretch. The ache was prevalent; must have gotten messed up last night. As she finally opened her eyes, she slowly realized she didn't know where she was. It was like unclogging a gutter, slow trickle then all at once the panic set in. It didn't help that just as she stretched, the man next to her moved.

Big guy. Very big guy actually. He lay on his back, hand over his chest the other under Kat. Very hairy which was surprising. Kat didn't go for hairy guys often. He had a lot of tattoos and real big arms so must have been distracted by that. She blinked before peaking under the covers. He was wearing pants, black jeans actually, unbuttoned at the top. Talk about a psychopath, but she could see the outline. Good for him. Good for her apparently too as she could feel her back strain a little at the movement.

Now Kat sleeps around, been a couple times around the block but never has she slept where she fucked. That was like shitting where you eat. She must have been seriously crossfaded. She looked around trying to at least gauge if she was in a crack den... again.

The bedroom was small, well furnished with dark wood as the headboard. The sheets were a rich maroon. Super soft and, honestly, looked super expensive. Which contradicted how small the room was. It was tiny, the bed took up almost, if not all of the space. She leaned slowly over to try and find her dress but had no luck whatsoever. She did her best to lean to see out the bedroom doorway without waking her sleeping friend here.

The area was narrow, less like a room more like a hallway. That's when it clicked. She was in a bus. She rubbed her face. This didn't look like fucking city transportation, so the only bus she could be on would be a tour bus.....that belongs to the one of the band members. She slowly turned to the other body in the bed. The tattoos were ringing bells but she just wasn't sure so she slowly climbed over him, tilting his jaw toward herself so she could get a good look.

Right!

Cream Moloko.

Bass guitarist for Sarcormphus.

Good lord. She thought herself more of a lead guitarist or singer but then again, the singer kind of annoyed the shit out of her. He was at least her body type, and anything else was possible with enough drugs. And last night she definitely had a lot of drugs.

She slid off the bed as slowly as she could. He luckily didn't do much but roll over to which Kat sighed in relief. After at least a 2-minute search the only thing she could find to wear was a style="font-size:11pt;">t-shirt. From the size, it wasn't her's, but the walk of shame can only be so shameful. Besides, it's a souvenir. She slipped it on and stepped into the main hall, carefully tiptoeing to try to find her shoes and phone.

For such a big guy, playing the music he plays, wearing what he does, she did not expect this many plushies and stuffed animals. Like wow he loved Sanrio. Weird. She had never seen that in any interview before. Fun fact for when she tells this story to her friends.

Kat searched the counters, hands moving empty takeout boxes, stacks of miscellaneous papers and glass bottles. She paused and grabbed the picture on the countertop. Huh. One had the band members, but they looked less death metal and more mom's basement, and the other had some people that looked similar to Cream. She sniffed dismissively, thinking it was probably family.

She must have zoned out for a moment because knock at the door is what startled her. She jumped so hard she almost dropped the frame. She could hear him rustling in the back, before the knock came again, harder and more impatient. Her head snapped from the door to the bedroom as she could see full movement and hear a soft groan.

"Yeah, I'm comin'!" came the groggy voice from the back.

Fight and flight hit a little too hard as she dove into the bathroom. Shit. Shit. Shit. She clicked it closed just as his shadow passed by. She could feel the weight and sway of his footsteps as he went to the bus door.

She couldn't even hear anything. Was the bathroom insulated or some shit because this was fucking ridiculous. She could hear muffled laughter and voices then they got further away. They must have left the bus. She climbed up the toilet a bit to see if she could hear out the vent. However, the first thing she was met with as she pried it open was the smell of weed. Her nose scrunched. It's got to be early morning like good god.

"-no... I don't know-"

"... yeah, then I'll do it on my way back."

There was a long ass pause where Kat thought maybe they had walked away, but there was laughter. It was still Cream. The other voice sounded crazy familiar, but she couldn't place it. Probably another famous person. She wished she could see out the vent.

"No.... no I think she left..."

"I didn't see her this morning."

"Oh? Huh... I guess I'll call her."

"What the fuck? You have her number?"

"Is it really that surprisin'?'' another fit of laughter. "Ya don't have to look at me like that."

Kat leaned a little too far, foot dipping in the toilet. Fucking Christ, get it together. She panicked a bit more as she could no longer hear the conversation. The sudden weight shift of the bust signified he had come back on. She stumbled, foot fully falling into the toilet. Trying to climb down she flushed it loudly, bumping into the wall. Using a towel on the back of the small door she struggled to dry her foot. How was this shitter so small; how the fuck did he piss in here?

She let out a sign as she got herself together. That's when she noticed it had gotten oddly quiet. She listened only to be greeted by a soft knock.

"Kat? You alright in there?"

Kat inhaled sharply, why did this feel so embarrassing. She just needed to say she was fine and then find her phone and then leave. It was a simple 3-steps. She didn't think about it, she just wrenched the door open. "I'm fine," she started before trailing off.

She was greeted with a shirtless hairy man and the light smell of marijuana. He smiled down at her. "Oh good, I really need to-"

Kat shut the door again.

She bit her knuckle, before jumping around and silently screaming. Jesus Christ. Saying he was type was an understatement. She wished she could remember what the did last night because he looked like he could fuck her up. Rearrange her guts and give her the jelly legs kind of fuck. Could they have a redo; just so she could have the memory for later use.

She didn't need to see him to hear the confusion in his voice. "Uhm..."

"Sorry," she said quickly, opening the door again.

"That's alright," he said giving her a patient smile, he didn't seem bothered, "but do ya mind if I...?" He gestured to the bathroom.

"Oh yeah, sure," she slid past him, Cream giving her enough room to let her pass before he went into the bathroom.

It did answer her question of how he fit. The answer was he didn't. She watched as he seemed to sigh and unbuckle his pants with the door open. She, sadly, couldn't see anything other than his ass, his shoulders and his hair, but she kind of wished she could. She shook her head, turning around. She needed to stop being horny and get out of here. She knelt down to look under one of the couches for her phone.

It was hard to see without a flashlight and she had to reach her hand under. She wasn't greeted with much, except a condom wrapper. Cool.

"Have you seen my phone?" she asked over her shoulder as she found a dusty rubber band. Neat.

"Yeah, it's in the bedroom on the...uh..."

She stayed bent over, arm still under the couch, as she waited for him to continue but he didn't. Her eyebrows scrunched in genuine confusion before she sat up on her heels and looked over her shoulder at him. He was a bit fast about it, but it was hard to miss his extremely red face as he hid it in the bathroom. She could hear the frantic jingle of his jeans.

He had been staring at her ass.

She couldn't help the little smirk on her face. So she was a little conceited; she had a great ass.

"In the bedroom," she repeated back to him to try and get him to keep going.

"I put it on the charger. It's on the shelf above the bed."

Kat stood up, and casually walked toward the back again. She could tell he was embarrassed and honestly, it was kind of cute. This big death metal bass player being shy about glancing at her ass as if she wouldn't drop to her knees this instant was so cute. She stalled as she passed him in the open bathroom. She stood on her tiptoes before whispering against his shoulder. "If you just wanted me back in your bed you could have just asked..." she said before sliding past him back into the room.

She could see from just a glance he was red all the way to his neck. Men are so easy.

She crawled onto the bed to reach the shelf. She did her best to stick her butt out, pulling on the shirt she was wearing so it slid up and over her underwear. Kat contemplated shaking her ass when she heard a clatter behind her. She snapped her head back just to see Cream, awkwardly fallen over in the doorway.

She blinked. "You okay?"

Cream did his best not to fully fall onto the floor. He was so red and sweaty but nodded in her direction. He did his best to reset some of the stuff on the counter he had knocked over. Kat fought every bit of herself not to laugh.

Focus.

She stayed on all fours on the bed, letting the shirt rest high on her stomach. "Can you help me then?" She said feigning helplessness, "I can't find it?"

Cream looked like he was going to explode but curtly nodded and stiffly entered the small bedroom. Kat had to look away or she was going to lose it. Why was he so awkward? It kept making her giggle and she didn't want to laugh in his face. Well at least not until she knew what she was working with.

He slowly climbed onto the bed, reaching past her. As if she had done it hundreds of times before, Kat settled back, sort of sitting in his lap. She could feel him stiffen with surprise and also the other... stiffened area. A very noticeable stiffened area. Shower and a grower indeed. This man for real had a third leg, a whole weapon of ass destruction. She smiled to herself at her own joke. She was so excited. She was about to be walking sideways out of this bus.

Just as she was about to turn up the heat, she glanced back to see Cream incredibly stressed, red faced, flustered and sweaty.

She blinked and he went into a panic. He fell back. Not falling off the bed as there wasn't that much room but collided with the wall. There was a loud thump as he hit it. His hands came up.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He said a bit frantically, "I ain't mean to..."

"I..."

"You're just really really pretty and I've aint really had a girl in here before like you Kat and..."

"Cream..."

"And I don' wanna push you or do nothin you ain't wanna do just 'cause I'm in a band and--"

Kat's hand came up and covered his mouth. "Cream!" She said, taking a moment to let him breath, "I'm trying to seduce you. It's okay"

Cream paused. Kat let the little gerbil in his head run for a bit before dropping her hand from his mouth. There was more of that pause before he pointed to himself. "Me?"

Kat laughed a tiny bit. It wasn't mean, she was just so surprised. Had really never had a groupie before? Was this really out of the ordinary for him? That just didn't make any sense. He was a big guy over 6ft, covered in tattoos. Did he think of himself as unattractive because he wasn't? Kat knew a lot of women who would throw their panties at him given the chance. He read bad boy from afar but up close like this, it was the complete opposite.

"Yeah, big guy, you," she said patiently.

She could see him swallow. "You want to have sex with me?" He asked again.

"Mmmhmm," she said nodding as well, "I want to have sex with you." This was kind of ridiculous but oddly refreshing.

Cream seemed to sit there and contemplate her answer before nodding with a small smile. "Cool," he said with a little embarrassed laugh, leaning forward towards her.

Kat fell into a full fit of laughter, but she leaned back pulling him with her, hand reaching out for his face. How was she supposed to take that; with his goofy smile and red cheeks. She couldn't get rid of the word as it kept popping up. Cute. He was so cute. She thread her fingers through his messy black hair.

"Very cool," she said stupidly through a laugh, before he kissed her.

He was soft about it. A bit hungry, but soft and slow. She didn't exactly kiss in these kinds of encounters but it felt right to kiss him. She liked the taste of the metal as their tongue rings clicked, with a hint of the joint he must have smoked. The pleased hum as he pushed her further up the bed, sent a tingle to the pit of her stomach. Her legs wrapped around his middle as he pushed against her.

She expected rough grunting and clothes pulling but he was soft in his touches too. His hands were rough and calloused from playing bass however he seemed aware of that as he moved slowly to push up her, well technically his, shirt. He stopped at her bra, massaging her ribs.

"Yea?" He whispered against his lips. His breath was hot from their proximity.

Kat knew what he was referencing but her brain still felt electric. "Yeah." She confirmed nodding as she pulled him back into another kiss.

She felt his hand push her bra up, thumb sliding over nipple. Kat bit his lip in surprise. He wasn't being rough so for a moment she thought he wasn't into it. But she could feel him lick his lower lip before kissing her again. Yes.

Honestly she was ready to have her bra off and for him to dig into the dish that was her chest but just as he seemed to reach behind her to do just that, there was a hard knocking at the door. They both jumped, Kat squeezing him with her legs.

Kat huffed. "Ignore it," she said, pulling back down for a kiss. He seemed to agree as he plunged to another hot exchange with a nod. They tried to get back into it but the knock came again.

"CREAM!! COME ON MAN WE GOTTA GO!! SHE WON'T GET OFF MY ASS!!"

Kat groaned as she could see the apologetic look on his face. Uuuugh. She let him go.

"I'm sorry," he said pulling off of her, "if you stay, ill make it up to ya."

He held out his hand for his shirt. Kat huffed and rolled her eyes but reluctantly took it off. Now she was attached; she wanted it back. Kat tossed him his shirt. "You better!" She said, seeing him relax at her confirmation,"I at least want to remember it."

"Remember it?" He said head half in the shirt as he was backing up.

"Well I don't remember the sex we had last night?"

Cream head popped out the top and he frowned in confusion. "Last night?" He said, "We... ain't have sex last night. You were way too sloshed for that."

Kat blinked. Huh? So they hadn't done anything? Wow. Before she could even get a chance to ask him more, he was out the bus. Well. Guess she'll have to ask when he gets back. She lay back on the bed.

Kat peaked the blind of the tiny window to see what she remembered as the band's lead singer talking with Cream. He took a moment to glance around catching Kat in the window. Kat frowned in disgust and Coco returned that frown with the same but a bit of confusion mixed in. Kat let the blinds go. Stupid rat-face.

She pulled her phone from the charger above her. And there was that rat face again. This time much more entertaining. Her sister must have taken the picture since it was a picture of her sent in a message. One where she was vomiting on the singer of a death metal band.

I can't believe you did that!

Kat snorted.

Deserved.

--end--