I was lying next Roger, his arm was draped over my stomach as we lay together in the nest of cushions he had created in the back of the van. I glanced at the watch resting on my wrist
SHIT, COSTUMES
I roughly shook Roger's shoulder in order to wake him, he grumbled and growled angrily in to the nest of pillows. Burrowing himself deeper in to the comfy pile. I picked up the pillow nearest to me and hit him over the head with it. I rummaged around in the pile where Roger still lay grumbling softly. I fished out the keys and jingled them happily, climbing in to the drivers seat of the car and slotting the keys in to the ignition. Before turning it and revving the engine. Roger shot up in the back of van, not dressed he desperately clamoured over the seats to the front just as I stepped on the gas. The car curved back on to the road quickly.
"Evie, what the hell are you doing?" Roger said tiredly ruffling his hair "I am the one who drives" he pouted
"I think you can make an exception after the performance last night" I said smirking cockily at him. He leaned back on the seat a similar smirk crossing his face.
"Fine but you have to make it up to me later" he winked
"you know I never disappoint" I laughed back trying my best to concentrate on driving us back despite a nearly naked Roger sitting teasingly next to me.
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We squealed back in to last night's venue, the boys had a night of to recover. It was one of the few nights when they got to relax. But I had to work to finish, some of my new designs. These were by far the most outrageous ideas I had ever had. I was putting Freddie in a bright red sparkly playsuit. That had a ridiculously low neckline, it was tight and outlined Freddie's signature bulge very well. John would be in a white silk shirt with a black blazer. He was more in to keeping it simple, but I wanted to put in in a pair of tight trousers to push his limits a little. I knew he would be a little uncomfortable, but I also knew he would look incredible. Brian was next, I needed to finish off a pair of white flares that were embroidered with flowers and various dainty objects. I was hoping the naturistic aspect would distract Brian from what he was actually wearing. Roger was the final design, I had him in simply a flowery blazer that was paired with black, tight, silky trousers. That accentuated him in all the right places, that I'm sure would come in handy later that night. He was going to look divine. This was the final rotation of outfits I needed to finish and then the immense load of sewing would be over and I would just need to be on hand during concerts. Although if I wished to leave for a week or two Chris would be able to hold down the fort. My thoughts were rudely interrupted as Brian crashed through the door of the trailer, he was breathless and red in the face.
"E-E-Evie. You have to come and see the new trailer" He paused breathing deeply "It's huge" He grabbed me by the hand and dragged me out of the door confused and a little dizzy. He ran quickly across the courtyard, my legs had to do double time to keep up with his lengthy steps. He burst through the door of the new cabin. It was large and luscious. It had a newly fitted kitchen, along with cream, plush cushions.
"Roger's room is the one at the end dear" Freddie called quickly from the new kitchen where he was desperately trying to boil an egg without burning the trailer down. I walked down to the end of the hall and edged open the door, it creaked lightly. Roger lay on the bed in just his underwear, a large bulge very obvious. He looked up as he saw me and put his hands behind his head watching as my eyes scoured him hungrily.
"Like what you see Evelyn?"
"You're such a cocky git"
"lucky that you love me then isn't it?" I flung myself at him pinning his arms above his head. I kissed him hungrily trailing all the way down to the band on his underwear. I stopped and looked up innocently at him. Then I ever so softly ran my tongue over his hardening dick. I smirked up watching as his head fell back in pleasure, he moaned my name quietly. I ran my hand teasingly around anywhere that wasn't his cock. I then followed the same trail back up to meet his lips. My hands tugged at his hair hard enough for him to swear. We both immediately broke apart as Freddie's delighted face burst through the door frame.
"Well, well, well what do we have here?" Freddie said a Cheshire grin spreading widely across his face
"Fuck Freddie" I gasped
"Jesus. Ever heard of knocking Fred?" Roger asked covering himself up the best he could. He continued talking completely ignoring Roger's objection.
"Well Miss Lily. You are quite the little minx. I honestly didn't believe Roger, but now I see why he is so hooked" He paused clapping his hands together "Anyway dearies. We are meeting with the new tour manager in his trailer in 10 minutes. Evelyn, darling there is a room for you in there if you wish. Although you seem... comfortable here already" he winked making me turn a bright shade of crimson as I desperately hid my face in my hands. Roger kissed me gently on the forehead. twirling a strand of my hair around his finger. He adjusted my top gently back in to place.
"There. Now no one will know the true little minx you are" he grinned teasingly. I picked up a nearby pair of jeans and a tight yellow top throwing them his way
"Oh shut up and put on some clothes Meddows"
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We all stood together outside waiting on Freddie. He burst out the door, a long kimono on his body. John clicked his tongue anxiously and glanced at his watch. Just as Freddie span, his kimono billowing out behind him.
"Fred we are going to be late. In fact, we already are" Brian said sounding exasperated. The band had all put in a significant effort into their appearance. Hell, Roger wasn't wearing sunglasses.
"Please darling" Freddie said waving his hand dismissively "The queen is never late. Everyone else is simply...early" He said with a shrug heading off toward the new manager's shiny trailer that had showed up. As I looked at the trailer for the first time I realised it was huge, the exterior was made of shining metal. It glinted teasingly in the last vanishing drops of sunlight. Roger held my hand in his and gave it a nervous squeeze. I stretched up and quickly pecked him on the cheek squeezing his hand in reassurance. Freddie waited for us in front of the trailer, despite the huge smile on his lips he was fiddling nervously with his ring finger. I glanced at John and Brian who were muttering something about the recent affairs quickly under their breath. We all stood in a small cluster outside the strangely intimidating metallic beast before us. Freddie looked at us all and took a deep breath. Nodding silently signalling it was time to go in. He leaned forward and cleanly rapped the door 3 times importantly. We all took a step back as we waited for the door to open.
"Hi there" A paper thin blonde woman appeared at the door. Her eyes were heavily lined with a jet black eyeliner. He lips were pumped up and bright red lipstick was slathered over them. She wore a trashy leather skirt and an off white top. Her makeup was packed on adding about two inches of volume to the skin she already had somewhere underneath the monstrosity. She held open the door to the trailer her eyes glued on Roger the entire time. I huddled in tighter to him he wrapped his hand securely around my waist. Though I could have sworn I seen him looking the way of the blonde headed tramp.
"Hi, I am Chrystal" She smiled uglily "I am Mr Young's assistant. He will be through to see you in a minute" She gestured to the large table that had been set up "Please have a seat" She flounced off to the back of the trailer. Presumably to go and fetch Mr Young, we all sat awkwardly around the table. Speaking in low mumbles at most, between awkward sips of the grainy, lukewarm water. We heard a rattle from the back of the trailer, my water sloshed as Roger accidently elbowed me. The liquid splashing and running down my leg. I quickly glanced down trying to wipe it quickly.
"Hi I am Paul, Paul Young" I heard a cold voice chime from the far back of the room as the band all stood to greet him. I froze, that name. It couldn't be
it isn't Evie. Evelyn Lily you are being dramatic just take a look and you will see you are being crazy
I looked up, it took every last painful ounce of energy I had to rip my eyes from where they were glued to my leg. I could feel the rest of the band's eyes on me. I stood up. It was him, Paul Young. The man who had broke me, the man who had left me at the altar. Paul's eyes rested upon me a creepy, malicious grin spreading across his face as he grabbed my wrist forcefully and pulled me in to a violent squeeze of a hug.
"Evie. How are you?" He asked slimily. Roger came up and territorially placed his arm over my shoulder. Paul watched raising his eyebrows a little in amusement. Roger's hand tightened on my shoulder, his finger's whitening the skin below.
"You two know each other?" Roger snarled through gritted teeth
"Roger this is Paul" I said pointedly, an. Roger's face fell as he realised what Paul I meant. A hot, angry rage washed over him. He reacted quickly lunging at Paul and grabbing his arm. Brian was quickly in after holding Roger back as he snarled aggressively.
"He is NOT fucking managing our tour" Roger pointed at him calming down a little. Though he came over to me and protectively wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. Tears were prickling my eyes, I blinked them back hastily swallowing desperately in my sandpapery throat.
"Oh I am" Paul smirked folding his arms
"What the hell do you mean you are?!" Roger shouted back "You hurt Evie, you are NOT managing us. Final."
Paul smirked at his tapping his fingers happily on his forearm.
The rest of the band were sharing looks of confusion. With Freddie signalling he would fill them in later. They all had sat back down at the table and were again awkwardly sipping the water glasses. Roger was still standing next to me shielding me from the slimy monster before us. Paul smugly walked to the fridge and slowly poured a glass of water. He took a long glug before speaking again.
"You see. Paul Pretner. That lovely man, he already signed a contract with me. You couldn't get rid of me, even if you tried" He finished his sentence and took another long swig of water. Just as Roger opened his mouth to speak the bathroom door burst open steam curling out lavishly. A familiar head of red hair bounced out in a skimpy frock, Paul looked at me smugly as Francie sashayed her way over, wrapping her arms dramatically around Paul and slapping a sloppy meaningless kiss on his awaiting lips
"You have got to be fucking kidding me" I whispered. I couldn't take it anymore the feeling was wrenching my gut. I felt sick to my core. A fat tear sluggishly crawled down my cheek and I felt other ones threating to fall at any moment. I broke free from Roger's secure grasp and burst out the door of the trailer slamming it behind me. I was crumbling tears now flooding down my face as the pace of my breathing quickened. I rounded a corner and spotted a nearby grassy bank. I stumbled toward it crying hysterically. My legs gave way beneath me and I crashed to the grass. Crying my heart out.
Hope you guys enjoyed that. Lil bit more spicy for all of you. I do however have HUGE exams coming up. But i will still try and update as often as is possible â¡
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