Chapter 1:

I lit a cigarette as I stared out of the window of the tour bus. It was the day after the first concert and we were on the road, travelling from Newcastle to Birmingham. The volcanoes in the sky had erupted and it was pissing it down. The rain streamed down the window…so much for catching a glimpse of the countryside.

“I thought you’d quit.” Ville commented as he sat down beside me, stirring me from my thoughts.

I laughed and turned around to see him with a cigarette in his hand as well.

“I thought you had too.” I challenged.

“I must have been fucked out of my brain when I told you I was quitting.” He laughed.

“Literally or figuratively?” I teased.

“Well, did I tell you so last night? I know I was seriously fucked last night.” He whispered, so that the other band members wouldn’t hear.

 I took a drag on my cigarette and then exhaled, giggling slightly at his question.

“You were fucked good and thorough last night, Mr. Rock star.” I told him in a whisper. “And I think it was just what you needed.”

There was a brief silence as we grinned at one another and remembered the night before. The upstairs of the bus was separated into bunks that were hidden by a curtain from the small living room area. However, at the back, there was a small room, panelled off from the rest of the bus. Ville, being the lead singer and the most forceful member of the band, had chosen this room, with its large bed, as his own. This was where we had spent a very energetic, yet satisfying night.

“How would you feel about a repeat performance?” He asked, leaning close to whisper the question in my ear.

I giggled then rolled my eyes. I know men think about sex every six seconds, but Ville never ceased to amaze me with how often he was gagging for it.

“Right here, while Migé has his eyes closed?” I asked, jokingly gesturing towards Migé, who was sat with his feet up and his eyes closed, listening to music on his personal CD player.

Ville let out a low chuckle and his breath hit the back of my neck, causing my skin to come up in goose bumps.

“Well, I was hoping it would last a little longer than a CD single.” He replied.

I giggled coquettishly as Ville edged closer to me. He was behind me, his body pressed close to mine as I talked to him over my left shoulder.

“What’s going to last longer than a CD single?” Burton asked, eyeing us suspiciously.

Neither of us had seen him come upstairs, but we edged away from one another almost instantly.

“I was just telling Laura that the, um…um…concert tonight is gonna last longer than a CD single.” Ville lied unconvincingly.

“Well, I should think so, we are on stage an hour and a half.” Burton replied, his expression changing from suspicion to confusion.

“Yes…yes, that was what I was explaining.” Ville said.

Burton raised one eyebrow.

“You’re a fucking weirdo sometimes, Ville.” He said as he picked up a book from the table Ville and I were sat near, before going back downstairs.

“Carry on with that fabulous acting and you might just get an Oscar one day.” I ribbed when I was sure Burton had gone.

Ville laughed awkwardly.

“Well, you didn’t exactly help me out.” He said.

“No, but take me elsewhere and I’d be more than happy to help you out in another way.” I told him, stroking his thigh.

He didn’t need any persuasion. Before you could say ‘fuck her gently’ he had jumped up, taken my hand in his and led me to the small room.