I don’t know if my face can get any redder.
“Y-yeah, that sounds good,” I say, and Grant and Lee can’t keep the grins off their faces as they look me up and down.
I can’t believe this. I’ve heard about how bands like to get a little friendly with fans after the shows like this, but I always thought it was kind of an exaggeration.
“Those two will be a while,” Lee says as Tyler and Jenna walk off, arm in arm.
“Enjoy the show?” Grant asks.
“Oh my god, are you kidding?” I gush. I’m unable to hold anything back. My head is still spinning, partly just because this is them, and partly because of how they’re looking at me. I notice Lee’s brow furrow, and he crosses his arms. I suddenly realize he’s staring at my chest.
“Hey, I got a question,” he says, and he reaches into his back pocket.
To my horror, he pulls out my bra, still bearing the tape I used to attach it to a tennis ball. My eyes go so wide I’m worried they’ll fall out of my head.
“This yours, or do you just like going braless?” he asks, and Grant’s face lights up too.
“I...um...oh gosh,” I murmur, and I start twirling a lock of my hair around my finger. “Well I didn’t realize I’d be meeting you, and-”
“I think she’s a real fan, Grant,” Lee says.
“I think so too,” he agrees before looking back down at me. “Gotta say, we’ve had a lot of shit thrown up on stage, but that was creative. How about a tour of the trailer? We’ve got some better beer in there.”
I hardly have time to stammer a response before Lee scoops me up in his arms. I squeal a giggle as he hoists me up onto his shoulders, my legs around his neck, and I hold onto his hair and press my hips into the back of his head.
“Night’s young,” Grant chuckles. “Let’s get out of here.”
I squeal in delight as Lee tosses me onto the bed in the trailer, and my tiny frame bounces under the dim lights overhead.
The trailer is huge. I’ve never been inside one of these things before, much less known what they look like on the inside. It’s like a luxury camper, full of band merchandise, liquor, and equipment strewn all over the place. It feels like one big messy bedroom, and I love it.
Not as much as I love what’s happening with the guys who just carried me inside.
“So they just ditched you?” Grant asks, talking about my friends. We made a little chit-chat on the walk to the trailer, and I’m surprised to find out they’re pretty down to earth people. “Jesus, they sound like dicks.”
“I mean, I guess they’re entitled to having fun,” I say modestly.
“Still,” Lee says, “leaving a cute little thing like you all on your own? That’s criminal.”
I giggle and curl up on the bed, batting my lashes at the two of them. They’re stalking toward me with a hungry and playful look in their eyes, and it’s making me more excited by the second.
“Yeah,” Grant says, putting a knee on the bed and looming over me. “There are shady guys around here. Never know what could happen.”
I’m starting to second-guess myself about dreaming.
At only 5’ tall, I’m hard to spot in a crowd, much less notice. But these guys have been ravishing me with their eyes every second. Riding on Lee’s shoulders on the way over here, Grant kept gazing at my legs--gazing, not glancing.
These men know what they like, and it turns out, I’m it.
I’m like prey for them, and oh my god, I never thought I’d enjoy it this much.
And that makes me a little bolder than I usually would be.
My big blue eyes move from one to the other. The trailer smells like beer and old clothes, but in a comforting way, and my sweet-smelling perfume that left glitter on my neck and arms stands out in sharp contrast.
“And just what might happen to a girl like me?” I ask, my voice full of anticipation.
To my surprise, Grant slips his hand around the back of my head, lacing his fingers through my curly locks and turning my head up to look at him. His eyes are full of simple, lustful desire.