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toward the bathroom,
her head spinning. Was her reluctance really about low self-esteem? No, it was
something else. It was her vision of herself—as ambitious Josie Arrington. She
was a girl who worked hard, not a girl who got spanked and squirmed in pleasure
while a rock star ate her ass.
    But she kind of wanted to be.
    And Bram was right. It wasn’t as if any of this would be
published.

Chapter Six
     
    “Everything looks good, Josie,” said Artie over the phone. “I’m
going to clean up the text a bit to put it in our online format then I’ll send
you the document specifications for next time. Or someone will do it.”
    “Is the end that near?” Josie asked anxiously. She knew she
should be worried about herself and the Rock Star staff but she couldn’t
help but worry about Artie’s future.
    “The place is half packed up, the little gray men have come
to go over our accounts files. I’m glad you’re not here, kid.”
    Indeed. She glanced up at the opulent furnishings in her
suite, yesterday’s dirty jeans blemishing the rose velvet settee. The penthouse
was the opposite of the anonymous, badly lit magazine offices. Which didn’t
mean she felt at home here.
    “I’m sorry you have to be. I should have another dispatch
for you tonight.”
    “What’s the next stop?”
    “San Antonio.” She refreshed the emails on her laptop. Still
no itinerary from Bucky. They’d have to load the bus and move out if the band
was to make its live radio appearance before playing the Freeman Coliseum that
night.
    “Well, leave the dateline off, Bob Woodward. This isn’t
Associated Press. And don’t bust your balls getting it done. We’ve gotta
massage the launch, build up excitement. Get butts in seats.”
    “Or eyes on screens.”
    “Yeah. You take care now and don’t let the big bad wolf eat
you up.”
    She clicked off. Too late for that, she thought
uncomfortably. Was this what she was in for, going from city to city, being
spanked and abused and commanded, all while sending out decorous half-truths
about the tour to the reading public? Writing was the only thing she’d ever
done—truthfully, the only thing she did well. She had never been able to just
let experiences happen. They had to be digested, structured and translated into
words, pushed through for strangers to witness at one remove.
    But Bram wanted his secrets kept and that meant keeping what
had happened between them to herself. In honoring this she had no way to
process the extraordinary journey he’d guided her through, from hard-working
good girl to supplicant, on all fours with her ass on fire.
    Time to put it out of her head. She went down to the lobby,
hoping there was some decent Mexican food nearby to help sop up the weird mix
of alcohols in her belly. She had never before accepted drinks while on the job
but this one was different. It would be her life for the next two weeks. There
were some escapes not worth putting on hold.
    The two buses squatted in the circular driveway outside the
lobby doors, their engines running. Impeccable in another suit, this one
windowpane check, Bucky stood frowning at his watch. He looked up and
impatience turned to annoyance.
    “We are about to leave, Miss Arrington. Where are your bags?”
    “What? I never got the email.”
    “It was sent earlier today after the band meeting with a
specific directive not to be late.” He sighed. “I can give you ten minutes but
no more.”
    Josie ran back to her room, stuffed her meager goods into
the duffel, double-checked for her equipment and scurried back down. How the
hell had she not gotten the email? She must have checked it a hundred times.
    “I hope this does not bode for the future,” he said sourly
as she heaved her bag and her half-starving body aboard. The bus doors closed
with a farting sigh.
    She nudged her way past a snoring Kraxis and nodded at
Varian, who looked up from the rib he was gnawing on and sneered. Bram was a
lean shadow in the dark recesses