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a person grabs my ankle and then
pulls back the red privacy curtains. It’s Mr. Drummer. With his
brown hair and chocolate brown eyes and who would have guessed he’s
naked as a fucking jaybird.
    “Hey bunk mate.” He winks.
    Man, could my night get any worse?
    “Hi, D can I go to sleep now?” I try to tug
my ankle out of his grasps. It doesn’t work
    “Why don’t you sleep down here with me? I can
keep you extra comfy.” He pats his free hand on his mattress. I
stare at his face. But his cock is hanging out and it hard and it’s
rather big. Well not that I’ve seen many to compare it too. Only
two naked in my entire life. His makes three.
    “No D I think I will sleep in my own bed. But
thanks for the offer.” I lie because I am tired of the night’s
drama and because if he lets me go I can go to sleep. I am suddenly
beyond exhausted. He still won’t let up.
    “So I hear you punched the big man
tonight.”
    “Yep, now let me go.” I try to tug away again
and his grip tightens. Man, I am starting not to like this asshole.
Are all the men in the band womanizers?
    “That’s really hot. You know sticking up for
yourself and punching him. It makes me hard just thinking about
it.” He winks rather disgustingly and fists his cock with his free
hand.
    “That’s really great D but I want to go to
sleep. Stroke yourself and go to bed too okay. I’m sure we have
lots of things to do tomorrow.” I say nicely, staring at the
ceiling. I can’t look down at him. It is just gross. I could scream
or make a scene but I don’t want to wake the rest of the men up. I
will just have to deal with the perv alone.
    “I’d like to do you tomorrow. You’re feisty
and hot. Why don’t you come down here and let me show you what I
can do with my cock.”
    “I’d rather not.”
    The bedroom door beside me slams open and I
turn my head and find myself staring at Johnathan again and he’s
still in his boxers and headed towards the bathroom. I don’t say a
word to him. He enters the bathroom and a second later sticks his
head out.
    “What’s going on here D?” he chastises his
band mate, peering down at his grasp on my ankle.
    “Nothing. Just about to go to sleep.” Duncan
answers quickly.
    Yup, he’s guilty. We all know it.
    Johnathan steps out of the bathroom and walks
towards us. D still won’t let go of my ankle. It’s like he’s glued
to me.
    “Yeah right D.” he scolds again.
    “Is he trying to get you into bed?” he asks
me. I don’t say a word. I don’t need more shit tonight, especially
from him.
    “See we’re fine here aren’t we sweetie?” D
says his tone is fogged with lust.
    “Her name is Emily” he shoots him a wicked
glance.
    “And is everything alright here short stack?”
he asks kindly, looking at my face, his eyes are soft and it’s like
I am seeing a totally different person. But I freeze and bite my
lower lip. Confused on what to do.
    “Listen short stack I promise not to be a
dick. Just tell me if everything is okay.” He adds. I look down at
D and back up at Johnathan.
    “I want to go to bed, that’s all I want to
do.” I mutter.
    “Will D let you go to bed?” he asks me and I
shake my head.
    “Listen up fucker. She’s an employee now so
you let her leg go and find a different women to fuck. She’s not
going to suck you off or let you between her legs. She’s obviously
not like that. So you leave her alone or I will be sleeping in bed
next to you until this entire tour is over. Kapish?” he spits out.
It’s harsh but not rude. I am just glad I didn’t have to make a
scene and he saved me. The misogynist actually helped me. Talk
about a brain fuck.
    “Fine.” Duncan mutters out of clinched teeth
and throws the curtains back over for privacy.
    “Thanks.” I say and without thinking reach
over and touch his arm to show my appreciation. He flinches and
steps back like I just burned him.
    “Yep, gotta go take a piss. Night Em.” He
says and turns and dashes back