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tour bus, join mile high club, fuck Scott, tie someone up, make love not fuck, fuck in front of the band, make a porn, anal, fuck Brandon during one of his concerts, fuck in a public bathroom, watch Brandon fuck a another girl, give a blowjob in a moving vehicle, reenact a porn, fuck the rest of Brandon's band, fall in love.
    “We’ve done some of these,” Brandon said as he read the list again. His dick was half-hard, hoping to make every fantasy come true for her. Even the one about her fucking Scott didn’t upset him too much. She really wanted to do it, and he could allow her to have him. That alone turned him on. “So, then that deal would make some of these real I guess.” He absently licked his lips, loving she had so many things she wanted to try.
    She leaned on him again. “Yeah, but if it bothers you, I can meet you there instead.” His jealousy was actually kind of cute in her eyes. He rarely showed that side of him to her. “I guess I can fly or something.”
    “No. I wanna be with you.” He knew the band would balk at him traveling separately. They normally used the first night on the road to get in the zone and catch up with one another. “As long as you can handle it, I can too.” At that moment, he would agree to anything to have her with him for a week. Making her fantasies come true was a bonus.
    She hid the triumph she felt about knocking a few off the list. “I’ll go along with it, but I get to spend most of the trip with you, right?”
    “Yeah, I’ve always wanted to have you in my bunk,” he admitted. “You do realize it’s meant for one. It’s gonna be a tight squeeze.”
    Her eyebrows rose. “We’ll just have to snuggle closer.” The idea of spending so much time with him, made her heart race. She had wanted to explore what they had and finally had the chance.
    She had been on their tour bus before, but they never stayed long. Anytime the band was in Florida, they came to visit. Brandon couldn’t wait to get off the bus as soon as they arrived. He told her he got claustrophobic after a while. She never pushed the issue, just smiled and took him back to her place.
    Brandon thought about their last visit to Florida. The whole band stayed with her for a week, along with select groupies. There was an air mattress in every room of her large apartment. With only one extra bedroom, the musicians fought over it each night. Jake won most of the battles, being stronger than the rest. The best part was having a bandmate standing in the doorway of her bedroom as they fucked a few times. He loved that.
    Sighing with the memory, he stood up. “I gotta call Jake again.” He walked away just out of earshot.
    The left side of Jake’s lip turned up as he answered, “She ready for my dick yet?”
    “Not everyone, just the band,” he told Jake, ignoring his arrogant question. “And you guys better have proof you’re clean, or you’re not laying a finger on her.”
    “Deal, man. Who gets her first?”
    Brandon exhaled loudly. “Scott. She likes him.”
    Once he had his phone back in his pocket, he got her ticket changed. They were not sitting together, but they were on the same flight. He wondered what kind of clothes she had packed, and if any of it was appropriate for the trip. If not, he would have to take her shopping. She rarely let him spoil her, but it would put a smile on her face.
    When he put a hand out to her so they could be on their way, she smiled. “Thanks for being there for me.”
    He smiled. “I always will be, Tink. You know you’re something special.”

Chapter Four
    Scott walked up to the building where Wicked End kept their equipment. None of them owned a house with a basement, so their best option had been a climate-controlled storage room. It was open 24 hours for businesses, so they could drop by anytime. With the state of the art security system and a round-the-clock staff, they never had to worry about a break-in.
    Scanning the parking lot, Scott saw