로그인The last show ended at 11:47.Jax walked off stage, grabbed both our chains at once, and pulled us straight onto the bus without talking to anyone. No encore photos. No label handshake. Just the three of us and the door locking behind him.Sable was still buzzing from the set. I was still buzzing from watching them from the side of the stage knowing I wasn’t leaving with the crowd.Jax dropped the chains only long enough to pull his sweat-soaked shirt off.“Four days off. Then the next run. You’re both on the manifest. Permanent. No guest list. No fake pass.”He tossed a spare set of bus keys onto the table.“Front door. Lounge. The storage under the bunks. You don’t ask to come back. You just come back.”Sable picked up her set. I picked up mine.That was the arrangement.No speech. No encore.Just keys.We didn’t make it to a hotel.Jax sat on the lounge bench and pulled Sable into his lap first, then me, so I was facing her, his cock already hard between us.“No orders tonight,” he
He left the lounge curtain open on purpose.Sable looked at me across the little table.“We’re not waiting tonight.”I didn’t argue.We walked in wearing the shirts we’d slept in and nothing else. Jax was on the bench with a notebook, scribbling something that was probably a bridge. He closed it when he saw us.Sable spoke first.“You said the games changed.”“I did.”“Then tonight we decide the order.”For a second I thought he’d shut it down. Instead he tossed the notebook on the floor.“Alright.”That one word made my stomach flip.Sable walked over, dropped to her knees between his legs, and looked up at him.“You don’t move unless we tell you to.”Jax’s throat moved.“Yes.”It was the first time he’d ever given that word to either of us.Sable unzipped him and took him into her mouth like she’d been thinking about it all day. I came up behind her, pulled her shirt off, then mine, and kissed the back of her neck while she worked him.Jax’s hands stayed on the edge of the bench. He
He waited until the extra security was posted and my old phone was in pieces in a venue dumpster.Then he sat us down in the back lounge like he was about to end a tour early.Two envelopes sat on the little table. One had my name.Jax looked at me first.“There’s a ticket home in that envelope. And enough money that you never have to sneak into another show. You walk off this bus today, no one comes after you. The video stays buried. Ren stays gone.”My throat went tight.He didn’t give Sable an envelope.He just looked at her.“You already had an out the first year. This one’s only for her.”Sable didn’t blink.I didn’t touch the envelope.Jax leaned back against the wall.“Someone tried to use your past to pull you out of here. That’s going to keep happening if you stay. I can keep you on this bus and I will burn down whoever tries again. Or I can let you go while you still have a life that isn’t hotel carpets and matching chains.”The word *life* landed wrong.Sable spoke first.“
The video hit my old phone at 10:14 a.m.I only still had the thing because I hadn’t thrown it away yet. One message from a number I used to know.You looked better in my bed. Wait until the blogs see this.Attached was a clip from three years ago. Me. An ex who liked to film things I didn’t know he was filming. Grainy. Ugly. Enough to ruin a girl who had just started standing at the side of the stage with two people who actually wanted her there.I didn’t get to delete it.Sable saw my face, took the phone, watched ten seconds, and walked it straight to Jax.He watched the whole thing without speaking.Then he handed the phone to one of the crew and said, “Find him. Today.”Ren showed up at sound check like he’d been invited.He leaned in the doorway of the green room with that same pretty smile.“Heard your new girl has a past. Shame if the wrong account posted it right before you go on.”Sable moved first.She didn’t raise her voice. She just stepped in front of me, close enough th
He didn’t let us take the chains off when we got back on the bus.The lounge door shut and Jax’s hand was already under my dress, two fingers pushing into me like the green room hadn’t been enough.“Both of you. Clothes off. Chains stay on.”We stripped.Sable’s pick charm caught the little overhead light. Mine felt tighter than it had at the party.Jax pulled his shirt off and looked at us like he was done pretending this had an end date.“Ren looked at you like he was auditioning for my spot,” he said to me. Then he looked at Sable. “And he looked at you like he remembered the year before I showed up.”Sable’s jaw flexed. She didn’t deny it.Jax stepped closer.“I’ve been coming on you. Or in your mouths. Or pulling out when I felt like being careful. That stops tonight.”The air left my lungs.“You’re both on birth control. Sable has been for years. I had yours checked the second night. Convenient. But I don’t care about convenient anymore.”He pointed at the bench.“On your backs.
He told us after sound check.“After-party tonight. Label people. Other bands. You’re both coming.”Sable didn’t look surprised. I did.Jax dropped two thin black chains on the makeup table. Each one had a tiny silver pick charm.“You wear these. You don’t take them off. If anyone asks, they’re merch. If anyone looks at either of you too long, you look at me.”Sable put hers on first. I put mine on second. The chain sat cold against my throat.The after-party was in a warehouse the label had rented. Too many people. Too much smoke. A guy from the opening band — tall, pretty, the kind of pretty that knew it — stared at my chain a second too long.“New addition?” he asked Jax, smiling like they were friends.Jax’s hand settled on the back of my neck.“She’s with us.”The guy’s eyes flicked to Sable, then back to me.“She share as well as she looks?”Sable’s drink paused halfway to her mouth.Jax’s thumb brushed the side of my throat, right over the chain.“She shares when I say. That’s
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