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| KNIGHT WITHOUT THE ARMOUR by Ladymozzy You'd worked with loads of bands but The Manics were by far your favourite and certainly the easiest to please. You'd been in your job at The Arts Centre 12 years and they'd played on three of their tours at your venue. It was part of your job to make sure the talent was happy. You'd had some proper prima donnas recently so you were thrilled that the Manics were playing this charity gig in aid of a local hospice. Not only were they easy to look after, they always remembered you. James especially had caught your eye; he'd been really sweet the last time they were here. You got a call on your radio, to say the first tour bus had pulled up at the stage entrance. You went straight over to make sure everything was ok. It was a band called the HOOLigans. These guys were on the other end of the spectrum to the Manics. They were loud, obnoxious and demanding. The lead singer also thought he was a bit of a hit with the ladies. As they got of the bus, Buzz, the lead singer in question came over to you and tried to grope your breasts. "Don't touch what you can't afford Buzz", you'd yelled, swiping away his hands. "I hope you got the right sort of brandy this time, you dizzy bitch" he retorted as his band mates wrestled him into the changing room. You looked towards your colleague, Graham. "Why oh Why do those guys get booked to do these kind of gigs," you asked him despairingly. Graham shrugged his shoulders, "I think their manager just takes what he can get." Over the next hour, Buzz and his band of misfits sound checked. They were awful and to make matters worse, they kept demanding more microphones, more stage time and more alcohol. The next arrivals were a local band. They were easy enough to sort out. Their sound check was a little rough round the edges and they seemed to have their own groupies who all demanded more of everything. Last to arrive were the Manics and their crew. They were full of smiles and James even extended to a hug. Their sound check was the most professional yet, or so you were told. You'd had to go and sort out the other bands who had decided to sort out who was best by having a fight. The local bands drummer was going to need stitches to a head wound and was despatched to hospital. It was going to be a long night. You grabbed your mug and headed for the Manics dressing room. You knocked on the door and James answered. "Any chance of a cup of tea?" you asked, smiling cheekily. James smiled back, grabbing your mug and returning minutes later with it filled with steaming hot tea. You both took a seat on the sofa and chatted away. James was always so easy to talk to. Just as you were getting comfortable, your radio fizzed into action saying you were needed at the front desk. You got up to leave. "Are you going to this after party then?" James asked awkwardly. "Yeah, I'm kind of contractually obliged. Are you guys going?" "I'm going. It's not really Sean and Nick's kinda thing though. So, I'll see you there" Smiling at the prospect of a bit more time with James, you make you way to the front desk. Some how the gig passes of without major incident, despite lots of black eyes from the earlier brawl. The after party is in the Art Centre function suite. Once the last roadie is out, you make your way over. You do the rounds, making sure all the guests are ok. Once you've done this, you head to the bar to get a glass of wine. You walk off to find somewhere to sit when you bump into James. He looks gorgeous in his tight black shirt. He's still buzzing from the gig. "Are you still contractually obliged to be here, because I was wondering if you wanted to go somewhere else for a drink," he whispers in your ear, his hot breath on your ear sends a tingle down your spine. "Ok, well, I'll just tell someone I'm going and we'll slip out" You go find Graham and tell him you're going. On your way back to James, you bump into Buzz. He pulls you into the corridor and pushes you up against the wall. "C'mon baby, you can have me now," Buzz sneers. You struggle but he's too strong. He puts his hand over your mouth a starts to kiss your neck. You try and try to get free but the more you struggle, the more Buzz presses himself against you. "Put her down, NOW" You look across and see James staring furiously at Buzz who just looks at him. "Fuck off Bradfield, she's mine" Buzz continues to hold on to you as the tears roll down your face. "Buzz, fucking let her go, you're hurting her" "She loves it though, don't ya?" You try to scream, but it's muffled by Buzz's hand. "Do I have to make you let her go?" "Oh what are you going to do short arse, headbutt my kneecaps?" You look over at James. You see that murderous glint in his eye. James grabs Buzz who frees you from his grasp. You slump to the floor. Buzz pushes James. James replies by punching him in the face sending him crashing to the floor. He's hauled away by one of The Manics security guys. James kneels next to you. "Are you ok," "I'm fine, thank you for rescuing me," you say while standing up. "Do you want to come and get a drink in my hotel room." "Yeah, I'd like that," you say. You had never realised that a man defending your honour could be such turn on. You hold on to James who puts his arm around you. You put your head against his chest. All you can hear is James heart pounding. With the gig and seeing off Buzz, he must have so much adrenaline pumping round his body. When you get to James' room, it's pretty clear there's a chemistry between you. After all that's happened, James seems a bit reluctant to make the first move so you start by kissing him. Before you know it, James is taking your clothes of and you are removing his. Fast and furiously, James starts to f#8k you. Wave after wave of orgasm sweep over you and eventually him. Breathless, you lay next to him on the bed. James leans over to you and starts to kiss your breasts, waiting to start the whole experience again. <<< Ladymozzy's stories |