Chapter 2

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"Hey great show," Stacy Kiebler called as I headed towards my limo.

I vaguely smiled and nodded a little. One thing about shows, even if it's just a few songs, it drains me. I give everything I have to a crowd. I suppose I do that with just about everything and everyone. I can't help it, I'm too giving sometimes.

Now I should have known she'd be back. Let's face it, who wouldn't want more of me? So here she stood, leaning against the stretch limo Vince was so nice enough to provide. The sight of her and the memory of that hot tight cunt started to get me hard again. I smiled and tried hurriedly to remember her name.

"Hey..." I faded, trying to act shy; Girls fall so easily for that shy, quiet shit.

She smiled brightly, told ya that shit works. "Hey Fred. So are you going back to your hotel?"

Heh, yeah you wanna join? Sorry, just a reaction thought. "Yeah I figured I would," I answered quietly, gotta keep my act.

"Well, a bunch of us are gonna hit the bars around here. How about you come with us. Your boys came come to." She nodded over at the rest of the band, a fake smile flashing across her face.

"Na I think they're good" Well I tried to keep Wes and DJ from coming.

"Yeah sure!" the two dipshits sounded in unison.

I silently cursed to myself and threw an annoyed look back at Wes, he knew better than to pull this shit for a little pussy. I cleared my throat and looked back at the redhead.

"Yo, Ames you ready?" I heard someone scream. Ha! That was her name: Amy! I knew if I heard it I'd remember it. I didn't expect to turn around to such a fine body though. Dark shoulder length hair, dark coffee eyes and that body. Shit I was hooked already. Fuck this entire company was hot.

"Hey I'm Fred." Okay maybe a I was a little too eager but at least my tongue wasn't hanging out.

"Yeah I know who ya are. I listen to your music from time to time." Well now that's an interesting way of putting it. I know Limp Bizkit isn't always a fan favorite but "time to time?" What the fuck is that?

"Ready to go Amy?" he asked again.

She looked between us, her hazel eyes flecked with bronze, and then smiled at me. "Yeah I'm pretty sure we are ready."

"We?" he grumbled with a raised eyebrow. Okay I was starting to change my opinion now. Something in that tone was not to my liking and if it continued I was gonna get really fucking pissed.

"Man, do you have a problem with me?" Okay couldn't keep my mouth shut. Yeah Matt Hardy was definitely fuckable but I had my choice of many others without the fuckin' attitude he was pulling.

He studied me carefully, no doubt trying to figure me out. That wouldn't work. I'm good at fucking with people's minds, maybe a little too good at times. So I glared back. Yeah I can be an asshole outside the bedroom too, I just don't suggest anyone experience it.

"Naw," Matt backed down. Hm, a little on the submissive side, or did he just have a mouth that he couldn't or wouldn't back up? didn't really matter though, he dropped his attitude and smiled. Nice smile, I might add.

I'd settle for Amy right now maybe work on Matt when I had a little time or burst of energy that I wanted to exert.

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God bless liquor! I love how it loosens other people up and maybe myself a bit as well. We were joined by Matt's little brother Jeff, cute but very sneaky. I saw him snaking a feel at Amy's chest every chance he got; tickling her, interesting dance moves and a few "stumbles" that conveniently landed him into her body. I don't blame the man, she's more than worth a little playtime but a real man just sucks it up and full out fucks her, not this touchy-feely shit he was pulling.

Didn't really matter to me though. She was a fuck, at first a one-time quickie but I might be persuaded to fuck her again but only if I got my way which I generally do. No one's dumb enough to say no to Fred Durst. No woman anyway.

I'd been watching Matt most of the night. He could hold his liquor if he wanted to but apparently tonight he was trying to forget something. I wasn't sure what yet but by the third shot of bourbon I figure it must have been something pretty shitty.

Feeling I'd stewed in my brooding state long enough, forgiven him for the nasty attitude of earlier, I sat down next to him at the bar. I signaled for a shot of scotch and turned to look at him.

"So what's your deal?" I asked curiously.

"'Scuse me," he slurred back, obviously two shots away from having more alcohol than blood in his veins.

"Well, you're trying to forget something. So what are you trying to forget?" I pressed. don't ask why but liquor on someone's breath is just really fucking arousing, I had to force my mind onto other objects before I had a raging hard-on.

"It's nothing. I'm outta here," he grumbled before throwing a twenty on the bar and stumbling away.

I looked out and that little fox was still grinding with the younger Hardy and chuckled a bit. She could really move those hips. Fuck, I still had Matt on my mind though. Seeing him fall flat on his face didn't help very much.

Okay I have a nice side, I'll help the boy back to his hotel and I'll try not to hit on him while doing it. Pfft, like that'll really happen.

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