As promised, below is a little snippet from the new novel I am working on with my wonderful co-author, Angel Scott. This pervy little number is part of the Sweet Seductions Series which has a total of 5 books planned. Get ready for a hot rocking parody full of bad boy vampire musicians and a whole lot of perverted misadventures!
The Taming of Andy Savage
by Nicola C. Matthews
& Angel Scott
All Rights Reserved
The place was packed when Nicolette finally managed to get into the venue. She rarely arrived at these things early since her PRESS badge offered her all access to the bands. It took her a lot longer than anticipated to squeeze through the crowd and make her way to the side of the stage where a large security officer stood between her and the door leading to the backstage area.
Nicolette pointed to her badge as she brushed past him and through the door, not even waiting to see if he would try to stop her. The band opening for White Coffin were almost finished with their set, the fans jumping around and moshing in the pit as The Fearless rocked the place down.
How many years had it been since she had actually stayed for an entire concert? She had lost count, not really caring for the younger generation’s version of “rock” music.
White Coffin was different. These boys were relatively young when they were embraced, and aside from Andy, immortally speaking, they all were still very young, too young to really remember the greats from her era. But these boys not only knew about these bands, but they had grown up listening to them too, mimicking their skills and style until White Coffin was born out of a mixture of old-school hair bands and the pioneer rockers.
The boys were waiting backstage, Andy sitting on a storage case as they all waited for their turn to hit the stage. Nicolette eased up behind him, hoping the screaming crowd and rhythmic pounding of drums would hide her footsteps from his delicate vampire ears. With his back turned, she didn’t see the slow smile creep across his face as he caught the fragrance of her skin and perfume.
She placed her hands over his eyes as she whispered quietly in his ear, “Guess who?”
Andy wrapped his hands over hers as he turned around to stare at her. “Back already?”
She smiled at him as he kissed the back of her hand. “Of course. Where else would I be?”
He looked over Nicolette from the top of her messy up-do to the bottom of her Mary Jane clad feet. He nodded his approval. “Wow, look at you. Now that looks hot.”
Nicolette blushed underneath his intense gaze. She knew she looked good to be forty, but still, she was fucking forty and he would forever have the face of a twenty-year-old.
Andy suddenly pulled her toward him, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning in to kiss her deeply. She melted into him, feeling the passion already stirring inside of her as his tongue explored her mouth.
After a few moments he ended the kiss, pulling back to look into her flushed face. “Did you miss me already?” he asked with a chuckle.
“Maybe,” she purred in delight, her hands running down his chest and wrapping around his slim waist.
“Okay, fellows, it’s show time.”
She nearly groaned as their manager came through to usher them all toward the stage.
“See you out there, hottie!” Andy hollered at her, giving her a wink as he followed his band mates onto the stage.
She smiled back at him, following his manager out the side door and out into the front of the stage. The security guard made the young girls move who were lined up in along the fence in front of the stage, many of them giving Nicolette some seriously pissed-off looks as the guard picked her up and deposited her into the first row.
She looked up at the stage, feeling the familiar flutter of her heart as Jacob’s opening riffs echoed off the venue walls. The girls around her screamed as Andy entered the stage, his eyes quickly finding her and blowing her a kiss. The girl right next to her screamed like she had just been stabbed, yelling out, “I love you, Andy!” Nicolette couldn’t help it, she busted out laughing before blowing Andy a kiss. When Andy pretended to catch the “kiss” and touch it to his lips, the young girl beside her gave her the nastiest look. If looks could have killed, Nicolette would have dropped to the floor that very instant.
For the next hour Nicolette enjoyed one of the best sets she had seen in quite some time. She had been so caught up in the after-parties and screwing the bands for so many years she had forgotten just how fucking fabulous it was to just enjoy the damn show. She screamed during all of Jacob’s solo parts, squealed with delight when Ash ripped off his shirt, nearly fainted in ecstasy as Andy rolled around on the floor pretending to fuck an imaginary lover. Before she realized it, their ninety minute set was coming to an end.
“We have had one fang-fucking-tastic time here tonight, Effingburg!” Andy yelled into the mic, sending the crowd into a frenzy. “But before we go, we have one more song to play for you. This isn’t just any song, it’s one of our very first love songs, and coincidentally, this song goes out to a very special lady in the crowd here tonight.”
Andy’s announcement sent the women screaming so loud the sound drowned out the heavy beats of Christopher’s drums. Andy’s eyes scanned the crowd, making a show of searching someone out. When his gaze finally fell on Nicolette, he gave her a little wink. He then jumped off the stage, struggling to get through the sea of hands grabbing at his clothes. He made his way to where she was standing, presently grabbing the young girl right beside her, kissing her hard on the mouth.
He let the girl go, smiling as she started screaming like a woman gone mad. He winked at Nicolette once more before climbing back onto the stage. Seconds later the band launched into their final song for the evening.
As the last chords faded, and Andy wished everyone a good night, the security guard who had politely deposited Nicolette into the crowd yanked her back out, helping her onto the stage where Andy grabbed hold of her hand and rushed her backstage.
“You know you totally made that girl’s day, right?” she asked as Andy closed his dressing room door behind them. A second later he had her pushed up against the wall, his mouth finding hers in a hot, passionate kiss.
“Damn, did you miss me?” he asked a few minutes later when they finally stopped long enough to take a breath.
“Mmm, maybe,” she said, running her thumb over his full bottom lip.
He smiled at her, dipping his head to pop her thumb into his mouth, sucking on it gently for a brief second. She returned his grin, playfully swatting at his shoulder.
“So are you here on business or is this purely a pleasurable visit?” he asked.
“A little of both,” she said, giving him that sly, sexy little smile.
A slow, seductive grin spread across his face. “That sounds promising.”
“Yes, it can be, but first things are first. I actually am here on assignment. Do you think the rest of the band would be willing to answer a few questions?”
Andy stood perfectly still for a split second, reminding Nicolette he was a member of the undead. Then his beautiful smile was back on the too-young face. “Yeah, I think the guys are up to answering some questions. You gonna ask them the same types of questions you asked me?”
She eyed him for a second, not sure if he was serious or kidding or what. She shrugged. “Actually, yes, if they are up to giving my readers what they really want.”
Andy laughed. “Well this could get interesting. You do realize Ash is a total perv, right?”
Nicolette returned his laugh. “And you’re not?” she asked with a little wink. “Yeah, my readers know he’s the residential pervert and we all love him for it. I know he catches a lot of shit from fans for some of the pics he posts, but I think they are just jealous. Personally, I love his brand of perversion.”
He nodded his head. “Okay, but you can’t say I didn’t warn you. I”ll go get the guys, you make yourself comfortable.” He tilted his head toward a small fridge in the corner. “Help yourself to a cold beer if you want.”
She gave him a strange look. “Beer? Why the fuck you got beer in your fridge? You couldn’t get drunk off that shit if you had been starving for an entire year.”
Andy gave her a little wink. “Yeah, I may not can get drunk, but my groupies can.”
Nicolette snorted. “I should have known. Let me guess, it was all Ash’s idea?”
He grinned at her. “Actually, it was Jeremy’s. Ash’s idea was the full wet bar sitting over in the corner.”
She turned to look in the direction he was pointing, laughing out loud when she saw the little portable bar tucked into the opposite side of the room.
“Help yourself,” he said as he walked out the door.
For a second Nicolette wondered how wise it was to get drunk in a room full of very hot, very hungry, and most likely very horny vampires.
She decided she was willing to risk it.
She walked over to the small bar and quickly mixed together a Rock Tart, a sickly sweet concoction of coconut rum, pineapple juice, lime juice, and peach schnapps. She set her own drink aside and mixed together all the boys’ favorite drinks – a Deep Throat for Andy, a Screaming Orgasm for Ash, a Slippery Nipple for Christopher, Sex on the Beach for Jeremy, and a Tight Snatch for Jacob. Wow, they definitely were going to have a party tonight! Too bad she was the only one of them who could actually get drunk off of any of this shit.
Nicolette turned as Andy re-entered the small room. She gave him a smile as she offered him the drink she had just mixed. “Deep Throat?”
He grinned at her, feigning shock as he took the offered drink and wrapping his arms around her slim waist. “You mean right now, in front of the guys?”
Jacob walked in right behind him, his sensitive vampire ears picking up the entire conversation. “Hell, I wouldn’t mind watching that, so long as I get to join in.”
She laughed as Jacob walked past her and gave her a little wink, pointing to the drinks lined up on the little bar.
“Mmm, I figured Christopher would be the voyeur in the bunch. Maybe I should have poured you the Creamy Pussy instead of the Tight Snatch?”
“I believe I already had your Creamy Pussy,” Andy said, running his hand over her tight ass encased inside her skin-tight short-shorts.
“And I believe I already gave you a Deep Throat if memory serves,” she replied as he leaned in to kiss her.
Jacob nearly choked on his drink, wondering if they were going to start screwing right there on the floor. It wouldn’t be the first time that had happened.
Seconds later Christopher and Jeremy came in, their bassist rounding out their entourage.
Ash walked in, scanning the room with his big, brown eyes. He saw his band mate holding the much older, albeit very hot, older woman, looking like a damn pussy in love. He rolled his eyes, thinking to himself, ‘Fuck me, this can’t be good. Fans catch wind of this and there goes our career up in smoke faster than a doobie at Grateful Dead concert.’
“Hey, Andy, what we up to tonight?” he asked as he walked in, giving Andy his patented What the fuck? look.
“Ms. Vampskin had some questions for all of us. Thought it might be fun.”
Ash shrugged, taking his drink from the bar and tossing it back. “You sure that’s a good idea?” he asked, not really talking about the interview.
Andy turned to look at his bassist. He was acting weird, even for him. “Yeah, I’ve already done an interview for The Alternative Underground. The blog wants another article on the whole band this time.”
“I don’t know, man,” he said, looking at the couple who couldn’t seem to keep their hands off of each other. Thinking Andy had to be out of his damn mind, Ash finished his drink and went to walk out of the room.
Andy went after him, grabbing hold of his arm and yanking on it a bit too hard. “You can take five fucking minutes for this lady to do her damn job. I don’t get you sometimes, man. You live for this shit. Now sit your ass down on the couch and talk to her.” He gave Ash a quick little push, causing Ash to stumble backward toward the couch. His heel caught on the edge of the rug, sending him toppling over and practically into the lap of Nicolette, who had moved to sit on the couch.
“Maybe I should have made you a Royal Fucker instead,” she muttered as Ash straightened himself on the couch.
He ignored what she said. “So what stupid questions do you have for me?” he asked instead.
“How big is your dick?” she asked point-blank.
Christopher, Jacob, and Jeremy all turned from the bar to stare open-mouthed at the woman sitting on the couch with her long legs crossed and her small tits barely visible in her White Coffin shredded tee.
“Man, you get straight to the damn point, don’t you?” Jeremy asked.
Nicolette smiled at him. “Guys, my blog dares to ask the questions every reader wants the answers to but no one has the balls to ask. It’s why we have over six million subscribers and have helped to get some otherwise unnoticed bands into the media limelight.”
Christopher laughed as he poured himself another drink. “Lady, I like your style already.”
Jeremy nodded. “Me too,” he said as he moved back to the bar. He quickly mixed together his signature drink and walked over to the couch, handing the drink to Nicolette as he sat down beside her.
She took a sip, nearly choking on the strong drink. “Holy fuck, Jeremy, what the hell is this?” she asked.
He grinned at her. “My own concoction. I call it a Vampire Leg Spreader.”
“It tastes like lighter fluid!”
“Yes, that would be the imported bourbon,” he said, taking the drink from her and taking a sip and cringing. “Maybe it’s a bit strong.”
“I was wondering if it was meant to knock a vampire on her ass after the first glass,” she said with a laugh.
He laughed with her, handing her the drink he had fixed for himself. “See if this is more to your liking.”
Nicolette took the glass, tasting its contents. “Mmm, now that’s delicious,” she said. “What is it?”
“A Buttery Nipple,” Jeremy answered, his eyes twinkling as he leaned in close to whisper. “It tastes best when licked off the real thing.”
She eyed him over the rim of her glass, not really sure how she felt about this. She was almost relieved when Ash moved to the far side of the couch, allowing Andy to squeeze himself between her rounded hips and Ash.
Andy wiggled in his seat. “Move your skinny ass over a bit, Ash,” he said, bumping Ash’s hip with his own.
“Dude, your ass is like half the size of mine. You move over,” Ash replied.
“They always like this?” she asked Jeremy, taking another sip of her drink.
“Afraid so,” he replied. “Now, were you serious about what you asked Ash?”
Nicolette giggled. “Absolutely. I didn’t really get popular on the blog until I started telling my readers about the size of the band members’ dicks, if they were good in bed, who was the best kisser, who lost their virginity first.” She shrugged. “What can I say, my readers are total perves. I get to do what they all want to do, so I take full advantage of it.”
Jeremy finished his drink. “You know, Ms. Vampskin, you are one seriously hot, interesting lady. I see why your readers love you and why men are drawn to you. Let me get you another drink,” he said softly as he got up from the couch and walked back to the small bar. It only took him a few seconds before he was sitting back beside her, Andy and Ash still arguing over who’s ass was bigger.
He handed Nicolette the new drink. “This one is just a regular Lead Spreader. Don’t want you passing out before we answer all your questions,” he said, giving her a sly, sexy little smile.
She took the drink and looked over Jeremy, from the top of his long, layered black hair to the bottom of his biker boots. He was the only one of the whole band who looked like he ate like he should have when he was still human. His arms were twice as big as Andy’s, broader shouldered, and he filled out his black jeans really nicely. He had the type of big, brown eyes girls went mad over. It was true, he was seriously cute, but she felt more drawn to Andy.
Unfortunately, she didn’t know where she stood with the tall, lanky frontman. She really could do anything she wanted with anyone she wanted for the time being. Until Andy specifically asked her not to, she might as well enjoy the perks of meeting all these sexy-ass rockers.
She smiled back at Jeremy, giving him a little wink. “So … how big is it?”
That sly smile returned to his face. “Do you want to see it?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Nicolette tried not to look shocked. Damn, but these guys were straight forward. “Um, maybe,” she said slowly, not really sure how to take his offer. “Mostly my readers are interested in actual size, although they probably wouldn’t be opposed to photos if the blog would allow it,” she added with a nervous laugh. “So what are you, six inches? Seven? Bigger?”
Ash snorted. “His dick is barely five and half inches. If you’re looking for the biggest dick in the room, it’s right here,” he said as he grabbed his crotch.
Christopher, who had been quietly drinking his Slippery Nipple, suddenly let out a deep laugh. “Yeah, you got that shit right.”
“You fucking wish you had a dick as big as mine, asshole,” Ash said.
“You are both wrong, if anyone has the biggest dick in this band it’s me,” Jacob said, moving from the bar to flop into the chair beside Ash.
“Ah fuck you!” Christopher and Ash said together.
“You bitches all know I have the biggest dick around here,” Andy said.
The other guys protested. “What fucking ever, man,” Ash said, flipping Andy off with his right hand.
Andy suddenly stood up, his hands moving to unbutton his jeans. “Let’s settle this shit right now,” he said as he unzipped his pants and moved them down a bit.
“Dude, nobody wants to see that shit!” Jeremy said.
Nicolette held up her hand. “Actually, I’d like to see it.”
Not to be outdone, Ash stood up. “Fine, let’s do this, bitches. We’ll see who has the biggest dick,” he said as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.
Within a few seconds both Andy and Ash had their dicks out of their pants, staring down at their growing appendages as if they were magical unicorn horns.
“See, mine’s totally bigger,” Andy proclaimed.
“My ass it is,” Christopher said, standing up and whipping out his cock. “There, bitches, mine is totally bigger than you two limp dicks.”
“That’s only because it’s cold in here,” Ash said, bouncing around a little to get his blood flowing again.
“You’re a fucking vampire you dumbass, you don’t get cold,” Christopher said, shaking his head.
“Fine bitch, it’s because I haven’t eaten tonight.”
“What the fuck ever, you pussy,” Andy said, the three of them arguing over their dicks.
“We’re getting nowhere, “ Christopher finally said. “We can’t be in charge of deciding who has a bigger dick.”
“And who the fuck is going to be the judge then?” Ash asked.
Everyone in the room turned to look at Nicolette who had been watching this whole event with a mixture of amusement and lust.
“Um …” Nicolette paused. “I don’t really know how to respond to this,” she finally said.