Rock Her (2 page)

Jack stood and turned to her. His jaw dropped at her beauty,
and the fact that her nipples were giving Kip’s T-shirt some new wear points.
Then he gathered his wits. “Hey, the biographer is up and about!” he said.

“Calm down, Jacky,” Kip said. “She doesn’t do Rockers.”

Jack looked deflated. He glanced at Kip and back to Annie, who
was heading back into the bedroom. “Hell, I’m no rocker. I just play drums. I
am respectable, not like this degenerate here.” He pointed to Kip.

Annie laughed from somewhere in the bedroom, out of sight.
“You’re in a rock band. That gets you on the ‘no’ list.”

Jack turned to Kip, who looked amused on the couch. “She has a
list,” Jack whispered and he shrugged. Kip shrugged back.

“And you’re on it, Jacky,” Kip said. “That’s something.”

“But it’s the wrong list,” he said, smiling. “It’s the exact
opposite list of the one I want to be on.”

“Well, it gives you a starting point, right?” Kip said with a
laugh.

“Actually, no,” Annie said from the bedroom. “It’s the opposite
of a starting point. He has to work backwards from the no list until he gets to
zero. Then he has to work his way up the yes list. I am afraid it doesn’t look
good for… who are you again?” she finished as she walked from the room, dressed
but barefoot. She headed to her shoes which were exactly where she left them
when she kicked them off last night.

“Oh, Sorry,” Kip said. “Annie, this is Jack
Treme
.
We usually keep him caged behind the drums on stage and rarely let him out and about
when we’re not doing a show. His claims of being respectable are, well, way
off.”

Annie gave him a quick smile as she sat on the couch and
reached for her shoes.

“Jacky, this is Annie Beecher. She’s going to be my biographer,
like I said.”
Only my biographer,
apparently,
he thought.

“Annie the biographer, Let me ask you something. Do you know
how hard it is to get this guy to do any talking about himself?” Jack asked.

“I’ve noticed, yes,” Annie replied, grinning.

“So, do you have a plan?” Jack asked.

“A plan?”

“To get him to talk. I’ve known this guy for four years now,
and all I really know about him is that he can sing, and make his guitar speak
better than me,” Jack said.

“Well, that doesn’t take much, Jacky,” Kip said.

“No, I really mean it, Annie,” Jack said. “He’s a hell of a
guy, really. But he doesn’t talk about himself. You’ve got your work cut out
for you, I can tell you that.”

“Yeah, I figured that out last night. I guess I am going to
have to work some of my Annie charm on him,” Annie said, smiling a knowing
smile at Kip.

“You heard that?” Kip asked, embarrassed.

Annie shrugged. “I am a good listener. It makes me good at what
I do,” she said.

“Ah,” Kip said.

Jack looked between the two of them. Then, “Hey really, how’s
about you come along with us to the Steel Rain night club tonight?” Jack said.

Annie shook her head.

 
“Aw, come on. How are
you going to write Kip’s life story if you don’t follow him wherever he goes?
And Kip at the club is a huge part of his life, believe me.”

Annie was reaching for her other shoe and she paused. She
looked up at Jack and then at Kip.

“Actually, you’re right, Jack the drummer.” She said, then
picked up her shoe and slipped it on her foot, wincing as she did. “But I am
still afraid I have to pass for tonight. I have another appointment, I am
afraid.” She looked at Kip. “Sorry, Kip. I know I should spend all of my time
with you working on this book, but I could not get out of this meeting.”

Damn
, kip thought.
“No problem,” he said.

“But,” Annie continued, “My meeting is not far from the Steel
Rain nightclub. Maybe when my meeting is over I can come find you there?”

“Actually, I haven’t even…” Kip started.

“That will do just fine, Annie. Looking forward to seeing you
there,” Jack cut in.

Kip gave Jack a sideways look.

“Annie, I haven’t agreed to go to the club. I hadn’t planned on
it,” Kip tried to finish.

“He’ll be there,” Jack said as he slammed the half empty bottle
of Crown Royal down on the coffee table and walked around to escort Annie out.
“Won’t you Kip?”

“Jacky…” Kip said.

“Won’t you Kip?” Jack said again.

Kip shrugged and took a drink from his glass. “I’ll go if Annie
does,” he finally said.

“Great!” Jack exclaimed. “What time can he expect you, Annie?”

Annie could see that Kip really wasn’t interested in going to
the club, but she felt like now they were both committed. “Well, I’m not sure
when I’ll finish up, but I will come over after that.”

“Great!” Jack exclaimed again. “Listen, I’ll leave word with
the doorman that you’re coming. Just give him your name. I’ll have him escort
you to us. That work?”

Annie gave another look at Kip, who was smiling at them both.
Kip shrugged and nodded toward Jack.

Annie smiled back. “Yeah, sure, that’ll work.”

Jack walked her to the door. Just as she was about to walk
through it she turned back to Kip.

“Oh, Damn, I almost forgot my notebook!” She rushed back into
the room and over to the coffee table. She picked it up and smiled at Kip. “I
have a habit of forgetting this damn thing,” she said.

Great! Maybe you could
forget one of your rules
, Kip thought.

“See you tonight then, Annie,” Kip said from the couch.

Jack smiled at her as she crossed in front of him toward the
empty hallway. Then he closed the door behind her.

“Whoa!” Jack said to Kip when the door was shut.

“No shit,” Kip replied, smiling. Then he picked up the bottle
of Crown and poured another glass.

“You going to fuck her Kip my man?”

“I wish! She says she doesn’t date rockers.”

“It’s fucking! You don’t have to date her.”

“True, but it would be nice to find a down to earth kind of gal
that I could settle down with. I’m getting sick of these obsessive fan girls.”

“Are you listening to yourself? You’re fucking crazy to be
willing to pass on all the fresh pussy out there.”

“I guess man.”

Kip sat low in the giant leather chair looking out over the
club from the VIP balcony. The dance floor below writhed with bodies and the
beat of the sound system thumped in his chest and ears. It wasn’t rock, and he
could not get into it. He was bored. He started to wish he hadn’t come, but
then he looked at his Rolex watch and
 
glanced to the door, hoping to see Annie come through it. She didn’t.

He was just about to give up and leave when suddenly below he
saw Jack and Joey Lock dragging two women through the crowd toward the stage.
Pete Stabbs followed behind with both hands full of bottles. Kip could not make
out what brand of alcohol it was from his vantage point.

They reached the riser and lifted both of the girls onto it,
and Kip saw Jack asking the DJ to stop the music. The DJ kept shaking his head
at him.
 

What are these clowns up
to now
? Kip thought to himself.

After minutes of failed negotiating with the DJ, and a
considerable audience taking notice and gathering around the two embarrassed
girls standing before them, Jack threw his hip into the DJ console, causing a
deafening hum throughout the club. But the music continued. Then Lock reached
around behind the DJ and yanked on some wires, sending the building into
relative silence. Kip stood up, ready to get involved if any trouble started.

The DJ rushed at Lock, but Stabbs was there quickly, blocking
the squirrely guy with his considerable size. Then Jack grabbed the microphone
and blew into it.

“Is this thing still on? Am I making any noise?” he asked the crowd.
A few shouts from the thickening audience told him he was heard.

“Good!” he said. “Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to
introduce to you my two new friends, Becky and, and, I’m sorry, what was your
name again, honey?” he asked the brunette girl, holding the
mic
to her face.

“Becky, too,” the brunette said.

“Becky and Becky,” Jack yelled into the
mic.
“Uh, twins. With, uh, twins of their own,” he gestured to their perfectly
formed tits. They giggled and the crowd cheered.

“Becky and Becky have agreed to do anything I say if I’ll just
buy them a drink,” Jack said.

The crowd roared this time.

Oh, that was unwise
,
Kip said to himself from up on the balcony.

“So, in honor of our great fans who honored us in the extreme
while we toured the country this last year, Lock and Stabbs and I have decided
to let the crowd decide what it is Becky and Becky will do for us!” Cheers from
the audience drowned out the last few words of Jack’s speech.

The DJ had finally given up protesting the interruption and
went to work getting his sound system live again.

The crowd was so loud that Kip could not hear what was being
called out down below. Jack would point into the crowd and say things like,
“Good one,” and “Excellent, what else?” and “Umm, I think that would get Becky
and Becky arrested, what else?”

Then Jack said, “Alright, alright, we’ll settle for that. Quiet
down, everyone. You heard them girls. Take it off!” The crowd screamed again.

Becky and Becky looked at one another and smiled. Then slowly
they started to pull up their tops.

“No, wait, hold it, hold it,” Jack said into the
mic
again. “I think Becky should take Becky’s off, and
Becky should take Becky’s off. What do you say?” he turned back to the
audience.

The crowd erupted again in applause and cheers.

Becky and Becky shrugged and then they started to undress one
another. In no time they were both bare chested and in nothing but their
panties. They posed and shimmied for the cheering masses, all smiles.

“Oh, hell no!” Jack screamed into the
mic.
“No way, you’re not through yet, ladies!” The audience cheered yet again.

“The man said naked. You ain’t naked!” Jack finished.

Oh hell, Jacky, I am
going to have to buy this place now
, Kip thought.

Becky and Becky shook their hips and then they pulled down
their panties and kicked them off, they flew out into the ecstatic crowd and
were never seen again by the two Becky’s.

Both the girls turned around and shook their perfect asses at
their captive audience while Stabbs poured alcohol down their mouths and down
their chests. Their skin glittered under the hot lights of the night club.

“Woo
hoo
! Drink up girls, you’ve
earned it!” Jack yelled into the
mic
, and the crowd
roared with delight. Jack knew how to work an audience. That was a fact.

Lock went around the riser and picked up the two Becky’s
clothes scattered around it, and then he disappeared.

When the two girls were done drinking they kissed each other
and stroked one another’s tits. The night club went into extreme mob mode. Guys
were trying to climb up on the riser and Stabbs was there to shove them back
onto the floor.

Then security forced their way the front and gestured for the
girls to get down.

Kip thought,
Here we go…

He watched from the second floor as the two girls looked around
for their clothes and could not find them. The security crew became more
insistent that they get down. Finally, Jack and Stabbs helped them down and
escorted them up to the balcony, security following them half way. The DJ
repaired the damage that Lock had done and the beat started again. The crowd
dispersed and the floor looked once again like a distorted live painting.

Moments later the two Becky’s were standing behind Kip, along
with Jack, Stabbs and Lock. Kip turned around to find the two girls still just
as naked as they day they were born.
Now
the party begins, right Kip?

“
Heya
, Kip!” Jack yelled over the
music. “I’d like you to meet Becky and Becky.”

The two giggled, they were already tipsy from the alcohol Lock
had poured down their throats.

“I feel like I already k now them, Jack!” Kip said, holding out
his hand to shake the girls’ hands. “I like their outfits.” He followed.

“It’s the latest style, Au natural,” Lock said.

“It really works on them, doesn’t it?” Stabbs added.

“They lost their clothes,” Lock said, winking at Kip. “I told
them they could sit up here until we found them.”

Kip waved his arm to the chair and sofa, “Ladies, please, have
a seat.” His eyes dropped to their shaved mounds sparkling with sweat as they
smiled at him.

Blonde Becky started to sit in the chair, and immediately Lock
was there before her, sitting down. She sat in his lap.

Brunette Becky took a spot on the couch, and Stabbs and Jack
sat on each side of her, both throwing their arms around her.

Kip looked at his watch again. The Rolex said eleven. He’d seen
no sign of Annie, so he decided to get away from the bad music and too loud
crowd.

“Listen,” Kip said, “I am going out for some air.”

“What? And leave Becky and Becky?” Jack asked.

“It looks like Becky and Becky have more company than they need
right now. I am sure they’ll be fine.”

Brunette Becky chimed in. “How do you know how much company we
need?” she batted her glittered eyelashes at Kip and smiled.
Pretty soon, you’re going to have more than
glitter in those lashes, sweetheart
.

Kip smiled at her. “Sweetie, if you need more company than
these three, I am sure Stabbs can arrange something. He’s our go to guy. He
always comes through.”

“Well, tell Stabbs we need our clothes,” Blonde Becky said,
laughing.

“Ah, no you don’t darling,” Stabbs said. Kip laughed.