Two: Predictable

Chris Irvine – the lead singer of Fozzy – sat on his luxury bus with a beer in hand, still in his leather pants though he had long shed the vest. His dirty blonde hair had come undone from the half-up do he had put it in earlier, falling down to his jawline. He eyed the bottle, his mind currently on the woman he had spotted in the audience at the show tonight. She wasn't like the other half-dressed, big breasted bimbos he was used to, or the bright, unnatural colored hair women with the all black and brand spanking new t-shirts off the merch tables. A flowery dress… tan boots… totally out of sorts, out of place. It had been amusing for him and she had a hell of a voice on her.

Admittedly, if he hadn't already been focusing on her, he wouldn't have heard it, everything was already so loud but… he had. There was something about her, he couldn't put his finger on it, but Chris felt drawn to her the moment he hopped off that stage and held the microphone up to her mouth to sing. Her friend had to encourage her to do it, but the flowery dress girl did. His thoughts were interrupted when the bus door opened and his manager entered with two women following behind him and he slowly arched an eyebrow.

"I thought you might want some entertainment tonight, Chris, in the form of college girls" Bill chuckled, pulling the lever to close the bus doors behind him. "The red head is Maria, and she," He pointed to the very uncomfortable one. "is Samantha."

"Sam." Maria corrected though she was grinning broadly, her eyes taking everything in before landing on Chris. He was lounging, drinking, shirtless, delicious and she had to remind herself her man was no slouch. Mmm, no.

Sam was looking everywhere but at him, actually. A tour bus, it was pretty extravagant for a mobile home, which was basically what the inside of this bus looked like. A long, leather couch was built into one side, a narrow walkway in the center, and a narrow counter ran opposite the couch, a microwave and fridge built in. Discarded plates, bottles of alcohol empty and in various states of fullness lined the counter. There were open black curtains off towards the back and it was very easy to see the bed that took up the entire back behind those curtains. She was, admittedly, a bit curious about a bathroom.

She shifted to the side, out of the way, when Bill brushed past her and Maria, hearing him offering them drinks. "Water."

OhMahGawd… Maria could already tell Sam was going to embarrass them both. "Thanks." She took the whiskey she was offered, nudging Sam. "Don't be such a Debbie downer, sweets." Even the rocker was accepting the tumbler Bill was offering him. Peer pressure was about to become a thing.

"Yeah baby, take a load off and have a drink with me." Chris coaxed, getting to his feet and ignored the redhead for the moment, his attention on the girl in the flower dress. "Billy boy, get her a shot of whiskey too." He ordered, his gaze devouring her whole and draped an arm around her shoulders to pull her against his sweaty body. "Now – now, none of that, one drink won't kill you, Sammy." Grinning at her cocked brow, he clinked his glass against hers and waited for her to raise the glass to her lips. "Thatta girl…"

Sam let the liquid touch her lips and that was about it. Blue eyes widened when he actually put two fingers on the bottom of her glass and tipped, opening her mouth automatically so it didn't slosh down her chin and dress. She instantly began coughing as the whiskey burnt its way down her throat, flipping a giggling Maria off. That was disgusting.

The last time she had drank, it had been champagne, at a fancy dinner with Paul, his parents and hers, celebrating something related to him she was sure. She had gotten mildly tipsy. Paul hadn't found that amusing at all and lectured her all the way back to campus.

When she was done, there were tears in her eyes from coughing so hard, and she looked up into a grinning face, trying to shift. He was drenched in sweat, smelled like sweat, smoke and alcohol, with a hint of something that, her cheeks flushed, made her stomach flutter.

"First time drinker, eh?" Chris smirked, sliding his finger down her arm while she continued coughing. What exactly was she doing at his concert? Something told him she was looking for some fun. He'd been here before – an innocent woman, a college student, aching for some action and fun in her boring life, It was cliché, but… it was an amusing if not predictable song and dance.. "Samantha's a beautiful name." He slid a finger down her cheek. "I'm Chris. Chris Irvine."

Had he really introduced himself? "Samantha Meade," She could do that too, it was normal enough. Rock star here had one arm around her, and one hand busy getting familiar with her face, she had no idea what to make of that. It was too forward for one, and two, she was pretty sure she was nowhere near his league, or a groupie. Clearing her burning throat, she pulled away from him, or tried, winding up face first with his chest. Oh. My.

"Mmm now Sammy, you're about to unleash the animal inside me and I'm not sure if you can handle it." Chris purred, enjoying her face pressed against his muscular chest and slid his fingers through her hair, his free hand rubbing her back. "Such a naughty little minx you are." He pushed away from her, giving her some space to breathe and laughed, holding his now empty glass out for a refill his manager promptly provided. "What are you girls studying?"

He thought Sam was playing hard to get! Maria couldn't quit giggling, the idea hilarious. "Journalism." She volunteered, sipping her whiskey, eyes on him. He'd get bored of Sam soon enough, especially when he realized she wasn't playing anything, she was just that dumb.

"Social work." Sam said quietly when he glanced at her. Unleash the animal and naughty little minx, she had no idea what to make of that.

Chris gathered Maria wanted some attention, but he honestly didn't care for the redhead. She would jump on his dick, relationship or not, in two seconds flat. Simple fact – he didn't have a doubt in his mind he could have her if he wanted her. No, he wanted the innocent one, the one in flowers… how would she look completely naked covered in flower petals? That was a delicious image and he found himself growing hard in his leather pants. "Bill, why don't you introduce Maria to some of the others? I'd like a moment or two alone with Samantha." He turned away from them all, setting aside the glass and contemplated adjusting himself.

Bill, surprised by that request, lead Maria off the bus. "Come on, sweetheart. You want to meet the drummer?"

The door closed behind them and it was just him and Samantha, Chris finally turning to face her. "So, why did you come to my show tonight? You don't seem like the type that likes my kind of music. Though, you do have a beautiful voice."

"Thank you," Sam was a bit surprised, taken aback, by the compliment and offered him a hesitant smile before her eyebrows drew together. "Uh… your music is… nice, not really my type." She admitted. "I won tickets from the local radio station." And this concert had been the perfect excuse to blow date night. "I'm sure you're a busy man, I should…." He had turned towards where he had set his drink down, picking it up, and she had just noticed his leather clad ass. Wow. She needed a quarter. "…go."

"And why should you go? No, I think you should stay. In fact, I KNOW you should stay." Chris was over to her in a heartbeat, guiding her with his arm around her shoulders toward the couch and sat down, this time with her sideways in his lap. "Don't worry, baby, I'm not gonna hurt you. I just wanna chat, get to know you. So you won the tickets from the radio station, why did you call in to try to win them in the first place?"

Even if she wasn't a Fozzy fan or anything, Sam was not immune to the fact that she was sitting on a very sexy rock star's lap and shifted so she could look in his face properly. "Because I knew the answer and I wasn't aware of who was playing." Her eyes dropped to follow his hand to her bare knee, kind of wishing she had worn a long dress, or pants, and at the same time, felt flushed. This was definitely a break from her boring routine, not necessarily the best kind but an exciting kind for sure, her heart was starting to beat a bit too fast.

"What kinda woman calls a radio station to win tickets to a concert she don't know?" That was just weird, unless she had been planning on pawning them off. She didn't seem the type. He was going to go with his initial assessment of bored college girl looking for some fun. "You're searching for something, aren't you?" That got her attention, her dark blues widening slightly. Nailed it.

"No." Who didn't call in for free tickets? She had been kind of hoping for something she would like and then, then it was just a way of breaking up monotony.

His hand remained on her knee, but didn't go higher, as much as he wanted to, knowing they would get to that sooner or later. "You're so tense, but I also see the excitement in your eyes." He tested the waters, sliding his hand just a tad up her dress. "Interesting choice in attire for a rock concert."

Sam swallowed hard. "I didn't realize there was a dress code for rock concerts?" It shouldn't have been a question and she knew it, her hand dropping down to rest on top of his, squeezing a warning. "Look, I'm not, I'm not a um," She had seen Almost Famous, what was it that chick called the groupies? Band Aids! "I'm not… looking to-" His hand was large, warm and slowly but surely moving higher. "What are you doing?"