Since the last chapter was kind of short I decided to post today. ENJOY!

Chapter 20

Assignations

Tommy was busy flirting with one of the groupies after the show, when Portia came up to him and spoke into his ear soft and low. She wanted him to meet her back at the hotel room as soon as he was done there so they could spend some much needed time together. He nodded and smiled at her, knowing he had no choice but to agree. She gave leaned over and they shared a lingering kiss before she left. As soon as he was sure Portia was gone, he headed back to the hotel too, knowing she wouldn't be expecting him for a couple of hours. It might be the only opportunity to see how Jude was holding up.

And Brandy Was Her Flavor

He slipped into her room expecting to find her watching T.V. Or working on a song, all he found was emptiness. He figured SME must have taken her somewhere to take her mind off of things. He sat down on the couch and clicked on the television to wait.

One hour passed and no sign of Jude. Then two and she still wasn't back. He kept telling himself 10 more minutes and he would go back to his own room to see Portia. It was almost 1:30 in the morning when he heard the key card in the door. Tommy stood up quickly and went over to open it to see Kyle and Wally on either side of Jude holding her up. She gave him a glassy eyed smile and at the glare Tommy directed at the boys, they let her go leaving Tommy to catch her before she wound up on the carpet. She clung to him and he could smell the alcohol permeating off her skin. Before Tommy could ask Kyle or Wally anything they had scurried off, knowing better than to answer anything Tommy wanted to know.

"Tommy..." She said happily as her arms stayed wrapped around his neck. He half dragged her, half carried her into the room and dropped her onto the bed, sitting down beside her. He had never seen her quite this drunk before and he didn't normally find drunk girls all that attractive, but this was Jude and she was cute.

"Jude why is your lipstick all smudged?" He asked noticing the smears against her ivory skin. Had someone been hitting on her?

"Brrrrannndy..." She mumbled as her lips found his neck. He pulled her back and looked at her.

"You were drinking brandy?" He hadn't known she liked hard alcohol.

"No.. silly...kissed Brandy...Kyle was rigghtt..." He raised his eyebrows in shock. Wait! What?!

"Where exactly did SME take you tonight?"

"Diivaa's.." She named a well known gentleman's club.

"They took you to a strip club?!"

"Thought they'd be skanky, but... they were nice..." She gave a very un-Jude like giggle. Tommy didn't know whether to laugh or find SME and kill them. Then the idea of Jude kissing another girl hit and his blood rushed South.

"How'd you wind up kissing 'Brandy' then?" He asked, voice a little rough.

"Kyle shaid...girls had shofter lips than guys...and I said no way! Your lipsh are so shoft..." Her eyes riveted on his full lips. "Annnywayyyy...We were taking body shots off Brandy and I...asked if I could kish her..." Tommy's half arousal, suddenly sprung to full attention. He groaned as her hand found his inner thigh. "Can I tell you a secret?" He nodded. "Watching them dance made me... horny..." She admitted in a low whisper. Her lips were suddenly nuzzling his neck and he thought he would come right then! He took her hand off his thigh and pushed her onto the pillows. He was not going to do this. He was not going to have sex with Jude when there was no way she would remember it in the morning. Not that he had never done it with drunk girls before, but this was Jude. She made it difficult to concentrate though as he took her shoes off, and unbuttoned her jeans to pull them down her legs. She had on a lacy blue thong that made his mouth water. Okay maybe he could just touch her a little...

"Tommy...?" She whispered, and he moved beside her. "I don't feel so good..." She pouted. He sighed, knowing he must really love her and pulled her off the bed, supporting most of her weight because she couldn't seem to stand, and took her into the bathroom. She sank down beside the toilet and soon the contents of her stomach hit the white porcelain as he held her hair back. He tried not to look or breathe as she finally finished and he flushed the toilet as she sat back. He stood her up and handed her some mouthwash. He had to thank God for small miracles as she was apparently now sober enough not to drink it and instead swished it around before spitting it out. He wiped her mouth with a damp wash cloth and sat her back down, knowing this was not over yet, having quite a bit of experience in this area. After one more round she put her head in his lap as he sat back against the wall. He stroked her hair away from her sweaty neck, as she closed her eyes. Somehow they fell asleep that way.

Jude woke up groggily, head pounding. She was wrapped around Tommy, in a weird pretzel position, on a tile floor. It took her a full minute to realize they were in the bathroom. As she remembered the club, she wondered how Tommy had wound up here. He was supposed to spend time with Portia last night, which was one of the reasons SME had demanded she go out with them. Jude reached for Tommy's wrist and looked at the luxury watch on it, wanting to snort. It figured he would buy something that probably cost more than her car. Her eyes widened at the time though. It was 6:30 in the morning and she assumed Tommy had been with her all night. Her head pounded harder and she winced. She shook his shoulder hard and he opened his eyes disoriented for a second. He unbent himself from Jude and she fell onto the cold tile.

"Tommy it's 6:30..." She couldn't speak above a whisper, her mouth was so dry. He sat right up and ran his fingers through his hair. Portia was going to kill him! He looked over at Jude and his eyes softened. She looked exactly like she had been doing what she had last night. He stood up and filled a glass of water from the sink, grabbed some ibuprofen from her toiletry bag and handed both to her. She swallowed the pills and drank half the glass before handing it back to him. He pulled her up and they made their way back to the bedroom.

"How...How did you wind up here?" She asked confused as they sat down on the bed.

"I was waiting for you..."

"But what about Portia?" He sighed.

"I came back here early and wanted to make sure you were okay, but you weren't here."

"Oh..." Jude tried to remember last night, but only brief images flashed through her mind, including one of a pretty girl with short blond hair.

"I should really get going. I never made it back to the room."

"Tommy!"

"I know..." He kissed her softly and got up to leave. "Oh and next time I see you I want details about Brandy." He grinned and winked at her before shutting the door behind him. Who was Brandy? Jude wondered as she fell back onto the pillows.

Forgotten

Tommy entered the room quietly, trying not to wake his wife. He saw the table still laden with covered plates and a bottle of champagne left in now melted ice in the bucket. He knew he had really screwed up this time as his eyes fell on Portia curled on the couch, wrapped in only a satin robe. He took the comforter off the bed and knelt to put it on her. Her red swollen eyes opened then to meet his.

"Tommy...?" She asked in a soft husky voice.

"Hey..."

"I...I thought something happened to you." Her eyes filled with tears and he found himself holding her as she sobbed into his chest. No matter what, he did care about Portia, and he hated that he had hurt her like this.

"Shh...I'm fine...J.P. Had too much to drink and I took him back to his room. I was tired. I must have crashed on his couch. I'm sorry I worried you" Portia didn't know if she believed him. It wasn't the first time he had made promises he hadn't kept.

"Don't ever leave me..." She begged and he brushed his hand along her tear stained cheek.

"Of course I won't..." He said willing to say almost anything to get her tears to stop even if he didn't mean the things he said. He held her for a longtime as she started to calm down, charming her with his words. He promised he would spend the next free day with her doing anything she wanted.

Damage Control

He looked at the tabloids gracing his desk and frowned as the anger started to rise. One tabloid had a picture of Chaz and Jude sitting intimately next to each, with his jacket around her shoulders. That wasn't really important however, compared to the one with Chaz, Tommy and Portia in it. He grabbed the paper in his hands and crumpled it into a ball throwing it across the room. He would have to fix this before the tour was threatened.

It Hurts

Jude got onto the bus later than morning with her hair back in a ponytail, no make up and a pair of sunglasses on that did not fit her face. Her head was still killing and her muscles ached. She remembered who Brandy was now and was on the warpath. The boys would pay for not stopping her. Not that she was the only one who had kissed a member of the same sex. She wondered if blackmail would be better.

Fun, Sun, and Little Too Much Skin

Portia sat next to Tommy at a poolside table enjoying the warm day. He had a pair of sunglasses on, so she couldn't tell if he was staring at the pool area where Jude sat. Jude was wearing a pair of running shorts and a tank top, her feet dipped in the water, reading a Kurt Cobain biography. SME , Sean and Bruno horsed around in the pool and had been trying to get her to join them. She shook her head, since she wasn't wearing a bathing suit, the only one she had brought was a bikini and she couldn't exactly wear that in front of Portia. Spied swam up to her and started to flick her with droplets of water. She glared at him as he tried to convince her to get in once again, but she wouldn't budge. He finally took matters into his own hands as Sean swam up beside them. Spied grabbed Jude's book out of her hands and tossed it a few feet away, knowing she would kill him if he ruined it. Before she could get away the two boys each took a leg and pulled her straight in. She came up spluttering and splashed water at them as they made an escape. After dunking Sean and Spied under a few times, she got out. Her tank top had ridden up her flat belly and her water logged shorts had pulled the waistband down. When she turned her back Portia could see part of a black tattoo visible on the back of the girl's left hip. She couldn't be sure from this distance, but it looked awfully familiar as she turned her head towards her husband who had a blank expression on his face. Before Portia could get a better look, Jude had pulled her tank top down and picked up her book to head inside.