Chapter 19
One of the makeup artists had spied Briana coming in the next morning, a grin coming across her face. "Since when do you wear neck scarves?" she asked knowingly.
"Uh…I wanted to try something different," Briana replied.
"I'm sure." The other woman came over for a closer inspection, taking a peek under the scarf.
"Janine!" Briana gasped softly, trying to pull back. "What are you doing?"
"Is that what I think it is?" Janine studied the small purple mark. "Wow, there's been word you and Bri may have had a 'thing' going on, but I didn't think it was this hot!"
Briana rolled her eyes. "Nothing even happened until yesterday. Good lord, don't people have anything better to do than gossip?"
"Pretty much," Janine nodded. "So is he any good?"
"Janine!"
"Come on, I was just curious about the myth."
"What myth?'
"You know…short guys….and well, how he's packing the Speedo…" Janine made hand gestures and a few faces.
Briana felt her face redden. "Yes. But don't go around making this common knowledge, thank you very much."
"Come on, it isn't like you were some random ring rat. It was pretty clear he was nuts about you from day one. But it certainly explains why you look a little more tired than usual today," Janine giggled.
Briana cleared her throat. "Yeah, nothing like being pawed in the middle of the night too. Good grief."
"Well, they do say men have sex on the mind about every eight seconds."
Briana had to laugh. "I think in Brian's case," she said, "you better narrow those seconds of having it on his mind down to every two."
Meanwhile:
"Man, what's that on your shoulder?" Paul asked as Brian changed clothes.
"What's what?"
"That purple mark."
"Oh…uh, nothing. Probably bumped something."
Paul came over to inspect the area of interest closer. "Dude! That's a bite mark! You and Briana finally did the nasty!"
"Fucking hell, Paul, why don't you just tell the whole damn arena about my sex life?" Brian shot him a dirty look that would have shattered glass.
"Or apparently up to last night, the lack of one," Paul grinned. "So how was it?"
"For me to know and you to wonder."
"Oh come on, Spanky, I told you shit about my women."
"Call me 'Spanky' again and you'll be neutered. And the majority involving you were usually random skanks with big tits and a pulse. This is a serious commitment; possibly the first I've had in a long time, and I don't need you messing it up making me look like a jackass."
"First time she's been laid in two years, huh?"
"Jesus, you're hopeless. Possibly, yes. And before you ask, yes, things got a bit…..wild."
"That explains the purple mark." Paul gave a cheesy grin.
"Don't worry; she's been kind of 'branded' too." Brian returned the grin.
"Wait, you put a tramp stamp on her? Dude!"
"If you see a scarf around her neck today, you'll know why."
"Rough ass couple of shits, aren't you? I figured you for an animal, but Briana? Just when one thinks they know somebody."
"Hey, if you haven't had any for two years, you'd be wild too. Of course, I've seen you go ape shit when you haven't been laid for two days."
"You're a fine one to talk, shorty," Paul retorted. "This coming from the dude who used to hump my leg and moan in my ear when we toured together."
"That was during a dream one time!" Brian cried in protest.
"Right, keep telling yourself that. So what are you and the lady doing tonight?"
"Probably go to a movie and then just hang out. Go find yourself a nice girl and you're welcome to tag along. I think Maria or even Rosa might be around somewhere."
"Nah, I'll pass. You two love birds go have fun; I'm going to catch up with some of the guys and see what they've been up to lately. Blab some indy secrets, shit like that."
"Sounds like a plan. Just don't mooch too many drinks."
"Right. And don't screw your poor hair lady to death. She's been making you look pretty good lately."