“Ben, can you go unlock the stage door so the band can start setting up for the show?” Pearce asked as he passed me in the hallway.
“On it.” It was seven-thirty in the evening and Dawson was manning the door for the moment.
I made my way to the stage, then the door behind it. When I stepped outside, I saw that the band had arrived. The leader, Johnny Mayhem, waved and said “thank you” as he moved his drum set around, piece by piece. I nodded and glanced briefly at the other members of the band, all dressed to impress, each hot in his own right.
I tried not to notice the way Monty’s ass flexed beneath supple leather as he gathered his equipment. Even though I knew he was bad news, I couldn’t deny my attraction. I turned to go back inside, but before I got too far away, a voice stopped me
