The year was 1984, world slavery tour was right around the corner. Nicole had waited for this moment for years.
She had followed Maiden since their "Number of the beast" album. She wanted to go so bad to their "beast on the road" tour and the "world...
-Thank you London!! Bruce yelled at the top of his lungs. Instruments played their final lines before the loyal fans cheered for the great show.
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I went to Bruces changing room. "Bruce Dickinson" it stood at the front door on a piece of paper. I went in. I sat myself down in the sofa while waiting on him. Then I heard the door open.
-Darling! I said and went up hugging him as he came trough the door. -Hey sweetheart, he said exhausted as he threw himself down in the sofa. He didn't seem to feel good at all. I closed the door after him. -I'll get you some water, I said and went to my bag where I had kept some water for him. I opened it up and gave it to him. -Oh, thank you love, he said and took it. He drank the whole thing in a few seconds and wiped his mouth with his hand. Sweat was dripping all over him. I looked stunned at him for drinking it so fast. He then took of his snake pattered tank top and threw it to the side. He didn't mean to intentionally make it look sexy, but it was.
I looked at him as he laid his head back and breathed heavily from the show. His broad hairy chest showed on full display. Then he seemed to notice that I looked at him. He chuckled at me. His facial expression looking tired but with a smile on his lips, showing his crocked teeth. -Um, do you need something else that I can give you? I asked trying to not show that I had been staring at him for a while. -I just want you here, that's all. His comment made me blush a bit and I started to smile at him. -I can massage you if you'd like. You seem to need that from an intense show like that, I said. He looked awfully tired actually. I was a bit scared of his wealth when seeing him like this. Was it that good to make intense shows like this every night?
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-Yes please, he said and turned himself around. I sat myself behind him, facing his broad back. I started to massage him, he let out a groan. -Fuck my body is tense, he said as he moved himself a bit on the couch.
It got quiet for a while as I massaged him, but then I broke the silence. -Brucey, I have to be honest with you. I'm feeling as if this takes to much on you. Having shows like this every night isn't good for anyone, I said worried and took his long hair to the side. I stopped for a while as I waited on his answer. He let out a sigh.
-I don't really seem to have known what I have gotten my self into really. It's been hell of exhausting but it will only get harder as the tour goes on. But I have to do it Nicky, I can't back out now, he said.
He then went up to pick up his normal clothes and took of his stage clothes. I looked at him as he undressed. I thought about him and how bad it could get if he went on like this. He had right, it would only get worse.
