Red Lips // Nikki Sixx

Sick word

It I freezing tonight but it doesn't keep me from missing out on this night. I double check my red Lipstick in my car mirror before I lock it. The sun almost set as I walk down the pathway to the next location. Its crowded but I make my way through the fully styled girls in barely no clothes throwing poisonous glances to me. "What are you doing. Go back and line in the queue like everyone else here too." She has bleached fluffy hair and the same Lipstick shade as me on her thin lips.
"I am sorry but don't worry I just have to talk to the security." I apologise and she kept on looking at me weirdly as I try to get my way through the people.
There is nothing better than the smell of cigarettes, booze and tons of hairspray combined.
"Hey Chris." I greet this huge tattooed bald man with a kiss on the cheek and my hand slightly touching his dick.
"Can't wait to finish here." He whispers in my ear and let's me through the closed door.
Entry is in a few hours but the Crew knows me already. I distribute handjobs like there is no tomorrow.
Chris is probably 3 times my age but he is the sweetest. For me it feels like he has a thing or two for me.

"Cherry. Hey." I get goosebumps every single time. It is me who is living the dream of thousands of girls. Mick Mars leaving the Make-up room. He is the only one who doesn't want Hand or blow jobs from me. "Have you seen Nikki somewhere around? Can't find him and he needs his fucking stage clothes and make-up." He complains.
"Want me to help you?" I offer
"Yes please."

We walk diffrent directions but I already know where he is. I randomly found him and my guess is that he is there too.
There are the toilets behind the stage for the crew and band and then there are the toilets for the visitors of the concert.
No Crew or band ever thinks of checking there. But last time I saw him leaving one stall.
Theist flickers as I enter the toilet that smells like shit and cheap citrus toilet cleaner. I check all 6 door stalls and the last one is in fact closed. "Nikki ?" I calmly ask. "Hm?" Yeah it is definitely him behind this door.
"It is me, Cherry. I've got some speedball." I say and he opened the lock.
He is casually sitting on the toilet lit. His dark hair falling in his face. He almost looks like an angel without all the make up and stage outfits. "Close the door behind you." I reach in my leather handbag with some spikes and hand over the cocaine. He snorts like 2/3 of all and hands me back the little bag. "Take some." I do and my nose immediately starts to burn and bleed. He smiles and grabs some one layered toilet paper for me.
"You're new at this right?"
I shrug my shoulders.
"You need to get yourself ready. Shows about to start soon." I explain him.
"You are also not from America right ?" He keeps on asking.
"Germany. Mick and the others are already looking for you."
"How old are you?" He asks, literally avoiding that his show starts soon. Something is wrong.
"Are you okay?" I carefully ask kneel down infront of him to look him in his puffy eyes. It is dark in here but everyone can see that he is not fine.
"You shouldn't kneel like this infront of me. It messes with my dick." He smirks.
He is so unbelievable handsome when he is smiling.
"I'm not trying to seduce you here.." I whisper and the situation is just so sexual. His quick glances on my lips..
"Are you gonna follow us the whole tour?" He then proceeds to ask and leans back. The whole tension was gone.
"I have nothing else to do." I shrug with my shoulders.
"Ah a runaway?"
"No, I escaped."
He's quiet now.
"From Prison?" He then asks making me feel unwell. I don't like to think about what happened. I look down, thinking of what I could answer.
"Yeah kinda.. but not really."
"Alright I see that you don't feel well. I understand."
"You do?"
"Yeah kinda.. but not really." He copies me and stands up. Taking up 2/3 of the stall.
I squeeze myself up. Standing just few centimeters away from him.

There are already fans waiting outside but no one noticed him because they admire the decorated stage.
"Where the fuck have you been. Shows in 10 minutes." A angry manager came and pushed Nikki inside the Make-up room.

"Omg hey Cherry. Nice to see you again." It is Lilly. Another Groupie of Mötley Crüe, shes not always at every show.
Lily is not taller than 1.50m. With her baby Blonde hair like Vince and her heave smokey eye make up you can barely see that she is only 15. I wrap my arms her after that she asks if I wanna share a line with her. I see her as a little sister... what a sick world.

Lilly, some other wonderful girls and me shared a bottle of vodka while we enjoyed the show.
"Look at this girl." Angela smiled and pointed to a girl in the first row.
She looked like an absolute godess with her straight short black hair and Cleopatra like Make up. Vince bended over just to grab her by the face and kiss her. Everyone in the crowd started screaming.
"She's thinks she's on top of the world now because vince kissed her but she'll never be at our place." Angela said but looks diffrent to me. I point to the crowd again.
Vince helped the Cleopatra girl up the stage. She immediately gets close to him, dances and sang smokin' in the boys room with him.
"Well our place is in their beds." Angela says with clear jealousy in her voice.
"Fuck I hate her." Vince is Lillys favorite. Everytime she joins the show she's with her Vinnie.
"It's just for the show. Calm down you two." I assure but as soon as this Cleopatra Girl wanders around Stage and starts touching Nikki and Tommy it's over. She can't get to Mick because he just pushes her away, what a man.
But now we are all stirred up.
Lilly, Angela, Bobbie, Chrissie, Gina, Blue and me. It is just Tara who is proud that Mick is such a bad ass and that he sticks to her.

"No fucking way she is coming here." Lilly is already fuming. The Cleopatra spend the whole song on the stage and now Vince is showing her the way backstage to us.
She is a tall, skinny girl. Her outfit, hair and make up is really inspired by Cleopatra and she would be beautiful if she wouldn't be such a bitch.
She walks up to us like she is the queen here. Not even a hi or a smile. Nothing. We all look at each other in jealousy and disbelief. We will stick to our guns.
Cleopatra is "enjoying" her view 5 metres away from us, alone. Hope she'll stay alone.