"Steves, I came to apoloh my GOD -"
Sheryl jumped away from her but it was too late. She locked eyes with Lindsey, mid-orgasm, before her knees gave way without Sheryl's support and she crumpled to the floor.
Lindsey was still staring in shock as Stevie gathered herself.
"Get. OUT."
He stumbled out of the room and closed the door. Sheryl helped Stevie to her feet.
"Don't laugh. Do. Not. Laugh."
Sheryl was chewing her cheeks to try and control herself. As soon as Stevie was standing she darted into the other room to "check on the dogs", but Stevie knew that she would be laughing hysterically as she always did in embarrassing situations.
After a few moments Stevie followed her. She was standing with her face buried in a cushion to muffle her laughter.
"When you've composed yourself I need you to help me find something to wear." She turned to the clothing rail and started going through the items, all black, to find something suitable.
Sheryl took a few breaths and appeared at her side, red faced.
"Sorry. What do you need something different to wear for?"
"I think Lindsey has seen more than enough of me today, don't you?"
~
The show ran without a hitch. Stevie and Lindsey had avoided each other up until the last second, but as soon as they'd stepped out on stage and seen the audience, the professionalism took over and they were fine. By the end of the gig, Stevie was even feeling good-humored about it.
"I mean, it's not like it's anything I haven't seen before, is it?"
They were between meet and greets. Mick insisted on doing them this tour - he'd come up with some excuse but they knew it was first and foremost a very effective way of extracting more money out of people. Stevie didn't mind it, she enjoyed spending time with fans and much preferred it this way to people stopping her in the street or walking over to her table in a restaurant.
She raised an eyebrow at Lindsey.
"Well...."
"'Well'? What do you mean, 'well'? I have seen you...you know..."
Mick, who was standing the other side of Stevie and listening to their conversation, started chuckling. Lindsey had of course told both him and John what he'd walked in on.
"Not sure what you're laughing about either, Fleetwood," she said, adjusting the very demure cardigan she had picked out deliberately because it fastened right up to the neck.
Lindsey and John were still in hysterics as Mick fumed at her comment when the door opened for the next meet and greet.
It was a man on his own. Stevie guessed he was around 40. He was good looking, she thought, in a bookish kind of way. He seemed incredibly nervous, especially when he saw Stevie.
She smiled warmly at him and extended a hand to introduce herself. The rest of the band did the same and he stood between Stevie and Lindsey for the photograph. Stevie noticed a strong smell of alcohol. Whatever - it was a rock concert.
They made small talk with him about the show but he still seemed nervous. He suddenly crouched down, doing something with his boot, and Lindsey rolled his eyes at Stevie who shook her head admonishingly before speaking to the man again.
"Sorry, I didn't catch your name..."
"Ryan," he mumbled, barely audible as he was still facing the ground, adjusting his boot. As he stood again, she smiled at him.
