Benny Everhart, a 35-year-old musician, and her four childhood friends-turned-bandmates all hail from Maine, brought together by their shared love for music and the dream of achieving fame. Discovered by talent scout Jenny Graywood from Columbia Rec...
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Benny's POV
I woke up hungover, sprawled out in bed in the tour bus that Jenny arranged for us. As I tried to sit up, my head was killing me. Damn, I definitely can't handle that much booze again. After our gig last night, we were all hyped up from the show. The whole gang was backstage, cheering us on. We ended up having a huge party with Ariana, her besties, that redhead dude and along with some other artist. When I pushed the covers off, I suddenly noticed I was butt naked. "Wait, what the..." I mumbled. Feeling some movement next to me, I turned around and saw a redhead - and then it hit me, it was Dua Lipa. (Oh man, you hooked up with Dua Lipa, Benny.)
As I shuffled around the bus, I accidentally stepped on something and glanced down to find three used condoms. "Oh, damn." Hastily, I scrambled to find my basketball shorts and sports bra, but my suitcase was nowhere in sight. Where the heck did it go? I spotted my slides and managed to slip them on. Quietly, I crept out of the room, noticing it was empty. Grabbing my phone, I saw it was just 9 in the morning. Laughter and familiar voices drifted in from outside, along with the enticing aroma of food. My stomach let out a loud growl, making it clear it was time to join my buddies.
Stepping out, I found my friends gathered outside—Jenny, Ariana, her squad, and the redheaded dude were all seated at the table. Meanwhile, Damon and Bowie were off to the side, locked in a heated debate by the barbecue pit.
"Well, well... look who decided to join the land of the living," Amelia quipped, teasingly.
"Hey, where are your clothes?" Fallon chimed in, raising an eyebrow.
I noticed Ariana's gaze on me, her eyes lingering over every inch of my body. I mean, I do keep myself in shape, still sporting those abs, and my skin practically tells a story with all the ink. When our eyes met, she blushed and quickly averted her gaze, a hint of shyness in her reaction.
"Uh, yeah... I just woke up and, uh, couldn't find my clothes," I mumbled in response to Fallon's questioning look. She arched an eyebrow at me knowingly. "Riiight," she replied, letting out a chuckle.
As Bowie and Damon announced that breakfast was served, the group erupted into cheers, getting up to grab some food. I overheard Ariana offering to fix a plate for the redhead. I opted to wait my turn, planning to get my own plate soon. Just as I was about to say something to Amelia, the bus door creaked open, revealing a sleepy-looking Dua Lipa, appearing like we had quite the night together. Slowly, the memories from last night started to flood back, vividly recalling every position I fucked in.
"Oohhhh... heyyy Dua," Amelia and Fallon chimed together, acknowledging her presence.
"Hey guys!" Dua smiled and waved back warmly.
"Ah, so that was you making all that noise last night," Damon joked, earning a playful smack on the back of the head from Bowie.
I noticed Ariana gripping her cup so hard, I thought she might crush it, and I could swear I caught her rolling her eyes in response.
