Her superman was flying high tonight — as a kite, that is.
Pre-show celebrations and pain meds were definitely not what the doctor ordered. With the presence of Jon’s longtime friend and godfather to their daughter there to open the show, she shouldn’t be surprised. The night at the Pony and again at her birthday, she’d learned that when these two got together, it would be a wild and crazy ride.
A bunch of dirty old men, that's what they were. Every word out of their mouth was witty and full of sexual innuendos. At one point, she’d laughed so much she actually had to excuse herself to go change because she peed herself. Yeah, she’ll never live that one down. Jon’s childish antics continued on stage, joking that it was hot and sticky, just the way he likes it.
Like last night in Saratoga, the Blossom Music Center in Cleveland, Ohio, was an outdoor amphitheater. A small pavilion with a few thousand seats and a sea full of lawn space. Perfect for those nice cool, breezy nights, sitting out on the lawn watching your favorite band or symphony. Not so nice for mid-July, eight days to D-day for a pregnant lady who’s already had enough dehydrations issues.
It was so humid she’d already changed her shirt twice and had resorted to sticking baggies full of ice cubes down her pants. She even joked to Nicole about having her put in an IV line, so she didn’t have to worry. Southside even asked for one with one stipulation. He wanted to have straight bourbon running through his. When it was time for Johnny to go get ready to join Jon on stage, she took advantage of excusing herself as well and disappeared into the dressing room.
Stripping off everything waist up, she made her way into the bathroom and grabbed her already wet washcloth and ran it under the cold water again. Checking her frazzled reflection in the mirror, she thought, God, would someone just douse me with a hose already.
Wringing the excess water, she swiped the cold cloth over her wrists first, then across the back of her neck before letting it drape there so she could do something with her hair. Removing her clip, she dipped her hands through the running cold water, then pulled back her tousled curls into a twist and secured it with her clip. Giving herself one last swab, she tossed it on the counter and returned to the main room, where she kept a bag of extra clothes.
Rummaging through the bag for her now third wardrobe change of the evening, she pulled out an old tie-dye razor tank dress that was now too short to wear as a dress, but it went perfectly with the yoga shorts she was wearing. Pulling out a new bra as well, she quickly dressed, made another stop into the bathroom to empty her bladder this time, and then headed back to the stage.
By the time she found her way back to the video control desk, Jon was laying on the flirty with some woman who caught his eye near the front row. With every beat of Teek’s drum, he twitched his hip from side to side as she desperately tried to get him to come her way. But he wasn’t giving in so easily, taunting and flirting with her every step of the way until he was standing right in front of her. Her arms stretched up at him. They exchanged a few words before he blew her an air kiss. But she wasn’t having that. No, she wanted the real thing and was stopping at nothing until she got it.
Clawing and climbing her way closer as the crowd cheered her on. It wasn’t until venue security helped her get closer that Jon bent and tried again. Ari had to give her credit. She knew what she wanted and was going all out for it. Loving every minute, Jon stood, wiped the sweat from his lips with both hands, and knelt down as she pushed herself up on the edge of the stage. He placed one hand on her shoulder as if to steady her, puckered up, and with a goofy, wide-eyed grin, he moved in and kissed her.
As the crowd roared and waited, Jon straightened himself up. Cockier more than before, he continued with the familiar mid-song interlude, swinging his arms up, down, left, right as Teek pounded along with him.
With a stupid ass grin, he stepped up to the mic. “I’m getting in trouble.” he sing songed into the mic before turning towards Bobby to call him over. “I know what I want you to do. You know what song I want to hear right now? Cause imma get in trouble for that!”
Bobby’s opening notes to Roy Orbison Pretty Woman rang out, enticing a hearty laugh from Tony.
“What’s so funny?”
“Him.” He touched the monitor with his pencil.
“Cute, isn’t he?”
“Oh, yeah, right?” He continued to fumble with the buttons. “Ya gonna make him sweat, right?”
“Now, why would I do that?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because you’re a bigger ball buster than he is.”
“I do not know what you are talking about.” Rolling her chair away from the desk, she stood and righted herself. “Now, if you’ll excuse, I need to use the restroom.”
“Uh-huh. Just a little, please.”
Pushing his pinched fingers out of her face, she made way to the foot of the steps. Tony was right. She was going to have a little fun with this.
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It was a good thing they had a day off tomorrow because the celebratory shenanigans continued through their flight to Calgary and at the hotel bar. Typical for being on the road for months on end, with this leg of the tour coming to an end, everyone was getting their sillies out.
She was busy talking with Sooner and Dawn when a familiar whistle made her stop and turn around. Her drunk husband was standing, or at least trying to balance, on the footrest of his stool with his arms wide open and that goofy grin.
“Craaaassssh, take me to bed or lose me forever.” he slurred.
“Whoa-kay, ladies. Time to get that one upstairs.”
Waving her off, Dawn called out, “Good luck.”
Jon had hopped off the stool by the time she reached him. Hooking her arm with his, she turned to Cliff.
“Wanna give me a hand?”
“Sure thing, Lucy.” She rolled her eyes at the huge grin on his face.
Lucky for them, there weren’t many people in the lobby at this hour, so they could whisk right into an elevator and upstairs. Once they reached their door, she told him she could take it from here. To be certain, he waited until they were inside before saying goodnight.
Helping Jon to the couch first, she knelt down to help take his boots off.
“Oh yeah, baby.” he palmed the top of her head.
“Yeah, baby, nothing.” She set his boots to the side and moved to his belt buckle and jeans. “Lift.” she ordered, tugging them over his hips.
“Lookie, lookie. The captain is waiting.”
“More like sleeping to me, which is where you should be.” Jeans off, she placed her hands on his thighs for support.
Looking down at her with a stupid grin, he wrapped his fingers around his limp dick and began waving it in her face.
“Nope, he’s saying... Crash, suck my nuts, flub my nub, wallow, then swallow.”
“That’s it. BED!”
Poor Jon high as a kite!
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