Chapter 4

Richie found the activation link and clicked it. Signing in he started to roam around the different areas of the forum . Jon was right about the time they put in this. Very impressive.

"Modify profile hmmm," he muttered, “let’s see what we got here.” He scrolled down to the area for skins. "This is what Jonny was talking about I guess." He clicked through several of them clearly impressed with their skills. He decided on the one that seemed to be pics of just Jon's ass to be funny. It was too weird to pick himself and stare at himself in various poses. Once he was satisfied with his choice, he clicked back to the board.

"Jonny it says I need a password, what is it? " Richie hoped he could hear him in the shower.

Jon stepped from the shower and slung a towel around his waist. Not gonna read any more of that shit. Fuck,I ain't gonna sleep without seeing that shit in my head as it is. Hearing Richie's voice he opened the door and laughed. "Ask a fuckin' admin you lazy jackass."

"Shit why, when you can give it to me, " Richie said gruffly.

Jon muttered as he towel dried his hair before walking out. "Fuck if you ain’t the laziest thing. It's jovi4eva." Shaking his head he moved back into the bedroom area to dress.

"Pretty clever, " Richie mumbled as he tapped in the password . These must be the stories "Who the fuck would want to write about our asses?" He clicked on the Richie's section and chose a story and started to read. Before he knew it his ass was getting sore from sitting and he was glued to the screen, shifting in his seat as his jeans grew tight. " Holy fuck Jon, These girls -- they fuck me."

Jon started back out to the living room only to stop and laugh at the surprised and yet near woebegone sound in his friends voice. "And ya didn't even feel a thing eh?"

"Fuck what is this shit, Jovi Porn? " Richie couldn't stop the catch in his voice. The story was getting to him better than anything he'd ever seen in Penthouse.

Jon sprawled out on the small chaise in the room and shook his head. "Best way to describe it man. I've seen a lot of fan sites over time. The office tends to keep a check, but this one has eluded us. Where DO they get their info? Fuck some of that shit..."

"Is fucking real—like this Samborangel, shit man, she KNOWS shit. We got spies in our ranks?"

Jon's brow quirked at the idea. "More like some groupie from days long gone using what little they remember man. They ARE out there. YOU above all know that."

"I dunno shit, this is hot, how can I fucking get hard from reading?" Richie was astonished that words could have him wanting to go fuck the nearest girl that came across his path.

He tilted his head back and started to laugh. "You could get hard with a good stiff breeze man."

"Bullshit man, not anymore, not since Heather and the bullshit that happened there, " Richie growled.

"Only so long you could stuff it down and ignore it."

"Yea well this has me curious. What kind of girls are they?" Richie clicked out of the fiction and went to Samborangel's profile, “um 35 so not a kid with hormones, " Richie chuckled.

Jon pushed off the chaise and moved to look over Richie's shoulder. What he saw surprised him. His friend wasn't in the gutter area or even reading now, he was studying some weird blog like area of the forum. "What the hell have you found? And why the fuck are you looking at my ass?"

"It's her personal blog I think, " Richie answered then started to laugh. "And fuck if I'm gonna look at your ugly mug, or hell look at myself."

Jon's hand lifted to thwap the back of Richie's head. "Her who?"

"Samborangel, The girl writing that hot fic I was reading."

"You my brotha' are far too interested in the scribblings of a fan." Jon snorted and moved to the phone. Richie was involved in whatever he was doing, he wouldn't be budged til he was happy with whatever he was finding. It was time for coffee. Lifting the phone he called down to room service and ordered a pot. "Yo Bro, want more than coffee?"

"Yea, sounds great. You know what I was thinking? Why don't we arrange to meet these two here?" Richie said "Samborangel and Jovimistress. To thank them, I mean, when have we seen such dedication from our fans?"

"Every fuckin' night on stage?" Jon shook his head. "Man it’s just a couple of obsessed fans. Can you spell obsessed fuckhead?"

"What part of this is obsessed? Besides look at them they look harmless. " Richie started to argue his case, " this could be good PR man."

Jon walked over to look at the screen Richie was pointing at only to get an eyeful of a rather large, vibrant picture of two dark headed ladies, one with dark eyes and one with bright baby blues. "They might look harmless man, but they write about sex with us like they'd had it. That spells obsessed to me."

"Where is that obsession really bro ? I mean maybe they aint getting none at home and rather fantasize its us and not their old men." Richie teased.

He crossed his arms and went silent for a moment. Rich had a burr up his ass for some reason. Usually by this point the wild idea was shot down, discarded and forgotten. "Gimme one really good reason why, AND just how we would swing this PR wise."

"Well they are hot, I think they are anyway, we MIGHT could get some sex, and as for the pr they would tell this friend and that friend how kind we are which means more records and tickets sold? Right? "

"Man if all you want is meaningless sex, grab a chick from the front row when we hit Honolulu. Besides, we are selling out everywhere man, that’s just not good enough."

"You are cold man, what happened to the I give a shit and care Jon that I used to know?"

Jon winced and fought back a growl. What had happened to him? Divorce, bullshit and running a corporation had happened. You couldn't play fast and loose with a brand, not these days. "Shit if you don't know, you won't ever know man."