Chapter 11

Mid Afternoon February 10, 2010

Jon slid into his chair with a sigh. Getting the arena ready wasn't his job, that's why he paid out the nose for all the high quality techs, but he still liked to be around. There always seemed to be glitches at the start of tour, and he wanted to head as many off at the pass as he could.

There were a few problems, he'd done all he could but he worried that they might have troubles when things got started tomorrow."Fuck, I'll worry about that a bit later, its time to relax a bit before I end up giving myself the fuckin' stink eye."

He reached forward and opened his laptop and logged on. Grinning, he opened a tab for twitter and that new Jovi board. He wanted to see just how many squeals, squeaks, and you won't believe it posts those three girls could do before they got here. As the site loaded and he scanned the areas swiftly he could find no posts at all on what had happened.

"Well that’s fuckin' odd, women always squeal and tell everything." Standing he moved towards the bathroom, stripping off sweaty clothing as he walked. I'll check again in a bit, call Rich and Dave and we'll see what’s up.

Fifteen minutes later he walked from the bathroom, his favorite board shorts hugging his hips and a towel in hand as he ruffled his hair. Picking up his phone he dialed through to Rich and waited on him to answer.

"Hey bro, how's things down at the arena?" Richie stretched his legs, propping them on the balcony railing as he enjoyed the warm rays sinking into his skin. God he just loved the beach.

"You should have been there Fuckhead. Things are going as well as expected, still a few problems with the ear pieces, but it will get fixed." Jon reached into the small refrigerator and pulled out an iced water with a smile. "Thing is I need you to do something man, Can ya find Dave and bring him to my room?"

"Sure whats up? " Richie asked as he stood and headed back inside his room.

Jon's grin tilted upwards. "Just a few things to settle about angels, mistresses, and ladies who love the keys my brotha."

Richie chuckled. "What's to settle bro? I told you my opinion."

"Yeah, yeah I know you did. Now get your ass in here." He snorted at how that sounded. "And bring Lemma, I'll tell ya the rest then. I'll be waiting."

He flipped the phone closed and turned back to the laptop, carefully opening the gutter section to a thread that was solely about David, written by a very imaginative pianogirl. "If that don't get his ass interested, nothing will."

It didn't take Richie long to track down David. "Yo man, boss man wants you."

He glanced away from the bathing beauties he was eyeing. "Busy here. Tell him I'll see him later King."

"Look man, when Jon calls he expects a quick reply, I don't want him giving me THAT look fuck it all. The bikini will be there later." Richie teasingly emphasized the last few words.

David’s nose wrinkled, "I'll be cumming soon, which is better than looking at Jon's ugly mug, if you'll get outta the way man."

"I said Move it Lemma. " Richie grabbed his arm and pulled him along .

David glanced back at the hottie in the string bikini and nearly acquired whiplash with how quick Richie was pulling him. "I coulda had that man! He shook his head and turned. "Fuck what I put up with. No respect for the keyboardist dammit. I wanted that."

"THAT will be there later man. Business to handle. " Richie said dragging him to Jon's room .

As they reached Jon’s door Richie slapped against it with the palm of his hand. “Open up man!”

As Jon opened the door, he pushed David through. "Had to kidnap him but he's here."

Jon glanced up, the look on David’s face was priceless. "Let me guess, Redhead or Blonde in a nearly not there bikini?"

David growled "Yea so what the fuck is so damned important? And let me tell you it better be."

Jon moved to the glass door and slid it open before taking a deep breath of warm ocean air.

"Check out the Laptop Lemma. Rich can I speak to ya over here man?

"Sure thing Bro What's up?" Richie followed him out to the balcony, risking a glance back to see David breathing like he’d run a twenty mile race.

David sat down and scanned over the screen and after a few moments he shifted uncomfortably in the chair. Fuck if he wasn’t rock hard. "What the hell is this?"

Jon snorted and ignored David for a moment. "I don't often do it Bro, but I took your advice. Their flight left a few hours ago." He grinned and turned, his brows waggling, "Alls ya need to know is to look for a Fender necklace."

He turned to David then, and chuckled. "KEEP reading Lemma, you'll figure it out, you were Rutgers educated after all."

Richie arched an eyebrow and couldn't stop the grin that widened his lips. "What made you change your mind Kidd?"

"Yea, Yea, I know what it is, but who the fuck is this that wants too...... shit can you do that? " David muttered to no one in particular.

He turned back to the ocean and leaned on the banister, stifling a laugh at the words David was muttering. "I dunno man, maybe talking to her on the phone did it, but I came in today

expecting them to have been all over Twitter and their forum squealing about being sent tickets here and there’s not one peep. NOT one."

"I can't believe you called her for one thing. And two I told you I had a feeling about these girls , though I'm sure they did do some squealing in private if nothing else. Personally, after reading some of their shit? I bet they can squeal really nice while doing other things."

He snorted, "That would be what you thought of man."

David stood and moved out to the balcony. "Never took you to be a man who spent all his time on fan porn sites Jon. Gettin' pervy in the old age?"

"Yea well it was pointed out I need to find myself again so," Jon shot a look at Rich.

"Bout fuckin' time if you ask me, but how the hell you plan on finding yourself in porn man? I mean its hot as shit, and that pianogirl well she's giving me ideas, but how's that gonna help you?"

"I dunno, but according Mr. I know everything, he has a 'feeling' about these girls. I figured what the hell why not? As least all of us might get laid if anything," Jon snorted.

David grinned, "Explain that one man? I don't exactly see any chicks in this bedroom. Besides, its not like the late 80's we can't just do any woman we see. Hell, too much weird shit out there these days."

Jon tapped David's forehead lightly, "There are these little things called rubbers? I fuckin' know you used 'em before." He shrugged slightly. "For some reason I just get the feeling these girls don't just give it out to just anyone. Correct me if I'm wrong but weren't you just bitching coz you got pulled away from a hot thing down at the pool?"

David reached up to fluff his curls. "Fuck yeah, but she wasn't acting like a rabid fan girl."

"Ask Fuckhead there. He believes these girls are different." Jon pointed to Richie as he took a sip of wine.

Richie grinned and nodded. "I talked to one of them on twitter, seems nice enough. You know me and my feelings man. I have to go with gut instinct."

Jon laughed and turned as the suite phone rang. Moving inside he lifted the reciever and talked a moment, then hung up the phone. Rubbing his hands together he started grinning. "No time like the present to find out. The girls just arrived and were escorted to their suite."

Richie grinned "Oh this could get very interesting. C'mon on Lemma let’s go meet your piano girl."

Jon punched Richie's shoulder and laughed, "And you're just dragging those big feet about meeting the angel huh?"

"Oh hell no I'm the first out the door. What about you meeting your mistress?" Richie chuckled, "Well What are we standing here for? Let’s go. " He headed out the door, turning to follow Jon, already revving up to find an angel wearing a Fender.

Jon picked up his keycard and a ball cap as they headed towards the door. If anything, this promised to be interesting.