Chapter 109

After a second night, with an even bigger crowd, I was handed another check for the same amount, and we headed off to

23^rd stop – Nashville, Tennessee
LP Field
(Two Performances)

five hours away by car. We were playing at the Tennessee Titans football stadium for two nights as well. Its capacity is 69,000 for football, I don’t know what we may expect there.

By my side was my fiancée for this drive. She cuddled up tight and we fell asleep together.

Pulling up at six-thirty am to the Hilton Inn Downtown, we got out and walked in. Stuart, with Isabel and Tracy on his arms, joined us as we walked into the Market Street Restaurant as they were just opening for the morning. I looked for the signage and saw an arrow to a workout area ... yes!

For no particular reason, I changed up my usual breakfast. When it was my turn, I ordered some poached eggs, and waffles. It even made Jennifer look at me funny, but nobody said anything to me.

“So, Michael honey,” Princess asked, as I knew she would, “How much have we all made so far each?”

“Not counting the money from the CD sales, it amounts to around $650,000. We got more money than expected the two nights in Atlant ... Athens. We are playing at a slightly smaller place tonight and tomorrow, but it still will be a large amount of money. Brian really has worked hard on getting us in the right place at the right time. When you see him, give him a hug or a kiss.”

“I doubt that your mother would appreciate me kissing her husband,” Tracy said.

“Well, don’t stick your tongue down his throat,” Jenn said. “At least not in front of Janice.”

“I could keep my mom busy,” I said possibly sounding too eager.

“I could help,” Princess said.

“No you won’t, Anabelle,” Stuart said. “You are all mine, tonight. I don’t want you kissing Brian, please?” She giggled.

Our food came, I thanked Stella as Tracy slapped me on my shoulder.

“I can’t even say ‘Hello,’ ‘Goodbye,’ or even ‘Thank you,’ anymore?”

“Everything you say to a girl sounds like you are saying, ‘Come with me and we will find somewhere to fuck,’” Jennifer said. “The fact that you have so many women in your seraglio only proves my point.”

I started to eat my food, thinking how best to respond to that. After eating one of my waffles, I chewed and swallowed it before I said, “Jennifer Rose, who exactly do you want me to fire? Tracy here, Cece, Joan, Jen Chapman, Brigitte ... who exactly?”

I do believe I may have stumped her, because she started eating not looking at anyone at all. We all finished, stopping to put it on the room bill, then I picked up Jenn and our over-sized go-bags. I followed behind her with Tracy on my other arm, and Princess being held very tight by her fiancé.

We got to the room. Tracy and Jenn were disrobing and crawled in my bed, while Stuart was kissing and undressing Isabel at the same time.

“Jenn, are you mad at me?” I asked.

“At least you can’t ask Joan to come live with us, like you did with Brigitte,” she finally said.

“You are exactly right. Did I even tell you that Miss LaPierre’s parents live separately, and neither are even in Indiana?”

“No, you didn’t,” she said turning to me. “You are driven by common sense and empathy, which isn’t a bad thing. Could you, at least, try to turn down your charisma? I see how Nancy Starr, Tiffany, even Maria Vargas all look at you. I suppose it’s flattering to hear that, but I feel less important to you as you increase the size of your ... empire. Even a couple of the youngest girls I hear talking about ‘how handsome Michael is.”

“Really, who?”

“I shouldn’t tell you, but Cathy Amos, Pippa MacArthur, Rose Newman and Geena ... they all seemingly lust for you. Please don’t encourage any of them. Maybe they can get over you and maybe not, but a handsome ... sixteen-year-old can only incur trouble and stress with a girl not even twelve-years-old. Can you promise me that, Michael?” she asked putting her arms around me and looking deep into my eyes.

“Yes, I can ... I will spurn any advances from anyone less than fourteen-years-old? Is that my cut-off age?”

“That’s fine, or I will cut something off. I promise you that,” she said cupping my balls while saying it.

“Oww,” Tracy said.

“I’m kinda tired Ladies,” I said. “How about first thing in the morning around noon?”

“That’s a deal, loverboy. You sure know how to grovel. Thank you?”

“For what?”

“For finding me first. Otherwise, I would be the bystander and one of these other girls would have gotten a hold of you and never let go.”

“I would share him with you,” Tracy said, “because I care for you as much as I care for Michael.”

“Good night girls,” we said to them stripping and crawling into our own bed.

“Yippekayay,” Princess said, riding Stuart!

I woke up wanting to workout. “Pssst, Jenn ... wake up. I need you to wake up.”

“Mmmmm, why?” she said.

“I really need to work out this morning. I’m getting flabby.”

“No, you aren’t ... you are gorgeous, just the way I love you.”

“I love you too, darling. It’s because of the ‘Michael Thirteen’ I need to be extra strong.”

She giggled, “OK, but can you at least not try to add a new one today?”

“I will try my very best. I haven’t seen all the girls of the GSS in a bikini yet...”

SLAP

“I love you so much, but all of your slapping could give me a concussion.”

“Get out and go workout. I have spies watching you anyway.”

I gave a sleeping Tracy a kiss, and Jennifer I kissed her nipple, got out of bed, put on the suit and sweats, “You can come with me if you want. That would be your safest way to watch me. You are the most beautiful fiancée I have.”

“Do you want to be slapped again?”

“May ... be?”

She got out of bed, put on her slinkiest bikini without a cover shirt and took my arm.

Every person we came across, GSS or not, men and women, took a nice long look at my girl. She loved it, but I was giving all the boys a look. One creepy looking guy walked up to her and said to her, “When you are through with this jerk on your arm, find me, I can make you scream ... if you like that sort of thing.”

I moved her to my other side, and we kept walking. He didn’t like being ignored and started to follow us only a few steps behind. We got in the elevator, as did he.

“What’s your name?” I asked him.

“Foster, what’s yours, Dude?”

Did he really just call me that?

“Michael, her name is Jennifer. I’m fifteen, she’s sixteen. How old are you?”

“I’m twenty-five, are you shitting me ... she’s only sixteen?”

“We don’t have our Id’s with us, but she is. Do you like music?”

“Yeah ... Why?”

“Come to our concert tomorrow, why don’t you?”

“Your concert ... who are you anyway?”

“Have you ever heard of the Gold Standard Society?”

“I think so ... is that what those necklaces you are wearing are about?”

“Yeah, she sings, and I conduct the orchestra and sing sometimes myself. I’m also a practitioner of Shotokan Karate, a blue belt, actually.”

“I have ... never heard of that,” our guest said.

“It’s an offshoot of the really fast-moving karate Bruce Lee used to practice. That had him slowdown his moves so the movies could actually catch the action.”

“I didn’t know that,” he said, lowering his guard. “What’s the blue belt mean, Michael?”

“Earning that meant registering with the FBI. If I start a fight without telling you that my hands and arms are legally considered ‘deadly weapons,’ I could be prosecuted by the federal government. I guess I should tell you that, officially.”

“Hey ... why do you need to do that? I haven’t started anything?” he said quite defensively in a higher pitch voice and taking a step backward.

“You have disrespected my fiancée ... in front of me. She doesn’t want me to put another jerk in the hospital. The last guy took two weeks to wake up, didn’t he Jenn?”

“Yes, you big brute. All he said was ‘I wouldn’t kick her out of bed.’ That did not give you the right to break both of his legs and break his nose in three places.”

Don’t oversell it Baby?

The elevator stopped, and he left saying, “I ... may just come to your concert. Where is it, exactly?”

“LP Field, take care.”

The door closed, and she was all over my face with kisses. While she cleaned me off, she said, “You were brilliant, was any of that the truth?”

“Parts of it, thanks for supporting me. There aren’t enough bones in the nose to be broken in three places. It’s not even real bone, it’s called cartilage.”

“You were a real cool cookie back there,” she said.

“If you make it sound real enough, it can be an easy sell. It’s all about the details. If he knew anything about Karate, I could be bleeding and on the way to the hospital right now, but the way he walked told me he didn’t.”

The elevator got to the main floor, and we walked to the workout area with her getting all kinds of looks again, but none of them were creepy, comparatively speaking.

I went to work out, she even stayed to watch, giving me support along the way. As I changed from device to device, she gave me a deep tongue tickling kiss. After I was completely done, she was acting quite horny.

I stripped down to my suit and jumped into the pool, which was not full-sized, but I still swam some laps. When done, I got out seeing our entire bedroom group in suits waiting for us in the spa. The girls each stood up as I started to get in. their suits went semi-transparent as I suspected they knew would happen.

“Michael,” my darling sister said, “I want to tell you about that dream with Peter, if it’s OK with everybody else.”

“What dream is that?” Stuart was quick to ask.

“She woke up from a nap saying she had a dream about him but wasn’t ready to talk about it. If you are ready to talk about it, Izzy, I can listen.”

She moved next to me, I took her hand and she started explaining what had happened and it was chilling with detail. I explained the moment they had in our spa, causing Tracy to be nervous.

She said, “I’m uncomfortable hearing all of this, Izzy. I’d better leave.”

“Don’t please, you have become closer than the others have, please stay?”

“OK, I promise not to repeat anything I hear,” our houseguest said.

“You make it sound like it really happened,” Jennifer said to her.

“That’s why I woke up so scared,” my redhead responded.

“Do you want me to talk to him at all?” Stuart asked.

“What would you say to him ... Did you kill your own parents? I doubt he’d appreciate an accusation based on a dream,” my princess advised. “But I have seen him looking at me like that every now and then.”

“Looking is different than doing,” Tracy chimed in. “The first time I laid eyes on Michael, I wanted him to kiss me all over. I mean all over.”

They all giggled, but it relieved some of the tension.

“Are you creeped out performing alongside Peter?” I asked.

“I was, but I’m OK now. Should I let him fuck me again? Just to relieve the pressure?”

“Wow, that’s intense,” Tracy said. “Wouldn’t that just give him reason to believe you would do it any time he wanted?”

“Exactly what I was thinking,” Stuart said agreeing.

“But he looks at me like he’s a puppy dog, and I’m his bone,” she said.

“He’s obviously thinking with his bone,” Tracy said eliciting a laugh from our group.

“How about this,” I said. “The three of us will keep an eye on him, and report back to you with our observations. Nobody outside of this group should know what we’re doing ... agreed?”

Everyone did agree to that and we chilled in the spa for a while longer. With a night off, and in Nashville, a few ideas came to me.

After we were all back in the room and dressed, I texted an invitation to the Michael Thirteen, asking if anyone wanted to shop at Victoria’s Secret for a couple of hours.

I got immediate positive responses from them all, and we met up and were greeted by a van style shuttle with the hotel logo on it. I helped each of them inside getting up next to the driver telling her where we wanted to go, promising a big tip.