Dirty by Kathryn Rose Page B

be fucked. There are always guys in the crowd too, usually hoping to get something signed.
    I walk slowly, stopping to sign shit and take pictures. My eyes never stop scanning the crowd as I go. There are tons of beautiful women out here. Most of them are half naked and shouting my name, but I ignore them. I’m not looking for a bitch who has spread her legs for everyone. No, that’s not my type. I look for the ones that still have innocence in their eyes. They’re always the ones who are the wildest in bed. It takes a little coaxing sometimes, but I always get them to let go. In my opinion, there’s nothing hotter than a chick that doesn’t know how to let loose. I love the challenge of it. Plus, the innocent ones are usually tighter than fuck. The ones that are screaming for me now? They are the ones who have fucked everything with a dick and their pussy is in need of a retirement home.
    I’m nearly at the end of the line when I finally spot her. I smile as I watch her. Her eyes never leave mine as she gives me a shy smile. She’s gorgeous, but in a different way from the rest of these girls. Her face isn’t covered in tons of makeup and her tits are actually covered by a shirt. Hell, I think she’s even wearing a bra. I motion with my finger for her to come closer. Her eyes widen, but she moves forward, inch by inch. She’s having trouble getting through the crowd and I motion for Dave to come forward. I point her out to him and he’s gone. My eyes never leave hers as I wait for Dave to reach her. When he does, he takes her arm and starts shoving through the crowd. He’s a mountain of a man and parts them easily. Once he reaches the fence, he lifts her over and drops her onto the ground beside of me.
    Now that she’s closer, I know for sure that she’s the right choice. Her eyes hold that innocence in them that I love. I scan my eyes down her body slowly, taking in every curve. Her breasts are decent, but not huge like most of the women here. I’d bet my tour bus that they’re real. Her eyes are a light blue and her hair is dark brown. It hangs half way down her back. Her pouty lips are painted a pale pink. I smile as I think about where those lips will be soon enough.
    “Want to come with me?” I whisper into her ear.
    I see her body stiffen for a second, but she nods as I pull away. I smile as I take her hand and lead her away from the crowd. I hear women still shouting my name, but I ignore them. They’re not what I want. I want the woman that I’m practically dragging back to the bus.
    Once we reach the bus, I open the door and pull her inside with me. Neither of us says a word as I take her to the back of the bus where the bedroom is. Once we reach it, I pull her inside and close the door behind her. I step away and look at her again. She’s nervous. I can tell by the look in her eyes and the way she plays with the bottom of her shirt. She looks around the room, at the wall, at the dresser, at the window. She looks anywhere but at me or the bed.
    “What’s your name?” I ask.
    She finally looks at me. Her eyes scan my bare chest, taking in my abs and my tattoos, before looking into my eyes. “Uh, Jasmine.”
    Her voice quivers, making me smile wider. I love this part. I love bringing the sweet innocent ones into this room and stripping away their layers.
    “Jasmine? That’s a pretty name.” I say as I step closer to her. She closes her eyes as I lean down and run my nose along her jawline. Damn, she smells good. Vanilla and some kind of flower mixed together.
    “Thanks.” She whispers.
    “Do you know why I brought you here?” I ask as I pull away from her.
    “I… Uh, I’m not sure.” She stutters.
    “I think you’re lying.”
    She stares up at me, her eyes wide. “I .. I’m a huge fan of yours, Davin.”
    “I’m sure you are. Why else would you be at my concert if you weren’t?”
    She’s blushing now, embarrassed. “I guess you’re right.”
    We stare at each other for a