Rock (Hard Rock Harlots #4) by Kendall Grey

Author:Kendall Grey [Grey, Kendall]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Howling Mad Press
Published: 2015-03-02T00:00:00+00:00

Bitch Said WHAT?

After paying the cabbie, I pass Banging Betties’ bus on the way toward mine. Lizzie, Eliza, Beth, and their manager, a perfectly coiffed gay (I think) pit bull of a man who’s always dressed in expensive suits, stand nearby talking to a woman with a microphone. He looks like a fashion model next to her. Dude is tall and toned, dudded to the nines in Armani or some other fancy-sounding brand, with short-cropped, wavy brown hair meticulously styled to project an I-just-woke-up-from-a-fabulous-night-of-shagging look. Kinda reminds me of a twenty-five-year-old Matt Bomer. Too bad this guy’s such a prick.

A cameraman waits on standby, checking his watch. And, oh look. There’s Jillian, off to the side, gazing longingly like the nerd who’d kill to be part of the popular girls’ circle.

She’s pathetic. My blood boils at the thought of her sneaking around with her tongue down the backs of those bitches’ drawers. Does she really think no one’s noticed?

Fuck. I’ll deal with her later.

Lizzie’s smoking a cigarette, flicking ashes here and there, her smirk setting off the highlights in her slouch. Her springy red curls are the only bouncy thing about her. She’d actually be cute if it weren’t for the perma-dour frown. Not even the thick, fake eyelashes or wholesome freckles can tame the disgust she exudes. I’ve never seen her smile. Except maybe for the time she incited me to riot in the parking lot.

The others laugh about something the wolfish manager says as camera dude hefts his wide-lensed gear onto his shoulder. I venture closer, using the bus’s shadow for cover.

“Hey, everyone. I’m Anna DeVille, talking to Lizzie Smith, Beth Wesson, and Eliza Guns from Banging Betties. What’s it like headlining the Get Your Rock Off Tour?” The woman with the mic thrusts it toward Lizzie.

Lizzie straightens and pastes on an obviously fake smile. “It’s great to play for so many fans. We’re really excited about the response we’ve had.”

“Not only are you headlining, but last night, you won ‘Newcomers of the Year’ in the Rock Hard Awards. What an honor! Must be an incredible feeling.” This “Anna” chick lays on the ass licking thick. It’s a wonder she doesn’t have to scrape her tongue after all the shit she’s lapping up.

Wait a minute. Banging Betties won that fucking award? Fuck. Me. Those cunts no more deserve that shit than they do a Nobel Peace Prize. I clench my jaw and inch closer.

Lizzie nods. “It is an incredible feeling. We’re proud of the work we’ve done to make rock music better—”

Bitch said WHAT? Oh, fuck you, you egotistical CUNTBAG!

“—and we hope to extend some of the success we’ve had to the other bands on the tour.”

My fists tighten at my sides. I count backwards as my blood pressure climbs.

“Let’s talk about the other bands,” Anna says.

Lizzie shifts her weight and hitches her hands to her skinny hips. “Yeah, WitchSMUT is one of my favorites. They’re good friends. We have a lot fun with them. DomMob too.”

I snort.

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