Claiming Addison

By: Zoey Derrick


“Just keep your dick to yourself, Dex,” I tell him but he isn’t shaken. I shake my head.

“Come on, Addison, back here.” We turn a very short corner then another one headed toward the back of the bus. Immediately ahead of us is a door, closed. Kyle points to it. “That’s Talon’s room. And this,” he points to a black curtain “is our room.”

“Our room?” I say, trying not to scream. Of all the people on this bus I have to share a room… oh. He pulls back the curtain and beyond it are two bunks, similar in style to the ones where Dex and them sleep, but these beds are slightly bigger and there is a lot more headroom between each bunk and the ceiling.

“Top or bottom?”

I turn to him. “Huh?”

“Which bunk do you want?”

“Oh.” Jeez, Addie, get your shit together. “Whichever you don’t want.”

He rolls his eyes. “I haven’t picked one. I knew you were coming, so I wanted to let you choose.” Ah sweet…gag.

“Um, I’ll take the top.”

“Good choice.” He looks at me; his eyes are on fire with the words I’ve just spoken, as if I’ve just agreed to be on top of him. A shiver runs through me and I can feel my nipples harden. Fucking perfect, my body has a hard-on for the manager and my pussy is crying over Talon.





I may have had a 7 year dry spell, but I’m not a prude. I’m sure you’re probably thinking that right about now, but honestly, I’m not. There’s just too much in my history and in my life to make me want to lie down with any man and spread my legs. In fact, I haven’t done that in over seven years. The reasons why are unimportant, but after Dan’s accident, men just never looked at me the same. Maybe it was because I got my boob job and it brought out the dogs and drooling idiots, or maybe it’s because I put out a ‘don’t touch her’ pheromone that drives men away. Who knows and frankly I’m not sure that I cared, until now. Talon is the first man to ever excite me, down there, and well, Kyle is having an impact too and it’s unsettling for a girl who’s spent seven years working, not fucking.

“Okay, we get a closet. It’s small, but there are some hangers in there. Go ahead and put your stuff away, get yourself settled. Mouse will be in shortly and I can introduce you before we all sit down and talk,” Kyle says as he turns to leave our tiny space. To call it a room is an understatement. There is no curtain separating my bunk from the world, but there is a curtain separating our shared space from the bus, so I guess that’s a good thing, right?

“Alright, thanks.” I take a look around. There’s some floor space between the side of the bunks and the walls and a good chunk of floor between the curtain and the long edge of the bunks. I notice too that the beds are wider than the ones the guys have and I almost feel guilty taking the wider bunk, leaving bigger guys to sleep in smaller spaces.

The closet is about two feet deep and filled mostly with shelves. There are a couple of drawers.

“Oh, the top two drawers are yours.” Kyle says from the entryway before he ducks beyond the curtain. I can hear the guys talking but it is muffled so I can’t quite make it out.

Anyway, thankful for drawers and hanging space, I set about emptying my duffle and some of my suitcase. I’d thrown enough clothes into my duffle bag to get me to Vegas tomorrow where we’d be in a hotel. I don’t unpack everything, but I do hang up the couple of my dresses I brought along with me, and put my undergarments in the drawers. I don’t wear bras much because of the surgery; it’s rather unnecessary. I still pass the old pencil test. You know, the one where you put a pencil under your tit to see if it stays or if it falls. Believe me, it falls.

A few minutes later I’m satisfied enough with my progress. I don’t know whether or not I’ll get back here before the show. I need to chat with the guys, especially Kyle. I need to know what he needs me to do besides my PR job.

I go back into the main cabin of the bus. Dex, Talon, Kyle and Peacock are sitting around the tables in the ‘dining room’ and the one I haven’t met yet is working on his bunk. I come to stand next to him and he stops dead in his tracks, staring at my black peep toe pumps and deep purple nail polish on my toes. I watch, with a smirk, as his eyes slowly slide up my exposed legs in a very slow manner. I roll my eyes and shake my head. I hear a bunch of laughter coming from the couch and I chuckle.

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