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Too Young To Fall In Love

March 1982
The Rainbow Bar & Grill

So we were seated in a booth, keeping King and Warren company. I noticed how my blonde bitch was still put out since he chose to ignore us as his brown eyes scanned the club. I silently patted myself on the back, rather proud I found a way to make Vin tow the line. Hell yeah, the platinum whore wouldn't be dropping his pants from here on in. Like hell Vin would allow me to mount up Stephen.

Just then a big-tittied waitress appeared with our dinners. Warren was having the rib eye, while King would be dining on the prime rib. Vin just ordered a hamburger and I would be feasting on pork cutlets. The lush attendant set down another pitcher of beer, ensuring to fill Vin's glass and she cast him an inviting smile.

I slightly grumbled since Vin's brown eyes were gazing at her lush décolletage. Christ, I could just see the vision in his head, knowing he wanted to suck on her massive tits. Yeah, the waitress was right up my boyfriend's alley: dyed blonde hair, tiny waist, long legs and a rack that would put Dolly Parton to shame. Her skirt was illegally short and with the way Vin licked his pouty, lower lip, I knew he was wanting to raise her dress, tug down the attendant's panty and feast on pussy instead of his hamburger.

"Just eat your goddamn meat," I muttered under my breath, hoping the dumb blonde would get my double meaning.

Vin scowled, finally drawing his gaze away from Miss Big Tits.

Warren and King seemed to notice the tension between us.

I began cutting into my cutlet, pretending it was my boyfriend's face I was massacring with the knife. It really irked me. The smugness had vanished because it dawned on me I wasn't winning this round. The bitch was only being faithful because of my threats and I realized I longed for Vin's monogamy of free will, not because of blackmail. After all, who the fuck wants to force such a thing from someone? I wanted Vin to turn down the hot chicks and cool dudes for the very reason only I could do it for him.

But it was apparent I was failing, seeing how the bleached bitch professed we were too young to fall in love and couldn't take his greedy eyes off of the legions of sluts parading around in next-to-nothing.

And Stephen couldn't have picked a better time to show his face, much to Warren and King's dismay. The lead singer of Ratt wore a killer outfit: leather pants, something that resembled a vest and his curly hair dangled so suggestively in front of his smokey eye.

"Hey," Stephen said with a forced smile as he glanced to King and Warren. He ignored Vince, not bothering to greet my boyfriend and directed his attention at me. "Good seeing you around, Sixx." He reached over then, pulling up a chair.

Vin gave something of a snort, his appetite disappearing. "Excuse me," he muttered. "Gotta use the john." He rose and strutted away.

Normally, I'd be tickled pink by this situation, but the ole jealousy was surfacing since the crowd seemed to part, making way for Vin as he sexily sauntered to the bathroom. Right away he was swallowed up by the throngs of people quickly followed him.

Stephen didn't look impressed. I swore his face turned green with envy. Then he focussed his attention back on me. "Party at your place?"

I nodded, well aware everyone missed the /Motley House/. "Sure."

"Looking forward to it," Stephen drawled in a teasing voice. "Later." He rose and left.

Warren and King both breathed sighs of relief.

I knew they wouldn't be at the party. Now that they knew where Stephen would be after the Rainbow closed, those two would be hightailing it back to Warren's for a night of fucking.

***
The party was in full swing. Everyone was present except for Mick, Warren and King. As usual, it was the same sorta gathering. Vin and Stephen were holding court, trying to outdo one another and it looked like my blonde bitch was winning since he had the most people gathered around him.

Just then Stephen left his throngs of admirers, spotting me sitting on the counter in the kitchen. He jumped up beside me, ensuring to sit close enough so our thighs touched. Then he looked over to Vin, who was still so caught up in the festivities to notice what was going down. Satisfied we wouldn't be disturbed, Stephen cast me a coy grin.

Okay, it stroked my ego a smidgen. I mean, here was a guy ready and willing to do whatever I asked of him.

I stole a peek at Vin. Christ, why couldn't the whore give me the same kind of attention Stephen was lavishing me with? Then again, that meant Vin would have to stop admiring himself for a wee spell and finally take a good look at someone else besides his own tight, toned, tanned body and pretty face. Yeah, the blonde bitch would have to be willing to give up the attention he craved and apply it to someone other than him. Shoot, the guy epitomized narcissism. Fuck, the Greeks got it all wrong. It wasn't Narcissus who embodied excessive self-interest and self-love, it was my friggin' boyfriend. The darn word should be called Vincissism since he could put that mythological Greek youth to shame.

Sure enough, the blonde bitch had his pose just right, one leg sassily planted in front of the other. Even made sure and gave his silken locks a sexy shake while gazing under his sleepy, bedroom lids at his throngs of hangers-on. And of course he was prattling off a story in his sensual voice that made the girls swoon and the dudes laugh.

Cripe, my biggest competition wasn't the guys and gals who fawned over this man. It was the mirror, seeing how Vin happened to be periodically catching a glimpse of his reflection in the veranda door.

"Uh, Sixx, I'm right here," Stephen huffed in annoyance.

I craned my neck since I'd been ignoring this poor fella. Yeah, just like everyone else here, I couldn't seem to take my eyes off of Vin. I moved closer to Stephen, getting a bit cozy so we wouldn't have to shout at each other over the music.

Hah, I never even tried and it worked. Now that I was no longer watching Vin like a hawk, I realized my boyfriend was staring at us. Ooh, he didn't like the fact I stopped carefully observing him. Yeah, Stephen was my ace in the hole. I had no intentions of fucking the dude, but this sexy male was probably going to bring Vin around, make the blonde bitch finally realized he wanted my love and longed to give me his love.

***
It must have worked. We were rehearsing the following day and Vin had been bitchy all morning. I was growing rather annoyed since he never took the time to sing in key during our practice sessions. I mean, I put my heart and soul into our songs, and he was forever giving half-assed attempts, almost as if rehearsal was beneath him. And right now his vocals were ten-times worse, all just to spite me, I figured.

So I motioned for Mick and Tommy to stop playing, which they did.

Then I looked to Vin. "Sing in key," was all I said in a cool voice that warned him I meant business. Yeah, he was my bitch, but there wasn't a chance in hell I was gonna put up with this shit any longer.

Vince slowly pivoted, brown eyes flashing with annoyance. "Is there a problem?"

"Uh huh. This is called practice. It means we all decided to take the time out of our day to gather here and rehearse our songs. And if we're gonna give one hundred percent, you're also expected to give all you got."

A snort as he shook his blonde hair. "Look, maybe your two flunkies adhere to your every order, but it doesn't mean I'm gonna. You come off like you own this fucking band. Just remember something: when O'Dean was your frontman, nobody wanted anything to do with the Crue. Fuck, not even the back-alley bums would put up with sitting through a set of such crap. But once I joined, thing sure changed, huh? It means people come to see me with three dark-haired guys backing my vocals.

"So if I gotta carry this friggin' band, I'm conserving my voice till the actual show. Got it? Good."

"Just shut the fuck up, stop your whining and start singing. In key," I added.

Vin's eyes narrowed to the point where I could only see slits. "Sing your own fucking songs! I quit!"

I gasped when his mike zinged by my head and he turned, storming from the room.

Tommy stared at his lap and Mick looked away. I guess the wild look was in my eyes. All I did was set my bass aside as I calmly followed Vince. He was outside trying to hotwire the big Caddie convertible Coffman rented us since I had the key.

I casually leaned on the passenger side door. "Get your ass back in there right now."

"Gimme the fucking key," Vince snarled under his breath.

"I said get your ass back inside."

"No."

"Get your ass inside."

"No."

Bam! My fist hit the door, which made Vin jump.

"Welp, guess I'm gonna have to ask Stephen to front the Crue if you're gonna be a--"

Smack!

Okay, enough was enough. I couldn't believe this blonde bitch dared to slap my face. I must have looked like Lucifer reincarnated because Vince shrank back, but even though he was filled with fear, his ego wouldn't allow him to back down.

"Fine. You want Stephen. Go ahead. Ask Stephen to join. Watch your audience disappear," he said with a sneer.

All I did was reach over and yanked the bitch from the car, tossing his feather-light body over my shoulder as I marched us back into the studio. Then I casually dumped Vin on the floor, walked over, scooped up the mike and flung it down on his flat stomach.

"Start singing."

I think Vin was relieved I hauled his cute ass back inside, seeing how we both came to the conclusion he didn't wanna quit the band and be replaced by the likes of Stephen Pearcy. Nor did he want good ole Stephen taking his spot in my bed. Oh, Vin would never admit it, but I knew it to be true cause he listened this time and actually sang in tune.

Okay, I won another battle. I really had to find a notepad to keep score. My plan of attack was slowly being mapped out in my head now that I unearthed this slut's Achilles heel. It was his one statement that gave him away: Look, maybe your two flunkies adhere to your every order, but it doesn't mean I'm gonna.

Fear. He was afraid to be truly claimed, determined not to give up the steering wheel. Kinda made me think back to our first meeting when I saw his sweet, vulnerable side flashed up for a tenth of a second.