Kate glanced over at the roadies blocking their path with a well, a grimy, sleazy grin. "Are you sure about this?"
Elena stepped forward and smiled at the roadies. "Come on guys, let us in."
The slimy grin grew wider. "Awww I’m sorry pretty ladies, but the band already met its quota of pretty ladies tonight. Maybe next time."
Elena's brow arched, "You must be new. Get Michael." Her voice was firm, although the hint of a bit of tremble was there. "You really dont wanna keep us out here, I promise ya that."
The guy looked her over appraisingly, liking the petite figure. He glanced at his buddy who was staring at the redhead like she was dinner and dessert all rolled into one. "Well I can give you a few suggestions of how to get backstage pretty girl."
Elena's lips thinned as her anger started to burn. "I won’t be giving anyone that kinda service, neither will she. Now open the door and let us in." the urge to flip him was rising hard and fast. If he kept it up she was probably gonna hurt one solid wall of man.
Kate crossed her arms over her chest, self conscious now that the concert was over. Her tank-top was pretty flimsy. "Look here, darlin'." She dipped low into her southern sweet. "If we go missing for very long you'll have a world of hurt coming your way."
The roadie’s chuckle was dirty and damn near indecent in its darkness. "Oh you can get backstage, All ya gotta do is put that pretty mouth on my buddy there while itty bitty here does me.
Elena's growl flew as she reached forward and quickly flipped the man onto the floor. "YOU don’t talk to ladies like that!"
"Holy shit, Elena!" Kate jumped back out of the way. "Sweet Mary, girl, don't kill the boy!"
Elena glanced back at Kate as the other roadie loomed in to grab her. "Touch me and I'll hurt you asshole. "She shook her head, "they have to learn how to treat a lady."
"Babe, they aren't used to ladies." She turned back to the remaining guard. "Why don't you give Michael a call before she kicks him into the concrete, darlin'."
The floored roadie leapt up, a frown on his face as he grabbed for Elena only to find himself face first on the floor a tiny foot at his neck. "to quote a popular boxer, I fight like a butterfly and sting like a bee, and you jackass wont be getting hands on me."Her gaze was burning hot with anger as she turned to the guard and smiled that deadly scary smile. "You might wanna get Michael dude."
Kate tried to haul Elena off of the guard only to get her own arms wrenched behind her and her face pressed into the concrete wall. "Get off me!"
"Quiet down Southern Belle."
Kate pushed back, the stench of his rancid breath made her stomach heave. "Why don't you just call Michael? He can verify who we are?"
The security guard shook his head. "Little lady, women will try anything to get to the band, including claiming family relationships. And your little friend there just proved how unstable you are."
Elena turned, the murky anger shining in her eyes. "Are you stupid or just plan insane? How many girls would fight a man his size just to get inside?" She screeched as the slimy tall roadie leapt up and grabbed her, pulling her arms behind her back. "Lemme go asshole!"
"We'll bring you to the security office and see just how many cops will need to get involved."
Kate felt the zip of a plastic tie cinch around her wrists and swore. Jon was going to kill her if she got arrested tonight. "Elena!? Don't you and Richie have a code word for security or something?"
Elena struggled against the man, her heel coming down hard on his instep. "We will now damn it all."
Kate groaned as they passed a few straggling fans. "Shh, Elena, calm down or we're going to be in serious shit. These guys are just doing their job." Embarrassment and horror crept up her spine. This was not how she'd envisioned this trip. How could she have lost her damn laminate? It was the size of two credit cards for fuck's sake.
Elena muttered as she was manhandled into the office, "You think that’s bad? I'll never get past front stage again dammit." She glared at the security guy. "You are so gonna lose your job."
"Yeah, yeah, cupcake. So you say. I also hear this about fifteen times a night." The tall one said.
Kate groaned. She just bet he did. She slumped into the chair near the door. "Just kill me."
Elena frowned at the guard. "Yeah but I can make it stick. I'll make you a bet tall skinny and ugly. Call Michael, Ask for Jon or Richie and ask them if a Teensy can get your ass fired."
The guard grinned, "And If you can’t?"
Elena's grin went devilish, "We'll do what you asked to get backstage."
The shorter, stockier man grinned. Kate nearly gagged. His teeth were dark and yellow with coffee and smoke stain. No wonder his breath smelled. Sweet Mary. "Jon's going to kill me, seriously."
The shorter guard shook his head. "Man, these two just won't give up on the grift to get backstage. You shoulda just sucked my dick."
Kate gasped and swung out with her booted foot, catching him in the balls. "Fuck you, you piece of shit."
Elena started to laugh. "Way to go Katydid." She looked at the security guy and stood up advancing on him. "CALL them now asshole."
The shorter of the two limped to the phone. "Fucking bitch. I don't want either of them on my cock at this point." He dialed. "Get me Michael," he barked into the phone, cupping his balls.
A drunk sounding voice came on the line, "Uhh yeah?"
"Hey this is Roger down in security detail, we have a couple of girls that are really adamant that they know the band."
"Oh really?" Alec sat up straighter on the couch. He'd busted with all the girls tonight and was sitting alone. Hell even the all mighty Jonny was chatting up a chick while his girlfriend was on the premises. What the fuck did he need to do to get some tail, huh? "What's the chick's name?"
"Uh..." He turned to Kate. "What's your names?"
"Elena Sambora and Kate Morrison, asshole."
He repeated it into the phone, but Alec had already heard the shrill voice of the prince of Fucksville's woman. Good Christ, she was annoying. He was glad she didn't make most of the tour dates. "Yeah, uh...I don't know any Kate and Elena. Looks like you got yourselves some wild ones."
"Who am I speaking to, sir?"
"Oh, I'm Michael."
"Thanks, Michael. We'll take care of things."
"Yeah, yeah...you do that."
Elena glanced up, her smile widening. "So now take us backstage."
He laughed and hung up the phone. "Looks like you're sucking my cock, sweet thing."
Elena's eyes went wide with shock. "I don't fucking think so. What the hell did Michael say?"
Roger leaned back on the small counter. "Said he's never heard of you. Looks like the little one is all talk." He said to the taller guy.
"She don't need to talk," the taller guard said. "In fact, I like to shut a woman up with a good--"
"If you say cock one more time you piece of shit, I'm going to have you arrested so fast-"
"Yeah, yeah. All talk," Roger said with a leer.
Elena's eyes narrowed. "And how do you know you were speaking to Michael Francis huh?" Her gaze swung to the big one leering at her. "You step one step closer to me and I'll make you forget you had balls when I kick them in."
