Gateway Drug | Volume I

Gateway Drug | Part Three

Warning(s): Explicit Language

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"And Dirty Stripper Viv is back!" Vince exclaims as I stare at the ceiling over Tommy's shoulder.

"Tommy," I start, catching his attention.

"Yeah?" He asks me as if nothing is wrong at all and I close my eyes briefly.

"You're shirtless. I'm shirtless. There's skin-to-skin contact and I don't like it." I say as calmly as I can and he frowns.

"I'm trying to defend your honor." He tells me and I raise a brow.

"I'm naked, laying on a grungy floor, with an audience." I point out. "I don't have much honor left to defend at the moment so it doesn't matter who sees me put clothes on." I explain and he furrows his brows slightly before getting off of me.

I pull the dress on as fast as I can, ignoring Vince and Nikki's prying eyes as Tommy still lingers between me and them, trying to block their view as best as he can until I'm clothed.

"Are you ready or not, man?" Nikki asks him with a sense of lost patience and I get Tommy to zip my dress as he answers:

"Gimme two minutes and I'll be out." He tells him, which causes Nikki to roll his eyes and turn to leave.

"What's up with him?" Tommy asks Vince once Nikki's out of earshot and Vince shrugs.

"Probably has blue-balls after that show Vivian gave us." He suggests and I shoot daggers at him with my eyes as he steps closer, pulling a piece of lint off the bottom of my dress before looking me in the eyes. "Who can blame him though, right?"

"No." Tommy and I say at the exact same time.

Tommy's idea is that I'll stay a virgin until I die. My idea is that I don't die a virgin, I just stay one until I'm married.

Vince grins like an idiot before looking me up and down, shaking his head a little.

"You keep clinging to the 'Holy Child of God' image all you want to, Viv. I give it a year before it wears off and you're begging for one of us like a bitch in heat." He states as if it's a fact.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Vince." I say dismissively, sitting down on the worn out couch to put my heels on. "As pretty as I think you or Devil-Spawn or any of these rock guys are, I have self-control. Which means I can acknowledge the idea of wanting to do something, but also recognize it's a horrible idea, so I don't do it. It has saved me a lot of trouble in my life and maybe, just maybe, if you had even the slightest amount of this magical self-control, I would be able to tolerate you more." I get my heels on and stand, taller than his height by a few more inches.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Viv." He replies smugly, giving me one last signature Vince Neil look before he steps out of the room.

Tommy pulls his boots on and stands up, putting his hands on my shoulders.

"I think we might sell out tickets tonight." His excitement matches a puppy's and I nod, agreeing with this prediction.

With the way they've been playing the past several weeks and the buzz going on, it won't surprise me if they do sell out tonight.

"I know." I feel his same giddiness, proud of his success so far.

"Drummer!" Mick's distinct voice sounds from the other side of the door.

"Kiss your girlfriend bye and come the fuck on!" Nikki says next and I stare at Tommy, who shakes off their rushing with a shrug and gives me two thumbs up before opening the door.