Maybe it's the people-pleaser in me but I found it hard to quiet my mind last night. Jon. I understand he's upset but I hate having people mad at or about me. Even now it's nearing 5 am and I'm lying in bed, watching David sleep. Not as creepy as it sounds.

What's the quickest way for a man to like you? Flirting doesn't work...neither does attitude...hmm...food maybe? Food could work, but what food? The guys always get lunch catered. I could try to wow them.

When's the last time they actually had a homecooked meal? My lips curl into a smile and kiss David on the cheek, slipping out of bed and into the shower. Man sleeps like a fucking rock. I towel off and dress in the dark, a small moan coming from the bed.

"Mmm baby?" His voice is thick with sleep, raspy and low.

I lean in and give him a sweet kiss. "Go back to bed, Daddy." Within a minute, he's snoring. I slip on my shoes and grab my wallet, phone and hotel keycard. I'm going to make these men a feast.

I'm waiting for the elevator when I hear my name called out. Shit. But it's only the tour manager, Paul. I smile at him and he jogs to catch up with me.

"And what brings you out this early?" He asks, looking at my attire. "You know you can't go leaving the hotel alone."

"Since when? You can't tell me what to do." I say, sticking my tongue out.

He sighs and shakes his head. "Lema said you were gonna be trouble..."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I say innocently. The elevator doors open and I step inside, turning around to face him. "I'm going out to get some things to make lunch for the guys. Cancel catering for the band, yeah?"

"You're cooking? For the guys?" I nod at his question. "Wait..." He holds out a hand to stop the elevator. "Let me call Vicky. She travels with a lot of what you might need." He dialed a number. "Hey, V! Mornin' sunshine! Got a favor...yes, again. What kinda cooking essentials do you travel with? Well...you know Dave's guest? She wants to make a big lunch for the guys. Oh okay, so you're decent? I'll send her your way." He hangs up and smiles at me. "Go down to the tenth floor. She's in 1018."

My face lights up. "Thanks!"

"Good luck," he says and allows the elevator to slide shut. I punch the button for Floor 10 and Vicky is waiting for me in the doorway of her suite. Not sure what I thought she'd have on her but her smiling face met me in the hall. She was fully dressed and her hair thrown up into a clip.

"We only have about five hours to pick up your ingredients and get them back here to cook," she said, hooking her arm with mine and calling for a car. "The guys always give me a suite with a full kitchen so lunch is zero worries. So...what are you planning? The boys aren't too picky."

"I'm trying to get Jon to warm up to me so I was thinking of my Grandma's Italian sauce with garlic bread and spaghetti. Maybe a peach or apple cobbler for dessert," I reply as we take the elevator down. "I need quite a few spices for the sauce though."

"Oh hunny, don't you worry," Vicky laughs, "I got every spice, pot and pan you could need."

We hop into the waiting car and head to the store. Nothing too interesting except for a gorgeous new purple 10-quart crock-pot and matching utensil set that I treated myself with. Messages from David...Where are you...I'm horny...Where's my Kitten...

I simply tell him I'm with Vicky and I'll see him later.

Things didn't get interesting until I saw the kitchen area back in her hotel room. I was in awe. The full kitchen was small but well equipped. Vicky turns on some music and helps me unpack all the ingredients. She shows me her chef knives and sets them out for us to use.

"My hands are yours," she giggles.

"Could you start chopping the onion and peppers?"

"Yes, Chef," she says and sets to work. "So you and DB, huh? How long?"

I smirk as the hamburger sizzles in the pan, sprinkling salt and pepper over the meat. "Talking and...together...over two years. But I've been a fan since I was a kid. I ran...erm...run a fan page about him and that's how we ended up talking," and I tell her the page name.

"That's you?! I've actually followed that page for a couple of years," she says in shock, handing over a bowl of diced onion. "Have you met his wife yet? Mrs Bryan?"

"I did and...I dunno how...Dave said she was okay with us being...together," I stammer, adding the onion and minced garlic to the pan. "Said he came clean to her after I left New York." My eyes close and I sigh, remembering that salacious week in the big city.

"Ooo you were in New York? With him?"

My cheeks burn with a blush. "I was covering the Diana previews for the page and we set up a one on one interview. He asked me if I'd like to sit with him at the preview and...it just kinda...snowballed from there. Greatest week I had in years."

"I'm happy for you, hun," Vicky smiles, handing me the chopped peppers. "Only warning I might give you is...this whole thing can turn into a boy's club real quick. Don't take offense if it does. I'll give you my cell number in case you need a female to steal you away."

I laugh warmly and mix in the peppers. "Thanks. I'll keep that in mind. Were you always into cooking or did it take off when you started working for the guys?"

"Always loved it, but I never had any professional training. Just learned from my dad. He was a chef for a time and taught me a few things," Vicky says, getting the garlic bread ready for the oven. "I did my training to be a flight attendant and got hired on by Jon 31 years ago. I've been here through Slippery, New Jersey...every tour I've personally cooked for the boys during travel."

"Damn, that's impressive. You must have a great relationship with them."

"I do," she replies, beaming. "It's my second family. Nowadays I'm the only one who can get away with calling them old fuckers and shitheads." We laugh together as she puts the garlic bread in the oven. "You seem like a nice girl. I can't wait to get to know you better if you're gonna be traveling with us!"

"Me neither," I say, meaning it. "Me neither." I finish setting the sauce, meat mixture and spices in the crockpot and turn it on to start cooking.

The reward of all the hard work? The faces and gentle sniffs of the air when they walk into a suite that smells of Italy and a dining table already set. "What do we have here?" Jon asks, lifting the crockpot lid and sniffs. "Vicky?"

"Don't look at me," Vicky puts her hands up, "I was only an assistant..." and she gestures to me. I beam at the boys.

"My homemade Italian sauce...pasta...grated parmesan and shredded cheese...garlic bread and peach cobbler with vanilla ice cream," I point out each item and Jon nods in approval.

David, however, doesn't look too happy with me. I hand him a glass of wine and flutter my lashes at him, squealing when he grabs my ass and hauls me against his body. He leans into me, lips brushing my ear and he growls, "You're gonna get it later for leaving my bed, Kitten."

I shiver and dampen my panties, the thrill of his threat and his hot breath on my skin sending a delicious shiver through me. I bury my nose in his hair, my hand cupping his bulge discreetly and rubbing gently, whispering, "Be a good rockstar and enjoy your lunch. You can thank me for it later."

His eyes flicker with lust and he kisses me hard, his hand tangling in my hair and pulling my head back so he can nibble down my neck. "Tut tut...topping from the bottom. You're a naughty girl...but you knew that already, didn't you?"

"Yes, Daddy," I reply.

"Mmmm...Daddy's favorite girl." His lips part in a wide grin and he gives me a chaste kiss on the lips before walking to the dining table. I follow him, feeling my pussy throb and pulse at his dominance.

We all sit around the dining table and I serve David first, then myself. They all give compliments on the food and eat happily, Jon downs two helpings of everything.

"Oh my God, this is so good," Jon says for about the fifth time, leaning back and rubbing his belly. "I can't remember the last time I had a homecooked meal."

"Well, it was my pleasure. I had so much fun cooking for you all!"

"Please tell me there are leftovers for tonight," Phil says hopefully.

I laugh and nod. "I got some plastic containers...anyone who wants to take some is welcomed."

"We need to get to the venue," Jon moans and stretches. "Soundcheck is in an hour. Lunch was really fucking good."

"Maybe I can bribe Matt with some to let me into your rooms," I smile, "Leave dinner waiting for you."

One by one, the guys tossed their room keys in their numbered holders onto the table. "We'll just get them from you before the concert," Jon smirks. "Thanks for the lunch."

I beam at the compliments and head back into the kitchen to start cleaning up. I hear footsteps and feel a pair of arms snake around my waist. "You're fucking amazing," David says, kissing my cheek.

"I aim to please," I say, leaning back against him. "I should do this more often."

"No complaints here...except for you leaving without telling me," he replies, squeezing me gently. "I'm going to head off to the venue, baby. Meet me there when you and Vicky are done?"

"Of course," I smile, kissing him. "I'll be there. I just need to freshen up and put on a cute outfit for you."

"Something sexy..."

"Yes, Sir," I whisper.

*~*~*

And boy did I find the perfect outfit to wear. A slinky leopard print dress, low cut with a halter style top. Of course, I remembered my choker. Finished the look with a pair of black ankle booties and teased hair. I knew it was perfect when I entered the shared dressing room and all the men did a double-take.

Even Jon. I smirk and twirl for them. Five tongues hit the floor in unison. "Like what you see?"

"Fuck, yeah," David says, licking his lips. "You trying to distract us tonight?"

I nod. "Sure as shit am."

He lets out a low whistle. "I'm suddenly looking forward to the show even more."

Jon gives me a once over, a small smile playing on his lips. "Me too."

"And all it took was some Italian sauce," I wink at him and wrap my arms around David's neck, slipping onto his lap.

He smiles and holds me tightly against him, his hands teasing my thighs. "You're fucking perfect."

My heart flutters as I gaze into his eyes. No matter how many times he calls me that, it still makes my stomach do somersaults. "Only perfect for you," I whisper.

"Damn right and you're all mine, kitten."

"Aww, you guys are so cute, it's disgusting," Tico chuckles.

"Can I talk to you two privately?" Jon asks, gesturing off towards his own dressing room. David and I exchange a look but follow him down the hall. I hear the door lock click behind me and join Dave on the couch, curling up into him just in case Jon has another tantrum.

"So, what's up?" I ask.

Jon takes a deep breath and glances between the two of us. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry."

"For what?" David asks, frowning.

"For...everything, I guess. I know I haven't been the greatest friend lately, or a new acquaintance. It's just...this tour has been painful without Richie. It's been making me fucking stressed out. Lema, you were there when I needed that physical and emotional presence. But I never thought how it would be if there was a companion with you. I've been taking it out on you guys."

"Dude, I've been there," David says. "Don't worry about it. I can't speak for her though."

My eyes dart from one to the other, fingers fiddling with the diamond collar David gave me as I process everything he said. and stand, holding my arms out to Jon. "Luckily I don't hold grudges. Start over?"

Jon pulls him in for a hug. "I'd like that." I can't help but notice the slight bulge that presses into my lower belly. I rock into him and David chuckles behind me.

"Something caught my kitten's attention. We could start the night off right," he laughs, walking over and sandwiching me between their bodies. "What panties you got on, babygirl?"

I smirk and wriggle my hips, stretching back to kiss my lover. "Why don't you two find out?" My teeth nip playfully at Jon's bottom lip.

"Oh, fuck yeah," David groans, reaching down to grab a handful of my ass.

Jon pushes me back gently and looks into my eyes. "Is that an invitation?"

"Sure is, sweetie," I say, fluttering my eyes at him and pulling him into a deep tender kiss. He holds my face in his hands and parts my lips with his tongue. I hum happily, wrapping my arms around his neck and thrusting my ass back towards my lover.

David's hands slide up my thighs to the hem of my dress and he tugs the delicate lace until I'm lifting my feet one by one so he can pull it off. I hear a zipper and glance over my shoulder to see him kneeling behind me, his face buried in my ass.

"Mm, you know I love it when you're a greedy fucker," I grin, turning back to Jon.

He grins and slides his hands down my back to cup my ass, spreading my cheeks to give David full access, his mouth dropping to my collar bone. He sucks and nibbles at the sensitive skin while I grind myself into him.

I feel David's wet tongue sliding along my slit and gasp. My hands reach back in desperation to tangle in his golden curls and rock back against his face. The two men quickly have me gasping and moaning, my knees growing weak.

Jon slides one hand up my body to tweak a nipple while the other drops lower to press against my clit. "Wet and silky," he groans. "I should have been nicer to you sooner."

I moan as he rubs in gentle circles, keeping time with David's tongue. Their ministrations are pushing me towards the edge and my toes are already curling. I can feel an orgasm building faster than I'd like and try to hold it at bay.

"Jon," I gasp. "Daddy. Stop. I...can't...quite...yet."

They both pull away immediately, stroking my thighs as they both kiss and nibble at my neck and shoulders. A finger dips into my dripping cunt and I groan, identifying a new touch. He crooks it and begins rubbing that sweet spot, David kisses my neck as Jon rubs me closer and closer to the edge.

"See that, JB? She's soaked. She wants you," David growls, kissing down my spine as he pulls away.

I whimper at the loss of contact but shiver as Jon's hands slide up my sides to squeeze my breasts. My fingers tug at his zipper, his erection springing free of its confines. David slips my dress off and I sink to my knees between them.

"Fuck, you're pretty like that," Jon groans as I stroke him and lap at the head, my free hand stroking David. He groans and tugs at my hair, forcing me to take more and more of him until I'm deep-throating him. David moans as my lips engulf his cock, a single trail of spit connecting him to Jon.

He reaches over and pulls Jon into a heated kiss, their tongues twirling. I gag as David's cock hits the back of my throat and he holds it there, rubbing Jon's ass with his other hand. He pulls out and the two rock against me, Jon's hand twisting in my hair as he guides my mouth onto him.

The two men are moaning and grunting, their pace increasing. I try to keep up, but soon find myself overwhelmed. David grabs my hair and starts roughly fucking my face while Jon does the same. Tears spring to my eyes and I can feel my throat tightening around David's cock.

"Shit, I'm gonna--" David warns but Jon cuts him off with a growl.

"So am I," he says through gritted teeth, his pace only increasing.

David groans as he erupts down my throat, Jon following soon after. I cough and sputter as they do, my mouth filling with their salty cum and hands pumping every drop from their heavy balls. The two step back to catch their breath and smile at me.

"Come on," David says, pulling me to my feet, "Lay back on the couch. Time for Kitten to give us her milk."

They lay me down on the couch and Jon spreads my legs, dipping his head down. He laps at my clit as David sucks on my tits, one then the other. I moan and rock against Jon's mouth as he massages my clit with his tongue. One of his fingers slides inside of me and he curls it forward, rubbing somewhere that has me seeing stars.

"Daddy, get up here," I whimper.

He looks up from my tits and smiles, moving up to my watering mouth as Jon eats my juicy cunt. David kisses me, our tongues dancing as his cock rubs against my thigh. I reach down and stroke him, running my hand over Jon's hair as he laps at my clit.

David breaks the kiss and slides down my body. He takes Jon's place between my legs and buries his face against my pussy. His tongue swirls around my clit, flicking against it as he slides a finger inside of me. He suckles my clit unlike Jon...he always knows what I like.

"Fuck, I'm close," I moan and writhe, bucking my hips as an orgasm builds inside of me. David sucks on my clit as he rubs my g-spot, Jon lapping at my bare lips and teasing my asshole with a finger.

"That's it, baby, come for us," Jon groans.

I moan and scream in pleasure as I come, my cunt tightening around David's fingers and splashing his hand and their faces with my juices.

"Told you she squirts," David chuckles. "Mmmm, that's it. Good girl," He wipes his face and licks his fingers clean as Jon does the same, the two men sharing another kiss.

David wipes his hands on my inner thighs and slides up my body. He kisses me and I taste myself on his lips. Jon does the same and I revel in this new man.

Jon glances down and groans. "As much fun as this is, showtime is in two hours and we still have to shower, dress and go over the setlist once more."

"And I guess I should be getting my camera gear ready for the show," I pout and get a sweet kiss from David.

"How about Jonny comes back to our room after the concert, babygirl? Would you like that?" David asks in a low seductive purr.

I beam at him and bite my lip. "I'd love that, Daddy...does that mean I'll get both of your cocks inside me?"

Jon's eyes widen and he looks at David, who grins. "You're insatiable," he laughs and kisses me. "But yes, you can have whatever you want."

I purr and slide my hands down to their groins, giving their cocks a gentle squeeze. "I want both of these inside me tonight."

"Then that's what you'll get, Kitten," David smiles.

I lean in and kiss him, then turn to Jon and do the same. "Mmmm, I can't wait."

*~*~*

While Rob is out in the arena awaiting the band to take the stage, I position myself by the backstage doors and snap photos of them walking out. David stops briefly to give me a kiss and I follow them out into the main arena. I join Rob in the pit and greet a couple fans who recognize me.

The house lights dim and the intro video comes up, an almighty roar from the crowd shakes the arena. I poise my camera and catch the guys as they come out one by one. The concert is everything I could've hoped for and more. The guys sound better than ever and the new songs are incredible live.

They play their classics and the crowd sings along to every word. David catches sight of my camera and poses for me, beaming smiles and sultry bedroom eyes. I take some shots of him with my long lens, he blows me a kiss and the crowd goes wild.

As a treat tonight, Jon announces that Dave will be singing In These Arms. Oh my.

"This ones for you, baby," he says into the mic. David's beautiful voice caresses every word and I can't help but close my eyes and listen. He makes it a point to lock eyes with me or point in my direction. Has the song taken a new meaning for him like it has with me?

The energy passed between the band and fans is electric. They play all the classics and some new ones, ending with Livin on a Prayer. All seven come towards the front of stage and take their bows, waving to the fans in thanks and gratitude.

I collect my things and head backstage again where I see Jon and David waiting by the door with security guards. They look thrilled and exhilarated from the show, bursting with energy. "That was amazing, guys!" I exclaim, approaching them.

"Thanks, darling," David grins, pulling me into his arms for a hug. He holds me a second longer than necessary and I feel his hand squeeze my ass.

"And thank you for the song, handsome," I whisper. "You sure know how to make a girl feel special."

"You're very special, Kitten," he says softly in my ear.

Jon comes over and wraps his arm around my shoulder and kisses me on the temple. "You two ready to go?" he asks. I nod and wave to the security guards as we head to the door.

I'm put in the same car as Jon and David, curling into my lover's side and smiling over at his best friend. "We still gonna have some fun tonight, boys?"

David smiles at me, "Definitely, beautiful."

"Should we take it easy on her, Lema?" Jon laughs. "She's been through a lot tonight."

"No need to go easy unless she says so," David says and slips his hand onto my thigh, squeezing it. "My kitten can handle it." I gasp in surprise and giggle.

My cheeks burn pink and I lick my lips, sizing them both up. "You know what I found to be a turn on?" I look over at Jon. "You being a bit...degrading. The alpha male bravado. The rockstar ego."

"You like me calling you a dirty little whore?" Jon asks with a smirk.

"Jon, surely you can do better than that," David says and looks over at me. "Get on the floor, my little footstool." I bow my head and kneel on all fours by his feet, removing my dress and moaning quietly when I feel the weight of his leather boots on my back. "You like that, slut?" David asks, pressing his full weight on me. "Taking the weight of a rockstar, while I sit pretty?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You wanna be less than a piece of white trash for us to fuck and toss you out?" Jon growls from his seat.

"You're gonna be our little fucktoy tonight," David says. "You like being used, don't you?" He smacks my ass and I cry out. "Answer me when I'm talking to you, whore!"

"Yes, Sir."

David slips his hand between my legs and rubs slowly. I moan and throw my head back, pushing my ass back for more. "See how much she wants it?"

"Please, Jon," I beg, looking back at him over my shoulder. "I want your cock in my mouth."

"You don't get to make demands," David says, slapping me across the face and spitting on me. "Filthy cunt." The car slows and pulls into the parking garage. David snaps his fingers for me to resume my seat and I do, yanking my dress back on. We stop by the elevators. David gets out with Jon first. "Come on, sweetheart," he growls, holding his hand out to help me up. "Time to play."