Snickering they walked through the store, Gail carrying her bags and her oil case, Richie bringing up the rear with her portable table. ‘Aw is the poor ickle baby in pain den?’
Richie couldn’t help but laugh at her baby talk. Another ‘fuck you’ was clearly heard as they pushed the door open and stepped into the backroom.
‘I believe that’s what got you into this trouble Jon.’ Gail said imperiously, looking down her nose at the prone figure on the floor.
‘Fuck in hell Fee, did you have to break him? I’ve not long mended the old fart.’ She rolled her eyes and told Richie to set up her table near Jon.
Fee went bright red and started to stutter, Richie smirked down at his brother who was glaring at Richie’s girlfriend. Richie stopped, his jaw nearly hit the spot next to Jon, his girlfriend, was that what she was? He rolled the word around his brain several times getting a taste of it. It sounded, right, it sounded, good!
‘Oh come on you’ve said it for years you’d snap him in half given the chance.’ Gail chuckled at Fee who groan and buried her face in her hands, Gail snickered harder, and then she looked down at Jon, sighed and shook her head. ‘Honey, you really are gonna have to give up swinging from the lights, I’ve mended you once, don’t make me regret having to mend you again. Least I only have to get your jeans off now!’
Jon just glared up at her, but he couldn’t help the small smirk that kicked the corner of his mouth up, damn she was funny, but hell he was in pain! ‘Earn your keep woman and stop takin the piss!’
Gail threw her head back and laughed, ‘Baby I’m not on your pay roll yet so shut the fuck up.’ Blowing him a kiss she waltzed off to the fridge to get a drink, and to leave him to stew.
‘Pay roll, yet, what are you talking about?’ Fee was looking confused.
Richie walked to her and slung an arm around her shoulders, making Fee swoon a little, damn he was a tall hunk of candy. She tilted her head, and one if she wasn’t mistaken who’d been fucking her best friend, the hair was sex hair; much like Jon was wearing too!
‘Well Fee darlin, our Gaz here has decided to run away with the circus.’ He blew a kiss at Gail as she walked back sipping a drink.
‘What! What the hell do you mean?’
‘What the o.a.p is trying to say is I’m heading out on the road with Bon Jovi as their masseuses slash chiropractor. And if Jon’s back keeps giving out like this it’s gonna be a bitch of a job!’ Richie flipped her the bird at the age crack, she laughed.
Fee’s jaw dropped and her eyes bugged out. ‘You’re going on tour with these guys? How the fuck-in-hell did that happen, and why I’m I only just hearing about it!’ Fee folded her arms and glared at Gail.
‘Yes going on tour, you were listening just now. And you’re only just hearing about it, because you didn’t give me a chance in hell to talk before you helped Jon screw his way back to his back going out again!’ Richie and Jon chuckled as Fee went bright red and rolled her eyes at Gail, saying semantics!
Jon reached out and tugged on Gail’s jean leg, she looked down, ‘Darlin as much as I love the view and the repartee, can you please do something for my back?’ He’d been holding back but damn his back was killing him.
‘Oh shit Jon I’m sorry.’ With that Gail became all business, she opened her large tote and pulled out a rolled padded mat, she flicked it out besides Jon; Richie gave her a questioning glance. ‘We can’t get him up, so I have to start on his back down on the mat, I’ll have to turn him onto it a bit at a time, then I can work on him till he can stand on move over to the table. Okay Jonny, this it going to hurt a bit.’
She put the mat right up next to him, undid his jeans in preparation, noticing no underwear, she shook her head, and took hold of his arm, telling Richie to be ready to slide his hands under Jon to stop him falling backwards, then she gently started to pull Jon towards her, moving his leg over the other to help him turn. After a few minutes of manoeuvring and bitten back oaths from Jon, they finally got him onto his front on the mat; and then Gail went to work on him, divesting him of his jeans, and making a crack about bouncing a quarter off his taut ass, Richie huffed, she laughed, Jon called her a crazy bitch.
Checking the time she realised it was now gone seven, ‘Fee phone Mon and tell her we’ll be delayed but should get there, but not to bitch.’ Then turned back to Jon; Richie watched her work on him and marvelled how those long fingers found the right places so easily, he shifted his growing erection and told it to back off.
‘Okay I’ve told her, she’s pissed, but I told her to bite me, and we’ll see her when we see her, if we do.’ Fee looked at Jon and frowned talk about making a balls up of things, then she watched Gail’s hands run over his back and the little green monster raised its head, she took a crow bar to it and beat it back into submission.
‘Oh we’ll make it, he’s nicely loosened now, so we can get him onto the table and a few adjustments and he’ll be good as new. Fee, honey, stop beating yourself up! Why don’t you go get a shower and start to get ready? After I’ve done, Richie can take Jon to the hotel, then we can go ou..’
Jon interrupted, ‘Richie can get me to the hotel so we can change! I’m not spoiling your evening Gail, we are going with you. Fee baby I’m going to be fine, she’s already workin her magic on me, plus I’m from Jersey baby, hard as nails!’
He spoilt is as Gail hit a bad bit and he yelped, his ears went a shade of pink, ‘Tough my ass Bongiovi!’ She snickered; he glared at her, ‘Okay time to get your old ass up and on the table so I can finish you off!’ She laughed as from on his front he flicked her the bird, she held out a towel for modesty stating Fee may know what it looked like, she didn’t want to know, Richie said amen to that.
Between Jon and Gail, they managed to get him on his feet and over to the table without too much trouble, and she carefully started to manipulate him.
Fee watched and felt terrible, fancy buggering up a rock god’s back, ‘Okay, seeing as he’s moving, I’ll hit the shower. Jon, I’m sorry.’ He crooked his finger at her and she knelt at his head.
‘Stop apologising darlin, shit happens, you didn’t ask me to move that damn box I volunteered! So shoot me I tried to impress you and ended up with my back going out.’ He raised his head a little more and puckered up, when she hesitated he told her not to make him go after her, she laughed and kissed him softly.
‘Hold the damn phone! You didn’t put your back out while doin the dirty? But lifting a fuckin box!?’ Richie looked at them incredulously eyebrows into his hairline. ‘Shit Kidd, only you could do something so, well, stupid! Wait till the guys hear this one.’ With that he doubled over laughing.
‘Sambora, you’ve got a dirty mind!’ With that Fee flounced out of the room and up the stairs to her apartment, well, loft, Richie’s laughter ringing through the place.
‘Tell em asshole and I’ll let them in on what happened in Germany that time.’ Jon growled at him.
Gail’s eyed Richie as he went white then red, ‘Oh hell Jovi you are gonna have to spill that one sometime.’ She snickered loudly.
‘No, the fuck he ain’t, and to bring out the Germany card for something this, well, normal, man you’re so whipped!’ Jon extended the middle finger and Gail just chortled to herself, damn she’d need to work on Richie and see if she could get him to spill………..
She worked for another ten minutes till she was sure everything was how she’d left it last time, she slapped his ass making him jump, ‘There you go, all better now.’ And walked over to wash her hands, ‘Just remember, no lifting anything heavy or fucking Fee too hard and it should be okay.’
Jon gingerly sat up and stretched a few times, nothing locked up and everything that should move now did, ‘Darlin, you are a miracle worker.’ He hopped off the table and walked over and kissed her soundly, making Richie growl. ‘Thank you Gaz you’ve been a god send, and it’s going to be interesting having you about.’ He winked and headed back to his clothes and got dressed while she took the table down and Richie helped her repack the car.
‘Okay, you guys scoot, I’m going upstairs to get ready, and we shouldn’t be too late getting to the restaurant. We’ll meet you there.’ And as they both started to protest she told them that wherever they were staying it wouldn’t be economical for them to come back to pick them up to drive across town again. Begrudgingly they agreed and Jon phoned for a car to pick them up.
Richie crowded her and wrapped his arms around her hauling her to him to kiss her till there was no longer any air in their lungs. ‘Go upstairs, we’ll go when the car comes for us and we’ll see you in about forty-five minutes at Mai’s.’ He kissed her again, swatted her ass and pushed her towards where Fee had disappeared.
‘Later Richie love, and make sure Atlas over there is careful will you.’ She blew a kiss at Jon, and left them alone, Richie laughing, Jon bitching.
‘Come on Atlas lets get you back to the hotel and changed. And for fuck’s sake bro, try not to screw your back up again. I don’t think Gaz will be happy if you do, and they tours not that far away!’
Jon told him to fuck off; they bitched at each other till their ride arrived and headed back to change and meet their ladies!
