The meal was loud and fun, everyone laughing and talking at once, but Gail couldn’t keep her eyes off Richie, lord the man needed to come with a warning. He was dressed in black suit, clung perfectly to his broad shoulders, his fitted trousers cupped his ass, making her fingers want to run over it, and squeeze it some more. Then there was his shirt, purple of course and silk, undone to the middle of his chest. She’d caught several of her girls eyeing it hungrily, she’d glared and they’d focused on something else damn fast!
Jon had asked if they’d coordinated over the phone, and didn’t believe them when they’d said no.
Then he’d passed over the envelope Mon had brought with her and handed it to Gail. She pulled out the papers, took in all that was written, checking how holidays, overtime and other stuff would work, then she did something Jon and Richie didn’t expect, she borrowed a pen from one of the waiters and signed the contract, handing it back to a very shocked Jon.
‘But darlin you said you’d get it to your lawyers to check it…….’ He looked stunned.
‘Jon, if I can’t trust my own eyes and that you’d never screw someone over with a contract, I would have taken it to my lawyer, but I checked it over and it’s all good.’ With that she looked at her staff who’d witnessed her checking and signing.
‘Well people, while you’re all gathered here and before you’re too pissed to understand me later; I’d like to tell you I’ve just signed on to join Richie and Jon and the rest of Bon Jovi on tour, so I won’t be popping in, I’ll be travelling the globe with these pair of goons.’ The tables fell quite as her words sunk in.
Mon’s lip was quivering, she’d wanted to read the fax, but just picked it up and stuffed it into the envelope, now she was holding back tears, ‘You mean you won’t be around?’ Tears started to trickle down her cheeks.
‘Aw darlin, we’ll take real good care of her, and when we’re here touring I’m sure we could get you into a show or two, I happen to know the boss.’ Jon got up and walked over to Mon, he liked the girl and he could see how distraught she was about this; he pulled her up and into his arms, soothing her like he would Steph.
‘Mon, sweetie, I won’t be gone for good, just for, well…….’ She looked at Richie and raised her brow in question.
‘Well she’ll be back for Christmas, and she’ll be able to come back when we take longer breaks, and it’s not like she won’t have a phone or webcam.’
Mon sniffled, dabbing her eyes with the napkin Jon had given her. ‘I know I’m being silly, it’s just, well, for the last six years you’ve always been here for me. You’re like my family.’ She hiccupped again then releasing Jon she grabbed her bag and headed for the toilet.
Gail got up and went after her, closely followed by Fee and some of the other girls from work.
All the men just looked at one another and carried on eating and drinking.
‘Fuck Jon do you feel like we’ve just ripped a family apart for our own selfish needs?’
‘Yeah, tastes shitty don’t it.’
‘Totally.’
Ten minutes later all the women came back from the toilets laughing and no sign of tears from Mon, Jon and Richie breathed a sigh of relief. As the women reached the table they stood to pull out their dates seats, both men dropping kisses on their respective date’s cheeks. The other girls just glared at their dates pointing out they could learn a thing or three from Jon and Richie, the other males jumped up but their dates just sat down without waiting for them. The men glared at Richie and Jon who just laughed.
‘Okay, let’s go shake some booty people!’ Gail stood grabbing Richie’s arm half an hour later, ‘I need to vent some energy!’ Chuckles rounded the table at Richie’s leer and when he told her he’d vent it in other ways that would still get her hot and sweaty. Gail flicked him on his ear making him yelp and curse.
Mon laughed louder, ‘Richie, we probably should have warned you, piss her off and she flicks! And it damn well hurts, it’s all the massaging, makes her fingers damn powerful.’
‘You coulda said this before she signed the damn contract, now we’re stuck with her!’ Jon playfully whined only to yelp and shoot out of his chair when she nailed his ear too. ‘Fuck woman that hurts!’ Fee couldn’t stop laughing at his scared look, till Jon hauled her butt off the chair and kissed her silly. She wobbled as he let her go, smirking down at her.
Fee licked her lips and looked up under her lashes at him, ‘Jovi, I sure love your paybacks.’ With that she wrapped her hand about his neck and hauled him back to her greedy lips.
‘Oh damn, can’t you people find a room! Mai’s place no knocking shop! Now quit it and get out!’ Mai stood there glaring, lovingly, at Fee and Gail. She’d known these women for years, and it was nice to see them with these hot young men.
Gail laughed uproariously; she loved how Mai reamed them, while smiling like a Cheshire cat. She pulled the woman into her arms and kissed her cheeks, thanking her for loving them, and for the beautiful meal she gave them; and for being her friend
Richie and Jon just stared at her, hell they knew she spoke Japanese, but Chinese too?!
Fee pushed between Jon and Richie, placing an arm about both of their waists, ‘Oh boys, our Gaz is full of surprises, and you haven’t seen the best ones yet.’ She winked at them.
‘Rich?’
‘Yeah Jon?’
‘I think we’re so screwed!’
‘Ya thunk!’
After a quick goodbye, the boys giving Mai a kiss each and making her blush like a schoolgirl, they all headed out to walk to the club; laughing and joking, making people look at the large group of people and smile.
They got to the club and none of them went to the back of the line, they just piled up to the bouncers; four big ass guys nearly bursting out of their suit jackets.
‘Hey Killer, how you doing?’ Gail walked up to the biggest guy, well over six foot six and built like a linebacker, who’s smile lit up when he realised who she was, he pulled her into a tight hug which lifted her off her feet, Richie wanted to tell him to let her go, boy was he feeling a need to stake his claim on her.
‘Gaz, baby, long time, no see! Fuck girly you look smokin tonight!’ ‘Killer’ looked her up and down and smacked his lips and drooled openly, Richie wanted to kill him.
Gail threw her head back and laughed, squeezing the guy again. ‘Fuck, Bri, you’re dear wife would have your balls if I told her you were hitting on me! Now, how about letting me and my party in you fine establishment?’
‘Shit, she wouldn’t care, she knows you.’ Then he frowned and thought about it. ‘Ok, don’t fuckin tell her, she’ll have my boys for earrings, and you know how possessive she can be?’ The guy named ‘Killer/Bri’ blushed bright red and ran his finger under his collar.
Gail laughed again and Richie wondered what his wife were like if she could bring this bemoth of a man to blush and say she’d castrate him.
She leant over to him, she must have been reading his mind, ‘His wife is four foot nine, has had six children and is as skinny as the day he met her; and she has the temper of someone Brian’s size. He’s a pussycat where she’s concerned; she rules the house with an iron fist!’
Richie burst out laughing, filling Jon in on the joke; they all headed into the club, the beating of the music spilling out as the doors were opened.
