No Pulse Inside of Me
Chapter 28
Tammy’s POV:
“I still can’t believe you got my deathbat on your hip.” Brian said as he traced it with his finger. He had his head resting on my ribs as I ran my fingers through his hair. He ended up just moving his stuff into my room. It’s bigger. Why no one was using it before I got here is beyond me. We were still in bed. We’ve been up for a couple of hours, but just haven’t wanted to leave the bed yet. “I just wanted to show you that I do love you,” I said, “even if you did piss me off.” I chuckled. He looked up with a smile, “I love you too.” he said placing a kiss on my lips.
It’s been a few weeks since we got back from Vegas. Matt threw a party with our allies a week after we got back. It was to introduce me to them basically, even though they knew me, but he does it with everyone that joins. It also meant that I was forced to talk to Jacoby. It could have been worse. No one in Papa Roach was thrilled about it. There was nothing they could do to change it though, and eventually accepted it. Jacoby was forgiven before the night was over. To be honest he was forgiven before the party was even planned. If he hadn’t done what he did, it wouldn’t have brought me to Brian, and I can’t really be mad about that.
Poor Adam got ganged up on for gossiping like a teenage girl, but everything was cool by the end of the night. They weren’t really that pissed at him. Brian and Jacoby got a little too comfortable with each other for my comfort. A few drinks in them, and they started exchanging sex stories about me. Do you know how embarrassing it is to have your ex-boyfriend and you current boyfriend talk about what you’re like in bed. Looking right at you while they do, because they’re trying to embarrass you, cause apparently they’re assholes like that. They shut up pretty quickly when I grabbed their drinks out of their hands, and dumped them on their heads. At least I wasn’t the only girl there. Some of the guys brought their wives/girlfriends.
I jumped when I heard the door bell go off. “Whose here?” I asked Brian as he sat up, and started dressing. “Papa Roach. They need help with something.” he said. I nodded. “And that would be Matt.” he said when his phone starting going off. I grabbed it off the nightstand, and tossed it to him. “Like I didn’t hear the fucking bell.” he sarcastically mumbled to himself as he read the text from Matt. Probably telling him they were here. I giggled a little. He looked up and smiled tucking his phone in his pocket. Crawling across the bed, he planted a sweet kiss on my lips. “I don’t know how long this is going to take.” he said pulling away. “Okay.” He gave me another quick peck before standing and heading to the door. “OH MY GOD I’M COMING!” I heard him yell when his phone went off again as he was walking out the door.
I chuckled, and climbed out of bed. Matt only pesters him like that cause he knows it pisses Brian off. He doesn’t keep sending messages to anyone else like that, just Brian. I grabbed some clean clothes, and headed for the shower. I haven’t talked to Jim yet. None of them have shown up to the club for a show since. He hasn’t even attempted to send me a text, but he knows better. Its always best to just leave me be until I cool off. I stepped out of the shower, and dried and dressed. My phone went off when I stepped out of the bathroom. A message from Matt. Looks like I’m being summoned now. I tucked my phone in my pocket, and left the bedroom.
I made my way down the stairs, and hall to Matts office. I didn’t knock. He said if he is expecting me not to bother. I opened the door, “No.” I heard Brian and Jacoby say in unison, shaking their heads at Matt when they saw me. Well I wonder what this is about. “No what?” I said sitting in an empty seat next to Brian. “Doesn’t matter you‘re not doing it.” Brian said. Was he really telling me what I can and can’t do? “Unfortunately it’s not up to you.” Matt said asserting his authority. Yea motherfucker. “What’s going on?” I asked. Matt hesitated for a moment, like he was rethinking asking me. “Would you be willing to get up on stage at a strip club?” he asked. Oh I see. Well at least he was giving me a choice. Did I want too? No. Would I do it to help? Yea sure. This is my life now, my job. “Full or topless?” I asked receiving surprised looks from everyone. Yes that was the deciding factor. Topless I could do no problem. Full, yea not so much. Not to mention it would expose my tattoos. At least with topless, I can still keep those hidden. “Topless.” I heard Jacoby. Damn it. “Is that all?” I asked. “You’ll need to get him back into one of the private rooms.” Matt added. I glanced at Brian. I could tell he wanted me to say no. Maybe I can make him feel better about it later. “Okay.” I said nonchalantly. Again with the surprised looks. Come on guys, I can handle this shit. “Are you sure? I wanna make it perfectly clear that you don’t have too.” Matt said. “Yea as long as you guys don’t get all weird on me.” I said with a grin. I heard a few chuckles except for Brian. He didn’t seem too amused. “Then it’s settled. Problem solved.” Matt said looking at Jacoby. “You can go.” he said looking to me. I nodded and left.
The only information I’ll get about the job is the target and what my job is. None of us ever know exactly what another is doing on the job. It avoids being forced to testify against each other. The less they actually know about each others jobs, the less evidence. Everything is on a need to know basis. The only one that knows every detail is Matt. There is such a strong trust within them, they can work perfectly to a tee together.
I made my way back upstairs. I have a feeling Brian is not going to be happy when he gets done. I understand, but its not like I haven’t seen everyone of them naked. Usually they’re drunk, and either they do it themselves, or pass out and the guys do it. They left Johnny sprawled out on the kitchen island one night. I got the joy of finding him the next morning. It’s never a good idea to be the first to pass out around them.
I walked into our room, and to the dresser. I know how to make him feel better about it. I pulled out a red and black lingerie outfit, and made my way to the bathroom. Stripping of my clothes, I pulled on the outfit, and put on some smokey eye makeup. He always tells me I don’t need it, but I know he likes it when I do. I was putting on the stocking and gloves when I heard the bedroom door close. “Are you in there?” he asked through the bathroom door. He didn’t sound happy. “Yea give me a minute.” I said. “I don’t want you on that stage.” he said through the door. “Why not?” I asked. “Cause no one else needs to see you like that.” he said angry. Hope this works. I heard him push himself away from the door, and move about the room. I quietly opened the door, and seen his back to me. Creeping up behind him, I placed my hands on his shoulders. “Would it make you feel better,” I whispered close to his ear, “if you got a show of your own?” I asked moving in front of him.
I watched his eyes go wide. Any signs of him being angry was gone, and his eyes quickly filled with lust. He swallowed hard, and I ran my hands up his chest. “You know, they may get to see a little of something,” I started grabbing his hands and holding them to my hips, “but you’re the only one that gets to touch anything.” I said as I ran his hands up my body. I let go of his hands, and draped my arms around his neck as I let him do his own roaming. Our eyes met, and he grabbed my face as he smashed our lips together. Men can be so easy sometimes. I guided us to the bed, and pushed him down, breaking the kiss.
He watched me with hungry eyes as I walked to the stereo, and turned on Buckcherry’s Crazy Bitch. A wide smile spread across his face as I turned to look at him. I strolled over to him with my hands on my hips, and straddled his lap. “Standard strip club rules?” he managed to ask. “Hell no baby,” I said as I gently rubbed myself against him, “you know I love it when you touch me.” I whispered in his ear feeling him shudder slightly beneath me. He didn’t hesitate to grab my ass tightly as I rubbed myself against him.
“No. No! NO!” he yelled when his phone started going off in his pocket. I couldn’t help but start laughing. Figures. I went to move off him, but he wrapped his arm around my waist holding me in place as he fished his phone out of his pocket. “Fuck.” I heard him hiss out as he read the text. Tossing his phone aside, he looked at me with disappointment. I connected our lips one more time before he had to go. I tried to pull away, but he pulled me closer deepening the kiss as his hands started to roam again. His phone went off a second time, and he cursed pulling away.
Gripping my hips he lifted me off him, and set me down next to him. “You stay just like that,” he started leaning me back on the bed, “we will be continuing this when I get back.” he said. “Yes sir.” I said gripping his shirt, and crashing our lips together. “Motherfucker.” he hissed when his phone went off a third time. I started laughing again. He knows Matt does it to piss him off, but yet he still lets it get to him. He grabbed his phone, and stood from the bed. “GOD DAMN IT MATT!” he yelled leaving the room as his phone went off a fourth time. “COCK BLOCKING MOTHERFUCKER!” he yelled as he walked down the hall and stairs. I heard distant laughter from downstairs. “Get your dick wet on your own time.” I heard Matt just before the front door closed.
“I still can’t believe you got my deathbat on your hip.” Brian said as he traced it with his finger. He had his head resting on my ribs as I ran my fingers through his hair. He ended up just moving his stuff into my room. It’s bigger. Why no one was using it before I got here is beyond me. We were still in bed. We’ve been up for a couple of hours, but just haven’t wanted to leave the bed yet. “I just wanted to show you that I do love you,” I said, “even if you did piss me off.” I chuckled. He looked up with a smile, “I love you too.” he said placing a kiss on my lips.
It’s been a few weeks since we got back from Vegas. Matt threw a party with our allies a week after we got back. It was to introduce me to them basically, even though they knew me, but he does it with everyone that joins. It also meant that I was forced to talk to Jacoby. It could have been worse. No one in Papa Roach was thrilled about it. There was nothing they could do to change it though, and eventually accepted it. Jacoby was forgiven before the night was over. To be honest he was forgiven before the party was even planned. If he hadn’t done what he did, it wouldn’t have brought me to Brian, and I can’t really be mad about that.
Poor Adam got ganged up on for gossiping like a teenage girl, but everything was cool by the end of the night. They weren’t really that pissed at him. Brian and Jacoby got a little too comfortable with each other for my comfort. A few drinks in them, and they started exchanging sex stories about me. Do you know how embarrassing it is to have your ex-boyfriend and you current boyfriend talk about what you’re like in bed. Looking right at you while they do, because they’re trying to embarrass you, cause apparently they’re assholes like that. They shut up pretty quickly when I grabbed their drinks out of their hands, and dumped them on their heads. At least I wasn’t the only girl there. Some of the guys brought their wives/girlfriends.
I jumped when I heard the door bell go off. “Whose here?” I asked Brian as he sat up, and started dressing. “Papa Roach. They need help with something.” he said. I nodded. “And that would be Matt.” he said when his phone starting going off. I grabbed it off the nightstand, and tossed it to him. “Like I didn’t hear the fucking bell.” he sarcastically mumbled to himself as he read the text from Matt. Probably telling him they were here. I giggled a little. He looked up and smiled tucking his phone in his pocket. Crawling across the bed, he planted a sweet kiss on my lips. “I don’t know how long this is going to take.” he said pulling away. “Okay.” He gave me another quick peck before standing and heading to the door. “OH MY GOD I’M COMING!” I heard him yell when his phone went off again as he was walking out the door.
I chuckled, and climbed out of bed. Matt only pesters him like that cause he knows it pisses Brian off. He doesn’t keep sending messages to anyone else like that, just Brian. I grabbed some clean clothes, and headed for the shower. I haven’t talked to Jim yet. None of them have shown up to the club for a show since. He hasn’t even attempted to send me a text, but he knows better. Its always best to just leave me be until I cool off. I stepped out of the shower, and dried and dressed. My phone went off when I stepped out of the bathroom. A message from Matt. Looks like I’m being summoned now. I tucked my phone in my pocket, and left the bedroom.
I made my way down the stairs, and hall to Matts office. I didn’t knock. He said if he is expecting me not to bother. I opened the door, “No.” I heard Brian and Jacoby say in unison, shaking their heads at Matt when they saw me. Well I wonder what this is about. “No what?” I said sitting in an empty seat next to Brian. “Doesn’t matter you‘re not doing it.” Brian said. Was he really telling me what I can and can’t do? “Unfortunately it’s not up to you.” Matt said asserting his authority. Yea motherfucker. “What’s going on?” I asked. Matt hesitated for a moment, like he was rethinking asking me. “Would you be willing to get up on stage at a strip club?” he asked. Oh I see. Well at least he was giving me a choice. Did I want too? No. Would I do it to help? Yea sure. This is my life now, my job. “Full or topless?” I asked receiving surprised looks from everyone. Yes that was the deciding factor. Topless I could do no problem. Full, yea not so much. Not to mention it would expose my tattoos. At least with topless, I can still keep those hidden. “Topless.” I heard Jacoby. Damn it. “Is that all?” I asked. “You’ll need to get him back into one of the private rooms.” Matt added. I glanced at Brian. I could tell he wanted me to say no. Maybe I can make him feel better about it later. “Okay.” I said nonchalantly. Again with the surprised looks. Come on guys, I can handle this shit. “Are you sure? I wanna make it perfectly clear that you don’t have too.” Matt said. “Yea as long as you guys don’t get all weird on me.” I said with a grin. I heard a few chuckles except for Brian. He didn’t seem too amused. “Then it’s settled. Problem solved.” Matt said looking at Jacoby. “You can go.” he said looking to me. I nodded and left.
The only information I’ll get about the job is the target and what my job is. None of us ever know exactly what another is doing on the job. It avoids being forced to testify against each other. The less they actually know about each others jobs, the less evidence. Everything is on a need to know basis. The only one that knows every detail is Matt. There is such a strong trust within them, they can work perfectly to a tee together.
I made my way back upstairs. I have a feeling Brian is not going to be happy when he gets done. I understand, but its not like I haven’t seen everyone of them naked. Usually they’re drunk, and either they do it themselves, or pass out and the guys do it. They left Johnny sprawled out on the kitchen island one night. I got the joy of finding him the next morning. It’s never a good idea to be the first to pass out around them.
I walked into our room, and to the dresser. I know how to make him feel better about it. I pulled out a red and black lingerie outfit, and made my way to the bathroom. Stripping of my clothes, I pulled on the outfit, and put on some smokey eye makeup. He always tells me I don’t need it, but I know he likes it when I do. I was putting on the stocking and gloves when I heard the bedroom door close. “Are you in there?” he asked through the bathroom door. He didn’t sound happy. “Yea give me a minute.” I said. “I don’t want you on that stage.” he said through the door. “Why not?” I asked. “Cause no one else needs to see you like that.” he said angry. Hope this works. I heard him push himself away from the door, and move about the room. I quietly opened the door, and seen his back to me. Creeping up behind him, I placed my hands on his shoulders. “Would it make you feel better,” I whispered close to his ear, “if you got a show of your own?” I asked moving in front of him.
I watched his eyes go wide. Any signs of him being angry was gone, and his eyes quickly filled with lust. He swallowed hard, and I ran my hands up his chest. “You know, they may get to see a little of something,” I started grabbing his hands and holding them to my hips, “but you’re the only one that gets to touch anything.” I said as I ran his hands up my body. I let go of his hands, and draped my arms around his neck as I let him do his own roaming. Our eyes met, and he grabbed my face as he smashed our lips together. Men can be so easy sometimes. I guided us to the bed, and pushed him down, breaking the kiss.
He watched me with hungry eyes as I walked to the stereo, and turned on Buckcherry’s Crazy Bitch. A wide smile spread across his face as I turned to look at him. I strolled over to him with my hands on my hips, and straddled his lap. “Standard strip club rules?” he managed to ask. “Hell no baby,” I said as I gently rubbed myself against him, “you know I love it when you touch me.” I whispered in his ear feeling him shudder slightly beneath me. He didn’t hesitate to grab my ass tightly as I rubbed myself against him.
“No. No! NO!” he yelled when his phone started going off in his pocket. I couldn’t help but start laughing. Figures. I went to move off him, but he wrapped his arm around my waist holding me in place as he fished his phone out of his pocket. “Fuck.” I heard him hiss out as he read the text. Tossing his phone aside, he looked at me with disappointment. I connected our lips one more time before he had to go. I tried to pull away, but he pulled me closer deepening the kiss as his hands started to roam again. His phone went off a second time, and he cursed pulling away.
Gripping my hips he lifted me off him, and set me down next to him. “You stay just like that,” he started leaning me back on the bed, “we will be continuing this when I get back.” he said. “Yes sir.” I said gripping his shirt, and crashing our lips together. “Motherfucker.” he hissed when his phone went off a third time. I started laughing again. He knows Matt does it to piss him off, but yet he still lets it get to him. He grabbed his phone, and stood from the bed. “GOD DAMN IT MATT!” he yelled leaving the room as his phone went off a fourth time. “COCK BLOCKING MOTHERFUCKER!” he yelled as he walked down the hall and stairs. I heard distant laughter from downstairs. “Get your dick wet on your own time.” I heard Matt just before the front door closed.
Notes
Awe poor Brian :(
I would be interested in a rewrite if that’s what you feel like you wanna do. I would read the new version too, even though I don’t find anything wrong with the original.
9/27/19