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Behind The Music	By : SavageWords Category: Individual Celebrities > Gerard Butler Views: 1424 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Gerard Butler. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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- 2-Chapter Two
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Author: Amy (SavageWords)
Title: Behind the Music
Rating: 18+
Fandom: Gerard Butler
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gerry or anything that is connected to him. I however made up the rest of the characters including Danielle Reese.
Summary: When Gerry gives up acting to pursue a music career he wasn’t prepared for the turns his life was about to take. When his first record goes platinum he prepares to head out for his first big tour. That’s when On The Beat magazine sends Danielle Reese into his life. As a reporter Danielle was supposed to tag along on tour with him. Convinced he’s destined to be another one hit wonder, Danielle is less than impressed with her newest assignment. But then life never works out as planned…
Pairing: Gerard Butler and OFC

Chapter One

“My mother was right. I should have been a nurse.” Danielle muttered as she grabbed another tray of drinks. Balancing the tray on her shoulder she walked out onto the floor. There were times when being a reporter was a fulfilling job. Right now was not one of them. Sent into the deepest seediest place in Las Vegas, she was determined to get her story. No matter what it took. Growling low in her throat, Danielle tried her best to balance the tray on her shoulder. She was not meant to be a waitress, especially at a strip club. “It’s all for the story.” She kept telling herself. When her magazine sent her to Vegas they promised her a big headlining story about the truth about Vegas strippers.

“Hey watch it. Don’t damage the merchandise.” A teasing voice called out from in front.

Jerking to a complete stop, Danielle nearly avoided running into a slightly taller woman. The drinks on the tray sloshed in the glasses, almost spilling. Danielle’s eyes widened as she grasped the tray tighter. “Oh god, I’m so sorry Star.”

Star, one of the dancers at the club, smiled warmly at her. “Hey it’s ok kid. I was just messing with ya.” She patted Danielle’s arm playfully. “I see Hector has you running around like a chicken with your head cut off again?”

Danielle rolled her eyes. “Don’t get me started on him tonight. He’s been after me for weeks to start dancing. He’s already been at it tonight.”

Star chuckled. “I bet when you took this job you never thought you’d be working so hard, did ya?”

“Anything for a story, that’s my motto.” Danielle grinned. Star was one of the few at the club who knew she was really a reporter. In fact, Star was one of the dancer’s stories she was telling in her future article. A single mother, Star would do anything to make money to raise her daughter. Even with a bachelor’s degree in history, she could make more money as a stripper on the Vegas Strip than in a classroom as a teacher. Right now when her daughter needed her the most, Star chose the Strip.

“Hey what are you two doing here, just standing here gabbing?” Hector, the club’s manager, growled as he walked over. He moved his dark piercing eyes over to Star. “There is a table full of men with fists full of money in the far corner. Go.” He pointed his finger.

Star gave him a look of disgust. She gave him a mock salute. “Yes Sir. You command and I serve.” She rolled her eyes as she walked away.

“Remember that!” Hector called after her. Then he turned his eyes on Danielle. “You, I want those drinks delivered to V.I.P room 5. We have a special group in there and I want them treated like gold.”

“I was just on my way. Keep your britches on.” Danielle muttered as she proceeded to walk past him. “I only have two arms.”

“You know if you would cooperate a little more you might be able to get a promotion to dancer.” Hector’s eyes roamed over Danielle’s body. “You are a pretty little thing and could make a lot of money here.”

Giving him her best fake smile, Danielle shook her head. “Sorry, thanks but no thanks. I like being a waitress.” She quickly walked past him, trying to shake the icky feeling that passed over her. She shuddered as she felt his eyes on her. “Ugh as if.” She muttered.

Hector stared at her. “Not so fast little lady. I’m coming with you. I want to make sure you don’t screw this up. This guy is important.” He pushed Danielle a bit. “He doesn’t drink so you better have that Coke on that tray.”

“It’s right here!” Danielle snapped. Her patience was wearing thin. Only a week left of this and she could get out of this place. The only thing she would miss was the girls. Her opinion on strippers was forever changed after meeting some of the really nice girls here at the club. Hector was the reason why she wanted to bolt right now. He was a horrible manager, treating the girls like meat.

Reaching V.I.P room 5, Hector opened the door for her. “Now smile pretty. Do anything he wants you to. Remember you are getting paid for it.” He warned.

“Oh of course.” She replied sarcastically as she walked into the room. Keeping her hatred for Hector at bay, she put on her best smile. The first thing she noticed was the group of guys that filled the small room. There were six guys present. Some of them sat along one of the couches on the far wall. Two of them stood near the back of the room. One sat in a plush black leather chair, his back to her.

Hector followed her in and put on his greasiest best used car salesmen attitude on. “Gerry my boy, I hope everything is satisfactory here?” He walked towards the man sitting in the chair, patting his back.

The man in the chair turned and gave Hector a half smile. “Sure mate.”

“Where are the girls?” One of the men sitting on the couch yelled out. “You promised us girls! Poor Gerry here needs to relax. He needs a good lapdance to loosen his ass up.” The other guys started to chuckle.

“What about some drinks first?” Hector motioned for Danielle. “Danielle serve these men. First round on the house.”

“As you wish, master.” Danielle couldn’t help but mutter as she walked around to start handing the drinks out.

“Ooo feisty. I like this one. A redhead to boot. Nice eh Gerry?” One of the guys snickered as Danielle handed him a beer.

“Who’s the Coke for?” Danielle asked as she looked around.

“That’s for me, love.” A heavy Scottish brogue filled the air, causing Danielle to turn around to face the man in the chair. Now that’s a sexy voice, she thought to herself. As she turned her eyes went wide a bit. For the first time she got a look at the owner of the sexy voice.

The guy sitting in the chair was gorgeous. She had to give him that. He looked to be tall; his body almost seemed too big for the chair. He had broad shoulders that were covered in a black leather jacket. Underneath the jacket, he wore a white button up shirt that only had the middle two buttons done. With the cotton of the shirt trying to hold back the muscle of his chest, the buttons were at their breaking point, almost popping open. Around his neck lay a silver strand with some sort of medallion hanging from it. The faded jeans he wore seemed to strain over his powerful thighs, drawn tight over the crotch area. She blushed as she quickly moved her eyes upward. His hair was a rich brown color with a few highlights. It was long, much longer than was truly fashionable today. It brushed against his broad shoulders, definitely giving him the image of a rock god. His squared chin was covered in a full beard that was trimmed neatly. But it was his eyes that had her attention. They were a vivid green color that seemed to call to her. Eyes seemed to be the windows to the soul, and his were no exception. Framed by long lashes, they were sexy as hell.

“Here you go.” Danielle found that she couldn’t hold back the smile that threatened to appear. As she handed him the glass of Coke, their fingers brushed against each other. She felt the sudden jolt of electricity pass between them.

“Thanks, love.” He winked as he took the glass. “Much appreciated.”

“Yea, our Danielle is quite a girl. She is just a waitress now. But give her a couple of weeks and she’ll be one of our best dancers here.” Hector smirked as he watched Danielle hand out the other drinks.

“Well hell, why wait?” One of the guys in the back called out. “Let’s see what you can do, honey. Why don’t you give our buddy Gerry a treat? What do you say Gerry?” A chorus of Hell Ya went up around the room.

“She’s beautiful, Ger.” One of his friends stared at Danielle openly.

Gerry lifted his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him. Beautiful wasn’t the word he’d use right off. Fucking gorgeous was more like it. He took a sip from the Coke as he stared at her over the rim of his glass. Even though she was just a waitress, she was dressed like she could be a dancer. The red velvet pants she wore hung low on her curvaceous hips, dipping a bit lower than her navel. He caught a glimpse of her bare midriff, which included a flat stomach. She was tan, her skin casting a golden glow. His eyes trailed upwards to land on a pair of full breasts, covered by a matching red velvet tube top with white lace trim. He couldn’t help but lick his lips as he stared. Then he heard her clear her throat. His eyes jerked upwards until they met hers. Her eyes were almond shaped and a deep emerald green. She gave him a sarcastic smirk. Bobby was right. She was a redhead. Actually her hair was more like burnished red copper, flowing in waves over her shoulders and down her back.

“You know if you want Gerry, Danielle here will give you a lapdance.” Hector smirked as he pointed to her.

Danielle’s eyes widened as she glared at Hector. She wanted to scream out, No she will not. But if she did that she would blow her cover and the story. Screaming inside, she clenched her fists. She prayed silently that this guy would see she was only a waitress. Come on guy, don’t do this, she silently prayed.

Gerry smirked as he looked up at her. He reached out and ran his long fingers up and down her leg. “Yea. I think I’d like that.” His green eyes dazzled with naughtiness.

“Well I’ll just take this.” Hector grabbed the tray out of Danielle’s hands. He ignored the scathing look she was giving him. “Danielle you heard the man. Dance for him. I’ll just go take back this tray. Have fun.”

Glaring at Hector over Gerry’s head, Danielle knew that this was going to be her last night here. She had more than enough for her article. She had wanted to stay the extra week to talk more with Star. But she could just call her. She couldn’t stand another night working under Hector.

Gerry could see that Danielle, as Hector called her, was nervous. Looking over his shoulder, he called out to Hector. “Hey, do you have some girls for my band? I mean why should I get all the fun?”

Hector nodded excitedly. “Sure, come on boys. I have some of the best girls out on the floor.” He motioned with his hand.

As the band stood, Bobby smirked at Gerry. He knew all too well that Gerry wanted this one for himself. “We’ll be out there if you need us.” Bobby winked at Gerry as he began to walk to the door.

Danielle watched them all leave and a knot began to form in the pit of her stomach. It was one thing to be left alone with the sexy highlander. But it was something entirely different to have to dance for him. She swallowed the lump in her throat as the room cleared out, leaving them all alone.

When the door clicked close, Gerry looked up at the woman who stood before him. “Your name is Danielle then?”

Looking down at him, she nodded. She hated to admit it but she liked the way her name rolled off his tongue. Ugh what is wrong with me, she screamed to herself. He’s not the first good-looking man to come in here.

“You know I won’t bite, love.” Gerry chuckled. He sat up and reached out to pull her closer to him. As she moved closer, she straddled his knee as she stood before him. “So Dani, is it just me or am I getting the vibe you’ve never done this before?” He ran his fingers up and down the side of her legs, trying to be comforting.

“I’m just a waitress. One that Hector loves to pretend is something else.” Danielle finally spoke. “And the name is Danielle, not Dani.” She gave him a fake smile.

Gerry raised an eyebrow. “Then I’m glad to be your first, Dani.” He emphasized her new nickname. “So come on, let’s not waste time. Dance for me.” He leaned back in the chair and smirked at her.

“Well we should have music, shouldn’t we?” She retorted as she moved away from him. Walking over the wall, she turned the knob that was half way up the wall. Turning it to the right, the room was suddenly filled with music. Keeping the volume low enough to talk over, she walked back over to Gerry.

He watched as she straddled his knee again. He noticed how her thighs seemed to hug his as she looked down at him. Before she got ready to dance, he sat up. “Hold on, let me take this off.” He began to peel the black leather from his body. The jacket slipped from his shoulders and he yanked it away from his body.

“Here let me help you.” Danielle took the jacket and tossed it on the couch across from them. “Feel better?”

Leaning back in the chair, Gerry nodded. “Oh ya.” He grinned up at her. “Now where were we?”

Danielle tried to control her shaking hands. She tried to remember what Star had showed her. Being here for three months showed her some moves, but not enough to get her out of the situation she now found herself in. A new song started to play over the speakers. It was a slow seductive tune and Danielle found herself moving her hips along to the beat. Star had told her the main thing was to make the man feel comfortable. Taking a deep breath, she began to run her fingers over his chest. Her palms ran over the cotton of his shirt. When she slid her hands closer to his neck, her fingers left the safety of the cotton to venture onto the hot hardness of his skin.

Gerry found he was holding his breath as she began to explore his body with her fingers. He looked up at her, and found that she couldn’t look him in the eyes. A shy stripper, he chuckled to himself. That wasn’t something you found everyday, especially in Vegas. Then she moved to straddle his lap and he let out the breath he had been holding in a long slow hiss. Not being able to contain himself, his arms snaked out to wrap around her waist as he pulled her onto his lap.

Letting out a small gasp of shock, Danielle slid on his lap until her legs were practically around his waist. She saw the smirk that was now plastered on his face, and she fought not to growl. Keeping her composure, she rocked her hips against him, keeping with the beat. Leaning forward, she let her chest brush against his as she placed a hand on each side of his head.

Moving his hands around to her back, Gerry slid his palms up and down her spine. He could feel that she was stiff, trying to avoid touching him. Moving his hand up to the back of her neck, he chuckled. “I’m not going to hurt ya, love. Relax. This is supposed to be enjoyable.”

For who, Danielle ground her jaw. Yet, she knew he was right. She was supposed to be making sure he was having a good time. Pulling back a bit, she reached for his shirt. Keeping her eyes down so she wouldn’t have to look at him, she unbuttoned the two buttons that held his shirt closed. Using the flat of her palms, she pushed away the material, leaving his chest bare. Soft dark brown hair dusted the top of his chest, curling around flat brown nipples. Moving with the music, she arched her body against him. Her hands slid up and down, her fingertips grazing along his nipples.

Gerry sucked in his breath as he felt himself growing hard against the buttons of his jeans. Such an innocent touch shouldn’t have had that effect on him. But the way that Danielle wouldn’t look at him combined with the way she let her breasts brush against his chest had him nearly gasping for air. He moved his hands over her shoulders and down her arms. “This is what I’m talking about.” He murmured as he slid his hands up her arms and down over her shoulders.

“Sorry I’m not more experienced in this sort of thing.” Danielle found herself apologizing, much to her chagrin.

“Trust me love, you’re doing just fine.” Gerry choked out as she raked her nails lightly up and down his chest. When she did it again, he couldn’t hold back the small moan. “Fuck ya, love.”

Danielle pulled up as she turned around. She sat backwards on his lap, straddling his thighs. Suddenly his arms wrapped around her waist as he pulled her back against his chest. She moved an arm up to curl around his neck. She wasn’t really dancing anymore, just using her hands to caress him. Oh how she was going to kill Hector for this!

Nuzzling her neck, Gerry moved his hands down to slide over her thighs. The velvet of her pants teased his palms. He never got this physical with a stripper before. Usually it was the quick lapdance and that was it. This wasn’t even one of the best lapdances he had ever received. It was obvious Danielle had no experience in stripping. Yet there was something about her.

Danielle clenched her jaw as she felt his hands on her. She hoped this song would soon be over. But God was listening to her prayers as the V.I.P room’s door opened. Both Danielle and Gerry jerked up, as Gerry turned to look at the intruder. He frowned when he saw one of his friends standing there. “What is it, Mikey?” He did his best not to growl at his friend.

Mikey could see that it wasn’t the best time. “Uh hey sorry Gerry. Doc’s here and we have to go.” He gave an apologetic grin.

Gerry swore under his breath. He looked at Danielle and sighed. “My manager is here.” He looked over at Mikey. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

Mikey nodded. “Sure thing.” He popped his head out of the door, letting it close behind him.

Danielle quickly got off Gerry’s lap. “Well it’s been fun.” She tried to keep her voice polite.

Nodding, Gerry reached for his jacket. “Yea, it’s a night I won’t be forgetting soon.” He grinned at her. His voice filled with his sexy accent.

“I’ll walk you out.” Danielle went to walk ahead of him.

“Wait. Hold up.” Gerry grabbed her wrist, halting her. “Just a minute.”

Danielle turned to look at him. “What?”

He dug in his pocket and pulled out a hundred-dollar bill. “Here. This is for the dance.”

She shook her head. “I can’t take that, really.”

He stuffed the money in her palm. “Take it. Trust me, after what your sleazy boss put you through, you deserve it.”

A small smile crept over her lips as she looked up at Gerry. “Thanks. Yea, one touch from Hector and I’m running home to take a hot shower.”

“The guy is an asshole.” Gerry chuckled. He held out his hand. “It was nice meeting you, Dani.”

She reached out and shook his hand lightly. “Nice meeting you. Have fun in Vegas.”

Letting go of her hand, Gerry began to walk towards the door. Looking back at her, he winked. “Oh I’ve already had my fun.” He gave her a short wave as he walked out of the door, leaving her alone.

Staring down at the money, Danielle felt a mixture of guilt and sadness. As much as she liked the girls here, it was time to move on. It was obvious that this wasn’t the place for her. Her place was in front of a computer typing up her articles. It was time to get back to the real world.

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The phone kept ringing, and Danielle ran out of the bathroom. Clutching the yellow towel around her body, she practically dived to reach the phone. Grabbing the worn receiver of the hotel phone, she was out of breath as she answered. “Hello?”

“Hey Danielle. It’s Charlie. Out of breath? Just what are you doing there in Vegas?” Her editor chuckled on the other line. “I hope your not enjoying being a stripper too much to come back to us?”

Danielle growled. “Very funny smartass. For your information, last night was my last night here. I’m coming home. I have more than enough info for the article.”

“Well I’m glad to hear we will get another great piece out of you. But nix the trip home.” Charlie told her.

“Why is that?” Danielle’s eyes narrowed. “What is going on?”

“Take a couple of days and write up that article for me. Then I want you on a plane to your next assignment.” Charlie responded.

“Next assignment? What new assignment?” Danielle demanded. “You promised me that if I did this piece for you, I’d get my vacation.”

“I know. I know kiddo. But this is too good to pass up.” Charlie argued. “I want my best reporter on this one.”

“Charlie was is going on?” Danielle sighed tiredly. “Enough of the bullshit. Just tell me what you want.”

“Straight to the point this morning, aren’t we?” Charlie chuckled.

“Charlie!”

“Ok ok. Have you heard that new song out, Sleeping With You?” Charlie asked.

“No, I’ve been buried in a strip club for three months.” Danielle shot back. “I haven’t had time to listen to music. Why?”

“Well it’s a hit song and the CD it’s on just went platinum.” Charlie told her. “The singer, Gerard Butler…hang on.” Charlie pronounced his name, JER-ARD. “Yea that’s the guy, this Gerard Butler is going to be the next biggest thing. Not only here but really big in Europe.”

“So who is he?” Danielle asked.

“He used to be an actor. He left all that behind and is now into music. This record is the real deal. Well his first headlining tour is this summer and I want you on it. I want to know everything about this guy. We are going to do a full feature on him. I want everything Danielle. You are going to be tagging along for the world tour.” Charlie laid it all out.

“Charlie, you promised. Vacation remember?” Danielle groaned.

“I know kiddo. But do this for me and I’ll give you a month off. How does that sound?” Charlie asked.

“Tour all summer with this guy?” Danielle sighed. “Used to be an actor? Tell me I’m not dealing with another J Lo here, Charlie. I’m not wasting my time on another actor who thinks he can sing.”

Charlie’s laughter erupted over the phone. “I wouldn’t do that to you, Danielle. No this guy is the real deal. He was a hell of an actor too. Tell me you’ll do this?”

There was silence for several seconds before Danielle groaned. “Fine, but I’m serious. I want a month off for this!”

“I swear to god!” Charlie yelled excitedly. “I promise kiddo. Now just write up that stripper thing for me, and then head to LA. The tour is kicking off there. There will be several dates here in the states and then the tour heads over to Europe. I’ll make sure everything is set.”

“You better.” Danielle grumbled. Why she got talked into these things was beyond her understanding. Maybe because it’s Charlie gave you your first job, she told herself. “Just send me the info on this guy. All I want to know is where to meet him and what time. I’ll let my instinct do the rest.”

“Thank you so much, Danielle. I owe you one.” Charlie gushed on the phone.

“Yea yea. I’ll talk to you later Charlie. I need to go type up my article to have it done. After all I can’t keep fancy pants waiting for his world tour, can I?” Danielle grumbled. Before he could say anything more, she hung up on Charlie.

Flopping back on the bed, she stared up at the ceiling. Why did she agree to do this? A whole summer on tour with a rocker. Was she nuts? “I can do this. After all I get a month off in return.” She spoke aloud. “Oh what the hell am I thinking?” God it was going to be a long summer…
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