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A Certain History	By : Redneckgirl Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Slipknot Views: 2446 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Slipknot. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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‘She does it on purpose, she knows what she does to men, she fucking knows!’ said Jim from somewhere in the audience at the sold out show in Arizona almost two weeks later. Hellbound were up on the stage, and he, Sid, Mick and Chris were all out front in the crowd watching. The fact that onstage they all wore masks and were yet to reveal their identity behind those masks to the media meant they could still carry on with the anonymity of an everyday person. No one knew they were standing next to four members of the band who had just played.

‘It’s that little smile she does, she knows but it’s all covered up in that shyness she has too’ nodded Sid in agreement as they watched Jade moving to the rhythm of the music as she sang, screamed, growled and generally prowled the stage like she owned it. She did own it, and so did the other four incredibly talented young women she shared it with. But there was just something about Jade, so kind of extra sparkle that just radiated off her, even the blind could notice it. She moved in the same kind of serpentine way Axl Rose had in his hay day, the same slight sneer of arrogance except Jade’s was more of a smirk of bravado, yet she made it look a thousand times more sexy.

‘So what you averaging at?’ asked Mick, with Jim knowing exactly what he meant.

‘Twice a day, so help me I’m about this close to dragging her off into a dark corner by her hair!’ he laughed. He and Mick were talking about the amount of times a day Jim had to ‘relieve’ himself because of the influence his very good looking new friend had on his libido. Chris had been right, yet ‘ball ache’ wasn’t anything close to what he would feel when around her. Matters were only made worse later on that evening at the venue after Hellbound’s set had finished.

‘Girls, if you wanna grab a shower get your asses there now, the venue manager just told me the water gets turned off in ten minutes’ said Remi as he poked his head around their dressing room door.

‘There’s a bit of a problem with that Remi, the guys are in there’ said Charlotte as she leaned against the door frame.

‘Well either you lot go shower with them or stink until you get to a hotel next, or a venue with showers which you know isn’t easily found’ said Remi as he went on his way to load the equipment back up.

‘He’s right, it’s either shower with the boys or smell’ said Jen.

‘Yeah but we can’t just stroll on in there naked!’ said Jess, aghast.

‘Nope, so we keep our underwear on, then that gets a wash too! C’mon girls, any money says they will be more embarrassed than us!’ said Jo. And with that the girls stripped off, grabbed their towels and shower products and headed down to the shower block, strolling in casually to find nine naked men, all wondering what the hell was going on.

‘Don’t mind us boys, water is going off in about five minutes so you gotta share’ said Jade, walking straight under a free jet in the massive long shower block, all the guys laughing hard with disbelief at how bold they were just to saunter on in there, totally unfazed. When Jim turned around to see Jade stood under the shower, a cascade of water running straight down between her black bra clad breasts and over her thong clad ass he had to turn straight back around again and practically press himself into the tiled wall.

‘Oh Jeez, I gotta think of unsexy things and quick’ he mumbled, beginning to feel the stirrings of an erection at the sight of an underwear clad, dripping wet Jade. Standing next to him, Craig was shaking with silent laughter threatening to erupt from his body, yet he kept it in by pinching his nose.

‘It’s not funny dude!’ Jim hissed as Craig completely cracked up. All of a sudden, the lady herself appeared behind them.

‘Yoink!’ she announced as she reached over Craig’s shoulder and stole his razor, then turned back, smacked both him and Jim on the ass and walked away again.

‘Cheeky fucking bitch! You steal my razor and violate me!’ announced Craig, although he was amused. Over on the other side of the showers the rest of the girls were amused by Chris teasing Jen.

‘So you’ve seen mine, when do I get to see yours?’ he asked as he stood with his back to the shower wall.

‘You don’t! And I haven’t so much as looked at yours either, I’m not a perv........ much’ said Jen, briefly looking below his waist then straight back up and grinning at him.

‘See now that definitely ain’t fair!’ said Chris who then suddenly moved quickly across the floor and grabbed Jen, unhooking her bra, throwing it to the side and throwing her over his shoulder. It was the loudest scream in a shower you ever did hear since the film Psycho as Chris, still butt ass naked casually walked out of the shower block with a topless screaming Jen over his shoulder, one of the roadies in the corridor beyond capturing it on a video camera. He eventually put her down and let her go and retrieve her clothes while he sauntered into their dressing room and dressed again, suitably pleased at himself for embarrassing the hell out of Jen as she ran back to the showers wither hands covering her boobs, roadies left right and centre all laughing and wolf whistling at her.

‘Ahhh shit, I was just getting used to that too’ said Jade as the water that had been beating down on her slightly sunburnt shoulders turned off, and everyone bar Jim left the shower block. Craig was still tittering away to himself at the fact Jim couldn’t move a muscle until something had, deflated shall we say.

‘You waiting to drip dry over there big fella?’ said Jade as she walked out and grabbed her towel.

‘Something like that’ said Jim called back, dying inside.

‘Seriously though, what gives? Why you standing there in the buff instead of getting dry?’ asked Jade as the door swung shut, just leaving her, Jess and Jim behind.

‘The sight of half naked female flesh does strange things to the body of a man who hasn’t got laid in two months, that good enough for ya?’ asked Jim, turning as much as he dared to look her right in the eye.

‘Oh............ right’ said Jade, blushing and pulling her jeans and vest top back on at warp speed, wrapping her hair in a towel so big it rivalled Remi’s turban and practically running from the shower block.

‘Honey slow down there!’ said Jess, brushing her shoulder length black hair as they walked out towards the bus.

‘If I didn’t hurry the fuck out of there I’d have done something obscene to that man right in front of you’ said Jade as they boarded the bus.

‘Well go back and do it now! For fuck sake Jade you both want each other, that much is plain to see’ said Jess in her thick Texan drawl, picking up a can of imported Stella Artois larger and passing one to Jade as she levered the ring pull open with her thumb nail.

‘Oh, I dunno. We’re just friends is all’ said Jade.

‘Two words come to mind after hearing that, bull and shit. Friends you may be, but bed buddies is what’s on the cards!’ said Jess with a snigger, talking discreetly as they had just entered the lounge of their bus and found a few of their new road buddies there. An argument between a couple of members and self appointed ‘leader’ of Slipknot Shaun had meant that Jim, Corey, and Sid were all too pissed off with him to want to share a bus at that point so had joined Hellbound on theirs, since they had a few extra bunks they could sleep in and all.

‘I wish you and the others would just quit it!’ said Jade, slightly snapping but still smiling so Jess knew she wasn’t really pissed at her. She went to answer, but then shut up as the door swung open and Jim boarded the bus, the driver firing up the engine and continuing on their journey down to Mexico for the next date of the tour. Everyone sat and talked while Jade sat slightly adrift from the rest, rolling tray on her lap preparing a large joint. Border patrol meant they had to get rid of all drugs before they got to Mexico, so she was smoking the entire ½ ounce she had left in one large joint. Also, it gave her something to take her mind off Jim, who had been one of the forefront fixtures of her thoughts for the last two weeks, or rather, what she would do to him given half a chance.

She didn’t harbour a secret crush or have any feelings of romance building up in her at all over him, she knew that. All it was if she was honest was an attraction to a guy she thought was super cool. That’s it. Some people thought that her choice not to be in a relationship was all down to some secret hurt she kept, or some past trust issue she had because of the troubles she faced as a child, she wasn’t that much of a stereotype product of an abusive father. The reason she wanted to be single was pure and simple; she didn’t want to be tied down, and didn’t want the hassle that came from being tied down. After all, she was only 25 years old.

Her love life to date had had its complications, which was something she was certain of. If she were to name the two great loves of her life so far it would fall down to two people; both totally incompatible for her. The first was a man she had met on their very first tour of Europe, when they had been thrown onto the Euro leg of the Ozzfest just one week after their first tour of the US as a signed act. His name was Stefan Hober, front man of the Norwegian death metal group Abyss and he and Jade had fallen madly in love with each other on the tour, so much so that a nineteen year old Jade (against everyone’s better judgement) had moved halfway across the world to live with him in Norway after the tour had ended. Just nineteen years old and far from home she had struggled in the strange new country, but Stefan’s love had been worth it.

He made her feel perfectly at home in his apartment, taught her Norwegian and made her feel more loved and cared for than any other boyfriend she had ever had. But with that passionate love they shared also came heated arguments, and both had pretty explosive tempers. The rows they got themselves into could last for days, and both were too stubborn to back down so nothing ever got any better, and after taking this, how much money she was spending to fly back to the US to rehearse every few weeks, and the fact she missed her family terribly into consideration Jade decided he was not worth the vast amount of hassle, and called time on the relationship, packed her things and left him after just eleven months.

That wasn’t the end though. Five months after that she ended up sleeping with him again. His gorgeous dark looks just got the better of her, he knew how to get under her skin and she cursed herself afterward heavily to succumbing to him again, and deep in the back of her mind she knew part of her always would. This was proved another year on after finding out her boyfriend at the time Phil had gotten a blow job of someone else, she was so incensed with rage she had met up with Stefan when he and his band were recording in London and fucked his brains out just out of pure spite. She and Phil had to be separated from a near fist fight by Pantera guitarist Dimebag after she had thrown it in his face, but Stefan hadn’t been so fortunate when Phil caught up with him and smacked his head straight off a doorframe at high speed several times, breaking the handsome Norwegian mans nose in two places for ‘even daring to look at my woman, let alone fuck her’.

No. A relationship was not what she wanted for the foreseeable future, and there would be no going back to Stefan again since she had heard through the media grapevine he had just married a young Norwegian folk singer called Hilde and was very happy with her. She had telephoned him to offer congratulations, and been further spurred into her singleness when he had informed her ‘if only it was you I married, always know Hilde wasn’t my first choice’. ‘Fuck men!’ she had thought at the time, and now her mind was thinking the same line, but over just one man and meant in the other meaning of the phrase. She hadn’t had sex since she and Phil had split up seven months ago and she was.......... frustrated to say the least.

Now, all she had to do was catch Jim’s eye and she would slip into a daydream of wondering how his body would feel pressed to hers, how his hands would feel against her nakedness, and even more sordidly how his tongue would feel across her flesh, over her nipples and between her legs. It was almost shameful how turned on her own thoughts of him would get her. Little did she know they were tame compared to Jim’s inner musings about her, all the filth he had going around in his mind of what he wanted to do to her could have got him arrested in several states. Because of these separate feelings of wanton lust between them they had both avoided spending excess time together alone, but when they got (in the words of Frank Sinatra) south of the border, down Mexico way they would find they had a few days of just that.

A/N - Is anyone out there reading this? Do you want continuations or not? The lack of reviews concerns me, and I just don't have the time to keep posting chapters if no one is reading it so a show of hands would be lovely. Then if no one replies by the end of the week ill just delete the story. I don't mean to sound bitchy or anything like that but we all know what it's like to be pushed for time, and if no one is reading this then it would be nice to know so I don't have to put time aside to come and post lol! Thanks xx.
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