Erotic Fiction

I went back to work the next day, and my boss asked if I had seen the news.
“How could you not? It’s the only thing on TV. I feel awful for his family.”
“They said his son did it, along with that Velvet group. I hope they’re all locked up for life.”
“Yeah, the lot of those savages should be shot.” I shook my head, looking incredibly distraught. He put his hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry. They’ll find them eventually, Al. Our streets won’t be safe until those damn rockers get put behind bars.” I nodded and looked like I was on the verge of tears. Perhaps I was overdoing it, but it got him to leave me alone for the rest of the day, save for a couple of times he checked up on me to see how I was coping with the loss of one of our esteemed leaders. To his eyes, I was the most devout supporter of the Mad Mother, and I played the part well.
I got a call from Loni in the afternoon.
“There’s going to be a celebration party. Wanna go?” The boss walked in just then. I waved halfheartedly and put on my mourning face.
“Can’t do it. We should stay home for a while. It’s a terrible tragedy, you know, and the streets aren’t safe with those horrible people running around, causing trouble. Not until things settle down, okay?” Loni scoffed on the other end of the line.
“Oh, I see. Well, mister fancy pants ministry lover, I’ll leave you to your method acting. Have fun.”
“I will, you know me.” I choked back bitter, false tears. Loni held back a hysterical laugh. “The emmy goes to…” and I hung up the phone. My boss walked up to my desk.
“Are you sure you’re ready to come back to work? I don’t want my most talented designer to have a mental breakdown on the job.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Take another day off. I’ll give you half pay for whatever time you need.”
“But I just got back from Philidelphia, are you sure you don’t need me?”
“Don’t worry about the firm, Al. Anyway, you’ve spent five years without a sick day, and you’ve never been late for work once. You’ve earned a few days of mental rest.”
“Thanks, Boss.”
“Anything to keep you from becoming the competition.” He chuckled. I smiled and nodded. I packed up and went home.

“You’re home early.” Apollonious smiled widely.
“The boss sent me home. He said he didn’t need his most talented designer having a mental breakdown on the job.”
“Isn’t that the truth. So, about the party?”
“Like I said, Not a good idea. That sort of thing will definitely be monitered, we do not need to put our necks on the line just for a stupid party. If you want to celebrate, we can do it in a small way over at the Nun or another place.”
“Right. You’re being paranoid.”
“No, I’m being cautious. Watch the news tonight, there will be a giant bust at the very same party you intended to attend.”
“I suppose. That’s kind of eerie, how you know those things. Are you psychic?”
“No, I’m just logical. They’re looking for that sort of thing right now, the Velvet’s playing into it’s stereotype, and if there’s one thing Mad Mother’s looking for, it’s stereotypical rocker behavior. Lay low, Apollonious. The shit his currently on a collision course for the fan for us. If we stay low, what they would consider our fault, will be pinned on two other guys.”
“That’s coward’s talk, ‘let’s lay low and let our shit get pinned on someone else’. Come on, Al, it’s just a party.”
“We’ll go to the next one. For right now, we’re on red alert. Hell, Think straight, Loni.” I shook my head.

At midnight, we heard what seemed to be the complete police force of Washington DC flying at breakneck speeds past our place, going the direction of the party. Loni’s face paled. Mine lit up like a little kid’s, and I ran to the window, watching 5 squad cars zip past the high-rise apartments to the warehouse district. I ran back to the living room, and switched the TV to a channel where they showed the bust of that very party. “See, Never distrust my intuition, Loni. We could have been there now.” I saw Dipshit and Brad on the TV, being led into one of police vans. “Looks like I’m going to have to bail out my band.” Loni pointed and laughed “LOOK, that’s my band too! Oh shit, can we go get them?”
“Depends on if they’re being taken to this precint or not.”
“oh yeah, right, the whole “don’t get caught” issue. Alright.” I grabbed my keys and Loni grabbed his coat.

We arrived at the little police shack which took responsibility for the bourough of town in which we lived, just in time to see my band being walked down the hall to the cells. It was Frank at the desk.
“Hello, Winters. I was expecting you to come and bail out your buddies. That’s why you’re here, I take it.”
“No, Frank, I’m here to report a missing cat.” I rolled my eyes and handed him cash, with a little extra for his own pocket. He deposited the money and told a rookie officer to go get the four idiots. Loni looked at me.
“Oh, right. Do you have these people, too?” I handed him a list of names. He looked it over. “Nope, I’ll call around and see where they’re locked up. Let me guess, he’s their parole officer.”
“Something like that. Trust me, none of these jackasses wouldn’t have half the brain to assassinate the minister.”
“Yeah, I figured that. I only know one person who’d have the balls to, but you were in Philly, weren’tcha?”
“Yup, Philidelphia. Fixing up a house.”
“Solid Alibi. No reason to question you further. How about him?”
“What, Loni? He couldn’t swat a fly without hitting himself in the face. That and he was house-sitting for me.”
“Ah, okay. I’ll see you around. I suggest staying out of the streets. Damn savages running around these days.” The four guys came around the corner and fought over who was going to sit shotgun.
“I hear ya, Frank. Take care of yourself and say hi to Elise for me.”
“Alright. Get outta here, you stupid punks, and be thankful that Al here is loaded, or you’d be in the tank for the rest of your lives.”
They all laughed and thanked Frank by name and we walked out to my car. Loni got in the passenger seat, and the rest of my band got in the back of the car. It was a tight squeeze. We decided to go back to my place, which was closest, and discuss the new set of songs. They talked about how awesome the party was, and how we should have been there to see this or that. I shook my head and smiled. How did I get stuck with a bunch of idiots like this?

We got up to my apartment, and everyone took their seats and started discussing how they thought the songs would be better this way or that. I brought out some beers and Loni sat in front of the television, starting up his racing game. Dipshit joined in with him and they went head-to-head, while the rest of us discussed the latest song. Louis said that it’d be good to have a solo somewhere around three minutes in, where it’d bring a higher feeling of anger into it. I agreed. “That would be good. Maybe something along the lines of One.”
“Metallica or U2?” Louis asked.
“Metallica.” I shook my head. “How is U2’s ‘One’ even close to angry?”
“Just checking.” He shrugged and laughed a bit, taking a drink of his beer.
“We were thinking about new stage outfits.” Said Brad. I shrugged “Sure, why not.”
“Well, I like my jacket. If I can keep my trench, I’ll be happy.”
“You wore that thing once, Louis. How can you be so attatched to it?”
“I just like it, alright?”
“Whatever, artist formerly named fagtard.” Dipshit piped up. He laughed.
“Shut up, Dipshit. You wear purple anything on stage and automatically you’re Prince?” Louis scoffed as he took another swig.
“Hey now. You two lovebirds can fight over this later.” I chuckled. “As for stage outfits, that’s a great idea. I was thinking of retiring the jeans, anyway. I just bought a pair of leather pants, and a really cool arm thing, very sci-fi.”
“Nice.” Louis said.
“Oh, hey, Alex, We were thinking of having you sing lead for one song. This song, I just can’t pull off the emotion well enough.” Said John. I took the piece of paper from him and mouthed out the first verse. “This is to track four, yeah?”
“Yup. You said you wanted the topic like that.”
“Certainly, and you wrote it well. I can do this.” I nodded a beat and mouthed out the lyrics some more, pacing behind the couch. “Oh, hey, I’ll need you to switch with me, then. Would you be able to?”
“I’m a bit rusty with the synth, but I guess I could try it.”
“Hell, you can just sit there and let it play while you pretend to press keys, that’s the joy about the thing.” I laughed.
“You’re such a slacker-ass, Alexia.” John shook his head and snickered.

The next morning, they called cabs and went home. I called the firm and let them know I needed one more day. The boss said it was alright. After I hung up the phone, I walked straight to bed and crashed. The best parties are the impromptu ones, anyway.