Rock Radio by Lisa Wainland Page A

on.”
    They had two beers before heading back up to get ready for the show.  Cody had a good buzz going.  He felt better.
    “Thanks, man,” he told Harper as they headed to the show.
    “I told you, Cody, you’re a rock star.  There’s another girl for you.  Don’t hang yourself up.”
    “You’re right.”
    The guys entered the club.  It was a huge venue, bigger than any they’d played so far.  The owner came to greet them.  “We sold out your show,” he said.  “I appreciate that.  Good luck tonight.”
    They began setting up their instruments.  Cody wandered to the bar.
    “Gimme a shot of tequila.”
    The bartender looked at him.  “You sure?  Before you perform?”
    “Why do you think I’m so good?” Cody replied flippantly.
    “Okay.”
    Cody gulped down the shot.  “Another.”
    The bartender raised his eyebrows and obliged.
    Cody threw the liquor down his throat, letting it scorch its way down to his stomach.  Who needed Laura?  Certainly not him.
    The band took the stage to an enthusiastic crowd.  Cody sang his heart out, parading around the stage with renewed vigor, every bit the star.
    They finished their set and the crowd went wild.
    “Great show,” the owner said, coming backstage to congratulate the band.  He opened a cooler filled with beers.  “Let’s toast,” he said, “for an even better show tomorrow.”
    Cody took the cold beer and drank it like soda.  He was hot, sweaty and thirsty.
    “I’m going to mingle,” he said, grabbing a second can.
    Cody walked out into the crowd.  His tight leather pants stuck to his skin, his trademark white shirt damp with sweat.  The ladies didn’t mind.  They surrounded him the minute he came out.
    “Cody!  You’re amazing!” a brunette with huge breasts said, pushing her body against his.
    “I think so, too,” said a short, pink haired girl as she grabbed his ass.
    Is this what he’d been missing all this time?   Going like a good boy back to his hotel room after every performance to call Laura?   Laura.  Just the thought of her made his blood run cold.  She took his heart and smashed it...like what they had meant nothing.  He didn’t need her.  He didn’t need anyone.  He proved that to himself when he was fifteen and took a gun to his father’s head.  No, now was the time to enjoy the fruits of his labor.  And right now he was staring at two of the biggest melons he’d ever seen.
    “Cody, I just love your voice,” a voluptuous bleach blonde cooed, sidling up to him so he could fe el her curves.  She looked nothing like Laura.  Dark red lips, low cut shirt, lace black bra peeking out.  She had his attention.
    “Thanks.”
    “I think you’re amazing.”  She looked up at him with I want you eyes.
    “Is that so, beautiful?” he said, wanting to see how far he could take this.
    She slowly ran her tongue across her lips.  “Yeah.”
    Her adoration was a powerful aphrodisiac.  “So why are we still here?”
    He took her back to his hotel room and tore off her blouse, kissing her intently.
    “Oh, Cody!” she squealed with delight, wildly tearing away his clothes, revealing his tanned, muscled frame.
    He unclipped her bra with ease removing it with his mouth.  This was revenge sex.  His hands moved intently down her body, deftly sliding off her skirt.
    “Cody, you are amazing!” she murmured running her hands across his body.
    You see Laura, someone wants me, he thought as he ripped off the blonde’s panties and threw her on the bed taking everything his ego desired.
     
                                                                          *              
    Cody woke up the next morning with a huge headache.  He barely remembered the night before.  He rolled over and saw the naked girl next to him.
    Oh, yeah.
    The drinks.
    The show.
    The sex.
    He didn’t even know her name.  He tapped her on the