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Chapter 7

That afternoon Phoenix left the venue shortly after Chester had gone mental and tried to break his door down. He had walked out of there with a wicked sneer plastered across his face; he was planning the finer details of his plan for tonight. It was nothing that was going to cause serious injury.. just serious distress. He walked along the pavements of the London High street when he saw what he was looking for. He walked into the shop and a few minutes later came back out carrying a box containing the vital ingredients. All that remained to do was set it all up.

The guys had spent some time chilling after the gig that night. Spirits were higher than they had been in a long time. After a few hours spent drinking and partying in a trendy club, Mike was feeling tired. He was yawning uncontrollably every few minutes, fighting the gravity pulling his eyelids downwards. Brad looked at him with a look of amusement on his face.

"Feeling sleepy?" he laughed at Mike's drooping head, and elbowed him playfully, making him jump." You're such a lightweight" he teased.

"I don't know why, I had the same amount of sleep as the rest of you and you're all fine" he said gesturing at Chester who was in the middle of the dance floor doing some energetic solo-moshing. Rob, who had been dancing beside him, was now moving quickly away to avoid getting smacked by Chaz's flailing limbs. Brad chuckled at the sight but Mike was too tired to laugh. He yawned again, almost dislocating his jaw.

"Right! That's it, I can't stay awake, I'm heading back to the hotel ok?" he declared.

"Yeah, See ya later dude" smiled Brad, looking back to the activity on the dance floor and deciding to go and join in. Mike stood up and stretched lazily before walking out of the club. The hotel was only down the street so he was there within a couple of minutes. Walking from the elevator to his room, it occurred to him that they hadn't seen Dave since the show.*maybe that's why we're all having such a good time* he thought bitterly.

He sighed with relief as he finally reached his room. He walked inside, dragging his feet along the carpet. He looked at his watch; it was still early, only 12.30am. He took off his shoes, socks and pants and climbed into the king-size bed.

"Aaaahhhh" he groaned, glad to finally get lying down. He closed his eyes but immediately opened them again. He felt something against his bare legs; a tickling sensation. He reached his hand down under the covers to scratch it. Something tickled his hand. He pulled his hand back up, only to be greeted with the most horrifying sight imaginable. His worst fear. He yelped, shaking his hand frantically, hurling the spider across the room. He threw off the covers and leaped out of the bed recoiling in terror. The whole bed was crawling with big, hairy spiders. Their black bodies were like big spots of dirt on the white sheets. Some of them had been crushed already when he lay on them
and their gelatinous, brown insides made circular shaped stains on the cotton. He stood frozen with fear, his arachnophobia preventing him from moving.

He looked down to find dozens of the creatures still clinging to him. His body trembled, and eventually after he released several blood-curdling screams, he was able to move. He jumped around the room, doing a petrified dance; waving his arms and legs in frenzied circular motions. But they wouldn't come off. He screamed again and ran towards the door. He opened it out onto the corridor, still screaming his lungs out and slammed into the wall on the other side.

Chrissy; a girl who was staying in one of the rooms next-door to his, heard the hysterical screaming and had opened her door to see what was going on. She screamed when she saw the sight in front of her; Mike from Linkin Park, was thrashing around the corridor in boxers and a t-shirt. It was only after asking herself why he was screaming like a child that she noticed the spiders clinging to him and cried out in disgust (she hated spiders).

"Help me! Get them off, Get them off, Get them off!!!" he screamed. Chrissy looked around for something to use and spotted a red fire extinguisher hanging on the wall nearby. She ran to get it and pulled out the ring. She aimed the nozzle at Mike and sprayed him. He screamed again, this time because of the freezing water hitting his body. It worked; the force of the water knocked the spiders to the floor where they lay curled up into little black balls. Mike collapsed
against the wall, soaking wet and almost hyperventilating.

"Are you ok?" she asked, still holding the fire extinguisher in her hands.

"Yeah. Thanks," stuttered Mike. He offered a weak smile to the slim blonde but he was shivering violently now and his chattering teeth turned the smile into a grimace.

"I think you should go inside and warm up," she advised.

"I can't go back in there!" he cried as he stood up painfully, water dripping from the soaked t-shirt clinging to his chest.

At that moment, Phoenix poked a head out of his room next to Mike's.

"What happened?" he asked indifferently.

"There was spiders.. ugh" he couldn't say it without visibly shuddering.

"Ok" said Dave flatly.

"Can I sleep in your room tonight?" pleaded Mike.


Mike turned to Chrissy who had finally put down the fire extinguisher.

"Thanks again" he said gratefully.

"No problem" she smiled. Mike followed Phoenix back into his room and shut the door behind him. Mike headed straight for the shower. He turned to water on as hot as he could stick it and scrubbed himself
roughly. He couldn't get rid of the feel of the spiders on his skin. Finally, when he had stopped shivering, he stepped out and dried himself off. He asked Dave to lend him some clothes; he put them on and walked back into the main room.

Dave was sitting on an armchair staring into space. Mike immediately felt that discomfort that he had come to associate with time spent with him lately. He was also angry with him for what had happened that morning but he wasn't going to go crazy like Chester had. Besides Brad said that he wasn't sure if he really was pushed, and had told them not to take matters into their own hands.

"Aren't you goin to ask me what happened?" asked Mike, breaking the uneasy silence.

"What happened?" replied Phoenix in his usual insincere tone.

"There were spiders everywhere dude, EVERYWHERE! I've never been so scared in my entire life!" exclaimed Mike.

"That's too bad" offered Dave. Mike couldn't believe him. *That's too bad?!* Come on!! He turned away in disgust; Phoenix knew he had arachnophobia. The least he could do was pretend to be sympathetic!

"What I wanna know is how they got there. I mean that many spiders don't just find their own way into someone's bed!"

"Yeah, I guess" Phoenix had to turn his head away so Mike wouldn't see the malicious grin spreading across his face. He was really enjoying himself. But he hadn't even started yet. This was just for fun; the real trouble was still to come.

Chapter 8

While Mike had been having his hellish confrontation with his phobia, the rest of the guys were still out at the club having a good time. Chester had tired himself out from moshing like a lunatic in muscle spasm; he was now sitting at a table with Brad, Joe and Rob. They were all pretty well hammered at this stage and sat laughing like idiots at stupid things; like how many beer mats Joe could fit into his mouth.

“Time for another round I think” piped Rob noticing the empty bottle sitting in front of him. He stood up from the table, swaying noticeably. He stood a second to regain what was left of his balance and walked towards the bar. He was about 15 yards from it when he saw the unmistakable figure of Tuesday; the big-breasted, judo ass-kicking angel that had dislodged the mars bar from his throat earlier that day. He ambled over to say hello. He came up behind her and poked her gently in the sides, making her jump. She swung around to face him, ready to pummel whoever had prodded her. She saw it was Rob and relaxed, flashing him a grin.

“Don’t do that to me!” she laughed.

“Why did I hurt you?” he giggled.

“No, but I might have hurt you!”

“Hey I saw you keeping the crowd in order at the concert”

“Yeah, they were a rowdy lot”

“So… you here on your own?” Rob tried to ask as casually as possible but Tuesday knew what he wanted to know.

“No, I’m not here with a guy” she said matter-of-factly.

“Good… So what do you want to drink?” he asked.

“I’ll have a Vodka and coke thanks.”

Rob bought the drinks and they walked to a small table in a less crowded corner of the club. They sat down and chatted easily about themselves; what food they liked, what were their favourite films, the usual getting-to-know-you stuff. After a few minutes Rob was completely infatuated with her, he couldn’t restrain himself any more and suddenly leaned in and kissed her long and hard on the lips.

Tuesday was the first to break off. Rob moved towards her again to resume but she playfully backed out of his reach.

“Down boy!” she teased.

“Wanna go somewhere a little… quieter?” Rob asked hopefully.

“Hmmmm… I don’t know…” she said frivolously. She had every intention of going with him; she just wanted to play a little. Rob made his best ‘come-to-bed’ eyes at her and she gave in.

“Yeah lets go.”

They left the club and walked back to the hotel. By the time they reached Rob’s room they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. As they passed Chrissy’s room, Tuesday stopped, recognising it as the one she had visited yesterday to see her friend; who was in town for a few days. An idea struck her.

“Hey Rob… would you like to do something a little bit more fun?” she asked seductively, biting her lip.

“Ooh I’m intrigued. Sure why not?” he replied.

“Ok, you go ahead into your room, I’ll be there in a couple of minutes” She waited until he entered his room before knocking on Chrissy’s door. She answered after a minute looking as if she had been asleep. Her eyes lit up as soon as she saw Tuesday and she threw her arms around her in a friendly hug.

“Oh my God Tuesday, you’ll never guess who is staying in the room next to mine!!” she squealed excitedly.

“Eh, a member of Linkin Park?”

“How’d you know?”

“I’m here with Rob, we’re just going to have a little fun…but you what would be a lot more fun?” She raised her eyebrows at Chrissy. Chrissy smiled, she knew exactly what her friend was suggesting; something they had done before and enjoyed. Her blue eyes sparkled; her and Tuesday had a strange relationship; most of the time they were normal platonic friends who met up for shopping or a night out every once in a while. Other times, they had more than friendship; they had fun, nothing serious.

A couple of minutes later, Rob opened his door naked to Tuesday and her cute blonde friend. They were both wearing the same mischievous grin and the same white hotel bathrobes. They pushed him back into the room and onto the bed. *This should be good* he thought happily. Tuesday made the first move; kneeling over him on the bed and kissing him intensely, caressing his tongue with her own. He enjoyed the feel of her tongue piercing on his lips. His hands moved all over her body; finally massaging those huge breasts that he’d been waiting to get his hands on. He was so caught up with Tuesday that he momentarily forgot about Chrissy.

This didn’t last long though as he felt her lips close around his stiff dick. This was ecstasy; being pleasured by two girls at one time, he was going to be doing this whole threesome thing again, that was for sure! He felt himself close to climax and started thrusting faster. His orgasm came like an explosion, filling Chrissy’s throat with sticky jism.

He lay breathing heavily, smiling up at the ceiling. His attention was drawn by the sound of the two girls soft moaning. He sat up to see Tuesday lying on top of Chrissy on the floor, licking her nipples. Rob pursed his lips; this was getting better and better. Tuesday worked her way down Chrissy’s body, finally reaching her target. Chrissy moaned again as Tuesday did her magic. Chrissy arched her back, releasing a breathless cry of satisfaction. After a few minutes they noticed Rob still sitting looking at them, on another boner.

They moved to the bed; Tuesday lying on her back being given oral pleasure by Chrissy who was entered from behind by Rob. With the three of them making no effort to quieten their moans and groans, there was quite a racket coming from the room. People returning to their rooms from late nights out grinned when they realised what was going on, most of them wishing they could go to the room and join in.

It was nearly closing time at the club so the guys decided they had better leave. Having had their drinks brought to them for the last hour, no one had attempted to stand up. Now was the moment of truth. Chester, who had drunk more than the other two, was completely smashed. He tried to get up from his seat but instead landed flat on his face on the floor. He lay there for a moment before asking a very serious question.

“Hey guys, am I on the wall or the floor?” he sounded confused. Brad and Joe laughed uncontrollably, making a joint effort to pick him up off the sticky carpet. Chester made a fair attempt at standing unaided but had to lean on Joe and Brad to avoid falling onto the wall again.

“Oooh, everything in here looks like noodles,” he giggled. The three staggered out of the club and by complete fluke arrived into their hotel an few minutes later, only after arguing with Chester who had went into an Indian food Take-away insisting it was their hotel and asking Sanjay, who was taking orders, for the keys to their rooms. There was going to be some sore heads in the morning.

Chapter 9

Brad opened his eyes and squinted in pain. He could hear a TV in the next room and it felt like a brass band in his head. He looked around frowning; he didn’t recognise where he was. He shifted uncomfortably, groaning in pain. His ass was numb and his neck hurt. As soon as he woke up a bit he discovered the reason for his discomfort; he was lying in a bathtub. He must have slept there last night; although his memory was more than a little hazy he could remember stumbling into a room with Joe and Chester. The door opened, flooding the small bathroom with sunshine making Brad squint again.

“Jesus you look like I feel” groaned Joe before shuffling to the toilet and relieving himself noisily.

“Do you have to piss so loudly?” complained Brad holding his forehead.

“Well at least I used a toilet,” joked Joe looking into the bathtub with a grin. Brad looked down quickly with a panicked look on his face but was relieved to see that the bath was dry and his pants unstained. He glared at Joe who was roaring with laughter.

“Haha got ya!” he screamed.

“Fuck you! How can you be this cheery after the night we had?”

“Can’t stand the pace eh? Come on get out of the fucking bath and you’ll feel better”

“uuuh…I cant” moaned Brad before lying down again. Joe rolled his eyes and reached up to the shower controls above Brad’s head. He turned the cold water on full blast. Brad screamed as the ice-cold water drenched his clothes.

“Aaaaaaah!! You…BASTARD!! Ahhhhh…I’ll…. I’ll Fucking kill…. hey come back here!!” he screamed as Joe fled from the bathroom. Brad’s lethargy faded as he found new energy to chase Joe into the main room.

“Hehe it wasn’t me! Remy made me do it!” shouted Joe, dodging Brad’s lunges.

“Fuck it, I’m too tired and too hung over to kick the crap outta ya,” grumbled Brad before plopping himself down on a sofa. Joe put up his hands in mock surrender and sat on a chair opposite, helping himself to some scrambled eggs and toast he’d had sent up. The sight of the food was making Brad’s stomach turn and he looked away in disgust. He spotted the Chester on the bed, curled into a ball and still asleep.

“Hey how come he got the bed and I had to sleep in the fucking bathtub?” he whinged.

“You insisted that he should have the big bed, that you were more than happy to sleep on the bed in the bathroom,” giggled Joe. Brad sighed loudly.

“My fucking neck is killing me.”

“Will you stop whining you baby, I woke up on the coffee table for fucks sake! I tried to move, fell off and banged my head on the floor!” exclaimed Joe, rubbing a small lump on his temple. Brad chuckled, feeling better now that he wasn’t the only one who was suffering. Chester stirred on the bed, Brad wasn’t looking forward to this; Chester had been even drunker than he had and no doubt would be like a weasel all day.

“Uuuuuuuuuh… fuck” moaned Chester. He sat up straining his eyes against the light. Joe made the first attempt at communication.

“Hey Chaz, looking gooood man” he chuckled noticing the big bags under Chester’s eyes.

“Fuck off.”

“Hell those aren’t even bags, they’re luggage; a matching set!”

“Fuck off.”

“They’re huge and all but you still won’t fit all your shit into ‘em!”

“Fuck off.”

“Aww you’re no good, I’d get more of a reaction from that wall you fell onto last night!” he and Brad burst out laughing, remembering Chester’s mix-up between vertical and horizontal.

“What the hell are you talking about? Fuck off and leave me alone.” He warned. He got out of the bed, still in his clothes from last night and hobbled towards the bathroom. He turned on the shower and got in, washing all kinds off strange stuff off himself; potato chips off his face, bits of rice out of his hair and some sticky crap which he couldn’t identify off his chest. It looked kinda like maple syrup. He had no idea how any of it had come to be stuck to him.

Mike had hardly slept all night for two reasons; he couldn’t get the sight of all those spiders out of his head and Phoenix was there in the room with him. He stayed sitting in that armchair all night. He was cloaked by the shadows but Mike had the feeling that Dave was watching him; it was disconcerting to say the least. After lying staring at the ceiling for hours, Mike gave up trying to sleep and got out of the bed. He looked at his watch; it was 8:00 am. He looked towards Dave’s armchair to find him looking at him again. The hairs on the back of Mike’s neck stood on end, Dave had that same empty stare, the one that gave everyone the creeps. Mike cleared his throat and Dave seemed to awake from his trance.

“Morning,” said Mike trying to break the uneasy silence.


“Didn’t get much sleep?”


“You want breakfast?”


“Ok… I’ll get some for myself. Are you sure you don’t want anything?”

“Yeah,” Phoenix’s one-word answers could be infuriating. Mike picked up the phone and dialled for room service. He ordered his breakfast and went into the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it releasing a long sigh. The atmosphere in there was so thick you could cut it with a knife and it was getting worse. He climbed into the shower, trying to wash away his fears and worries; it was a futile attempt at making himself feel better.

When he finally came out of the bathroom his breakfast was waiting for him. Phoenix had had to move from his chair to answer the door, now he stood looking out the window. Mike put his clothes on, sat down and ate in silence, his cereal making the loudest noise he’d ever heard from cereal before. He put down his spoon; he wasn’t hungry. He stood up and left the room without saying anything to Phoenix. He walked towards Brad’s room debating whether or not to tell him what had happened last night. Deciding it was a good idea, he knocked on his best friends door. A rough looking Brad opened it. Mike raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t start-” Brad moaned.

None of the guys had had much sleep that night and Rob was no exception. He opened his eyes in the morning with Chrissy and Tuesday still in his bed, snuggled up to him. He smiled at the memories from last night flooding into his mind. He reached down and stroked Tuesday’s multicoloured hair. She was awake and looked up at him smiling.

“Hey there,” she yawned.

“Hi… I had a great time last night” he grinned.

“Me too, and I think Chrissy enjoyed herself too,” she laughed giving Chrissy a playful nudge.

“Wha… Oh hello” said Chrissy, half-asleep.

“How you feeling?” asked Rob.

“Good, tired but good” she beamed at him.

“Yeah, ALL my women are happy” Rob joked, puffing out his chest with mock-pride.

“You think you’re the man eh?” asked Tuesday, playing along.

“No I don’t think I’m the man. I KNOW I’m the man!” he shouted before Tuesday gave him a good-natured poke in the belly.

“Hey stop that!” he laughed.

“No chance!”  

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