**This is the third story of "Rock Star," all characters are fictional, though many are based on close friends who have been informed they are part of my stories. Thank you so much to everyone for their comments and suggestions. Don't forget to vote and leave comments I love to hear from you!**
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Cara couldn't believe what had just happened, she certainly hadn't thought anything like that would have happened, not tonight anyways. He'd been so forceful with her, slamming his body into hers. It was like one of the fantasies that he'd described to her. Her breasts ached from being crushed against the seat, and were tender as she put her clothing back on, aware that Rick was watching her intently as she dressed. They exited the van together, and Rick took her hand in his as they walked into the back of the bar.
A couple of his band members stood inside the back door, waiting for their bassist to enter the bar so the show could begin. They took one look at Cara's flushed face, and a look at Rick's grin and knew that they should be "careful" loading equipment later on. Rick took a moment to bring Cara close and kissed her in front of his friends, and making a point to press himself against her. One of the guys cleared his throat and brushed past them.
"I have to get on stage now. Why don't you sit at the table over there." Rick said breaking their kiss and smiling down at her.
"Ok," she said and standing on tiptoe to whisper in his ear. " I'm just going to freshen up a bit" and walked in the direction of the ladies room.
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Cara looked in the mirror and took a paper towel from the dispenser and ran it under cold water. Her face was flushed and warm, and the cool towel felt good. She took a few minutes to clean herself up before heading back out to the bar. She knew, that everyone knew what she and Rick had been up to, but she still didn't want to feel clammy. She could hear the music begin through the door, and made her way out and walked to the table that Rick had asked her sit at. She noticed while sitting down with Rick's brother that the guy's girlfriends weren't there, probably a good thing, because they were friends with Crystal.
Rick watched as the red head came out of the bathroom and sat at the table with his brother. He had informed his brother on how much he liked her; he hoped that his brother and his girlfriend would be nice to her. He shifted uncomfortably in his shirt as his guitar strap settled into place. His skin was tacky as the sweat dried into his shirt and it was only bound to get worse as the band played.
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Cara was grateful as the band ended their set, as Rick kept looking at her from under his cowboy hat, which he had donned sometime during their set. She took the last swig of the Black Cherry Bacardi Twister she was drinking, and silently wished this place had alcohol and not just beer products, she would have been grateful for a shot of Jagermeister during the show. Instead she had to settle for the twister, and peeled its labels off.
Rick watched as Cara drank her Twister and remembered why he hadn't offered her the Jagermeister he had stashed in the van. He hadn't had any himself; he had figured that they would need to be sober for what he had planned for when they got back to the apartment he rented, if he could get her to come back with him. He grinned as he watched her peeling off the labels on the glass bottle, they came off almost effortlessly and then she folded them over so they stuck to one another.
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After they had finished packing up the equipment, Rick went to the table that Cara and his brother's girlfriend sat. They were chatting about school and majors and whatnot, as he got closer both girls looked up at him.
