Rock and Footjob

AJ’s been powdering starlet cheeks since the Mesozoic. She keeps the peace most days—zip on the drama, thank you—but certain species of bad-boy always short-circuit her common sense. Enter Bill: 6'2 of swagger and sweat, guitar slung like a loaded rifle. When AJ’s quick feet slip under the chair backstage and find his zipper smiling already, Bill just rolls his hips forward and laughs through a smoke-stained inhale. No objections here; the man likes an audience that knows how to use its toes.