During the two days off, Rustie catches up on doing all her laundry. The package Mr. Carangi said would be waiting for her was at the hotel where they were staying. This time around, she got a separate room. Jason and Russell shared a hotel room, while Lou got a room to himself.
He was paying a little bit more out of his pocket for the single room.

All their hotel rooms were connected, making it easier for them to get together to work on songs or the comedy act for their group. As for the outfit that Mr. Carangi sent to Rustie to wear, it looked like something a woman who was into bondage would wear. Sure, it covered her chest and groin area, but it left her buttcheeks exposed. It had a thong type bottom, which meant she would have to do some creative tucking to hide her puny penis.

The outfit included a pair of open-toe stiletto heels that laced up her leg. Rustie just shakes her head as she lays the outfit back in the box.
Jason walks into the hotel room through the connecting door and notices the box on the bed. He looks towards Rustie, “So, what did he send you?”

“Something a bondage woman would wear.”

“Don’t you mean a dominatrix?”

“Is that what they are called?” Rustie has only seen pictures of them.

“Yep, and they normally don’t wear something like this.” Jason picked the outfit up from the box and looked at it.

“Well, I don’t care. I don’t want to be exposed like that on stage. The only performers who go to lengths like that are the performers who are getting old, and they are trying to grab the attention of the male audience.” Rustie knew several female artists who used tricks of exposing themselves to drive up the attention they had on stage when they were younger.

“You do know that our contract says we have to have our clothes approved by the manager.” Jason read the contract a little more.

“I don’t care. My mother didn’t raise a slut or a whore.” Rustie was dead set on not wearing the outfit.

“Well, let’s get working on some more songs and finish the three songs we have already.” Jason knew the best way to distract Rustie was to get her to concentrate on their work.

They also work on a comedy skit, so the one they developed so far didn’t get old. Jason wanted to make it universal, so no matter where they were performing, it would match their crowd. Russell and Lou go out to the nearest bar and get in using their fake id’s.

Throughout the night, Rustie and Jason work. They order two large pizzas and a bunch of soda. They also managed to get their hands on some marijuana, and enjoyed a joint or two. Rustie knew if her mother ever found out, she would be in big trouble.

The two of them spend all night working the songs and passes out around six in the morning. The two pizzas they ordered, were completely gone and several bottles of soda were empty. As for the marijuana joints they had smoked, the ends were crushed in a soda can.

When the maid came to clean the room, she found both of them sound asleep. Rustie was asleep on the bed, while Jason was propped up on the desk chair, and his feet were resting on the edge of the bed. Both of their guitars were resting on the bed.

Both of their tablets were lying near them. The maid shuts the door and puts a do not disturb sign on the door handle. As for the other rooms, she cleans those and leaves fresh towels.

Lou and Russell finally come back to the hotel later in the afternoon and find Rustie and Jason sound asleep. The connecting room door from Jason’s and Russell’s hotel room was opened.

Russell could still smell the odor of marijuana floating around in Rustie’s room. He spots the pizza boxes and the empty soda bottles.

“It looks like they had a party of their own last night.” Russell knew Rustie didn’t smoke that much. He did know Jason was a pot head, just like him and Lou.

“Well, as long as they don’t get caught with it, we're okay. No telling what the cops in some of these towns we’ll be going through will react.” Lou has heard stories from other rockers they have met on their journeys.

“Should I wake them?” Russell looks towards Lou.

“Yeah, we better. Maybe they have some new songs for us to practice.” Lou knew how creative Jason and Rustie could be sometimes.

Russell walks into the hotel and over to the bed to wake up Rustie first. He gently shakes her shoulder. “Hey, sleeping beauty. Your Prince Charming is here to wake you up.”

“You're not a Prince Charming, you're some monkey that bangs on pots.” Rustie slowly opens her eyes and spots Russell standing next to the bed.

“If I’m a monkey who bangs on cans, then you must be the cat that plays with strings.” Russell couldn’t think of a good comeback to Rustie’s monkey comment.

“If she’s a cat, then I must be the baboon, then.” Jason heard Russell and Rustie talking.

He stands up and stretches. His back was stiff from sleeping in the chair. He looks around and notices he is still in Rustie’s hotel room.

“It looks like you guys had fun last night. How did it go?’ Russell moves the empty pizza boxes aside and sits down on the edge of the bed.

“We managed to tighten up all three new songs we had and started several more. We need you guys to add some lyrics to them.”

“Let me hear them.” Russell wanted to hear what they had so far.

“Rustie plays them for him. I’m going to use your bathroom.” Jason stumbles towards the bathroom.