"Fuck yeah," Davis said encouragingly as Rayne laid right back and got to work baring her tits.  Davis had thought he'd been pretty lucky with the women before he joined the band.  But being in a group like this, it was a whole new level.  Didn't even take any small talk and now he had a hot chick laying down for him to snort a line off her.<br/><br/>"Do you guys fucking see this?" he asked to no one in particular, as the bus jerked to a halt and people started heading out.  They weren't exactly in the middle of the bus, no one had to step around them.  But there they were in the main living area with Davis chunking up a bit of coke on the tray and staring appreciatively at Rayne's breasts.<br/><br/>"You've obviously gone into the right line of work, my dear.  You approach it with passion, that's apparent."  As Davis talked he sauntered over to her side, tray in hand.  He laid the cool metal against her sternum, and slowly, very carefully tipped the line out onto her chest, right between those breasts.  "I do believe this is going to be the best line I've ever had."  He was looking right into her eyes, grinning with delight as he leaned down over her.  One hand on either side of her on the table, his skin brushing lightly against hers.  His face hovered over her stomach, her chest, her neck, breathing in her scent<br/><br/>Looking up and locking eyes with her, he dipped his nose down to the line and started to snort, starting down near her stomach and working slowly up between those breasts.  His stubbly chin and his eager lips followed behind.  He never looked away.  It wasn't the most efficient way to get the powder into him, it was leaving quite a trail, but it was certainly the most enjoyable.  "God, I fucking love this," he muttered up to her, only for her now.  As soon as he had snorted it up, he moved instead to nuzzling those soft breasts with his face.  Running a finger along the line of coke, he rubbed some of the powder on her nipple.