by T Gephart
Was he fucking serious? He expected me to go out to a club to play babysitter to his date’s friend? What the fuck?! “Dude, you need to grow a pair and close the deal yourself. I told you I have plans tonight and they don’t include watching you get jerked off at Bungalow 8.”
“What plans have you got?” Dan looked sceptical, “It’s just one fucking night. Take one for the team and her friend is hot, I swear. I’d do her myself but Jen isn’t up for the whole threesome thing.”
“You really are a disrespectful son of bitch. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” I knew my comment would send Dan into overdrive. If there was one thing Dan couldn’t handle it was trash-talking his mother.
“Shut the fuck up man and leave my Ma out of it! This has nothing to do with her. It’s not like Jen doesn’t know the score. Come on, it’s just one fucking night Alex.” Dan looked at me seriously, “One fucking night, all you have to do is sit there. I’ll owe you one.”
Everything in me told me this was a bad idea. I was in no condition to go out and the last thing I needed or wanted was to be dealing with an over enthusiastic fan girl who wouldn’t measure up compared to the one person I wanted. Lexi. And there she was, she invaded my every thought. FUCK! I needed to stop thinking about her, I needed to move on and get over her. She doesn’t want you, Stone. I wondered what she’d be doing? And if that included someone else. The thought of someone else’s hands on her made me want to fucking explode. I knew I had no right to feel this way and yet I couldn’t stop it. FUCK!! She was going to be here in a few days and I was going to have to face her, face this, not being able to touch her. I felt destroyed, beaten and yet I couldn’t let her see what she had done to me.
“Well?!” Dan quizzed impatiently, “You going to be a team player or you going to be a soft cock and go to bed alone?!” Dan enjoyed goading me further.
“Fine, I’ll fucking go! You owe me big time, Evans, and this is a one-time deal. If you don’t close tonight, you get Troy or Jase to hold your hand. We clear?” Maybe I just needed to get out of here, get my mind on something else. Yeah, like that was going to happen.
“Sweet! I’ll be back in two hours, going to pick the girls up first. Do whatever it is you need to do so you don’t look and smell like a turd.” Dan lifted his hand to high-five me but I walked past it and him and stumbled back to my room.
“Let yourself out,” I shouted over my shoulder as I closed my bedroom door. This was a bad idea on so many levels but I was too drunk, too tired and too numb to care. I would give anything just to stop the endless loop of Lexi in my head and as fucked up as it sounded I was desperate for the distraction. I needed to dig deep and find a way to move on. I just couldn’t take another minute of the heartache. Easiest way to forget her would be to find someone else, anyone else.
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Dan was on time for once and was downstairs in the lobby giving Pete, my doorman, a hard time when I exited the elevator. I’d showered and dressed, even though I wasn’t really into it. Bungalow 8 was where the beautiful people went out to play, which in turn meant the press took up residence at the velvet ropes. As vain as it sounded, I didn’t want her or anyone else to see how broken I was. They wanted photos of a rock star to put in their trash mags, they would get a rock star. Jen and “friend” gave me appreciative smiles as I rounded the corner, giggling to each other. My leather pants, tight black t-shirt and biker jacket clearly impressed them. My usual dog tags hung around my neck while my mirrored shades hid my bloodshot eyes.
“Jesus Stone! Are you intentionally trying to cock block me?” Dan hissed getting up into my face.
“Less turd like?” I smiled; glad I’d pissed him off. “Hello Ladies,” I gave them my usual rehearsed smile, ignoring Dan and turning my attention to the two scantily dressed women in front of me.
“Hi, I’m Miranda,” giggled the shorter one, “I’m your date for tonight.” She opened her eyes wider before licking her lips seductively. “Actually, I’m a really big fan and you are even hotter in real life.” She was nothing like Lexi. Her straight black hair was thick but short, cut on an angle so it was longer at the front. She had to keep pushing her long bangs out of her eyes, which were a surreal, deep blue. Contacts? Her skin was overly tanned but smooth while the peaks of her tits teased out of the top of the strap of fabric she was passing off as a dress. Her short legs were elongated by the stripper heels she was wearing and her hot pink G-string was not so subtly disguised under her white dress. Yeah, I knew how this was going to be playing out, so much for Dan accusing me of being a soft cock and spending the night alone.
Dan yanked my arms and pulled me off to the side, “Listen pretty boy, you stay on your side of the fence. I’m getting laid tonight! I’ve got the worst case of blue balls ever so no deviating from the plan.”
“Relax Dan, it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve had my cast offs,” I shoved past him and slung my arm around Miranda’s waist.
Dan stormed over to Jen who was biting her lip playfully and grabbed her hand, “Let’s go. Car’s outside.”
“Mr. Stone,” Pete nodded politely, “Allow me to get the door. Enjoy your evening.” Which translated to “get this raving imbecile out of my building.” I thanked Pete as we walked out the door, Miranda’s hand slipped down to my ass and gave it a squeeze.
TJ was waiting with the Escalade at the curb. Dan hustled Jen into the back row of seats, much to her displeasure, so Miranda and I took the middle row. I closed the door behind us as Miranda nudged closer into my side. She smiled sweetly as we joined traffic, her hand sliding down my chest and resting strategically a few inches from my cock. I relaxed into my seat, allowing her hand to slip further. Her smiled widened as she tiptoed her fingers down the front of my leather pants. I reached up and brushed her hair out of from her eyes. Her tongue traced the length of her cherry colored lips. She moved her mouth up along my throat, her tongue trailing up my neck. Her perfume was strong, a mix of vanilla and jasmine but her breath smelt like peppermint. It felt wrong but I turned my face and kissed her. Her lips parted allowing my tongue to invade her mouth. She moaned as our kiss deepened, palming my cock and pressing her firm tits up against my arm.
Our little show seemed to inspire Jen in the back seat, who planted her face upon Dan’s lips (not that he was complaining) and unhooked her seat belt. “Yeah baby,” Dan enthused as she climbed into his lap.
With the dark windows of the Escalade as our cover, Miranda unzipped my pants. I wasn’t even hard despite her diligent attention, though she seemed to regard this more as challenge rather than an insult. She pulled at my Calvins and let her fingernails graze my cock. It was a move that Lexi had perfected and usually sent me into overdrive and yet now there was no response. She licked back up my neck and whispered in my ear, “I want to suck your dick,” as she grabbed at my shaft, her eyes pleading for permission.
No, really? My date was Captain Fucking Obvious. The last thing I wanted was a blowjob from some girl I just met, let alone one I was not turned on by but I needed to get over Lexi and this seemed like the easiest way. She was already probably fucking someone else so there was no reason why I shouldn’t be too. Besides, this girl was throwing herself at me, it would be so easy. I hadn’t even looked at another woman while I was with Lexi, despite the amount of opportunities that were laid before me. No, I was faithful, and now there was no reason to be. I let the corner of my mouth curl as I whispered back, “Sure.”
Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she unhooked her seat belt and licked her lips. Dan was currently being dry humped by Jen and couldn’t have cared what we were doing. TJ glanced up at us through the rear vision mirror, shaking his head as he returned his eyes back to the road. He turned up the radio and pretended to be oblivious to what was going on in the back of the car. He’d seen it all before, though it was usually Dan who was getting busy.
I pulled out my cock and stroked it up and down as Miranda watched with hungry eyes. Get hard Stone! I closed
my eyes and thought about Lexi, her beautiful light brown eyes, her long wild mane of hair and the way her mouth felt it was on me. Instant erection. Miranda giggled watching me swell, placing her hands over mine. “Let me do that.” She kept her voice low as I released my hand and let her take over, “So the rumors are true, you do have a huge dick.”
I probably should have cared that she wanted to blow me purely because I was Alex Stone but at this point I didn’t care. I kept my eyes closed as she moved her lips down to the head of my cock and pushed it into her mouth. She sucked hard as her hands pumped me. She wasn’t rhythmic or finessed like Lexi - more frenzied and desperate, but a blow job was still a blow job so I shut my mouth and let biology do its thing. I felt like a complete asshole thinking about Lexi while getting sucked off by another woman so I tried to push those thoughts out of my head. I glanced down to Miranda’s head bobbing up and down in my lap, her lips stretched around my girth. Nothing. This was not even close to getting me off. I closed my eyes again, letting my head fall back on the headrest. My thoughts returned to the one place I knew would guarantee me to shoot my load, Lexi. I thought about the swell of her breasts and her pert pink nipples, the way they felt in my hands and in my mouth. I remembered the flatness of her stomach and the curve of her hips and the way she would strut when she walked.
“Ahhhhh,” moaned Miranda as I hardened further.
Lexi’s firm body underneath me, on top of me, beside me - owning me. Her beautiful full lips and that smile. Fuck, I’d sell my soul for that smile. That mouth, that smart, fucking mouth.
“Ahhhhhh,” I involuntarily groaned, my eyes still clamped shut as I returned to my fantasy. The smoothness of her thighs and the way they’d part for me, waiting for me - my mouth and my cock. The euphoric sensation as I filled her tight body. The way she would tilt her hips to accommodate me, taking me in deeper. How she would rock impatiently against me when she need to come, the friction driving me mad and requiring every ounce of self-control I owned. The noises she would make when she was about to come and how she milked my cock when she finally did.
“Fuck,” I groaned as I felt myself about to come, “I’m going to come.” Not sure if Miranda was a swallow or spit kind of girl, I felt kind of obligated to give her a heads up.
Miranda sucked harder (well I guess that answers my question then) as I exploded into her mouth. My cock pulsed as the last of my load spilled down her throat. Miranda beamed with satisfaction. I closed my eyes and I felt guilt wash over me. I was a complete jerk.
Miranda released my dick and I pushed it back into my pants. While I was thankful for the release it didn’t meet my objective, which was to stop thinking of Lexi. Nope, all it did was prove the only way I could get off was by thinking about her. I was going to have to try harder.
Miranda fished a tissue out of her purse and dabbed her mouth, she didn’t seem the least bit put off by the fact our exchange had been completely one sided. “Thanks,” I smiled as I flicked her bangs out of her eyes again.
“Pleasure was all mine Alex,” she smirked. I wasn’t sure if she was being serious or yanking my chain. Either way, I felt the least I should do was reciprocate.
“Wait to we get to the club,” I promised, “then I’ll show you pleasure.” JERK! What kind of lame ass line was that? You sound like a fucking fifteen year old trying to get to second base. Lexi would have so called me out on that one. There she was again, never far from my thoughts.
“Ooooo Alex,” Miranda purred, “I look forward to it.”
“Dropping you off at the front and then looping back to get a park.” TJ shouted over the music that filled the cabin of the car, “You boys cool with that?”
“Sure thing. I’ll call you when we need a ride,” I leaned forward toward him. Dan either didn’t seem to notice or didn’t care as he continued to tongue Jen. I wasn’t entirely sure that he wasn’t already fucking her, judging by noises they were making, but I wasn’t willing to investigate further.
“Dan! Get squared away!” TJ yelled as the Escalade slowed, “I’m pulling up now and there’s press.”
“Ok, Ok,” muttered Dan, red faced and frustrated as he peeled Jen from his lap. So just dry humping then I guess? The lack of smug satisfaction confirmed what I suspected as he readjusted the bulge in his pants.
Miranda pulled a lip-gloss out of her purse and traced her lips with the wand. Whatever was there before was now tucked away on the inside of my trunks. “You ready?” I asked as the car stopped.
“I was born ready,” she smiled as she adjusted her dress. I inwardly cringed at the cheesy come back.
I opened the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk, flashes exploding as the photographers swarmed to get their photos. I held out my hand to help Miranda out of the car as she too stepped out, her mile-wide smile confirming she loved the attention. The fact that I’d just been blown made me more relaxed than I had been as Dan climbed over the seat and helped Jen out from the back of Escalade.
My hand pressed against Miranda’s back as I led her to the entrance, the bouncers not even missing a beat as they raised the ropes and let us in. Dan and Jen followed close behind.
“Hey Alex, Dan,” crooned Casey the “list-chick” of Bungalow 8 as she welcomed us, “Heading to the VIP section?”
“Hells, yeah!” Dan squeezed Jen’s ass as she wiggled in front of him, “Get the Cristal! Keep it flowing tonight!”
“Of course Dan. We’ll send someone over.” Casey smiled as she waved to someone in the distance. “This is Elise,” she gestured to the brunette in front of us. “See that these gentlemen are taken care of. Whatever they want, understood Elise?”
Elise’s breath hitched as she raked her eyes over my body. She was cute, her big blue eyes opened wide with amazement. I hadn’t been to Bungalow 8 in awhile but judging by her awkwardness around us, she was obviously new to the job. She looked young, maybe twenty-two? She was clearly going to be earning her tip tonight as Dan sauntered over to her.
“Hey Elise,” Dan slung his arm around her waist, “I can’t wait for you to take care of me.” He raised an eyebrow as he cocked a smile.
I watched as Elise nervously laughed and squirmed out of Dan’s grip, “Just this way gentlemen.”
Jen shot Dan a dirty look, not impressed he would blatantly flirt with someone else in her presence. In Dan’s defence (am I really defending Dan? I must be drunker than I thought!), this was his MO. He flooded the market. He didn’t like his options limited and especially not tied up with one woman. He didn’t want to be left jerking himself off alone if she split and he was happy to go with second and third choices if it meant he was getting some.
Dan followed Elise unable to pull his gaze from her ass as she walked. He glanced over at me and mouthed the words “nice ass” as he gave me the thumbs up.
“What?” Dan asked gruffly as Jen grabbed his arm and pulled him toward our private area. Elise left to go get Dan’s earlier request for Cristal.
“Right in front of me, Dan?” Jen huffed as she placed her hands on her hips. I could see the stocks in this option falling by the second.
“Oh come on Baby, I was just playing,” Dan smoothed. “Alex was checking her out too… It’s not like I can help it, she’s walking right in front of me!”
Jen, clearly not content with Dan’s “logical” explanation, got even further infuriated. She turned, her look now murderous, “Alex didn’t have his fingers in my pussy not 10 minutes ago!”
Wow, yep, really didn’t need to hear that. “Hey why don’t we take a seat, enjoy the club,” I offered, spying Elise in my peripheral vision, doing her best to balance two silver ice buckets and champagne flutes.
Miranda slithered in front of me and into the red booth, “Come on Jen, let’s have a drink. I’ve never had Cristal. You promised me we were going to party!”
Dan stared bewildered, not able to piece together the mental blocks to understand why Jen was upset, “So if I put my fingers in your pussy, I�
��m not allowed to stare at her ass?” He pointed at Elise who looked on mortified, “How is that fair? We aren’t dating and it’s not like I’m fingering her too, not that I would object if you were into it.” Dan responded indignantly. Elise lost her grip on the champagne flutes and they fell to the ground.
Fuck Dan! Stock market crash! Sell, Sell, Sell!
“You are a douchebag!” Jen screamed over the thumping music. She grabbed at Miranda’s hand and yanked her from the booth, “Come on Miranda, we’re leaving.”
“I’m so sorry, I’m new… just let me clean this up and I’ll get you some new glasses. I’m so sorry…” Elise stuttered as she dropped to her knees and tried to pick up the big pieces of glass. Poor girl didn’t stand a chance.
“Come on Jen, it was just a little look.” Miranda protested as she tried to reason with Jen before turning to me and pouting, “I don’t want to leave.”
“Maybe you should give us a few minutes Elise,” I gave her my usual smooth smile in an effort to put her at ease. I held out my hand to help her to her feet.
“Ok,” She mumbled, “I’ll go get something to clean up the glass. I really am very sorry.”
Well I guess it couldn’t get any worse for her tonight, poor girl. I actually felt sorry for her as she shuffled away from the commotion.
“Well you came here with me so you are leaving here with me!” Jen stomped her foot, her hands firmly around her hips.
“Wait! You’re leaving?” asked Dan, not understanding the reason for their hasty retreat.
“Yes, we’re leaving,” insisted Jen who was literally dragging Miranda to her feet.
“I’m sorry Alex, maybe we can pick this up tomorrow night? Here is my number.” Miranda furiously dug through her purse and found a piece of paper.
I nodded but gave no verbal commitment as I watched her scribble her digits on the paper. I was fairly sure that was not a call I was going to be making.
