by T Gephart
“Here,” Miranda smiled, “Call me?” her voice was hopeful as she handed me the rumpled paper.
“Let me walk you ladies out,” I offered pulling my phone from my pocket. Miranda smiled broadly, probably thinking I was already entering her number into my phone while instead I was just texting TJ to meet me at the entrance.
Miranda clung to me as we waded through the crowd, her hands all over my ass. I guess she was hoping to make some kind of last impression, either that or actually leave some kind of mark for me to remember her by. I knew I probably wouldn’t. I would have definitely fucked her tonight but call her and actually date her? No, I was not interested in that. I was being a complete asshole and I didn’t care.
We were back at the ropes as TJ pulled up in the Escalade. The photographers were still there taking happy snaps of us exiting the club. The car idled as I opened the car door and allowed Jen and Miranda to climb in. “TJ, take them where ever they want to go.”
“Thank you Alex, at least one of you is a gentleman.” Jen smiled as I closed the door. I tapped the roof of the car and TJ took off, leaving me on the sidewalk with the press.
“Bad night, Alex?”
“Are you dating both of them?”
“You heading back into the club Alex?”
“Look this way Alex!”
I was beginning to hate the sound of my own name. I turned, ignoring them and walked back through the door. I wasn’t even entirely pissed that it had all gone south, if nothing else it did get me out of the apartment.
I walked back to the VIP area, the broken glass had been cleaned up and the champagne flutes had been replaced. Dan was sprawled on the chaise apparently already having forgotten about Jen and was talking to some blonde who was lying in his lap while Elise smiled nervously, filling Dan’s glass.
I had to hand it to the man; his system really seemed to work for him. I didn’t understand how these girls could stand it but I guess with Dan, what you see is what you get. There is no pretence it is anything more than a fuck and for the most part, they seem to be ok with that. No harm, no foul. Dan was happy too; he was getting his rocks off and didn’t need to deal with the complications of a relationship. In that moment, I envied him. Jesus, Stone! You are seriously fucked up if you are envying Dan. But in truth, I would have given anything to just forget what I felt for Lexi and just live in the moment. Fuck her out of my system, out my head, out of my heart. FUCK!!! Right now I’d settle just to be able to stop thinking about her.
“Hey dude, sorry about that.” Dan looked up, the blonde with her hands all over his junk pouting dramatically, disappointed that his attention was no longer on her. “I had no idea she was fucking crazy!”
I shook my head as I laughed softly. He took no ownership of the situation and seemed completely unaware of the fact that he had incited the crazy.
“All good brother. I see you’ve bounced back,” I nodded to the blonde with her hands down his pants.
“Sure have!” Dan grinned as he allowed said blonde to jerk him off in front of me.
“I’ll let you two get acquainted,” I smiled, not really interested in seeing Dan shoot his load into the hand of stranger. Hadn’t I just done the same fucking thing? Yeah, glass houses, fucking stones. I needed another drink. “I’m heading over to the bar.” I muttered to no one in particular as I walked off.
Elise chased after me, “Ummm Mr. Stone! I can get you a drink. Just tell me what you want. I can do it, really I can.” Her face was flustered as she faced me. She really wasn’t having a good night. Casey should have known better than to put someone so green in charge of the likes of someone such as Dan.
“Thank you Elise, I have no doubt that you can and please don’t call me Mr. Stone, that’s my father. But I could really use the walk to the bar. You can join me if you like?” I offered, not wanting to offend her.
“Ummmm I’m not sure if that’s allowed,” She whispered, glancing side to side in uncertainty.
“Sure it is. Casey said to make us happy right? So right now what would make me happy is if you relaxed a little and joined me at bar.” I wasn’t entirely sure why I was inviting company, I didn’t really want to be around anyone but I wasn’t sure I wanted to be alone. Either way, I felt a slight sense of obligation to make sure the night didn’t entirely blow for this girl and I figured she’d be better off with me than having to be subjected to Dan’s lewd display.
“O...Ok,” She agreed, “but I’m not allowed to drink. Club rules.”
I nodded as we headed to the bar, needing something stronger than champagne.
“Alex!” Someone called from over my shoulder. I glanced over half-heartedly as I continued to move through the crowd.
“Alex Stone!” The voice called again, this time more insistent. Elise smiled as she recognized the owner of the voice, leaning into me so I could hear her over the music. “That’s Marcy Bryant. She’s an actress. I think she is trying to get your attention,” she pointed to the petite blonde with massive tits strutting her way toward us.
“Alex! It is you! It’s me, Marcy.” She threw her arms around me and kissed my cheek. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for months!” She huffed slightly out of breath from trying to catch up with us.
“Sorry, have we met?” I asked not sure who she was exactly. Elise stood patiently by my side as I tried to work out who Marcy was and whether or not I knew her.
“Not exactly,” Marcy bit her lip seductively, “we were both at that charity auction in LA earlier this year. Remember for the kids with cancer or whatever? Anyway, I was trying to talk to you but you were bundled off before I got a chance to say hello.”
“Oh, the charity auction. Yes we had to be on a red eye that night for a show. Didn’t really have time to socialize.” I vaguely remembered the event but certainly had no recollection of her.
“Well,” Marcy breathed, “I wanted to tell you how amazingly talented I think you are. I just love a man who is good with his hands.” Her eyes travelled down the length of my body like she was measuring me up for a suit.
“Thanks,” I forced a grin. I was so over these bullshit pick-up lines. Really? Good with my hands? I deliberately left that thought to hang in the air, instead turning toward Elise who was fidgeting impatiently beside me. “This is Elise. We’re heading to the bar. It was nice meeting you Marcy.” Elise smiled politely and seemed honoured to being acknowledged. I didn’t really give her a chance to respond as I turned, my smile relaxed as it crept across my face. I wonder if those tits were real?
“Wait, can I join you? I was heading there myself.” Marcy grabbed my arm hindering my clean get away. My thoughts ticked wildly. Did I really want to entertain this any further? I was already bored with the conversation and it hadn’t even started. Though maybe mindless dribble from Hooter’s star recruit here might finally purge my brain of Lexi, the one thing I desperately needed. What’s the worst thing that can happen?
“Sure,” I responded blandly, not fully committed to my decision.
“Why don’t you both take a seat and allow me to get the drinks,” Elise offered. I guess she wasn’t up for third wheeling tonight, not that I could say I blamed her.
“Thanks Elise, I’ll have a vodka, neat, anything top shelf. Marcy, what would you like?” Marcy’s eyes lit up as I looked down at her, enjoying the fact she finally had my attention. “I’ll have a Cosmo.” Elise nodded before heading to the bar.
Predictable. I should have known I was spending my night with a Sex and The City wannabe. She speared me with a heated look, noticing my eyes dip down to her cleavage. Her hand grazed my shirt as it ran the length of my arm, her eyes doing little to hide what she had in mind.
“That was nice of your girlfriend to go get us drinks. She must be very understanding.” Marcy moved her hand and brushed my jaw.
“Elise is not my girlfriend.” I removed Marcy’s hand from my face and led her back to the VIP area.
Marcy’s face almost split from
her beaming, broad smile as she slithered on to a large plush sofa, “So, are you dating anyone Alex?” Her voice was deliberately low, despite the pounding bass of the music.
“No,” was all I offered. I did not want to discuss my relationship status with her or anyone else for that matter. I took my seat beside her, resting my arms along the back of the sofa. Marcy immediately took that as an invitation and nestled in closer. I knew I was probably going to end up sleeping with her. Other than take out a billboard in Times Square, she had made it blatantly obvious that she wanted it. Sure I was a complete and utter slut for having my dick in one girl’s mouth less than an hour ago and here I was willing to put it in another, but who the fuck cares? I sure as hell didn’t.
“Well, that’s good,” Marcy smirked, clearly finding her bravado before whispering, “I would hate to be making anyone jealous.”
I leaned in closer, allowing my lips to brush the top of her ear, “Something tells me that you would actually enjoy that. So tell me Marcy, what would you do to me that would make someone jealous?”
Marcy’s pupils dilated as her hands found their mark on my thighs. “Take you home and have my wicked way with you,” Marcy swallowed hard.
“Who says you need to take me home?” I cocked my head to the side and gave her a slow smile, “I’m very keen to see this wicked way you speak of.”
She gulped and I could see the heat rolling off of her body. Clearly I’d taken her by surprise, she hadn’t expected me to be so amenable, but I saw no point in this extended foreplay. We were both willing participants and if she wanted to get horizontal I had no problems with that right now. Zilch!
Elise returned with our drinks, wisely leaving them on the table in front of us before retreating to the other side of the room where Dan was situated. The upturned bottles of Cristal in the ice buckets next to him signalled his need for attention.
“What are you suggesting?” Marcy licked her lips as she inconspicuously moved her hand into my lap.
“Every building has a fire exit, OHSA compliance withstanding. Perhaps we should investigate and make sure this structure is up to code.” It wasn’t a question, more of a statement. Her eyes widened as her lips parted slightly, a rush of air spilling from her mouth. She nodded silently as her arms coiled tighter around my arm.
“So you want to be wicked? Or was that just a line?” I teased her nipple with my finger through the thin fabric of her top.
“Yes,” She breathed, “Please, take me here.”
“Well, seeing as you asked so nicely,” I smiled as I rose from the sofa. I offered her my hand and she clasped hers around it in a death grip. She was leaving all the moves up to me and I was more than fine with that.
She was slightly unsteady on her feet as she tried to keep up with me. Our bodies pushed closer together as we waded through the crowd. It didn’t take long to locate the dimly lit exit signs. The flat wall with no decoration was a giveaway; building inspectors had little patience for aesthetics. The door in its frame was unremarkable, like the wall. Functional metal in reinforced jambs with a large push handle in the centre. I glanced around cautiously but no one was even looking in our direction as I put my hand on the support bar.
“What if it’s alarmed?” whispered Marcy. I sensed her nerve waning.
“It’s not,” I confirmed.
It might have been a while but I had done this before, in our earlier days before we were signed which is how I knew that the exit door alarms weren’t armed until after closing time. The security companies and bouncers were tired of investigating every time someone wanted to have a smoke or, like we were doing, get busy so it became standard practice. Not that they advertised it of course.
The door opened with little effort and we slipped into the dark corridor. Marcy, intentionally or unintentionally, stumbled in the dark and her body fell into mine. Her hands grabbed onto my ass for support.
“Sorry,” she half mumbled as she raised her head from my chest. Our eyes slowly adjusted to the dimness of the space, her hands moved across my hip and into the front of my pants.
As she gently palmed me in the darkness I couldn’t help but be brought back to the janitor’s closet with Lexi. James had invited her to dinner to meet Hannah and his parents, it was the one concession she allowed him in his effort to thank her for saving Mike. She was being impossible, insisting on wanting to drive that piece of shit Honda instead of accepting a ride. She’d teased me with the fact that she had not been wearing panties and my cock went rock hard just at the thought. We had already been together once before but it wasn’t enough; I knew that it couldn’t be a one time deal. No, all it did was whet my insatiable thirst for her. I had tried to play it cool, almost ignoring her the next day at the press conference but she’d seemed so unfazed it had only made my desire stronger. When she had strutted in with those sexy black heels and that knock out green dress I had thought I was going to come on the spot. I had exuded control and restraint as she spoke to James’ parents and Hannah, my body wanting to feel her weight on it. I pressed up against her and yet she still seemed unaffected, her indifference making me insane.
In a bid to get her alone I had made up some bullshit story and demanded a private meeting with her. She’d appeased me by allowing me ten minutes, not wanting to be rude, while I had no desire to be polite. I had pulled her into the closet and pushed her body flush against mine. I had kissed her and discovered that despite her earlier indifference she was still without panties and better yet, wet and ready. I’d given her an opportunity to say no, hoping like hell she didn’t because I needed her again. When she had finally admitted to wanting me too, it sent a fire ripping through me. I wasn’t sure I’d even be able to get inside her, I was so worked up. She had that ability to get me from 0 to 100 in 2.6 seconds. We hadn’t even bothered getting naked, not wanting to waste the fucking time, hell I’d barely got the condom on before I thrust inside her. It was frenzied and crazy and we both came hard, her legs pinned around me as I had pushed her up against the wall.
“Mmmmmmm so hard for me baby,” Marcy slithered, snapping me back to the present. Her hands were working the swell in my pants, no doubt believing her “handy” work was the reason.
“Sure am,” I lied not wanting to lose focus of my Lexi fantasy. Here I was again, with another woman and yet she was the one who was getting me hard. This time I didn’t fight it, I didn’t want to. If all I could have was the fantasy then I wanted it, at least one more time.
“Let me touch you,” I pushed up Marcy’s short, tight skirt allowing my hands to feel the skin of her thighs.
“Yes, touch me,” Marcy moaned as she struggled with the front on my leather pants.
I traced the line of her microfiber panties and she let out a strangled groan. I could feel her wetness seeping from the edges. She wanted this.
“You want to feel me inside you?” I asked playfully, imagining it was Lexi.
“Yes,” Marcy groaned as she finally unzipped my pants and grabbed roughly at my dick, “Please, I want you in me.”
I hooked my finger around the edge of her panties and swiftly pulled them down, her skirt was hitched up around her waist giving me unrestricted access. Marcy wasted no time in pulling me out of my Calvins to give my cock long, deliberate strokes. She didn’t bother pushing them down any further, her hand on my flesh was enough, while I used my free hand to gently play with her nipple.
“You get this wet thinking about me? About what it would feel like to have me inside you?” I teased, watching her writhe up against my hand as I touched her, allowing her wetness to coat my fingers.
“Yes Alex, I want you. I want you in me, please don’t deny me,” Marcy begged.
I slowly slide a finger inside her and felt her core clamp against it. She was close but I wasn’t ready for this to be over yet. I worked her with my palm while sliding in a second finger, the peaks of her nipples were so hard they were straining against her top.
“Alex,” she gasp
ed trying to push my cock inside of her.
“Hang on there, I haven’t even got the condom on,” I laughed, “Just let me play a little while longer.”
“Please I can’t take anymore! I’m going to come on your hand.” She wailed as her body started to shake.
“No you’re not,” I asserted as I pulled my fingers out slowly, covered in her slickness.
“Aghhhhh,” she groaned in frustration, the loss of friction and fullness driving her crazy.
I couldn’t help myself. It wasn’t Marcy I was with, it was Lexi. I was touching her, teasing her, making her beg. It was almost like I wanted to punish her for telling me we had nothing.
I gave her a moment before I started again, this time working small delicate circles around the edges of her opening. She shuddered every time I made a pass over her clit. My cock twitched as she grabbed it, no longer stroking but pumping it firmly.
“Ahhhhhh Alex,” she moaned as I felt her climbing again. The sound of her moan was all wrong but I blocked it out. Lexi’s was breathier, wilder, unrestrained.
My balls tightened as I remembered the cadence with which Lexi used to say my name, especially when she was about to come. She would say it over and over again.
My cock thickened at the memory and I knew I was close. I slowly moved my hands away, her grunts of protest only ceasing when she saw me reach into my pocket for a condom.
“You don’t have to wear it, if you don’t want to,” she slithered. “I’m clean and I’ve been fixed ‘cause I don’t want kids.”
Ordinarily this was every guys dream, permission to go bare without fear of ending up in a maternity suite nine months from now or worse getting some nasty STD. I hadn’t had unprotected sex in years. It had been drilled into me by my dad who knew the score of my lifestyle, even pre rock star days. “Alex, you are going to do what you do and I’m not naïve enough to believe you aren’t going to enjoy the spoils, but be respectful and be responsible. Don’t let a moment of pleasure change your life forever, not until it is the right woman and the right moment.” With his words rattling around in my head I knew I couldn’t do it, not now and not with her.
