by Lexi Archer
In some cases there probably were people who’d been coming from a photo shoot or something for their album, but whatever.
“Good evening sir,” a guy who couldn’t have been much younger than us said as he opened the door. “I’ll be taking your car this evening.”
I dug in my purse, panicking for a moment and worried that I wasn’t going to be able to find the money in time. I didn’t know how they did things at these fancy parties, but damn it I wasn’t going to show myself off as some country rube who didn’t know any better!
“Please ma’am,” the valet said, as though he was reading my mind. “No tip is necessary.”
His eyes ran up and down my body as I sat there in the passenger seat, and it sent a thrill running through me. The guy was a looker, though from the looks of all the people doing the whole service thing here at this party I got the feeling that there wasn’t anyone working here who wasn’t a looker.
There was something to that. I’d heard of rich people who used that money to surround themselves with pretties. It made me wonder what that meant that this guy had insisted Tommy bring me out here tonight, but I quickly pushed those thoughts away.
If the guy had invited Tommy out here then it had to be because he was interested in his music and thought he could do something with it. At least that’s what I told myself, even if I had my doubts as I looked at all the impossibly beautiful people attending this party or working for it.
“So have you noticed anything about the people at this party?” I asked.
“What are you talking about?” Tommy asked, hitting me with a sidelong glance as we stepped out of the car and someone else stepped into it and pulled away.
That was a little difficult. I knew I was acting like a rube from the country looking at someone taking off in our car like that and getting pissed off about it like they were stealing it or something, but I’d never had someone valet park a car before. There was a part of me that saw someone driving off with our car and got pissed off about it, for all that I knew it didn’t make any sense.
I forced myself to look at the oddness happening all around us instead. Namely at all the insanely hot people who were surrounding us. It’s not like Nashville was LA or anything like that. There weren’t so many insanely attractive people converging on the place looking for a career that it skewed the dating pool or anything like that.
No, this was the kind of place where a guy who had the right kind of rugged looks, think the Johnny Cash’s of the world, could come and make a career. For some reason the women had to be insanely attractive, but it’s not like country music was the only industry that had that particular double standard so what the fuck ever.
“Everyone here is insanely hot,” I said, looking around.
Tommy moved in closer and wrapped his arms around me as he came up from behind. He pressed into me, and I was painfully aware of how had he was as he pressed into me. Which was good for making my eyes go wide.
Not the reaction I’d expected from him, but I also wasn’t going to complain if he was getting turned on. Though as I looked at everyone around us I found myself wondering if he was getting turned on because of me, or if maybe it had something to do with all the attractive women working this thing.
“So you’re getting turned on by all the beautiful people?” he muttered into my ear.
I wanted to turn and tell him how ridiculous he was acting, but I couldn’t turn to get a good look at him because he was behind me nuzzling into my neck.
Oh that felt so good. It was almost enough to make me want to call the valet and have them come back with the car so we could head back to the apartment and do what came naturally when I was getting in this mood.
I sighed and pulled away from him. I hated to pull away from him. I was getting hot and bothered, and it had a lot to do with how hot his cock felt pressing against me. There’d always been something about knowing I was turning him on that’d turned me on.
Hell, there’d always been something about knowing I was turning other guys on that’d turned me on. Something that happened a lot. It’s not like I was conceited or anything like that, but I knew the effect I had on men. And some women, for that matter.
“You’re being terrible,” I said.
Though he was right. There was a part of me that was turned on by all the beautiful people all around us. For all that it was like some party at an ancient Roman orgy or something where the emperor surrounded himself with beautiful people because he could.
“You’re the one checking out the help,” Tommy said with a grin. “Besides. It’s well known that Ray Bob enjoys himself the lookers.”
“Oh really?” I asked. “So we’re talking some slimy old Jabba the Hutt lookalike who surrounds himself with beautiful people because his money can buy it?”
Tommy grinned a secretive little grin. The kind of grin that always told me he was up to something. It was the tell he had that told me when he was trying to pull something over on me, or when he’d done something he didn’t want me to find out about.
The fact that he was hitting me with that grin now spoke volumes. He was up to something, but I wasn’t going to find out what it was just yet.
“Come on,” I said, taking his arm. “Let’s get into the party and see what there is to see.”
“I thought you’d never say so,” he said, that grin still on his face as he led me in.
3
Tommy
We stepped into the mansion and I looked around in envy. I knew the good Lord said we weren’t supposed to covet another man’s possessions, but it’d also always struck me just how at odds the good Lord’s pronouncement on that score was with the whole society we’d put together here in God’s country of the good old US of A.
Whatever. I was looking around the mansion right now, and I was liking what I was seeing in here. It was the kind of place that made me want to go out and bust my ass at dive bars every night that I could, hustling to make sure that I got a little slice of this pie someday.
And boy was it impressive. It was a real mansion. We’re not talking the kind of McMansion doctors or lawyers might have out in the suburbs. No, this was the kind of mansion a real rich person had, and it was made up to look like something fancy from Europe.
I’m sure Gina would be able to tell me all about the architectural cues they were taking in the place, but all I cared about was the place looked fancy.
And right there at the entrance was none other than Ray Bob standing at the front of a line of people moving into the house and greeting every one of them with a warmth that didn’t surprise me at all.
It wasn’t like someone got to be as successful as he was by being an asshole or anything. Not in this town, at least.
“Who’s that guy?” Gina asked, looking at him with interest.
I looked at her looking at Ray Bob and felt another twinge. It was like the one that’d hit me when she was talking about all the beautiful people working or going to this party, and I was surprised at it.
I was supposed to be jealous watching my wife watching other people with interest like that, but all I could think about was how hot it was that she was looking at other people like that and even doing that whole subconscious lip biting thing that she did when she was turned on.
That tell had let me know when she was interested in getting frisky on more than a few occasions. It was one of my favorite looks I’d ever seen from her, and that she was doing it now while she was looking at some of the people in the room, particularly at Ray Bob, was rich.
Especially since she was the one who’d just described the dude as a Jabba the Hutt wannabe. He was anything but, an I guess she was about to learn that one the hard way.
“That right there would be none other than the Ray Bob Donovan,” I said.
She cocked her head to the side as she looked at the guy. Honestly he was the kind of guy who looked like he could’ve stepped off the cover of any country album of the last decade or so when rugged pre
tty boys seemed to be the big thing.
Which made sense considering he got his start in the ‘00s when that trend was really becoming a thing, and had managed to parlay his success as a singer into creating his own label that was now one of the movers and shakers in this town where there were a lot of movers and shakers.
“That’s Ray Bob Donovan?” Gina asked, her grip tightening on me.
I looked down at her. I was interested in the way her dress clung to her body in all the right places, sure, but more than anything I was interested in the way her breathing was picking up as she got a good look at old Ray Bob. She was getting turned on, and I couldn’t help but feel a thrill at that.
I’d seen the way he looked when he talked about me bringing my wife to this thing. I could talk to her all I wanted about how he wanted to make sure the people working for him projected a certain image, but I think that deep down there was a part of me that knew he was interested in getting another look at my wife.
It was something that sent a thrill running through me, for all that I didn’t quite understand why another guy getting all hot and bothered about my wife should send a thrill running through me.
Maybe it was the knowledge that this man could have just about any woman in this town if he wanted to, and instead he was looking at my wife and knowing he didn’t have a chance in hell of actually getting with her because she was spoken for in the most permanent way possible, barring divorce court, thank you very much.
“You didn’t tell me that was Ray Bob Donovan,” Gina continued, her grip still tight on my arm.
“What do you mean?” I asked. “He’s like the biggest guy in this town right now. You could’ve looked him up if you really wanted to know what he looked like.”
“I thought he’d be like one of the rich assholes at the bank or something. You know the type.”
I knew the type. The rich assholes at her work did tend to look like overweight frat boys and former football stars who’d let themselves go in a major way. There were even a couple of older guys who bore more than a striking resemblance to toads.
“Yeah, well not my fault you didn’t bother to look up who we were visiting tonight. Now come on. I’m sure he’s going to want to meet you,” I said.
Again I got a little thrill thinking of this guy wanting to meet my wife. Oh yeah, there was something about him getting all hot and bothered thinking about my wife that was getting me all hot and bothered. To the point that I had to adjust myself to make sure I didn’t have an awkward problem sticking out.
It was one thing to be pressing against my wife with my hard cock out in front of this place, but another thing entirely to be surrounded by some of the most influential people in this town doing the same thing.
Ray Bob’s face lit up when he saw us. Sure he seemed happy to see me, but I wasn’t stupid. I didn’t miss the way his eyes ran up and down my wife’s body as he saw us, and he licked his lips.
From the way Gina blushed she hadn’t missed it either. Then again she’d always been pretty good about picking out when a guy was interested in her, and from the way Ray Bob was staring at her there was no doubt he was interested and liking what he saw.
That look from a man as powerful as Ray Bob Donovan was enough to get my cock stirring again. Oh yeah. He could have anyone he wanted, and right now it was clear what he wanted was my wife.
He wasn’t going to get her, of course. Gina wasn’t that kind of girl, and she never would be that kind of girl. Still, the thought that my wife wasn’t that kind of girl only made it that much hotter thinking about her giving into a man like that.
“You never told me he was so handsome,” Gina hissed at me.
“What can I say?” I said. “The man was a star in his own right about a decade back. You don’t get to do that and be ugly in country these days.”
“Good thing for you you’re such a looker, in that case,” she said, intertwining her fingers with mine as we pulled closer.
We were next in line. It was one of those moments of truth. One of those moments that could make or break my career. If Ray Bob Donovan decided he liked us then it could be the ticket to so much more. It could mean that we’d be set for life, because he was the kind of kingmaker who could still do that in a world where music downloads had fucked over so many artists.
I licked my lips. It was a little difficult to think of an entire life boiling down to a moment like this. Was this going to be the moment when I made it, or was this going to be the moment I looked back on for the rest of my life as the moment when I could’ve been a contender, but everything got thrown away?
I just didn’t know, and the anticipation was killing me.
4
Gina
I knew I shouldn’t have been getting so worked up over a man like this Ray Bob dude. I mean even his name was ridiculous. It was like the sort of good old boy stuff that I’d only ever really see from some of the older farmers back home. The kind who unironically flew the Confederate flag from the back of their trucks even though we grew up in a state that was well north of the Mason-Dixon line and their great-grandpappies who fought in the Civil War would’ve been rolling in their graves to see their descendents flying a traitor flag.
Whatever. My mind was wandering. I needed to focus on the here and now. I was trying to think of anything but this man in front of me, because he was just that delicious and good looking.
I licked my lips as we approached. He turned and looked at us, and he gave me the sort of once over that had me feeling like I needed a cigarette by the time he was done looking me up and down.
Again I felt a fluttering in my stomach. Again I was having a tough time keeping it under control. My stomach twisted as I looked at him, and I was soaking wet down between my legs.
I wasn’t supposed to feel like this with another man. Tommy was the only man for me, thank you very much. We had a good sex life, and we were madly in love. Still, as this guy looked me up and down I couldn’t help but wonder what a walk on the wild side with him might feel like.
I pushed those thoughts away as we reached the front of the receiving line. Like we were in some old party at a palace or something, though I guess when you got down to it this guy was probably way richer than some royalty had been over the years.
“Tommy!” he said, his face splitting into a huge grin as he saw us approaching. He surprised me by pulling my husband in for a huge hug. “So glad y’all could make it tonight! I was starting to worry we weren’t going to see you!”
My eyes narrowed. The guy was talking about how glad he was to see my husband, but he was looking at me the entire time he was saying it. I suddenly got the feeling that it was me he’d really wanted to see here tonight, no matter what he said about really wanting to see Tommy.
That fluttering was back in my stomach. I suddenly found myself wondering if this was as much about my husband’s music as he thought it was.
What if there was another reason this guy had brought us out here? What if there was something other than wanting to make sure the people he signed were on the up and up when it came to mural turpitude? What if the reason he’d invited us out here tonight was because this was the kind of depraved rich person party where things got really interesting once the alcohol had been flowing for a little while?
I forced myself to calm the fuck down. Those thoughts weren’t helping anything, after all. I needed to get this under control, damn it. I definitely didn’t need to be looking at this guy and thinking about all the things I wouldn’t mind doing to him if I wasn’t here with my husband and happily married.
“And this beauty here must be your wife Gina,” he said, releasing Tommy from the hug and then turning on me.
I felt like smoothing out my dress under that look, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to give any indication that he was having that sort of effect on me. No, I was here with my husband and I was a happily married woman and I didn’t care how much this fabulously rich dude was staring at me. I wasn’t going
to entertain any thoughts of what I’d like to do to him.
Though he was a charmer, that was for sure. He reached out and took my hand, then leaned in and brushed his lips against it. That was good enough to send some goosebumps running up and down my body. I found myself wondering what his lips would feel like brushing up against other parts of my body.
Again I pushed those thoughts away. Those weren’t the kinds of thoughts a good married woman was supposed to have, damn it, and so I wasn’t going to have them.
“So nice to meet you,” I said. “I really hope that you and Tommy can have a good working relationship.”
“Oh I think we’re going to be able to work something out,” Ray Bob said, looking me up and down again.
And again I got the feeling that there was a hell of a lot more to what was going on here than something as innocent as him liking my husband’s music. I got the feeling that maybe there was going to be something more to Tommy getting signed by this label. I shivered. I’d heard about that sort of thing happening, of course, but I guess I never thought it was something that could happen to me.
And it had me wondering just how far I’d be willing to go to make sure that Tommy’s dreams came true.
I shivered as I thought of some of the ways I could make sure those dreams came true. I suddenly had the image of this Ray Bob asshole hovering over me, sweat on his brow as he stared down at me like I was the only woman in the world for him. As his muscles rippled while he held himself in a pushup position and drove his cock deep inside me.
Because in this fantasy scenario of course he was driving his cock deep inside me. Wasn’t that what the fantasy was all about when a man with more power than someone else made an indecent proposal where another man could get everything he’d ever dreamed of as long as he was willing to give up his wife?
Yeah, that was the kind of fucked up scenario that was running through my head as I looked at this sexy older man, and it was enough to make me wonder what the fuck was wrong with me that I was suddenly seriously entertaining the idea of fucking an older man.
