by Ema Bancroft
Shit. She was nice. I couldn't even hate her.
Mabel was on the other side of the catwalk, dancing with her hands waving wildly over her head. I was nervous about her coming to the concert and the party afterwards, but Elijah had assured me that no one had to know that we knew each other. He'd even booked her ticket in his name, so there was no connection to me.
Mabel sang along with a huge smile on her face, reaching out to Raul every time he passed by. He feared for his life if she ever managed to wrap her fingers around his ankle.
The show went off without a hitch. Some girls even started singing my name after Uncharted Territory. We ended with "I Need to Have Ya" and came off the stage with a standing ovation. When the acclamation continued, we finally came back for an encore, singing one more number with 4-squares.
And then it's over.
"Hitting out party E.
C.? "Four squares is J. J. Jones asked as we walked down the hall to the dressing rooms.
"I suppose,"he replied without enthusiasm.
"It'll be amazing,"said J. J. with a smile. "Totally cool!"
Okay, I was starting to see why the guy got nervous with Elijah.
Elijah shrugged, but J. J. was not discouraged.
"It's gonna be a great ass tonight,"he said, shaking his eyebrows. "I heard Jill might come through here."
My ears were cheered at the mention of Elijah's ex. I saw him stiff in the corner of my eye, but he said nothing.
"She's sexy,"J. J. continued, ignoring Elijah's reaction. "I heard you've been telling anyone who would listen that you're back."
Elijah's jaw tightened slightly. My stomach's turned upside down.
"That true? " J. J. persisted. " Back together"?
Elijah ignored it when we arrived at the door of our dressing room. He came in and put his sweaty sweatshirt on his head and headed for the makeshift bar, mixing a Jack and Coca-Cola. I tried not to stare at his muscular back while we were following him, and J. J. was floating at the door, obviously waiting to be invited in.
"So,"he said after a few minutes. "I guess I'll see you guys at the party."
Ethan took a beer out of the fridge. "Yes. We'll see you around,"he said, spinning the top and giving a big tug. He threw a beer at Roland, Raul, and me, and took off our shirt, using it to clean his wet chest.
J. J. I hesitated for a moment at the door and I almost felt sorry for him. Then he said eagerly,"E. C. I'll buy you a drink... and if Jill doesn't show up, we'll find a good pussy, okay? It'll be awesome, brother!"?"
All understanding thoughts flew out the window.
Elijah said nothing. He just came in through the bathroom door, and I heard the shower turn on.
J. J. 's face fell off and he turned and left without saying anything else.
Although we had all agreed on one dressing room, we were all assigned three. They all had adjoining toilets with private showers, so I was able to shower and change without worrying about anyone seeing my bandage or my impressive new rubber cock.
Well, I may have been getting too attached to my dick. I'd like to think it was because it was the first thing Elijah gave me, but I actually had to admit that I really liked it.
I felt good. It made me look tough. And he gave me something to do when I was nervous.
Anyway, I had the idea of bringing a clean bandage with me, so I took a shower and got dressed up without incident, and soon we were back in the limo on our way to the party afterwards on the roof of the 60 Thompson Hotel in SoHo. The rooftop was full of people congratulating us and patting us on the back and giving us drink. Square 4 was there, but I noticed J. J. seemed to be moving away from Elijah. I was talking to Terri's good friend, and they seemed to be hitting it off.
A little hand threw me out the back of a palm tree in a flowerpot. I stumbled a bit and found myself staring at Mabel's anxious face.
"You have to introduce me to Rocket,"she said with a quick look over her shoulder. Raul was standing next to the bar, drinking his drink.
"Mabel, I can't,"I hissed. "No one is supposed to know we've met."
"Come on, Daisy..." In my pointy look, she snorted. "Tim,"she corrected. "Just tell him we're old friends or cousins or something. I have to meet him. "She stepped on her foot to emphasize her point."
I replied,"Did you just step on me?"
Mabel dazzled. "Did you just sniff me? " She folded her arms across her chest, staring at me. Her determined, almost frenetic look reminded me a little of the Ninja Fan outside the Today Show. I twisted under her piercing gaze.
"Well,"I finally gave in. She yelled at me and I quickly said,"But don't talk about me. We..." I thought for a minute. "We were neighbors for a while, that's all. We water each other's plants and greet each other in the hallway. You know nothing of my past."
"Okay," Mabel nodded impatiently, bouncing off her toes.
"I got you the tickets because..." I bit my lip in concentration. "Why did you pick up my mail when I was on vacation in Hawaii last winter?"
Mabel hit her foot, raising an eyebrow.
"Maybe you're thinking too much about this."
I nodded. "Okay... we used to be neighbors. Old friends... but casual. Keep him lazy."
Mabel turned her eyes. "I don't want to talk to Rocket about you anyway!"
"Okay. "I wiped my sweaty hands on my jeans. "Just... just calm down, okay?"
"You're the only one who's going crazy,"she noted. "Can we go now?"
I nodded, and Mabel walked with me to the bar. Rocket nodded his head at me. "B. Who's your friend? " His eyes turned to Mabel, the side of his mouth rising in a lazy half smile. I heard her whimpering beside me.
"This is Mabel,"I replied, putting my hands in my pockets nervously. " She... uh... watered my plants"?
I was pretty sure Mabel wanted to kick me. But she didn't, which I appreciated.
"When we were neighbors,"I'm sorry to say. "I used to water my plants... and pick up my mail"?
Fortunately, Raul ignored me, his focus was completely on Mabel. He reached for her hand. "Nice to meet you, Mabel. Can I buy you a drink?"
Mabel took his side. "Isn't this an open bar?"
Raul smiled at her with a smile. "You got me."
She smiled flirting. "Do I?"
I changed from one foot to another. "So... yes... I guess I just...?"
Raul's eyes fixed on Mabel's 5-point shirt. "Did you like the show?"
Mabel leaned in toward him, picking up his glass and taking a sip. "It was great."
I blinked at the two of them as they looked at each other. "I'll see you later,"I said sadly.
Mabel did not look away from Raul. "Well,"she replied, blushing as he drank his drink, draining the glass.
I walked away, almost certainly neither of us noticed, and I grabbed a beer from a passing waiter.
After a few drinks, I had to go to the bathroom. I was actually getting really good right now. I snuck out of the party, pulling a ball cap out of my pocket and pulling it under my forehead. I took the elevator to the lobby, quickly approached the bar on the first floor and - with another quick look to make sure no one was looking - rushed into the ladies' room.
I knew I could have gone to the men's room.
And sure, it probably would have been safer. But let's face it, men's rooms are disgusting. No matter how pleasant the installation, the bathroom type always smells like old urine and B. O. And why does it look like they could never hit where they were pointing?
Does a girl have to have standards... even if she wasn't a girl right now?
Besides, he gave me a little rush, like a spy, except without the guns.
Agent Double-Oh-Number-One... or Number Two, as the case may be?
I laughed a little. He could have been a little drunk.
I did what I set out to do, and with a little more thorny subterfuge, I came out of the bathroom and went back to the party. Mabel and Raul sat at a table in the corner, their heads glued tightly to one another, while they
ignored the rest of the world. I picked up another beer and talked to a few people, watching Elijah all the time.
Then the world changed.
I saw the legs first. Long... so damn long that they seemed to go on forever... from the tips of her four-inch heels to the tiny short skirt of her silky blue dress. She laughed, returning her shiny black hair... hair so smooth that it shone in the faint roof lights. Even in the darkness I could see the perfect smoothness of her porcelain skin... her perfect straight and white teeth where they looked out from behind the red and round lips?
It was perfection. And I hated her. And I couldn't stop staring.
Jill Cox. And she was standing with Elijah, touching him... laughing with him. He drank his drink, his free hand in his pocket. She smiled, reaching into his elbow.
My heart sank. I didn't have a prayer. There was no way I could compete with that.
"Tim! " Ethan called me. I hadn't even seen him standing next to her, holding Terri's hand. He waved his hand at me, and I forced a casual look on my face as I joined them, trying not to stare at Jill's thin arm passing through Elijah.
"This is the new guy, Tim Caldwell,"Ethan told Jill. "B... do you know Jill Cox?"
"Hello,"I said, my voice clicking. Ethan laughed and I stared at him.
"It happens to everyone,"he said with a smile.
I took it off, giving her a hand. "Hi, Jill. Nice to meet you."
She smiled, her bright blue gaze moving from my outstretched hand, slowly towards my face.
"Well, hello, Tim,"she purred, releasing Elijah and taking my side. She rose above me at least six inches, putting her broad assets right in front of my face. I could smell the light scent of her perfume as she held her perfectly cared for fingers slowly across my arm, bringing me closer.
What the hell...?
I swallowed hard, confused and more than a little scared. So... very slowly, she bowed and kissed my cheek.
"Aren't you the prettiest? " she muttered.
I hardened.
Well…shit.
Chapter 6
Chapter 6 - I can't let you go
E. C.
Fucking Jill.
I knew what she was trying to do, of course. Thirty seconds earlier, she was on top of me, leaning on my arm so she could rub her huge tits at me.
Okay, I liked that part... a little bit. I am a man. Suing me?
Anyway, Jill made it perfectly clear that she had fond memories of our weekend together and that she was willing to repeat it. If Ethan and Terri hadn't come any closer, I think I might have tried to put my hand in my pants.
Which should have been attractive, but it made me very nervous. I looked around the rooftop, hoping I could get rid of Jill before Daisy saw her. I didn't see Daisy anywhere, so I relaxed a bit, trying to think things through.
I had some problems, which I tried to sketch while Jill had a double D crushed against my biceps.
First I had to get rid of Jill without drawing unnecessary attention. I knew that even with the security around the party, there were a few paparazzi sneaking in - not to mention the dozens of phone cameras lurking around - and any of them would be more than happy to take a few pictures of Jill and I yelling at each other that would be on the Internet just a few hours before they got to the tabloids. I had to do it right, but without giving Jill the wrong message.
Which led to trouble number two: Daisy. I didn't want her to think that Jill was okay, but at the same time I couldn't say that she was okay with her or him.
However, I hadn't anticipated problem number three - although I could hardly be held responsible for that because of, you know, the tits on my arm. When Daisy came closer, I immediately panicked, wondering if she was going to get the wrong idea about Jill and me.
I didn't even think about the possibility that Jill could focus her attention on the new member of our group.
So, when she slipped and kissed Daisy on the cheek, everyone flirting and "Aren't you the prettiest? " I was paralyzed, unsure of how to respond. Jill joined Daisy's arm with Daisy's, bending down to rub her tits on her arm.
She had to bend down a bit, as Daisy was lower than me, so it was as if Daisy's shoulder had swallowed her cleavage. Jill looked at me with a mocking smile, and I knew she was trying to make me jealous. Daisy, however, had a battle of expressions on her face that would have been funny if the situation hadn't been such a fucked-up disaster waiting to happen. I could say she was scared, but trying to stay calm and figure out how a guy would respond to a supermodel by rubbing her tits on his arm.
All right, yes. That shouldn't have given it much thought.
I didn't want to say anything to make Jill think I was jealous, or that we had a chance in hell to make out again, but I didn't want to leave Daisy hanging either. Ethan was no help at all. I had my hand up Terri's ass, and from the smile on him face, I realized I was whispering dirty things in his ear. It was all up to me.
"Shit, Jill, leave Tim alone,"I finally told him, trying to be angry and irritated. "He's just a kid."
Jill raised one eyebrow, gently squeezing the upper part of Daisy's arm. "He doesn't look like a child. " She turned to Daisy, licking her lips. "How old are you, honey?"
Daisy swallowed nervously. "Eighteen."
"See? " Jill turned to me victoriously. "Perfectly legal."
Jill was starting to piss me off, and it really had nothing to do with Daisy being a girl, or the fact that I liked her. I knew that Jill would never give an eighteen-year-old boy like Tim Caldwell the time of day, and that she was just messing with him to get to me. It bothered me.
"Well, Tim's not interested,"I said bluntly.
Jill's eyes widened wide. "Jealous, E. C.?"
I mocked. "Shit, no. All I know is that Tim has better taste.
At that point, Ethan decided to participate. I noticed that Terri had gone to talk to her friends, which unfortunately allowed him to contribute to the conversation.
"What are you talking about, E. C.? "he asked. "What kind of asshole wouldn't want to sleep with Jill? "He winked at Jill, and she smiled back."
"Thank you."
"No problem, honey."
I hissed in Ethan. "She's just messing with Tim to get to me."
Jill sniffed. "Very selfish"?
I turned on her. "You know Tim's not your style, Jill. You'd eat him alive."
"What? " Daisy fell silent, her voice quickly overshadowed by Jill's.
"You're pissed because I'm not eating you,"she grunted.
"I've been there. Done that. There's nothing to write at home.
"I can handle it myself,"Daisy growled.
"Uh…guys? "Ethan quietly interrupted. " People are watching"?
I wanted to relax, my mouth lifting up in a smile that faded the angry tone of my voice. "Just leave Tim alone, Jill."
"But I liked him,"she insisted, holding Daisy's arm tighter and pressing her shoulder even deeper into the crack between her tits. Despite my irritation, my eyes turned to that point of contact. Little Henry could have started to stir, wondering what the fuss was all about.
Again. Guy. Sue me.
"You don't like him,"I said between tight teeth, dragging my eyes toward Jill's face.
"Uh..." Daisy's eyes were running frantically?
"I do,"Jill said stubbornly, turning Daisy sharply and throwing her arms around her neck. She shot a murderous look at me before she bowed down to kiss Daisy.
Just before her lips touched, I heard Daisy's little voice screech desperately. "I have a girlfriend!"
Daisy
I didn't know what else to do. I stood there paralyzed as Jill Cox clung to my arm, trying to figure out how to get out of the impossible situation.
It didn't take me long to figure out that Jill wasn't really interested in me. It was obvious I was just trying to make Elijah jealous. But, at the same time, I had to keep the facade that was an eighteen-year-old boy with a beautiful supermodel hanging from my arm. I glanced sidelong at the impressive
woman next to me.
She was relatively certain that no male red-blooded males could resist it. I think it would even test Roland's determination.
So Elijah tried to defend me, and they got into a big fight. Elijah said something about her eating me alive - which pissed me off a little bit - I mean, I could handle Jill Cox... if I were a guy...
I looked at her again. Okay, maybe Elijah was right.
And when she turned to me, her shining blue eyes dropping into my mouth and narrowing in concentration, I knew what was coming.
She was gonna kiss me.
I panicked. I didn't want to kiss another girl. The fan outside of the Today Show surprised me and almost got out of hand. I definitely didn't want that to happen again. I also had the feeling that Jill would not be satisfied with a small snack. She looked like a woman who could kiss. Words like "devour" and "consume" went through my mind, and I felt myself bowing away from her as she concentrated on my lips...
I had to stop her.
But how?
My mind accelerated, and I finally said the only thing I thought would work.
"I have a girlfriend."
Jill froze. "Really?"
"Really? " Ethan echoed.
I nodded furiously, still leaning towards her. "Yes... yes... we're very serious"?
Jill's head moved to the left, her eyes narrowed over Elijah.
"It's true,"he said quickly. "We're not supposed to give importance to the image of the group. " He shrugged, rubbing one hand through his hair and looking away.
Jill turned to me, still suspected. "What's her name?"
What's her name?
What's her name?
Why couldn't I think of a girl's name? My mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.
"Mabel. " Elijah's voice burst into my frenetic thoughts. I looked at him with astonishment and was surprised to see him smiling.
"Mabel"? Jill repeated, finally pulling back and loosening her grip on my arm.
"Mabel what? " The familiar voice behind me made me wish I could crawl under a table and curl up in a ball. I turned slowly to find Raul and Mabel standing there waiting.
