Jett

by Honey Palomino

  Soon, she would be all mine. I stroked my cock, looking in the mirror. If I squinted my eyes, I could almost imagine it was Jett touching me. Jett, stroking me faster and faster as she pressed her gorgeous, freshly cleansed body against me, her voice singing in my ear as waves of shuddering pleasure wash over me.

  Just as I was about to spill over the edge, I was interrupted by the loud shrieking of my cellphone.

  I looked at the caller ID and smiled.

  “Hello?” I answered.

  “The Hilton. Century Boulevard. Los Angeles.”

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  “Seth, I need a fucking vacation!”

  “It’s just a bad time, Jett, and you know it. You’re booked solid for the next eight months. And then you’re in the studio after that.”

  “I don’t really give a fuck, Seth. This isn’t fun anymore. I don’t know if it ever really was.”

  “Well, you’re stuck, Jett. This is your life now. Be grateful. A lot of people would kill to be in your shoes.”

  “Yeah, right.”

  I hung up the phone and turned around to see Colt watching me. Once again, we were in another hotel room. They all looked the same to me, and if I hadn’t checked the schedule earlier, I wouldn’t even known we were in Los Angeles.

  “You know, you really are the one in charge,” Colt said.

  “Yeah, sure,” I replied, sighing heavily and sinking into the white, silk couch.

  “Where’s your Mom, Jett? You haven’t mentioned her much at all.” Jett’s dad had never been in the picture, and she had always been especially close with her Mom.

  “My mom? Who fucking cares?”

  “Wow. What happened?”

  “You mean what happened after she pushed me into all this bullshit? After that ridiculous television contest and all the shit that happened, she was actually pretty supportive when I decided to change my image and play my own songs. She didn’t give a shit what I was doing, as long as the money was coming in. One day, she left her bank account open on a computer in my room. She had been checking it online, and was interrupted by a phone call. I looked, and it was then that I realized she had been funneling money from my production company into her bank account. We had long ago decided on a salary for her, even though she didn’t do a goddamned thing but nag me. Apparently, she decided that wasn’t enough for her, so she gave herself a raise of about a thousand percent.”

  “No fucking way. You own Mom was stealing from you?”

  “Yep. And you know what? Nobody would have known if I hadn’t seen it for myself. She had herself set up as the administrator for the company, and there was nobody else looking at the books.”

  “When I confronted her, she broke down crying. It was pathetic. I put her on the next plane home, and I haven’t talked to her since then.”

  “How long ago was that?”

  “About six years.”

  Colt whistled under his breathe.

  “Goddamn, girl. Is there anyone you can trust in this business? Don’t you have any friends?” He looked at me tenderly, and I melted under his concern. It was nice to have someone who wasn’t out for my money.

  “I do now,” I said, softly smiling at him.

  “Damn fucking right you do,” he grumbled, wrapping his massive arms around me. His warmth enveloped me, and I sighed against his chest. I had never felt safer in my life than I did at that moment.

  ****

  When I started the last song that night, I looked over to the side of the stage and saw Colt standing there. He was quite a vision, too. His arms were folded across his chest as he scanned the crowd. Rex stood behind him, pissed off that Colt was still around. When he saw me looking at him, he gave me a nod and a wink before I turned away, my fingers striking the guitar to begin the last song.

  The last few minutes of the show were always the most exhausting and the most satisfying. It was a strange high that I received after I had sweated my proverbial balls off. The crowd’s energy was at its peak, and we fed off of each other. When that song was over, I ran off the stage to the sound of hundreds of people stomping and yelling my name. It was a deafening roar, and I winked at Colt as I walked past him to speak to Rex.

  “The redhead wearing all black, and the blonde on the right in the white, low-cut top,” I whispered.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he grumbled. “That’s all? No men?”

  “Not tonight, Rex,” I replied.

  Colt looked at me curiously as Rex walked away. I jumped back on stage and waved to the crowd. The encore was dirty, quick and easy, but if I didn’t indulge the fans with the appearance of having given in to them, they would have stayed there chanting all fucking night.

  When the last note played, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. It was over. For at least twenty-four hours, I could relax. After bowing with my band to loud raucous applause for several minutes, we trailed off stage.

  As usual, my loyal assistant, Sam was there, her usual barrage of babble just waiting for me to ignore it.

  Colt grabbed my elbow, and ushered me to my green room. Once we were inside, I made a beeline to the waiting whiskey bottle.

  “God, I need a fucking drink!” I said, not thinking. When I turned to look at this face, I remembered. “Oh, fuck, sorry.”

  “It’s fine, no worries. Enjoy your drink, you earned it, right?”

  “Yeah, I guess so.” If I earned it, then why did I feel guilty gulping it down in front of him?

  “So, what did you think?” I asked, pushing the guilt away.

  He sidled up to me, his eyes smoldering as he peered deeply into mine.

  “I think you work too hard, that’s what I think.”

  “So you didn’t like the show?” I asked.

  “Of course I fucking liked it, are you kidding? You’re a fucking powerhouse, like I said before. I’m not surprised you’ve got crazy stalkers. You could drive a man wild with that body, those songs…that…ass.” He winked at me and I burst out laughing.

  “Oh, yeah?”

  “Yeah. If I hadn’t known you since you were a pimply faced teenager, I might be blown away, too,” he said.

  Oh, great. That’s what was holding him back, huh?

  “Yeah, Colt?” I said, suddenly feeling like I had a lot of work to do. I intended to see what was under those boxers, and soon, and if it took some convincing, well what the hell. Why not? I was up for the challenge. “Then I guess it won’t matter if I do this.”

  I took another sip of my liquid courage, and pulled the black lacy camisole I was wearing over my head. I stood in front of him, my breasts threatening to spill out of my black bra, daring him to react. Yearning for him to react. I wanted to feel his hands on me so badly, I could taste it.

  “Do what you gotta do,” he said, turning away from me. My heart sank. Maybe he wasn’t going to be so easy after all.

  “I gotta shower.” I grabbed the bottle, and walked out of the room in a huff.

  ****

  By the time we got to the Hilton, I was three sheets to the wind, and ready to party. Colt had been uncharacteristically quiet during the ride to the hotel, but I didn’t think much of it. He had a habit of talking a lot and then not saying much of anything for a long period of time. He was hot and cold, but I was so buzzed I just didn’t care.

  Five minutes after we got to the hotel room, there was a knock on the door. Colt looked at me curiously before answering it.

  “Expecting someone?” he asked.

  “That’ll be Rex. Let him in. He has a delivery for me.”

  “Another delivery? It better not be another suit,” he said, opening the door to Rex and the two women I had pointed out to him. “What the fuck?”

  “Ma’am, do you need anything else?” Rex asked, completely ignoring Colt.

  “Nope, thanks, Rex. See you tomorrow,” I said, pulling the two wide-eyed women into the room and closing the door.

  “Jett! It’s really you! Oh, my god, we thought he was lying!” the blond
e said.

  “It’s so nice to meet you! You’re my favorite, my very favorite!” the red-head squealed. I laughed, pulling them over to the bar.

  “Thanks, girls. Let’s get you two a drink! This is Colt!” I gestured to an astonished Colt as the two girls looked at him incredulously.

  “Are you a biker?” the blonde asked.

  “Yeah, um…yeah, I am.” Colt looked uncomfortable.

  “That’s really sexy,” the redhead said, walking up to him, and caressing his cut. “I’m Ginger.”

  “Ginger, huh?” Colt said, staring down at her. “Of course you are.”

  “I know, I know,” she said, fingering her red hair. “This is my friend Olivia.” She nodded to her friend, and they both stood there looking back and forth between the two of us.

  “C’mon, girls, let’s party!” I said, pouring them both shots from the bottle I was holding.

  “Jett,” Colt said, pulling me aside. “What the fuck are you doing?”

  “I’m doing what I do most every night of my life, Colt. Trying to relax, just unwinding a little,” I said. My voice slurred, and I wished I wasn’t so drunk, but I was so far gone it just didn’t matter anymore. All I could think about was forgetting everything that I had been so stressed out about, and the only way I knew how to do that was with a bottle and a few naked bodies. If Colt wasn’t going to get naked with me, then I could easily find some others who would. “Maybe you should join us. You could use some relaxing, don’t you think?”

  “For fuck’s sake, Jett…” his voice trailed off as he walked away. He sat on the couch, watching me as I began drinking with Olivia and Ginger. The girls giggled and began talking to me again, going on and on about how much they loved me, and how they couldn’t believe they were actually here with me.

  “Let’s forget about all that, and just have a good time, huh? This place has a state of the art stereo system, let’s use it!” Within moments, the music was blaring through the walls, and the three of us were dancing around the room while Colt sat watching stoically. I winked at him, and he shook his head and smiled.

  “Don’t be such a stick in the mud!” I yelled to him, walking over to him and pulling him up. “Dance with me!”

  “No way, Jett, what the fuck?” he growled.

  “Fine!” I said, pushing him away. He sat back down on the couch, and I began dancing with the girls, our bodies undulating together to the pounding of the music. I turned to Olivia, looking into her eyes, and then sunk my fingers into her blonde hair, pulled her head back and kissed her full on the lips, my tongue twirling with hers deliciously. I pulled away, and kissed Ginger just as passionately.

  I knew Colt was watching. I knew it was turning him on. I wanted him to watch. My body was finally feeling alive for the first time all day, and if he wouldn’t kiss me, then I would do my damnedest to make him pay for it.

  The girls and I sank into the soft carpet, our clothes falling away, our limbs tangling together as we caressed and kissed and licked each other for the next few hours. After a while, I forgot Colt was there, and I lost myself in the softness of their skin and the sweet sound of their moans echoing in the room.

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  When I woke up, my cock reminded me of last night’s events. It hadn’t forgotten for a second, and I had tossed and turned, trying to ignore the images that were running through my mind.

  Jett, drunk.

  Jett, naked.

  Jett, tangled up on the floor with two of the hottest chicks I had even seen. It was like a fantasy come to life, and it took strength that even I didn’t know I possessed to resist joining them on the floor in front of me, and fucking all three of them until they couldn’t walk anymore. But I didn’t.

  But, watch? You bet your ass I did. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, no matter how painful my throbbing cock had become. I was determined not to get involved with Jett, and apparently she was determined to make that as hard as fucking possible. Along with my aching cock.

  What the fuck had I gotten myself into? I groaned, and pulled myself from the couch. The girls had retreated to the bedroom when the sun came up, and I checked on them quickly before getting in the shower.

  They looked like sleeping goddesses. I shook my head. If the guys in my club knew what I was dealing with here, they would have kicked me out of the club on principle alone for resisting. Maybe I was an idiot after all.

  I jumped in the shower, trying desperately to forget my raging erection. Finally, I gave up, and gave it the attention it was demanding. Visions of last night danced through my head, and I let them. Jett, her head buried between Olivia’s thighs, her moans echoing through the room. Jett, her head thrown back in ecstasy as Ginger fucked her, her fingers disappearing into her pussy. The three of them kissing, their tongues tangling together as their tits pressed together. It was the sexiest fucking thing I had ever seen, and the image that pushed me over the edge, my body finally finding a release from the built-up tension that I had been ignoring for hours. I felt like fucking Superman. To resist a scene like that, I must have some kind of crazy superpowers.

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  I ordered room service. If those girls weren’t ravenous when they woke up, I would be surprised. When the knock came, I walked over to the door, and saw an envelope on the floor. Apparently, it had been slid under the door at some point. I picked it up, let the waiter in, tipped him, and closed the door behind him.

  I heard rustling in the other room as I opened the unmarked envelope. When I saw the contents, my stomach turned.

  Jett,

  You’re too good for that biker.

  He’s filthy.

  Soon, you’ll be clean again, and you’ll be all mine.

  Soon, pretty lady, very, very soon.

  I love you, Jack.

  Rage raced through my veins. So this asshole was watching us. He had seen me. Good. Because the motherfucker had better get used to it.

  I hope you got a good look, prick, I thought to myself, because I’m going to rip your eyes right out of your head when I catch you.

  ****

  “I’m bringing in reinforcements,” I said to Jett after we boarded the bus for the drive. “And I’m firing Rex.”

  “Reinforcements?” she asked. “Who?”

  “I’m going to have one of my brothers come join us. We need someone to stand guard outside your hotel room, your green room, wherever you are, twenty-four, seven. Crazy Jack is getting too fucking close.”

  “Okay, whatever you think is the right thing to do.” I had showed her the note I found when she woke up, and the fear in her eyes killed me. In the bright morning light, she wasn’t drunk anymore, and she quickly kicked the girls out of the room and sent them on their way. “Rex’s shift ends at midnight. I guess he has to sleep, too. I usually just let Seth make those decisions, but you’re right, Colt.”

  “Damn right I’m right,” I said.

  She looked at me shyly, drinking coffee, her eyes clear and serious.

  “I’m sorry about last night. I needed to blow off a little steam.”

  “I saw that,” I said, images of last night threatening to wash through my head again, my cock twitching in my jeans. “Let’s just forget about it.”

  “Yeah, okay.”

  “There is one thing, though, Jett. That shit isn’t safe, you know? Maybe you should lighten up on having strangers brought to your room? Maybe lighten up on the drinking too?”

  Her eyes clouded over with anger, and she stared me down.

  “Don’t try to tell me what to do, Colt. I cope with this shit as best as I can. You don’t know what it’s like to be me, goddammit!” She was almost shouting, which caught me completely by surprise. Apparently, this was a sensitive topic. I reminded myself to attempt to be a little gentler next time, even though I had been far from harsh.

  She walked away from me, mumbling something about sleeping, and locked herself in her bunk. I sighed, letting her go.

  She was right. Non
e of this was easy on me. I could only imagine how hard it was on her.

  I pulled my cell phone out. First, I called Rex. When I told him he was fired, he almost sounded relieved. I think he stopped himself just before he started to thank me. I shook my head as I hung up with him, grateful he had been a man about it. Next, I called the club. Rusty answered his phone on the first ring.

  “Colt! How’s it going, man?” he asked.

  “Brother, I need some help.”

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  The lobby of the Four Seasons in San Francisco was bustling with activity. That was a good thing. It was easy to blend in as I sat here, my face hidden behind my newspaper as I waited for Jett to arrive. Yesterday, I slipped the note under her door, and by the look on her face when she emerged from the Hilton, she had received it. She wasn’t wearing her sunglasses that time, and I could see those pretty eyes clearly through my binoculars. She looked troubled.

  I was glad.

  Hopefully, she was beginning to think about her vile behavior. Hopefully, she was realizing just how filthy she was. Especially now. I was annoyed to see that dirty man with her that day, his hand resting on the small of her back as she climbed onto the bus.

  He was disgusting. He had to go.

  Just when I thought she couldn’t get any more disgusting, I looked up right as she strolled through the hotel lobby with not just one, but two sleazy bikers. One on each side!

  Oh, Jett!

  What is she doing to herself? Why does she insist on going farther down such a sinful road? It’s as if she doesn’t know how pure she can be.

  She needs reminding. She needs me. She needs me to show her, to clean her, and then I can possess her.

  And if she wants to put this disgusting scum in between us, I will just have to do away with them.

  No, no…this simply won’t do.

  After she disappeared into the elevator with the two men, I picked up the package laying on the table in front of me and walked to the front desk.