“Well you’re my date tonight so I think I should be fine. We just have to keep the whole NO alcohol thing under wraps somehow. I can handle D.”
The set is finally assembled and the roadies have our guys all set up to play tonight. The twenty thousand fans are roaring louder than I remember and the chanting is just begun with thousands of fist pumps going and fans yelling ‘Stricken, Stricken, Stricken.’
Deacon joins the stage first, from the opposite side from where we are standing. He looks our way and his chocolaty eyes widen. Yep, that’s right D I look like a hooker tonight. He points his finger at me. I raise an eyebrow to see what he might actual say.
He mouths ‘You’ and points his finger again in my direction. ‘Turn’ and he turns around. I laugh. ‘Me.’ He points to his chest with his thumb. ‘On’ and he grabs his dick in his jeans.
I blush with a smile, roll my eyes and shake my head like he’s a moron. He shrugs mouthing ‘What?’
I wave him off and turn to face Stacy who is in the middle of a conversation with a stagehand and completely missed the Deacon Mime show.
“You missed it.” I say as he ushers off the stagehand.
“Huh? What’d I miss?”
I explain Deacon’s little display.
“I told you.” He tugs my hair. “You’re hot. And that’s why Frankie just came to me. Apparently there’s a famous ad executive in the VIP seats tonight that saw you standing up here. Wanted to request you accompany him to the after party tonight as his date.”
My mouth drops open and my forehead crinkles, confused. “What?”
“You heard me. I don’t know which executive it is. Frankie didn’t give me a name. He just said that that if you agreed the executive said they’d make it worth your while.” He says.
“Well I don’t want to screw some ad executive because he thinks I look like a glorified prostitute.” I argue.
“You don’t look like a hooker Em, you look hot. The perfect image of a rockers girlfriend except you’re single and the way Frankie put it, it’s not about sex. He wants to give you something in return for a date to the after party and that will probably have something to do with extra publicity for the band. So it’s like a job proposal except you date somebody to help the band.” He explains, his tone is even and I can tell he’s not trying to push me into doing this but I get the feeling he wants me to.
“So basically I’m whored out for the night and the band is my pimp?” I bark with my hand on my hip. I’m going to do the damn thing. I just want him to understand that I am not a whore for hire all the time. This is a onetime deal and that’s it. If my ass didn’t wear this get up, I wouldn’t be worrying about this. I guess wearing sluttier clothes does get you more attention.
I turn back around and all the guys are on stage Johnathan enters from the opposite side of the stage as did the rest of the band and belts out his first song of the night.
“I’ll do it. Tell Frankie to go tell this ad executive I’ll escort him to the after party tonight and be his date but nothing more, nothing less.”
“Thank you babe.” Stacy kisses my cheek excitedly and runs off like he just won a million dollars.
After two songs go by and I am shaking my groove thang like a go-go dancer on the side of the stage. I love their music. I missed it the whole week we were in Indiana. The song Tantalizing ends and Johnathan moves into Broken Dreams. He gazes over at me. This is the first time he’s seen me since this morning in the bus. His eyes widen just like D’s did when he saw my outfit. I shrug and press my knees together and bite my lip innocently. Batting my eyes at him, teasing and taunting him. This is what he deserves for showing me his cock this morning. I’ve had that damn image burned into my retinas all fucking day long. It will take days to scrub it out of my brain.
He snatches the mic off the stand, singing, he walks my way slowly. His beautiful green eyes are glowing while he makes love to the mic with his beautiful voice. His eyes are traveling up and down me, shivers travel the length of my body. It feels like he’s fucking me with his eyes and I can feel my greedy whore waking up. She’s craving his attention.
I know he can’t do anything while he’s on stage but turn me on. Which is working. That mouth of his is moving to the lyrics but his eyes are undressing me. Oh god! His eyes land on my tits and I think I might actually come. He needs to stop this. Jesus, he’s sexy in a white button down dress shirt untucked with a giant skull adoring the back of it. His sleeves are rolled up exposing his hot tattoos and the top two buttons are open. I lick my lips. The pulse in my clit is throbbing. I run my fingers through my hair. How does this man do this to me?
He turns his body to the audience but I can see it perfectly. His eyes are locked into mine his finger runs down this chest and pops two more buttons open on his shirt. The crowd goes crazy.
If he’s going to tease me and the woman in the crowd I am going to do this too god damnit! I bend down and slowly sensually run my fingers from my ankle to my knee, I circle my finger around my kneecap my eyes still locked in his and gently make my way up to the hem of my skirt. Sliding my hand into my inner thigh I move up and up until I cup my sex and give him an “O” face with a sexy grin. He misses a word in the song and the guys just realize what he’s looking at. Keith is giving me a ‘cut the shit out.’ Look.
But I’m not about to stop now he wants it I can see the lust pooling in his gaze and the slight outline of his hard cock in his jeans. Keith takes center stage to take up the space Johnathan is ignoring thanks to me. I pop my finger into my mouth and slowly suck it. His eyes grow wider if that’s possible then they quickly shift into something dark and feral. He bends over the kicks off his boots and the entire crowd is screaming his name. He breaks our gaze and looks out to the crowd ripping his shirt open. Buttons fly everywhere. Woman are screaming and panties start flying onto the stage in mass quantities. I can’t help but laugh at the stupidity of those woman. But I’m not any better. Making love to my finger to turn on a rocker that I just so happen to be carrying the babies of. Not very smart. But it’s sure as hell fun!
“What the fuck is going on?” Stacy asks returning to my side. He looks on stage and sees Johnathan’s shirt wide open, his shoes off and it’s hard not to recognize a boner when you see one. “What the hell is he thinking? Woman are going to have a poster of this on their bedroom walls by the end of the week!”
I laugh. “He wants to play dirty with me so I’ll show him dirty.” I twirl my hair in my fingers.
“Oh, I should have known you were the cause for this. Look at you.” He barks out a laugh. “This is the first time in four years he’s shown off his rockin’ bod at a concert.”
I shrug with a naughty smile. “Well after this morning’s stunt I thought it only appropriate he gets paid back in full.”
“What happened this morning?” he asks curious.
So I tell him the whole story, leaving nothing out. He laughs the whole time.
“Yeah you’re right he deserves this.” He kisses my cheek and smacks my ass. “Your fine as hell and I am sure it’ll kill him if you dance in this get up tonight with your new date.” He whispers into my ear.
What an idea! What an awesome idea!
Chapter Twenty One
We listen to the rest of the concert and Frankie the lanky stagehand comes to claim me right after the last song finishes. It’s a good thing too because I am sure Johnathan is none too happy with me turning him on while he was on stage tonight. The rest of the concert went off without a hitch and for the screaming fan’s Johnathan removed his sweaty shirt and chucked it onto the audience after the concert. They went wild and I think I saw somebody punch another person to get it. It’s like damn hyenas fighting over the last piece of meat.
“Madam I am to take you to the limo that is waiting for you outside.” Frankie says walking a head of me.
“Where is James? Is he riding along?” I ask. I know the rules that James stated to me this morning where I go he goe
s. Unless something changed.
“He’s outside waiting. He will be riding along with you to the club for the after party.”
“Is my date already in the limo or will I be meeting him there?” I gulp nervously. If James is there that means this dude whoever he is can’t try to fuck me in the backseat without some serious ass whopping.
“Yes. Now come they are waiting for you.”
We reach a big reinforced steel door and Frankie opens it for me. James is just on the other side, dressed in all black waiting for me.
“Hi James.”
He bows his head. “Ms. Bronwyn. This way.” He gestures with his hand
I follow his lead and he opens the door to a shiny black state of the art limo it’s beautiful and glossy. Total luxury.
I duck in and he shuts me in. I turn my head to find an attractive woman sitting in the seat across from me.
“Hi?” I mutter with a faked smile.
“Hello Emily. I’m Claire” the long shiny dark brown haired, big breasted woman with baby blue eyes introduces. She looks like a sexy model with curves in all the right places. If I was a man I would pick her out of the crowd and take her home with me.
“Hi.” I nod and smile politely. “Are we waiting for your boss?” I ask.
“No. Didn’t Frankie tell you?”
“Tell me what? I didn’t speak with Frankie my boss Stacy did.” I say softly.
This woman is so beautiful. I feel like a slob nobody being in the same car with her. I readjust myself in my seat. I must look ridiculous to her in these stupid fishnets and whore outfit. She probably think’s her boss hired me by the hour.
She giggles and it’s so cute. I wish I giggled that adorably. “Oh dear.” She giggles again and covers her pouty mouth with her perfectly manicured hand.
“I don’t know how to put this Emily. But…” she runs her hand through her beautiful long brown hair. It’s so thick and shiny I wonder what kind of shampoo she uses? “I’m your date.” She blurts with a sly smile and flickering blue eyes.
“What?” I ask quietly my tone doused with confusion. “Do you need me to do some work for you and you thought you couldn’t call the office to set up an appointment? I know our schedules are busy but I could do videoconferencing if you needed anything.”
She smiles softly. “No. No.” she shakes her head. “I’m a lesbian. I wanted to meet you, meet you. Not work stuff.” She shifts in her seat like she’s uncomfortable. Her breasts press tightly against her white button down blouse.
“Oh. But why? Have you looked at me?” I run my hand along my side. I am so not beautiful. Not like her.
“Yes, Silly. That’s why I wanted to see you tonight.” She says softly her voice is like angels singing. So beautiful and soft and delicate. I couldn’t picture this woman being an ad executive anywhere.
“Trust me Claire you could get a woman ten times better looking than me. Have you seen yourself in the mirror lately? You are hot. Model hot.” I blurt, completely inserting my foot in my mouth. I can’t believe I just said that to a woman I don’t even know. What am I thinking? But it’s true. She’s hot. I don’t do women but if I did she’d be the kind of woman I’d pick.
She lifts off her seat and slides over beside me. The woman who looks like a prostitute next to a woman who dresses like I normally dress. See I knew wearing this fucking outfit was a terrible idea. I feel like a slut and even less sexy. Now what she’s wearing is business sexy. I can see why men or woman would want to date her. She carries herself nicely and her voice is to die for. I’d pay good money to have a voice transplant and it sound like hers. Shit I’d pay good money for her hair and her boobs too. Not that I’m checking them out or anything.
“That’s sweet of you to say Emily. But woman I run into are so business oriented and boring. I hope it’s not a problem I asked you out tonight.” She says softly in that perfect sexy voice.
Oh, shit. No it’s not sexy it’s sweet and adorable. Like kittens. She’s like a kitten and kittens grow into pussycats. And she has a pussy. Oh god! I have got to get my head out of the fucking clouds. When my mom said I would be horny through this pregnancy I didn’t know she meant the whore between my legs might actually like women too. This is getting ridiculous. The woman just wants a date with me she’s not asking me to sleep with her. What is wrong with me? Maybe it’s the bi best friend shit on my mind. We did just have a huge conversation about him fucking men and woman and how he’s in love with Kyle still or I think he is. Maybe I’m questioning my sexuality? Am I? No. That’s stupid. I’m a woman who likes dick. Big fat juicy cocks like Johnathan’s. Oh my god! Johnathan is going to see me with this woman tonight. What is he going to think? Who the fuck cares! He can go suck it. I’m going to get off my fucking high horse and go on a professional date with this very hot woman sitting next to me and I’m not going to think about Johnathan’s cock or her pussy or either one of their very sexy very kissable lips. Son of a bitch! I’m doing it again! Maybe being pregnant means I become a whore. It sure feels like it. My pussy hasn’t stopped throbbing since this morning and now it’s just getting worse being six inches from soft supple breasts. Holy cow! I don’t even like breasts. Except mine. I like mine. Maybe I’ll like hers? Focus Em! Fucking Focus! Stop thinking about it all. Focus on your date and try not to fuck her. Goal tonight is to go home ALONE and flick the bic in a cold shower. Sounds like a perfect plan!
“Emily are you okay?” she asks.
Damnit, I zoned out again! I only do this when I think too much. Time to stop thinking and just do. Not do. Do. But go on a date. Dressed like a rocker slut and get the night over with because I need an orgasm bad and if I don’t get one before bed I am going to die.
“Yeah sorry my minds kind of jumbled. Been a long week is all.” I say softly.
She puts her hand on my thigh. It’s warm and soft like only a woman’s touch can be. God she feels nice. If I like it that much maybe I am bi? No… That’s not possible. I’ve never thought of women that way before.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she asks.
Oh bless her sweet lesbian heart. She wants to talk to me. The woman who is dressed like a hooker.
“No Thanks.” I pat her hand that’s resting on my thigh. “Oh and please forgive this outfit. It was an inside joke with a friend of mine that I would step outside the house in this get up.” I look down at myself. I look so stupid. What was I thinking?
“I think it’s hot.” She blurts, bites her pouty lip and her face turns beat red.
“You think?” I ask my voice turns up like four octaves.
She nods and bites that beautiful lip of hers again. Man I wish I looked as sexy as she does. She’s got it all. Beauty, brains, tits, probably a nice ass too. And that hair it’s so straight and thick and perfect. I bet is smells wonderful.
The limo stops and I hear a car door open. She takes her hand off my thigh and I feel sad to see it go. I liked the small amount of attention. It did make me feel kind of sexy.
“Ladies are you two ready to go inside?” James says opening the door for us.
She tugs my arm to get my attention. “This is going to be full of a lot of press. It’s like a red carpet event. And I’m sort of a big deal in the ad industry so if you walk in with me they will ask us to pose together.” She says her face looks worried. Really worried. I don’t think she likes the media’s attention at all. Not that I blame her. I’m not real fond of it either.
“Did you ask me to come so you can pose with me?” I ask. I think it’s a valid question. Ad executive and Stricken’s assistant manager. Could be good for both of our careers.
“No.” she rears back like I slapped her in the face. “I asked you here because I want someone to spend my time with. I was going to say you can hang back and let me go first so you don’t get bombarded.”
Okay, so now I feel like a total ass. I place my hand on her thigh. “I’m sorry Claire. I didn’t know. This is just so sudden that’s all. But if you
’d like to pose with me and won’t be embarrassed. I’d like to be your date.” I say softly. Trying to smooth over the pain I caused her.
Her face lights up and she smiles big. And that’s another reason to be jealous of her. It’s a perfect smile. Straight, white and she has small dimples.
“I could never be embarrassed with you. You’re gorgeous.” She says still smiling.
“Yeah well I’m glad one of us thinks that. But is this fashionable enough or should I take off these?” I pluck at the fish nets.
“No, no those are hot. But…” she crawls over to the side of the limo in a cabinet and pulls a blue caboodle of stuff out. “I think we can make you look more fashion forward. Your rock look is hot but we can make it even sexier. But only if that’s okay?” she says in that sweet angelic voice of hers.
I nod giving her the go-ahead. She applies a thick pink tinted gloss to my lips and hers and tilts my head down so I can flip it over and she sprays it to pump up the volume. She has this shimmery glitter spray that she sprays on my arms and across the top of my chest and into my hair. Apparently it will glisten in the lights during the photo shoot. Then she spruces up my eye shadow and I’m done. She hands me a mirror and I look even better than before and she’s right it’s more rock.
“See even better.” She smiles.
“Thanks.” I say as I follow her out of the limo and she offers her hand. I clasp it into her palm and she feeds her fingers through mine. We look like a couple. But honestly I don’t care she’s sexy and I should be proud that she would even want me to look like her lesbian lover. This is going to make the news tomorrow. So I better prepare myself. I slide my free hand down the side of my skirt and pop my lips together. They’re sticky with lip gloss.
“Don’t worry Emily. You look beautiful.” She leans in and whispers in my ear.
It feels strange to me almost the same height as someone for once. She’s maybe two inches taller than I am in my heels and she has on black heels too and a lovely jade green bracelet and necklace. Her blouse is open at the top and I can see her cleavage. Her boobs appear to be real and they’re a perfect milky white. I can’t help but look. So sue me! She is a lesbian and she thinks I’m hot. I have a right to check out her assets. Don’t I? Okay, maybe I don’t but the greedy bitch between my legs thinks different.
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