by N Kuhn
“My son, the hero. This gorgeous young lady has been here pleading for your release the whole time.” Stacey’s face flushes. For some reason, that turns me on. Her pure innocence like an aphrodisiac. Stepping away from my father, I make my way to her. Her eyes look everywhere but me. Whether embarrassment or just something ingrained in her from that douche bag, I lift her chin with my finger, until she’s looking me in the eyes. Hers glitter as if tears threaten to fall.
“You ok?” I ask her quietly, “I know that asshole. He isn’t worth your tears. Move on.” The liquid releases and she throws herself into my arms. Having no clue what to do, I just stand there, letting her cry for a moment. Looking over her head at my dad, he just shrugs, smiles and rocks his hips like he’s fucking her. I try not to laugh. At last she pulls away.
“Sorry, the tears aren’t for him. I have no idea how to thank you. You just don’t know. I’ve only known him a few weeks. This is the first time a man has ever hit me.”
“Well, don’t let it happen again. If I keep hitting guys like that, I won’t be able to play guitar anymore,” I joke, lifting my hand for her to inspect. It really looks worse than it id. Dried blood cakes my knuckles and until I wash them, there is no telling who it belongs to. Him or me.
“I wouldn’t want that, I’m a huge fan.” She smiles up at me. Wrapping my arm around Stacey’s shoulder, we walk towards the exit of the police station. Bas, Max, Duke and my dad wait at the doors. The look on Duke’s face means something is up.
“There’s a lot of paparazzi out there. Word has already gotten out that Marcus Dane’s son beat up someone and was arrested. When we go out there, I need you to just say ‘No comment’ and keep walking. Got it?” He looks at all of us, but his eyes settle on me. Nodding in assent, I take a deep breath and prepare myself.
As the doors open, we spill out into the circus of press. Shouts and camera flashes overwhelm me for a moment, and I’m stuck there frozen, unable to move from the top step. Stacey stands next to me, but tries to hide herself behind me. There are questions shouted at me, and I snap out of my trance, and begin slowly walking.
“Travis, is this your new girlfriend?”
“Marcus, do you and your son do drugs together? Do you share that girl?”
“Marcus, will you get your son out of charges?”
“Travis, did you do this because you’re gay?”
Where do they come up with this shit? Looking down at Stacey, her face has gone pale and she’s trying to hide her face.
Finally reaching the limo in front of the building, we all climb in.
“Stacey, I’m so sorry about this,” I say to her. Those cameras are going to have her face splashed over every tabloid in the world by morning. For me, it’s a new experience. The world will now know who I am, too bad it’s for something like this.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s nice to meet you, Travis. Thank you, for saving me. There’s no telling what he would have done, if you hadn’t stopped him from taking me.” Bas sits silently, watching, taking it all in. I wonder what he thinks of all this. Getting back to our new apartment, Marcus stops me from getting out.
“Come on son, let’s go party, have some drinks, you know, pick up some chicks.”
“Dad, I just met this girl, and got arrested for her, I think I deserve more than a good night kiss, don’t you?” He laughs, shoving me out of the limo.
“That’s my boy.” As the door closes and they pull off, I watch. It seems to be something that happens often in my life, watching my father pull away. A hand strokes my shoulder, and spinning around, I’m face to face with Stacey. She reaches a small, delicate hand up, caressing my face. Having not shaved today, it sends shivers down my spine as she caresses the bristly hairs. Her small hand fits nicely in mine. Her skin is soft, and warm. Tugging on me, she heads towards my door.
“Can I come up?” she asks me, a smile creeping over her face.
Taking her upstairs, I know what’s going to happen, and my cock is ready. It’s hard and throbbing against my jeans already. As she walks ahead of me, I see a slight bounce to her ass, and it drives me wild. Bas is sitting in the living room. Our new place, new furniture, it’s all MG issued stuff. There’s not really much here to personalize this place to our liking. They decided what we would have in here. Just in case we ever do an interview or something, it had to reflect our new images. His scruffy ass looks funny sitting on an overstuffed white couch. Sipping his beer, he nods, as Stacey and I walk by.
“Night kids, try to keep it down, the old man wants to get some sleep,” he laughs. Glancing over my shoulder I smile at him. In my room, the door closed behind us, Stacey takes in the décor.
“This doesn’t seem to fit you. It’s so, pretty, high end, you strike me as more of the simple, down to earth type of guy.” As she speaks, she slowly starts turning in a circle, until she’s facing me. Her eyes look me over. Giggling, she steps backwards, until her legs bump up against the bed. Sitting herself down, she begins to peel off her heels, wiggling her toes into the black plush carpet that adorns my floor. Her toe nails, painted a bright red, look cute. As my eyes glaze over and begin their trek up her body, her legs look so smooth and shiny. I can’t wait to run my hands up them. Motioning me towards her with her finger, I take a step closer, pulling my shirt up and over my head.
Dropping it on the floor, I hop on one foot, trying to get out of my shoes, and unbuttoning my pants. When I’m finally in front of her, she lies back, and I climb on top of her. The California King I have is the biggest, most comfortable bed I’ve ever had. This will be the first chance I’ve had to nail someone in it and I can’t wait. Stacey runs her hands over my chest, her fingers leaving hot blazing trails of heat along each ridgeline in my chest and abs. My body involuntarily shakes, as I dip my head and take in her scent. She smells of flowers, smoke and booze, and none of it really bothers me. Flicking my tongue over her neck, I gently begin kissing her exposed shoulder.
With her tiny body pinned beneath mine, I can feel her chest rise and falls as her breath quickens. Her perky little breasts look like they are about to burst from her dress. Rising to my knees, I pull her up with me. Grasping the bottom of her clothing, I hastily pull and tug until she’s completely bare. Her milky white skin seems to glow from the dim lighting in the room. Laying back beneath me, my lips ache to feel her satiny skin on them again. Bending over her, I claim a tan colored nipple with my mouth. Licking and nipping at it, the bud hardens under my assault. Shifting my head over, I continue with the next. Her tiny fingers wrap themselves in my hair, holding my head down, urging me to continue. Stacey’s hips writhe and buck beneath me. Moving my lips down, I slowly kiss her breasts on further to her stomach and down the line.
As I reach the line of her thong, I flick my tongue out, tracing the edge of her red lace with the wet muscle. Her entire being shakes and quivers, goose bumps popping out, covering her skin. Slipping my fingers into the material, I dig them in and quickly pull, until the weak material disintegrates into shards. She giggles with excitement and my cock throbs, enjoying the soft sound from her lips. Burying my face into her fold, I lick and tease, tasting all of her sweet nectar. The tangy sweetness of her overwhelms my senses. Finally moving up, I lap small circles around her pleasure bud, and she tugs my hair. Her attempts at making me hit that spot are useless. I’m not ready.
Pulling my face from her sweet pussy, I gaze up towards her closed eyes. Her panting tells me she wants it, but I want to hear the words from her.
“Tell me you want it,” I demand, pushing her hips into the mattress. This does nothing to halt her from trying to push herself into my face again. Her seeking of pleasure continues.
“Mm, please, Travis, please.”
“Say the words. Tell me how bad you want it.” Dipping my head again, I swipe a light lick across her sweet spot.
“Oh God, Trav please. I want you, now, please. I need you now.”
Hearing those words push me to the brink. My
cock so hard and throbbing, I need to taste her. Cupping Stacey’s ass with my hands, I pull her towards my waiting mouth and begin lapping, sucking, biting at her clit. Her moans increase as her orgasm builds. Her clutch on my hair tightens. She pumps herself against me impatiently, wanting her release. Gladly I give it to her. As I hear her scream of climax, I push myself up, thrusting fully into her. The walls of her clench and tighten around the fullness inside her. As she coats my dick with her sweet liquid, my arms begin trembling. Moving myself faster, in and out of her, the heat building in my stomach finally releases, and I empty myself into her. Pushing in as far as I can go, not wanting to lose the sensation of her surrounding me.
Collapsing on top of Stacey, her panting and racing heart mellow me out. As I try to stabilize myself, before pulling out, she looks down at me. Our eyes hold, and she smiles softly at me, running her fingers through my hair. Laying my head back down on her stomach, I lift my hips to pull out of her, and she moans a little, still sensitive to the feelings. Rolling to my side, I get off of her, and listen to her breathing, as it soothes and lulls me to sleep.
The mattress shifts underneath me, and I try to peel my eyes open. Looking around in the dark, I can’t see much, except that the bed next to me is empty. Turning towards the bathroom, the light under the door casts a tiny bright line on the carpet. Kicking my legs off the bed, I walk over. At the door I can’t hear anything, so I turn the handle, and find Stacey in there, needle in hand, injecting something into her foot, between her toes.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask her.
“I needed a hit, or I can’t sleep. I’m sorry, you want some?” she asks, without even looking at me. To now, I’ve only ever smoked pot or done some lines of blow.
“What’s it like?” I ask her.
Throwing her head back, her eyes closed, Stacey lets her arms fall to her sides, the needle dropping to the floor. Unable to help it, I stand staring at her naked body, becoming aroused by how she looks. Euphoric, it’s the only way I can describe it. Immediately, I want to try it.
“It feels like nothing you will ever know, unless you try it,” Stacey finally says. Her mocha eyes turn to me, and a smile creeps over her red swollen lips. Pulling up a pouch from inside her purse, she opens it and begins setting up a shot for me. Leaning over, she picks up the needle she had just dropped. The whole process fascinates me. Though having no clue what to do or how it will feel, but I want what she had. That look, the feeling that goes with it.
“Sit,” she demands, unfolding her lean, naked body off of the toilet. Settling myself down on the side of the enormous bath tub for three, she silently pads over to me, grabbing at my arm. A strip of rubber that nurses use for taking blood is quickly wrapped around my arm. Clenching my hand, I squeeze and then let go, feeling the tightness in my muscles as circulation is cut off. Kneeling on the floor next to me, Stacey presses her finger into my arm, seeking out a ripe vein. Finding one to her liking, she shoves the needle in, and releases the powerful liquid inside the syringe. My arm feels like it’s on fire. She releases the rubber, and as it works its way through my system, a calmness washes over me. Closing my eyes, I feel as if every worry, every care, every ache, pain or bad memory in my life is instantly washed away, and it’s bliss. She’s right, there’s never been anything like this in my life before.
Feeling someone tug on my arm, I finally open my eyes, wondering how long I’ve been sitting here like this. Stacey is trying to pull me to my feet.
“Come, let’s go back to bed.” Standing, I follow her, like a slave to their Master, I let her lead me. Crawling into the soft bed, my every nerve ending feels the most amazing sensation. The simple touch of my satiny sheets, the warmth of her supple body. Every sense is going into overload and enhancing my surroundings. Laying down, with her wrapped in my arms, I feel as if I could sleep for a week.
“Why do you do that in your foot, and you did mine in my arm?” I ask her.
“I’m a nurse. I can’t be seen with track marks. You’re a rock star, no one will think twice if they see it on you, plus, it’s your first time, so it won’t matter. But, if you keep using, you need to move to your foot.”
“Why did you start using?” I ask her.
“To forget,” she replies. Turning herself, so her back and ass are flush against my body, my cock hardens. She giggles softly to herself.
“Really?” she asks me, turning her head to look at me. All I can do is smile down at her. Wrapping my arms around her, I clasp a hand on her hips, to get her to stop wiggling against me. Leaning back to fall asleep with her in my arms and drugs coursing through my veins, I know nothing will ever be the same. Thoughts flood my brain.
Our first tour leaves in six months. Next year will be huge for us. My dad managed to get a national tour. He wants us to open for him. It’s great. Sold out stadiums and concert halls. These people all paying to see the Dane men. Between now and then, we have continuous practice, recording and photo shoots. Everything moves at breakneck speed. One thing remains constant. Stacey and our elixir of Nirvana remain by my side through it all. This fast pace is perfect for me. This is what I wanted. Our first tour. Our first step to making it, to being the next Marcus Dane. Even the hottie on my arm. I’m on my way.
A few days after our first tour stop, in Philadelphia, we’re getting ready to leave the hotel. Packing up to head to New York City, we’re about to have our first interview with Good Morning America. Out of the corner of my eye, something catches my attention. A manila envelope sits on the floor, as if shoved under the door. Walking over, I bend to pick it up. Inside are photos of Stacey and I. Some of us naked and screwing, others of us shooting up. What the hell is this? Wrenching the door open, I look up and down the hallway. No one is there, it’s empty. Slowly retreating, I sit down on the bed. Stacey emerges from the bathroom, freshly showered, wearing only a towel. She lets it drop. My eyes glance over her from head to toe. Unlike with Brittany, I’m not instantly turned on. Her breasts aren’t as perky as I had thought the first time I saw her. Her arms are bruised from injecting. Her legs look scrawny and she’s absurdly thin. Her face lights up, and her eyes glisten. The water drips off her naked body.
“Not now Stacey.”
“What’s wrong baby?” she asks, sauntering over to me. Grabbing the photos from me, she gasps.
“What is this? Where did you get these?” she seems shocked and scared.
“I don’t know. I just found them. Don’t worry about it. Whatever it is, I’ll take care of it.” Smiling, she caresses my face.
“I know you will.”
The ride to New York is quiet. The boys haven’t wanted to party like I thought we would. Max, Bas, Stacey and I have our own bus. My dad, Duke and their band have another that drives ahead of us. Staring out the window, I allow my thoughts to race. The one that sticks out most prominently is worry about whether Britt will see these photos or not. For some reason, it bothers me. I don’t care if the whole world sees them. It’s her that I want to protect from this, Brittany.
The show in New York goes great. I think we were all hung over when we did Good Morning America, but it seemed to go alright. There were no huge mishaps. After the concert that night, Stacey’s in the hotel sleeping off all the crap she’s done all day, shopping with my money, and shooting up. So, wanting to go out and celebrate, Bas and I pick up a couple of the groupies, and head out for some drinks. The little red head with me, Amanda, looks like she can’t be more than eighteen if that, but who cares, she wants to party. Bas has a blonde. I don’t know what it is with him and blondes, especially when I think about how much he hated Britt. We duck in and out of some bars throughout the city. Each place busier and busier than the last. Getting mobbed by girls wanting autographs, Bas loses sight of his groupie, whatever her name was, not that it had been important. Holding Amanda’s hand tighter, I drag her behind me, as we make our way for a cab. Clamoring in, we’re all laughing. It’s great, we’re famous. People know who we ar
e, they want us. Bas and I high five each other, and he looks at me. His eyes dart between me and my little groupie. I shrug my shoulders and nod. We don’t even have to speak.
Getting back to our hotel, we go right to Bas’s room. I don’t want to be around Stacey right now, and if I go to my room, she’s going to want to keep me there. Peeling off our clothes, we climb into the hot tub that he has in there. The three of us drinking beers that room service brought. Finally, Amanda gets giggly and drunk. Both of us, start running our hands up and down her little body. She pushes us away, stepping to the desk in the room to line up some coke. Bas grabs a bottle of tequila from the mini fridge and pours us shots. The girls dress was more of a band aid. Starting at the top of her breasts and just barely covering her ass, her short stumpy legs pushed into some stilettos. Coming up behind her, I place my hands on her thighs. Running them up, moving the dress with my hands, my thumbs graze her inner crevice. Not wearing panties makes it easy for me to feel how wet she already is. The thought of both Bas and I having our way with her must be a turn on.
“Bas, looks like this one’s already for us,” I say, popping my thumb in my mouth, “Mmm.” She giggles, then bends over to snort her line. Trying to sidestep away, I wrap my arm around her waist, take the rolled bill and snort my line. Steering her to where Bas is, I push her between us and we all take a shot. Looking down, she really is plain. I’m sure quite forgettable after tonight too, but we will be a memory for her, forever.
