Between A Rock & A Porn Star

by Eileen Green

  Besides, they weren’t in a relationship, so why was he acting as if they were?

  Her subconscious spoke for her and the words were out of her mouth before she realized it. “I understand.”

  “Good. Now eat up.” He released her hands and grabbed a hot wing.

  Licking the spicy sauce the small piece of chicken had been slathered in gave Skye the perfect view of what his tongue could do. Her clit throbbed and felt a copious amount of cream leak from her. Would she ever know the feel of him licking her cunt?

  ***

  The band room of the club was alive with energy. All five band members were hyped up on energy drinks. That’s all that was allowed around JC and his crew knew what was expected of them. There were to be no drugs of any form in rehearsals or the concerts. If they drank alcohol, it was kept away from him. He was getting a new beginning in life and he wasn’t going to blow it.

  The club itself seemed to be booming from the din of voices drifting through the half open door as JC paced back and forth between the two scarlet colored couches in the room.

  The music played in his brain, the one thing that had gotten him through some very dark times in his life. Although he immensely enjoyed the drugs and alcohol, they took him to depths he never wanted to see. Many times, he swore he had seen the depths of hell, but from somewhere far away in his brain, the music played.

  There were times that he thought if the music stopped, he would die. Of course, many times he wished he could turn off everything in his brain including the music. He discovered that sanity was something to be savored and enjoyed. There were too many people in this world that lost their memories, themselves, and he didn’t want that to happen to him. Even with all the bad things that had taken place in his life, he wanted to remember them all, for they made up the man that he currently was.

  Now, as he stood next to the door, there was someone he wanted to remember and she should be sitting in front of the stage. When MVC had contacted him about doing an exclusive interview to re-introduce him to the world, he had agreed on one condition. He wanted Skye Daniels to conduct it.

  Occasionally he had seen her in the background while one of the on-air personalities reported the music news. She was usually handing out paperwork. Or she would be in the shot when the commercial break ran short.

  Her luscious curves were what did him in. His cock would get hard every time he saw her and he knew he had to make her his. Her hips were rounded and she had a slight bubble to her ass, while her tits were large and real.

  In his younger days, he hated girls, and women, who had fake boobs or who wore padded bras. He wanted real women, and most of all, he wanted a woman who had integrity and was intelligent. From what he had seen, Skye possessed those qualities and he wanted her.

  Slipping out the door, he took a few steps across the hall and peeked out through a break in the partition that sat on both sides of the stage. His heart dropped when he saw a cameraman sitting at the only table that sat in front of the stage. A small barrier had been set up around the table and there would be security nearby to make sure the club goers wouldn’t get too close to the stage.

  Movement off to his right caught his attention and he saw his friend Brock sitting at a table that should be stage side of the barrier. There was a blond with a ponytail sitting with him but he couldn’t see who she was until she turned her head slightly. His heart soared.

  Her beauty was breathtaking, her makeup more pronounced than when she worked at the studio. Her eyes had the smoky effect, which widened her eyes while a rosy tint to her cheeks didn’t give her that washed out look he had seen many times on camera. A plum color highlighted her lips that he wished could be wrapped around his cock at this very moment.

  Silver dangle earrings hung from her ears, while her neck lacked any jewelry. He wanted to see a collar there. One to wear in the privacy of his home or to the club, and one to wear in public that wouldn’t embarrass her. She deserved to be treated like a lady in public, but he knew her body was made to be ravished, flogged, and appreciated in his own way.

  Something Brock said caused a smile to appear on her lips right before she bit into something. He saw champagne glasses on the table, which he didn’t mind, but she would need to know the rules.

  His spirit soared as he enjoyed the looks on Skye and Brock’s faces. He wanted that happiness again and he was going to get it soon. Everything was in motion and tonight, he would introduce Skye to his plans.

  Letting his gaze drift out across the crowd, he was happy with the turnout. There were people of all ages waiting to see him perform, but he’d have to say that at least two thirds of them were women. He shrugged. It was expected.

  Stepping back into the band room, he picked up the house phone and dialed one number. After waiting a moment, he spoke when he heard the line connect. “Hey, Albert. The table off at stage right needs barriers setup so it doesn’t get lost in the crowd. The reporter is sitting there and doesn’t look like she’s going to move.”

  “On it,” his friend said curtly before the line went dead.

  Glancing at the old-time school clock on the wall, JC saw they had five more minutes before they were due on stage. Anxiety coursed through him but it wasn’t stage fright that had him nervous. He had accumulated enough money so he’d never have to work again in his life. If the crowd weren’t receptive, he wouldn’t have a problem with it.

  The last twelve years had been difficult for him. He was a natural to perform and he loved doing it, but when Addy first got sick and the doctors said she wouldn’t get better, he dropped everything. Even through the worst days with her, through his drug induced haze and alcoholic freefall, he secluded them to be as near as possible to her.

  Brock, his bandmates, and his manager were pretty much the only outsiders with whom he associated. There was a housekeeper, groundskeepers, and a barrage of nurses who had all signed non-disclosure agreements. It was never to get out that Addy was sick. He didn’t want the media attention marring his last years with her.

  Now, his life was restarting and Skye Daniels was going to be a part of it.

  ***

  Skye watched with curiosity as security guards lined up metal barriers between their table and crowd. She felt better that people weren’t going to be bumping into them while dancing and going gaga over JC. A little earlier, she had noticed the same gesture being setup around Jason.

  She glanced over at the man who had his camera ready for the impending action. Reaching for her purse that hung off the back of her chair, she pulled out her notebook and pen. Brock watched her intently.

  “Sorry, I’m here to report JC’s re-arrival on the music scene. I need to take notes.” She knew he didn’t seem upset with what she was doing as he just nodded as he moved the food further away from her and moved her champagne glass closer to her.

  Needing to keep her wits about her, she only consumed a couple of sips of the soda. She had already explained why she wasn’t drinking the expensive bubbly, but promised she would drink more after the concert.

  Readying her pages, she looked at the list she had made up of questions she would ask afterwards, but the notebook was for observations.

  Her body was already in a heightened state of anxiousness with Brock sitting with her but now that the time was nearly here for JC to appear, she felt herself fidgeting in her seat. After she went to college, she had been able to attend concerts despite her grandmother’s disapproval. She had never seen JC perform before.

  A bit of confusion ran through her. Next to her sat a Greek god; his body, his touch, and his words, made her want to fuck him right there on the club floor. In a few moments, on the very stage that sat only a few feet away from her, the man of her teen years’ dreams would appear and she already knew what he did to her body back then. She almost felt as if she was cheating on Brock.

  The canned music died as the lights dimmed throughout the club, save for the lights at the bar. The stage went completely dark for ab
out ten seconds before a single spotlight lit center stage. A middle-aged bald man stood there with a smile on his face, waiting.

  Quiet blanketed the club as people shuffled forward. Some pressed into the metal barriers trying to get as close as possible to the rock star that was JC. Security guards of all nationalities and sizes lined up between the barrier and the stage, their presence an indication that JC was going to remain unmolested by human hands.

  “Ladies and gentlemen,” the man on the stage spoke into a cordless microphone. “Welcome to Boom!” The crowd went wild. The announcer had to put his hands out and press his palms towards the floor indicating he wanted the patrons to settle down. When they had, he continued. “It is my pleasure to introduce a friend. He has been away from the music scene for a while, but he is back! Do you want to see him?”

  Shouts and screams sounded through the club.

  “Do you want to hear him?” the announcer asked, his voice louder this time.

  The club erupted.

  “Without further ado, here is JC!”

  The man with the mic disappeared out of the spotlight before it was doused. The place went dark and quiet again for about thirty seconds but rustling could be heard on the stage. As if the crowd felt the energy building, a chant began. “JC! JC! JC!” The crescendo building until the chant beat within Skye’s head.

  Five blue spotlights burst on, highlighting each member of the band, and center stage stood the man himself. JC!

  Chapter Four

  The adrenaline rush was the best high JC could ever have. Seconds before the lights came on the crowd chanted his name. He felt as if the clock had been turned back a decade or so, a shockwave of youth and vitality running through him.

  The crowd went wild as his guys played his newest song. Various lights flashed on and off in different colors and patterns, and he could see close to the stage. The cameraman did his job, taking a pan scan of the stage from left to right. Turning his head to his right, JC caught sight of Skye and Brock sitting at their table.

  Her eyes were wide, seemingly taking in every nuance while Brock kept his gaze on her. JC knew she would be professional once the concert began for that’s what she was.

  From what he understood, she didn’t have much of a life outside the office, but he was going to change all that. He would provide her with plenty of activities to keep her busy after work and through the long nights. He couldn’t wait to have her in his arms and in his bed.

  The count of the beat ran through his head leading up to the time he would begin his ballad. As the notes were plucked off by Damon, his bassist, JC wrapped his hand around the microphone set in the stand before him. A hush came over the crowd.

  Waiting a few more beats, he moved his body up close to the stand, picturing Skye’s body there. His mouth was nearly upon the sponge-covered mic as he closed his eyes, and began.

  Darkness chased me day in and day out,

  Threatening to drown me in hell’s hot fire.

  Turning away from love’s bright light,

  I was consumed with the demon’s desire.

  Love was just a faded memory,

  Tempting me from afar,

  But I refused to accept it as I had lost too much,

  You had gone and chased your own bright star.

  In the darkness, your sweet voice calls me,

  You tell me it’s all right to love again,

  But losing you was too much,

  I believe I have gone insane.

  You come to me one last time,

  A dream fleeting in the wind,

  You gave me a vision of beauty and peace,

  Do I dare accept it, trusting my heart to bend?

  My life is a beautiful chaos,

  Split between you and her,

  Can you hear me my love?

  Can you hear me my dear?

  Beautiful chaos abounds in my life,

  Will she accept me for who I am?

  I am different than others,

  And I won’t change or give a damn.

  Gaze into my eyes, little one,

  Give me a chance to show you my love,

  Let me show you what I have to offer,

  Offer yourself to me so I can rise above.

  My life is a beautiful chaos,

  Split between you and her,

  Can you hear me my love?

  Can you hear me my dear?

  Beautiful chaos abounds in my life,

  Will she accept me for who I am?

  I am different than others,

  And I won’t change or give a damn.

  Accept my beautiful chaos for that’s who I am.

  His hips gyrated slowly against the metal stand holding the microphone as the song ended, the tender notes played by the keyboard and the guitar. He was afraid to open his eyes for fear he would see disappointment on his fans faces. Silence was brief before the crowd went wild.

  Opening his eyes, he found everyone clapping, and some women wiping tears from their eyes. Yes, the song was his life. His wife had accepted his chaos, had lived it with him, even when she was so sick. She had asked him to find love again, not wanting him to waste away, alone in life.

  The promise was easy to make, but hard to keep, at least until he cleaned himself up. Brock helped him do that and he would be the one to help him with the next chapter in his life.

  As the crowd applauded, JC glanced over at Brock and Skye. He was touched that she was wiping a tear away with a white napkin while Brock had his arm around her shoulders on the back of the chair. Brock gave a slight nod of approval in his direction, a shit-eating grin on his face.

  Elation rushed through JC moreover from what was happening at the table than the shouting crowd before him. His attention was brought back to his fans as a red and black thong was flung in his direction from somewhere behind the cameraman who was still filming. It landed on his shoulder so he scooted back and bent slightly backward so that the lacy piece of material landed on Jimmy’s electric guitar.

  Another glance towards Brock found him laughing and Skye trying to hide hers with her hand. He felt the flush consume his body as the band played their next song. The fans were happy and when even one pair of panties hit the stage, they were in good shape.

  Hopefully by Tuesday morning when the album dropped, along with the coverage that Skye would provide, they were back in the big leagues.

  ***

  The band began another song and JC belted out one of their tunes from twenty years ago, with the crowd going wild. It looked like his old friend was still a hit and pride overwhelmed Brock that he had helped the man back from the pit of despair.

  Sitting next to him was a beautiful woman that both wanted to share. Now that JC was back in full form, they could pursue Skye. Only a few roadblocks could be seen. One was convincing her that they both wanted her and it would be all right for her to belong to them.

  Another was the lifestyle that they both lived that they had to introduce her to and show her how good it could be.

  The only other problem was living arrangements. Both he and JC lived in the LA area in which they planned on using JC’s house as their residence, but Skye lived here in New York. They had to find a way to get her to move out west but keep her job because they knew she would still want to work and that she loved her job.

  As JC had sung the ballad, Brock knew what they were trying to achieve was the right thing with Skye. Tears had filled her eyes as she watched the stage, having no idea that part of the song was about her. Would she accept what JC had to offer? Would she accept what Brock was offering?

  Only time would tell.

  ***

  Concentrating on the study of JC on stage was difficult with Brock’s arm touching the expanse of her upper back at her shoulders. She felt as if the area was on fire, and occasionally, he would turn his face towards hers, watching her.

  Her breath would seem to stall in her lungs and her girly parts betrayed her as his own breath fanned her ear
and the tendrils of hair that hadn’t been pulled back in the elastic band. The flush seemed to be a permanent tint on her face as she was hot and bothered by him being so close.

  Her eyes watched every small nuance that was JC’s body. His black leather pants were skin tight, appearing more as if liquid latex had been poured on his body and then dried. A black t-shirt spread across his muscular chest and a black leather vest over that. Black motorcycle boots clad his feet.

  She tried to figure out one thing from where she sat. She couldn’t see the belt he wore around his waist. Part of it was very thin while part of it was wide and thick. It seemed like it was wrapped around his waist several times and part of the very thin part hung down his right thigh. Hopefully while she conducted the interview, she’d be able to get a better view of it.

  After his ballad was over, he looked over at her, desire burning in his blue eyes even with a haunting shadow to them. Confusion warred within her as Brock showed her attention and now JC looked at her the same way.

  What the fuck?

  Notes were being scribbled down without her having to look down at the paper too much. She didn’t want to miss a thing. Even though she would have the video to review the next day, she still wanted a firsthand account.

  Thankful for having a nearly single table within the barrier so she had the view she did, she had to smile. Occasionally, concertgoers stared at her as if they wondered why she had the table.

  Women watched Brock also, some of them sashaying on the other side of the barrier from where he sat, trying to get his attention. For the moment, possessiveness filled her that he was with her and not paying any attention to the other women in the area.

  He was attentive to her, offering her bites of food as she conducted her job. There were even moments when he held her glass of soda up to her so she could drink from the straw, her eyes never leaving JC.

  She had no idea when she left her apartment earlier that she would be in this position. Loneliness would usually be her companion during a job such as this, her complete attention on the scene before her. It felt good to have someone sitting with her that was in tuned to her needs.