by Faith Starr
Whatever. I was having the time of my life.
I studied the zoo map, trying to decide which path we should take.
“Oh, I love gorillas!” My childlike giddiness had him smiling. I’d made the decision about the direction we’d head in. He didn’t rebut. Instead, he chilled and went with the flow, so different from my type A personality.
Being we visited on a Friday, most kids were in school. Other than small children with their mothers, we had the entire place to ourselves.
A bench rested in front of the gorilla exhibit. I got comfortable on it and patted the empty space next to me for Joey to join me. We watched a gorilla chew on some fruit while another one walked toward her. Gosh, they were the cutest things ever.
“I want a picture.” I swiped my phone and clicked on the camera icon, taking multiple shots. “Look how adorable she is eating an apple.”
The other gorilla got closer and started interacting with the one still eating. I tried to make eye contact with the cutie pie eating the fruit.
“Aww, he’s puckering up. Maybe he wants a kiss?”
Joey’s brow rose at my comment. “I’ll take a kiss.” He leaned over and gave me a peck on the lips. Such a romantic.
The gorilla with the fruit dropped it but didn’t budge. The other gorilla scooted closer. The friend still didn’t react. The other gorilla moved closer, now touching her.
Oh shit.
“Mommy, why are the gorillas fighting?” a little girl next to us asked her mother.
Joey caught sight of what the child pointed to and tried not to laugh. Seems I’d made a mistake about the sex of the gorillas. I had presumed that the female gorilla ate the fruit and the male gorilla had come on to her. Wrong!
“What a slut.” Joey broke down and chuckled aloud.
When we first entered the exhibit, I’d seen a small sign that stated the zoo wanted a baby gorilla. I think they were about to get one.
“I want a picture of this.” Joey snagged my phone and took multiple pictures of the gorillas in their compromising position.
“You pervert.” I slapped his arm.
“Mmm, how I would love to take you from behind right now.”
The mother next to us gasped and covered her daughter’s ears. I guess she was too young to learn about the birds and the bees. She moved her child along.
“You’re a bad influence, Joey Fine.”
He stood and pulled me up with him. He lifted me and swung me around, kissing me while doing so. Those gorillas must’ve been emitting pheromones.
Joey set me down, leaving me breathless and a tad dizzy.
“Let’s take a selfie with the gorillas fucking behind us.”
Really? He had to see my surprise at his suggestion.
“You’re crazy.”
Apparently, he didn’t think so. He positioned me where he wanted me in front of the thick glass separating us from the gorillas still going at it.
“Now stay put and don’t move.”
He stood next to me, holding the phone up to get a good shot. He took a few, scanning through them afterward to find the best one.
“These are awesome.” He laughed hard, browsing through the pictures again. “Look at these shots.” He held the phone in front of me, stopping so I could study each and every one of them.
“Thanks for the visual. I’ll cherish the memory forever.”
“Me too.” He winked, but I somehow didn’t think he referred to the action taking place behind the glass between the gorillas.
Our day couldn’t have been better. We walked around for about two hours, but the gorilla demonstration had upped the bar, making everything else fail in comparison.
We stopped for burgers at the zoo restaurant. We must have sat in the booth for at least an hour, chatting and getting to know each other. We didn’t drive back to my place until almost dinnertime. I had no intention of preparing anything, since we’d eaten such a huge lunch.
“Thank you for today. I had a blast.” I hoped my expression emulated the sincerity in my words.
He pushed me against his car and stepped in between my legs. Ah, what he did to me.
“A fantastic night leading to an awesome day.” He tucked some stray hair behind my ear and kissed my cheek. “What are your plans for this evening?”
“I have a ton of work to catch up on. I also have a test next week I want to start studying for.”
“I’d be more than happy to play student/professor with you anytime, babe. And I can assure you, I’m not an asshole.”
“Sadly, Dr. Shithead turned that fantasy into a nightmare.”
“Dr. Shithead?” He chuckled.
“Yes. That’s what I affectionately call him.”
“Well, then, perhaps we should engage in one together to replace the bad memory of Dr. Shithead?” He pressed his hips into mine, making his erection noticeable.
“Sounds good to me.” My words came out barely coherent in my dreamy state.
“I’ll speak to you soon. I have to head out.”
Ugh! The cruel man left me hanging, needing and wanting more. How evil.
I didn’t know when I would see or hear from him again. We hadn’t discussed it. All I knew was I had made the first call, so now the ball resided in his court.
Does he know how to contact me?
“Do you have my number?” I felt it was better to be safe than sorry.
He smiled. “Yes, baby. I entered your contact info after we hung up yesterday.”
“Great. I just wanted to make sure.”
He waited until I went inside the building, then we waved goodbye. I watched him get inside his car and drive off.
Was it possible to fall in love this quickly?
Too bad I had nobody to ask because my secret would remain safely tucked inside my heart, right where it belonged.
16
Joey
“Hey, what have you been up to that has you looking all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed?”
Logan was the first person to greet me when I pulled into the parking lot at Hilltops.
“What’re you, my fucking keeper?”
He held his heart. “Ugh, you wound me.”
I smirked at him. “Asshole.”
“Yup, that’s me. Did you hear from Trevor? Is he here yet?”
“I figured you’d know, since you take glory in keeping tabs on everyone.”
He grimaced. “Dick. I guess we’ll find out soon enough, won’t we?”
We approached the front entrance, where we were greeted and checked in.
“Hey Bo, how’s it going?”
Bo managed the club at night. I’d certainly never mess around with the guy, the man was built like an ox.
“Going great. Busy, busy, busy.”
“That’s good to hear. Is Mitch around?” I hadn’t seen the guy in a while and wanted to say a quick hello.
“He’s around here somewhere.” Bo gestured to the hallway in front of us. “I’ll tell him you’re looking for him. How’s the music world treating you?”
“I thank heaven above each and every day.”
“Amen to that, brother. How’re things going with you, Logan?” His voice went down an octave or two when greeting my partner in crime. Everyone loved to bust Logan’s chops. Bo patted him on the back.
“Couldn’t be better, my man. We’re off tour and ready for some fun. Not that we didn’t have a shitload of it while on tour, if you know what I mean.”
“I’m hopeful we’ll be able to provide you more of that this evening.”
“I’m sure you will. You always do.”
Bo acknowledged Logan’s comment with another pat on the back.
Logan and I made the short trek to the dungeon, unexpectedly bumping into Mitch prior to stepping inside. He smiled when he caught sight of us.
“Hey, look who the cat dragged in?”
We hugged in a guy way, our bodies far apart with the pats on the back to go along with it.
“Here we are in all our glory.” Logan put his hand out, making his presence known, and smiled wide. The cocky bastard.
“It’s good to see you guys. How’s the tour going?”
“We just wrapped up a leg of it.” What an incredible feeling to say that.
“I take it that’s why you’re here tonight.”
Logan and I nodded in unison.
“The party started a while ago. Why don’t you go inside and join the fun? You know the rules, so I trust you’ll behave appropriately. Even you, Logan.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Logan held up his middle finger. “Don’t worry about me. I know the rules.”
“If you want to play harder, I could hook you up in a fantasy suite later.”
“Sure. I’ll take you up on that offer.”
Like Logan really would. He didn’t play much, barely at all, so why he made that comment, I had no clue. Perhaps to impress Mitch?
Club rules specified no penetration of any kind permitted in the open areas. That went for ejaculating as well. The fantasy suites had different rules altogether. Sometimes, if we got lucky, after some fun in the dungeon, female counterparts would join us for a private party where it was no holds barred and we could fuck to our heart’s content.
“How’s the wife?” I’d met his lovely wife, Allie, once or twice. She seemed like a real gem.
“Beautiful as ever.”
The sap had fallen hard for her.
“I hear she’s expecting.”
“You heard right. I’m going to be a proud father.”
“Good for you, man.” I patted his arm.
“Yup. Seems like my brothers and I have all done the settle down thing—marriage and kids. Who would’ve thought? What about you guys, ever think of settling down?”
Logan winced. I shook my head. Mitch chuckled.
“Alright, you two, go on and have some fun. But please behave, especially you, Logan.” Mitch tipped his chin at me to indicate he teased. Logan shot him another bird to reciprocate the friendly taunting these two always engaged in. “Catch you later.” Mitch waved us off.
Logan and I entered the dungeon. I felt right at home. Some guests mingled while others were engaged in play. Two chicks on the left side of the room caught my attention.
“I’ll see you later.” I wanted to socialize and sightsee solo. More often than not, Logan came along with me and Trevor to clubs for the ride. He loved to fuck around with women, but this scene wasn’t his preferred style. If Trevor and I didn’t go, Logan wouldn’t either.
I stood off to the side, wanting to see the action up close and personal. Being the two women were engaged in a scene, proper etiquette required me to stand by and watch from afar unless invited to participate.
Viewing the plump brunette get on all fours, her clit glistening three feet in front of me, brought images of Teva to mind. Not that she bore any resemblance to the girl on the table, but the mere thought of sex had my mind picturing Teva’s luscious body.
I tried to brush the thought aside, wanting to fully immerse myself in the experience in front of me. You know, let loose. Play and engage in behaviors Teva probably knew nothing about or wouldn’t want any part of.
It’s not like we were committed or anything anyway. I mean, shit, we had only known each other for a few days. Besides, the women at this place meant nothing to me. It was all just a good time had by all and then good night.
Yeah. Yeah. Keep making justifications.
A pang of guilt shot through me, which made me curious. Did it mean Teva was starting to mean something to me?
Nah, couldn’t be. I let the thought slide, yet it returned a minute later. She had felt so good in my arms earlier. And we got along so well.
Fuck. I had to stop thinking about her and focus on the scene playing out in front of me where the twiggy blonde with fake tits had fun flogging her partner, who had her back arched, begging for more.
The lanky one covered the fuller one’s eyes with a blindfold. She ran the flogger across the naked woman’s back in a painfully slow manner. My cock stirred at the sight. The girl on all fours squirmed, subtle moans escaped her lips.
The lanky one swatted her partner’s thigh with the leather tails of the flogger. “I didn’t tell you to speak.”
My dick reveled in watching the disobedient one receive a punishment, making its presence known inside my jeans.
I adjusted myself to give my hard-on some breathing room. Maybe fucking two women at once would help distract my one-track mind, which kept drifting back to Teva. I had to keep my two worlds separate.
Or did I? Would it be possible to get the part of me that dug this type of sexual play out of my system at the club, so I could engage in other types of play with her?
Who the fuck was I kidding? Knowing what I knew about Teva in the short amount of time we’d spent together, if she learned about my current whereabouts and what sights my eyes took in, I could almost guarantee she’d be waving goodbye. I couldn’t let that happen. That was why this part of my life had to remain under wraps. If and when the time came for Teva to know, I’d tell her then.
My cock tightened, probably in an effort to encourage me to concentrate on the two women pleasuring each other in front of me. Sadly, I couldn’t. My poor dick softened.
The slim girl walked around the table and pulled the chain on the nipple clamps attached to the girl on all fours. I sensed the pain it inflicted by the way she winced, but she remained silent.
Pleasure soon overtook her. She rolled her head from side to side, visibly getting into her head space, her body relaxing as her top, the Dominant girl in charge, continued to tug the chain.
Fuck. I needed a drink. I headed over to the bar.
“Hey Evie.” She was the club bartender.
“Joey Fine. To what do we owe the pleasure here at Hilltops?”
“On break from touring.”
“What would you fancy?”
She licked her lips in a seductive manner, taking me aback. I played it off as nothing, unsure of whether she meant it as an invitation or not.
“A bottle of water, please.”
“That’s it? Nothing more fulfilling?” She placed her elbows on the bar, squeezing her tits together, giving me a perfect view of her full cleavage.
“What did you have in mind?” She could take my comment however she saw fit.
She leaned closer and signaled for me to bend over. She whispered in my ear. “I’d love to fuck a rock star.”
Take a number and get in line, sweetheart.
Sure, Evie was attractive, but the two women playing nearby caught more of my attention.
“I’d love to fuck a bartender, but only if said bartender brought a buddy along to join us.” I nodded toward the Dom pleasuring her sub, now in the face-up position. I’d take either one of them.
“Would you prefer that buddy to be male or female?”
Evie apparently hadn’t gotten my gist.
“Female.” I didn’t do threesomes with men.
“I think I can arrange that.”
She swung around and got a bottle of water from the cooler. My eyes took note of her skirt resting about an inch below her ass, if that.
“Here’s your drink. You’re going to need an ice-cold one by the time I get finished with you.”
My dick sprang back to life, indicating its approval for my getting back into the game and playing along.
I hung tight at the bar and finished my water, surveying the room to see if Trevor had shown up. I didn’t see him anywhere. Logan hung out in the corner, talking to a redhead.
My bladder gave me a signal it needed relief. I left the dungeon to take a leak and checked my phone for any missed calls. Okay, my primary purpose to see if Teva had called. Unfortunately, she hadn’t.
At least she was home, catching up on schoolwork, doing something respectful and productive, while I intended to fuck a bartender and a stranger in a fantasy suite. Hmm, the thought didn’t have the same
appeal it usually did. What the fuck?
Something had to be done on my part to regain control of the situation. I went back inside the dungeon and headed straight for the bar to speak to Evie.
“When do you get off?”
“When you sink your cock into me.”
Talk about being blunt.
“No, really, when does your shift end?” I didn’t know how long I could wait, and I knew the longer I had to, the faster I’d change my mind and leave the club. I had discovered long ago that this type of fucking released some of the caged animal residing inside me in a socially acceptable manner. Other than working out and my music, nothing else helped get it out. And fuck therapy. I didn’t do that shit, with Dani being proof it didn’t work. She had spent a lifetime engaging in talk therapy, enough for the both of us, and to this day she had no less rage in her than I did. I guess we had both discovered different methods of coping and letting go. And each time I acted out using mine, a tiny part of me felt better inside.
Evie flipped her wrist and checked the time. “Not until two, loverboy.”
The time on my phone read midnight.
“Can you take a break?” I couldn’t wait two hours.
“Eager to get started, are you?”
Shit. She probably thought this get-together had something to do with my desire for her. She couldn’t have been more wrong. I wanted to get the show on the road so I could stop the wheels from turning inside my head about Teva.
I had been in and out of relationships over the years. Not many, due to the lifestyle of a musician on the road. But none of the women I had been with had ever taken up as much brain space as Teva currently did. It wasn’t something I wanted to write home about either. Time wise, we’d basically met just a few days ago. It had to be lust. Didn’t it?
“Hey rock star, I texted Mitch. Since the party’s winding down, he said we could use a room in about twenty minutes. I’ll take care of cleaning the bar afterward. FYI, he’s giving you the room as a personal favor.”
“That’s generous of him. I’ll have to make sure to personally thank him.”
