“Oh wow, I didn’t think he’d actually be here in person,” Nikki said. It was a lie. She had gotten a call from one of her investigators earlier in the day who tipped her off to his schedule. As she was watching him, Marcus leaned over and whispered something into the DJ’s ear. The DJ nodded several times, pressed some buttons, and the song suddenly changed to something with a slightly slower beat.
“He acts like such a big shot,” said Ted, also watching. “Well, I guess he kind of is, but still...”
Marcus suddenly turned his head, and began to stare directly at Nikki. His eyes seemed to have some kind of power over her, and though she at first wanted instinctively to turn away, she felt them drawing her in. Electricity passed between them for a moment, and then Marcus was walking over to the stairs, still looking in her direction.
He came down onto the ground level. Several girls attempted to pull him into dancing, but he walked by them. Several more tried again, attractive woman with gorgeous faces and perfect bodies. One of them was even a supermodel that Nikki recognized from the cover of Vogue magazine. Marcus kept walking. He was on a path straight towards her. Ted stood, jaw agape, as the superstar walked up to the two of them and held out his hand for Nikki to grab.
“Come on,” he said to her. “Let’s dance.”
Nikki felt her heart race. She hesitated for a moment, and then put her hand on top of his. It was warm and calloused, and felt exactly like what a man’s hand should feel like.
“H-hey, Nikki, hold on,” said Ted. She wasn’t listening, and Marcus pulled her away from the lawyer and onto the dance floor.
Soon, the two of them were bouncing up and down in unison with the rest. All of the people around them would sneak glances over, as though they couldn’t believe that a man of such fame would be dancing in their midst. Marcus had a cool smile on his face, and seemed to not even notice.
“I saw you from the second level,” he said to her. “You’re new here, what’s your name?”
He brought his body up close to hers, and she let him. His arms were held out to the side, and she had to resist the temptation to run her hands along his chest.
“I’m, uh, Nikki,” she said, nervously. She felt like a school girl talking to her crush. Something about this man’s presence was making her feel incredibly shy.
“Nice to meet you, ‘Uh Nikki’,” he said, grinning.
She blushed and laughed, feeling silly.
“I’m sorry, it’s just,” she said, relaxing a little. “I know who you are.”
“Of course you do,” said Marcus. “I bet you also know why I’m dancing with you, too,”
Nikki felt a wave of hot fire pass over her body. What was he talking about, she wondered. Her body seemed to know, but her mind was unable to make the connection, to make the leap and put together what this superstar stud was saying.
He took her by the hand, slowly turned her so her back was facing him, and then pulled her body against his. She could feel something hard poking into her butt, and her hips begin to move, to grind, seemingly of their own will.
“I want to get to know you Nikki,” he said to her. “Would your husband mind, if I got to know you?”
“N-no…I mean, I don’t know?” she said to him. She could feel his hardness, and her womanhood was moist with excitement. She wanted to get to know him, too. She wanted to get to know this man badly, and her body was craving his touch.
“I have a concert tomorrow,” he said to her. “Just tell the people at the front that your name is Nikki.”
“Nicole Reeves,” she said. He had backed up from her slightly, and when she turned around, he was gone. She looked all over the dance floor, but could see no sign of Marcus Johnson. It was like he had disappeared into thin air.
Ted sauntered back over to her almost immediately. He had two drinks in his hand, and offered her one. She took it to be polite, but was still too shocked and excited to even think about drinking it.
“So uh, what did he want with you, anyway?” asked Ted, naively.
CHAPTER 5
It was late when Nikki finally arrived back home. She ended up hanging out for a bit after meeting Marcus. Finally, she turned down a ride from Ted and made her back in a cab at around one in the morning. Eric was still awake, pacing nervously around the kitchen ads she made her way in.
“How did it go?” he anxiously asked her as she walked inside. “What happened?”
“Easy, I haven’t even taken my shoes off yet,” Nikki said to him with a sigh.
Eric took a deep drink from a glass of liquor in his hand.
“Sorry, honey,” he said. “I’m just excited, that’s all. I have a vested interest in this case.”
You aren’t the only one that’s excited, Nikki thought to herself as she made her way into the living room. She sat down on the couch, and took a moment to let her body relax into it.
“It went well,” she said. “I think I made progress…”
“I need details, Nikki,” he said impatiently. She felt her anger peak as he leaned over her, prodding her verbally for information. As tired as she was, it was the exact opposite of what she wanted to come home to.
“It was pretty straight forward,” she said to him. “I only talked to him for a minute.”
“What did the bastard say to you?” Eric demanded in a harsh voice. “Fucking scum bag! Please tell me that he told you something we can use.”
“He didn’t tell me anything. We just talked…and danced.” Nikki watched her husband’s face turn pale as she finished her sentence.
“Did he touch you? What did he do?” Eric stood up quickly, and was back to pacing back and forth. He took a long swig of his drink and emptied the glass.
“No, of course not, he was quite respectful,” she said. That much was partially true. At the very least, Marcus hadn’t done anything that she hadn’t wanted him to do. She felt her chest and thighs begin to heat up as she remembered how they had been dancing.
“Good…” said Eric, seeming to allow his paranoia to subside slightly. “Did you make some progress on the case?”
“I think so,” she said. “He invited me to his concert, said that all I needed to do was say my name and I could get in for free.”
Eric gave her a doubtful look, and a nervous flash crossed his face. He got up, walked into the kitchen, and began to pour himself another drink.
“I don’t know about this, honey,” he said to her. “Going to the concert…I mean, it just seems like it could leave you vulnerable. This is a dangerous man, there’s no telling what he might…what he might do to you.”
“I’ll be fine, honey, nothing is going to happen,” she said to him reassuringly.
“I thought you would have been able to get some dirt on him just through talking with his friends, maybe an ex-girlfriend or something,” Eric said, bitterly. “I don’t know if going to his concert is really going to get you anywhere,”
“Eric, this was your idea!” she said. “Quit worrying so much and let me do my job.”
Eric sighed, and took yet another sip of his drink.
“Fine,” he said, relenting. “Just promise me one thing.”
“What is it?” she asked.
“Don’t believe a word that scum bag says,” he told her. “Marcus is a scum bag, he was that way with Amy, and he’ll probably be that way with you. I just don’t want you to, you know, listen to him and his words. He’s fucking scum.”
Nikki felt a little uncomfortable at her husband’s words. She did her best to bury the emotion and put on a smile.
“I’ll do my best, sweetie,” she said, hugging him.
“Also, bring your phone with you,” Eric said. “Listen, if you manage to talk with him privately, the police don’t just want you recording him, they want a live stream.”
He took out his own phone and began demonstrating.
“The unit at the police station that’s backing you up has a surveillance stream set up. Just run the app they had yo
u install and hide your phone somewhere discrete.”
“I will, honey,” she said. Nikki kissed her husband tenderly, and felt him give her a tight hug.
“Remember Nikki, don’t listen to his lies,” Eric said. “Marcus isn’t the creative saint everyone makes him out to be, he’s just a scumbag thug.”
“I won’t honey,” she said.
Eric stood up, finished his drink, and then headed off to the bedroom where he collapsed, drunk. Nikki stayed up for a while longer thinking about the day, about her assignment, and about Marcus, and eventually fell asleep on the couch, without meaning to.
CHAPTER 6
Nikki Reeves spent much of the next way getting herself fixed up again. Molly had also helped her pick out some more casual clothes that would fit right in at a concert, and after changing into those and doing her make-up, she set off.
The venue the concert was being held at was huge and the line outside was long and rowdy. This time, Nikki did find herself having to wait. It took her the better part of an hour just to make it inside. Just as Marcus had promised, when she said her name, they waved her through without incident, handing her what looked like a backstage pass.
It was crowded, and with thousands of people crammed inside, the stage seemed almost tiny in comparison. The front was packed with what was essentially a wall of people, so she made her way to a decent spot in the center of the audience section and waited on the back of her heels for the opening act to kick off.
“You look like this is your first concert,” said a girl standing next to her. “Try to relax a little bit.”
Nikki looked over at her. The girl had a short, spiky hair cut and lots of piercings. Her clothes were tight fitting and tiny, not totally unlike the outfit she herself was wearing.
“Sorry, I’m just excited,” she said, shaking her head. “Have you been to many of Marcus’s concerts before?”
“Yeah. Honestly, I think most of the girls here have. He definitely has a solid following of chicks in his fan base,” the girl said smiling. “Most of them are just groupies and sluts, though.”
Nikki smiled at her, and then held out her hand.
“I’m Nikki, by the way. Nice to meet you,” she said to her.
“Kendra, likewise,” the girl replied.
The opening act kicked off shortly after. It was a hip hop ensemble, with several rappers sharing verses and joining in together for the chorus. The cheering of the crowd was loud, and Nikki had to strain to make out any of the words.
They performed several songs, and then after taking a bow and receiving a loud, raucous applause from the audience, they made their way off stage. There was a short interlude, and the entire crowd, Nikki included, seemed to wait anxiously as the seconds ticked by.
Finally, Marcus stepped out onstage. His outfit was simple, but very carefully chosen, and consisted of a black hooded sweatshirt with gold trim, unzipped halfway exposing his bare chest, and an expensive looking pair of slightly baggy jeans with the end of a nice cloth belt hanging from the side.
The crowd surged uncontrollably as he made his way over to the microphone. Nikki felt people push her from the sides and back as they struggled to get a better view. Her heart seemed to thump rapidly, mirroring the wild activity around her.
“Marcus!” yelled Kendra from beside her. There was no way her shout could be heard over the noise of the venue, but her eyes were full of a desperate sort of hope and she waved frantically, trying to get his attention. Nikki found herself thinking about just how many of the girls there must be feeling the same thing.
“How is everybody doing tonight?” Marcus asked as he pulled the microphone off its stand.
The crowd roared outrageously in response, Nikki included.
“That’s good to know,” he said, with a coy smile.
The first song in Marcus’s set list played off the crowd’s energy. Soon enough, people were bouncing up and down in unison to the beat. Nikki felt her legs move all most of their own will, bringing her up and down along with everyone else there. It was as though a spell had been cast over the entire room, over all of the people in it, and over her.
She forced herself to remember why she was there in the first place. This was business. She was on assignment, and it was up to her to keep that in mind. The guy on stage, the guy in the spotlight, with people calling out to him as though he was someone out of a mythical legend, he was her target. He was the one she was there to investigate.
Her heart raced, and a strange tingling sensation spread through her body as she thought about what that investigation might entail. The encounter the night before had been short, but so incredibly intense. And all of her husband’s concerns only seemed to add fuel to the fire of her heart. Something about this man had captured her attention, in a capacity that went beyond what she was officially there for.
Marcus moved through his set list with relative ease. He had an energy as he performed that seemed to be an amazing contrast to the laid back and calculated figure she had met at the club. He was wild now, rhyming and singing into his mike with a passion that was infectious. The crowd seemed to react to his every word and gesture, creating a back and forth that was just as much a part of the show as the music itself.
At the beginning of one song, a girl climbed onto the stage and rushed towards him. One of the musician’s body guards stepped out from back stage and began to head towards her, but Marcus waved him off with a cavalier look on his face. He grabbed her hand as she came over to him, and began to dance with her as he performed.
She was beautiful, and Nikki felt her own emotions and the emotions of many girls in the audience begin to surge up. It was hard for her not to compare herself to this girl, the one that Marcus had seemingly chosen, at least for the moment, to be the recipient of his attention.
He had his hand around her hips and pulled her against him, grinding lewdly in front of a crowd of thousands. The song came to a close, and as the audience broke out into applause, Marcus put his hand on the girl’s chin and brought her face close to his. At the last second his lips veered off to the side, and he kissed her chastely on the cheek before sending her off into the crowd.
“This last song is for somebody special, somebody who I find exciting,” said Marcus. He stared off into the crowd, and for several moments, his eyes locked directly onto Nikki’s. She felt her body shiver with electricity, and felt like his gaze was looking deep into her soul and sending out an invitation to do more. He smiled that same coy smile, and then continued with the show.
The lights dimmed inside the venue. A spotlight illuminated Marcus solely, giving him an almost superhuman presence on stage. The song had a long drawn out beginning, and when he finally cut in with the lyrics, the words seemed to blend together in Nikki’s mind. She couldn’t hear what he was saying, but his eyes were locked onto hers. She found herself staring at his body, his exposed chest, and feeling an incredible heat flow through her body.
As he came to a close, Marcus seemed to smile and nod at her. A strange feeling came over Nikki, and though she knew she was there to investigate this man, somehow she found herself feeling like he had won. Whatever he did or didn’t tell her, or did or didn’t do to her, at least from that point on, was not solely up to Nikki. This man had cast a spell on her, and she felt herself being drawn to him for an inexplicable reason.
“Thank you all for coming out tonight,” said Marcus. “Drive safe, peace and love be with you. All of you.”
He turned, and began walking off stage. Several of girls in the audience threw their shirts, bras, and clothing at him. Nikki was sure that she saw at least one pair of panties land near his foot. Marcus ignored it as though it was nothing other than a few droplets of inconsequential rain and walked backstage through the curtain.
“I can’t believe it,” said Kendra. Nikki had forgotten she was there, in her excitement.
“Can’t believe what?” she asked her.
“I have chills all over, I have ne
ver seen him perform like that before,” the girl said.
The crowd began to thin out. Nikki started to follow Kendra towards the exit, when unexpectedly, a large man that she recognized as one of Marcus’s entourage walked up to her.
“Excuse me, Nikki, right?” he said. “Marcus wanted to invite you backstage to talk with him privately.”
Nikki looked over at Kendra, who had overheard, and saw the girl’s jaw drop completely open.
“How in the name of…?” Kendra asked, trailing off, too shocked to formulate a proper question.
“A-alright,” Nikki said. “I mean, I would like that.”
The man led her over to a door by the side of the venue, and she stepped through it.
CHAPTER 7
Nikki followed the man down a long hallway, and then he opened a door at the end and gestured for her to go through it.
“This is Marcus’s private dressing room,” the man said to her. “He just has to finish with his post show procedures, and then he’ll be right in.”
“Thank you,” Nikki said. The man smiled at her, closed the door, and then Nikki was alone.
Her heart was racing. It had been for the entire concert, but now it seemed to become even more intense. She wondered just what it was that had her feeling so nervous. It was reminiscent of her experiences talking to boys in middle school, or more accurately, pining for them and hoping they talked to her.
The dressing room was relatively Spartan in its décor. It contained a closet, a couple of suitcases of luggage that she assumed belonged to Marcus, a desk with a mirror on the wall, a couple of chairs, and a king sized bed. She made her way over to the bed, sat down on it for a moment, and then changed her mind, sitting in one of the chairs instead.
Her mind felt like it was in the midst of emotional warfare. She kept thinking about how she would get him to talk about the darker side of his activities, but at the same time, found herself coming up with justifications for him and whatever it might be that he was engaged in.
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