Front Man 3 : Full Frontal (Part #3 of the Front Man series)

Front
Man 3: Full Frontal

The
concluding part of the Front Man series.

Adora
Bell

Sara’s eyes flickered open. The room was in complete darkness,
save for a dim lamp with a doo cracked shade in the far corner. What
the hell was this place? Sara’s head ached, her mouth was dry
and she felt like she might throw up. As she attempted to sit up, she
quickly realized that her hands and feet were bound, and a wave of
panic made her stomach clench. Shit. Whoever did this meant business.
Sara felt tears well up, but she fought them back down. Crying wasn’t
going to get her out of this mess. She wondered how long she’d
been held captive . The room seemed to be windowless, so there was no
way of knowing. At least she’d told Erica where she was going.
While Sara guessed they’d moved her from the strip club after
they’d knocked her out, at least that would be a starting
point. Erica knew enough about her mission to raise the alarm. Sara
exhaled, feeling at least a little relieved. She’d never been
so glad to have confided in her best friend. Hunched on the floor of
this cold, dark dungeon, it was hard to believe only twenty-four
hours had passed since they were curled up on the couch, sharing a
bottle of wine…

***

“Oh my god, I
am so glad we finally got to do this! I feel like I never see you
anymore.”

“Erica, we
live together, you see me pretty much every day.”

“Yeah, but
not properly. You’re always working, and since Jack you just
sit in your room and mope the whole time…”

“Hey! That’s
not fair, I’m not that bad. I just haven’t felt like
partying, that’s all.”

“Look Hun, I
wasn’t trying to be mean. You do what you gotta do, I’m
just worried about you. And I miss our talks. Matt’s great and
everything, but when it comes to helping me choose outfits, he may as
well be completely blind.” Erica giggled, reaching over to top
up Sara’s glass.

“Oh shit,
I’ve been a crappy friend, haven’t I? I’m sorry. I
guess I’ve thrown myself into work so I don’t have to
think about the whole Jack situation. I didn’t mean to shut you
out too. “

Erica smiled and
threw her arms around her best friend. “Don’t be an
idiot, you haven’t done anything wrong. I just want to be there
for you, you know? “

“I know.
Thanks Erica. I didn’t realize how much I needed this.”

The girls clinked
glasses. Erica had outdone herself, stocking their little apartment
with Chinese food, wine, chocolate, and a selection of romantic
comedies on DVD. All the ingredients for a perfect girls’ night
in. Sara would normally still be at work at this time of the evening,
burying herself in the extra projects she had volunteered for. Each
night she would come home, exhausted, stuff some food in her mouth
without tasting it and collapse into bed. Even then, in the quiet of
her room, she couldn’t stop her thoughts from turning to Jack.
Goddamn Jack Carter. He had got under her skin, sucked her in with
his sob stories, and then kicked her to the curb with no explanation.
Just when she had started to think that their connection might be
real, that he felt the same way she did…he had cut her out of
his life. When the papers had broken a story that accused him of
being involved in dealing drugs, Sara had been there for him. He had
flown her to Paris in the middle of the drama, and while Jack seemed
like a man on the edge of a breakdown, Sara had been his rock.
Somehow, though, Jack had come out on top, while Sara was left
heartbroken. The scandal he thought would end his career had put Jack
back in the spotlight. Fans warmed to his honesty, the way he refused
to hide from the press. As he opened up to TV interviewers about his
troubled past, the death of his parents and the loss of his little
sister, press and public alike lapped it up. Almost overnight, he’d
gone from complete pariah to national hero. Compass albums were
flying off the shelves; they had 3 singles in the top ten downloads,
and had added extra dates to the tour. Every time she switched on the
radio, or surfed the TV channels, it seemed to Sara that Jack Carter
was everywhere. She tried hard to be pleased for him, but all she
could feel was anger and disappointment, mixed with confusion. She
wished she could at least get some closure. But Jack hadn’t
responded to her email, and she was too proud to go chasing after
him.

“Since you
mentioned Jack,” Erica said carefully, well aware that she was
on a sensitive subject, “have you heard anything from him at
all?”

“No,”
Sara said mournfully. She felt herself blush. His rejection felt so
humiliating. “But I mean, what did I expect? He’s a rock
star. I’m sure he has a different chick at every hotel. It’s
my own stupid fault for thinking I was special.”

“Shh, you are
special, dummy. He’s clearly just an idiot. I mean, he flew you
half way around the world, he must like you! I guess he just didn’t
know how to handle it. That’s men for you. The minute they get
close to something good, they freak out and screw the whole thing
up.”

“I don’t
see Matt screwing anything up. He seems pretty devoted.” Erica
and Matt had been dating almost six months now – it was the
longest Sara had seen her best friend stick with anyone.

“Aw, Matt’s
a big old softie. He looks after me. I guess I’ve always gone
for bad boys, but having someone who actually seems to care what I
think…well, it’s a nice change.”

“Good for
you. You deserve it,” Sara said, trying hard to make her smile
more convincing as she raised her glass to clink against Erica’s.

“Yours will
get here sweetie, I know it,” Erica said, taking a swig from
her glass. “In the meantime, drink up! There’s more where
this came from!”

A few hours, a lot
of wine, and one very bad movie later, the girls were sprawled on
the carpet, leafing through a stack of glossy magazines.

“Have you
seen what she’s wearing?” Erica squealed, pointing at a
very unflattering picture of a forty-something actress.

“ Oh my god,
seriously? That’s terrible, does she not even have a stylist?”
Sara giggled. Between the wine and the company, she was feeling
better than she had in ages. She flicked to the next page, and felt
her heart sink a little. It was a full length black and white shot
of, who else, Jack Carter, his tight t-shirt highlighting every
ripple of his toned torso. The article focused on his ongoing search
for his missing sister, and despite herself, Sara hung on every word.

“What’s
that? Let me see…oh. It’s him. Bummer.” Erica
slurred. “Wait, what’s that chick doing in the magazine?
I know her.” Erica pointed to the smaller picture, inset over
Jack’s image.

“Erica, you
don’t know her. That’s Jack’s sister, Laura. The
one who’s missing.”

“Bitch, she’s
not missing. I’m telling you, I saw her last week. I may not
be the smartest egg in the basket, but I never forget a face.”

Sara had to admit
the truth of that; Erica had an uncanny knack for recognizing people
she’d met only once, and putting names to faces. They’d
always joked she’d be the perfect witness to a crime.

“Erica…there’s
no way she’s still in town. I checked all the hostels, the
missing persons websites…” Sara trailed off,
embarrassed.

“Sorry, you
did what? You’ve been looking for this chick?”

“Ugh, okay,
try not to yell at me…I don’t know, I was curious. I
couldn’t get in touch with Jack, I kept thinking about how sad
he looked when he was talking about her. They grew up, like, five
miles from here. So I guess I started making a few inquiries.”

“What, you
thought you’d find his sister, Jack would take you back and
you’d all live happily ever after in a mansion somewhere?
Sorry, that sounded meaner out loud than in my head, it’s
just…that’s a pretty strange way to get over somebody.”

“I know. I
know it was dumb, I gave the whole thing up a couple of weeks back. I
suppose I thought , if he could just get her back, then he might not
be so screwed up about life. Maybe he’d be ready to give us a
shot. Besides, she was just a kid when she disappeared, god knows
where she ended up. She might need help.”

“Well I know
exactly where she ended up, and she could probably do with a ticket
out of there. She’s waiting tables at the Pussy Parlor.”

“That gross
old strip joint out at 47th? I thought they closed that place down?”

“Nah, some
new guy bought the place, jazzed it up. It’s actually pretty
swanky inside now…for one of those bars, anyway.”

“You’re
sure that’s the right girl? Those places are dark.”

“She served
us for like, three hours. She’s a little older now, I guess,
but…man, I’m so sure that’s her.”

“Erica, what
the hell were you even doing at a strip club?”

The normally
unflappable Erica blushed. “Um…well, Matt really wanted
to try it. Said his buddy takes his girlfriend all the time and it
really, you know, spices things up. I thought it sounded like fun. “

“And was it?”

“Hell yeah. I
was worried, thought it might be gross or full of really creepy guys
bothering the girls. But it’s all young guys in suits, big
groups of girls and couples. And the girls were awesome. The things
they can do with a pole…I mean, seriously, they must have
incredible thigh muscles. It was actually really hot.”

“I’ve
always wondered what that might be like.”

“Me too!
Until last week I mean. Man, this one chick, Destiny…she came
to our table for a private dance. She’s flirting with Matt,
grinding on him a bit, getting him all hot under the collar. Then
she comes over and straddles me. She’s wearing this tiny little
g-string, completely topless, and her breasts were just insane…if
those were fake, then I want to get myself a pair, you know. She’s
wiggling her ass and cupping her boobs in my face, and then she leans
over and whispers in my ear, “You can touch if you want. Those
rules are just for the boys.”

“Holy shit!
Did you?”

“Of course I
did. She was smokin’ hot…she grabbed my hands and put
them on her breasts, Matt’s eyes were practically popping out
of his head. She was all oiled up, I don’t know what they use
but it smells incredible. She was guiding my hands all over her, and
her skin was so soft, but she had such a tight body…man, it’s
getting me wet just thinking about it.”

“Erica!”

‘What? I get
horny when Matt’s away. I have needs. No offense, but you must
be feeling pretty needy yourself by now.”

Sara felt her
cheeks flame, but she nodded. It had only been three months, but it
felt like forever since she’d been touched. She had started
having increasingly erotic dreams, waking in the middle of the night
panting , her panties soaked with her own juices.

“Maybe we
should just go lesbian,” Erica giggled, “who needs men
anyway? Not when we have our battery operated friends.”

“Yeah, maybe
I should just give up waiting and get a vibrator.”

“What?!”
Erica shrieked, sitting up suddenly, “ you don’t own a
vibrator?”

“Never have,”
Sara admitted. “I always kinda wanted to try it, but I felt
weird buying one. I know you can order them online and stuff, but
then the postman might see it…”

“Oh Sara, you
are a crazy person. You seriously don’t know what you’re
missing. But today is your lucky day buddy, come on!” Erica got
to her feet, giggling and a little unsteady, and dragged Sara to her
bedroom. Holding on to her dresser for support, she rifled through
one of the drawers. Sara slumped down on Erica’s double bed,
feeling suddenly way too drunk. Erica soon joined her, triumphantly
brandishing a small, pink box.

“Here we go.
Matt bought me this for Valentine’s Day, but I already owned
the same model. He knows me so well! I never even took it out of the
box, so it’s yours if you want it.”

Sara examined the
vibrator through the cellophane window. It looked slightly
terrifying, covered in bumps and grooves, with a control panel that
boasted several different settings.

“Those little
bits sticking out are to stimulate your clitoris,” Erica
pointed out, “and boy oh boy does it do the trick. I don’t
think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.”

“Sounds
awesome…if I manage to switch the damn thing on. There’s
more buttons than on my computer.”

Eric rolled her
eyes playfully, and set about extricating the vibrator from it’s
packaging.

“So this
one’s the ON button,” she demonstrated, and the device
began to emit a low hum. She held it against Sara’s palm so she
could feel the vibrations. “Then there’s a bunch of
different settings. These buttons control the speed of the vibrations
on your clit. I like it on about a 7…feel how strong that is?”
Erica trailed the vibrator up Sara’s arm, the movement sending
shivers through her. It felt pretty good already, so she could only
imagine what it might do to her most sensitive places. “This
dial here moves the part that goes inside you. See how these little
balls rotate? That’s the bit that’s meant to hit your
g-spot.”