Rocker (Rockstar BBW Romance) (7 page)

I pulled him back down and said, “No condom. I trust you. I want to feel just you.”

Stevie rose up on his knees, between my legs, and began to run the tip of his cock along the length of my vulva. “You’re so tight,” he whispered, hoarsely.

“Give it to me,” I said in raspy voice. I spread my legs wider and relaxed deeply. “Give it all to me. Stevie was still upright between my legs as he began to slide his brute slowly into me. I propped myself up on my elbows to be able to see us join together. “All of it,” I added and felt a sneer of lust on my face. He began to bury himself deeper with every stroke into my waiting wetness.

His abs flexed with each thrust. His chest muscles bulged and relaxed. His muscular biceps looked hard and lean. His entire beautiful cock was stretching me wide and the base of it was brushing my clit.

He put his hands behind my knees, brought my knees up slightly, and began to drive me wild. I lay back down flat on my back. He was giving me long strokes. His position caused the tip of his massive cock to slide along the top of in my vagina. It felt glorious. And each thrust brought his pelvic bone against my throbbing clit. No way he was this good.

My euphoria plateaued and then grew and then plateaued and then grew. I was going higher and higher. “Oh yeah,” I groaned.

“You’re so tight,” he said.

Gradually he sped up, closing his eyes, and giving me the fuck of my life. Then he was gone, eyes rolled back into his head, tongue lolling out, and deep moans coming from his throat. I began driving my hips up to meet him. I was panting loudly. My tight pussy contracted as I had a bed-shuddering orgasm sending him into a convulsive ejaculation just as he pulled out of me.
His warm come shot across me, clear up to my neck.

We were one.

Cleaned up, but still sweaty, we held each other in the pitch black room. “Come with me to New York,” Stevie said.

“What?”

“I want you to be there for the recording. We’ve got all the songs down. We’re planning on it only taking 2 or 3 weeks. Come with us,” he said and softly rubbed my bare shoulder.

“I, uh,” I was breathless, “OK.”

The next day, Stevie got me a ticket leaving in 2 days. He let me borrow his rental car. I was going back to Placerville to pack, and then drive back down to San Francisco to fly off to New York!

On the road back, i remembered I was supposed to be at work that night. I pulled to a roadside rest stop, pulled out my cell and punched in the number of Ben’s Food Place. I sat in the front seat of the rented Ford with my finger on the call button, but I didn’t press it. What if Ben hired another young woman in my place?

I realized that I had been struggling so much, down so much, that it never dawned on me that I had power. Power to stop Kenny from harassing me, and maybe I could stop him from harassing my replacement. I decided to work one more shift at Ben’s.

My mom didn’t take the news of my trip to New York very well. “You can’t do that,” she said.

“I’m going,” I said.

“You don’t even know this guy, April,” she started to plead.

“I’m in love with this guy. I’m going. This is my chance for a better life.”

“What about me?” she said. “How am I supposed pay the bills?”

“I’ll still pay my bills, Mom.” I said. I didn’t know how.

“What if it’s a scam?”

“If what’s a scam?” I asked her.

“What if they’re tricking you into prostitution?” she asked.

I chuckled. My mom watched way too much daytime television. She watched too much nighttime television, too. Just this past week she had gone off on a
Golden Girls
bent. It’s an old show from the 90s or something. Anyway, Mom kept telling stories like they were real people. “Today Blanche kept farting…”

I couldn’t wait to get on that plane.

First I had to try to put a stop to Kenny Smith. I didn’t want anyone else to go through what I went through at Ben’s.

I had to go let Tara know the news about New York and borrow her nanny cam.

“Oh, he’s dreamy,” Tara said when I got there. “What is the deal with him?”

“What?” I asked. “I already told you, his band is going to record their songs and Astral Records is going to promote them.

“No,” Tara said, “I mean, does he,” she paused awkwardly and then just blurted it out, “does he like big girls?”

“Tara,” I sighed, “I know, he’s too good for me, right?”

“I didn’t say that,” Tara said sincerely. “I love you. You're my best friend in the world. It’s just that..”

“It’s just, you want to know what he’s doing with
me
, right?”

“You’re cute and all. It’s just the guy seems like he could be with a model. I mean a famous model. The guy is gorgeous and tough.”

“Yeah, he is,” I said, trailing off, and looking out the window.

“Oh quit fantasizing,” Tara snapped me back into reality.

“I’ve just got to go for it. Ya know?”

“You’ve gotta go for it, Honey,” she agreed. I couldn’t believe it, Tara was finally agreeing with me on something.

Now, since she had put me down, she had to let me borrow her nanny cam. It was the camera that they got when she and Rodney first started going out on dates after the baby came. Tara was so worried that the babysitter would not treat her little angel well, that she set up a spy cam. Now that little Bill was 14 months, Tara wasn’t so paranoid anymore and the nanny cam was never used.

I walked into my midnight shift, at Ben’s Food Mart, 5 minutes early for once. I couldn’t wait. As soon as Barbara, the 2nd cashier, left at 1, I got Tara’s tiny nanny cam setup behind a shelf of drink mixes and pointed it at the beer section. Next, I slipped five different single bottles of beer out of five different six packs. Kenny would have a meltdown. I reconsidered and put 2 pack. I didn’t want to make it too obvious.

I unbuttoned all 3 buttons on my work polo, and waited at my register for the psycho to call me to aisle 8.

It was a slow night, and by 3:30am, I began to get worried that my plan would not work. I hadn’t seen or heard from Kenny for hours. I had almost all my cleaning and stocking duties around the front of the store done. Where was he?

By 4:30, I realized he must be sound asleep. This was my last night at Ben’s, I had to make this work. I went in the stockroom, at the rear of the store. It was the place I used to fear the most. The place I used to hold my pee, and not drink any water all night, so I wouldn’t have to go. I banged the bathroom door closed going in and banged it again going out. Sure enough, on the way back down the hall from the bathroom he peeked his sleepy eyes out of his office. He didn’t say a word to me, he just looked right at my unbuttoned shirt. He was awake now.

5 minutes later, he whined, “April! Aisle 8.” It was now or never. I quickly grabbed my little handbag next to my register, took out my pink lipstick, and laid it on thick.

“April,” he said to me as I walked into his web. His eyes took me in, the lipstick and the cleavage, and I could see his anger change to lust. “You’re at it again.”

“What’s that?” I played dumb. I stopped in front of him. He stared down at my open shirt.

His breath was as foul as the pervy look on his face. His eyes, behind thick glasses, rose off my breasts, and looked up to my lips. “What’s wrong, April. Have I not been paying enough attention to you?” He reached out to touch my cheek. I pushed his hand away.

“Don’t touch me,” I said and promptly forgot all about the nanny cam as I got scared.

“Really?” he said, and with a couple of moves he had me somewhat trapped against some cases of beer. He looked both ways down the aisle. “I don’t think that tourist is going to save you tonight.”

“Kenny, leave me alone or I’ll tell Ben that you sexually harassed me,” I blurted.

“Fuck Ben,” Kenny hissed. “That old bastard doesn't know what the hell is going on.”

“Oh really?” I said remembering the nanny cam all of the sudden.

“I’ve been ripping off that old bastard for years, and there’s nothing that you,” he reached toward my breast, “can do about it.” His hand cupped the outside, under part of my breast. He brought his hand up to feel its weight, just as I brought my knee up as hard as I could into his groin.

Kenny doubled over with a howl. I calmly walked over and got the nanny cam from its hiding place. I walked to the front of the store and got my handbag. Outside and walking toward my car, I got a case the willies. I checked over my shoulder just in case Kenny was coming after me with a butcher knife.

I was in the clear, sailing home in the rented Ford, with evidence enough to get Kenny canned, I hoped.

Back at home, I checked my texts. One from Stevie! It read, “Made it. We have a Brownstone in Park Slope. Can’t wait till you’re here.” I didn’t really know what a Brownstone or Park Slope was, but I held my phone to my chest in splendor. I got my phone out to read the text from Stevie again. It was Almost noon in New York. I text him back. “Thinking of you.”

In the early morning light, I plugged in the nanny cam to my old desktop computer. The footage was good enough, but I couldn’t believe how fat I looked. When Kenny reaches out and cups my breast it’s not really visible, but you can see that he’s touching me. Also, the audio was crystal clear. He calls his uncle an old bastard and says that he’s been ripping him off for years.

I uploaded it to YouTube and sent the link to Ben.

My phone buzzed. It was a text from Stevie, “I’ll pick you up at the airport.” I text him back a link to the video.

A few minutes later my phone rang. “Hey, Love,” Stevie said.

“Stevie!” I held my breath. Was he going to ask me not to come? Did he see how fat I look in the YouTube video?

“You’re amazing,” he said.

“What?”

“The video.”

“Oh, yeah,” I said.

“You caught him in the act,” Stevie said. “Fantastic! That should put a stop to his horror show for a while.”

“Right?” I said.

“Way to go, Champ,” he cheered me. I was thrilled. “I bet that Ben guy will freak out when he sees it,” he added.

“I don’t think Ben is going to sit still for this one,” I said, “He’s a sexist and all, but that bit about Kenny ripping him off is gold.”

“Solid gold,” Stevie laughed. “I love talking to you.”

“So, a
brownstone
in
Park Slope
?” I asked.

A brownstone. Yeah, it’s like a townhome. There are a bunch of them in New York City. They’re made out of these large brown stones. This one is three stories, it has 5 bedrooms, and we’ve got it all to ourselves while we’re recording.”

“Sweet,” I said. I was beside myself.

“And Park Slope is an area in Brooklyn right by Prospect Park. That’s like Central Park, but for Brooklyn.”

“Oh, cool,” I said.

“Listen, we’re going out the door, April,” He said. I just had to call you about that video. You are a gem. See you tomorrow night.”

And he was gone. So, a big stone building in Brooklyn, New York. How was this happening to me?

I had barely got over talking to Stevie when my phone rang again. It was Ben.