Stricken Desire (25 page)

My mouth drops open and my forehead crinkles,
confused. “What?”

“You heard me. I don’t know which executive
it is. Frankie didn’t give me a name. He just said that that if you
agreed the executive said they’d make it worth your while.” He
says.

“Well I don’t want to screw some ad executive
because he thinks I look like a glorified prostitute.” I argue.

“You don’t look like a hooker Em, you look
hot. The perfect image of a rockers girlfriend except you’re single
and the way Frankie put it, it’s not about sex. He wants to give
you something in return for a date to the after party and that will
probably have something to do with extra publicity for the band. So
it’s like a job proposal except you date somebody to help the
band.” He explains, his tone is even and I can tell he’s not trying
to push me into doing this but I get the feeling he wants me
to.

“So basically I’m whored out for the night
and the band is my pimp?” I bark with my hand on my hip. I’m going
to do the damn thing. I just want him to understand that I am not a
whore for hire all the time. This is a onetime deal and that’s it.
If my ass didn’t wear this get up, I wouldn’t be worrying about
this. I guess wearing sluttier clothes does get you more
attention.

I turn back around and all the guys are on
stage Johnathan enters from the opposite side of the stage as did
the rest of the band and belts out his first song of the night.

“I’ll do it. Tell Frankie to go tell this ad
executive I’ll escort him to the after party tonight and be his
date but nothing more, nothing less.”

“Thank you babe.” Stacy kisses my cheek
excitedly and runs off like he just won a million dollars.

After two songs go by and I am shaking my
groove thang like a go-go dancer on the side of the stage. I love
their music. I missed it the whole week we were in Indiana. The
song Tantalizing ends and Johnathan moves into Broken Dreams. He
gazes over at me. This is the first time he’s seen me since this
morning in the bus. His eyes widen just like D’s did when he saw my
outfit. I shrug and press my knees together and bite my lip
innocently. Batting my eyes at him, teasing and taunting him. This
is what he deserves for showing me his cock this morning. I’ve had
that damn image burned into my retinas all fucking day long. It
will take days to scrub it out of my brain.

He snatches the mic off the stand, singing,
he walks my way slowly. His beautiful green eyes are glowing while
he makes love to the mic with his beautiful voice. His eyes are
traveling up and down me, shivers travel the length of my body. It
feels like he’s fucking me with his eyes and I can feel my greedy
whore waking up. She’s craving his attention.

I know he can’t do anything while he’s on
stage but turn me on. Which is working. That mouth of his is moving
to the lyrics but his eyes are undressing me. Oh god! His eyes land
on my tits and I think I might actually come. He needs to stop
this. Jesus, he’s sexy in a white button down dress shirt untucked
with a giant skull adoring the back of it. His sleeves are rolled
up exposing his hot tattoos and the top two buttons are open. I
lick my lips. The pulse in my clit is throbbing. I run my fingers
through my hair. How does this man do this to me?

He turns his body to the audience but I can
see it perfectly. His eyes are locked into mine his finger runs
down this chest and pops two more buttons open on his shirt. The
crowd goes crazy.

If he’s going to tease me and the woman in
the crowd I am going to do this too god damnit! I bend down and
slowly sensually run my fingers from my ankle to my knee, I circle
my finger around my kneecap my eyes still locked in his and gently
make my way up to the hem of my skirt. Sliding my hand into my
inner thigh I move up and up until I cup my sex and give him an “O”
face with a sexy grin. He misses a word in the song and the guys
just realize what he’s looking at. Keith is giving me a ‘cut the
shit out.’ Look.

But I’m not about to stop now he wants it I
can see the lust pooling in his gaze and the slight outline of his
hard cock in his jeans. Keith takes center stage to take up the
space Johnathan is ignoring thanks to me. I pop my finger into my
mouth and slowly suck it. His eyes grow wider if that’s possible
then they quickly shift into something dark and feral. He bends
over the kicks off his boots and the entire crowd is screaming his
name. He breaks our gaze and looks out to the crowd ripping his
shirt open. Buttons fly everywhere. Woman are screaming and panties
start flying onto the stage in mass quantities. I can’t help but
laugh at the stupidity of those woman. But I’m not any better.
Making love to my finger to turn on a rocker that I just so happen
to be carrying the babies of. Not very smart. But it’s sure as hell
fun!

“What the fuck is going on?” Stacy asks
returning to my side. He looks on stage and sees Johnathan’s shirt
wide open, his shoes off and it’s hard not to recognize a boner
when you see one. “What the hell is he thinking? Woman are going to
have a poster of this on their bedroom walls by the end of the
week!”

I laugh. “He wants to play dirty with me so
I’ll show him dirty.” I twirl my hair in my fingers.

“Oh, I should have known you were the cause
for this. Look at you.” He barks out a laugh. “This is the first
time in four years he’s shown off his rockin’ bod at a
concert.”

I shrug with a naughty smile. “Well after
this morning’s stunt I thought it only appropriate he gets paid
back in full.”

“What happened this morning?” he asks
curious.

So I tell him the whole story, leaving
nothing out. He laughs the whole time.

“Yeah you’re right he deserves this.” He
kisses my cheek and smacks my ass. “Your fine as hell and I am sure
it’ll kill him if you dance in this get up tonight with your new
date.” He whispers into my ear.

What an idea! What an awesome idea!

We listen to the rest of the concert and
Frankie the lanky stagehand comes to claim me right after the last
song finishes. It’s a good thing too because I am sure Johnathan is
none too happy with me turning him on while he was on stage
tonight. The rest of the concert went off without a hitch and for
the screaming fan’s Johnathan removed his sweaty shirt and chucked
it onto the audience after the concert. They went wild and I think
I saw somebody punch another person to get it. It’s like damn
hyenas fighting over the last piece of meat.

“Madam I am to take you to the limo that is
waiting for you outside.” Frankie says walking a head of me.

“Where is James? Is he riding along?” I ask.
I know the rules that James stated to me this morning where I go he
goes. Unless something changed.

“He’s outside waiting. He will be riding
along with you to the club for the after party.”

“Is my date already in the limo or will I be
meeting him there?” I gulp nervously. If James is there that means
this dude whoever he is can’t try to fuck me in the backseat
without some serious ass whopping.

“Yes. Now come they are waiting for you.”

We reach a big reinforced steel door and
Frankie opens it for me. James is just on the other side, dressed
in all black waiting for me.

“Hi James.”

He bows his head. “Ms. Bronwyn. This way.” He
gestures with his hand

I follow his lead and he opens the door to a
shiny black state of the art limo it’s beautiful and glossy. Total
luxury.

I duck in and he shuts me in. I turn my head
to find an attractive woman sitting in the seat across from me.

“Hi?” I mutter with a faked smile.

“Hello Emily. I’m Claire” the long shiny dark
brown haired, big breasted woman with baby blue eyes introduces.
She looks like a sexy model with curves in all the right places. If
I was a man I would pick her out of the crowd and take her home
with me.

“Hi.” I nod and smile politely. “Are we
waiting for your boss?” I ask.

“No. Didn’t Frankie tell you?”

“Tell me what? I didn’t speak with Frankie my
boss Stacy did.” I say softly.

This woman is so beautiful. I feel like a
slob nobody being in the same car with her. I readjust myself in my
seat. I must look ridiculous to her in these stupid fishnets and
whore outfit. She probably think’s her boss hired me by the
hour.

She giggles and it’s so cute. I wish I
giggled that adorably. “Oh dear.” She giggles again and covers her
pouty mouth with her perfectly manicured hand.

“I don’t know how to put this Emily. But…”
she runs her hand through her beautiful long brown hair. It’s so
thick and shiny I wonder what kind of shampoo she uses? “I’m your
date.” She blurts with a sly smile and flickering blue eyes.

“What?” I ask quietly my tone doused with
confusion. “Do you need me to do some work for you and you thought
you couldn’t call the office to set up an appointment? I know our
schedules are busy but I could do videoconferencing if you needed
anything.”

She smiles softly. “No. No.” she shakes her
head. “I’m a lesbian. I wanted to meet you, meet you. Not work
stuff.” She shifts in her seat like she’s uncomfortable. Her
breasts press tightly against her white button down blouse.

“Oh. But why? Have you looked at me?” I run
my hand along my side. I am so not beautiful. Not like her.

“Yes, Silly. That’s why I wanted to see you
tonight.” She says softly her voice is like angels singing. So
beautiful and soft and delicate. I couldn’t picture this woman
being an ad executive anywhere.

“Trust me Claire you could get a woman ten
times better looking than me. Have you seen yourself in the mirror
lately? You are hot. Model hot.” I blurt, completely inserting my
foot in my mouth. I can’t believe I just said that to a woman I
don’t even know. What am I thinking? But it’s true. She’s hot. I
don’t do women but if I did she’d be the kind of woman I’d
pick.

She lifts off her seat and slides over beside
me. The woman who looks like a prostitute next to a woman who
dresses like I normally dress. See I knew wearing this fucking
outfit was a terrible idea. I feel like a slut and even less sexy.
Now what she’s wearing is business sexy. I can see why men or woman
would want to date her. She carries herself nicely and her voice is
to die for. I’d pay good money to have a voice transplant and it
sound like hers. Shit I’d pay good money for her hair and her boobs
too. Not that I’m checking them out or anything.

“That’s sweet of you to say Emily. But woman
I run into are so business oriented and boring. I hope it’s not a
problem I asked you out tonight.” She says softly in that perfect
sexy voice.

Oh, shit. No it’s not sexy it’s sweet and
adorable. Like kittens. She’s like a kitten and kittens grow into
pussycats. And she has a pussy. Oh god! I have got to get my head
out of the fucking clouds. When my mom said I would be horny
through this pregnancy I didn’t know she meant the whore between my
legs might actually like women too. This is getting ridiculous. The
woman just wants a date with me she’s not asking me to sleep with
her. What is wrong with me? Maybe it’s the bi best friend shit on
my mind. We did just have a huge conversation about him fucking men
and woman and how he’s in love with Kyle still or I think he is.
Maybe I’m questioning my sexuality? Am I? No. That’s stupid. I’m a
woman who likes dick. Big fat juicy cocks like Johnathan’s. Oh my
god! Johnathan is going to see me with this woman tonight. What is
he going to think? Who the fuck cares! He can go suck it. I’m going
to get off my fucking high horse and go on a professional date with
this very hot woman sitting next to me and I’m not going to think
about Johnathan’s cock or her pussy or either one of their very
sexy very kissable lips. Son of a bitch! I’m doing it again! Maybe
being pregnant means I become a whore. It sure feels like it. My
pussy hasn’t stopped throbbing since this morning and now it’s just
getting worse being six inches from soft supple breasts. Holy cow!
I don’t even like breasts. Except mine. I like mine. Maybe I’ll
like hers? Focus Em! Fucking Focus! Stop thinking about it all.
Focus on your date and try not to fuck her. Goal tonight is to go
home ALONE and flick the bic in a cold shower. Sounds like a
perfect plan!

“Emily are you okay?” she asks.

Damnit, I zoned out again! I only do this
when I think too much. Time to stop thinking and just do. Not do.
Do. But go on a date. Dressed like a rocker slut and get the night
over with because I need an orgasm bad and if I don’t get one
before bed I am going to die.

“Yeah sorry my minds kind of jumbled. Been a
long week is all.” I say softly.

She puts her hand on my thigh. It’s warm and
soft like only a woman’s touch can be. God she feels nice. If I
like it that much maybe I am bi? No… That’s not possible. I’ve
never thought of women that way before.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asks.

Oh bless her sweet lesbian heart. She wants
to talk to me. The woman who is dressed like a hooker.

“No Thanks.” I pat her hand that’s resting on
my thigh. “Oh and please forgive this outfit. It was an inside joke
with a friend of mine that I would step outside the house in this
get up.” I look down at myself. I look so stupid. What was I
thinking?

“I think it’s hot.” She blurts, bites her
pouty lip and her face turns beat red.

“You think?” I ask my voice turns up like
four octaves.

She nods and bites that beautiful lip of hers
again. Man I wish I looked as sexy as she does. She’s got it all.
Beauty, brains, tits, probably a nice ass too. And that hair it’s
so straight and thick and perfect. I bet is smells wonderful.

The limo stops and I hear a car door open.
She takes her hand off my thigh and I feel sad to see it go. I
liked the small amount of attention. It did make me feel kind of
sexy.