Stricken Desire (26 page)

“Ladies are you two ready to go inside?”
James says opening the door for us.

She tugs my arm to get my attention. “This is
going to be full of a lot of press. It’s like a red carpet event.
And I’m sort of a big deal in the ad industry so if you walk in
with me they will ask us to pose together.” She says her face looks
worried. Really worried. I don’t think she likes the media’s
attention at all. Not that I blame her. I’m not real fond of it
either.

“Did you ask me to come so you can pose with
me?” I ask. I think it’s a valid question. Ad executive and
Stricken’s assistant manager. Could be good for both of our
careers.

“No.” she rears back like I slapped her in
the face. “I asked you here because I want someone to spend my time
with. I was going to say you can hang back and let me go first so
you don’t get bombarded.”

Okay, so now I feel like a total ass. I place
my hand on her thigh. “I’m sorry Claire. I didn’t know. This is
just so sudden that’s all. But if you’d like to pose with me and
won’t be embarrassed. I’d like to be your date.” I say softly.
Trying to smooth over the pain I caused her.

Her face lights up and she smiles big. And
that’s another reason to be jealous of her. It’s a perfect smile.
Straight, white and she has small dimples.

“I could never be embarrassed with you.
You’re gorgeous.” She says still smiling.

“Yeah well I’m glad one of us thinks that.
But is this fashionable enough or should I take off these?” I pluck
at the fish nets.

“No, no those are hot. But…” she crawls over
to the side of the limo in a cabinet and pulls a blue caboodle of
stuff out. “I think we can make you look more fashion forward. Your
rock look is hot but we can make it even sexier. But only if that’s
okay?” she says in that sweet angelic voice of hers.

I nod giving her the go-ahead. She applies a
thick pink tinted gloss to my lips and hers and tilts my head down
so I can flip it over and she sprays it to pump up the volume. She
has this shimmery glitter spray that she sprays on my arms and
across the top of my chest and into my hair. Apparently it will
glisten in the lights during the photo shoot. Then she spruces up
my eye shadow and I’m done. She hands me a mirror and I look even
better than before and she’s right it’s more rock.

“See even better.” She smiles.

“Thanks.” I say as I follow her out of the
limo and she offers her hand. I clasp it into her palm and she
feeds her fingers through mine. We look like a couple. But honestly
I don’t care she’s sexy and I should be proud that she would even
want me to look like her lesbian lover. This is going to make the
news tomorrow. So I better prepare myself. I slide my free hand
down the side of my skirt and pop my lips together. They’re sticky
with lip gloss.

“Don’t worry Emily. You look beautiful.” She
leans in and whispers in my ear.

It feels strange to me almost the same height
as someone for once. She’s maybe two inches taller than I am in my
heels and she has on black heels too and a lovely jade green
bracelet and necklace. Her blouse is open at the top and I can see
her cleavage. Her boobs appear to be real and they’re a perfect
milky white. I can’t help but look. So sue me! She is a lesbian and
she thinks I’m hot. I have a right to check out her assets. Don’t
I? Okay, maybe I don’t but the greedy bitch between my legs thinks
different.

James is by my side all the way to the blue
carpet leading into the club. She was right this is a huge deal.
There are ropes lining the walkway and hundreds of cameras and fans
are lined along it taking pictures as the guests arrive. I have no
idea why Stacy didn’t tell me about this to begin with. I would
have dressed better. That’s why. Duh! He knew this would happen!
What an asshole! I will be sure to castrate him once this is
over.

“Just hold onto my hand and smile into the
camera. Don’t be nervous.” She whispers to me again. Her voice is
live heaven.

I nod nervously, to let her know I
understand.

The whole way into the club it’s a madhouse.
Hundreds of people are yelling her name and my name and asking us
to pose for them. To look there way or this way or that way. We
just smile and stand close together. My hand in hers and pose for
the cameras. She leans over once and fingers my hair away from my
face combing it back. It feels nice. Like something only a lover
would do. Her blue eyes shine so beautifully in this light. I wish
my eyes were that perfect. Why doesn’t this woman have a
girlfriend? This seems crazy that she doesn’t. After about ten
minutes of all this crap we are finally able to go into
Toutolgous.

“Wow that was crazy.” I say still holding her
hand. James is walking behind us.

“I told you.” She says guiding us over to an
open table close to the bar. I get up on the tall high back stool
and she comes over to my side standing right in front of me. My
legs are wide open and she pushes her way between them her bodies
close to mine. Her stomach is nestled against my throbbing
core.

“Do you want anything to drink beautiful?”
she asks running her hands up my thighs. Jesus, she’s as bad as
Johnathan, flirty and is smooth as smooth can be.

I smile and lean in, my cheek grazing the
side of hers. “No thanks Claire I don’t drink alcohol but I’d love
a class of ice water.” I whisper sweetly into her ear, letting my
naughty core control me. It’s hard to fight her. She wins a lot of
the time. At least this morning I was able to walk away from
Johnathan. Claire poses no emotional or physical threat, so I can’t
help but love the attention.

“Okay sweetness.” She says and pulls her
hands off my thighs and goes to get us something to drink. Wow, she
looks and talks like the fem in a lesbian relationship. But the way
she just handled me shows me she’s the total butch. A hot butch at
that.

It doesn’t take long and the bar starts to
get loud and the people start piling in more in more through the
front door. This bar isn’t much different than most you see. It’s
dark, hardwood floored, high quality décor and good mix of music. I
keep my eye out to see if I can catch Stacy. I so want to introduce
him to Claire. He’d love her.

“Here.” She slides me over a cup of ice water
with a lemon wedge on the rim and props herself up on the stool
next to mine.

“Thanks. So where do you work? Stacy said
something about you’re an ad executive. But I’m not familiar with
many.” I ask her leaning over and talking loud enough so she can
hear me. My breasts are plunging out of my top.

She takes a drink of her Sam Adams. “I’m the
Kennedy, in the Kennedy in Waits ad agency based out of LA. But we
just opened up a new office in New York so I’m out here helping
move things along.” She says her voice is still sweet but I can
tell this is her business voice.

“That’s great. Well congrats.” I sat and hold
up my glass for a celebratory clink and she follows my lead.

Not sure what to say next I scan the massive
room full of warm bodies and minimal clothes to find anyone I know.
James is parked in the corner by a giant wooden pillar looking all
badass in his black cargo pants and shit kickers. But no one else
is to be found. I catch his gaze and I shrug with my elbows bent,
my palms up mouthing ‘Where?’ to him. He gives me the same gesture
in return and mouths ‘I don’t know.’

“So how do you like working for Stricken?”
she asks trying to carrying on a polite conversation. She’s really
sweet!

“Honestly? It has its up and downs. I love it
because I get to work hand in hand with my best friend Stacy. But I
don’t because it’s hard to work with a bunch of horny, rude, mouthy
men all the time. Although I must say I am adjusting fine.” I shoot
her an over-the-top smile. It can’t hold a tenth to the beauty hers
has but I have to try to appear attractive. She did ask me here and
I’m flattered.

“Yes, I hear Johnathan is a hand full. But
I’m glad you’re adjusting well. It’s hardworking for celebrities. I
know I do it all the time and some of them are so arrogant.”

I nod. “You got that right girlfriend.” I add
with sass. She laughs.

“You’re gorgeous and you have a sense of
humor. What a combination.” She says in her perfect voice. It sends
a chill down my spine.

“Thanks.” I blush. She reaches over and
brushes the side of my face with her soft delicate hand and it
tingles on contact. The throbbing in my clit just got worse.

“Would you like to dance? I saw you on the
stage tonight you have some moves.”

I blush again. “Sure.” I offer her my hand
and hop down off the stool. This one is much shorter than other’s
I’ve sat on.

The bar all of a sudden gets extra loud and
the doors to the outside blast open. In comes the men. I’ve
wondered where they’ve been. I can see D, and Stacy and then comes
Price and Keith and Johnathan comes in last in front of two
bodyguards I’ve yet to meet.

“The entourage has arrived.” She says tugging
me to the dance floor. I glance back to see hordes of woman dressed
like me or sluttier flocking to the sexy men.

Wobble baby
flicks on over the
speakers and the entire dance floor is abruptly crowded with dance
enthusiasts. Nothing like line dances to make you feel like a part
of a dance crowd. I take my place next to Claire and lines form to
get down. I jump forward shake my ass, jump back shake my ass. To
the right swirl my hips to the left swirl my hips. It’s easy to get
lost in this song and break into your own sexy version of the dance
and that’s exactly what I am doing. I hear her whistle at me. I
look at her and she’s eyeing me like I’m a lollypop she wants to
suck on. I blush and keep doing what I am doing.

Unexpectedly I am bumped from behind and a
hand attaches itself to my butt. I turn around to kick my
offender’s ass and find Stacy laughing and he falls in line and
dances alongside us. I shove him playfully in the shoulder with a
smile.

Once the song ends the crowd on the dance
floor dissipates and Stacy grabs me up into a giant hug lifting me
off the floor. He sets me back down and I turn to find Claire who
is standing right behind me her hands are on her hip and she’s not
looking too happy.

“Hey Claire I have someone I’d like you to
meet.” I wave her over. Her face turns back into his beautiful soft
form and she joins me and my best friend. “Stacy this is Claire.
Claire this is Stacy my best friend.” I say.

“Hi Claire.” He offers his hand with a
genuine smile that only Stacy could produce. She places hers into
his and he bends forward and places a gentle kiss on top of her
hand. A shy smile forms at the corners of her pouty mouth and I
know instantly she’s hooked. It’s impossible not to love Stacy he’s
larger than life and so damn sweet.

“Hi.” She giggles like a schoolgirl. “I’m
going to go get another beer real quick and I’ll rejoin you two in
a min. K.” she says and heads off to fetch herself some more
alcohol.

“Where’d you meet her? She’s delicious.”
Stacy asks loud enough so I can hear over
Crazy Bitch
.

I smile wide. I know he’s going to love
this!

“She’s my date. The ad executive that asked
to bring me here. That’s her.” I say eyeing her snatching a beer
from the bartender.

“A woman? She’s gay?” he sounds surprised

What? He’s basically gay too and he thinks he
wants me. What’s so wrong about a woman digging what I got? Even
though I don’t think it’s much. She likes it for whatever crazy
reason.

I bob my head twice.

“Well she’s fine!” he says watching her make
her way back over to us. I punch him in the shoulder.

“Leave her alone. She doesn’t like the cock.”
I scold.

He throws his hands up admitting defeat.

“Hey beautiful.” She says snatching my hand
up and bringing it to her lips with a gentle sultry kiss.

I clear my throat. “Hi.” I smile shyly. Stacy
is eyeing me like I’ve grown two heads. What? I can’t have a woman
like me? I can have a fucked up rock star knock me up, a bi best
friend tell me he wants to be with me although that’ll never happen
and I can’t have a woman hit on me? Get a grip. At least she’s hot
and she’s sweet and she’s a woman I could probably see myself being
good friends with. I have no idea what the fuck it is with me and
gays but I must attract them. Look at Stacy, I’ve had him for ten
years, granted I didn’t know he liked cock. But I couldn’t change
him even if I could. Same goes for Claire. She likes pussy and who
am I to judge? I’m in a bar, dressed like a rocker slut, pregnant
with Johnathan Strikers twins, who I refuse to tell him about. I’m
got enough baggage of my own. So I have no right to judge anyone
else. Even if I wanted to. Which I don’t.

“Would you like to dance some more?” she asks
lacing her fingers with mine and using her free hand to play with a
strand of my hair. She’s sweet and smooth and I know by the end of
the night she’s probably going to try to have sex with me. However
it is a woman has sex with other woman. Which won’t happen.
Although I can enjoy the attention while it lasts because by this
time tomorrow I will be back to pregnant Emily, popping prenatal
vitamins and fish oil supplements. Not drinking coffee and watching
a bunch of very male, very sexy rockers fuck hot chicks. Oh the
joys of my job.

I don’t say yes I just pull her to me and
press my breasts up against hers. She takes that as an open
invitation and let’s go of my hand and puts both of them on my ass
cheeks. Stacy is still watching it all play out and I give him the
get-on-board-or-go-somewhere-else look. He nods like he gets it and
leaves the floor blowing me a kiss. Which I catch like a fool,
blushing. He is seriously the best guy friend ever!

Red light Special
rolls over the
speakers. I love this song! It’s sexy and sensual and hot as hell.
Claire tightens her grip on my butt cheeks and I straddle her left
leg our legs tucked together. I can’t decide where I want my hands
to go so I finger my own hair tossing my head back and slowly roll
my hips on her leg grinding my clit against her thigh. It’s begging
for release. We’re the perfect height to dance like this. I close
my eyes savoring the contact with my clit. I’m burning inside. My
heart is pounding. She tucks her head down and finds my collarbone
with her tongue. Licking my sweaty sensitive skin. She’s purring,
kneading my ass with her hands her breasts pressed firmly against
mine. Oh, god this feels so good. Her hot wet tongue and soft lips
making love to my neck and collarbone. I press my pussy harder on
her leg. I think she knows what I’m doing because I’m panting and I
can hear her moaning between her lips close to my ear. I’m so
fucking horny. I need to come. I need this so bad. Oh fuck! My
clit. Oh yeah!