Just One Taste (21 page)

I insert a fake memory of the killer catching her and altering her mind to forget the murder, but make sure she knows what happened to John Pierre. I have to give her that. I go deeper into the snapshots to remove the most sordid parts. Examining them more this time for traces of his face and details of his actions. I know who this man is, and if he gave her any of his blood, I must sever his link.

Thankfully, I can’t find a link. There’s no way for him to call her even if he wishes to. He must not have forced her to drink from him. If I’m right and it’s who I think it is, maybe he has become so deranged that he doesn’t keep his playthings anymore.

I ease out of Sheba’s mind, suggesting she rest for a while, in a last gentle push. I lower her sleeping body back to recline on the couch then turn to face Rafe. My shock must show on my face for his mirrors the same expression.

“Did you see?” My voice comes out thin and hollow.

Rafe nods.

“Could it really have been him?” I continue. “He looks so different. I thought he was dead.”

“The Tribunal of Ancients has their own rules for justice. You of all people should know that. I’m not sure what happened to him when they took him off our hands.”

I still can’t believe that fetid excuse for a vampire made it back here, but Rafe has to be right. It had to be a tribunal ruling.

“And I’m the fool who trusted them,” I say.

Rafe fixes his eyes on mine, pulling me out of the horrible images plaguing my mind.

“Now I know why Drew’s wife looked so familiar when you shared his memory with me. That dead woman is the key to this whole mess. I know it.”

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Book Description:

Johnny
is lead singer in an all-girl, hot-pants-wearing band. Experience the sexy young man's conquests one summer as he sets out to bang each gorgeous band member.

Juanita
, the hot-blooded drummer;
Rachelle
, the base guitarist with a secret;
Ginger
, the redheaded lead guitarist; and quiet
Kimmie
, the keyboardist who prefers girls.

Will he met his goal or will one or more of the ladies find out about his plans?

WARNING:
This novella contains very explicit sex.  For mature 18 and over readers only. 

Erotica Categories:
m/f/f, m/f, f/f, anal play, anal sex, sex toy use, masturbation, oral sex, light description of a m/m2f transsexual scene. Pretty much sex every few pages.

Chapter One

Johnny

Smoke and tired country music snake their way to me as I push open the back door of the bar. The dim light makes the hallway appear in twilight, even though it’s mid afternoon.

“Johnny, honey? Is that you?”

A cigarette-roughened voice calls to me from the manager’s open office door. Before I have a chance to respond, a bleached-blond head sticks out and a heavily made up woman scans me from head to toe.

“Hey, Carla.” I answer. “Yeah, I’m checking to make sure the equipment is set up right before our gig tonight.”

“Come on back and see me when you’re done, ‘kay?” She bats her black spiky eyelashes at me.

“Sure thing.” I walk past the owner and sure enough, her hand comes out to give me a light pat on the ass.

“Looking good, Johnny.”

There’s really nothing I can say to that which won’t make me sound arrogant, so I give her a smile over my shoulder and a mumbled thanks as I continue into the main bar area. The stage is off to the left, set only a foot or so higher than the main floor.

The drum set with the band’s name,
Butt Boy and the Receptacles
, painted in orange on the largest drum facing out, looks good. As does the wiring, cords, and connections to the two guitars and keyboard. Lead singer for an all-girl band wearing hot pants may sound like a joke, but I’m having the time of my life and hope the string of paying gigs doesn’t dry up anytime soon this summer. And since I don’t wear the hot pants, I’m cool with it.

By nine p.m. tonight, this run-down place will be hopping before the customers know what hit them. I wind my way through the tables, nodding to one or two die-hard afternoon drinkers on the way. Back to the narrow hallway and in a few steps, I’m next to the small office. There’s a beat-up leather couch, and a tired-looking desk with an armless chair in front for visitors. A tap on the doorframe brings Carla’s attention to me. I lean against the opening, waiting to hear what she needs.

“Come on in, darling. And shut the door.” She smiles at me as she stands, smoothing a short, black skirt over her rounded hips.

I do as she asks and head to her desk. “Having issues with tonight?”

She runs a manicured hand up the side of my arm and pats me on the shoulder. “No, no issues.” Warmth lingers in her blue eyes, a touch of mischief in their depths. “I was wondering how you came up with your band’s name?”

Uh-oh. The campy, tongue-in-cheek name was meant as a publicity stunt, but the expression on her oval-shaped face and the lingering touch on my arm tell me she’s
interested
. “It’s just for shits and giggles,” I answer.

Her resting hand curves over to my back and trails down to my denim clad butt. “Are you sure? You certainly have a nice ass.” She emphasizes the statement with another pat. “I couldn’t help noticing in these snug jeans.”

How far do I want to let this go? My secret desire may be to fuck every one of my gorgeous band members in the ass by the end of this summer, but I don’t want to mess up our jobs by dallying with an owner who employs us. Word could get out and then gigs may get cancelled.

“Umm... uh, thanks. The band name really was meant as a goof.” I stand perfectly still, wondering where she’s going to takes this. Her hand is no longer resting on my ass, but gently caressing, causing my cock to stir and take notice. After all, Carla has enough cleavage on display to tempt any sane man.

“Like what you see?” Her voice drops deeper as she presses one large, soft breast into my bicep.

“You’re a beautiful woman, how could I not?” I say.

She reaches out and grabs my left hand, bringing it up to cup her gently. “Go ahead, baby. I’ve been dying to touch you since the second you came in asking to play.”

Well, this is certainly a first. I’m glad most of the other bar owners are guys or this could get really awkward. Her breast feels full and heavy in my palm, giving slightly as I press gently, searching for a nipple to tease with my thumb. My cock starts to lengthen and harden, wondering if it’s going to get to come out and play.

Carla rubs my growing firmness over the button-fly of my jeans. “These hug you like they were made to fit your cock.” She grabs the top edge and pulls the pants quickly, proving exactly why the button-fly is still my favorite jean of choice: quick release.

Cool air hits the heated skin of my dick as I spill out of my pants.

“Oh, no underwear—you bad boy. You must have been hoping this would happen.” She takes a firm grip on my woody, like she’s afraid it will run away or something.

Secretly, I’ve been hoping to bang Ginger, the spicy, redheaded guitarist that joined the group last week. Fumbling to escape boxers or briefs can ruin a moment. But I always go with no underwear on a day I’m scheduled to perform. Makes me sit up and take notice of the girls in the audience more.

Carla starts to stroke my cock in slow motions. “Ever hopeful,” I say before a sigh escapes. “That’s me.” Reaching up a few inches, I peel the clingy red top away from her lush curves, exposing one lacey bra-encased pert nipple.

I tweak her extended tip, twisting a little bit to test. Some women like things rough, some like them gentle, some like me to lead, some want to be dominated and others still...well they want to “seduce” the young twenty-four year old musician and hope to teach him a thing or two. I never know which one I’m going to be with next and have a repertoire of skills to pull out when needed.

She moans and presses into my hand. I give her a sharper pinch; close to bordering on pain, and her breath catches in her throat. “Oh, yes. Like that.”

Her strokes slow on my cock and I decide to test the waters in one more direction. I bend a bit to the side and reach around the manager’s backside. I deliver a stinging slap to her mini-skirt covered rump. “Don’t forget my cock.”

Her body jerks forward on impact, while her grip tightens on my shaft. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” The attention to my shaft resumes and a bit of pre-cum leaks out to moisten the tip.

Carla bends at the waist, bracing herself with one hand against her desk, to take my cock into her mouth, breaking my grasp on her nipple as she does so. The moment her wet, full-lipped mouth engulfs me, I know I’ve got her number. She wants me strong and directing, or else she’d be a little pissed at my comment and not ready to blow me.

The attractive, early-forties woman is in shape. Her ass didn’t have any extra jiggle when I gave it a smack and I pull up her miniskirt to see what she’s got to offer. A firm, curvy butt greets my soothing caress.

“Mmmm...” She mumbles as she pumps up and down on my cock. The head tickles the back of her throat and she’s using just the right amount of suction. It feels incredible, but I can’t lose track of what I really want—after all, almost anyone can give good head if they try.

I slip a hand between her ass cheeks, push the slip of her thong aside and plunge my finger into her waiting pussy. Her wetness coats my digit, confirming that she’s more than ready for our encounter. I pull back a bit and add a second finger to the mix, relishing the tightness of her opening and enjoying the feel of her wet sheath wrapped around my fingers.

I trace a moist path to her puckered ass, teasing the ring, waiting to see how she reacts. Her attentions on my cock grow more frenzied. If I’m not careful and she doesn’t slow down, I could wind up shooting earlier than I’d like. I deliver another sound smack to her ass.

“Slow down, Carla. You don’t want our fun over too soon now, do you?”

She pulls off my cock, turning her kohl-darkened, lust-filled gaze up at me. “No. I certainly don’t.” She resumes her former attentions, but much slower, and wiggles her ass a bit to entice me back on track.

I slip my thick finger back into her pink, tight ass, hoping I’ve found an anal sex fan in our new employer. Every now and then the fates shine down on a poor musician. I’ll take luck any way it comes. I pump in and out, developing a nice rhythm in time to her slower sucking.

Before I have a chance to add a second finger and see how readily she could take me, the office door bangs open and her moist mouth pulls off me in a flash. We both whip around to the direction of the sound.

Oh geez, is she married and I’m totally screwed?

Carla adjusts her body to stand partially blocking me; which I’m grateful for once my erection swings toward the door.

“Lisa? What are you doing here?” Carla asks of the slim-hipped, athletic looking brunette in a waitress outfit.

The young woman’s gaze drops to Carla’s exposed nipple and the tip of her tongue comes out to moisten her lips. “I came in early for... our
special
time together.” She jerks her gaze away from her boss and looks to me. “But if you’re busy... I can come back later.”

Carla’s tone changes to a more forceful one than she used with me earlier, “No, come in. Close the door behind you and lock it.” Carla reaches back and strokes the length of my cock, still hidden from Lisa’s view. “Did you shave like I asked?”

The young barmaid can’t be much over twenty-one and a blush creeps to her cheeks at the owner’s question. “Yes, ma’am.” She grips the purse strap on her shoulder, wringing it in both hands, and averts her gaze to the floor. Lisa turns to the door and clicks the lock in place before facing us. “Will things be different with him here?”

The pressure on my prick, combined with the slickness of leftover spit, leaves me reeling to contain my pleasure in the face of this new opportunity. Could I be lucky enough today to have walked into my very first threesome? I’ve got to figure out my role in this scenario to juggle what Carla wants with what Lisa expects.