My Rock #6 (6 page)

“Hello, Elly! I’m so glad you made it, come in.” Was
it my imagination or did he drag his eyes over my body? Susie! Get out of my
head.

I stepped inside and he closed the door behind me.
“Mike said you needed to see me…”

“Can I fix you a drink?”

“Um…no, I’m okay.” I said. Mike also said it was
urgent. Right then he was offering me drinks. What the hell was going on?

“Let’s have a seat,” he said. He directed me to the
little sofa and I sat down. I was surprised when instead of taking the chair
opposite me, he sat right next to me. It was a really small sofa, so it was a
tight fit. Our legs were touching and I had on a dress, so mine were bare. I
shifted mine over a little bit, but he didn’t seem to be trying to pull his
away. “How did the show go?” he asked me.

I was sure he’d watched the whole thing. His
computer monitor was still up and frozen on a shot of the stage. Maybe this was
about me and Tristan again. “It was really good. They all did really well.”

“Good, any technical issues?”

“None that I was aware of. It’s a great stage and
the stage hands were really helpful.”

“Cool, I’m glad to hear it. We’re pulling out
tonight at eleven.”

“Yeah, that’s what I heard. I was thinking I should
be helping pack up….”

“Nah,” he said, waving a hand. “We have a lot of
help. I just wanted to check in with you and make sure you weren’t regretting
coming along. I know it’s hard to just pack up and leave your home for a year
the first time you do it. I’ve been doing it for quite a few years and
sometimes it’s still hard on me. Was your room comfortable? If it’s too crowded
for you with all the girls, I could make arrangements in Denver for you to have
your own room.

Fuck! What the hell was he doing? This guy was part
of the meeting where I was fired for seeing Tristan so he knew about me and
him. He was my boss and he was at least fifteen years older than me. Surely it wasn’t
all about him hitting on me. He was rich and gorgeous. Getting women couldn’t
be that much of a problem for him.

“No, it’s okay. It’s fun, staying with the other
girls. Everyone’s been getting along really well. It’s like a big slumber
party, talking about our boyfriends and stuff.”

He smiled at me…indulgently? It was as if he knew
what I was trying to do, remind him I have a boyfriend and that I was a lot
younger than him. His eyes left my face and went back to my cleavage. I’m not
sure, but I think the pig licked his lips.

“I’ve gotten the impression, Elly, that you’re a lot
more mature than a lot of those girls. I picture you someday enjoying the finer
things in life, and fitting into that world nicely.”

What the fuck? He was hitting on me. Crazy! The
moment of truth had arrived. He slid his hand over onto my thigh and rested it
there as he said,

“Just keep it in mind. If you need anything, Elly…I
can do a lot for you.”

I was frozen in my spot. Susie was right…that bitch.
He thought I was going to sleep with him. The bastard made me think that he
thought I was great at my job and he was only looking for a piece of ass. What
the hell was I supposed to do? Was my job in jeopardy again, because I sure as
hell wasn’t sleeping with him to keep it?

“Um…thanks,” I said. I was about to move; his hand
felt creepy. That was when he came in for a kiss. Our lips barely brushed as I
pulled back and jumped up off the couch. “If that’s all, Jake, I really should
go help pack and load up.” I wanted to punch him in the face, but I’m positive
that would have gotten me fired.

He didn’t look mad. He looked…amused. That pissed me
off. Was this a game to him? It was as if he was so arrogant that he wasn’t
worried about it…he knew I’d ultimately give in. He had another thing coming.

“Okay, Elly, just remember what I said. I can get
you whatever you need. You just call me. You still have my private cell phone
number, right?”

“Yeah, thanks!” I ran out of the room. My pulse was
racing and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. He thought I was going to sleep with
him to keep my job. I wondered how many other interns he’d approached before
me. I wondered how many slept with him. Did I give him that impression? My head
was spinning. I needed to find Tristan.

I made my way downstairs and out back where the
buses were parked. Tristan was still pissed at me, I was sure. That was okay. I
was still pissed at him too. I needed to shake off the creepy feeling that perverted,
unprofessional jerk had given me. I thought some hot make-up sex with Tristan would
do the trick. If it took an apology from me to him to do it, then so be it.

CHAPTER
SEVEN

TRISTAN

After the show, I went back up to my room. I had to
get used to being surrounded by security again. It was a strange feeling to
have people trying to grab at you and touch you. It wasn’t a bad feeling; I
actually liked knowing that I did that for them. When I was young, I would
always piss the security off and stop and sign a few autographs. I wonder
sometimes now how many of those young girls who loved me back then even
remembered me. When I got to the room, I packed up my stuff and then again with
security, I went down to the bus. My heart was pounding so hard still it felt
like it might jump out of my chest. I felt so fucking alive. I wasn’t ready to
go to bed, but I was so amped up that I didn’t trust myself to show up at the
bar where everyone else was partying. Inevitably, someone would buy a round or
two or three of drinks….then it was all downhill. I found myself almost wishing
that I wasn’t so pissed at Elly. Some hot sex would be just the thing to top
off the night. I wasn’t going to give in to her though. If I did, she’d think
that it was okay to get nosy about my business. I didn’t like that shit. If she
wanted to know something, she should have asked me. If I felt like it, I’d tell
her. If I didn’t tell her then it wasn’t her business in the first place.

I realized something strange then. I just blew that
stage away; I was in Las Fucking Vegas baby! Sin City! And I was doing what
after the show? I was headed back to the bus because Elly and I weren’t
speaking. Shit, when I did this in my former life I had ten girls lined up
before the show was over and I just took my pick. It was so fucking surreal. Was
it because I was older, or was it just Elly? It wasn’t that I didn’t notice
other hot chicks occasionally or that I didn’t imagine fucking one of them, but
I just didn’t want to. Elly was the only one I wanted to be with and that was
just fucking weird for me. If she wasn’t going to apologize soon, I’d have to
either re-think that or take a lot of cold fucking showers.

The security officer left me at the gate we had set
up around the buses. It was fucking cold there in Vegas, a lot colder than it
had been in L.A. I didn’t know the desert got so fucking cold. The bus was dead
quiet when I got on. The guys in the band went out for a drink after the show.
They were all amped up too. They invited me, but like I said, if I started
partying with them, who knows where it would end up. I opened the partition
where my bed was and dropped my stuff. Closing it behind me, I dropped down
onto the bed and closed my eyes. It was a comfortable bed. It was good to be
the “star.”

I wasn’t there for five minutes before I heard
someone get on the bus. I was going to ignore whoever it was, thinking it was
one of the guys in the band coming to try and get me to go party with them. I still
had my eyes closed and I was surprised when I heard the partition being pulled
open. I opened them to see Elly standing there over me. Her cheeks were flushed
and she was breathing hard like she’d run here.

I started to push myself up saying, “What the fuck,
Elly? I don’t want….” she cut me off with her lips. She literally pounced on
the bed after sliding the door shut behind her. She straddled me and covered my
lips with hers while I was still talking. I put my hands on her forearms and
pushed her back. Still holding onto her I said,

“What the hell is this? I thought you were pissed at
me? I lied…remember?” I said the last sarcastically. I hope she caught that and
didn’t take it as some kind of confession. I didn’t fucking lie about anything.

“Yeah, I remember,” she said, grabbing for my belt.

“Wait! What the fuck are you doing here if you’re
still pissed at me? I thought we weren’t even speaking.”

“I came here trying to talk to you about what
happened yesterday and you blew me off. You’ve ignored me since then. I was
never too pissed to talk to you. I was trying to talk to you. Only one of us
was refusing to talk about it and…that was you.”

She tried to kiss me again. This was new to me, but
I turned my head. I was just blown away. Was she on fucking E or what? “Shit,
Elly!” I said, pushing her back again. “Will you stop for a second? What the
hell is wrong with you?”

“Nothing is wrong with me. I’m horny…I want you,
Tristan.” She pulled her dress off over her head and she was left straddling me
in a skimpy thong and a barely there little lace bra. “You want to fight, or
you want to make-up?” she asked me as she reached back to unhook her bra.

She unhooked her bra, what choice did I have? I
agreed to make-up. I hoped that she heard me say so and it was clear because I
already had one of those luscious tits in my mouth. She was squirming and
moaning, rubbing her wet pussy against the front of my jeans as I found her
nipple and started licking and sucking on it. She grabbed the back of my head
and pulled me into her tighter.

“Oh yeah baby, that’s what I needed.” She was a
fucking wild woman. I loved it!

I slid my mouth over and sucked that one in. I was
still amped up and full of adrenaline, I was sucking it hard and even biting at
it a little. She was crying out, but not in pain. She had my hair wrapped up
tight in her fists and in a deep, throaty voice she was yelling, “Yes Tristan,
oh fuck! Yeah baby that’s it!” Good thing I wasn’t expecting the band. I guess
if they did show up, they’d be in for a treat. The sound of her voice alone was
about to make me cum.

I slid my hand down and slipped my fingers
underneath the crotch of the skimpy little panties she had on. She was already
soaking wet. I played with her clit while I sucked her tits and I swear right
then she was fucking growling. I’d have to ask her later if she’d taken some
ecstasy. I doubted it, but as awesome as sex with her had been up until right
then, I’d never seen her so desperate for it.

I slipped a finger up into her and then two. I
started moving them and she was moving on them, using my hand like a dildo. The
muscles inside her pussy were tight and quivering already, she was about to cum
already. I pulled out my fingers and lifter her off me. She groaned loudly in
protest.

I moved my hands down to my belt and started working
on the buckle as I watched her take off the soaking wet string she called
panties. I pulled off the belt and then she dove back on the bed. She was like
a wild woman. Fuck, I was going to fight with her every day just so we could
make up. While I was pushing down my jeans, she was pulling at my t-shirt.
Together, we had me stripped down in seconds.

I lay back down and pulled her onto me. She
straddled my stomach and I could feel her soft, wet pussy against the skin of
my stomach. It was hot. Her hand slipped under my head, wrapped it in my hair,
and pulled me up to her lips. She ran them back and forth together, softly at
first, then she progressively began to press them together harder. She flicked
her tongue into my mouth and touched mine briefly. I felt myself moan from
somewhere down in my belly and the next time she slipped her tongue in, I
sucked it into my mouth. I sucked on it like I was trying to suck it down my
throat and I could feel her pussy getting wetter as she squirmed around on top
of me. Her fingernails were scratching my scalp while her fingers tugged on my
hair. She finally pulled her lips off mine and pulled my head towards her
breasts again. I traced my tongue in lazy circles back and forth between them
before finally outlining one hard nipple with the tip of it. I heard her sharp
intake of breath as I sucked the right one into my mouth. I used my tongue to
draw circles around it, and every so often, I nipped at it again.

She groaned loudly and then I felt her pull loose
and begin to slide down the length of my body like a snake. She knelt across my
knees and as she bent over my cock, her long hair spilled out across it,
causing me to shiver. She looked up at me and smiled before lowering her hot,
wet mouth and slowly taking the head of my cock into her mouth. She startled me
then by opening her throat and taking the whole throbbing organ in at once,
letting it slide all the way back into her throat. I was making my own noise right
then and I didn’t fucking care who heard me. Her nose was pushed up against my
pubes and she nuzzled into it, bringing her hand up to squeeze my balls gently.
She kept doing that while she sucked me in and out, hard and long. I felt like
my cock kept growing every time it hit the back of her throat. I had my hands
in her hair right then and I used it to pull her head up and down, watching my
cock slide in and out of her full lips. She kept at it, deep-throating me and
then letting me slide back out until I felt my balls tighten and fill with cum.
I was going to explode if she didn’t stop and I tried to pull her head up off
of me, but she wouldn’t let me. Instead she just went at me harder and faster.
I was done trying to fight it. Instead, I grabbed her hair tighter and started
moving my hips, fucking her mouth, feeling the orgasm building higher and
higher.