move my hands I could reach down and cup
his cock in them. But I won’t and I can’t. It’s wrong so wrong on a
million different levels. Why can’t I just want to fuck a normal
guy? Not a hot rock star. This is terrible.
“Um… nope… no I don’t… If you want to know
the weather I am sure I can arrange that.” I smile or try to. But I
know it comes out all distorted. I’m so nervous. Silky sweat is
dripping down the back of my neck.
“How about the weather between your legs? You
smell so good…. Mmmmm” He inhales.
Oh shit! I knew he could smell me. I could
smell me. This is the most embarrassing day of my life. I throw my
hands over my face. I’m so ashamed. I pray- Please god get me out
of this mess. Make this stop. I promise I’ll never talk to him
again. Just get him away from me. I can’t have sex with him. It’s
wrong. Please god!
“I can’t do what you want me to do.” I state.
Feeling a little less drawn to him. Maybe my prayers worked for
once.
“I don’t want to fuck you if that’s what you
think short stack.”
“That’s exactly what I think.” I blurt. Oh
thank you Jesus my sassiness is back. Oh how I’ve missed it!
“Nope.” He pushes back from the sides of the
wall and moves as far away from me as he can which still leaves us
touching in some ways but I feel a lot better and less inclined to
do some naughty things. He looks sad all of a sudden. His fuck me
face is gone. But I can still see the outline of a very hard very
big boner in his shorts.
“I don’t want to fuck you. That’s not what
this is.” He says motioning his finger back and forth between me
and him.
“Then what is it?” I gulp and run my hands
nervously through my hair, staring at the ground.
“Hey… Hey guys.” I hear Stacy say on the
other side of the door.
“What?” Johnathan groans.
“Sorry. Open up, the coast is clear. Grab
your stuff Em, I’ll pay for it and meet you out in the car.”
I open the door and exit first and Johnathan
follows a few feet behind. I dump my clothes in Stacy’s arms. I am
kind of relieved to be out of that space. Although I am so juiced
up on natural horny pills by the name of Johnathan that I think I
could go for an orgasm or two or five or a hundred.
I leave and I sit in the front of the car
away from Johnathan. When Stacy gets in he seems a little taken
back by the seating arrangement. I lay my head back against the
seat and let James drive us back to the hotel. I don’t speak
another word.
Chapter
Seven
The rest of the day went by rather quickly.
Stacy and the boys left to set up with the roadies and do sound
check. Leaving me in the hotel all by my lonesome. I took a long
shower which lasted forever thanks to the hotels never ending hot
water supply. I spent time painting my nails hot pink, both my
fingers and toes. Normally I’m a taupe or light pink enthusiast but
I went hot pink for ‘my image’. Stupid? Yes. But it’s part of the
job description apparently. I pampered myself in room of course. I
don’t have the money to spend on spa treatments although admittedly
I’d love to be able to. With my new income significantly less than
my previous job I have to tighten up my belt. The record label
Magic Records are the ones who signed Stricken. They are also the
ones who sign all of our paychecks. Even though I was dealing with
a boss who tried to flirt with me every chance he got on my last
job. I still made double what I do now. Which sucks but some money
is better than no money at all. My lack of funds now are partially
due to the fact that I wasn’t a planned employee. I wasn’t sought
out. I think Magic records or the hot blonde Jasmine that Stacy
works hand in hand with on the corporate side of things decided to
do him a favor. All because I am sure they’ve either fucked like
rabbits before or she has every intention of doing so in the
future. Either way I don’t care because I am grateful for the money
and opportunity to spend
his cock in them. But I won’t and I can’t. It’s wrong so wrong on a
million different levels. Why can’t I just want to fuck a normal
guy? Not a hot rock star. This is terrible.
“Um… nope… no I don’t… If you want to know
the weather I am sure I can arrange that.” I smile or try to. But I
know it comes out all distorted. I’m so nervous. Silky sweat is
dripping down the back of my neck.
“How about the weather between your legs? You
smell so good…. Mmmmm” He inhales.
Oh shit! I knew he could smell me. I could
smell me. This is the most embarrassing day of my life. I throw my
hands over my face. I’m so ashamed. I pray- Please god get me out
of this mess. Make this stop. I promise I’ll never talk to him
again. Just get him away from me. I can’t have sex with him. It’s
wrong. Please god!
“I can’t do what you want me to do.” I state.
Feeling a little less drawn to him. Maybe my prayers worked for
once.
“I don’t want to fuck you if that’s what you
think short stack.”
“That’s exactly what I think.” I blurt. Oh
thank you Jesus my sassiness is back. Oh how I’ve missed it!
“Nope.” He pushes back from the sides of the
wall and moves as far away from me as he can which still leaves us
touching in some ways but I feel a lot better and less inclined to
do some naughty things. He looks sad all of a sudden. His fuck me
face is gone. But I can still see the outline of a very hard very
big boner in his shorts.
“I don’t want to fuck you. That’s not what
this is.” He says motioning his finger back and forth between me
and him.
“Then what is it?” I gulp and run my hands
nervously through my hair, staring at the ground.
“Hey… Hey guys.” I hear Stacy say on the
other side of the door.
“What?” Johnathan groans.
“Sorry. Open up, the coast is clear. Grab
your stuff Em, I’ll pay for it and meet you out in the car.”
I open the door and exit first and Johnathan
follows a few feet behind. I dump my clothes in Stacy’s arms. I am
kind of relieved to be out of that space. Although I am so juiced
up on natural horny pills by the name of Johnathan that I think I
could go for an orgasm or two or five or a hundred.
I leave and I sit in the front of the car
away from Johnathan. When Stacy gets in he seems a little taken
back by the seating arrangement. I lay my head back against the
seat and let James drive us back to the hotel. I don’t speak
another word.
Chapter
Seven
The rest of the day went by rather quickly.
Stacy and the boys left to set up with the roadies and do sound
check. Leaving me in the hotel all by my lonesome. I took a long
shower which lasted forever thanks to the hotels never ending hot
water supply. I spent time painting my nails hot pink, both my
fingers and toes. Normally I’m a taupe or light pink enthusiast but
I went hot pink for ‘my image’. Stupid? Yes. But it’s part of the
job description apparently. I pampered myself in room of course. I
don’t have the money to spend on spa treatments although admittedly
I’d love to be able to. With my new income significantly less than
my previous job I have to tighten up my belt. The record label
Magic Records are the ones who signed Stricken. They are also the
ones who sign all of our paychecks. Even though I was dealing with
a boss who tried to flirt with me every chance he got on my last
job. I still made double what I do now. Which sucks but some money
is better than no money at all. My lack of funds now are partially
due to the fact that I wasn’t a planned employee. I wasn’t sought
out. I think Magic records or the hot blonde Jasmine that Stacy
works hand in hand with on the corporate side of things decided to
do him a favor. All because I am sure they’ve either fucked like
rabbits before or she has every intention of doing so in the
future. Either way I don’t care because I am grateful for the money
and opportunity to spend
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