Caged In
Authors: J.D. Lowrance
Caged In
By
J.D. Lowrance
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2015 by J.D.
Lowrance
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Editor:
A.D. Bednego
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’
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TABLE OF
CONTENTS
DEDICATION
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
EPILOGUE
OTHER WORKS BY J.D. LOWRANCE
Cage
A
woman
’
s
back was the sexiest fucking thing. All curves and smooth skin. The way it rose
up from the top of her ass, spouting up and along her spine to her shoulder
blades. The curvature on full display, when she wore a halter top or backless
dress. It showed all I needed to know about her; the color and texture of her
skin, how well she took care of her body, and whether or not she was affected
by my touch with the goose bumps that followed in my wake.
My
favorite part was the unveiling of the body
’
s
largest canvas allowing men, like me, to imagine what they could do to it, with
it, on it. As she slid whatever fabric graced her body off her shoulders, down
her spine, and over her hips, until it pooled at her feet. This was my
foreplay. Who needed hands or a mouth on them to get rock fucking hard? Don
’
t
get me wrong, I liked all of that and demanded it half of the time. But that
was just to get me off so that I could paint that canvas with my cum over and
over again.
Damn!
Now I was rock fucking hard as I stared at all these backless dress wearing
mares. All I needed to do was wink at one of them and I would be dick deep in
her before I could count to ten.
Who
was the lucky filly going to be?
I
looked around the backstage area of the whatever-the-hell-music awards Caged In
was dragged to this month. But at the moment I was not complaining. A line of
coke rushed its way up my nose, numbing inch-by-mother-fucking-inch until
POW
it caught my frontal lobe on fire sending sparks of adrenaline-like energy
coursing through my blood lightning fast.
Damn that
’
s
good shit!
I pinched the top of my nose to make sure
it was still there as I lit a cigarette to combat the nasal drip that was already
draining down my throat like it did with every hit. Instant relief
as
the smoke dried it up and I could finally take the first deep breath since
setting foot backstage. I had come to hate the chaos of my life.
Fuck
it!
Time
to put my game face on. I only had three or four more awards to go before Caged
In was slated to play, and I needed something to even out the energy I just put
in. I looked left and then right. And there she was staring right at me waiting
to catch my eye. Some up and coming actress who thought fucking me would land
her in some trashy rag and more face time with the American people. Or maybe I
would just end up as a this-one-night kind of story she told her hometown
friends or pimp when her fake . . . everything dried up.
I
checked my watch.
“
Plenty of time,
”
I
reminded myself as I readied my internal countdown to reel one in.
I
winked. She giggled, acting all shy-like. I approached.
1
. . .
“
Hey
there pretty girl. What
’
s your name?
”
She
giggled her name.
2
. . .
“
Well
that
’
s
a pretty name. Do you know my name?
”
Giggle,
giggle.
“
Yes.
”
3
. . .
“
Do
you think you could help me with something?
”
When
she bit into her over-the-top-botoxed bottom lip and slowly nodded yes I knew I
had her.
4
. . .
I
took the hand she offered me and led her through the chaos of backstage until I
found a bathroom.
5
. . .
Once
inside her shy act disappeared behind ravenous kisses and bucking hips.
6
. . .
She
climbed up me like King Kong on the Empire State Building as I grabbed her ass
rooting her against my cock as I slid the fingers of one hand along the crack
of her ass, and then slipped them inside of her.
Christ
almighty!
It was like the grand fucking canyon in there. Two
fingers barely even stretched this girl. I was contemplating adding a third
when she jumped off of me and turned around.
7
. . .
Like
a mare in heat, she kept pushing her ass against me as I worked my zipper down.
I did not bother dropping trail as one hand pulled my dick out and the other
brought the condom to my teeth. RIP!
8
. . .
Miss
Giggle wasted no time lifting her dress up and over her too-skinny ass as she
was now twerking on my pants and hands as I sheathed myself.
9
. . .
And
as I rounded third, I moved her panties to the side as I aligned myself just
right, and slid home.
10
. . . Mother. Fucking. Ten.
I
took it all in as I continued to pound into her. The swing of her fake tits as
each thrust got harder and harder. The arch of her back as I started to hit her
spot just right. The cry of my name on her lips as she started to come undone.
I ran my hands up her back, along her spine until I grabbed onto her shoulders,
ramming my cock as deep as it would go, grunting as I exploded.
As
the endorphins slowly settled down in my body I looked up and quickly away from
what I saw in that tiny bathroom
’
s
mirror.
Such a fucking loser!
My mind screamed as I palmed my eyes. The
mare turned filly once again stood up causing my now limp dick to easily slide
out.
“
So
um . . . do you like want to go to an after party or something together?
”
I
could have sworn she was taken right out of a valley girl movie and placed
directly in this bathroom.
“
Like
sure.
”
My
sarcasm was not lost on her.
“
Whatever,
”
she
exclaimed as she finished pushing down her dress. She violently shoved the door
open, stomping out to show how undignified I was being.
What-the-fuck-ever.
I
laughed as I turned back to the sink, avoiding the mirror. With my dick still
blowing in the breeze, I pulled out my vial and sprinkled some coke on the
mirrored ledge. I patted my pockets searching for something . . . anything that
would help get it into my body faster.
“
Here,
use this.
”
That voice!
I would know it anywhere. I turned so fast, needing to know if it was really
her or just the drugs or my imagination or whatever wanted to fuck with my head
that day.
“
Charlie,
”
I
breathed, seeing her in the flesh. She looked stunning. Dark hair pulled in a
high pony tail showed off her slender neck. Her emerald eyes popped from
make-up that looked so natural on her smooth skin. Her dress left one shoulder
bare as it
flowed across the body, ending
extremely high on one leg and knee length on the other, showing off her long,
toned legs. K
iller
black
heels
and a spiky, black belt made her look like she was born to
stand by my side on stage and in my life.
“
Here,
”
she pressed as I looked down at what was in her hand. My
breath caught and my heart froze as she opened her hand to reveal a rolled up bill
in her palm.
“
It
’
s what you need isn
’
t it?
”
“
No.
”
My voice was barely above a whisper.
It
’
s you!
My heart pounded in my chest as I looked into crystal clear,
green as grass eyes. I was speechless, yet there was so much I wanted to say. I
was motionless, yet all I wanted to do was pull her into my arms.
“
And for Christ sake, tuck
yourself in and pull yourself together. Caged In is due on next.
”
I was locked in my spot, shocked at seeing Charlie, my
Charlie, again in person for the first time in ten years.
“
Fuck it.
”
Her laughter held no humor as she shook her head and threw
the rolled up bill at me and walked away. Each step taking the only person I
ever loved away . . . from . . . me . . . again. My heart felt like it was
going to explode out of my chest and follow her like a lost puppy who finally
found its home.
Someone yelled for Caged In spurring me into action. I ran
after her, tucking myself in to congratulatory shouts at my disheveled state. I
stalked her through the crowd until she turned into a hallway. Turning the
corner, I saw the door that I knew if she escaped through would put another ten
years between us. I doubled my speed until I was able to snake an arm around
her waist, stopping her from going any further.
“
Charlie,
”
I murmured. She was so
close I could see the goosebumps rise in reaction to my whispered word across
her skin. My breath caught in my throat as I felt a shiver run through her body
giving away her reaction to my nearness.
“
Don
’
t go,
”
I pleaded as I pulled her flush against me. A deep breath
told me she still wore Happy by Clinique, the exact scent I bought for her
sixteenth birthday, the day before I left her. The year everything got so
messed up.
“
Or take
me with you,
”
I countered, wanting to be anywhere that she was.
“
Cage,
”
Charlie whimpered. I did
not know whether she
wa
nted me to let her go or to keep her with me.
“
Cage.
”
The echo of my name came from behind us in the deep tenor of
my band mate.
“
Stop
molesting that poor girl and get your arse over here.
”
“
Fuck off Linc,
”
I growled.
“
Hey ass whip, its Locke.
”
His voice got closer as he stepped up next to us. The Irish
accent should have given it away, but I was too focused on the trembling woman
in my arms. I loosened the steel band around her waist allowing her to turn
towards our interruption.
“
Holy shit
sham
. .
. it
’
s her.
It
’
s your
feek
. I can
’
t fucking believe it. It
’
s actually her. You
’
re Charlotte Moore.
”
Locke was practically jumping up and down.
“
I mean, the picture in
your wallet, the one in your
guff
, every magazine you have . . .
”
In his excitement, his
Gaelic got away from him like it always did. Charlie
’
s shocked expression gave
way to wariness as she looked between Lachlan and me.
Caged In was called once again to the stage.
“
You are going to
lash
with
us later?
”
Locke asked Charlie. She shrugged her shoulders, clearly not
understanding his mashed up English.
“
You know . . . drink,
”
he said, catching his slip.
A faint smile graced her beautiful face as she looked down
and then back up at me. My heart soared at the thought she would be with me
tonight. A game plan was already forming in my mind on how everything would
finally be different. I would be different.
“
There you guys are,
”
Linc, Locke
’
s cousin and another one of my bandmates, exclaimed.
“
Come on. The execs are
pissed. They had to go to an unscheduled commercial break.
”
He motioned for us to follow him.
“
Oh yeah. I found this for
you Cage.
”
Time stood still as everyone watched him place the vial from
the bathroom in my shaking hands. Withdrawal was fast and unfriendly when it
came to coke.
Shame washed over me. An explanation, an excuse, a lie was on
the tip of my tongue when Charlie placed a hand on my arm, silencing my
thoughts. I watched her lean into me before closing my eyes as the softest kiss
was placed on my cheek. Her lips may have touched my cheek, but they branded my
soul. It soared as my eyes opened, and then fell flat, shattering as I watched
Charlie turn without a word and walk away from me for the second time that
night.
