One Night Stand with the Rockstar (With the Rockstar #1) (rockstar romance series) (3 page)

She
flees. In despair. I love her. Without care. I smell her. I touch her hair.
Does she even know... I’m right there?

.4.

Slader took the stage and looked
out to the crowd. To his crowd. But all he could see was one person.

The one that had changed
everything. Then and now and everything in between. He stood at the mic for
five minutes, the band behind him playing the same opening notes of an Ashes in
Vain song. An upbeat song with a catchy drumbeat, great guitar, and a sound
loud enough to wake anyone that dared to daze off in the crowd.

The crowd cheered and screamed,
waiting for Slader to sing something. To say something. To do... anything.

He put his hands out and stopped
the show.

The guitars came to a halt, a
little feedback screamed but was quickly killed off. Tension mounted instantly.
The crowd before Slader calmed. He looked out to them, staring in each of their
eyes.

“She’s the one who took me away,”
Slader whispered. “The one who created forever. She slipped between my fingers.
Like dust... like ashes...”

Slader put his head back and
wiggled his fingers.

He wanted the crowd to speak to
him.

Speak
to me... speak to me, you fucking people... speak...

Those who knew Alex Slader - the
front man of Ashes in Vain - knew what to do. They began to chant and sing
in vain! In vain!
finishing Slader’s
sentence. When the crowd grew louder, he made fists. Slowly, second by second,
he brought the show back to life. He didn’t need to look to point at the band.
To tell which band member to kick in. They listened perfectly.

The show began with a greater rock
n’ roll fury than it would have before and because of that, because of the way
the fans reacted, Slader played longer than he had planned. The notes from the
piano from earlier were stuck in his head throughout the show. But seeing the
piano would make him think of Jessica. The magazine writer extraordinaire. The
one who thought she could steal the story everyone wanted to get.

But who was she really?

Why did she have to be so
beautiful?

So... addicting?

Slader swore he could have licked
the air in that dressing room to taste her innocence. And once the show was
over, he went into the room first, stopping his band. His new band... Skren,
Roc, Jimmie, and the overweight bassist who had been with Slader for a year
now, Bry. Inside the dressing room, Slader inhaled the air and smiled,
picturing Jessica. Picturing her across the world. Picturing her in his arms.
Slader held his arms out and stared. He’d never felt so taken back by someone
before. Jessica would remain within him, until she came back.

Slader opened the door and allowed
his band into the room. They sat and waited for Slader to talk. This was the
power of Slader. Of his music. Of his money. He stared at his band but didn’t
see them. When Jerry entered the room, he didn’t see Jerry.

His eyes were dazed.

“Jerry, take care of us for
tomorrow night,” Slader said. “Right here.”

“Again?”

“Again,” Slader said. “And the next
night. And the next.”

“Slader... we have... the owner...”

“He’s behind on his payments,”
Slader said. He looked at Jerry. Jerry looked surprised. “He owes thirty grand
in back taxes too. I’ll cut the check. I’ll buy the place. And we’ll play here
every night.”

“Why? Why, Slader?” Jerry asked.

Slader saw Jerry move towards him.
There had been years of relationship between Alex Slader and Jerry. Enough that
when Slader looked, he didn’t need to speak to make sure Jerry understood what
he wanted. Jerry simply nodded.

“I just bought myself a nice
venue,” Slader said and smiled.

The rest of the band looked at each
other.

“What do you think of that, Bry?”
Slader asked.

“I think it’s fucking awesome,” Bry
said. “I bet we can make each show better than the night before.”

“That’s the answer I love to hear,”
Slader whispered. “Now... let’s get crazy.”

Slader took a deep breath and
rolled his neck, feeling really good. He led the band from the dressing room to
another room. A bigger room. A room filled with everything any rockstar could dream
of. Every kind of booze. Cold beer. Drugs.  And women. A lot of women. Women
already naked, ready for the taking. Ready for the fantasy with a rockstar to
come true. And women who were dressed. Those who would tease their way into a
position they could only dream of.

A topless woman walked up to
Slader, her long body stunning. Her large breasts were perfectly shaped, her
nipples erect. They were dark pink, delicious looking. It made Slader’s fingers
wiggle.

The
things he could do...

“I’ve been waiting for you,” the
woman whispered. “I can be your pain tonight.”

“I’m sure you can,” Slader said.
“But I’m already in pain.”

“Then I’ll be the cure.”

“Can I call you Maria?” Slader
asked.

“Whatever you want.”

“Can I call you Jessica?”

“Why don’t you let me do something
to you that will make it so you can’t say either name... or anything at all...”

The woman smiled.

Slader felt his lip curl. He made
fists and nodded. He looked to his jeans and saw the handcuffs there. They were
meant for someone else but they could come in use now. Slader led the woman to
the back of the room, in the corner. A dark corner. As Slader pressed himself
against the topless woman, he took the handcuffs off his pants.

“Hands behind your back,” Slader
whispered.

The woman complied. She had no
choice. She was signed to be there to do anything commanded.
Anything.

The word anything made Slader think
of Jessica.

He grew angry.

He slipped the handcuffs over the
woman’s wrists and handcuffed to a large equipment case. There was no way the woman
would be able to move.

Slader took a step back and nodded.

“Like what you see?” the woman
asked.

“I do now.” He stepped towards her
and placed his lips to her lips. He tasted vodka and lipstick. A rockstar’s
after party calling. She opened her mouth and Slader pulled away. “Now you’ll
know what it’s like to want something and watch it walk away.”

I’ll
spend my life, for you.

I’ll
take my life, with you.

I’ll
share my life, as none.

.5.

Carrie sat on the corner of her
bed. Her body was warm even though the room was cool. She was naked, her heart
racing. She looked to her heavy breasts, her thick nipples, and she quietly
looked around the room, making sure she was alone, and she gently gripped her
chest. She held her breasts in her hands and squeezed. Her thumbs grazed her
nipples, causing a flood between her legs.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

Her eyes looked to the clock. She
still had three hours until John went home.

That was the deal.

She squeezed again and gently
moaned.

“Yes,” she whispered.

The feelings inside her were really
mellow and really good. She needed a third hand right then, one between her
legs. One to ease her into a satisfying orgasm. To get the rest of the pleasure
out. The needs that John couldn’t satisfy. The needs he left.

Carrie used her right hand and
stretched her fingers, pinching both her nipples. It was hard to do, but it
worked. Her left hand crept down her body. She opened her legs, ready to touch
herself. She could do this quick. All she needed was a minute - maybe less -
right at her clit.

“Fuck,” she whispered again.

“Fuck,” a voice said.

Carrie’s hands opened and she
froze.

“Fuck,” John repeated. “What are
you doing, Carrie?”

“Nothing,” Carrie lied.

Lying was no good.

Lying was trouble.

Lying was a breach of contract.

“Are you touching yourself?” John
asked. “We just fucked... did I not...”

“John,” Carrie whispered. “Please.
I kept to what you wanted. Didn’t I?”

John had his pants on and nothing
else. He stood next to Carrie. She looked up at his endless skinny body and into
his eyes. His blue eyes. They were nothing but a disguise of innocence. John
was calculating and very smart. With John, Carrie was able to experience the
world in a way she never thought possible. But it all had to remain secret.
That was part of the contract too.

Literally.

“What were you doing then?” John
asked.

“Sitting here, thinking,” Carrie
said. “Something came over me. So...”

“You’re still horny,” John said.
“What have I created here?”

John smiled.

Carrie’s cheeks burned red.

She felt sexy. Being near someone
like John, who did have a lot of pull and power, and being able to catch him
off guard made her feel really good about herself.

“We have a real estate deal my
company wants,” John whispered. “It’s for a block of condos ten miles from
here.”

Carrie took a breath. She looked
down at her naked body. Her body that was still lingering to be touched. To be
had. To be enjoyed.

“You need me?” Carrie asked.

“Well, when you say it like that...
you make it sound like I really need you,” John said.

He walked to the door and grabbed a
dark pink robe from the back of it. He threw it to Carrie. She stood and put
the robe on. The soft cloth normally felt comfortable, especially on a cool
fall morning or a cold winter night. But the soft cloth only did harm right
then. The cloth touched Carrie’s sensitive nipples. The warmth of the robe
hugged her, reminding her how turned on she still was. She kept a straight face
- part of her job - and she watched as John grabbed his briefcase and opened
it. In the first slot of his briefcase was where he kept it... always handy...
always ready to show Carrie what she had signed.

John placed the contract on the
bed. He patted it.

“It’s been almost a year, Carrie,”
John said.

“I know. I remember.”

Carrie remembered the night she was
in John’s killer expensive apartment. She had just lost her job and was desperate
for anything that ‘normal’ and would keep John happy. He had proposed the
contract to her, explaining the details of his sexual needs. When he wanted
her. How he wanted her. Outside the bedroom, Carrie aided John in getting the
necessary deals for his company. By any means necessary.

That’s what Carrie did for a
living, a complete secret to everyone, even Jessica. As far as Jessica knew,
Carrie took some college classes, wrote a book or two, and lived off a generous
inheritance from a great aunt that was long dead but in reality never existed.

John licked his fingers and began
to flip through the contract. He stopped at a page and read it, nodding.

“What’s wrong?” Carrie asked.

“Well, right here, it clearly
states that you must come when I come,” John said. “It’s the contract. The
punishment...”

Carrie swallowed.

The
punishment.

Sometimes it was handcuffs.
Sometimes it was rope. Sometimes it was chains. Sometimes John would disappear
for a day or two and send Carrie pictures of him with other women. Women,
according to him, who would abide by the same contract but without the same
benefits. Those benefits for Carrie included being paid for her work within the
contract (when it pertained to John’s company), being allowed time away from
John without question, and even a set amount of times when Carrie could command
their sexual encounters.

“And of course,” John said, “if I’m
correct...” John flipped more pages in the contract. “Ah, here it is. You still
have a few times to use, if you need me to help you over there...”

John smiled.

Carrie thought about it. There was
no way her body was going to calm down. She would need John tonight. Really
bad. But she would need it in silence. Poor Jessica had been in her room for
almost twenty-four hours. Ever since Carrie came home with John last night,
Jessica had been in her room, thinking, not acting like herself at all. Of
course, Carrie and John weren’t at the movies... they were researching for
another project. One of the biggest projects John needed Carrie for, if not the
biggest. What everything in the contract had really been leading up to.

“The developer for the condos,”
John said, bringing the conversation back to topic, “is a real asshole.
Something about the land makes him feel like he owns the world. We rejected him
for financing, thinking it would break him a little... this guy has a
brother-in-law who’s a banker. That was my error, a research error I guess. But
this needs to be fixed. Tomorrow night, Carrie, I want this fixed.”

Carrie thought about what to do.
The way her mind could turn wicked so fast surprised her, but it made her feel
alive. It gave her a purpose. She hoped to someday share her secrets with
Jessica. It would make a hell of a story, one that Carrie would love to share,
but she’d have to remain quiet about it. That, of course, would have to come
once the contract expired. There was set of rules throughout the contract,
explaining that Carrie was not allowed to speak to anyone about the contract or
her job. The confidentiality was the most important part of the contract, and
perhaps it came with the greatest punishment - John’s choice.

“There’s nothing to worry about,”
Carrie said. “I have an idea.”

“That’s why you’re the best for
this stuff,” John said.

He grabbed the contract and threw
it into his briefcase. He slammed it shut.

“Listen,” he said, “I’m going to
leave early. Since we’re partially breaching on our own here...”

“That’s okay,” Carrie said. “I need
to talk to Jessica. I need to check on her. I’m worried.”

“Good for you. Now, what do you
want from me?”

John pushed his pants down,
revealing his thickness. He was halfway hard again.

That’s exactly what Carrie needed.

“We have to be quiet,” Carrie said.
“I don’t want to bother her anymore.”

“Whatever. Let’s just finish this
up.”

Carrie never thought her sex life
would come down to paperwork versus orgasms but it worked. John had an amazing
body when it came to sex. But for Carrie, when she was able to focus on
herself, that’s when it was really amazing.

She stood at the foot of the bed
and bent over. She lifted the robe, leaving it on, and exposed her wetness.
There would be no need for anything, except to fuck her. John stepped up behind
Carrie and entered her. His hands were on her ass as he thrust at her.

Carrie bit her lip and felt the
rush of pleasure come back to her. Everything she had been waiting for all
night. Using her right hand, she held herself up on the bed. With her left hand
she reached between her legs. She touched John’s shaft as he slid in and out of
her. That made everything feel better. When she touched her clit, she jumped
and moaned.

“I thought we were being quiet,”
John said as he thrust forward hard.

The crash of his body to hers was
painful but Carrie went with it.

She began to rub her clit, just the
way she needed.

And John continued to thrust at
her, even as she came.

This was the part of the contract
Carrie enjoyed... it was the last page of the contract, her biggest task, that
worried her the most though.