Rock Her (18 page)

“Oh, I see,” Annie said. Then she sighed and added, “Too bad.”

“Why too bad?” Kip asked.

“Well, I was just thinking about how I’d like to join the mile
high club, but since you’re a rock star and I have that rule… I mean, since
we’re starting over and all.”

Kip sat back in his seat and thought for a moment. “Ah, I see.”

“Well, I do give nearly all of my wealth to charity. I guess
that makes me more of a philanthropist than a rock star, wouldn’t you agree?”

Annie smiled slightly and sat back in her chair, following suit
with Kip. “Well, seeing as how I just met you, I don’t really know anything
about your wealth or charitable contributions.”

Kip turned to face Annie in his seat. “I am rich and I give
nearly all of it away.
Wanna
fuck?”

“Addicted” By Saving Abel

Kip and Annie practically raced down the aisle to the rear
lavatory. Once inside, the fit was tight, but Annie nearly had her shirt of
before Kip even got the door closed. Kip spun to face her and lifted her onto
the sink. He worked in the limited space to unfasten her jeans and shimmy them
down over her hips. Then Annie shook them off from around her ankles. Kip
pushed her back against the mirror an unfastened his own pants, sliding them
down around his thighs. His cock sprung forth and he aimed it at the point at
which her spread thighs met that beautiful pink slit at the intersection. Kip
reached around her and pulled her ass toward him. Annie reached down and
gripped his stiff erection in her soft grip and guided it toward her slit.

He slid into her hard and fast, and she gave the familiar gasp
at the intrusion.

“God, Kip. Your cock is one pleasing tool like nothing I’ve
ever had.”

Kip smiled at his reflection in the mirror. Kip was never in
competition with anyone, unless that someone was trying to kill him. But he had
to admit he liked hearing about how his cock was pleasing to Annie.

Kip fucked her with the same
furiosity
as he had the night before. And Annie fucked him back. She pushed herself onto
his cock, impaling herself with it over and over. Her legs flew back and forth
as he rammed into her again and again, and she kicked the lavatory door in the
rhythm of one of Kips songs. She had never let herself go like this during sex
before. She felt liberated with Kip in a way she never had before with Stewart,
and she would have done anything he asked of her, no matter how debauched.

Kip snatched at her shirt and exposed her tits, ripping the
buttons off as he did. She leaned back as far as she could, banging her head on
the mirror, and he put his mouth on her pink ripe nipples, sucking them as he
ravaged her cunt with his dick.

In seconds, Annie convulsed against him, a shattering orgasm
making every muscle in her body clench tight. Kip reached ecstasy also, and
spent his cum inside her.

When they recovered and redressed, they both exited the
lavatory together, to find the rest of the band, the former deputy Sparks and
Lydell turned in their seats or standing in the aisle, breaking out in applause
and cheers.

Annie turned a Crayola crayon shade of red, and Kip pretended
to play a guitar passionately, grinning from ear to ear. When the eruption died
down Annie hurried to the overhead bin above her seat holding her button free
shirt closed around her chest and took out the bags of clothes she had just bought.
Then she went back into the lavatory to change.

Later Kip changed then Sparks limped back to change also.
Within an hour everyone in the cabin was asleep except the flight attendant.

Several hours later Kip woke again to the captain’s voice:
“Folks, we are now over Afghanistan airspace. We will be landing in thirty
minutes. Until that time, please remain seated and buckled, and close all of
your windows.”

Thirty minutes later they were on the ground and rolling toward
another hangar. Kip opened his window and saw a familiar sight for him,
Servicemen, armed with M-16’s lining the tarmac, and occupied towers keeping
watch over the surrounding area.

Once inside the hangar and the jet came to a stop, everyone
stood and started to gather all of their belongings.

“Fella’s,” Lydell said. “I have arranged for the ground crew
here to unload all of our gear and get it to the show pavilion. We can all grab
a bite to eat, then we need to gather there for set up and practice at seven
tonight.”

Kip looked around at Jack, Stabbs and Lock. “You heard the man.
Do what you want until seven, but be there and don’t be late.”

“Uh, Actually, Kip,” Lydell interrupted, “There are
restrictions on your movement. I’ve been asked to inform you all not to leave
the compound. If you leave it, there is almost a one hundred percent chance
that you will not get back on.”

Groans went out throughout the gathering.

Of course,
Kip
thought.
How could I have forgotten to
warn them? No one but me has been here before.

“That’s right,” Kip announced. “Seriously guys, this is a
really dangerous place. Stay together at all times.
Kapeesh
?”

Jack spoke up: “Well, that’s easy for you to say, Kip, you’ve
got your piece of…” and Jack looked at Annie and swallowed, rethinking his
wording. “You’ve got a lady friend to keep you company.”

Kip looked at the faces of all of them gathered before him and
Lydell.

“Believe me Jacky,” Kip said. “This is nothing like the U.S.
You’re not going to party here like you do in New York. You don’t just call up
some girls and pull an impromptu. Becky and Becky are not here. Deal with it.
You leave this secure compound and you may not come back alive.”

Jack looked at Stabbs and Lock, narrowing his eyes. Then he
turned back to Kip.

“What the hell makes you the expert on protocol here, Kip?”
Jack said.

Kip looked over at Annie and took a deep breath. “Because I
have been here before Jacky. Okay? In a former life I was a Marine. I spent my
fair share of time here, and have seen everything Afghanistan has to offer. And
I can tell you that what it has to offer is a lot of pain. So let’s avoid that,
Okay? Let’s just go by the book, something we all, including me, have a problem
with, I admit. But here it is crucial.”

Jack looked again around to his band mates. “No shit, Kip? You
were a Marine? And you have been here before?”

“That’s no shit Jacky,” Kip replied, looking again at Annie.

“Well, slap my ass and call me Sally!” Jacky said. “Kip was a
fucking Marine! Doesn’t that explain a lot?”

Kip laid his eyes on Annie once again, making sure she
understood what he was trying to do. This was as much about opening up with the
guys as it was about opening up with himself.

“Okay, why don’t you all come with me to the officers club and
I’ll fill you all in on my past? How is that?” He looked at Annie again. The
question was for him as much as it was for them.

“You know I’m game, Kip. Let me get settled and take a huge…
uh, piss, and I’ll join you directly.”

A young corporal stood beside Lydell and motioned Jack to
follow him to their quarters. Jack, Stabbs and Lock all followed him. Kip and
Annie and Lydell followed them, and Sparks limped behind.

When the sergeant took Kip to his quarters, He mentioned to
Annie that the female barracks were across the tarmac, and he would take her
there directly.

“Uh, Sergeant Dale?” Kip asked. “I’d prefer that she stay with
me here.”

“That would be highly irregular sir.” The sergeant said looking
between the two.

“Never the less, it’s kind of important.” Kip said. “She is my
biographer. She needs to note everything about my life. You know how it is,
right?”

Sergeant Dales shook his head. “Actually, no, sir I don’t. The
women stay over there, we stay over here. That’s just how it is.”

“Well, yeah, but, she’s not military, right?” Kip said. “Rules
don’t really apply here, see?”

The corporal shook his head and looked down at his way too
shiny combat boots. Kip followed his gaze and realized this guy had probably
never left the compound himself. A newbie, no doubt.

“Look, Dale,” Kip said. “I can see you’re still learning the
ropes here. But I have been here many times before. I can assure you you’re not
going to get into trouble by letting me keep her here with me. I won’t let that
happen, got it?”

“What do you mean you’ve been here many times,” The corporal
asked. “I was told this was the band’s first time in country.”

“It is the band’s first time in country. But not mine.” Kip
rolled up his sleeve, holding his arm in front of the corporal’s face. Dale
took in the U.S.M.C. tattoo, bordered by the barbed wire and carried by a bald
eagle.

“I see sir,” the corporal said.

“I was here at the start of this war that you’re finishing up,”
Kip said, placing his hand on Dale’s shoulder. “You have my respect, devil
dog.” Kip smiled at him. “Look, we’re only here for a few days. No one will
know that she’s here but you and me, and of course, her.” He jerked his thumb
toward Annie, who gave him a quick, all-tooth smile and a small, yet
exaggerated curtsy.

“Look,” Dale said. “I don’t care that your lady friend stays
here. I just don’t want any trouble.”

“No trouble, I swear,” Kip said. “Look, what if I give you the
numbers of a couple of Becky’s back in the states?”

Annie looked horrified. She punched Kip in the arm. Corporal
Dale noticed.

“Where are you from Corporal?” Kip asked.

“Jersey, sir.”

“Well, there you go then. The Becky’s are in New York. Just a
hop, skip and a jump,” Kip said.

“They’re hot?” The corporal asked.

“You ain’t seen hotter. Especially here,” Kip answered.

“Deal then.” Dale said. And he stuck out his hand to shake. Kip
took it.

“Thanks for trusting me, corporal,” Kip said, and the corporal
turned to go. “Hey, Dale,” Kip called after him. Dale turned. “I mean it.
Thanks! Listen, you need a job when you get out, give me a call, Okay. I’ll get
you a card from our manager, Lydell.”

“No shit?” corporal Dale asked.

“No. No shit at all. I mean it. I help those that help me,” Kip
said. Annie nodded behind him.

The corporal smiled and turned to walk away. Then Kip and Annie
entered their room.

At precisely nineteen hundred hours, or seven PM as Lydell
would call it, Kip stood on the prefab stage staring at Lock and Stabbs. Annie,
Sparks and Lydell sat in the front row seats of the empty makeshift concert
arena in the middle of the tarmac.

“Where the hell is Jacky?” Kip asked.

Stabbs and Lock looked at each other and then back at Kip.

“He should have been back by now, Kip. Fuck, I am getting
worried,” Stabbs said.

“Back from where?” Kip asked the two.

Stabbs and lock looked at one another again, trying to goad
each other into telling the truth. Finally Stabbs broke.

“He left base, Kip. Said he was going to find the nearest
whorehouse.” Stabbs said.

“Are you shitting me?” Kip yelled. “Fuck me! Do you fuckers
know where we are? Did you not hear the debrief when we landed? This is not
fucking Lincoln, Nebraska!
Jeezuz
fucking Christ!”

“Come on Kip, You know Jack. He hasn’t followed a rule since he
stopped sucking his mother’s tit.” Lock retorted. “He’ll be along any moment.”

“The fuck he will!” Kip screamed. “Even if he isn’t dead,
separated from his head somewhere, he may never get back onto base. He has no
credentials. He ain’t got shit!”

Sparks, Annie and Lydell stood and approached the stage.

“What is it, Kip?” Lydell asked.

Kip spread his arms. “Jacky’s gone off fucking base!” Kip said.

Kip saw Corporal Dale traversing the makeshift concert arena
and called out to him. He changed direction and approached Kip.

“Corporal, one of the band members has left base,” Kip said to
him. “We need to send out a team to find him.”

The look in the corporal’s eyes went instantly to horror. Kip
realized instantly that not only was he a newbie, he had never been off base
himself.

“Dale, can you check the gates for any word? And please notify
the base commander.”

Dale nodded and took off in a sprint.

Kip paced the stage and ran his fingers through his hair. This
was not good.

As corporal Dale left the command center Kip was outside the
door. “Dale,” he confronted him. Dale stopped, surprised.

“I need
cammies
, and a weapon,” Kip
said firmly. “Body amour if you can spare it.”

The corporal shook his head, wide eyes and unsure of how to
handle this situation.

“Come on, Dale. You know I can handle this. I want to find my
friend.”

“Sir, I have informed the Camp Commander of the situation,”
Dale said. “The gates have been notified. When your friend comes back, we’ll
let you know immediately.”

“And if he doesn’t?” Kip asked.

The corporal said nothing.

“So, there will be no search party?” Kip asked.

“Not at this time, sir,” Dale answered nervously. Dale knew
this would be an unacceptable answer. He himself would have found it
unacceptable had it been one of his buddies.

“Then at what time?” Kip asked, knowing the answer. Dale did
not come up with one.

“Corporal, no Jacky, no concert, you know?”

“I know sir. Look, I am just following orders, as always,” Dale
said.

Kip looked up at the sky, trying to calm his anger that this
conversation was going nowhere.

“Okay, corporal, Let me appeal to your more basic instincts.
Jacky is my friend. Although I know he is a pain in the ass and usually out of
control, I take his friendship very seriously. If I am not supplied with what I
need to go find him, I am going to have to let the camp commander know that you
let me keep a woman in my room. Does that motivate you?”