Rock Her (8 page)

Annie nodded.

“That’s exactly what I was talking about. I was bound. I was
surrounded. And they were going to cut my head off. I was helpless to do
anything about it. I have never experienced such horror before. I didn’t like
it very much. I could not unclench my fists until I was out of the country and
landed in Germany. Whenever I think about Afghanistan, my fists clench up
again. It’s reactionary. I can’t help it.”

Annie put down her fork and picked up her napkin. She wiped her
eyes with it. “PTSD?” she asked him.

“That’s what they say,” Kip answered.

Annie put her napkin back on her lovely thigh. Kip watched her
and almost forgot the story he was telling.

“Kip, I understand your hesitancy to tell this story, but don’t
you think it would be for the best? To get it out there, maybe help in the
healing?” Annie asked.

“Of course I do. But there is more,” Kip said. He made the
effort to unclench his fists.
Damn this
is hard.

“My father… Well, he died while I was being held captive,” Kip
continued. “We had a falling out when I joined the Marine Corps. He wanted me
to join the family business. When I told him I was going to enlist after nine
eleven, he stopped speaking to me. We didn’t speak for several years after
that. Then, just before my last mission when I was taken captive, He called me
and apologized. Told me how proud he was of me, and made sure I knew that I had
a place in the family business when I returned.”

“Wonderful!” Annie said, smiling.

“Yes, it is,” Kip said. But he didn’t tell me he was sick. He
had cancer. When I landed in Germany and was being strapped into a gurney for
the ride to the hospital, my commanding officer told me he was dead and that
there was an attorney flying directly to see me.”

“He left me everything. The entire empire. But I didn’t know
what to do with it. So when I recovered and returned to the states, discharged,
I left it all in the hands of the board of directors and started up a rock
band. I get paid a lot of money for doing nothing. I mean a lot of money
outside of the studio and tours. I mean money from the company. I give
everything away. Every bit to charity. And still I live like a king. The empire
is so huge I can hardly go anywhere without running into some holding
somewhere. I pay for very little. I suppose I take advantage of it, though I am
embarrassed that I do. I never intended to live like this. So, to put all of
that in a book for everyone to read troubles me.”

Annie blinked at him. “But Kip, this is your life. You asked me
to write a biography about you. How can I not include any of that? Your story
is amazing. And like I said, it may be a healing process for you.”

“Then why does everything to do with my captivity, my father
and my fortune make me feel like shit?” Nothing feels good about any of that,”
Kip said.

Annie shrugged. “Kip, if I don’t write about that much of your
life, what’s left to write about?”

Kip forced a smile. “My rock and roll days. The band. The hotel
we trashed last year. The bus we rolled three years ago. Sex, drugs, rock and
roll.”

“But that’s all been done before, Kip.”

“I am not in a contest here, Annie. I am not trying to outdo
all of the other rock stars out there. Look, you approached me. I thought it
would be interesting to have you write about the band. Tell our crazy stories.
And… and you sounded cute on the phone.”

Annie blushed.

“And I was right. I have excellent ears,” he winked at her.
And you have a magnificent body!

Annie put her elbows on the table and clasped her hands over
her plate. She rested her chin on her fingers.

“So, Kip. Are you telling me that this is the boundary of the
book? Only the rock and roll story? No war? No father? No wealth?”

Kip stared at her for a moment before putting another cut of
beef into his mouth. Then he spoke while chewing. “Well, Annie, there might be
more than just the rock and roll story.”

“Like what?”

“Well, I am a great fuck.”
And
so are you!

Annie smiled. “So, you want me to write about how good you are
in bed?”

“Sure,” Kip said looking serious. “Couldn’t hurt my future any.
And besides, you can do lots of research.”

Annie beamed at him across the table. Then her face changed.
She became serious too.

“Seriously Kip,” she said. “I don’t know about this anymore. If
there are limits it will really hamper my prospects. I intend to make a very
strong career out of my writing of biographies. I am really good at it. I have
never had rules before about what I could write about and what I couldn’t
before. I am troubled at the prospect.”

Kip put down his fork and spread his hands on the table.

“Annie, there is always the prospect of not needing a career,”
he said.

“What?”

“I just mean, who says you need to write biographies? Who says
you even need a career?” Kip said.

Annie’s eyes widened. “I do, Kip. I need to eat.”

Kip smiled and reached out and took her hands in his.

“Annie, haven’t you been listening? I am rich,” he said.

Annie’s face went blank.

“Are you saying you’d pay me to not write your story?” Annie
asked.

Kip shook his head. “No. I am just saying that you can do what
you want. You don’t have to worry about what to add or what to keep out of the
book. You don’t even have to write the book about me. I’ll support you no
matter what you do.”

Annie took her hands from Kip’s and turned sideways in her
chair. She looked at the floor. It was true, she could get used to living like
Kip does very easily. She always dreamed of it. It was not that Annie was a
shallow person. Much to the contrary. But her ex had always promised her an
elevated lifestyle, but had never delivered. It left her wanting. She was not
too proud to admit it.

But Annie was also a writer. She loved to write. She knew that
whatever would happen to her in her life, she would always be a writer.

“Look, Annie,” Kip said. “We can talk more about this tomorrow.
It’s nothing to stress about.”

Annie smiled. “You own this restaurant, don’t you, Kip?” she
asked.

Kip smiled and shrugged.

Annie looked at him sideways. “I am busy tomorrow, Kip.”

Kip chuckled. “We’ve already been over this. I know that you
have no life, remember? What do you have to do tomorrow?”

“I have to get ready for my trip to Afghanistan with you, Kip,”
she said.

Back at the hotel room, Kip left Annie in the living room when
he went into the bathroom. When he returned, he found her standing behind the
kitchenette counter. Her dress was off and Kip laid eyes on her black lace bra.
Annie was pouring two drinks.
She would
look great with a tattoo right above that left nipple,
Kip thought.

“Have a seat, I’ll be right there,” Annie said holding up the
bottle of zinfandel.

Kip pulled off his shirt and tossed it across the room. He
smiled at her.
Whatever you say!

He dropped to the couch and kicked his feet up on the table. He
watched her pour. Then she rounded the bar and walked toward him. She was
wearing no panties. Just the bra. Kip grew instantly hard.

“You lost something,” he said.

“I never had them, remember?” Annie smiled.

“Hell Yeah” By Rev Theory

She sat next to him on the couch and handed him the wine. Kip
leaned over her and kissed her. She held her glass to the side and let him.
Then he broke the kiss and scanned her body. He held his glass over her belly
and let it tip. A small stream of wine splattered on her white skin, dribbling
down her belly, into her belly button, and between her legs. She giggled. Then
Kip leaned in and cleaned her with his tongue. The scent of the wine was sweet,
but soon the scent of her sex was overtaking it. Kip’s pants grew tighter and
he poured the rest of the wine over her, drenching her. The couch was white
leather, and now it was stained pink by the wine. So was Annie.

Kips tongue ran up and down her belly, over her bra covered
breasts and flicked over her erect nipples underneath the thin fabric. When the
glass was empty, Kip threw it over his head. It crashed somewhere in the
kitchen. Then he used his hands to spread her legs slightly, before he buried
his face between them.

Kip brought Annie to ecstasy there on the couch, sweet wine
mixing with her own juices. Then the pulled her into the bedroom, where he
pulled her bra off and tossed it somewhere. He took her nipple into his mouth
while falling back onto the bed and she helped him out of his pants. Moments
later he was kneeling beside her while she laid on her back, his cock casting a
shadow across her body from the city lights outside the window.

He pulled her nipple as she stroked him over her.

“Annie, have you ever considered getting a tattoo?” he asked
her.

“Never,” she answered softly.

“It’s not a big deal, really,” he said, looking down at her.
“Just a little prick.”

Annie smiled up at him. “I prefer your big prick,” she said.

Cheesy. At least she is
trying.

She pulled him to her face and wrapped his stiffened cock in
her lips.

God, she’s really good
with her mouth!

Within minutes Annie brought Kip to the edge with her lips and
tongue, but she stopped before he coated her throat with his cum.

Kip climbed over her and let Annie guide him inside her. He
slid in his full length slowly, and Annie realized then that as good as the
steak was at dinner, Kip’s meat was the best she’d ever had.

Kip made love to Annie repeatedly. He brushed the hair from her
face so that he could look into her eyes while they made love. He smiled at her
with each thrust, and she smiled back. He brought her to orgasm again and again
before he filled her well attended pussy with his creamy load.

When they were both well spent, they cuddled softly together
until Kip started to doze.

“Kip,” Annie said quietly just before he fully dropped off.

“Yes, Annie?”

“I can go with you to Afghanistan, can’t I?”

Kip was quiet for a minute. Then, “Afghanistan is a dangerous
place, Annie.”

“I know.”

“But I am going to do a concert,” Kip added. “I guess you want
to be writing about it.”

“I will.”

“Well, I guess you’ll be going then,” Kip said.

Annie smiled in the dark and pulled him tighter to her.

“Kip?” She said again.

“Yes.”

“Have we had our last words about what can and can’t go into
the biography?” Annie asked.

“Like I said, Annie, we can talk more about it tomorrow.”

“Kip?”

“Yes, Annie?”

“Will you go with me to my apartment tomorrow and help me
pack?” She asked

Kip turned over to face her. “Jacky said we’re not leaving till
this weekend, Annie. We’ve got a few days before you have to pack.”

“Ah,” Annie said. She looked down and away from him.

Kip saw the consternation on her face and realized there was a
different question that she hadn’t asked.

“Annie,” Kip said. “You want to come stay with me here?”

Annie looked at him with pleading eyes.

Kip smiled. “Sure, I’ll help you pack tomorrow.” Annie smiled
too.

Chapter
Three

Neither one of them slept in late. They both woke when the sun
filled their room. Kip was up wandering around when Annie rose and shuffled
into the shower. Her body was pink with wine stain. Smiling, Kip watched her as
she headed for the bathroom. Annie caught his gaze and stopped to pose for him,
showing off her pink hue.

“I like pink.” Kip
snickered.Minutes
later she returned, sans pink. She had a towel wrapped around her hair, but not
her body. Kip was sliding clothes on hangers across a rack in the closet. When
he found the shirt he wanted, he yanked it free and turned to find Annie
standing behind him. He looked her up and down, admiring her curves.

“I still like pink,” he said.

“There’s no more wine in the fridge,” she said grinning.

Never enough
, Kip
thought to himself.

“I’ll get more delivered today. We’ll make it a pink evening,”
he said as he pulled on his shirt.

“It’s a date.” Annie stood there with a constant smile, as if
it were painted onto her face.

Kip stared back at her. “What?” he asked.

Annie blushed. “Oh, I don’t know. I guess it’s just that I had
no idea breaking rules could be so rewarding.”

Kip shrugged. “Clearly you have not spent enough time with rock
stars.”

“That’s what I mean,” she said. “My rule about dating rockers.
I have to admit I have thoroughly enjoyed being with you Kip.”

Kip smiled deeply at her and pulled her to him. “It was a phony
rule anyway. You said it yourself.” He kissed her and pulled her tighter to his
chest, feeling hers rise against him as she breathed deeply at the closeness.
The smell of her shampoo and body wash made it that much better and hard for
Kip to let go.

“The rule was phony. Just meant to keep you focused on the real
reason I was there and off of my,” she looked down between them, “breasts. But
I really have always avoided guys like you. Or at least, guys like I thought
you were.”

“Well, what kind of guy do you think I am now?” he asked her.

“Not what I expected, I admit,” she said. “I mean, you do have
some traits of a rocker, but you are much more reserved than I thought you were
from all of the press reports I have read. And way more reserved than your band
mates. Actually, I find you surprisingly down to earth.”

“Well, if I got one thing from my father it is that. He was the
most down to earth man I have ever known.”