by TM Watkins
“You just did. You think that because I'm a rock star that I've had endless groupies. News flash sweetheart, I haven't and unless you start flashing your goods at one of my concerts, there ain't going to be one in the future.”
Slowly he boxed me into the corner, his hands on either side of my head as he lowered close to my face.
“Going to be flashing them at my concerts?”
“No. Jeez what a question to ask.”
“Well then you aren't a groupie then, are you?”
“Absolutely not.”
He lowered further, drawing closer to me. God help me, I think I'm either going to pass out or orgasm. One of them, not sure on which.
“Then it shall remain that I don't fuck groupies.”
“You don't fuck me either.” I whispered.
“Not yet I haven't.”
He grinned darkly. Oh dear lord, your help has not come fast enough. One kiss and I was melting inside.
The night had dragged on, the boys were their usual selves, something that I was becoming accustomed to. They were energetic, young and too well funded. If I thought that I was coming to a quiet house in the suburbs, I was wrong. A party had just sprung up out of nowhere. One minute it had been the five band members and a few under dressed women, then there was a lounge room filled with people. This wasn't the average lounge room, my poky apartment could fit in this thing five times over. Beyond the Tuscan styled interior walls was a glorious vista of the glittering nightlife that is Vegas. I didn't have to crane my neck to get past a stupid drainage pipe, this view stretched for miles.
There were people everywhere, in the pool, against the walls drinking and talking. A lot of groping. A lot of face sucking. A lot of things that should not be mentioned in polite company. I mildly wondered if Curtis knew every single person that was here. This was his home yet I would bet that he didn't know an eighth of them.
There seemed to be a lot of hanger-on types or as I prefer to call them, leaches. Even mister I don't fuck groupies had far too many of them hanging around but they were for everyone else apparently.
None of this sat well with me. In the short time that I had known Curtis, I had grown to like him and I doubted that any of these people would care for the real person.
Someone was calling my name. I turned to see Curtis who was now completely blitzed and walking towards me with two beer bottles in hand.
“You like beer baby?” he crooned.
I looked at the two women that he had his arms draped over. I don't fuck groupies, my ass.
“No.” I spat angrily.
“Well that doesn't seem right. I thought I saw an empty in your bin this morning.”
“You were mistaken.” I sighed. “Look, I'm going to go home. Where is my bag and can I use your phone to call a cab?”
A serious but still rather drunk look crossed his face.
“Why do you want to go home? Don't you like living with me?”
My eyes darted to the two women, they were in their triangle bikinis but they were borderline revealing all. They smiled their supreme attitude grins at me, one that said that they were better than me. That they were going to be in his pants before me. Why did I care? This morning I wanted to get rid of him.
“Not when it turns out you're a liar, no. Where's my bag?”
That vein bulged.
“What did I lie about?”
“Groupies.”
I pushed past him, trying to find one of the other band members that might tell me where my bag is.
“I'm not fucking them Frankie.” he yelled over the music.
Well isn't that just perfect? Why, let's have a fight for everyone to see. And of all the subjects too, my word what a fantastic subject to fight about. Groupies and sex. Joyous times ahead.
I turned back to him and looked him dead in the eye, not caring that we were fast becoming the center of everyone's attention.
“You are drunk, how would you know what you will do? Huh? You're certainly hanging off them as if they're going to get a chance.”
My hands found my hips, staring him down. “Come on Curtis, tell them that you've got a girlfriend and that you're not interested, that you're not going to do anything with them.”
I walked back over to him, daring him to say something.
“Why did you ruin my life if you can't even be honest with me? Why did you stalk me for two months if you can't be faithful? I'm leaving now, enjoy your meaningful minute of sex with your random hookups.”
I turned back to my path out of this nightmare, feeling pure anger at the whole stupid situation. Angrily I turned and stalked back to Curtis.
“You know what sucks the most about tonight? I've been out here on my own. You dragged me here with the expectation of so much yet you've given so little. I don't know anyone other than you and those four freaks you call friends and you couldn't even have the decency to keep me company. Instead you slink off into this monster house and get drunk, only to return to me with two women hanging off you. You said to me, your supposed girlfriend that you didn't fuck groupies but you know what Curtis? I don't believe you.”
And with that I turned and finally left the house.
Some bitch might have had my bag in her hand, waiting for me by the front door. Said bitch might have had a smug attitude as she haughtily waited for me to leave. I might have taken the bag and pushed said bitch into the planter behind her. Fuck knows who she was and I wasn't prepared to hang around to find out. She was dressed a little business like so maybe she was management or something.
“Frankie!”
Shit. Why can't he just leave me alone? I turned back to see him ignore the bitch and continue straight to me. Now I really was curious as to who she was.
“Baby please don't go.”
“Why do you care Curtis? Clearly you're not done with the partying lifestyle so go back in there and sow your seed like a good little rock star.”
“There you go again.” he grumbled.
I sighed and dumped the heavy bag to the ground.
“Look Curtis, I like you okay? I barely know you but the person that was at the park this morning, he was kinda cool. This guy here.” I pointed to him. “He's not cool. He ignored his girlfriend for hours while he did god only knows what. If you don't fuck groupies then why are they here?”
“The other guys, other people. Come on Frankie, what's the issue here?”
I really wanted to punch him. Not that it would do anything except break every single bone in my hand.
“You abandoned me. You swanned out completely drunk hanging off two women in bikinis. All I wanted was to get to know you. How many words have you said to me since seven o'clock tonight?”
His face winced slightly, the truth surfacing in his beer addled mind.
“None, right Curtis? Three and a half hours without a single peep out of you. Wouldn't know where you were. If I were to look I would get lost because look at the size of the place. But I shouldn't have to look for you. You invited me here, you are the host. I don't expect to hold all of your clearly precious and valuable time but a few minutes here and there might have been nice. And if my company was too much for you, then maybe you should have introduced me to people or better yet, taken me home.”
“Frankie.” he sighed. “I want you here, you aren't too much and I'm not taking you home.”
His fingers toyed with mine, they were tucked in under my folded arms. Slowly he was unraveling me and I hated that he could make me crumble so easily.
“Why were you having a party anyway?”
“Cuz I can.” he shrugged.
“Do you know those people in there?”
“Course I do.”
He rolled his eyes in a way that made me believe it wasn't exactly the truth.
“Test a theory for me Curtis. Introduce me to as many people as you know. You have to know their names, you can't introduce them unless you know it. Can you do that?”
“Sure.”
He
picked up my bag and took my hand, pulling me back into the house. Stopping at the woman he handed my bag back to her.
“Frankie this is our managers assistant Claire. Claire this is my girlfriend Frankie and that's her bag that needs to go back to my room. Don't touch any fucking thing.”
She rolled her eyes and stormed off.
“Why is she here?”
Curtis shrugged. “Think she's hoping to land one of us. Now that you're around she's down to four. Worse yet, none of us like her. That attitude is constant.”
He pulled my hand further into the entry, stopping at a middle aged man and a seemingly similarly aged woman. It was so hard to tell in the age of plastic surgery.
“Frankie this is our manager Jerry and his wife Eleanor. El, Jerry this is Frankie my girlfriend.”
The man smiled brightly at me and held out his hand. Dutifully, I shook it. Eleanor hugged me hard.
“Lovely to meet you Frankie. Good to see Curtis with someone level headed.”
Level headed? Was that a reference to the fact that I don't take his shit and don't care about the fame or wealth? Maybe.
“Uh, thanks. Nice to meet you too.”
“Jerry, Claire is out of line again. We've had this talk before, haven't we?”
He nodded with a pained sigh. “I know, strike three.”
Curtis nodded and tugged my hand, carrying onto the next grouping of people. Over and over again, person after person Curtis dragged me around the room and introduced me to everyone. There had to be at least two hundred people here and yet he knew them all. Sure there were a few famous faces that he could have cheated on but he actually held conversations with them that were on a personal level.
I wasn't watching the time but I am pretty sure that it took at least two hours to get through every single person. He even knew the names of all of the groupies which I found crazy. When he was done and had proved me so very wrong, he took me to a section of the house that was quiet. No one around, just the two of us. Somewhere deep in the house a clock struck twelve, booming it's deep chimes.
“What now Cinderella? Going to run home in your pumpkin carriage or are you going to stay with the dashing prince and fuck him into the wee hours of the morning?”
“You proving that you know everyone doesn't change the fact that you abandoned me for other women.”
“I wasn't going to Frankie, I swear it.”
“Then why walk out with them like that? Don't you see how much that hurts? I barely know you yet it's killing me and that's not fair.”
He turned his head away, anguish filling him.
“Come on, you dragged me into this world at least do the right thing by me.”
Gently I pulled him back to me, hoping that the moment might break whatever it is that has him so wound up. His body was tense, rigid lines of muscles bulged through the shirt.
“Jealousy.” he shrugged as he whispered the word. “Make you want me.”
“Well that's just crazy Curtis, I do want you and making me jealous didn't help, did it?”
He shook his head, letting out a long, pained sigh.
“What happened Curtis, what did I do?”
“Got angry and tried to walk.”
“Going to do it again?”
“Nope.” he firmly shook his head.
“Good. Now why don't you show me where my bag is?”
Chapter Five
A sly wolfish grin crossed his face, Curtis then picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. From my upside down view of his house, I saw us pass through a corridor and up a set of stairs. He set me to my feet, the world span a little which considering I'd had a few drinks it was lucky I wasn't vomiting because of it. The room was dark, lit up from the glowing city lights. I walked to the stunning view, the windows spanned the entire wall.
“Lights on or off?” He asked as the door clicked shut.
I turned to look at him, the shadows gave him a dark edge as he leaned on the door. He played the calm and casual man, the minimal light showed off a seemingly disinterested face but I knew it was far from it. I could see the storm in his pants. My heart hammered and it felt like all of the air was sucked out of my lungs. God damn, the view was intense.
“Off.” I whispered.
A ghost of a smile played across his lips as he lifted off the door. Crossing the room he pulled the shirt from his body, dragging it over his head in a way that it made every single muscle move. He stopped by a shelving unit, turning on music. I would have thought that with the thumping beat from downstairs it would be pointless but it wasn't. There were speakers somewhere in the poorly lit room, flooding around us with the soft croon of Frank Sinatra.
I couldn't help but grin, I would never have thought he would be a Sinatra fan. He didn't seem the type. He looked at me with a grin and a one sided shrug.
“Can't get past the good ol' days. My mother loves him. Sometimes I think that he's the reason we live here.”
His fingers casually ran over the back of the lounge as he walked a slow, so painfully slow as he walked to me. The room wasn't as big as the lounge room downstairs. No, only two of my apartments could fit into this room. Between him and the lounge was a half wall, on the other side was an enormous bed that faced out to another wall of glass. Behind him was just one archway, the rest was a plain wall. No pictures, no paintings or gold records. I could see soft light coming through the archway, I guess it might be the bathroom.
Curtis flicked his shoes away to bare feet, padding across the wood floor. His eyes were bright with anticipation as he ventured past the lounge and crossed the vast gap between it and me.
“How come you're here?”
“Bright lights.” I whispered, turning side on to the view. “Bright dreams. Reality sucks.”
His hand slipped across the denim on my hip as his lips pressed to the edge of my bare shoulder. Soft and perfect, one delicate kiss that pulled me out of my morose thoughts. I looked down to the party goers below.
“How can you stand to have so many people here?”
“Mostly I go with the flow and not let it get to me.” he took my hand and pulled me away from the window. “Enough of them, come and tell me about these bright dreams of yours.”
“There isn't much to tell.” I said, though I really meant to say, wouldn't you rather go to the bed not the lounge?
Sadly, he didn't misinterpret me.
We sat on the lounge, instantly Curtis lifted my feet and pulled my shoes and socks away.
“Dreams Frankie, what are they?”
“Well I came here to dance.”
A grin curled into his lips and I smacked his arm.
“Not a pole dancer, sheesh. Maybe something like burlesque or for one of the shows.” I shrugged. “It doesn't matter anyway. There's always someone better or more prepared to uh.. you know.”
“Get down on their knees for?”
I nodded with a little chuckle. Once the shoes and socks were on the floor, he pulled my legs to move me closer. His hand trailed over the outside of my thigh as he leaned back onto the lounge giving me a dreamy look. Shit a frickin' brick, I think I just exploded internally. I am pretty sure that every single piece of my female anatomy has just disintegrated into a million pieces.
“So where are you really from?”
“Denver.”
“But you're not going to go back, right?”
“Nah, it never felt like home, you know?”
Curtis nodded, his free hand now toying with the hem of my shirt. The other was around my back, the palm flat against the skin.
“You know what I think?”
“What?”
He grinned cheekily as he pulled me onto his lap to face him.
“I think you are wearing too much. Remove your top.”
As I reached for the hem of my shirt, he stopped me.
“Gotta be sexy, you know. No fumbling or awkwardness.”
Oh yeah sure. As if that was possible. I lifted my shirt off with wh
at I hoped was super sexy for him. At least I didn't get an earring or my hair caught. It was one quick and fluid movement. When I looked down at Curtis I could see a wide grin, his eyes bright with delight.
“Always wondered if you were a lace girl.”
I looked down at the two giant mounds of flesh, the bra could barely contain them and I didn't have the funds to get something new.
“How long would you have stalked me for before you actually said something?”
“I talked to you a lot.” he grumbled with a deep frown.
“Placing your order is not talking.”
He shrugged and looked away, more interested in running his fingers over the fabric of the lounge.
“I'll tell you what, we'll do a do-over, right now.”
Now I had his attention, he turned back with a confused grin.
“First night, second night. Whatever, so long as it's within one week the beginning of your sick fascination with me.”
Curtis dramatically rolled his eyes at me.
“I'll start.” I said, ignoring him. “Hi, welcome to Vinnie's restaurant. I'm your waitress Frankie, what can I get for you tonight?”
“You, naked on my bed.” he grinned darkly as his fingers crept up my jeans.
“Be serious please. If you do, I'll remove the bra.”
His eyes widened as I toyed with one of the straps. My fingers ran down the skin, tracing a path over the curve and then flattening my hand over the lace cup.
“Special of the day is fine.” he whispered, completely enthralled.
“But you haven't heard what it is.”
My hand moved over his jaw feeling the prickles as they bit into the soft skin of my palm. God how I wanted him to rub it over my inner thigh.
“What's the special?”
I grinned as my hands ran down his body, feeling those hardened muscles. When I reached the band of his jeans I quickly undid them, pulling them away as I stood from the lounge.
“The special tonight is your waitress on her knees for you.”
“Oh good. I think I'll like that.”
As I knelt before him I gently ran my fingers over him, teasing him. He groaned in appreciation, lifting his arms to hold onto the back of the lounge. Slowly I wrapped my fingers around him, thick and hard and more than ready for me. Sliding my hand up him as I pressed firmly, I took a tentative and teasing lick.