Lick and a Promise-Diary of a Rock Star Groupie (Rock Star Series Book 1)

by Veronica Moreau

  He shuffled his feet. “Why not, you got something against a brother?”

  Great! Now let’s throw in the race card!

  “No,” I said, “I got something against a man who is coming on to me when I am clearly not interested.”

  “Oh, I see. You’re a star fucker and a minimum wage security guard isn’t good enough for you is he your highness.”

  I laughed, “Is that all this band is paying you? Gee you think they could afford to pay you more than minimum wage.”

  He was high and I could tell he was a little nuts and I wasn’t going to play with him, now or ever.

  I turned to walk away and he grabbed me by the arm. He was strong and either lived in the gym or ate steroids like candy, maybe both.

  I shot back and momentarily felt scared. I actually thought he was going to rape me right then and there.

  “Bruno!” came the voice of my rock star. “Is there a problem?”

  The strong arm quickly let go of me. “No sir, no problem at all.”

  My rock star looked at me and saw I was frightened. He reached out his hand and I walked into his arms.

  He then led me to another bedroom and closed the door.

  Star Fucker

  The room was dark and he had lit a few candles while I was obviously getting ready to be raped by security.

  He meant business and I knew he wanted to fuck but I wanted to take it slow and have it mean something. I know that sounded dumb but this would be my first real rock star and I wanted to make an impression, leave an impression on him and every one of them that I had the pleasure of being in bed with.

  The queen size bed and big comfy pillows reminded me of something that maybe Cleopatra might have slept on if they had had mattresses and Italian linens in ancient Egypt.

  He was wearing a white silk shirt unbuttoned to the waist, black leather pants and very expensive looking boots. His hair was shoulder length and black and there were patches of blonde on each side. He had a diamond earring in one ear, several necklaces around his neck and wore many rings and bracelets.

  He had an intoxicating scent of sweet sweat and cologne but I couldn’t make out the exact name of what or who he was wearing. I only knew that by morning, he was going to smell like poppies.

  His heavy Bostonian accent only added to his charm and although he didn’t say much, his body language spoke volumes.

  His crooked smile and large Italian nose made his face look like a creation from an old world sculptor from days of long ago.

  He was a god and right then, I was in Heaven.

  Although not as out front or charismatic as the lead singer who was clearly the showman and the show off of the band, he had a gentlemen like charm about him that said, hey, I may be a rock star but I am a really good guy.

  Even though I had loved him from afar since I was a kid and fantasized about him as he hung on my bedroom wall, I truly liked him as a person and wanted to be with him.

  I had to forget that this was nothing more than a fantasy. This wasn’t real in any sense of the word. I was a teenage groupie in a hotel room, getting ready to cheat on my “boyfriend” with a “married” rock star.

  There were probably 30 other people in the suite beside us and all were passed out and drunk except for the body guard who by now, was probably thinking of me as he jerked off in the bathroom.

  However, for tonight, I would forget that this wasn’t real and go with it, enjoy it and then move on to the next one. There would always be a next one and I was more than willing to accommodate them.

  There was a small bathroom off to the left of the room. He walked in, turned on the light and I immediately heard water running in the tub.

  The sink water ran as well and by the sounds he was making, I could tell that he was brushing his teeth.

  Looking back into the room, he said, “There’s an extra tooth brush for you too, if you want it.” I took the cue since I hadn’t brushed since that morning and I made my way into the bathroom as he stepped out.

  The soft water was cascading down into the large marble tub and a bottle of hotel bubble bath sat opened in the corner.

  Two robes and four large towels had been laid out across the toilet and candles were lit all around the bathtub and provided the only light in the room. I could only imagine what he had in store.

  It felt great to brush my teeth and I also took the opportunity to take a PTA (puss, tits, ass) bath while I was in there.

  Since partying at the apartment, in between fucking and doing drugs, hygiene was never really high on our list of priorities. I kept it clean “down there” but sometimes like the others in the house, I would get sloppy about the rest. Since I wasn’t sure how big he was on seafood, I better clean it out while I was in front of the sink.

  I walked back in and he had the TV on and was lying on the bed. MTV videos danced across the screen and a metal band was playing.

  “Such sell-outs,” he said abruptly. “Do our videos look that cheesy?”

  “No, I like your videos. I’d like to be in one.” Oops, my coolness was slipping, get a grip Poppy. Don’t lose it now.

  He smiled, “You would? Well, maybe I can arrange that one day.”

  I knew he was lying, well not really lying, but telling me anything just to get in my pants. Didn’t he know by now, that I was a sure thing?

  I just wasn’t going to lie down like the rest of those sluts out there. I wanted to be remembered. I wanted him to remember my name in the morning. Please God, let him remember me.

  “Come here,” he said slowly as he led me down onto the bed. I could still hear the water running in the tub and had hoped the thing was big enough to hold all that liquid.

  He slowly placed me on his lap. We were now face to face. Oh man, did he smell good. I could have licked his face off right then and there. I was like a kid in a candy factory, a drunk in a liquor store…a groupie on a rock star’s lap. I could die now and be happy.

  I sat on his lap and faced him. His lips were mere inches from mine. I swallowed hard. “Nervous?” he asked with a surprised tone.

  I shook my head and slowly bent down to kiss him.

  His soft full lips gently brushed mine and then they embraced me. He kissed me tenderly for a few moments then I felt his tongue find its way to mine. Like a magnet drawn to me, he held me tighter in his grasp and I was caught off guard by his passion. He kissed me as though he was in love with me. Silly girl, that wasn’t true at all but it felt like it anyway.

  His lean and muscular body held me tight as we kissed and I could feel his cock grew hard underneath my crotch.

  He gently broke away, lifted me to my feet, and led me into the bathroom. He bent down and turned off the water which was inches from the top and ready to spill over. Just like him.

  He slowly began to undress. His shirt was already unbuttoned which revealed an almost hairless chest. I knew he was Italian but at the moment he looked like an American Indian. I had read somewhere that they had very little body hair.

  He took off his shirt, unbuttoned his top button on this leather pants then zipped them down all the way. By doing so, he revealed that he too liked to go commando down there and in my silly mind, that was one more thing we had in common.

  He stood naked before me. I thought I would climax right then and there before anything else had happened.

  His cock was fully erect and quite beautiful. It too was tan like the rest of him and he had shaved and left just a small amount of pubic hair. I liked that. I too, was bare down there and it sickened me that Tim/Flash insisted on growing a forest in his jeans and I needed a weed eater to even find his dick!

  I took off my jeans first and he smiled when he saw the baby bare skin and he reached over to touch it. I almost fainted.

  He then slowly took off my midriff top which exposed a flowery push up bra. He moaned and cupped my breasts with both hands and nestled his face between them. They were small but they were mighty and with a secret that only Victoria
knew, tonight they were porn star boobs.

  He reached around the back and unhooked the bra which disappointed me slightly since I wanted him to think that they were bigger but I could not take a bath in my clothes.

  He led me down into the warm, soapy water. It felt amazing and the water was scented with the lavender bubble bath. He leaned back in the luxurious tub and I did the same.

  We were now across from each other as the candles flickered and danced in the dim light. He stared at me for the longest time then he slowly took his foot and under the water, made his way in between my legs.

  His big toe was nearing my mound and he grinned as it found its way inside me. I quivered and he smiled even bigger.

  His toe danced inside me and he squirmed on his side of the tub. I then found his cock under the water and gently massaged it with my foot. He closed his eyes and laid his head back on the satiny bath pillow.

  After a few moments, he gently pulled out, reached out to me, and pulled me on top of him. His cock was resting up against my tight ass and as he kissed me, his hands found their way to my already wet (and clean) spot between my legs.

  He gently put a finger up inside me and began to moan. He then lifted me up and guided his cock inside me. As I slide down his hard shaft, the mixture of suds, body juice and sweat turned me on like nothing I had ever felt.

  I gently rode him as he moaned and his kisses turned even more passionate. He then lifted me off him and guided me out of the tub. We dried off (partially) and made our way to the bed.

  He lay down and pulled me near him. I instinctively knew what he wanted and what to do so I began.

  As he lay flat on his back, I arched my body over his so my breasts were almost in his mouth. I then tilted my head down and let my long flowing blonde hair cascade gently down his body. The ends were wet and he shivered and moaned as they touched his velvet body.

  I let my hair slide all the way down to his cock and each time I came back up, I teased his cock with my tongue.

  Up his body, then back down again, up…then down, each time, his cock got a little wetter as I licked him.

  After a few moments of being body massaged by my hair, I began to lick his inner thighs with my wet tongue. He squirmed in ecstasy.

  I slowly took his balls in my left hand and gently sucked on them. With my right hand, I grasped his cock and began to lick up one side then down the other. Up, then down again and as I came up each time, I gently put the head of his cock in my mouth. After his cock was good and moist, I blew hot breath up and down the shaft till he could take no more.

  He then grabbed me, rolled me over, rammed his hard cock inside me, and slowly began to fuck.

  He was slow and meticulous then he would rev up then slow down. My neck was awash with his passionate kisses and my body ached for more. I felt like I would seep through his pores if he was any closer.

  He then took my left leg and pushed it down so his cock was tight between my legs. The sensation was incredible and felt different than an ordinary fuck.

  He moaned even louder as his cock danced inside my tight canal. I could feel he was ready to climax and as he got ready, I came, then he exploded and fell onto me and his body quivered.

  My body shook in an orgasmic rhythm that took me by surprise. I could feel the area between my legs quiver, almost thanking me for allowing it to have such pleasure.

  Although clean a few moments ago, our bodies were now stuck together by sticky sex and sweat. His breathing was heavy, I could feel his heartbeat next to my right breast, and I never, ever wanted him to move and break the spell.

  It was now almost dawn and after our separate showers, we laid back down to get a few hours of sleep. The band was headed out in the morning but not headed out of town until the weekend.

  He told me they had a warehouse on Pond Street that they kept all their equipment in and the trucks would be there tomorrow unloading and reloading.

  They were headed out on Saturday to Fort Worth to begin a 20 city tour and would be gone for several months.

  I fell fast asleep and was awakened by noises in the room. There was a little squatty Mexican woman cleaning up the towels in the bathroom.

  Obviously someone had not put out the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the bedroom door.

  She saw that I was awake and kept right on humming and cleaning the bathroom.

  I asked her what time it was but she did not answer. I did not speak Spanish so I figured fuck it. It was light outside which meant it was daylight and that was all I really needed to know.

  I was alone in the bed and I could hear other people milling around in the other room. I got dressed and made my way out there.

  There were a couple of girls on the couch and one was eating a bagel off a room service tray. “They ordered us breakfast before they left,” she giggled in her stripper laugh. I looked around the room.

  Things looked a lot different in the light of day. The room was trashed but not in a rock star sort of way with broken TVs and tables. Just a lot of whiskey bottles, beer cans and filthy ashtrays littering the once luxurious suite.

  I thought Senorita in the bathroom better call out the entire Mexican Army if she was going to clean up this mess.

  I sighed and she walked back into the room. She grunted something that I didn’t understand and handed me an envelope. It read, “POPPY”

  It wasn’t sealed and I wondered if the maid had read it before handing it to me. Probably not but she could just be pretending not to speak English so she could read my note. Who cares! Open the damn thing.

  “Poppy, last night was incredible. I want to see you again…”

  He had given me his home address in Newton and $500 in cash. Did he think I was a prostitute? I sure to hell hope not but as I read farther down in the letter, he explained that the money was for me to get there and he instructed me as the best time to meet him.

  He told me last night when the band was heading out and they had a lot to do to get ready to tour but he wanted to see me before they left for Texas.

  I was to meet him at the band’s warehouse on Pond Street and once there, the roadie would know what to do to find him.

  One problem…I still had to go back to the apartment and get my stuff. It wasn’t much but my never know bag contained my life essentials plus an extra set of clean clothes.

  With my new stash, I could certainly buy more stuff but I wanted my stuff plus I felt like I should explain to Tim/Flash that I was splitting which I’m sure he was already aware.

  I got a cab from the hotel and made my way back into Cambridge. The van was in the driveway so I knew that he was home.

  I opened the front door. The TV was on, Freddy was passed out on the couch, and Bing was asleep in the Lazy Boy.

  I quietly walked into the bedroom and found Tim/Flash and Cindy naked in the bed. I had had enough.

  I went into the bathroom, peed and packed up my shit in my arms. I looked up to see Tim/Flash standing in the doorway.

  “I told you not to come back here when he threw your ass in the street.”

  I smirked, “He didn’t throw me anywhere. I’m outta here and just came back to get my stuff. Where’s my bag?”

  He looked kinda disappointed like maybe he was going to call my bluff. He then gently blocked me from leaving and said, “Come on Poppy, let’s don’t do this, please stay.”

  I looked at my best friend lying naked in my bed. “Stay for what? This shit? Who needs it, you, her and that fat ass drummer out there can all go fuck yourself. I’m outta here!”

  He realized then I was done with it. I was looking through the rags and the trash on the floor for my bag when out of nowhere he threw it at me.

  “Go then, get out and stay out! Go fuck your rock stars, you fucking slut! I knew you were just using me!”

  I grabbed my bag, walked through the rubble and slammed the door on my way out. I was free from the wannabes. On to the big time.

  The Wife and the Brown Butter Cloud

>   Or so I thought. That night with my rock star was incredible, unreal and oh so magic but I would soon learn that not all that glitters is gold. However, I was going to hold on to the gold for as long as I could.

  I made my way to the warehouse as I was instructed to do and found a large, unassuming industrial like building. There were no signs or flashing lights that would indicate that it was full of rock star stuff but it was and I was right on time.

  I was told to ring the doorbell out back, the roadie would be there, and he had been instructed to let me in. Well, things didn’t go exactly as planned.

  I made my way around the back and there was a mob of girls waiting there. Word had gotten out that the band was back in town and the guys would be coming by from time to time to load up. Although they were rich and oh so famous, they were funny about some of their equipment and they often came by to sort through the stuff themselves.

  There was a large trash dumpster out back that someone had spray painted with the band’s name and a large semi-truck was loading up equipment.

  I made my way past the whores and found the doorbell by the large door. There was a small door next to a large garage type of door and I just casually pushed the doorbell.

  I waited a few minutes and a man came on the line and abruptly said, “Yeah, what do you want?”

  I told him my name and who I was there to see and he laughed and said, “Yeah baby, you and every other girl out there.”

  I insisted I was not one of “them” and I had been instructed to be there, by whom and by what time.

  He came back on and said, “What did you say your name was again?”

  I told him and he hesitated for a moment. I could see a small camera overhead and I was wondering if he was watching me as I stood out there and squirmed.

  I then heard a buzzer and the door became unlocked. I opened it and I walked into a large warehouse. Well, I guess they got the name of the building right, it was indeed a warehouse.

  I walked into the room and found myself surrounded by large crates marked with the band’s name and several rows of clothes racks loaded with rock star rags, being carted out of another door onto the large truck.