Rock Hard Bliss - the Finale

by D. H. Cameron

  “I am so going to attack you when we get home,” I said. James laughed.

  “I like it when you get fired up,” he replied.

  “I enjoy it when you get fired up too, James,” I told him. He growled at me and I felt my pussy warm and swell in anticipation. It wasn’t to be, however. Things just went from bad to worse. We arrived back at the house in Malibu to find a Malibu Police cruiser waiting for us. Apparently, Sylvia had already gone to the police. We stopped at the gate and the officer told us he would be following us inside. He wasn’t rude, but he wasn’t asking either. James nodded, opened the gate and we drove inside with the cruiser right behind us.

  ~4~

  “Sorry to ruin your day, Mr. Turner,” Detective Foley said after introducing himself. He had ridden with the uniformed officer. “I assume you know why we’re here,” the detective said.

  “I do,” James replied solemnly. I held his hand for support.

  “There’s been a complaint filed and were obliged to arrest you and take you in. Look, I don’t like it. I don’t believe the bitch. She showed up at the station with the press and her famous lawyer, Gloria Allison. However, the law says I’ve got to book you in these cases. It’s up the DA to decide if he’s going prosecute you or not,” the detective told James.

  “Thanks. I know how it works,” James replied. The young officer brought cuffs but Detective Foley waved him off.

  “You’re not going to resist, are you?” Detective Foley asked. James shook his head and the officer almost looked relieved. James towered over both of them and as always, was larger than life.

  “Simone, call Ernest and have him arrange bail. I’ll be back in a few hours,” James told me. I fought the urge to cry. This wasn’t happening, was it? I was so angry with Vicky and Sylvia. However, I hid the fear and anger and smiled up at James and nodded. I had to be strong for him.

  “I’ll take care of it. You’ll keep this quiet, Detective Foley?” I asked.

  “Of course. We’ll keep this on the down low as best we can,” the detective told us and then officially put James under arrest and read him his rights. Then he helped James into the back of the cruiser and let me kiss him goodbye.

  “I love you, James. It will all be OK,” I said. He smiled.

  “I love you too, little girl. I’m not scared. I’m motivated,” he told me. The officer shut the door, climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine. The detective looked at me as they drove away and he almost appeared sorry for having to do it. I watched them go and stood in the driveway for a moment after they had left. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. However, that wasn’t going to fix this. Instead, I went inside and called Ernest. He assured me he’d have James home safe and sound within a few hours.

  True to his word, Ernest brought James home later that afternoon. I was a wreck, wringing my hands and feeling sick the entire time James was gone. When James came home, however, he was laughing and joking with his lawyer. I was confused to say the least. He’d just been booked into jail on assault charges and bailed out by his lawyer. Why was he so happy?

  “Little girl,” he called to me as he and Ernest found me.

  “Are you OK?” I asked as I ran to James and hugged him.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. My wrist is a little sore from signing autographs and I’m starving but otherwise, I’m fine,” he said.

  “Autographs?” I asked.

  “Those guys love me down at the station. No one believes Sylvia. Most of them saw the circus she brought with her when she filed the complaint,” James told me. I didn’t expect that. I imagined a cold, dank cell, bread and water and worse. I guess I should have known better. It was the Malibu Police station. I’m sure it was more plush than most.

  “Well, I’m glad you’re home anyway. So what now?” I asked.

  “Dinner! I’m famished,” James said. That’s not what I meant.

  “I mean, with the charges,” I corrected.

  “Don’t worry, Simone,” Ernest explained, “this will drag on for months. I’ve dealt with Gloria Allison before. She’s an ambulance chaser, so to speak. She’s great at getting clients in front of cameras but she’s a horrible lawyer. James will have to appear in court at some point and then I’ll make sure this drags on until they get sick of it or until I can present evidence to get this thrown out. James is going to handle that, aren’t you?”

  “As soon as I eat. Thanks, Ernie. I’ll be in contact. Come on, little girl, let’s go get some steaks,” James replied.

  “Shouldn’t this be a big deal? Why are we so happy?” I wondered, confused still.

  “I have a better lawyer and we’ve got the truth on our side. Relax, this is the last time Vicky gets the best of us,” James said and bent to kiss me before slipping his hand onto the small of my back and leading me towards the front door with Ernest in tow. Ernest told us he’d be in contact and we followed him out of the gate in my Jeep. Once we were at James’ restaurant seated in the private dining room, I just couldn’t stand it anymore.

  “James, this isn’t a joke. You could go to prison,” I said after Monica had taken our orders.

  “Little girl, it’s a game. I didn’t do anything wrong and we’ll prove it. Hell, it’ll probably never go to trial. Ernest is the best,” James told me. I still wasn’t satisfied.

  “But what if that doesn’t happen? What if your fans turn on you?” I asked.

  “I’ll take your lead on that. I told Ernest to write up a statement and call a press conference. I’m going to deny the charges like you did. That’s turned out pretty good for you, hasn’t it?” James reminded me. He was right. After my press conference a couple of weeks back, the fans, especially the LGBT fans, responded well. It didn’t seem as if they cared if I was bisexual, lesbian or whatever, but my vocal support won over a lot of people. Some fans seemed offended someone would try to use my sexuality to smear me. I’d spoken to several lesbians at Battery’s shows that were offended by the idea that being a lesbian or bisexual was somehow salacious or deviant.

  I didn’t blame them. My admission and the stand I’d taken had endeared me to Battery’s LGBT fans, though some of the women were disappointed I wasn’t playing for the other team, so to speak. Maybe James had a point. Maybe this would all go away. We did have the truth on our side and Ernest was a good lawyer. He’d make sure we had the time to clear James and hopefully implicate Sylvia and Victoria. I had a feeling this wasn’t going to go away quietly though. I wasn’t sure what drove Victoria other than vanity and pride to do this, but I was pretty sure she wouldn’t stop willingly. She would continue until James and I were ruined or we managed to stop her.

  “I’m just sick and tired of all this. Tabloids and ex-wives are one thing, but this could ruin you. Maybe that’s not likely but it’s a possibility. It scares me,” I replied.

  “Well, I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t concerned. I am. However, I’m mad too and I’m going to fight. I called the private investigator on the way home for the police station. He’s going to meet us tomorrow,” James said.

  “How do you know this guy? Is he a friend or something?” I wondered.

  “He works cases like this. He’s good and has a reputation for doing what needs to be done. I met him when he was working for Barbara. He asked me some questions. He’s a fan and he offered his services if I ever needed them,” James told me. Barbara was James’ neighbor but I’d never met her. Just then our food came. James ordered a rib eye and I got a petite filet minon. As usual, we ordered a big bowl of mac and cheese, the best thing on the menu at James’ steak house. I was so worked up I didn’t realize how hungry I was.

  We enjoyed the meal trying to forget about all the drama. The food helped me forget, at least temporarily. After we were finished, Monica came in and James asked her to take a seat. He treated the employees at his steakhouse like family and they all seemed to love him. James wanted to explain the situation, though it was common knowledge after the tabloid reports were picked
up by the local and even national news.

  “James, no one believes it. Were all behind you,” Monica told him.

  “Thanks, that helps a lot. I knew I could count on you, Monica,” James said, stood and called her over. He gave Monica a big bear hug and then I hugged Monica too.

  “Thank you, Monica,” I told her. She was a sweetheart, the heart and soul of James’ restaurant I’d come to learn. She ran the whole operation and ran it well.

  “Once you prove your innocent, we’ll throw a party here for the whole band,” Monica offered.

  “No, no. We’ll close this place for a night and you’re all invited to Malibu for a pool party,” James countered. Monica blushed but seemed excited. She must have heard of James’ rule that you had to be nude in the pool. James caught her embarrassment and said, “I’ll rescind the nudity rule.”

  “Don’t you dare, James Turner,” Monica said. James laughed and hugged Monica again. As they parted, Monica added, “It’s not every day a girl gets to party naked with rock stars.”

  “Deal!” James assured Monica. Monica needed to get back to work and James and I were ready to return home. I felt better despite the black cloud hanging over us. In fact, I was feeling the way I was before we found the police cruiser waiting for us that morning. I wanted to be alone with James. Sex with him would be nice but more than anything, I just wanted to be alone with him. We wound up in his hot tub, naked of course, sipping sparkling water with lemon while James puffed on a cigar.

  “You ever wonder what life would be like without all this shit going on?” James asked suddenly.

  “What do you mean?” I replied.

  “It seems like we’ve been dealing with stuff almost constantly since we met,” he explained.

  “Oh, so it’s my fault,” I accused playfully.

  “I’ve always known you were trouble, little girl,” James teased. He had a point. What would life be like without all of the drama? Boring? Unlikely considering I was living with a rock star.

  “You want to take a shower?” I asked suddenly and completely seriously.

  “What? Why?” James asked.

  “I thought maybe I could drop the soap,” I told him suggestively. James knitted his brow in confusion for a moment but then he began to laugh as he got my little prison sex joke.

  “You’re a sicko. I like that,” James said and climbed from the tub. He offered me his hand and added, “I just wish I had an orange jumpsuit you could wear.” I giggled and followed James inside. We ended up in his big, marble shower. We soaped one another up and then I took the hand held showerhead and rinsed James off as I dropped to my knees. I used water to stimulate his already hard cock before I took James into my mouth and began sucking him. James leaned back and let me do my work, pleasuring him as I slipped the showerhead between my thighs.

  That didn’t last long, however. After a while, I abandoned James’ hard shaft and got to my feet. I took the bar of soap from the shelf in the corner of the shower, held it up and then dropped it. “Oops! Looks like I dropped my soap. I’d better pick it up,” I said as I turned around and bent over wiggling my ass. I heard James growl as his hands took my slender hips in his big, strong hands and he sank his cock into my all too willing pussy. “I’m telling the guards!” I teased as I looked over my shoulder at James.

  “You do that,” James said and roughly began to fuck me. I braced myself against the walls of the shower as James hammered away. I felt the tension build, all the stress and worry begging to be let out. Suddenly I came, the pleasure deep and satisfying. I screamed out as I felt the same feeling in James’ thrusts. He let go of his anger and frustration as he fucked me and I was happy to let him. It felt amazing. James took my hair in one hand and tugged at it as he slammed his thick shaft into me. I felt another climax well up and wash over me. I also felt James swell within me.

  “Just fucking do it,” I urged him. James fucked me even harder as my third climax sent its warm sensations though me. I wailed as James growled and filled me with his powerful orgasm. I began to laugh and James joined me as he finished inside of me, our stress and anxiety temporarily relieved. As our orgasms faded, James withdrew from me, and pulled me up and into his arms.

  “I couldn’t do this without you, Simone,” he whispered into my ear. I turned my head and kissed him. James rarely called me Simone, preferring to call me his little girl. It made his words take on a deeper meaning.

  “I couldn’t either,” I told him as we moved under the showerhead mounted to the wall. We let the warm water wash over us as if it could wash away our troubles. It couldn’t but for the moment, the water soothed the wounds. “I love you, James. We’ll beat this and we’ll see what life without drama is like,” I told him.

  “I love you too, little girl,” James replied and held me even tighter.

  ~5~

  “Nice to meet you Mr. Malone,” I said after James introduced me to his private investigator. He was neither young nor old but he had an edge to him. He wore a dark suit and thin tie and only pulled his sunglasses off after entering the house. He took my hand and shook it before we retired to James’ office to talk.

  “Call me Phil,” he said as we settled in and then asked, “So, I’m aware of the situation but what are the details?” James and I told him the entire tale from the beginning. From the day we met in the boardroom at Roland Talent to James firing Victoria. From Sylvia’s tricks to the meddling with my talent agent license. From the specifics of each of our tabloid appearances to our suspicions that Vicky was behind it all. “So who is The Fraulein?” Phil asked after we were finished.

  “That’s James’ not so affectionate term for Victoria,” I told him.

  “That makes sense now. Well, I’ve got some good news. Victoria likely has other’s involved. She’s probably either paid them off or has something on them to compel them to go along with her plans. In any case, they likely aren’t very loyal to her. I agree the licensing board was probably an inside job. Sylvia, probably through Victoria, had a photographer ready to catch the action by the pool. I’m afraid that when James grabbed her, that was a bonus. They likely were planning on exposing a supposed affair, not accusing James of assault. Sylvia’s injuries are likely phony too. We are in Hollywood, after all,” Phil explained. He seemed to have a good grasp of the situation.

  “So what now?” James asked.

  “I’ll start looking for the people Victoria has working for her and either offer them more than she’s paying or impress upon them the legal ramifications of lying and fraud. That will cause most of them to crack and expose Victoria. She doesn’t come off as clever. This smells of desperation. I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s more to this than meets the eye,” Phil told us. We discussed expenses and payment. James told Phil to do what he needed to do. Money was no object.

  Phil promised to update us on his progress within a day or so. He was a no nonsense guy and I wouldn’t be surprised if he had managed to expose the truth within a week. I felt better having a guy like him on our side. James had another leg of his tour upcoming, four shows in the southeast, but we decided it would be best if I stayed behind. The press was well aware of the situation now and Phil might need more information. I wanted to go, but James was the talent. He needed to be there, I didn’t. I used the opportunity to hang out with Josie, who couldn’t make this leg of the tour either.

  “I’m sorry about James and all that shit. Damn, girl. What’s wrong with that bitch?” Josie offered referring to Vicky.

  “She’s nuts! That’s all I’ve got. It will all turn out all right,” I replied as we walked through the mall. Josie smiled over at me reassuringly.

  “Yeah, I’m praying for you guys. So, you’re probably not in the mood to hear this. I wanted to call and tell you but with all that bullshit going on I didn’t want to seem like I was rubbing salt in the wound,” Josie said. I wasn’t sure what she was talking about.

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “I’ve
got some good news. I just didn’t want to tell you while you were dealing with all this,” Josie explained. I could use some good news. I was feeling better about the whole situation with The Fraulein but good news couldn’t hurt.

  “Tell me. It’s fine,” I told Josie. She stopped me as we walked and moved to face me.

  “Tommy and I got married in Vegas a couple of days ago during the tour break,” she said and waited expectantly.

  “Ha ha, you’ve used that one before. So what’s the real good news?” I asked her. She pulled this joke on me the day after she met Tommy. Fool me once, shame on me, fool me twice…then Josie flashed the rock on her finger I had failed to notice up until them. I wasn’t looking for it and honestly, my mind was preoccupied. “You’re serious?” I asked still not entirely believing Josie was telling the truth.

  “I’m not joking this time. We got married in a chapel. It was spur of the moment, but I’ve never felt like this before. I’m in love, girl,” Josie told me. I felt faint. Oh my God, I knew they were getting closer and there was a spark between them. Josie had mentioned it more than once over the weeks since they met. But marriage? Wow!

  “I’m speechless, Josie,” I said being honest. I was caught off guard and wasn’t sure how I felt. Part of me was shocked that even Josie would do something so rash. Another part was thrilled and little jealous. I would love to run away with James like she did with Tommy. However, that wasn’t our path. I decided just to be happy for my friend. If she was happy, so was I.

  “I thought you might be more excited,” Josie said looking dejected.

  “Hey, I am. You totally surprised me. I’m trying to wrap my head around this. I’m happy for you. I mean it,” I said.

  “Yeah?” Josie asked.

  “Yeah,” I said with a big smile and hugged her. “A little disappointed too. I wish I could have been there,” I added.