Rock Hard Bliss - the Finale

by D. H. Cameron

  James dug deep and found the strength and stamina to grant my wish. He slammed into me with an urgency I’d rarely felt. The stress and frustration of our mutual situation had found release. I wailed and climaxed repeatedly as James jackhammered into me with every ounce of strength he had to give. I lost count of my orgasms, but each was more powerful than the last. I fought for breath as James growled and groaned with the effort required. I had gotten what I needed, now it was his turn. “Come for me. Make a mess of me,” I managed to say just as another climax slammed into me with such force I couldn’t even scream.

  James continued as I rode out my last orgasm, a deeply satisfying climax that left me gasping and shaking. Then suddenly, he pulled from me and I found the strength to reach out and take his cock in my hand. I stroked him and James exploded. His orgasm covered my torso, dripping down between my thighs and yet it kept coming. James arched and finally roared as the last of his orgasm oozed from his throbbing cock. He looked down, my belly covered in his thick, white seed, and laughed. I joined him as I pulled him down on top of me, kissing him and holding him tight.

  ~7~

  We drove home the next morning, eating breakfast on the road. I felt better. We’d ventured out into the wider world beyond the gates of the house and survived. Maybe this was all just a precaution as Phil had told us. Better safe than sorry. I mean, was Victoria really so bent on revenge that she would attempt to harm us? I wondered at first but now I felt as if all this security might be just a bit much. I wasn’t going to send the guards packing, but I didn’t want to feel trapped either.

  We unpacked after arriving back home and went about our business until one of the guards knocked on the front door. I went to get it and as I expected he greeted me with a handful of mail. I thanked him and went to the office where James was playing a game on his tablet. I went through the stack until I came across a letter from Phil. I opened it and started to read the letter, stopping after the first few sentences. “James, come read this!” I exclaimed. James joined me on the sofa and we read it together.

  Dear James and Simone:

  I’ve left this with a confidant with instructions to mail it if I didn’t check in. If you’re reading this, something bad has happened to me or I’ve been forced to go underground. I’ve found the reason Victoria is so bent on destroying you. She sees you as a threat to herself. Roland Talent is all but bankrupt. Victoria has been siphoning funds from the company for several years and she fears that Simone and Peter pose a threat to the business.

  The talent she represents is all that is keeping her afloat. If you were to take any of that away, as you’ve indicated you might, the company wouldn’t last long. She counts on those clients to not only pay the bills, but to support her lifestyle. You should receive a package of documents that proves Victoria has been embezzling from Roland Talent, that she and Sylvia are lying about the assault charges and that she falsified the charges made against Simone to the Talent Agent licensing board.

  But it goes deeper. Victoria is lovers with someone high up at the record label. They are working together behind the scenes to negotiate contracts that are advantageous to both the record label and Victoria. They have been colluding to defraud artists and Victoria has been the beneficiary. Beware! If you are reading this I could be dead. Victoria will do anything to protect her position, I am sure. Take this information to the police and don’t let your guard down.

  Sincerely,

  Phillip Malone

  Private Investigator

  “James?” I was all I could say.

  “Holy shit! I knew she was doing deals that were in her interest but I had no idea it was this deep,” James said and went to his desk.

  “Why would she do anything to Phil?” I asked as reality set in.

  “He found out. Vicky’s been stealing from her clients. She’s been breaking the law. This isn’t so much about The Fraulein’s extravagant lifestyle, this is about her going to prison and for a long time,” James explained though Phil’s letter had said as much. James pulled a black handgun from his drawer, checked the magazine and pulled back the slide loading the weapon. James came over to me. “You know how to use one of these?” he asked.

  “Yes, but why?” I replied. I was from Idaho after all. Guns were a part of the way of life up there. My dad taught me to shoot when I was a kid.

  “You might need it. I’ve got another upstairs. Keep it on you at all times,” James said. Was this really happening? Was Phil really dead and Vicky a desperate criminal?

  “James, do you think Phil is OK?” I wondered.

  “I hope so. Maybe he’s in hiding,” James said and it sounded as if he was trying to convince himself as much as he was me. Vicky was trying to destroy us and we kept fighting. If Battery had simply hired another agency, this probably wouldn’t be happening. Instead, they hired me, I tried to get licensed and we opened up an office. We had made it known we were going to lure clients away. That had changed after Sylvia betrayed James and the tabloids had run the picture of that woman kissing me. The plan of taking Roland talent away went from being a vague idea in James’ head to reality and we had others involved.

  Just then, James’ phone rang. I must’ve jumped three feet in the air. “Were safe here, little girl. Relax,” James told me and answered the call. I smiled at him. We had four armed guards, a high wall and a big metal gate. James talked for a minute and then set this phone on the desk and put us on speaker. “Tell Simone what you just told me, Frank,” James said. Frank was his broker.

  “The well is dry. Victoria is on to you guys. She’s been buying stock but she doesn’t have enough to control the company. Unfortunately, neither do we,” Frank said.

  “Well, where’s the rest?” James asked.

  “I don’t know. I do know Victoria cashed out her employees to get…,” Frank said and I cut him off.

  “Peter! Peter has it,” I said. James looked at me and smiled.

  “Who’s Peter?” Frank asked.

  “He’s a former employee. He quit the company and works for us now,” James explained.

  “Well, get that stock. He could own almost two percent, enough to put Victoria or you in firm control of a majority share,” Frank told us.

  “We’re on it, thanks buddy!” James said and hung up.

  “James, if we figured it out, so has Victoria,” I said but he was already dialing.

  “Chuck, this is James. I need you to send some of your guys over to our offices in Ventura and to Pete McMillan’s house. I’ll text you the address,” James said and then added, “Bring Pete to my house ASAP. Thanks, man!” I hoped we were faster than Vicky was. Luckily, we were. Pete was dropped off a couple of hours later at the house bewildered and shaken. We showed him the letter from Phil and told him his family was being guarded.

  “Holy shit! I had no idea. So how am I involved?” Peter asked.

  “Do you still own the stock in Roland you received when you worked there?” I asked him.

  “Yeah, why?” Peter asked even more confused now.

  “We have a group of investors that are attempting to take over the company, that’s why,” James told him. Pete looked perplexed for a moment but then a light bulb went off.

  “And you need my stock, right?” he asked and James and I both nodded. “It’s yours!” Peter told us.

  “No, you keep it. You just have to vote with us to replace The Fraulein,” James told us.

  “So that’s why the men in black. Victoria knows I have it, doesn’t she?” Peter asked.

  “Yeah, probably. She bought out what the company had given the other employees but you’re not there and you worked there for a long time,” I told him.

  “I bought more than I was given by the company too. I did it back when Samuel was alive and the company was doing well. My family is safe?” he asked.

  “Yes, there’s a small army over there watching them but they won’t alarm your family if they can help it,” James answered. We filled Peter
in on the details and sent him home with a guard. He was eager to join us and take over Roland. He had worked a good long time for Samuel Roland and hated to see what Vicky was doing to the agency. With Peter’s stock we had just a hair over fifty-one percent of the stock in the company now. We had control now, we just had to exercise it. Something told me, however, that taking the company wouldn’t put an end to all of this.

  ~~~

  James and I marched into the Roland Talent board meeting the next day. Vinnie and Christie were with us. Blade and Rence couldn’t make it but we didn’t need them. Ernest, James’ lawyer, had set up proxies that enabled James to vote on the other members’ behalf. Peter’s was hastily added overnight. That gave us control. Victoria, besides a few outstanding stocks here and there, held the remainder. The board members held none. They had been appointed in the past and were about to be fired along with Victoria.

  “So, you think you’ve won, I suppose?” Vicky greeted us as we entered the boardroom at Roland. The same room I met James in for the first time.

  “I speak for 51.2% of the stockholders, Vicky. You still own a significant portion of the company but we have the controlling interest,” James told her. Vicky looked as if she could spit fire. However, James wasn’t done. “I’m relieving the board of their duties effective immediately. Get out,” James told the other people in the room. They weren’t sure what to think but they eventually accepted the reality of the situation and left. James and I were alone in the room with Vicky, Vinnie and Christie.

  “I suppose I’m fired also?” she said as much as asked.

  “You bet your saggy ass, grandma,” James told her. Vicky’s eyes flared but she remained in control of herself. “There’s more though. We know what you’ve been doing and we have evidence. Here’s the deal. You get my lovely ex-wife to drop the charges and make a full public apology. She’ll likely face charges for making false accusations but that’s her problem. You sell my group your shares in Roland and call off your dogs,” James told her.

  “Or what, you’ll go to the police with that made up evidence?” Vicky asked. I looked at James and I saw concern in his face. Just then the door to the boardroom opened. Phil and another woman walked in and stood with Vicky.

  “You chose poorly when you hired your private investigator, Mr. Turner,” Phil announced. This wasn’t good.

  “Looks like I’ve got you by the balls, James. I think you know, Emma,” Vicky said. I was confused. Who was Emma and if the evidence was phony, why was Vicky doing this? James looked devastated.

  “Are you even lovers?” James asked.

  “Oh that part is true. Emma and I make a good team. I find female companionship so much more stimulating. In any case, Emma has an ironclad contract with Battery. You owe her a record and she has to approve of the content. If she disapproves, your album never gets made and you never satisfy the contract. We own you and your horrid band, James,” Vicky said. James was white and I finally understood. Emma was the CEO of Battery’s record label and apparently in bed with Vicky, literately and figuratively.

  Vinnie stood quietly shaking his head. Christie looked as if she was about to cry. We had in fact taken control of the company and Vicky had likely known about the take over all along. Now her lover, Emma, had Battery’s fate in her hands. Still, I didn’t understand why she had done all of this.

  “I’ve always hated you and your terrible band. You’re a smug, conceited hack, James Turner. All of you,” Victoria said pointing at Vinnie and Christie. “And you, you little bitch. Who do you think you are? You’re nobody, a hick from Iowa or Indiana or some such backwater that will never amount to anything in this town. I’m Victoria Roland. You can have my father’s company. I’ve nearly bankrupted it anyway. It wasn’t the stock that made me wealthy. It was the generous, and legal, contracts with Emma that lined my pockets. Fuck you, James Turner. Rot in hell,” she said.

  I felt sick, but Vicky wasn’t done yet, “You’ve managed to drive up the price of the stock buying it up at a premium but after I dump mine and reveal the status of Roland to the world, I’ll have a boatload of money and you and your pathetic group of investors will be left with stock in a ruined company that’s barely worth the paper it’s printed on. Thank you all for making Emma and I even wealthier than we already were,” Vicky said and walked out with her lover and Phil right behind them.

  James collapsed into the nearest chair and slumped over. This was all a ruse. We now owned a nearly bankrupt company. Vicky had James and Battery by the balls. We’d been had by the evil bitch and soon we found out just how badly. Vicky dumped her stock as promised that very afternoon and once she was divested and had pocketed the money, she quietly let it be known that Roland was nearly bankrupt. The rumors took the stocks to historic lows. We couldn’t even sell what we had purchased and get the money back. Rence and Blade had significant portions of their self-worth invested and now they had nothing. This had become a complete and unmitigated disaster.

  ~8~

  At home that evening, James was acting strangely. He was pensive and paced around his office as I sat and watched. I felt horrible for him. We’d spent the afternoon revealing the bad news to our fellow investors. Vicky had indeed sold her stock and at a record high but then her announcement of our hostile takeover and the financial instability of the company sent it plummeting. James and I expected some in our group to try to sell their stock to avoid some of the losses, but they all stuck with us.

  “This isn’t your fault, James. No one could have known. We were double crossed,” I said to James trying to make him feel better. He only paused for a moment to regard me and then looked back at the floor and continued to pace. It was killing me to see him like this. “You’re going to be OK, aren’t you?” I asked. I didn’t want to express my fears to James, but he seemed to sense what worried me.

  “I’m not going to start drinking, if that’s what you mean,” James told me without so much as looking at me.

  “Sorry, I just…,” I began to say but I knew nothing I could say right then could help.

  “I need to pack for the trip,” James said and went to leave the office. I got up and stood in the doorway.

  “Don’t shut me out, James,” I told him. James looked at me and he had a strange look on his face. Worry creased his brow but there was a spark in his eye. I assumed it was determination to make things right, maybe a need to extract revenge. That’s how I felt, I just had no idea how to do it.

  “I’m not shutting you out. I just need to think. I wish I didn’t have these damn shows coming up,” James told me.

  “We’ll figure this out. Come on, let’s go get packed,” I replied. James gathered me up and we headed upstairs.

  “I’m sorry, I’ve been brooding. You need to know that having you here makes it easier. I love you, little girl,” James told me.

  “I love you too, James,” I said. James stopped and turned to face me. He hugged me tight and then kissed me. His beard tickled my neck and I giggled. We allowed ourselves to enjoy the moment before we went upstairs to get ready to go on tour.

  ~~~

  The next evening, I shared a luxury box with Josie and Anna. I had stopped watching the shows from the floor. I was becoming better known and with all the drama swirling around, I just didn’t feel comfortable. Even from our lofty suite, I could feel the energy coming from the stage but it was different somehow. James and Battery played just as hard and with just as much emotion as ever, but tonight it felt angrier. Maybe it was just me.

  The show, however, did take the edge off. Spending the show in a luxury suite with Anna and Josie was quite different than being amongst the crowd but it was still fun. We had food, drinks and comfortable seats. Even though the music was still loud, I could hear myself think and I could talk with my two companions.

  “So, how’s married life?” I asked Josie. How I wished I could have run off with James and gotten married, now more than ever. Now Josie, along with Anna, was married to a ban
d member. I wasn’t but it seemed I was somehow more inextricably connected with the band. Josie and Anna were wives. I was James’ girlfriend but more importantly, I was deeply involved in Battery’s business as their agent.

  “I finally got all of my shit out of our old apartment. I love it. It’s been a blast. I still can’t believe it,” Josie replied.

  “You and Tommy were made for each other,” I said.

  “I agree. You’re both nuts,” Anna added and grabbed Josie and hugged her close. It was true. Josie had always been impetuous and a little crazy. Tommy was the same way. Anna and Chad seemed to both be more subdued. They seemed perfect for each other also. I guess James and I were a lot alike too. We both seemed to thrive amongst the maelstrom around us. Funny considering how different I thought we were when we met.

  “It’s pretty awesome. I love Tommy harder every day,” Josie said. I was worried they might burn out too quickly considering how suddenly Josie and Tommy had fallen for each other but as time passed, I thought that less and less.

  “How are you and James doing?” Anna asked. I wished she was talking about our relationship but I knew she meant the business with Vicky.

  “We're still trying to figure out what to do. I’m just at a loss as how to fix all this. I feel so bad,” I told Anna. She smiled warmly.

  “I bet James will figure it out. He seems to have the touch,” Anna told me. I hoped she was right.

  “Tommy says he thinks James planned all this,” Josie said. I wasn’t sure what she meant.

  “He thinks we wanted this?” I asked trying hard to keep my temper in check. I know she didn’t mean it that way but I was raw and edgy.

  “No, he just thinks James knows exactly what he’s doing. Tommy thinks this is part of some grand plan,” Josie explained. I wish I could have believed that. That did sound like James but not this time.