by Aaron, Blair
Fifteen minutes later a limousine pulled up in front of the hotel entrance. Out of it stepped Callum, followed by a blonde girl whose blouse was only barely attached to her thin frame. Alyssa's stomach dropped and the same heat filled her angry chest, but she sucked air through her nostrils and straightened her posture. When the lead guitarist staggered through the automatic glass doors, she stood up. Alyssa could see even from a distance that he was sloshed, as his movements were loose and fumbling. The smell of scotch sailed on the air and smacked her in the face. She thought for a moment how disappointing it was to find such a beautiful man in the arms of another woman. Alyssa's gorge rose at the thought, but then her adventurous and kinkier side took over. Maybe Alyssa could transform her disappointment in Callum's behavior into something more.fun. The gears turned in her mind for a while, as she watched Callum approached the elevator. Then Alyssa took a deep breath and started her way over to Callum, almost tripping on her heels.
The girl he had come with stumbled inside and flung an arm around his shoulder to support herself. She was laughing hysterically, but could barely hold her eyes open. The two of them walked towards the elevators, moving right past Alyssa without so much as a glance.
“Callum,” she said in a panic, “You're Callum Redbrook, right?”
The man spun on his heels to look at her. A soft grin spread across his face as he nodded, almost bowing in drunken egotism. The floozy draped herself over him and gave Alyssa a quick look of displeasure.
“I am,” he said.
Alyssa walked over to him, just close enough that he'd smell the perfume she'd just recently re-applied. The scent hit him in the nose and awakened his senses, so visible was its effect. He stood upright and surveyed her figure from top to bottom.
“I'm Alyssa,” she said, “I'm a huge fan.”
“Is that right?” he said. The girl on his arm curled her eyebrows.
“Yeah, I've been listening to C of L for years.” she said.
“Good for you,” spat the floozy, tugging on the guitarist's neck, “Let's go.” She wanted Callum to herself, and Callum turned back toward the elevator. In a slight moment of panic, Alyssa tilted her shoulders back and pushed out her chest to accentuate her breasts. Callum was undeniably aware of them.
“Hold on,” he said to the woman strapped to him, then looked to Alyssa, “If you're such a big fan, what's your favorite song from the EP?”
She paused for a moment. The woman laughed at her. “Requisite Retribution,” she said.
Callum looked at her with a raised eyebrow. He shook the blonde woman from his shoulder and stepped closer to Alyssa, peering for a moment down her top as he absorbed her beautiful scent on her neck.
“Well done,” he mumbled, “Well done.”
“Callum, let's go. I've got wild things to show you,” said the blonde woman, tapping impatiently at the elevator button.
“And who signed us after that EP, do you know?”
“Black Festival Records,” Alyssa said.
“And the first album we released with them?”
“Hell Harmonic.”
Callum chuckled to himself. He turned to look at the blonde woman who was watching for the arrival of the elevator. “She's pretty good, this one,” he said to her, “Pretty good, don't you think?”
The woman scowled at Alyssa and turned away again.
“I'd say,” Alyssa threw an arm around Callum's shoulder and rested the other hand on his hip, “That I'm a better fan than she is.” Her face came very close to his now so that she was breathing softly into his ear.
“You might be a better fan,” he said, “But seems to me that girl's a better fan, you know?”
Alyssa bit at his earlobe playfully. “Don't be so sure.” His eyebrows raised involuntarily. His hands came to rest around her thin frame. Her smell intoxicated him, and the nape of her neck brushed against his lips and stirred nervous energy between his legs. “Forget her, I want you to take me,” Alyssa said.
With wide eyes, Callum looked from Alyssa to the blonde and back again. “How about both?”
“Not a chance!” shot the girl by the elevator.
Alyssa smiled. She ran the small tip of her tongue up his neck to where his ear began. “Make your choice, one or the other.” His jaw tightened, he inhaled sharply through closed teeth. The blonde by the elevator was perceptibly unhappy, and her drunken fury washed away any attractive feature about herself faster than a cigarette butt swept into a storm drain.
“Let's go,” he said, letting out a mischievous growl that surprised Alyssa. This guy seemed a little immature.
CHAPTER 4
They entered the elevator and left the blonde in the lobby, pouting and disheveled. When the elevator dinged and they had reached the top level, the doors opened straight into Callum's penthouse apartment. The place domineered a three hundred and sixty degree view of the city. Alyssa didn't notice because she was too busy making out with Callum. The two were all over each other with passion and fire. The deep crimson on her lips smudged onto his own mouth and stained red the exposed parts of his face above a gallant beard that shone almost gold under the hallway lighting.
In a feverish embrace, they moved past the entrance and toward the sofa, where she fell on top of him, grinding her hips against his in unbridled anticipation. He tugged the black top from out of her red skirt and pulled it over her head. She tossed it aside and the dull orange of the lounge room lighting drew lines on the delicious curvature of her breasts. She gnawed on his collarbone and removed his shirt slowly, admiring the way that beads of sweat accentuated the stark lines of his abdomen. He was tattooed from neck-to-toe, swirling images of skulls and rum bottles and scrolls inscribed with ancient lettering. Alyssa ran her tongue down his torso towards the buckle of his belt.
“Hold on,” he said with a hand on her shoulder, “Let's have a drink.” She sat up and saw the private bar by the giant windows that cornered the skyline into a neat canvas. He slid out from under her and walked over to it, taking a couple of tumblers down from the shelf.
“What do you drink?” he asked.
“Vodka orange?”
He nodded, mixing her drink and pouring himself a scotch on the rocks from a fifty-year-old decanter of Dalmore. She traced him with a feline gaze as he returned to the couch with the drinks in hand, passing hers over then falling back into the plush leather couch to sip at his own. “A bloody good show,” he said, raising his glass.
She tapped hers against his. “A bloody good show,” she said.
Through the couch, both could feel the other's heart still racing, as he tried to catch his breath. Primal instinct hung thick and throbbing in the air between them, their casual quiet drinking was a deliberate, devious dalliance on both their parts, delaying and dilating the inevitable deed to come. Alyssa relished the waiting. A pause in the momentum dripping thick with the unspent drive. Neither of them looked at each other but both were on the verge of pouncing. The very intentional act of delaying the event had both parties feeling like a hissing kettle.
Soon, very soon, the drinks were done. Condensation on empty glasses slid downwards to draw wet rings on the coffee table. Once again the two were in a tangle, tops off and pelvises thrusting, hot breath dancing in a cloud between their faces. There was barely a moment amidst the action for either to look at the other. Alyssa's hand had unbuckled Callum's belt and she dug in his pants for him, and he did the same. Suddenly he stood, collecting her up in his arms and carrying her through the archway into the bedroom where he tossed her onto the bed and walked towards her on all fours with an up-to-no-good grin on his face.
He dragged her skirt down over her thin, lengthy legs. His eyes stared wild with desire at what lay between them.
“Hold on,” she said.
“What?”
She pulled her feet up beneath her so that her knees were level with her chin. “I'm not just a regular fuck,” she said, “I like things a little more…spicy.”
; Callum chuckled to himself. He looked down at the bed beneath him, then back up to meet her eyes. “Oh yeah?”
Alyssa nodded fast, her eyes little girl on Christmas. She stood up off the bed and gently guided him down so he was sitting up against the headboard with a smile like a boy with a new present. Reaching into her bag, she took a pair of handcuffs and a whip, then laid on the bed beside him.
“Oh,” he said in a tone like caramel, “So you are kinky, aren't you? What a naughty little minx.”
Gliding her breasts against his face, him breathing in the sweet salt of her skin's sweat, she looped the handcuffs under a gap in the top of the bedframe and clicked them shut over his wrists. He became instantly hard, barely able to control spontaneous thrusts of his hips as he stared at her lustfully.
“Are you ready?” she said in a breathy voice. He nodded with villainous eyebrows.
“Hold on,” she said again. Alyssa left the room and returned with her phone in hand. She opened the camera function and began to snap photographs of the arrested rock-star, each one more devastating and unflattering than the last.
“What the fuck?” he growled, kicking and tugging, struggling to free himself from the restraints.
But he struggled to no avail. In under a minute, she had captured more than a thousand emasculating photographs. While he lay there, trapped, she swiped through them, satisfied by what she saw.
“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” Callum asked.
“You're a rich man,” she said, “I'm a less-than-rich woman.” Alyssa crawled up to him, on all fours as he had her, sucking and biting at his neck. He tried to push his body away, furious with a very different heat. “I thought we could do a trade,” she whispered.
“You're a fucking psycho!”
She chuckled to herself, sitting up straight. “It's easy, painless. You give me money, and I delete the photographs.” Callum searched for words but found none. He stared at her in shock, in horror. Alyssa slid off of the bed and put her clothes back on. She placed a scrap of paper down on the bed. “My phone number,” she explained, “For when you're ready to bargain.”
He yelled expletives and struggled against his bonds, cursing her as she moved now fully clothed towards the front door. But then she stopped and turned to the man tied on the bed. She looked at the poor creature tied to the bed and still felt that hotness for him she did when she was younger. Think about it, Alyssa told herself. This is a man you can make love with, the hottest guy you ever have seen in real life. Why blackmail him? He was just too beautiful, too perfect, too sweet—underneath his bad decisions. She walked over to the bed, as he looked up at her from his furrowed brow. She ran her hands over his head, her fingers tracing a line through the soft down of his black hair.
“You're so beautiful, Callum.” He just stared at her, a possessed doll who still after all wanted some love. “Why do you have to be so mean?”
“I'm not mean,” he said. “Just drunk.”
She sat down on the bed, running her eyes over his naked body. She put her fingers over the rim of his underwear. Despite his anger, or maybe because of it, Callum found her massage arousing. She pulled his underwear off to see his whole body completely nude. Then she placed a kiss on his lips—a real kiss, the kind that the old Alyssa would have given her fantasy boyfriend when she first saw him perform his guitar solo on television so many years ago.
And he kissed back.
For a split second, Alyssa wondered whether they could have some kind of relationship. Callum's body emitted a warmness as she groped along his chest muscles, then ran the back of her fingers along his smooth skin. She kissed along the side of his neck as he shook with anticipation. She kissed under his neck, as her hand ran down between his legs and fondled his growing manhood. He tried to kiss her back and take control of the situation, but Alyssa wouldn't let him. He struggled against his cuffs, but she just smiled and shook her head. “You're mine, Callum. You're mine for just tonight.” He smiled despite trying to hide his excitement, then looked along her body as she began to undress. She took off her shirt and then unsnapped her bra. He looked at her naked breasts like a hungry animal, then reached for them but the cuffs stopped him. He growled at her, then licked his lips, ready to devour every inch of her. Then she got up and stepped out of her dress, one foot at a time. She stood there in heel and panties, naked everywhere else, and for the first time in her life, she didn't feel vulnerable being naked in front of another man. Her physical form laid bare for him, but there was nothing about the situation, at least in Alyssa's mind, that made her feel exposed. She was playing a game with a boy she liked. Besides, he was more naked than she was at this point. She jumped on the bed, straddling either side of his taught body. Her complete and total domination turned her on, because once she stopped to think about it, Alyssa could anything to this man right now, and he wouldn't be able to stop her. Of course, she would not take advantage of him, but the idea was fun to play with. She took a big whiff of his scent, then laid kisses along the sides of his body, and he shivered.
“That feels so good,” he said, smiling. “Keep going.”
Alyssa looked up at him, her stern eyes penetrating his facade. “Shut up,” she said. “I didn't give you permission to tell me what to do.”
“Yes ma'am,” he said, rubbing his butt into the bed, getting ready for the wild sexual ride that was to come. She continued kissing along his side and over his abs, tasting the smooth and salty parts of him that very few of his fans have gotten close to. Comparing the reality to the fantasy, Alyssa found the man was even more attractive and tasty than she ever found Callum in her imagination. She worked her way down between his legs, giving his inner thigh a prickly bite. She knew her technique was making a difference when he jumped like he had been struck by an electric jolt, as she sank her teeth into his thigh. She continued working her soft and supple lips over his erect shaft, over the top of the head and down around his jewels. She stopped right as he was getting into the act, slipped off her panties and crawled up over him, pushing his eager mouth into her with as much force as she could muster. After several seconds, she sat down on him and began riding him cowgirl style. She watched his face writhe and moan in pleasure, and just as he about to climax, she got up and began putting on her clothes.
“Wait,” he said. “Where are you going?”
“If you really want me, you will figure out a way to get me to stay, right?” Alyssa put on her clothes and headed straight for the door, hoping she would get what she wanted. Callum screamed after her.
“Please, Alyssa. Stop now. Uncuff me and I will pay you for the photos. Maybe you can stay as well, for the night.” She stopped at the door and turned for the second time that night. She pulled the camera out of her bag and displayed it for him.
“You mean this?”
“Of course,” he said. “Just get my wallet there on the counter. How much do you want?”
“All of it, buster.”
“Well, shit. It's all I got for now. I guess you can have it. Should be around $6, 000.” Alyssa smiled as she pulled the cash out of his wallet. Then she walked back to the door and shut it behind her, Callum's angry screams reverberating through the hotel room door. She counted the cash in her hands, as the camera hung from around her shoulder. This was definitely the best night she's ever had, Alyssa thought to herself.
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