Exposed (The Alpha Stranger) Book 2 (5 page)

Most of the bar crowd continues to casually tolerate my music. A couple of people appear to be into me. After my fourth song, I stand up and finish my drink. Then I see him. The handsome stranger has walked through the door! He swaggers in and makes his way up to me. We kiss. It’s a nice long, wet kiss. My anonymous lover looks me in the eye and asks, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling really good.”

“I’m going to go to the bar and grab a drink.”

I smile and tell him softly, “The next song is for you.”

My lover looks at me like I am joking. He walks to the bar to get his drink. I sit back down at the piano and finish my rum and Coke. This is it. My new song. I’m going for it. “This next song is dedicated to my lover with no name.”

That was enough to get a laugh and a whoop out of one person at the bar. I begin to play the saucy and sexy opening to the song. My body sways as I get into my groove. I lower my voice and purr the opening lyric, “
Do you like to get spanked?”

A couple of people give me an enthusiastic, “Oh yeah!” I think I have the bar’s attention now. I can feel a hundred eyes move in my direction.
“Do you want to get tied down in the dark?”

The ambient noise of the Arrow Bar dies down. Now just about everyone is watching me, just about everyone is listening to me.
I have an audience.

The words and music flow so comfortably out of me that I lose all of my inhibitions. I put on a performance with my body as much as I do with my hands and voice. My body rocks from side to side as I roll one provocative line after another. Soon, just about everyone in the bar is watching me.

When the song ends, I hear an eruption of applause. Time stops. I look at each and every face in the crowd. I have never had this happen to me before. This is the best moment of my life. I am not just some girl with a crappy job in downtown LA. Right now, at this moment, I am the center of attention. I am not sure how long the applause lasted but the moment feels frozen in time. I slowly get up from the stool and make my way to the handsome stranger. Before I can get to the bar, my anonymous lover reaches me. We meet in the middle, hug, kiss and feel each other’s body.

“That was the most beautiful gift anyone has ever given me,” my anonymous lover says as he kisses my hand and grabs my ass. We make our way to the back of the club. We claw at each other’s clothing. My anonymous lover kicks open the back door of the bar. We spill out into the alleyway as my clothes are ripped from my body.

My tits spill out. The handsome stranger pushes me up against the wall and sucks on my titties like a horny guy losing his virginity. The man’s tongue never disappoints. He pulls down my skirt and thong. Being naked in an alleyway should not feel this good but it does. I unbutton my lover’s shirt and lick his chest like it’s my own personal lollipop. Then I undo my lover’s pants and pull them down.

The handsome stranger pulls down his underwear and boy is his dick ready to go. I couldn’t swallow that cock fast enough. I just want to devour every inch of the man that haunts my every waking moment. I suck off my studly muse until he moans his approval across the alley. The handsome stranger returns the favor by lifting me up and placing me on his broad shoulders. I wrap my legs around my anonymous lover’s head and allow his mouth and tongue to do the rest.

This is officially the most insane fuck of my life. I am lying against a brick wall, in an alleyway, while getting eaten out by a guy whose name I don’t even know. Even by LA standards, this is a little left of normal. The handsome stranger is determined to make me cum right here in the back of the alley. And he is doing a hell of a job of getting me there. My stomach convulses as that tongue laps up my most intimate place. The handsome stranger licks and licks until I bury my fingernails into his scalp. That’s enough for my lover to drop me to the ground, turn me around and fuck me from behind.

My hair whips around as my anonymous lover covers my mouth with his hands. He rails me so well that I bite down on his fingers. That, however, is not deterring him at all. In fact, the harder I bite my lover, the harder he fucks me. “You are so fucking beautiful at that piano,” he says as I feel myself reaching closer and closer to climax.

My lover bends me over until the top of my head is touching the brick wall in front of me. He grabs my tits and fucks me deep. I scream. I cum so hard that my head slams against the wall. It feels like I’ve just been in a car accident. The two of us hold each other’s bodies as he lay against the brick wall behind the Arrow Bar. Even though we are undressed, the perfect Santa Monica evening makes our bodies feel nice and relaxed.

“I’ve never had so much crazy sex,” I tell my anonymous lover.

“You have inspired me to find new ways to fuck you,” he responds. We get dressed and make our way back to the club. My dress sticks to my body as the heat from the club makes me feel like I am in a sauna. We get to the bar. I ask for a drink of ice water. My anonymous lover goes straight for his rum and Coke.

As I take my drink, I notice a couple of people staring at me. It’s strange, even though I am no longer on stage, people continue to look at me like I am somebody.

“Carrie?” I hear a voice say behind my back. I turn around and see a forty-something guy with shoulder length hair and a three-day growth of facial hair.

“I just wanted to tell you that your last song was incredible. Are you recording with anyone?”

“No.”

“You are not signed to a label?

“I just started playing live a couple of days ago.”

“Really?” the scruffy guy says with a mix of surprise and intrigue. “My name Is Jonathan Ellis, I have a music production house just down the street. We mostly do commercial music and sound production. I would like to record and produce that last song, ‘Lover with No Name.’ I know some people at a couple of labels. I’d be more than happy to pass the song along.”

My eyes open wide as this scruffy guy offers me the chance to record the song. I look at my anonymous lover, and he also appears impressed by the offer.

“To be honest, I’ve never recorded anything in a proper studio. I wouldn’t even know where to begin.”

“It’s easy. I’ll produce and set everything up. Your song is great because it’s simple. It’s just you and a piano. Maybe you’ll want to try adding a few strings and percussion. You have a song that is sexual yet real. I’ll be honest and tell you that I’ve never heard a song quite like that in a long, long time.”

I can’t believe this. Just three days ago, my keyboard was collecting dust under my bed. Now, this guy wants to record and produce my song. “I totally want to do it.”

“Great. What time is good for you?”

“Let’s do it in the late afternoon like 5:00,” I offer.

“Sounds good.”

I hug my anonymous lover. Jonathan is bemused by my outward show of affection. “So I take it the song is about him?” Jonathan says as he looks at my anonymous lover.

“Yeah.”

“And you seriously don’t know his name?!” Jonathan asks.

“Nope.”

The music producer laughs. “Well, it looks like the best songs are truly based on real life.”

My lover and I spend a few more minutes at the bar. Then we decide to go for a walk outside.

Every day, we seem to draw closer and closer though I do not know much more about my anonymous lover.

“I know we aren’t supposed to reveal that much about each other but, I’d like to ask you one question,” I say.

“I can’t promise that I will answer but, feel free to ask,” my anonymous lover responds.

“Have you ever done this anonymous relationship stuff before?”

“Yeah.”

“How do those relationships end?”


“The girl always tries to find out about me.”

“Am I close to losing you?”


“I don’t know,” my anonymous lover says as he looks at me. “I want to see you every night. But I can’t get too close to anyone. If I feel the relationship is getting too personal, I’ll break away.”

Boy, I think this relationship could spark a new song every single night!

****

It’s 8:30 a.m. I am sitting at the edge of my bed. It’s already too late for me to leave for work. For the past hour, I have been staring at the clock. I don’t want to go to that job. I don’t want to drive to downtown LA, fight traffic and sit at that reception desk for another day. Like my anonymous lover says, “Life is too short.” I pick up my cell phone and call my boss.

“This is Carol.”

“Hi Carol. It’s Carrie.”

“Don’t tell me you are taking another day off.”

“I’m quitting.”

“Why?”

“I’m um, found a new job.”

“Alright, well, you’ll have to do an exit interview when you pick up your final paycheck.”

“Alright.”

“So, tell me. What kind of great new job did you find?”

What am I supposed to tell her. I’m leaving a perfectly good receptionist job to play piano at a bar in Santa Monica. “I found a place to work closer to home.”

“Alright, well. Good luck at your new job.”

The second after I hang up with my boss, panic sets in. This is real. I have given up my only stable form of income. And I still have to come up with my half of the rent and utilities for this apartment. That’s about seven hundred bucks a month. I quickly begin to calculate how much in tips I’d have to earn each night. Even if I worked 30 nights a month, I would have to get at least 30 bucks to cover living expenses. Well, I better learn to become a better singer-songwriter pretty quick.

I pick up my keyboard and begin to play. To start things off, I play the songs that are already familiar with me. Then I try my hand at composing something new. Two hours go by and I don’t have much. I guess I can’t come up with a lightning bolt of inspiration every day. I continue to practice until about four in the afternoon. Then I get into my car and head over to Jonathan Ellis’ production house in Santa Monica.

The production house, named Ellis Arts, is located about five blocks down from the bar. Funny, I have walked past this two story concrete and glass building thousands of times and never knew what they did in there. I go up to the intercom and mention my name. The door buzzes. I open the door and head up a flight of stairs to the reception area. A wave of excitement and nerves runs through my body. This is it. This is my first recording session!

Jonathan shows up with a recording engineer and walks me to his personal recording studio. The place is nice and big with guitars, amps, drum kits and keyboards all over the room.

“I was thinking that you should just record with a piano and then you can decide if you want to add an arrangement,” Jonathan explains.

Sounds good to me. As I sit myself at this baby grand, several assistant engineers set up microphones as well as prep the mixing boards.

After several minutes, I am left alone in the recording room while everyone sits on the other side of the glass.

“Anytime you’re ready,” the engineer tells me. I close my eyes and picture the anonymous stranger. Then I begin to play. The song is so well imprinted in my mind that I don’t even need to refer to the sheet music.

About five minutes later, I finish the song. As the final note reverberates through my headphones, I exhale deeply and relax at the piano.


“Wow,” Jonathan says.

“Would you like me to do another take?”



“Do as many as you want.”

I play the song a few more times. During my last take, I even improvise a little piano solo in the middle of the song. My body is completely comfortable. For the first time in my life, I feel like I am doing what I was meant to do in this world.