Stripped (11 page)

The doors opened again and a group of women came rushing in.  They were all tall, blond bombshells.  They had half shirts, short shorts, and breasts that poured from their tops.  All their breasts were obviously fake, but as they chose their member of Down Silent nobody seemed to complain.

A wave of jealousy hit Emily as she imagined one of the women touching Gunnar.  Kissing him.  Licking him.  Pleasuring him.  Their tiny bodies able to move in ways Emily couldn’t.  They probably had experience beyond Emily’s realm. 

“What’s wrong?” Gunnar asked.

Emily tore her eyes from the women and looked into Gunnar’s beautiful eyes.  “Nothing.”

“You’re not a very good liar.”

“Where’s your woman?” Emily asked.  “Or, should I say
groupie
?”

Gunnar smiled.  His hand caressed Emily’s cheek.  “I’m staring at her.  You can be my groupie for a few seconds right now, but in a few minutes, you’re going to be my everything.  How about a drink?”

Gunnar slithered away from Emily and returned with a bottle of vodka.  He drank it like it was water, popping his lips and licking them.  He held the bottle to Emily.  She looked around the room again, watching the groupies drinking as much as the guys from Down Silent.  The aura of debauchery had increased ten fold, the pressure of sexual desire had become an invisible yet thick fog, encompassing everything.  It felt like a boiling pot with the lid ready to blow.  Emily could feel in a matter of minutes someone would be naked, pleasuring someone else.

She took the bottle, drinking what she could, but left the bottle tipped up with her lips shut, pretending to drink more.  As Gunnar smiled, she could tell he knew she was faking.

But whatever, Emily didn’t want to show any signs of weakness in front of the heartthrob rockstar.

“Now, come here, real close,” Gunnar said.

His hand was behind Emily’s back and he pulled her to him.  Their bodies came together and Emily’s sigh was more of a moan. 

“You like this, don’t you?”

Emily tried to stay focused on Gunnar, but a flicker of fire caught her attention.  At the bar, the two men she recognized as the bassist and lead guitarist were smoking cigarettes while their groupies were smoking something else.  Emily’s nose picked up on the two different smells.  The two women on the couch with the drummer were on their knees, one on each side of him, looking like they were going to go down on him.  The one on the left, with the biggest chest Emily had ever seen, reached between her breasts and pulled out a necklace.  She twisted the top of the charm on the chain and out came a small spoon.  With a quick snort, the woman laughed and then refilled the small spoon and handed it to her friend.  She took her shot and then the drummer made big chest put a hit to each of his nostrils.  His head then fell back in ecstasy and that’s when the groupies made their move.  They each put a hand between his legs, as if they were going to fight over who got to sample the drummer first.

Emily gasped and Gunnar held her tight to him.

“You’re seeing but are you really seeing?” he whispered.

“I see...,” Emily looked back and the lead guitarist stood with his back to the bar, his head back with his cigarette between his lips.  She couldn’t find the groupie that had been glued to his arm, but a second later she realized the groupie was now on her knees...

“Look at me,” Gunnar said.

Emily did, her body in a state of shock... but with a hint of enjoyment.  This was like nothing she’d ever seen in her life.

“I didn’t choose you for that,” Gunnar said.

“You don’t want me to suck your...”

“Oh, that time will come,” he said with a grin.  “But first, I’m not done stripping you of all your innocence.”

“Then take me,” Emily said.  “Gunnar... or should I call you Bryce?”

“Watch it,” Gunnar growled.  His hands squeezed at her hips now.  “Careful with what you know and what you experience.  Sometimes closed mouthed with memories is better than opened mouthed with stories.”

Emily nodded.

“Good girl.  Now, let’s take care of this party.”

Gunnar turned to his band, acting completely natural considering the sex acts going on. 

“Boys,” he called out, “my new friend and I need some private time.  I’m sure you all will enjoy the comfort of the bus.”

The drummer looked at Gunnar, acting unaware of the battle happening with two tongues between his legs.  He smiled and looked at Emily, winking.

She stiffened, trying not to feel impressed by it.

But she was.

She’d never seen a live sex act like this... and it drove her body mad.  She liked it.  It turned her on.

The lead guitarist reached down and said, “Come on, baby, we’re going to the bus now.”

“Can my friend come?” the woman asked as she stood back up.

“I hope so,” the guitarist said with a wicked smile.  “No worries, if she can’t come, I’ll fuck her until she does.”

“Or send her my way,” the bassist said.

“You could clean up the sloppy seconds,” the lead guitarist said.

The women didn’t care, not for a second. 

The band left the room as fast as they came, women hooked to their arms, already stumbling from the excessive shots of liquor they had forced down their throats.  That wasn’t the only thing that had been in their throats either and Emily couldn’t fathom what the activity on the tour bus would be like.

When the doors shut, Gunnar slid away from Emily towards one of the couches.  Thankfully it wasn’t the one the drummer had been seated on.

“Sit with me,” Gunnar said.

Emily walked towards him and when she tried to sit, he struck at her like a snake attacking prey.  His sudden grip on her wrists caused Emily to shriek.  He pulled and had her positioned on top of him before she knew what to do.  Her hands came to rest on Gunnar’s chest, feeling the sweat of all his work that night.

Reaching an audience.  Professing his art.  Commanding people and their lives, giving them hope.  Giving them purpose.  Giving them rock n’ roll.

And now Gunnar gave himself to Emily, in many ways.

Her tender body could feel the thickness of Gunnar, through his pants and hers.  She felt thick definition as his hands slid behind her ass and started to move her.  Gentle movements, but enough that Emily looked down, hoping to somehow be naked and have Gunnar preparing to enter her.

“You feel it,” Gunnar said.  “I feel it.”

“Yes,” Emily whispered. 

“And we’re all alone.”

“Yes.”

“I hope your friend didn’t mind this...”

“No, she didn’t.  But there’s something about...”

“I don’t care,” Gunnar said.

His hands danced along Emily’s curves again, taking what felt like an endless trip up her body and around until he cupped her breasts.  Emily’s chest throbbed and her nipples were sensitive, one more than the other, thanks to Gunnar last night.

From her breasts, Gunnar traveled to her face where he held her tight, keeping her eyes locked to his. 

“I can feel you,” Gunnar said.  “You want this so bad.  This isn’t a fantasy anymore, this is reality.  A reality you crave.  Just like I crave you.”

Emily pressed her body against Gunnar’s.

“In time,” Gunnar whispered.  “I’m going to keep you on the edge.”

Gunnar shifted Emily to his left.  She tried to claw at his body but couldn’t.  Having him away from her - at any distance now - was too far.  She sat next to Gunnar and put her hand to her chest to feel her racing heart. 

“I want to show you something.”  Gunnar slid to the edge of the couch.  “Actually, I’m going to share something with you.”

He leaned down and Emily watched his long fingers clasp the small brown box under the table.  Her mouth fell open and she hurried to bite her lip. 

Drugs.

Being alone and thinking about drugs was one thing.  She could play tough girl and make up a decision that would never be questioned.  But now, sitting next to Gunnar, under his rock God power...

“This is something special to me,” he said, lifting the box.  “Something I won’t even share with my band.”

Emily swallowed.

What was in there?  What kind of drugs wouldn’t he share with the band?  Had the urges moved beyond a little weed, a snort of coke... was it...

“Are you worried?” Gunnar asked with a hint of sincerity as he placed the box on the table.

Emily memorized Gunnar’s face, the intensity of his perfect jaw line, and even the crispness of his eyes. 

He was the most overbearing man she had ever encountered, and it didn’t surprise her one bit.  Beyond the looks, beyond the stage, the music, and the life, Bryce Gunnar had built an empire for himself.  Emily now had to face the terms that she wasn’t just sitting next to a sexy rockstar, she was sitting next to a very wealthy man.  A wealthy man with power that most people couldn’t handle.

Gunnar flicked his thumb at a golden clasp on the box.

Emily shuddered.

This would be her moment. 

Do or die.

She couldn’t figure out the answer... would she try something?

Gunnar opened the box slowly.  The lid opened and the inside was made of a deep red felt.  Emily leaned forward expecting to see a variety of goods needed for drug use but to her surprise she saw the box was empty.

Empty?

No, it wasn’t empty.

“What...,” she started to ask, almost feeling disappointed. 

“It’s there,” Gunnar said. “I want you to get it.”

“Okay,” Emily said.

Gunnar sat back, stretching his arm out along the back of the couch.  His fingertips touched Emily’s shoulder and she jumped.

“Are you nervous?” he asked.

“Yes,” Emily admitted.

“Good.  Now hurry, I don’t want to lose my high.”

Emily turned her head.  Her face made Gunnar laugh.  He touched her hair, moving it, and then touched her face. 

“Oh, Emily, it’s not always about drugs,” Gunnar said.  “Although they are fun... I’m talking about the high of music.  Of playing.  Of holding the power in your hand.  I’m not just writing music or singing songs.  Performing even.  I’m holding those peoples lives in my hand.  I bear my soul to them so they can bear theirs to me.  We’re connected, our lives entangled, our sole purpose to find meaning beneath the surface of a song.  To find meaning in the music, the drums, the lyrics, and the story that not only I’m telling, but their telling right back to me.”

Emily shuddered.  It was romantic poetry to her.  Everything Gunnar said she could picture being chiseled somewhere or working itself into his songs.

“That’s why I haven’t decided on a large scale tour yet.  I stare into the eyes of thousands every night and have them.  Can I do the same with twenty thousand people?  Forty thousand?  Can I do the same through a music video?  Or an interview to be printed in a newspaper or magazine?”

Emily swallowed.