Stricken Unveiled (Stricken Rock #2) (29 page)

“Does Anna love me?” she whispers her hot
steamy breath against her favorite part of me. I push out again
tightening my belly and she moans watching it. “Oh yes.” She licks
it. “She’s so beautiful.” She licks it again. She sounds like a
crazy person talking to a stuffed animal. But she’s still high from
an orgasm so everything is going to be surreal to her. “Oh Anna.”
She moans sucking her lips to it tonguing it hard and hastily. Her
mouth needs it and it needs her mouth. I close my eyes and feel
her, shutting down all my other senses except my ears and
touch.

Oh yes…. She wants me so bad. I can feel it.
My ass needs to come oh yes. Lick me baby! Yes! Oh Claire!

“Yes Anna. I want you to come for me. Do you
want me inside of you Anna?” she moans lapping it hard and circling
it with her hot wet velvet tongue. I can hear her pussy going,
she’s fucking herself.

“I’m fucking my pussy for you Anna. I’m
fucking it for you all for you.” She moans and licks it again.

“Anna wants you to play with her.” I whisper
seductively. Not wanting to interrupt her little fantasy surreal
post orgasm world.

She removes her mouth and I can feel her
finger rolling around the outside slowly. Taunting me, teasing me.
She pushes it in slightly and I loosen up.

“Oh yes Anna let me in. Let me make you feel
so good. I want to fuck you baby.” She moans watching me take her
finger inside as she slaps her fingers in her pussy. I can hear her
breathing heavy groaning as she pushes herself closer to another
orgasm.

The burning is so hot. I love when she does
this. She pushes in and in. Oh yes! More! She gets all the way
inside and freezes. I squeeze my hole around her finger to tell her
how much I love her in my ass. She moans and laps her tongue around
her finger that’s inside me.

“Mmmmmm yes Anna I love you so much.” She
kisses it. This is not like the Claire I’m used to. She always
talks dirty but this is a strange little world of Claire and her
anal fetish. It’s fucking hot. She can talk to my asshole all she
wants as long as she makes me come.

She moves in and out of me slowly her tongue
licking me. She’s moaning deep in her throat loving my ass. She
bites my butt cheek. Fuck it hurts! She licks the bite and soothes
in into the kind of dull ache that makes my core burn more for her.
Damn this woman is so hot!

“Does the pussy who sleeps by my beautiful
Anna want some attention too? Does she feel left out?” she talks to
it and then laps it hard with her mouth sucking my nectar out of
me. Drinking it down, she moans against my skin as she does her
finger still inside of me. Oh yes! More! She stands up.

Holy Shit! I forgot about the pink cock. She
stands behind me I’m already ready. I’ve never done doggy style.
This is different and her finger is still buried deep inside.

“Are you ready baby? Anna is ready, are you?”
she asks me this time.

I nod.

She rubs the rubber cock up and down my slit.
Oh yes. Then she positions it at my pussy hole and pushes it all
the way is. “Oh fuck!” I moan taking it deep. Johnathan is a lot
larger than this but damn it’s big too.

“Oh yes take my cock.” She humps into me and
pulls back out. I can feel her finger swirling. Shit!

She gets into a rhythm and pleasures me and
fucks me hard and softly then hard again. Pumping her finger in and
out of Anna. It doesn’t take long and I come and she doesn’t stop
she fucks me harder and harder until I come three more times.

It’s Sunday morning now and I’m sitting in
the living room at James’s condo and I’m chilling on the couch
watching Free Willy. Yep, it’s a kids movie but it’s the only this
on TV at four in the afternoon. Following my date on Friday with
Claire she brought me home after our fun sex session and dinner and
I was so worn out because of it. She kissed me good-bye and I
haven’t seen her since though we did text a few times. She is so
kinky and I love the sex we have it’s amazing. She’s still reeling
on the fucking I gave her and this morning I received a giant
bouquet of white daisies and a huge box of imported Swiss chocolate
from her as a thank you. Which I am now indulging in while I wear a
normal fitted T-shirt and black boy short panties with my feet up
on James’s rustic coffee table.

Saturday I spent inside figuring out my
Sunday plans. The plane for Stricken is back in LA tonight and I
haven’t spoken to asshole but I have filled my entire text quota
twice with him trying to get a hold of me. At least he’s trying, I
guess. I seriously thought about blocking his number for the
weekend but then I wouldn’t have the joy of reading all his very
long and a few short texts. I know some people might think it’s
mean to do this to your boyfriend. But if you’re boyfriend has done
the shit mine has done you wouldn’t be so nice. Most would break up
with them and never look back. But I love the asshole and therefore
I am stuck mucking through his shit. James has set his phone to
silent for only Johnathan’s calls and he’s let his texts get full
so no more can be sent. I would do that too but then I couldn’t
hear from Claire. So I’m kind of stuck. I called my mom finally
yesterday too and told her I moved in with James. I didn’t tell her
why but she trusts me. She’s sad I’m not living with Stacy, her
favorite person anymore. I seriously believe Stacy might be my
mom’s favorite person ever. Even more than me.

Last night I slept with James again. Not sex
of course but we had a nice night cuddling together in bed. I love
sleeping with him. Again, it’s not sex. Just sleep. His mattress is
divine and his room smells fantastic and I love having someone next
to me when I get up in the morning. And there is no one better for
that than James. He doesn’t try to cop a feel. He cuddles with me
sometimes. We talk a lot. He’s overall really wonderful.

Then last night we ate at Taco Hell which is
my name for Taco Bell just like I call Walmart, Wally World a lot
of times when I speak. It’s a part of my Midwestern upbringing I
suppose. It goes along with pop, worshing your clothes instead of
washing, and I don’t measure distance with miles I do it by
minutes. Then after we ate at Taco Hell we went to Albertsons to
pick up groceries for the week. I’m going to start cooking for this
poor man. He doesn’t cook much, not that many men do. But his meals
consist of sandwiches, peanut butter, frozen dinners and those
roaster chickens or he eats out.

Even though I am hanging on James’s couch
he’s gone setting up the pickup for the flight into LAX that should
be landing in about twenty minutes. I guess he figures I’m safe
here. And I’m safe anywhere. I don’t have a vehicle to drive and
the closet place to walk here is down to the AM/PM which is a dive.
So I’m going to hang in my panties, watching a movie that makes me
bawl like baby at the end. I could use a good cry, and crying and
chocolates go so well together.

-Thirty five minutes later-

My phone’s singing to me - ‘Crazy underwear
creepin up my butt, crazy underwear always in a rut, crazy
underwear’

It’s James’s ringtone. It’s Phoebe from
Friends singing. The songs remind me of him because of his panty
issues with me and how much he loves Friends. I kind of have a
ringtone fetish. Everyone I talk to regularly has their own
ringtone and sometimes separate text alert tone.

I answer. “Hey James what’s up?”

“We’ve got a problem.” He sounds angry and
very serious.

“Okay? How can I help?” I ask nervously.

“Your drunk boyfriend and his drunken band
mates including Stacy are here at LAX but Johnathan called a
meeting with three different magazines or newspapers to do a piece
on him. So I have three journalists here who are expecting to talk
with him.” He explains.

“Okay. Did he call them to talk when he was
drunk or when he was sober?”

He’d do it either way so I can’t be sure. One
can be bad and the other would be very very bad.

“According to…What’s your name dear?” he asks
someone else. “Melody from People magazine he called this morning
inebriated and they’ve wanted to do a piece on him for a long time.
Stacy is drunk and says go for it. My question is do you want me to
let him do it or do you want to come down here and coral this
animal house? Warning you now … there are five naked women on this
plane, along with a half-naked stewardess and a topless Jasmine.
The pilot is waiting to park the plane in a hangar. But he said he
can leave it here overnight and come back tomorrow. But you’re
their other manager and I can’t order anything because I’m not
authorized to.” He informs.

“I’m not either. I quit remember?”

“Yes, you are, you have to file paperwork to
quit silly woman. Or they have to file it and Johnathan wouldn’t do
that right away. I’m only calling because I have no authority and
the only men who do are both drunk as skunks still sucking back
liquor like they’re twenty one and at a frat party. I had to turn
down the damn music to call you. Which they booed me like a bunch
of five-year-olds. You tell me what to do.”

I know James well enough that he wouldn’t be
calling me if it wasn’t dire need. He’s not that type of person.
Especially, since I’m pregnant. I’m not excited about dealing with
this. But it’s not surprising considering how stupid some of those
texts were from Johnathan.

“Ok I’ll come what do you need me to do? I
know you can’t leave so how am I to get there? I don’t have a car
to drive.”

A bunch of yelling. “Is that her on the
phone?” I hear a male voice ask. “Is it? Will she talk?”

“Go sit back in that plane and shut the fuck
up guys. I’m trying to deal with all of this shit. Go now!” James
yells at them. “Ok, sorry. Yes there’s a car that’s mine. Ok it’s
not a car it’s an old Chevy pickup. It’s on the road in my spot. I
don’t drive it much but the keys are in the first drawer in the
kitchen they have an eagle key chain attached to them. The trucks
white. I’m sure you’ve noticed it before. Can you drive a
truck?”

I laugh into the phone. “James I’m coming and
of course I can. I’ve driven a suburban most of my life.”

“Oh damn a Chevy girl and a truck girl. Who’s
coming bail me out of a mess? A woman after my own heart.” he
laughs. Which is good.I can tell he’s super pissed and
stressed.

“Always am, you know it James.” I tease.

“Well get that backwoods Indiana ass of yours
over here and help me wrangle some gators.” he says trying to be
funny. It sounds silly coming from him but it makes me smile and
laugh a little.

“Ok Tex I’m on my way.” I solute even though
he can’t see me and hang up.

I grab the keys, run into the bedroom, and
throw on a pair of my yoga pants. Then I tug them off and instead
throw on my black cargo pants like dog the bounty hunter wears and
James. They ride super low, so my baby belly doesn’t get squished
which now has two lemons inside. My belly’s grown in just the past
week. I tug on my black Mad Hatter tight t-shirt. Wrap my hair up
in a high sexy pony, lace up my black steel toed boots. Yep, I have
some. What girl doesn’t? Ok, maybe most don’t, but I do. I used
them to move furniture in my apartment so I didn’t drop something
on my toe and break it. I’m overly cautious sometimes.

I grab my purse and out the door I go. I run
around the corner and find the white Chevy. I’ve seen this sitting
here; it’s a big truck with an extended cab and long bed. I fire it
up and Stricken’s Cd is in the player and I leave it.

This drunken thing is some bullshit. But I’ll
have my backup there to help and Davis I’m sure has had his hands
full. If the band keeps it up like this we’re going to make sure
they hire some more bodyguards to keep these boys in check. I’d
hate to know what they’ve been up to since I stopped talking to
Johnathan early Friday morning. They’ve had two and a half days to
create and uproar. Mental note- When I get home check internet for
new Stricken and Johnathan news. I am sure there is going to be
some and it’ll probably be juicy.

I’m pulling into the gate I roll my window
down.

“Hello ma’am may I ask what you are here
for?” the guard asks at his station.

I pull out my manager’s badge and hand it to
him. “I’m here to take care of some drunken imbeciles.”

“You’re Stricken’s manager?” he asks
surprised.

“Yes, one of two and the other one is drunk
on the plane waiting for me to come beat the shit out of him. So if
the cops get called just let them through. I’m sure they’ll be
happy to arrest some drunken assholes.” I shoot him a fake
sarcastic smile.

“Oh yep no problem. You have a nice day now.”
He says and hands me back my pass. I take off and head for the
plane.

I park close but not too close. I don’t need
them using the truck as a play toy. Drunk people do stupid things
with vehicles. James sees me pull up and sprints my way.

“Hey.” He says his face is red. He’s not
happy.

“Hey, so what do you want me to do first?” I
see a lineup of the journalists outside of the plane. They don’t
look pleased. We walk together talking as we near the plane; I can
hear the loud music baring.

“Get rid of the journalists and then we can
wrangle the crew. We’ve got them locked inside for now. It’s not
pretty and you’re going to have do use that sexy bad ass mojo to
wrangle them into submission, I’m afraid.”

I giggle. “My sexy bad ass mojo? What?” I’m
confused. He’s lost me here.

“You know there’s the sweet loving Emily that
I see most of the time. Then there’s the other Emily. The one who
could put a man on his knees in a second and make him obey. “

I shake my head. “If I was that good
Johnathan wouldn’t have done the shit he has.” I comment.

“Yeah, well he’s a tougher nut to crack but
I’m telling you it will work and remember there are females inside
too.”