Rachelle

Thu, 09 Dec 2004 04:24:47 GMT

Your Sexual Flavor Is Vanilla

Sweet, simple, uncomplicated

You go with the flow, and go well with any lover.
You're not a prudish lover but an adaptable one.
A blank canvas, you're willing to be painted with any kink.
As long as it's washed down with some sweet whipped cream.

Secret talent: Pole dancing

What's Your Sexual Flavor?

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Thu, 07 Oct 2004 03:59:16 GMT

What is the name of you next sex partner going to be? by bcbgbaby89
Your name?
Sex?
Your lovers name will be	john
you will have sex in. . . days	98
Break up or marry?	Break Up
you will break up/marry on	May 28, 2011

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Thu, 07 Oct 2004 03:52:11 GMT

Your LJ Prison by redfrog021
Username
Favorite Deadly Sin
You are convicted of	Stalking the Hobbitses
And sentenced to	2 years
Warden	nigelstattoo
Abusive redneck guard	musikgrl
Easy to bribe guard	notoriouss1
Cellmate	jtsbutterfly
Wants to make you their bitch	makeup_gurl111
Drops soap in the shower on purpose	maldeluxx
Works in the laundry and smells people's undies	alannahjoy
Comes to see you for 'conjugal visits'	dolphingodddess

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todays josi result

Sun, 06 Jun 2004 03:55:26 GMT

You are a JoSimentalist.
Get up off the floor, wipe the drool from your
chin, and hit rewind on that remote! ;-)

What kind of JoSi pervert are you?
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Sun, 06 Jun 2004 03:48:01 GMT

You Are Dreamy Sexy!

Your sex appeal stems from your constant dreamlike state.

Not only do you think about fairy tales, you have the ways of a fairy princess.

You're sweet, soft manner attracts similarly dreamy guys

And your natural girly beauty lures all men in, so be discriminating!

What Kind of Sexy Are *You*?

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Sun, 06 Jun 2004 00:47:30 GMT

You Are A Moschino Heart Bag

You're a whimsical, romantic girl with a good does of funky

You've are always in the middle of some adventure, planned or not

Style is something you mastered early on - and you're envied for it

When it comes to you, you're one of a kind ... with many imitators

What Kind of Handbag Are You? Take This Quiz :-)

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Tue, 01 Jun 2004 03:45:09 GMT

You Should Get a Butterfly Tattoo!

Cute, pretty, and somewhat tame

You're more into looking hot than bleeding

Start small! Before long, you'll be colorful in the right places.

What Tattoo Should You Get?

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Mon, 31 May 2004 17:52:01 GMT

Your Sexual Energy is Green!

Your sexual energy is rich, serene, and abundant like the natural world.

You are always feeling your sexual aura flow through you, like a stream.

Rarely do you go anywhere without it.

You seduce people with your luxurious glow.

You do not have to be obvious to express your sexuality.

Others just feel your serene sexual power that resides within.

First dates are a mental dance for you - as you subtly seduce potential lovers.

In bed, you can easily sense your lovers needs and to flow them as needed.

This spiritual click is your primary sexual strength.

However, sometimes you allow your carnal appetite to go too far, and you forget to be cautious.

While it's awesome and totally liberating to release your inner wild woman... watch out!

Sometimes your pheromones may mislead you.

Check out Natalie Portman and Julia Stiles for some green sexual energy guidance.

When it comes to the hot matches, people who have shades of red, yellow, and pink are strong possibilities.

What Color is Your Sexual Energy?

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Mon, 31 May 2004 17:49:26 GMT

Your Passion is Purple!

You're passionate - but more people view you as funky.

You're more about sampling the different flavors of passion...

Not that you don't mind getting swept off your feet.

It's just you need a little someone new every once and a while.

What Color Is Your Passion?

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Mon, 31 May 2004 17:45:20 GMT

Faerie:
Faeries are sweet loving beings who love to help
people. They are not held back by reality and
love to dream and fly around. You probably are
very creative and although not the most popular
person in the world you are probably loved by
many for your sweet caring personality.

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fanfic part 2

Sat, 29 May 2004 03:58:11 GMT

I went up to the door, and explained the problem, saying I’d be right back. I managed to get out to
where Maddy was standing, and said “Ok, what’s the problem.” To the woman who was being rude
and not letting her by. “Well, she’s trying to cut in and doesn’t even have a ticket.” She said.
“Technically I don’t either, but I’ve been inside with the guys. Do you have a ticket?” I asked. “No
but...” She started. “Look. I’m here with John, and she was invited by Simon to join us, so I suggest
you let us back through.” She looked at me like she was planning on starting something, but then
thought better of it when she saw the glare in my eyes and let us through.
“Thanks.” Maddy said when we got in. “No problem.” I said. “I’m really glad you’re here, I’m
really confused about how John is acting.” “What do you mean?” She asked. “Well, to start off
with, I overheard him earlier mention to the guys that he was asking me to join them on the road.”
I began. “That’s great.” Maddy said. “Yeah, but ever since we got here he’s seemed really possessive
of me, we were downstairs in a movie, and he had his hand on my thigh the whole time.” I said.
“Not that I’m complaining that he’s touching me, his hands drive me insane, its just strange to me that
he’s acting this way.” “Anything else different happen to cause this?” She said, as we started looking
for the guys. “Simon’s been a flirt, but from what I can tell, that’s normal.” I said. “Well, maybe
that’s it.” She said. “Maybe this is just his way of letting Simon know that he’s not getting a chance
with you.” “I guess.” I said, then suddenly stopped when I realized we were behind the guys.
“What?” She asked. “Just had to admire something for a minute.” I said, giggling. “Huh?” She
asked, then looked at where my stare was directed, noticing that John was wearing leather pants.
“Never mind, I know what you’re staring at.” “Can’t help it.” I said, before walking up to stand next
to him.
“Good, you made it back in safe.” He said, placing his arm around me. “What was the problem?”
“A jealous rude woman.” I said. “She was upset that Maddy could get in and she couldn’t.” I said.
“What did you say to her?” He asked. “Not much really, just a good glare.” I said. “Normally
works pretty well.” “Good.” He said. “Hi Madeline.” He then said, turning to face her. “Hi.” She
said, looking around at the rest of the guys who had turned to see who had joined them. He
introduced her to the guys, then Andy went to look at a guitar exhibit, and Roger & Nick went to
see a photography display. The remaining four of us decided to go up to check out the video exhibit.
I figured in the skirt I was wearing, I couldn’t sit on the floor like I normally do while checking out
that display, so instead I noticed that John was leaning against the wall, so I stood in front of him and
leaned back against him. He wrapped his arms around me, and started gently caressing my exposed
stomach, but considering there were other people around, I couldn’t have him doing that, so I started
holding his hands as we stood there, just so I wouldn’t do something I’d regret later.
I felt like I was being watched, but every time I looked over at Madeline, she seemed very into her
conversation with Simon. “I need to talk to you for a minute.” John whispered in my ear after a few
minutes. “What about?” I whispered back. “Let’s go someplace with a little more privacy.” He said.
I looked and realized that the other three guys had joined us. He went over to Simon and told him
we were going upstairs. Simon started to get up to join us, and John said “Alone. I need to talk to
her for a few minutes.”
We went upstairs to the peace and quiet of the actual hall of fame, and sat down on a bench. “So
what did you want to talk about?” I asked. “Actually, I wanted to ask you something.” He said.
“I know we just really met yesterday, but I was hoping you’d come along on the road with me. That
is if you didn’t already have plans for your vacation.” “Maddy and I have tickets to Toronto, Detroit
and Chicago to see your next few concerts, but that’s the only definite plans I had.” I said, not
wanting to admit that I had planned on following the whole tour. “I’d love to go along with you
though.” “Great. I’ll get someone to take care of your tickets and everything.” He said. “Keep the
plans with Madeline though, so you won’t get bored with all the press stuff I have to do the next few
days, plus it seems like she is getting along pretty well with Charley, and maybe she could keep him
busy so we can get some time alone, since as you have found out already, he can be a pest.” “I think
she’d go along with that.” I said, mentally reminding myself to call my travel agent to cancel my
flights and hotels after Chicago. “But don’t keep the sleeping arrangements.” He said, giving me that
intense look again. “Because you’ll be staying with me then.”
We started looking at some of the signature panels around the hall and he stayed close to me the
whole time, at one point we started reading some of the lyrics posted around the room, and he stood
directly behind me with his hands gently on my hips. I was absentmindedly running my fingertips
over his hands when we heard Simon’s voice “Is it safe to come up or are we interrupting
something?” “It’s ok.” John said, not moving away from me as we were suddenly surrounded.
The whole group looked around at the names on the walls until a voice called up that they were
opening the doors in fifteen minutes. We quickly headed downstairs to the door of the dressing area
with the band, then after a not so quick goodbye kiss from John, I followed Madeline to the stage
area to find a good place to stand to watch the show. “What was going on upstairs?” She asked.
“What do you mean?” I asked. “He asked me to go on the road with him, and I accepted, nothing
else really happened.” “Not that, I mean how close you guys were.” She said. “See what I mean.”
I said. “I told you earlier that he was acting like that.” “That’s not what I meant.” She said, “Not
just how he’s being, but how you’re allowing it.” “I don’t know why.” I said. “I can’t explain it,
but I just feel so close to him already. Almost forgot, hope you don’t mind, but I asked him to come
along to Mansfield tonight.” “No, I don’t mind, but I might feel a bit left out considering what I was
noticing upstairs and in the video exhibit.” She said. “Want me to see if Simon will come along so
you wont feel left out?” I asked innocently. “I guess.” She said, pretending to be annoyed with the
idea.
The doors opened about the same time Maddy’s cell phone started ringing. I wasn’t paying attention
to her conversation, deep in thought about the idea of actually traveling with John, so while it was
on my mind I got out my cell phone and called my travel agent, canceling the part of my trip past
Chicago. Luckily, he didn’t ask too many questions because I still had no idea how to answer
questions about what was going on between me & John. I got off my phone in time to hear Maddy
say “Of course we’ll save you guys spots.” Before she ended her call. “Who was that?” I asked.
“Remember Jessie and Miranda, the girls we talked to last night?” She asked. “Yes,” I said cautiously.
“I ran into them outside, and after I said I was getting in here early, they asked if we could save them
spots.” She replied. ‘Ok.” I said. “I’m just still unable to believe everything that has happened in
less than 12 hours.” “I know.” She said.
Just then my phone buzzed that I had an e-mail. I opened it, and found a picture taken of me with
John while we were up in the video exhibit. “When did you take this?” I asked, knowing Maddy
was the guilty party. “You were so into him upstairs that I knew you wouldn’t realize I took that.”
She said. “Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask, was the leather pants your idea?” I didn’t have time to
answer that when I heard a voice close behind me say “Please tell me that it’s John wearing leather
pants.” “Yes.” Maddy said. “And little miss innocent over here had something to do with it I think.”
“Is that right Ashlyn?” Jessie asked. “Yes.” I said, thinking back to the conversation this morning and
deciding it was ok to at least share part of it, just omitting the part that I was in the shower and he
was not dressed either at the time. “He asked my opinion earlier, whether he should wear jeans or
leather pants, so of course I said the leather pants.” “Wow.” They both said together. I kept
sneaking looks at the photo Maddy sent to my cell phone, then Miranda took my phone from me,
to see what I had been staring at. “I guess you weren’t kidding that she’s with him.” She said to
Maddy. “She didn’t even know I took that.” Maddy said. “I have one more to surprise her with
too.” “Ok, quit talking about me like I’m not here.” I said. “And what is that about another picture?
I don’t remember you taking any pictures.” “I know.” Maddy replied. “Believe me you wouldn’t
have seen me take this one, considering how ‘attached’ you were to him.” “You didn’t.” I said.
Maddy just gave me an innocent look, and said “Now check your mail.” I looked, and said “I can’t
believe you did that.” “Why not?” She asked. “Thought you might want to remember a moment
like that. I have to admit though, that was the first time in a long time you’ve let anyone kiss you
like that in public.” “I can’t help myself.” I admitted. “I honestly can’t stop kissing him. He caught
me staring at him when we got stuck in the lift last night, and asked me what I wanted. I told him
the truth, I wanted him to kiss me. Ever since then, it’s like I just can’t stop kissing him.” “The lift.”
Maddy said with a knowing smirk. Jessie and Miranda just looked at me in amazement, then I
showed them the picture Maddy had just sent, not really wanting to brag, but knowing they
wondered what we were talking about. “Guess you weren’t kidding.” Jessie said, “I still can’t
believe he was at the Hard Rock and we didn’t go over to him. I just thought he was a look-alike,
even though you guys said he wasn’t. I just wish we could have met any of them.”
The show started about then before I had a chance to say anything, this time opening with just Nick
on the stage, then Simon coming out beginning the song “Make Me Smile.” before being joined by
the rest of the group. They played mostly different songs from the night before, including a new song
called ‘Virus’ that had a short bass solo in it that John was really getting into, but then Simon
announced “Now here’s one for all the new lovers out there, because when you come, you come
undone.” John winked at me when that was said, and they played ‘Come Undone’ which affected
me the same way it did the night before. They finished with one or two more songs, then the
concert was over. Maddy and I stood there wondering for a moment what we were to do next and
talking to Jessie and Miranda, when my cell rang. They both noticed that my ringtone was Rio, and
commented on it as I answered. “Hello?” “Thought you’d be back here by now.” John said. “We
didn’t know what we were supposed to do.” I admitted. “Well, come on back, we’ll head to the
hotel, get changed then head off for that haunted house.” “Ok.” I said, getting off the phone. “I
guess we’re supposed to go back now.” I said to Maddy. “I hate to do this, but I want to go get my
stuff from Matt’s house before he gets home from work.” She said. “Alright.” I said. “I have to
drive the guys back to the hotel, so do you want to meet at the house around 5:30 or so before
heading to Mansfield?” I asked. “Sounds good, and no, I’m not driving so you can make out in the
back.” “Would I do something like that?” I asked, trying to get the most innocent look on my face.
“With him? Yes.” She said, walking towards the exit. “Cool ringtone.” Jessie said. “Its one of my
favorite songs.” I admitted. “I’m a dancer, and that is my stage name, plus my license plate on my
Escalade is ‘rio’” trying to give them a hint on how they could possibly get to meet the guys, because
I know they heard me mention I was giving them a ride to the hotel. “I’ve wanted a Black Escalade
for a few years, what color is yours?” Miranda asked. “Black.” I said. “Are you suggesting what I
think you are?” Jessie asked. “Maybe.” I said cryptically. “I’m parked in the deck downstairs if you
want to check it out.”
I said my goodbyes to my new friends, hoping the guys wouldn’t mind possibly being found out by
a couple of fans. John met me at the backstage door, pulling me into the dressing area, and asked
me if I minded if the rest of the guys tagged along to the haunted house. “I don’t mind, I actually was
going to ask Simon to join us so Maddy wouldn’t feel left out.” I said. “Good.” He said. “And no,
Maddy won’t drive so we can fool around.” I said. “Too bad.” He said. I reached up and wrapped
my arms around his neck and kissed him again, allowing him to press me up against the wall,
knowing the other guys were most likely busy elsewhere. “Alright you guys, get a room.” I heard
Simon call out as he walked over to us. “Now what.” John said. “Just wondered if you were ready
to go.” He asked. “I am if you guys are.” I said. “Now what is this about a haunted house?” He
asked, putting his arm around my shoulders, and walking out of the room with me. I looked back
at John, helpless, and he just shrugged his shoulders before following. “Well, it’s a haunted prison
actually. The building itself is over 100 years old, and pretty creepy in the daytime, let alone trying
to find your way around it in the dark.” I said. “Sounds interesting.” He said. John came up on my
other side, and wrapped an arm around my waist as we all got into the elevator to head down to
the car.
We exited the elevator, and John kept his arm around me as we walked to my car. I was still
comfortable enough with him to allow this, despite the other guys there. We were getting close to
the car when I noticed Jessie & Miranda walking towards us. I quickly explained to him the situation
and he said they wouldn’t mind as long as a huge crowd didn’t show up.
They signed some autographs and posed for pictures for a few minutes, then we all got into my car
and headed back to the hotel. Once we got into his room, he announced that he was going to get
a quick shower, and wanted me to come in and keep him company. “Ok, let me grab a soda out of
the fridge, and I’ll be right in.” I said. I got a can of Coke, then walked into the bathroom, downing
half the can on the way. I hopped up onto the counter, and said “I really liked the new songs.” “Did
you like one better than the other one?” He asked. “I liked Virus.” I said. “And I really liked
watching you play that one.” “Really.” He said. “Yes. I also liked Beautiful Colours last night.”
He got out of the shower and saw me perched on the edge of the counter. “I was hoping you would
have joined me, since you’ve been driving me insane with that outfit all morning.” He said, stopping
right in front of me. “Oh.” I said, I couldn’t say any more before he tangled one hand in my hair
and kissed me roughly. After recovering from my momentary shock then returned his kiss, wrapping
my legs around his, pulling him against me. We kissed for a few minutes, then he pulled my head
back and slowly began kissing and gently nipping his way down my throat, towards the top of my
shirt. I tried to get off the counter so we could move to the bedroom, but he wouldn’t let me, saying
“Stay right there. You’re right where I want you.” Something in the tone of his voice made me
realize he was serious, and I began to wonder just what I was in for.
He started to unfasten the tiny buttons on my shirt, but quickly became frustrated and just pulled my
shirt open, causing buttons to fly across the room. I quickly drew a breath, and he looked deep into
my eyes, before opening my shirt, and unclasping my bra. He then bent down a bit to run his tongue
over my nipples, driving me insane in just seconds. At the same time, he slid one hand up my skirt
and under my already damp thong. He looked at me with a devilish sparkle in his eyes when he felt
how ready I was for him already. “I need you.” He whispered. “Right here, right now.” I didn’t
know how to answer him, but no words were necessary as he slipped my thong to the side and
quickly and forcefully entered me. He gave me a second to get used to him, but then placed my legs
back around him as he thrust deep into me. I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him to me
to kiss him yet again. He continued slowly thrusting slowly into me, and I found myself quickly
reaching my peak. He followed soon after, then released my legs, and kissed me gently before
helping me off the counter. “You know, if you keep wearing outfits like this, it’s going to be an
interesting tour, because I can’t keep my hands off of you.” He said. I couldn’t think up a good reply
to that, so I just ended up blushing.
We both went into the bedroom, and he said “We better hurry and get ready, the guys will be here
any minute.” “Ok.” I said. “Can I borrow a shirt, because this one is done for.” “Sorry about that,
just got a little carried away.” He said, handing me a shirt. “It’s ok.” I said, putting the shirt on. “I
really didn’t mind.” I blushed a little when I said that, but he didn’t catch that part of my reaction.
I buttoned the shirt he gave me, and realized that it covered my entire skirt, but as I was debating
how to remedy that problem I heard a knock on the door. “Can you let them know I’m almost
ready?” He said, going back into the bathroom to dry his hair.
I went into the other room and answered the door, inviting the guys in, saying “He’s almost ready.”
As I started back into the other room to try to figure out what to do with his shirt so it didn’t appear
that was all I was wearing I heard Simon comment to one of the others. “I know why he’s not ready
yet.” Then to me “What happened to your shirt Ashlyn?” “Had a little button problem.” I said.
“What kind of problem?” He asked. “Well, about half of them are currently on the bathroom floor.”
I said, tying up the shirt so my skirt was showing. “Do I even want to know?” He asked.
“Probably.” I said, “But I’m not telling.” I walked back into the bedroom to get my shoes and purse,
and found that John was just about ready, so I waited for him, then we went back into the living
room, got the rest of the guys and headed down to the parking garage.
“So Ashlyn. Is Madeline a dancer too?” Simon asked. “She used to be.” I began. “She still does
occasionally, but mostly she runs one of our two clubs.” “Your two clubs?” He said, sounding a little
amazed. “It’s a somewhat long story, but about 10 years ago, our boss was harassing the two of us,
and we ended up suing him over it, and ended up with both of his clubs, which we have turned into
the top two ‘gentlemen’s clubs’ in the area.” I said. “We each run one of them primarily, but know
everything going on at both of them. We both help with choreography, I still dance, but nowhere
close to as much as I used to, and she rarely does, but I think that is because of Matt.” “Who’s he?”
He asked. “As of about 4am today, her ex. They’ve been having problems for ages, and last night
she went to the Hard Rock Café with me before going home, and he started accusing her of stuff.
I guess she finally got tired of it.” I said. “But really, that’s not my place to tell you.”
The conversation turned to lighter subjects as we headed to my house, about the tour, and all the
stops they would be making, the fact that they sold out three nights in Chicago had them debating
what songs to do each night so they wouldn’t disappoint the fans who managed to get tickets for
multiple nights. I just listened to the discussion, refraining from mentioning some of the more obscure
songs that they had done that were favorites of mine. I suddenly realized that I hadn’t finished
packing, and mentally made a list of what I needed to toss in my suitcase, since my wardrobe would
need to be different than my ‘I hope he notices me’ outfits.
We arrived at my house, and decided to order a pizza for dinner before heading to the haunted
house. After giving the guys a quick tour of the first floor and showing off my view of the lake, I
went upstairs to change clothes and pack, since John had already said he wanted me to stay with him
at the hotel that night. I told them to pick out a movie to watch and I’d be right back. I had only
been upstairs for a couple of minutes, and was still debating what to wear that evening, when I heard
a light knock on the door. “It’s open.” I called out, lost in the depths of my walk in closet. “Just
wondered if you needed some help.” I heard John say from the bedroom. I momentarily hoped I
hadn’t left anything embarrassing out, then said “I just realized on the way here that I hadn’t finished
packing, and wanted to finish before we left.” I walked out of my closet and saw him looking at my
DVD collection, which had all of his movies, then he noticed my promotional poster for ‘Vegas: City
Of Dreams’ on the wall. “Why that movie?” He commented. “That had to be the worst one I did.”
“It wasn’t that bad, plus I happened to be in Vegas when you were filming that, and got to be an
extra.” I said. “Why don’t I remember you then?” He said. “I was just one of the dancers in the
background at the strip club, but I really wouldn’t have minded playing the role of Michelle. That
scene when you had her tied to the bed was really hot” I said, waiting to see if he said anything. He
gave me a quick look, so I clarified myself by saying “Without the knife though.”
I left him sitting on the bed, and went back to the task of packing, as difficult as it was, until he snuck
up behind me and whispered in my ear “If you ever want to re-enact that scene, I’d be more than
willing to.” I spun to face him, and he then said “Without the knife of course.” “Of course.” I said,
before I quickly finished packing, then put on a pair of jeans and was debating what shirt to wear,
but then asked him if he minded if I continued wearing his. He didn’t care, so I went back out to
where he was and sat down on the bed next to him.
“All packed?” He asked. “Yes. And I know, nothing like waiting until the last minute.” I said. “I
wasn’t going to say that.” He said, running a hand through my hair. “You know, if you start doing
that, we’re never going to get to that haunted house.” I said, not completely wanting him to stop.
“Now would that be such a bad thing?” He said, not stopping. “If there weren’t four people
downstairs right now it wouldn’t be. I said, taking hold of his hand. “And Maddy would kill me if
I backed out now.” “Alright, I guess I’ll behave.” He said, taking my hand and gently kissing the back
of it.
I heard the doorbell ring, signifying the arrival of dinner, but as soon as I got up, a voice called up
“I got it.” So I sat back down on the bed, still trying to figure out exactly what I was doing. I realized
in a flash that I was in the process of living out a long time fantasy, so I should just go along with
anything that happened. I knew that there wasn’t enough time to really get into anything, but I still
craved some sort of physical contact with him.
“Are you ready for the insanity of the tour?” He asked, breaking my thoughts. “I think so.” I said,
really glad I didn’t have to mention that I had been planning on following the whole tour. “I think
its going to be fun though.” I leaned over and kissed him again, quickly this time, but when I backed
away, he leaned over to me and kissed me, lying me back on the bed as he did so. I tangled both
hands in his hair as we kissed, and all thoughts of hurrying downstairs for pizza left my mind.
Downstairs.....
Maddy arrived home as the pizza delivery guy was leaving and thought to herself “Good. She
ordered dinner, which means I won’t walk in on anything.” As she walked into the house.
Maddy entered the living room and found the four guys sitting around eating pizza, but noticed
Ashlyn and John were both missing. “Ok, I’m confused.” She said. “Where’s Ashlyn?” “Upstairs
packing.” Nick said. “Alright. But what’s really confusing me is that all you guys are here, but John
isn’t.” She said. “He’s up with Ashlyn.” Simon replied. “Great. Now we’re never going to get out
of here.” She said. “I’ll gladly go interrupt them.” Simon offered. “Then we really wouldn’t get out
of here.” Maddy said. “Now why do you say that?” He asked, trying to achieve an innocent look,
but failing miserably. “Your reputation precedes you.” Maddy said, “I guess I’ll go up and get them.
Won’t be the first time I’ve walked in on her.” She then headed upstairs, wondering what she was
about to walk in on.
Back Upstairs....
We were just lying on the bed talking, when he mentioned that he would like to see my do my full
routine to ‘The Chauffeur’ just once for him. I asked him if he wanted me to call the club to see if
one of the private rooms were open later on that evening so I could show him, and he said “Maybe
later.” “Ok.” I said. “I really want to show you, I could do it here, but I don’t have the lighting
setup like at the club.” “Sounds like a good idea if we get back in time.” He said just as there was
a light knock on the door.
“It’s safe.” He said. Maddy stuck her head in the room and said “I almost thought it wouldn’t be,
with you two alone up here.” “I was just finishing packing, then we’ve been talking.” I said. “I guess
it was a little too quiet for what I thought was going on.” She said. “What happened to that cute
shirt you had on earlier?” “You’re the second person to ask me that. I had a little button problem.”
I said. “What kind of button problem, or do I even want to know?” She said. “About half of them
are on the floor of the hotel bathroom.” I began. “Never mind.” She said, even though I could tell
she was dying to ask what happened, but wouldn’t with him there.
We went downstairs for dinner, then got into my car to head to Mansfield. Maddy sat behind me
helping with directions, and we arrived without getting lost. We started looking around outside, and
Nick started taking pictures. John and I managed to wander away for a few minutes while Maddy
and Simon went to get the tickets.
“So, do you want me to show you that routine?” I asked. “Ok.” He said, so I called the club to
reserve a private room. I had several rooms open that evening, so I reserved one then quickly got
off the phone as the rest of our group joined us.
We all got in line, and had strange feelings while looking at one window of the building. We finally
got inside, and began finding our way through the darkened prison. I found myself clinging to John
most of the time because of the creepiness of the building.
After wandering for half an hour, we found our way to the exit. We decided to get a quick snack
before hitting the road since we noticed the carnival like atmosphere outside the building. We picked
out a few funnel cakes, then sat down at a picnic table to eat.
We got into the car to head back, and since it was still early, the guys started discussing how to spend
the rest of the evening. John made the mistake of mentioning that I was taking him to the club to
show him my routine to their song, so they all decided that they wanted to tag along. I reluctantly
agreed, so we headed to the club.
After getting them settled into the private room, I made Maddy come along to my office with me
to calm me down as I changed, since I was in a panic over performing for all five of them. I decided
to modify the routine to end up in a bra and thong instead of ending up either topless or completely
nude as was my original plan for just showing John the routine.
Maddy was able to calm me down, then she went out to join the guys as I prepared myself. I
stepped to the edge of the curtain, then heard the opening notes of the song, so I nervously stepped
though the curtain, sitting in the chair to begin my routine. I managed to block out everyone
watching except for John, and found myself becoming extremely aroused while dancing for him.
Afterwards, I went back to my office, slipping a robe on as I walked down the hallway. A few girls
I passed were surprised I was there. I reminded them that I wasn’t really there as I ducked into my
office. I didn’t even have time to start changing before my phone started ringing. I took the call,
ending it as quickly as humanly possible while I debated a solution to my condition. I was alternately
debating getting John to come back to my office to help me, or just take care of the situation myself.
I decided to try to solve the problem alone, figuring that I could quickly take care of myself, then
dress and go meet everyone. I reached my hand down to begin lightly caressing myself when I heard
a knock on my door. “I’m not here.” I called out, moving my hand quickly as the door opened.
“What’s wrong?” Maddy asked, sticking her head in. “I’m tired of being interrupted.” I said,
explaining about the call. “Well, I doubt you’ll mind this interruption.” She said, opening the door
further, so I saw John standing behind her. “You’re right.” I said. “He can interrupt me anytime.”
He came into the room, and Maddy said “I’ll make sure they know to not transfer any more calls
back here, if they want to keep their jobs.” She then closed the door, leaving us alone in my office.
“Well.” I said, trying to get his reaction to my routine. “Absolutely amazing.” He said, walking
across my office to stand next to me. “I honestly wasn’t sure what to expect when you said you used
that version of the song, but I really liked that.” I stood up in front of him and said “I usually go a
little further undressing, but I wasn’t sure if I should with the guys here.” “Believe me, I don’t think
they would have minded.” He said, gently running a hand along my cheek. I shivered at that light
caress, and could tell he was amused at my reaction to him. I wrapped my arms around him, holding
him close for a minute, before telling him “Why don’t you sit down on the couch, I have something
to show you.” “Oh really.” He said, arching an eyebrow. “Does it have anything to do with what
you were doing before I came in here?” “No, it has nothing to do with my being bothered by my
phone ringing.” I said, wondering if he knew what I was truly doing before he entered. “That’s not
what I meant.” He said, watching my reaction. “Just sit back and relax.” I said, walking over to my
cd player, putting a disc in with slow songs.
The first song to play was “Slave to Love” off the ‘Nine and a Half Weeks’ soundtrack, so I thought
that would be a good song to help me to relieve some of my frustrations. I didn’t want to appear
too anxious though, so I slowly walked back across my office to where he was sitting on the couch.
“So what did the other guys think?” I asked. “They loved it, you even managed to get Charlie to
be quiet for a few minutes.” He said. “Good.” I said. “I was hoping that they’d like it. I was really
nervous though.” I slowly lowered myself onto his lap as I said this, looking him right in the eyes.
“There was no reason to be nervous.” He said, watching me closely. “I guess so.” I said, needing
to have physical contact with him. “It’s been so long since dancing has affected me this way.” I
whispered. “What way is that?” He asked. “I just got so turned on performing for you.” I admitted,
unable to look him in the eyes. “No need to be embarrassed love, you danced for me before when
we were on the computer.” He said, placing a hand under my chin, and tilting my head so I’d look
at him. “And I think we both remember what happened after you did that.” “Yes.” I whispered,
completely melting at the sound of his voice. I finally gave in to temptation, and kissed him, hoping
he would allow me to take control just this once. The music changed to Avalon, which I knew was
one of his favorite songs, and when we stopped kissing long enough to catch a breath, he commented
“You really know how to get to me, don’t you.” “I love this song, I’ve had this little fantasy for years
involving you and this song.” I said teasingly. “I’m not stopping you.” He said. “Do whatever you
want.”
I had so many thoughts of how to respond running through my brain, but I didn’t say any of them,
just leaned forward and kissed him again, rocking my lower body against him. I allowed him to
unhook the clasp at the front of my bra as we kissed, still craving his touch. “What do you want
love?” He whispered in my ear, gently nipping my earlobe after asking. “You.” I whispered, before
kissing him again. I ran my hands down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt, and working my way to the
waistband of his jeans, hoping he meant that I could have my way. I slid off his lap to kneel on the
floor in front of him as I slowly unbuttoned his pants. I looked up at him with pure lust in my eyes,
I could tell he was considering protesting what I was about to do, but didn’t say a thing when he saw
the desire in my eyes.

jt fanfiction

Sat, 29 May 2004 03:55:20 GMT

going to try this again, hopefully it will work right this time

Jtstigger: So JT, when is that trip again?
JT69: Next week, I’ll be up your way from Thursday morning, until Saturday morning. Still want
to get together?
Jtstigger: Of course, but what time Thursday? I’m going to a concert at 7:30.
JT69: Well, how about 11 then? And where do you want to meet?
Jtstigger: 11 sounds good. How about the Hard Rock Café?
JT69: How close is that to the Renaissance Cleveland Hotel?
Jtstigger: Same building. That where you’re staying?
JT69: I’m pretty sure that’s where I’m staying, I actually forget, since I’m getting ready to do quite
a bit of traveling. But the Hard Rock sounds good, have something to eat & talk some.
Jtstigger: I’m looking forward to finally meeting you as much as I’m looking forward to the
concert.
JT69: That’s right, you’re going to the Duran concert. What songs do you want to hear?
Jtstigger: My favorite one probably wont get played, but that’s ok.
JT69: What song is it?
Jtstigger: My recent favorite is ‘Come Undone’, but my all time favorite is ‘The Chauffeur’
JT69: interesting choices.
Jtstigger: Well, I sometimes use it when I dance, and its caused some interesting dreams &
fantasies, so it’s a favorite.
JT69: Care to share the fantasies?
Jtstigger: Maybe another time. I think the one thing that would totally floor me is if John sang
Immortal or Such a Good Lover, of course that would really cause other issues, something along
the lines of what happens when I hear ‘The Chauffeur’.
JT69: Why those songs?
Jtstigger: they’re my favorites of his solo stuff, I’m actually listening to that cd right now. I drive
my best friend crazy sometimes when I get on a kick about a song.
JT69: LOL ;)
Jtstigger: I can’t believe how late its getting, I better get off to bed.
JT69: Same here Ashlyn, Plus my daughter needs to use the computer to look up something for
school tomorrow.
I logged off the computer and went straight to bed, my head spinning with thoughts of how I’d
react if they did play “The Chauffeur” at the concert. I knew “Come Undone” would get to me,
but if my favorite was played, my Internet pal would be in deep trouble.
John & I talked pretty much every night up until the night before he was due to arrive in town. It
was a little later than usual when I logged into my computer. I was barely online when a message
popped up.
JT69: About time you get online.
Jtstigger: I did a set at the club tonight.
JT69: What songs did you use?
Jtstigger: Since my stage name is Rio, I came out to John’s version of Rio, then went into
Watching the Detectives. I use that one alot, but I use the Chauffeur more.
JT69: I think I’d like to see these routines. Want me to call you tomorrow when I get in town?
Jtstigger: Ok, I’ll be at work, but I’ll check my voice mail when I get a break. I’ll probably go to
lunch at noon though.
JT69: I’ll try to call then, and we’ll finally get to meet tomorrow night.
Jtstigger: I’m really looking forward to it, I cant wait to meet you.
JT69: I wish I was there with you now.
Jtstigger: Why’s that? Would you tuck me in? *evil grin*
JT69: Something like that. ;p
Jtstigger: You know, if this keeps up, tomorrow is going to be interesting.
JT69: I’ll make sure of that. Hate to run off on you, but my flight is way too early for me
tomorrow.
Jtstigger: That’s ok, I need to get sleep tonight too.
JT69: Goodnight, Ashlyn, I’ll see you tomorrow night.
Jtstigger: Night John.
I got offline and headed to bed again, my thoughts alternating between the concert and the
thought of finally meeting my online friend. I never thought chatting with someone could be so
stimulating, so to speak, as he was the only man to be able to convince me to cyber with him,
and I actually found myself enjoying it. Madeline teased me incessantly about it, but allowed me
my playtime with my friend. She was going to the concert with me, and then waiting with me at
the Hard Rock to make sure I was safe before she headed home.
I waited at lunch the next day for my cell phone to ring, but it never did. I was halfway thinking
that he forgot about me until my next chance to take a break, when I immediately had a voice
mail notification the minute I turned my phone on. “Hello Ashlyn, I’m sorry I missed you, I’m
still really looking forward to tonight though. Hope you have fun at your concert, I guess I’ll just
have to wait until later to finally really get to talk to you. I’ll try to call later on if I can get away
for a few minutes. Oh, is this from the song you mentioned? ‘You’re such a good lover, you make
me work. It’s so fulfilling to put you first. Such inspiration to climb inside your bed of roses and let Johnny
ride.’ Hope you liked that, I’ll talk to you later on.”
I saved the message, thinking “Oh my god, he knows the song ‘Such a good Lover” and as a side
thought, “I thought he said he’s from California.” After I heard his distinctly British accent on the
message. I called Maddy, and told her to call my cell phone & check my voice mail. She did,
then almost immediately called me back, saying “Wow, he knows the song you’ve been driving
me crazy with, and didn’t you say he is from California?” “That’s what he told me.” I said.
“Obviously not originally though. Is it just me or does his voice sound extremely familiar?”
“Yeah it does.” She said. “Cant place it though.” “Me neither.” I said “Still want to meet at 5?”
I asked her, realizing I better get back to going over the final details with my assistant so I could
take the next month or so off and not worry. “That sounds great.” She said “See you then.”
I went back to my desk and stumbled through the rest of the afternoon, lost in oblivion about
how sexy my friend actually sounded on his message, and the fact that he knew “Such a Good
Lover” which I absolutely love, especially the line he sang to me.
I hurried and met Madeline at our other club and we headed north to the concert hall. “As long
as I’m on John’s side of the stage I’ll be happy.” I said, when we finally got into the theater. We
immediately found our way to the front of the stage, using our lack of height to our advantage,
making our way to the front row, left side of the stage, directly in front of where John Taylor was
going to be standing. I was leaning against the stage, facing my friend, when my cell phone
started ringing, appropriately playing “Rio.”
“Hello?” I said, not recognizing the number on the display. “Finally, I get to hear your voice.” A
male voice says “Surprised you answered the phone at the concert though.” “Hasn’t started yet.”
I said, mouthing “It’s John” to my friend. “You know, I just thought of something. You’ve seen a
picture of me, but yet, I still have no clue what you look like. And I thought you told me you
were from California.” I said. “I live there now, but I was born in Birmingham. You’ll find out
soon enough what I look like, love, let me know what you’re wearing, so I’ll be able to find you
later.” He said. “Well, I’m wearing a short black skirt, and black velvet top.” I said. “Get good
seats for the concert?” He then asked. “Right by the stage.” I said. “Center stage?” He asked,
jokingly, knowing of my obsession with a certain bass guitarist. “Of course not, left of center,
right in front of the microphone.” “Hey JT, lets go.” I hear a voice in the background say.
“Love, I have to go, I’ll see you in a few hours.” He said. “Ok, I said, see you then.” I said,
hanging up my cell phone, and slipping it into my purse.
“Why the confused look?” Maddy asked. “He kept calling me love.” I said. “I think that is pretty
common in England.” She stated right before the lights dimmed and the fans started screaming
giving me no time to say that I figured out that he sounds a lot like John Taylor. “But there is no
way that I could be that lucky.” I thought to myself. The band came out, lining up at the front
of the stage, before taking their customary places, opening with “Friends of Mine.” They
continued through several more songs, and Madeline elbowed my arm rather hard right at the
beginning of “Come Undone.” “Did you see that little smirk you just got?” She asked me. “There
is no way that was intended for me.” I said, losing myself in the rhythm of the song, and my
continuing fantasies of the bass player in front of me. It was strange how I occasionally thought
of my online friend I was going to meet at the same time, I was almost confused as to who I was
daydreaming about. “And now, a little something from Rio.” John said, and it was almost like
he was looking directly at me and winked at me when he said Rio. “It couldn’t be.” I thought to
myself, “There is absolutely no way I could be that lucky.” I lost all train of coherent thought
though when I heard the opening bars of “The Chauffeur.” “There is absolutely no way they’re
playing this.” I said to Maddy. “Well if you’re imagining it, so am I.” She said, grabbing my arm.
I was even more surprised when Simon knelt down on the edge of the stage in front of me,
reaching for my hand, to sing part of the song to me. I continued screaming and cheering
throughout the rest of the show. The band touched hands with everyone in the front that they
could reach, so of course, I about lost my mind getting to touch my idol.
Maddy & I drove separately to the Hard Rock, chatting on our cell phones the whole way across
downtown Cleveland. “Look, if he’s trouble, I’m not going anywhere.” She said, being the ever
protective friend. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.” I said. “I’ve seen some of the conversations you have
had with him, and considering the mood you’re in after hearing ‘The Chauffeur’, I think i better
stick around and make sure you’ll be ok.” She said. “Yes mom.” I said laughing. “Or maybe, I
should stick around for his safety.” She said. I just glared at her, as the elevator reached our level.
We went into the Hard Rock, and found seats by the window. I was alternately going on and on
about the concert, and how hot my friend sounded on the phone. “So tell me what all you know
about him so we know who to look for.” Maddy said. “Well, he’s 43, and as I just found out this
afternoon, from England, but he lives in Anaheim now. He said he’s rather tall, maybe 6'1" or
something like that. He has a daughter, named after a city, and for the life of me I can’t
remember her name.” I said. Maddy thought about this for a minute then asked “What does he
do?” “I’m not sure exactly what he does, but it involves traveling. And I know he plays the bass.
That one time we had the webcams on I told him that his hands looked like he played guitar, and
he said that he played bass. And he knows the words to ‘Such a Good Lover”.” I said. She
seemed to contemplate what I had just told her for a minute, then said “You know what it sounds
like you’re telling me, don’t you.” “Yes, but you know I’m never that lucky.” I said. “Who
knows, I saw all the looks you were getting throughout the entire concert, and that wink before
‘The Chauffeur.” She said. “Besides, isn’t it awfully convenient that your online friend is in town
the same night as Duran?” “Still. I am never that lucky.” I said.
“Wow.” Madeline exclaimed suddenly. “Huh?” I said, lost in another fantasy. “Look at Mr. GQ
over there at the bar. Wonder if that’s him.” She said. “I couldn’t be that lucky.” I said as I
turned to look. I couldn’t clearly see his face, but from what I could see, I was hoping she was
right. “Its obvious he’s not from around here.” She said. “Why do you say that?” I asked.
“Think about it, when is the last time you saw a guy around here that looks that good when he
goes out.” She said. “In fact, I think I might just go over and introduce myself.” “Whatever.
Bring me a drink while you’re at it, because I believe I’ve been stood up.” I said. “Would you
quit being so negative. He’ll be here, you did say he was working, and it’s not even 11 yet.”
Maddy said, getting up and heading over to the bar. I watched her walk right up to the guy at
the bar, and only caught a bit of his profile as they started talking before I turned to look out the
window. “Of course. Once again, I’m stood up, and she ends up with the hottest guy in the
place.” I thought to myself, really wondering when I was going to learn about guys. I had been
so afraid to get seriously involved again after the last guy I was seriously involved with decided to
turn his mental abuse physical and hit me a few times. I had actually found myself after that with
a procession of much younger men, only involved with them for the physical part of the
relationship, despite how unsatisfied I was, I continued down that path, sticking with younger
guys, if only to prove to myself that I could. I unconsciously put up this wall around myself and
was afraid to let anyone in. I had just hoped that my internet friend would possibly be the one to
help me over this. I already felt a closeness to him that I hadn’t felt in a long time, and I hoped
that it would stay that way after meeting face to face.
At the Bar.......
“Hi.” Madeline said. “I’m Madeline.”
“Hi, I’m John.” The stranger said, starting to turn away, but then thinking again. “Is there any
chance your friend’s name is Ashlyn?”
“Yes.” Maddy said cautiously, then suddenly realized who she was talking to. “Are you her
online friend?” She asked, realizing that their train of thought was correct, and wondering if
Ashlyn’s sixteen year fantasy could become reality.
“Guilty.” He said, with an irresistible smile.
“Does she know.” Maddy began, not knowing how to actually ask the question she had on her
mind.
“Who I really am?” He finished for her. “No, she doesn’t. Do you think she’ll be mad at me for
not telling her?”
“Very doubtful.” Maddy said. “I might have to pick her up off the floor from her reaction, but I
think she’ll be very happy.”
“I was watching her during the show.” He admitted, “She looked like she was having fun.”
“She was.” Maddy said. “In fact we both were. I have to ask though, was ‘The Chauffeur’ for
Ashlyn?”
“Yes.” He replied guiltily. “I asked her a week or so ago what her favorite song was, and that is
what she said. She also mentioned some fantasies that song has caused. Do you know anything
about that?”
“Yes, and she would kill me if I told.” Maddy said, finally catching the bartender’s attention and
ordering two double shots of Rumplemintz. “Can I get you a drink?” She asked him before the
bartender walked off. “I don’t really drink anymore.” He said. “Oops, sorry.” Maddy said,
halfway embarrassed. “Its ok, there’s a lot of things I don’t do anymore, and I have to admit your
friend helped distract me some when we started talking, and I was wanting to go back to my old
habits.” He said. Maddy didn’t say anything, recalling stories of his wild past. The bartender
brought the shots, and John insisted on paying for them, saying he’d be over to meet Ashlyn in a
minute.
Madeline came back to the table, setting my shot in front of me saying “Drink up, you’ll need it.”
I gave her a confused look, and she said “I just met your friend.” “Oh great.” I said, “If you’re
telling me to drink up, that must mean I managed to find myself a loser.” Maddy didn’t say
anything, because as soon as I took my shot, I felt a gentle hand on my back, and a voice whisper
in my ear “Hello Ashlyn.” I was almost sure I had heard that voice already that day besides my
message earlier that afternoon. I noticed the little smirk on Maddy’s face, then realized that the
GQ looking guy at the bar was probably my date, before I actually turned around to see him.
I slowly turned around on my stool, and looked up into the dark brown eyes of John Taylor.
“I’m glad to finally meet you face to face.” He said, as I just stared in amazement. “I....” I
stammered, unable to find the words to say what I was thinking. “You’re....you’re....you.” “Ok.”
He said, halfway laughing at my reaction. “I guess I forgot to mention that I’m kinda famous,
didn’t I.” “Kinda famous?” I said, raising my eyebrows at him. “I’m just in shock, that’s all.” I
managed to put together in an almost coherent sentence. “You’re seriously who I’ve been talking
to online?” I asked, still amazed. “Yes.” He said, taking the stool next to mine. “Why didn’t you
tell me?” I asked. “Would you have believed me?” He answered. “Probably not.” I said, “But
you could have shown me your face on the webcam instead of....” I stopped mid-sentence with
an ‘oh my god’ look on my face that Maddy instantly recognized, and excused us, pulling me
away from the table by the arm.
“Webcam.” She stated simply. “Uh, yeah.” I said, unable to form any coherent thought at that
point after the realization of who I had been playing with. “Do I even have to ask what you saw,
since you didn’t see his face?” She asked. “I think you have an idea.” I said, blushing. “And....”
She said. “Wow would be a pretty good word for me to use now.” I said blushing even more.
“I told you about the whole webcam thing after it happened. He had asked me if I’d dance for
him, and when I sat back down at the computer he asked if I wanted to see what watching me
had did to him. I told him ok, then we ended up cybering & having cam to cam.” I said. “I just
cant believe it was him though.” Maddy looked on halfway surprised as I continued. “Now here
I am, amazingly enough, having a date, I guess you could call it that any ways, with a man I’ve
dreamed about for more than half my life, and I have absolutely no idea what to do.” “If you’re
asking my advice, I think you already know what I’m going to say.” Maddy said. “Go for it.” I
said quietly. “Yes.” She said. “You’ve talked about nothing else other than this guy online for
months now, how he makes you feel, then you finally meet him and find out he’s someone
you’ve dreamed about for years. I don’t think there is really any other choice.” “Ok.” I said, as a
bunch of girls from the concert came in to the bathroom. “Did you see that guy out there that
looks like John Taylor?” One said to her friend. “It cant be.” Another said. They both
recognized us from the concert and the one asked me if I had met my date yet. “Yes, and it’s the
guy out there that looks like John Taylor.” I said, not wanting to spill my secret. “I can’t believe
how lucky you are.” The first girl said. “First you get serenaded by Simon, then you have a date
with a JT look alike.” “I guess.” I said. “I’d love to chat longer, but I cant keep my date
waiting.” I said, walking out of the ladies room, excited for the evening to come. “By the way,
he doesn’t just look like John Taylor, that IS John Taylor.” Maddy said, following me out of the
restroom. “I cant believe you told them that.” I said. We hurried back to the table, and Maddy
made a few excuses about having to go to work the next morning, so she went ahead and left me
alone with John.
“I doubt you’ll want to hang out here much longer.” I commented. “Why’s that love?” He said,
gently touching my arm. “Well, it’s starting to get crowded, and there were some girls in the
bathroom that recognized you.” I said as I tried to keep my cool with his hand on my arm. “I
guess it could get rather insane. Would you like to come up to my room, and we could get room
service?” He asked. “That sounds good.” I said, taking his arm and walking out of the Hard
Rock. He did get recognized a couple of times, but nothing too crazy.
We got into what had to be the world’s slowest elevator to head up to his room, and I lean against
the wall of the elevator, just looking at him, still amazed that I’m there with him. He was leaning
against the opposite wall, watching me. “I guess I probably should have admitted who I was to you.”
He said, breaking the slightly awkward silence. “Like I said earlier, I probably wouldn’t have believed
you, despite how much I would have wanted to.” I said. “I just cant believe some of the things we
did on line, or how many times I put my foot in my mouth this past week, going on & on about how
excited I was to be going to the concert, or how I’ve fantasized about you for years.” “It’s ok.” He
said. “As long as you don’t tell me you regret having fun with me online.” He said, giving me that
infamous evil little smirk. “Believe me, I didn’t regret it.” I said, walking across the elevator to stand
in front of him. “In fact, I probably shouldn’t admit this, but you’re the only person I’ve ever done
that with, and I really did have fun.” I gave him an evil smirk of my own, and was surprised when
he grabbed my hands and pulled me the last couple of feet between us. I practically fell against him,
as he pulled me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around his waist, returning the gesture, before
stepping back and asking “What was that for?” “I told you weeks ago I was going to do that when
I finally got to meet you.” He said. “Don’t tell me you forgot that conversation.” He said,
pretending to pout a little bit. “I don’t forget anything you told me online, or anything you showed
me either.” I said. “And.” He said, wondering where I was going with this. “And, I cant believe I
just said that.” I said, moving back to the safety of the far side of the elevator, thinking ‘Oh great,
here I go putting my foot in my mouth again.’
“What’s wrong love? Am I making you nervous?” He said, walking across the elevator, practically
cornering me so I couldn’t get away. I didn’t have a chance to say anything before the elevator
suddenly jerked to a stop. He turned away from me to look at the door, wondering what was going
on, I was wondering the same thing, then noticed two floor lights were lit up, meaning we were
stuck between floors. “Great.” We both said at the same time. He looked at me, then at the elevator
doors, and I was just trying to not get claustrophobic before we got out of there. I think he could tell
I was panicking, and asked me if I was ok. “I just don’t like being stuck in small spaces.” I said.
“There’s a phone, I’ll call & let them know we’re stuck.” He said before he reached over and picked
up the phone, telling whoever answered that we were stuck between floors. He hung up the phone,
and leaned against the corner across from me. “They said it should be fixed in no time at all.” He
said, “You know, there are several ways to keep busy while stuck in a lift.” He said, giving me that
evil little smirk again.
Since he was across the elevator, I slid down the corner to sit very unladylike on the floor, with my
knees up in the air. It was all I could do to maintain my composure & not panic, between being stuck
in an elevator that far off the ground, and my current company. I opened my eyes, and saw how
he was staring at me, then realized with the way I was sitting, he could see straight up my skirt, and
he definitely was looking. “Oops.” I thought, and moved my legs quickly to cover myself. “You
didn’t have to do that.” He said, walking back over to stand in front of me. “Rather liked the view,
in fact.” I started blushing furiously and he said “What’s wrong? You never were this shy online.”
“Despite the fact I’m a dancer, I’m really shy in one on one situations.” I said, looking up at him.
I realized the position I was sitting in, and quickly stood up, still looking in his eyes. I nervously bit
my lower lip while watching him, just thinking of how many times I had dreamed of being that close
to him. I caught myself staring at his lips, wondering how it would feel to kiss him, when he broke
my concentration saying “What are you thinking right now Ashlyn?” I could hear Maddy’s voice in
the back of my mind telling me to go for it, so I went ahead and blurted out “I think that I want to
kiss you.” “I won’t stop you.” He said, “In fact,” he began, before leaning down and kissing me
gently. I wrapped my arms around his neck as the kiss deepened some. “Is that what you wanted?”
He asked me quietly when we came up for air. “Yes.” I whispered, “But you didn’t have to stop.”
“Don’t worry, I’m just getting started.” He said, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me against
him before lowering his lips to mine once again. “This feels better than I could have ever imagined.”
I thought to myself as he slowly parted my lips with his tongue. He backed me against the wall of
the elevator as we continued kissing, then suddenly the elevator resumed it’s slow ascent.
We moved apart as the elevator came to a stop on his floor, just in case there was someone there
when the door opened. There wasn’t anyone, but we decided to wait until we got safely inside the
privacy of his room before resuming our activities.
We made it to his suite, and I sat down on the couch as he checked his messages at the front desk.
He walked back over to the couch and we sat there talking some, until the phone rang. I tried not
to pay attention to the conversation, until I heard him say “Well, if we wouldn’t have gotten stuck
in the lift, you might have been interrupting something.” I kinda raised an eyebrow at him and he
mouthed ‘it’s Simon’ to me. I watched him making faces as he tried to get off the phone. I quickly
gathered up my nerve, got up off the couch, and walked down to stand in front of him. I kept
thinking to myself that this was the chance I had always dreamed about, and more than I had ever
hoped for when I planned my little vacation to follow their tour around for the next month or so
in the hopes of finally getting to meet him, so I might as well go for it. He raised an eyebrow at me,
as I climbed onto his lap, straddling his long legs, and leaned down to start kissing his neck. “Uh,
Charlie, I have to go.” He said and quickly put the phone down.
“Ok, that worked.” I said, starting to move from his lap. “Don’t move.” He said, running his hands
up my thighs. “Only problem is we’re going to be interrupted at least once more, maybe twice.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. “Nick will call pretty soon, under the disguise of reminding me about
something, then Simon will most likely come over a little bit after that.” He said. “Why?” I asked.
“Old habits between the three of us.” He said. “Past tours, whoever wasn’t alone got pestered by
the others. I’ll bet Simon is calling Nick to fill him in.” “Oh.” I said, wondering if our evening was
going to be ruined. “Don’t worry, they will stop there.” He said right as the phone rang. He
wouldn’t let me off his lap as he talked to Nick. “Yes, I know we have to be there by noon.” He
said. I got another shot of nerves and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, running my fingers lightly over the
exposed skin. He quickly made some excuses and got off the phone. “You are so bad.” He said to
me. “I didn’t think you’d mind.” I said, pouting a little bit. “I don’t.” He said, “It’s just that I know
we’re going to be disturbed once more, and I really don’t want to be interrupted.” I just looked at
him for a minute, lightly biting at my lower lip, then he said “Or we could always let him believe he’s
walking in on something.” “Ok.” I said, “How do you want to do that?” “I don’t know.” He
responded. I couldn’t wait any longer, and kissed him again, this time taking the lead. He slipped his
hands up my thighs as we kissed, and pushed my already short skirt up over my behind, grabbing me
and pulling me closer to him. “Or he could just interrupt us.” He said when we finally came up for
air. “That’s fine with me.” I said, just wanting to feel his lips on mine again. I moved off his lap, and
stood in front of him. “Or we could always just ignore the door.” I said innocently. “He’d drive
us insane if we did that.” He said, looking up at me for a second, before standing in front of me,
tugging at the string at the front of my shirt. “What would happen if I undid this?” He asked. “It’s
the only thing keeping this shirt on me.” I said. “I think I need to untie that then.” He said, taking
the end of the string, and slowly untying it. I just stood there, letting him open the front of my lace-
up velvet top, halfway exposing my breasts before there was a knock at the door. I sat back down
on the couch and started to fix my shirt, but he said “Leave it like that.” I gave in to his request, but
rearranged my skirt though so I wasn’t completely exposed to whoever was at the door. I watched
him walk over to the door, his shirt unbuttoned and half untucked, running his hands through his
hair, then he turned and winked at me, and I knew that this was probably going to be Simon, and
hopefully he’d get the hint that he was interrupting a moment between us.
“What.” John said when he opened the door. “Just thought we could go over one or two things
for the concert tomorrow afternoon.” Simon said, walking into the room and sitting down in a chair.
John introduced me to Simon, and whispered in my ear to just give them 5 minutes, then hopefully
he could get rid of him. I went over to sit on one of the bar stools behind Simon, but facing John.
I halfway listened to them talk, not the conversation actually, but just listening to John’s voice. His
accent was making me melt, and I really wanted Simon to leave.
After a few minutes of just listening to them talk, I noticed John was watching me, so I decided to
attempt to distract him. I stayed on my barstool, but started playing with the lacing on my shirt,
exposing more skin. I could tell that he was immediately getting flustered, so I continued my teasing,
stretching my arms up over my head, then stretching my legs out for a second.
I then decided to take a strawberry from the plate on the bar, and twirled it in the bowl of whipped
cream. I kept an eye on him as I teasingly licked the cream from the berry. “Um, Charley, lets
continue this tomorrow.” John said suddenly. “What’s wrong? Did I interrupt something?” Simon
asked. “Yes.” John said, looking over at me. Simon walked over to me, said goodnight, then left.
John followed him to the door, locking it behind him, then walked over to me. “You are such a
tease.” He said. “What.” I said. “I was just trying to persuade you to get rid of him.” “I swear I was
trying.” He said, standing in front of me, running his hands up my legs. “You’re staying tonight,
right?” “Yes.” I said. “Good.” He said. “That means we can take our time.” I just looked at him
when he said that, knowing exactly what he meant.
I wrapped my legs around him, and pulled him even closer to me as I scooted to the edge of the
barstool. “If we wouldn’t have been interrupted, I wouldn’t have had to tease you like that.” I said.
“Really.” He said as he resumed loosening the ties on my shirt. “Yeah.” I whispered, moving my
hips up against his just the slightest bit. I let him loosen the shirt more, then I decided to repeat my
little strawberry trick again to see his reaction up close. I licked a little bit of the cream off, and then
innocently offered him a bite. He finished it, then offered me another berry, but pulled it away
before I could lick the cream off. I pretended to pout for a moment, but he brushed the berry over
the now exposed top of my breast. I looked down as he did it, seeing the trail of whipped cream on
my cleavage, thinking about what he must be intending to do next. He looked into my eyes, silently
asking my permission. I leaned back some and rested my hands on the stool behind me to allow him
easier access to me. He leaned down and slowly licked the cream off. I watched him in amazement,
tingling from head to toe with the promise of what was going to happen.
“We better go into the other room.” He said after watching my reaction. “Why.” I whispered, not
quite willing to move just yet. “So we can get much more comfortable.” He said. “I don’t know
if I can wait that long.” I said in what I hoped was a seductive tone. “I promise I’ll make it up to you
for making you wait.” He said, pulling my hips up against his. “Let me make one quick phone call
to my daughter, then I’m all yours. I call her every night before she goes to bed.” “Ok.” I said,
figuring I had no reason to complain about this call. “I’ll just wait in the other room.” “I’ll be right
there.” He said.
I slid off the stool and went into the bedroom. The realization of what was happening hit me hard
when I entered the room. I looked around without being too nosy, then noticed the stereo. I turned
it on to the station that had sponsored the concert. They were still playing Duran Duran music from
the party, so I left it on, hoping he wouldn’t mind. I was listening to “Save a Prayer” when I decided
that Maddy was right again. I’ve wanted this for so long, I might as well completely go for it. I went
back into the other room to get my purse since I had tucked a little lacy something in there just in case
things headed that direction. I looked over at him and realized he was still talking to his daughter,
so I knew I had a few minutes.
I took my purse back into the bedroom, then stripped down to my black lace bra and thong. I didn’t
want to be that exposed at first though, so I took a pair of lace shorts out of my purse and put them
on over my thong, then dimmed the lights to create a mood.
I was looking out the window deep in thought, when I realized they were talking about me on the
radio, or more exactly, someone mentioned “That lucky girl Simon sang to.” “If they only knew.”
I whispered to myself as they began to play “The Chauffeur” I wasn’t able to stand quite as still this
time, and halfway went through one of my routines. As the song ended, I turned around and saw
John standing in the doorway. “How long have you been standing there?” I said, embarrassed at
being caught. “Most of the song.” He said. “I was wondering when you were going to turn
around.” “Why didn’t you say something?” I asked. “Because I liked watching you dance, and I
figured if I would have said anything, you would have stopped.” He replied. “And I really like what
you changed into.” “I remembered what you told me.” I whispered, unbelievably aroused just by
how he was looking at me. “I see that.” He said, crossing the room to stand in front of me. “Show
me what was so fascinating outside.” I turned to point out the lights I was staring at as he wrapped
an arm around my waist and pulled me close against him. I was able to catch our reflection in the
window, and my eyes widened slightly when I felt him slide his hand down over the front of my
shorts and begin to lightly brush his fingers over my clit. I shuddered my release almost instantly since
I was already so worked up before he even touched me. I leaned my head back against his chest and
reached my arms up around his neck. I watched as he slid both hands up my stomach to cup my
breasts, I tingled with anticipation as he brushed his thumbs over my already hardened nipples.
“Let’s go over to the bed.” He whispered into my ear, sending me further into my already aroused
state. I turned to face him, once again having my arms around his neck, this time playing with his
hair. I pulled him down to me for a kiss, and he backed me over to the bed as we kissed. I sat down
when my legs hit the side of the bed, and I looked up at him before moving further back onto the
bed. He sat down next to me, and gently ran his hand down my cheek before kissing me deeply and
lowering me to lie down on the bed. I slipped my hands under his shirt again, wanting to get him
as turned on as I was. I slowly ran my fingertips down his chest, then around his waist, untucking his
shirt the rest of the way. He ran his hand up my side, resting it momentarily on the side of my breast
before slipping my bra strap down my shoulder. “May I.” He asked, as he looped his finger in the
strap. “Yes.” I said, leaning up some, allowing him to reach behind me for the clasp. He quickly
unfastened it, and slipped it off of me. I watched him as he did this, and about melted with the way
he was looking at me, “That’s how I’ve always fantasized him looking at me.” I thought to myself
before he gently kissed me on the lips before lightly kissing a trail down my throat, over my breasts,
lingering on my nipples, driving me insane.
He stopped and looked up at me for a moment, and I tugged on his shirt, and said “You are way
overdressed.” He pulled his shirt off, then resumed his previous activity, not letting me have a chance
to tease him back. I started to squirm some, unaccustomed to having this type of attention paid to
me, since my last several partners tended to be in it only for themselves sexually, and very rarely took
care of my needs.
He continued slowly down my stomach, gently tugging on my navel ring before softly kissing along
the v-cut waistband of my shorts. He then moved to sit next to me and traced his fingers along
where he had just kissed, before slipping his fingers under the waistband. I let him tug the shorts off,
then I sat up on the bed. “What’s wrong?” He asked, thinking I was not wanting to go further. “I’m
just not used to this.” I said. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked, teasingly running his hand up
my thigh. “No.” I whispered, moving to sit on his lap. “I just want to play too.”
I kissed him again, and he pulled me back onto the bed so I was lying on top of him. He let me be
in control only for a few minutes, then he put me on my back and resumed his teasing. “Do you
realize you’re driving me crazy?” I asked. “Yes.” He said, then resumed what I considered his
relentless torture, slowly running his hands over me, silently amused at how quickly I responded to
the slightest touch, despite all the complaining I had done in the past. I closed my eyes, surrendering
to the pleasure when I felt him slowly run his hands up my inner thighs, then taking the waistband
of my thong and carefully slipping it down my legs. I could sense he was looking at me, and I
opened my eyes, to see him looking down at me with a look of pure lust in his eyes. I pulled him
down to me to kiss him again, because for some reason, I couldn’t stop wanting to kiss him. He
kissed me deeply, and slid one hand down my stomach and between my legs. He slid one finger into
me, and I quietly moaned. He stopped kissing me and whispered into my ear “I see you remembered
something else that I said drove me crazy when you danced for me.” after he felt that I had kept
myself clean-shaven. “Yes.” I said, knowing exactly what he was referring to. “But I did dance last
night too.” I managed to say. “How far do you go when you’re dancing?” He asked as he slipped
his fingers in and out of me. “Just to a g-string” I said, “But I do this for myself too partly because
I love how it feels.” “Does it make you hot?” He asked. “Yes.” Was all I was able to say, since he
had started brushing against my clit with his thumb.
The fans on the radio had gotten rather loud and annoying, so he got up and walked over to the
radio, turning it off, but sticking an instrumental jazz cd in. “Much better.” He said, about the same
time I realized that the music was instrumental tracks off of his “Resume” cd, which was one of my
favorite cd’s from his solo career. “Don’t freak out Ashlyn.” I thought to myself. “This is only the
music you’ve fantasized about playing while making love to him.” I closed my eyes, and tried to not
hyperventilate over the thought of finally getting what I had wanted for longer than I could actually
remember clearly. I opened my eyes suddenly when I felt him resume slowly caressing me, easily
sliding his fingers into me. His light gentle touches were driving me insane, causing me to arch up
trying to get closer to him. I closed my eyes again, surrendering to his touch, when I felt his weight
shift on the bed as he spread my legs further apart and slowly began kissing up the inside of my thighs.
“This is pure torture.” I thought to myself. “I guess I’ve forgotten what all this is like, all this foreplay,
I forgot how much I love it, and how fast it makes me respond. And of course, I had to tell him all
that one night when we were chatting, I just didn’t think that if we met, he’d decide that he would
have to show me what I had been missing out on.” My eyes flew open once again when I felt him
quickly flick his tongue against my clit. I tried to sit up, but he stopped and looked up at me, saying
“Relax, I know what I’m doing.” “That you do.” I thought to myself, as he continued his persistent
teasing. It wasn’t long at all before I was clenching handfuls of the bedspread in both fists as I arched
up as he made me come.
He moved back up on the bed, and as he laid down next to me I thought “When did he take his pants
off?” when I realized he was nude next to me. I let myself recover for a minute, then leaned over
to kiss him. “My turn.” I whispered as I slowly began kissing my way down his body. I intended to
return the teasing, as I took his hard shaft in my hand and slowly began stroking him. I bent down
and gently ran my tongue up the length, which caused him to place a hand in my hair and guide me
into position to take him in my mouth. I let him guide me into a rhythm that he wanted, and tried
my best to pleasure him before he told me that I really needed to stop.
I slowly kissed my way back up his body to lie on top of him before kissing him deeply again, while
thinking to myself “I can’t stop kissing him.” He let me lie there for a minute or so before he moved
me to lie on my back, and he was over me, still kissing me hungrily. I kept my eyes closed when we
stopped kissing, and he whispered “Open your eyes love.” I tentatively opened my eyes, almost
afraid that if I did, he wouldn’t really be there, I’d just be having a way too realistic dream. I slowly
looked at him, getting lost in his eyes. He waited until the exact second I looked into his eyes, and
slid his hard shaft into me very slowly. I gasped at the feeling, and he began thrusting into me at an
agonizingly slow pace. I lightly trailed my fingertips down his back, letting him have complete
control of the situation, as I tried to maintain eye contact with him as much as I could, in between
deep passionate kisses. I wrapped my legs around him, trying to get him to increase the pace, which
he wouldn’t, he just continued his slow movements inside of me, driving me crazy. Every movement
he made caused wild sensations through my entire body, I kept waiting for him to be like everyone
else I had been with recently, and just take care of his own needs, but he didn’t, making sure I found
my release several times before he did.
I couldn’t move right away afterwards, I just laid there for a few minutes, and closed my eyes
thinking “wow” but not wanting to say it. “Are you ok?” He asked me after a while, noticing my
silence. “More than ok.” I said, leaning up on my elbow to look at him. He pulled me down to lie
against him, and wrapped his arms around me. I felt completely satisfied for the first time in years,
and didn’t want to move, but unfortunately, my cell phone picked that minute to ring. Having
ringtone caller id, I realized it was Maddy, so I figured I better answer it. “Yes.” I said, picking up
the phone. “Hate to interrupt anything.” She began. “You’re not.” I said, looking back over at
John. “Almost hoped I was.” She said laughing, “Did you at least get to kiss him yet.” “Yes.” I said,
not wanting to go any further. “Good. Just wondered if you’re coming home tonight.” She asked.
“No.” I said. “I’m staying here.” “Ok. Just wanted to know because Matt is here.” She said. “Uh
oh.” I said, “Either you two are going to be fooling around, or else there is about to be a major
war.” “Second one, it’s looking like, so don’t be surprised if I call you tomorrow for damage
control.” She said. “When are you going to get rid of that loser.” I said, knowing how he’s been
treating her. “Pretty soon probably. You know why I’m hanging on to him.” She said. “Yes.” I
said, “And that isn’t the reason to hang on to someone that treats you that way.” “I know.” She
said. “Now back to you, are you having fun?” “Yes.” I said, “But I can’t really talk about that now.”
“He’s close by, I take it.” She said. “Yes.” I replied, looking over at him again. “Ok.” She said, “I’ll
call you tomorrow, and I expect a full report.” “Yes mom.” I said laughing getting off the phone and
walking back over to the bed.
“Mom?” He said. “It was Madeline.” I explained. “She wanted to know if I would be coming
home tonight because her loser boyfriend is there, and they’re having another major fight I guess.”
“So what’s with the ‘mom’ comment?” He asked. “I’m older, but she is rather protective of me
sometimes, because of what had happened with my ex.” “Oh.” He said, instinctively knowing to
drop that subject. “Are you tired.” He asked. “Not really.” I said. “Me neither, want to watch a
movie?” “Ok.” I said. He turned the TV on, and started flipping channels. He got to a channel
showing “Shawshank Redemption” and I mentioned that it was a good movie, so he left it on.
A few minutes into the movie, I remembered the plans that Maddy & I had to go to the haunted
house the next night. “Hope she won’t mind.” I thought to myself before saying “I just remembered
that Madeline & I are supposed to go to a haunted house tomorrow night, that is where this movie
was filmed. Would you like to come with us?” “That sounds interesting.” He said. I curled back up
next to him, just enjoying being held by someone for the first time in years. “Are you going to the
Rock Hall concert?” He asked me. “Couldn’t win tickets.” I said. “Well, if you want to go, I think
I could get you in.” He said jokingly. “Okay.” I said, “I’d like that.” “Good.” He said, and we
settled back in to watch the movie. “Do you want a shirt to sleep in?” He asked a little while later.
“I’m comfortable this way.” I said, and I could tell he was pleased by my answer.
“I cannot believe how comfortable I am with him.” I thought to myself as we watched the movie.
I could feel him playing with my hair as we relaxed, and I realized I had totally let my guard down,
allowing the closeness I normally avoided. During the commercials, I told him little facts about where
the movie was filmed, and prepared him for the next evening’s trip.
As we watched the movie, I started thinking that I really wanted to kiss him again, so I leaned over
& did just that. He pulled me over onto his lap as we were kissing, and I unconsciously began rocking
my hips against him, since I was still extremely aroused, just from being that close to him. He started
to move me off his lap so he could take the lead again, but I whispered “No” and gently trailed my
fingertips down his chest. He just looked at me for a second, but I then raised myself up just a tiny
bit so I was able to guide him into me. I leaned close to him and kissed him quickly before beginning
to slowly rock against him. He leaned forward to me after I leaned back again, and gently nipped
at my earlobe before kissing a trail down my throat. He leaned back against the pillows and let me
have my way with him, but after a few moments thought better of that plan, and began running his
hands all over my upper body, stopping on my breasts. I was determined to tease him like he had
teased me earlier, so I began slowly grinding on him which in combination with the feel of his rough
fingers on my breasts caused me to soon find my release. I gently trailed my fingertips down his chest
slowly, watching his reaction when he suddenly moved me off of him to lie on the bed, and he
quickly covered me with his body, entering me again, harder this time, so I wrapped my arms around
him and trailed my nails lightly down his back. He took my hands in his, and carefully held my arms
down above my head. “This ok?” He asked. “Yes.” I whispered and moved just enough to kiss him
roughly. He started thrusting hard and fast into me, causing me to come yet again almost at the exact
same time he did before collapsing onto me momentarily before moving to lie next to me.
I carefully moved to lie next to him again, and had fallen halfway asleep before he woke me when
he turned the tv off. “Getting tired love?” He asked. “A little.” I said, trying to move closer to him
before I fell completely asleep. He used the remote to turn the lights the rest of the way off before
pulling me against him before we both fell asleep.
I awoke to the phone ringing and I was thinking “Why isn’t Maddy answering that?” I opened my
eyes finally, and realized that I wasn’t in my own room. I grabbed the phone and said “Hello?”
“Morning.” A strangely familiar male voice said. “Is John up yet?” “Um.” I said, quickly looking
around the room, already figuring out I was alone in bed, my eyes focusing on the open bathroom
door, and I heard water running so I figured out that was where he was at. “He’s in the shower.”
“Ok.” He said as I tried to figure out which of the other band members I was talking to. “Are you
coming to the concert with John this afternoon?” He asked. “I think so.” I said. “He mentioned
it once, but didn’t say any more about it.” “Well if he’s not asking you, you and your friend can be
my guests.” He said. “Ok.” I said hesitantly. “I’ll call her.” “Good.” He said. “So did you like your
song last night? I had John point you out to me, but he didn’t know I was going to sing to you.”
“I loved it.” I said, thinking “Oh my God, I’m talking to Simon LeBon.” Then it all hit me that the
past 12 hours or so hadn’t been a dream. Right then John walked out of the bathroom with a towel
wrapped around his waist. “Now I’m awake.” I said to myself, then “It’s for you.” I said to him
holding out the phone. I moved over so he could sit on the edge of the bed. I didn’t move from
under the covers, just laid there and watched him. He managed to keep the call relatively quick,
agreeing that they could all meet at his suite at 10:30 to finish discussing a few last minute ideas for
the show that afternoon. I glanced at the clock and noticed it was only 9, so I hoped the hour and
a half until then could be a repeat of the night before.
He hung up the phone and I said “I hope you didn’t mind I answered that.” “I don’t mind.” He said.
“Did he wake you up?” “Yes.” I said, “But I’m usually up by now anyway.” I couldn’t stop looking
at him, and just hoped he didn’t realize what I was thinking about. “I’m surprised you’re up already
though.” “Beginning of a tour, I’ve never been able to sleep much, always needed help to get sleep.”
He said. “Plus we have that concert this afternoon, so I’m already thinking about that.” He gently
caressed my cheek and said “I was considering waking you up before I got into the shower, but you
were sleeping so peacefully, I hated to wake you.” “I wouldn’t have minded.” I said, sitting up,
holding the sheet up over my chest. “Although when I woke up, I had thought last night was the
most wonderful dream.” “And now?” He asked. “Now I think last night was better than any dream
I have ever had.”
“You know, we do have over an hour until the guys get here.” He said, stretching out on the bed
next to me. “I know.” I said, leaning over to give him a quick kiss. He wouldn’t let me move away
from him, and pulled me from under the covers to lie on top of him. “So how do you want to kill
an hour?” I asked, even though I had an idea of his intentions. I moved my legs to straddle his hips
and rub up against him as I asked that and he said “Do you really need to ask?” He said. “Not
really.” I said, leaning down to kiss him again.
While we kissed, I reached a hand down between us to unwrap his towel. “Why are you in such a
hurry?” He asked. “I need you.” I said, finally getting the towel away. I slipped down on the bed
to lie next to him so I could take him in my mouth again to make sure he was as aroused as I was.
He tangled a hand in my hair as I worked my mouth on him, allowing me to set the pace this time,
then took his other hand and reached to caress any part of my body he could reach. I could tell what
he was trying to do, so I shifted my body enough on the bed so he was able to get his hand between
my legs. I continued in my attempts to drive him insane, when he turned the tables on me, and
pulled me on top of him so he was able to run his tongue across my wetness, sliding his fingers into
me, and working his tongue against my clit, causing me to become distracted enough to stop what
I was doing for a moment until he urged me to continue. I halfway continued taking care of him,
too distracted to be able to do what I had originally intended on doing. He was once again able to
quickly bring me to my release, then moved me off of him. I stopped what I was doing, and just sat
up on the bed, looking at him in amazement since nobody had been able to get me to respond to
them that quickly in a very long time, if ever.
“Come here.” He said, and I quickly moved up to lie next to him again. “What.” I whispered,
knowing exactly what he was wanting. He quickly moved on top of me, claiming my lips in a rough
kiss as he slid his hardness into me. He didn’t move at first, just watched me writhing against him
trying to get what I wanted, with a devilish spark in those dark eyes of his. He waited until I had
realized I wasn’t going to get my way just yet, then pulled almost all the way out of me, then slowly
slid back into me, all the way this time. I surrendered completely to him, letting him set a very slow
pace, letting me feel every inch of him as he moved inside of me. We continued that way for a
while, taking our time finding out the most sensitive parts of each other bodies, then we quickened
the pace before we once again almost simultaneously found our release.
I didn’t really want to move very far, but knew I needed to get a quick shower and go downstairs
to the mall and get a new outfit. Having not planned on spending the night, I neglected to bring a
change of clothes. I looked at the clock and saw it was close to 10:00, so I figured I better get up if
the rest of the band was going to be there at 10:30. “Do you mind if I use your shower?” I asked
as I got up. “I don’t mind at all.” He said. I wandered into the bathroom and hopped into a
shower, thoughts of the past few hours running rampant through my mind, wondering exactly what
I was getting myself into. “Need your opinion on something love.” He said from the other room,
interrupting my thoughts. “Ok.” I replied, sticking my head out of the shower. “Should I wear jeans
or leather pants for the concert today?” He asked. “Do you have any clue how many fantasies I’ve
had about you that started because I saw you wearing leather pants?” I said, immediately turning
various shades of red, not quite meaning to say that out loud. “Guess that answers that question.”
He said, walking back into the bathroom, and leaning against the counter as I finished showering.
I reached out for my towel, and didn’t realize he was standing there watching me through the frosted
glass door. “Here love.” He said, handing me the towel I was reaching for. “I didn’t realize you
were in here.” I said, taking the towel & wrapping it around myself. “I had one more question for
you.” He said. “Ok.” I replied. “Do you mind giving me a ride to the Rock Hall?” “Not at all.”
I said.
I dried off and got dressed quickly in my clothes from the night before, realizing that I needed to
hurry so I could get my shopping done and changed in time. He gave me the key card to the room
as I left, and I said that I’d bring some bagels back for breakfast.
I quietly rode downstairs, thinking about everything that had happened since the previous morning.
I first headed to get some new lacy undies, then halfway to the next store, my cell phone rang. I
looked at the caller id, and realized it was Maddy, and she was calling from home. “Why aren’t you
at work?” I asked when I answered the phone. “Had a major war with Matt last night.” She said.
“He got here about five minutes after I did, and accused me of being out whoring around because
I didn’t come straight home after the concert.” “So what if you were.” I said. “You had told him
I was meeting someone, and you were just going for my safety. When are you going to dump that
loser anyway?” “Last night.” She said. “That’s why I took today off, we were fighting until about
four.” “I think I was just falling asleep then.” I said. “So any plans today since you’re not working?”
“None at all.” She said. “Until Mansfield tonight that is.” “Good. Your presence has been requested
at the rock hall concert this afternoon.” I said. “What? Did you bum an extra ticket off John for
me?” She asked. “Nope. Simon called this morning to talk to John, and he told me to make sure
to bring you.” “Really.” She said. “That is definitely a good way to cheer me up. I didn’t even ask,
how did last night go?” “Absolutely amazing.” I said. “So you guys....” She started. “Before you
even called me last night.” I said. “Then once again after that, then again this morning. “ ”No
wonder you’re in such a good mood.” She said. “I’ll behave and not ask what I want.” “Ok.” I said
laughing, knowing what she was thinking. “I hate to do this, but I’m shopping, need a change of
clothes then getting breakfast for everyone.” “Ok, what time should I be at the Rock Hall.” She
asked. “We’re going to be there by 11:30, so noon or so? I said. “Concert is at 1:30, I guess I’ll just
leave your name at the gate or however I’m told to do it.” “Sounds good, See you there.” She said.
“Ok,” I said, “And to answer your unasked question, there is definitely something to be said for older
men.”
I quickly hung up my phone before she could beg for more details, and headed to one more store
to pick up an outfit. I figured since he was going to torment me by wearing leather pants, I might
as well get back at him in some way, so I picked out a cute little schoolgirl style skirt, and close fitting
white blouse, thinking he would probably like that. I then went to my favorite bakery and picked
up a dozen bagels, then got myself a turtle coffee with an extra espresso shot in it for good measure.
I started to get nervous riding back up to the room, knowing I was about to officially meet the rest
of the band. John immediately introduced me to the guys, then I excused myself to quickly change
clothes. As I went into the bedroom, I thought I heard John say “I’m planning on inviting her to
come along on the tour for awhile.” I was confused, wondering if I really heard him say that, so I
dressed quickly, then headed back to the living room area to have breakfast. I could tell that John
was watching me closely, but so was Simon. I didn’t think much more of it, because I was trying to
get breakfast quickly before we went to the Rock Hall. I overheard the guys discussing calling for a
car, then John announced he was riding with me, then asked “What kind of car do you have?”
“Escalade.” I said. “Well, guys, sounds like you might not need to call for a car, if we could talk her
into letting us all ride with her.” He said. “Alright.” I said, “Why not.” “Good.” John said, “That
way we can finish this discussion on the way there.”
We headed downstairs to the garage and all climbed in to my very large SUV. I turned the key, and
was immediately blasted by “Love is Bondage” off of Techno for Two. “Oops.” I said, turning to
the radio. “Interesting choice of music.” John said, teasing me. “Just what I was in the mood for
after the concert.” I said. “So is Rio your favorite album or something?” I heard Simon mention from
somewhere behind me. “One of.” I said. “Why?” “Noticed the plates on your car.” He said. “That
is honestly not completely about the album.” I said. “Rio is my stage name.” “Stage name?” He
said. “I’m a dancer.” I admitted. “Oh really.” He said, sounding interested. “How long have you
been dancing?” “Since I was 18.” I said. “I started to do it to earn extra money while I was in
college.” “So you’ve been only dancing a few years then?” He said. “More than a few.” I said.
“How old do you think I am?” I asked, knowing this might be a loaded question. “Last night I wasn’t
really sure, but today, I’d guess about 22.” He said. I just looked over at John, who was watching
this exchange rather amused at the conversation. “Ok, now I think I really like you.” I laughed. “Try
again.” “Older or younger?” He asked. “Older.” I said. “Then I have no idea.” He replied. “Try
32.” I said. “Ok.” He said. “You’re joking right?” “Nope.” I said. “I think I’ll quit while I’m ahead
here.” He said, and they got back into their conversation about the set list for the concert.
We arrived at the Rock Hall, and went into a parking garage, then into the building. Simon asked
my friend’s name, so she could get in as soon as she arrived, then we headed downstairs to start a
quick tour of the building. I noticed John was seeming to be very possessive of me, keeping some
sort of physical contact with me as we started looking at the various displays, but I was enjoying the
attention so much, I didn’t question him about it.
Simon continued flirting as we looked at exhibits, and sat next to me when we stopped to see a short
movie. John was sitting on my other side, and purposely put his hand on my bare leg, gently trailing
his fingers up my inner thigh, making sure Simon took notice of that. I was about to ask them what
was going on when the movie started. We moved to the next room for the second part of the
movie, and was just getting settled when my cell phone rang. It was Maddy, saying she was stuck
outside unable to even get near the door to come in. “I’ll be right there.” I said. “What’s wrong”
John asked. “Maddy can’t get to the door to come in, so I’m going to rescue her.” I said.

Sat, 29 May 2004 03:32:46 GMT

You're a John fan, with Simon tendencies.
You've always had a thing for the bass god, and his
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Wed, 26 May 2004 02:37:24 GMT

You'll Get Caught Doing it On The Beach!

This answer should be of no surprise. You love the ocean.

You love the sun, the water, and the exotic surfer types.

You like being the catch - not the one fishing.

You have the skimpiest bikinis and you have been know to check out a nude beach.

You know you'll attract men, so all you have to do it lay back.

You go to the beach so much that you know the perfect coves to do the dirty deed.

Unless that hot new lifeguard finds your secret spot......

You love getting naked in the sun, and getting your most private parts tan.

Screwing on the beach is awesome. You've found it, you love it, and it's yours!

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You Should Be On Temptation Island!

You're a sexy showoff who is always looking for a good time.

Whether you're part of a troubled couple or appearing as a tempting single,

you're sure to cause a stir...

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