TWENTY SIX: WHIPPED

| Cause every time I look |You’re never there | And every time I sleep |You’re always there |

YOU'RE EVERYWHERE

Any excuse is a good excuse to get piss ass drunk, and Friday- well it was Friday- it’s a reason in itself.

I needed an excuse to get pissed and do stupid things without being told off, especially after the b- (Shit, can’t say that- Brian made me sign a contract with the Boys stating I wouldn’t call her…what I was going to call her, after that slip up on stage) Prescott wrote the friggin’ article, that inevitably killed or will kill, my career.

"Lighten up man, this is a fuckin’ great party. It’s the last time we’re gonna get the op to piss ass …" Nick hooted as he swung a streamer up on the strobe lights. “’Specially after we hit Europe-“

“Dawg, then we’ll have another reason to get pissed” I snickered, chugging down the third beer in twenty minutes.

“Hey, you know it…” Nick screeched. I think I should coat my ears permanently with lead- he screams like a freakin’ girl when he’s pissin’ ass.

Anyway, I was cutting loose, y’know, checkin’ out the merchandise ‘n shit, when my eyes travelled up a pair of very luscious, long legs. As my eyes travelled further, I noted they belonged to a blonde; a big-busted blonde, who I realised was definitely not shy, when she smiled seductively at me.

I didn’t need to think twice before I scooted across the couch.

"What’s your name, Precious?" I smiled assuredly as I let my hand rub up her thigh. Her skin was smooth, almost like cream.

Nice.

She didn't protest when my hand took a trip up her skirt- she just leaned in, heaving her big chest before she nibbled on my earlobe, whispering "Anabel" in my ear.

I could tell she was gonna be fun.

"Hello, Anabel" I slurred as I let my hand crawl further up her skirt. Shitic. I made her gasp, while she ‘greeted’ my dick.

"So’m I goin’ to get a farewell present before I leave?" I asked as I began leading her away to a nearby function room.

"Depends" she whispered breathily while unbuttoning my shirt. I found myself stripped to my boxers before I had managed to unclasp her bra.

It felt so fuckin’ good, you wouldn’t believe- it was like, a release from all the pent up anger since that f- crap- that incident. I had my lips everywhere I couldn’t grab with my hands, and trust me, there was a lot of ‘territory’ to explore.

I began murmuring, while she stroked me, hard. This girl may have been young, but dang, she was an expert.

"What? Why'd you stop?" I murmured as I slid my hand up her thigh.

"You just called me 'Minerva'... whose that?" she demanded rather rudely.

"Sorry... Anabel" I smiled slyly as I pulled her down to me again.

Man, and her tongue? It spoke in it’s own language- I just about blacked out.

She just kept on grinding, and man, her body was tensing up to mine. I rested my eyes briefly while I sucked and fondled those gorgeous nipples of hers. Hot dang it- she was hot, no questions asked, but just when I got her panties off- dammit, she just stopped and climbed off.

"Forget it" she muttered as she got off me.

The hell? She couldn’t friggin’ turn me on and leave me like this! I was still getting hard while I watched her dress!

"What? The fu-"

"Look, AJ, you may be a celebrity, but I'm not about to fuck with a guy who can't even remember my name"

"What are you talking about?"

She rolled her eyes. "I don't know, your girlfriend? You obviously have some issues you need to sort out" she shook her head as she ran her long, manicured fingers though her tangled blonde hair.

“Girl, are you on some shit? I sure as hell don’t have a friggin’ girlfriend”

"Well, you sure fooled me" she muttered as she grabbed her bag. Her sky blue eyes met mine for a moment, before she laughed snidely. “Could have screwed you, but I’m no one’s sloppy seconds"

Wasn’t she high and mighty? But before I could reprimand her, she leaned over and moved her mouth slowly, but surely, over mine.

She’s a good kisser, even without tongue, but man as soon as she did that my mind was reeling in one word-

Shit.

I knew it. She knew it.

"If you ever get over her, give me a call"

Fuck.

Was I that whipped?

 

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