Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
My hand remains on his as I gaze at Iggy. He smiles slyly and his corn blue eyes twinkle with mischief behind the mask. I can’t help wondering how these girls would go insane with lust if they saw the ethereal beauty of his face. I didn’t even know men could be beautiful until I met Iggy. His face isn’t soft, but it’s molded in a way that you’d assume he’s divine.
I reluctantly drop my hand and watch as Iggy steps back toward the girls. He says a few words before he drapes his arms around two of them while another follows dutifully behind.
My calm is obliterated as I hear the boisterous laugh of the girls. A part of me wants to kick them out. Tell them to kick rocks, but I also know that I need them to get what I want, so I bite my tongue and pretend I want to fuck them.
“Strip,” I say as soon as they get on the bus platform.
The blonde blinks at me.
“Sorry,” I say as I grab a beer from the fridge and hand it to her. “Drink that, then strip.”
The blonde continues to blink as she gazes between the beer bottle and me. I’m not sure what she thinks this all is. Most of the groupies know what the deal is, they fuck a rock star and then pack their shit up and go home, but occasionally some think their pussy is some magic elixir that will have us holding our dicks in our hands with promises of picket fences and happily ever afters. Her two friends know what’s up, though. The black-haired girl and the one with green hair rip their clothes off as if they’re on fire.
“Better get to work, sweetheart,” I say to the blonde as I take a swig of my beer. “Seems like your friends are about to beat you to the goods.” I nod toward the door. “If you can’t hack it, you’re free to leave.”
The girl’s bottom lip quivers and suddenly I feel like a fuckin’ asshole. “Listen, sweetheart, you know what’s up, right?” I step closer to her and place my finger below her chin and lift her face. “You know this is a one-night thing, only fucking?”
She nods her head.
“Is that what you want?” I ask gently.
She shakes her head no.
“All right, sweetheart,” I say as I pull out my phone and text Kaye to send a car. “I called for a driver to come pick you up and take you home.”
The blonde gazes up at me, her eyes wide with shock as if I slapped her. What does the girl expect me to do, throw her out in the middle of the night? I suppose some guys would do that, but I’m not the scum of the earth. There is no way I’d let a girl roam the streets at night. I’m well aware of how many predators lurk in the depths of the night waiting to violate someone.
“Thank you,” the blonde whispers.
“No problem,” I say right as I get a text letting me know the limo pulled up. “Your ride is here. He’ll take you where you want to go.” The girl turns to the window before gazing at me. “You’re safe. I promise.”
She nods, and I watch her step off the bus and get into the limo before turning my head toward Iggy and the two other groupies.
I glare at the one with green hair as she grips Iggy’s face. He’s no longer wearing a gas mask but a balaclava. She moves his face to hers with the use of her hand as she gets on her tiptoes and leans close, trying to connect her puckered lips to his.
“I don’t kiss on the lips,” Iggy says, holding her back with a hand. “But if you get down on your knees, I’ll let you kiss something else.”
Iggy and I have two rules. We don’t kiss the girls we fuck and we don’t fuck them more than once. Occasionally I wonder if I’m doing harm by fucking these girls, but then my desperation to feel that temporary connection takes over and their needs become inconsequential.
Similar to other girls from our past, this one doesn’t seem to care about the rules. She falls to her knees and her fingers make quick work of Iggy’s fly and the button of his jeans.
Reluctantly, I walk over to them and grab the black-haired girl by the neck. I don’t even know her name. Not that it matters. Their names won’t mean much to me. I’ll forget what it is as soon as I come. I won’t even remember her. She’ll bleed into the fuzzy memory that’s just beyond my reach. None of them ever really matter. I couldn’t even tell you how the sex is with any of them. I just bust a nut and that’s that. Now and then, I will want to make them come, but most times I get mine and let them fake their orgasm. I used to feel horrible about not caring, but then I came to realize that all of this is a fucked-up transaction, where I get lost in the sex and they get the high of being with a rock star. Win, win.