Lustful Memoirs
By: Gina - gina@basic-nstynct.com
Chapter FourThe next day as I awoke, I was still haunted by the figure I had encountered the night before and the questions that our meeting had raised. I glanced at the clock; the glowing numbers read 8:00. I had slept longer then I wanted but since I didn't have to be anywhere until noon, I was grateful for the extra sleep. I got out of bed and opened the curtains. Sunlight filtered through the windows and embraced the room. I grabbed an apple out of the fruit basket and went into the sitting room. I placed one of the CDs that had been given to me the day before into the player and began to listen to the voices radiating from the speakers. I could not determine which voice belonged to which face, but the voices were beautiful. They intertwined in sweet melodious sound. I understood from listening why they were so successful. Finishing my apple, I turned off the CD player and went in search of my calendar. I found it on the table and glanced at the notes I had scribbled there after meeting with Johnny. Today was Sunday. I was to meet the guys at noon, and start work that night. Since Sunday was not an assigned day, I didn't really know what starting work that night meant. It could be anything. Reviewing the calendar once again, I noticed that JC's night wasn't until Saturday. Disappointment raged in my body, I would have to wait a whole week before I was able to get closer to the stranger I had met the night before. Sighing at this unfortunate occurrence, I closed the calendar. "Oh well," I thought to myself, "at least I will see him at noon and maybe since I had no idea what Sunday nights held, I might even get the opportunity this evening." Now excited about the prospect of the day's events, I hurriedly went in the bathroom and showered. After the refreshing shower, I wrapped myself in one of the plush terry cloth bathrobes and went back to my room. I chose my clothes carefully. Since each of the outfits already in my closet were labeled with a specific group member's name I didn't feel it was appropriate to wear any of those. I decided on a dark blue skirt and a light blue silk blouse. Underneath I wore white lace panties and a matching bra. I skipped the pantyhose and slipped my feet into a pair of dark blue flats. I spent several minutes blow drying my auburn hair, then I applied my make up. As I was finishing I glanced at the clock, it now read 11:00. Hoping to talk to Johnny before meeting the group, I took a final glance at myself in the full-length mirror to make certain that everything was in place. I then left the room. Entering into the hallway, I was once again struck by the beauty of the house. Smiling, I made my way down the circular staircase.
I was surprised by the silence radiating throughout the house. Not a whisper could be heard anywhere. I made my way through the house, now generally familiar with my surroundings. I found Johnny sitting in the glass room that I had met him in the day before. I cleared my throat to grab his attention. He turned to me and smiled. I guessed that he approved of my clothing choice.
"Good morning, Blake. Did you sleep well?" he asked.
"I did, thank you. I also explored the pool last night. It's exquisite."
"It really is, too bad, that normally it just sits there without anyone enjoying it. Since my back injury, I have been unable to do much other then just sit here."
"That's a shame. I will be sure to do a couple of extra laps for you." I stated, hoping that I wasn't overstepping my boundaries by joking with him. As I saw his face expand into a smile I knew that I hadn't. He motioned for me to join him. As I did, I realized that he was dressed similarly to the day before, except that his jogging suit was black instead of dark blue. I sat across from him at the table.
"Are you nervous about meeting the guys?" he asked, but before I could reply he said, "you shouldn't be. They are great guys."
I smiled at his attempt to make me feel comfortable. For some strange reason I was indeed nervous. But I knew that the feeling would pass as I got more comfortable with my surroundings.
"I ran into JC last night." I mentioned to Johnny, hoping that the conversation would lead in the direction I was looking.
"Did you?" he seemed to question. "Sometimes JC stays at the house. There is a studio in the basement and most of the time he never leaves it. Sometimes, I have to go down there and pull him out. " He chuckled.
"I didn't know that he was here last night though." He paused before continuing, "Well, it really doesn't matter. Those boys are like my sons. They all have rooms here and keys, this is their house as much as it is mine."
I could see that the words Johnny spoke were true. The compassion and caring he held for them evident in his eyes. I smiled at this show of paternal love. I wanted to find out more about JC, but I didn't want to appear to be prying. I was lost in this thought when Johnny interrupted them.
"Would like some breakfast?" He asked.
"No thank you. I had some of the fruit that was left in my room. It was more then enough."
He nodded his understanding as he continued to look at the newspaper laid out in front of him. I stared at the pool and the place where I had encountered JC the night before. I wanted to know more about him but didn't know the proper way to ask. I concluded that I would just have to wait. Suddenly I heard a noise come from the front of the house. Johnny looked at the startled expression on my face.
"Don't worry about that. I think Justin and Chris are here. They can't go anywhere without making themselves known." Johnny alleviated my concerns and caused others. I didn't know what was making me so nervous, but the thought of facing these five men all at once left me a little intimidated.
Justin was the first to enter the room. He stifled a yawn as he regarded Johnny and I. "Hey pops, what you doing?" Justin asked, his question directed at Johnny. He seemed to ignore my presence.
Johnny rose from his seated position and glanced at Justin. I took this opportunity to get my first look at him. I could understand why he was the heartthrob of the group. He wore long cargo shorts and a button up shirt, unbuttoned to reveal a wife-beater that molded to his skin. The ripples of his chest and abdomen were evident through the thin material. His cobalt blue eyes were filled with mischief and his lips formed a relaxed smile. Soft blonde curls sat atop his head as his hair was shaved close on the sides. Diamonds graced both of his ears, a diamond watch rested on his wrist, and two rings adorned his hands. Around his neck hung a diamond medallion of some sort, which I was to learn spelled out his initials. Only a small portion of his skinny, yet muscular legs were visible between the end of his shorts and the start of his socks. The tennis shoes that graced his feet were pristine white as if that day was the first that he had ever worn them. He was good looking and from his disposition one could tell that he knew it.
Johnny cleared his throat before beginning to speak. "Justin, this is Blake, your new personal assistant." I stood not knowing what the proper protocol was. I extended my hand; he reached for it and shook it slightly before letting it go. "Hey, how's it going?" Justin questioned.
"I'm fine," was my short reply. I immediately didn't like the man standing before me. He regarded me condescendingly. He was pompous. I hoped that the other three weren't this arrogant. He shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention back to Johnny, acting as if I was invisible. If I had been in my own element, I would have slapped the spoiled jerk right there. I resisted, for I knew that my job depended on it. I sat and listened to their conversation. They talked about the coming tour and all of the women in Justin's life. The ringing of a cell phone interrupted the dialogue. Justin pulled the small electronic device from his pocket and said hello. After a few minutes, he put the caller on hold, told Johnny that the call was private and exited the room. I was glad for the reprieve from him. I turned to Johnny hoping that he would see my aggravation.
"Don't mind Justin, he's not always like this. He's just going through some difficult times right now." Johnny said, reading my mind.
A few minutes of silence passed before more commotion sounded from the other room. I guessed that the others had arrived. As if on cue, three figures entered the room. Chris and Joey entered, followed unfortunately by Justin. Johnny stood and I followed suit. He introduced me to Chris and then Joey.
As was the case with JC, the picture that I had of Chris didn't reflect his true image. He was handsome. His dark eyes burned with intensity, yet they were playful. He was of shorter stature then the other men that I had encountered. The braids that adorned his head in the picture were now gone, replaced by a short less demanding hairstyle. He looked younger then in the picture. He was dressed in jean shorts that hung to right above his knee. Sandals somewhat covered his feet leaving the flame tattoo on his ankle visible. Hoop earrings sat in both of his ears and a chain wrapped around his neck. A red T-shirt finished off his outfit. He captured my hand in his own as I extended it in greeting. He smiled as he shook it.
Joey was next. I glanced up at him. His eyes were the color of chocolate and they were filled with happiness. His mouth formed a full smile as happiness radiated over his entire face. He was dressed casually in jeans, tennis shoes and T-shirt. There wasn't anything pretentious about him. As I outstretched my hand, he grabbed it and pulled me toward him. I stumbled slightly into him. He hugged me quickly then pulled away. "Welcome to the family." He said, flirtation evident in his voice. I liked him immediately. His demeanor and jovial expression comforted me.
After the final introduction, the three sat on chairs that aligned the wall. I could feel their eyes examining my body. I turned slowly so they could get the whole view. When I turned back to them they were smiling. I guess that they approved. I wondered where JC and Lance were. Glancing at my watch indicated that they were both late. Johnny turned to me, and once again reading my mind said, "Blake, these are the guys that you will meet today. I'm glad that you have already met JC because he won't be here and Lance is spending time with his family so he won't be here either."
Disappointment spread through my body and I couldn't understand why. I looked down at the floor. I had waited all morning to see JC and he wasn't coming. I questioned why. I had never been one to have self-doubt but I wondered if our meeting last night had something to do with his absence this morning. Did he meet me and then not want to be involved with this. As these thoughts ran through my mind, I started to grow angry with myself. "This is a job. You cannot get close to any of them. You are here to do a job and that's it." I silently chided myself. I took a deep breath and allowed my gaze to return to the three men in front of me. If I was only to meet these three today, then so be it. I pasted a smile on my face and sat down in my seat. I hoped that they didn't notice the disappointment that I had at Johnny's announcement. Chris was the first to speak and I noticed that Johnny had left us alone.
"Well, we understand that Johnny filled you in on the details of your position. Is that correct?" He asked.
I quietly answered, "yes."
"And Johnny has informed us of what your restrictions are, and we don't have any problems with them. So, unless you have any questions, we will see you tonight."
"Actually, I do have a few questions. How is this going to be arranged? I mean, I know that each of you is assigned a night. But do I meet you in your room? Do you meet me in mine? I guess I'm just not sure what the rules are. The other question is what exactly is going to happen on Sunday nights."
"That's funny, we don't know what the rules are either. It's not like we have ever done this before." Chris stated, him being the only one that talked during the time we spent together. "I guess for the next week and while we are in Orlando, this something that can be discussed between everyone. While we are on the road, I guess you should just meet us in our room after we get back from the show. That seems to work for us. On Sunday, I don't know. We will just see how things progress before we make any type of arrangement for Sundays. Tonight, however, we are going clubbing. You are welcome to come along or you don't have to. It's up to you."
I absorbed what Chris said and let my mind ponder his words. We talked for several more minutes deciding that I would go with them that evening. My hopes rose at the mention that JC might join us. I once again berated myself for my thoughts; I had to remind myself that this was only a job.
Shortly, they departed each saying good-bye with the exception of Justin. I couldn't figure out what his deal was. But I knew that he was going to be a real pain. I could see it.
After they left, I made my way back to my room. I stripped out of my clothes and threw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Then, I sat in front of the computer and checked my email. Suddenly I heard a soft tap on my door.
I rose to answer it, wondering who it could be. I pulled the heavy wooden door open to find Johnny standing on the other side. I allowed him room to enter. "How did the meeting with the guys go?" He inquired wasting no time.
"Except for Justin, I think that everything went okay. He really doesn't like me." I said with a smirk. Each time I spoke with Johnny I felt more comfortable.
"Justin's a hard person to get to know. He's guarded. But just give him some time. Everything will work out."
"Why wasn't JC there?" The question left my mouth before my brain had time to hit the brakes. "I was just curious." I tried to recover but knew that it was too late.
"JC's really private. I'm not really sure why he wasn't here today. He keeps to himself. I can go for weeks without even talking to him. That's just the way he is. Don't worry you will have plenty of time to spend with JC." Johnny stated a small smile formed on his face.
I looked at him, my disgust for myself even greater now that I realized that he knew my feelings about JC. I decided that that was the final straw. JC was just another man that I was hired to fuck, end of story.
"Well, the real reason I came up here was to see if you wanted to go shopping. I have to go to the mall and considering the fact that you are going clubbing with the guys tonight I thought that you might like to buy something."
"That would be really nice, just let me quickly change."
"You don't need to change. Please understand, Blake, you can dress however you like around here, there isn't a dress code." Johnny stated.
"No dress code," I questioned, "then what's up with the outfits in the closet."
"I'm sure that you can imagine why they are there. I wanted to give you some idea of what each of the guys tastes are."
"That's what I thought," I replied, "from what I have seen today, for Justin I have to wear the latest designer threads and Joey and Chris won't give a shit what I wear."
"That's not exactly true, though you have Justin figured out. He thought the baby blue silk shirt was a nice effect." Johnny stated with a smile.
"Pardon me," once again I needed his explanation.
"Baby blue is Justin's favorite color. He was sure you knew that and thought that was why you wore it to meet them."
I laughed. "You're kidding me. Why would I even consider that."
"All of his fans do. I think that might have something to do with his reaction toward you. I think that he thinks that you are a fan."
"Yeah right, well I'll be sure never to wear baby blue again. And I will be sure to tell that conceited punk that I hadn't even heard of Nsync until three days ago."
It was Johnny's turn to laugh. He shook his head, regarded me once again, and said, "well, whenever you're ready we can go to the mall."
He then turned and left my room.