Lustful Memoirs
By: Gina - gina@basic-nstynct.com
Chapter ElevenAfter Lance and Jen departed, I returned to my room, stripped off my clothing and crawled into bed. The vision of JC lying on the couch continued to haunt my thoughts. Luckily, I was so exhausted that I didn't have long to mull over the scant details I knew about the man. Sleep claimed my body.
The next morning, I awoke much like I had the previous mornings. I opened the blinds and gauged the weather. I showered and changed. I wanted to see rehearsals. I walked down the stairs and into the gallery. The music that normally permeated the house was absent. I opened the door to the steps that would lead me to the studio and still there was silence. I descended down the steps and looked around. The entire place was empty. I was sure that they said that rehearsals would start at 10. I looked at my watch it was 10:15 and there wasn't a person in sight. I turned and walked back up the steps. I thought that I might find Johnny and figure out what was going on. As I entered the gallery, I noticed Jen coming in.
I stopped her. "Are rehearsals being held today?" I asked.
"No, they cancelled them," she replied. "I just stopped by to pick Lance up, we thought we might go on a picnic or something. The weather is beautiful."
"That sounds nice. Well, I have to go, have a good time."
"Thanks," she stated as I departed from the room.
I walked out of the gallery. Since I hadn't done much exploration since the day I arrived, I decided that I would scout out the magnificent home that I called home. I exited the gallery to left and found myself in a long hallway. To my right was a bedroom. The door was open revealing a room cast in shadows. All of the blinds were drawn. The bed was covered by a dark blue comforter and was neatly made. There was a small nightstand by the bed. A dresser sat by the windows and a desk resided in the corner. A small alarm clock took residence on the nightstand. I could see shoes in a neat line under the bed. The walls were absent of any type of decoration. In this otherwise grandiose home, this room was plain, empty. Except for the papers cluttering the desk and the shoes it appeared as though no one occupied the room. I glanced around once more and turned to leave. I collided with Justin. I lost my balance but there were no hands to grab my shoulders this time. He stared at me, his eyes cold. I couldn't understand what he was so mad about until he started to talk.
"What were you doing in there?"
"I was just exploring the house, I didn't actually go in." I replied, finding myself once again defending myself against unfounded accusations.
"Stay away from that room. I don't think you have any business being in this portion of the house anyway."
His words angered me and my face flushed red. "Look Justin, Johnny told me that while I was here, I was to make myself at home. He didn't tell me that there were parts of the house that were off limits. I'm sorry." My voice rose as I spoke and he stood before me shocked.
"Okay, listen, I'm sorry. But that is JC's room and you are lucky that I found you staring into it and not him. He's very sensitive about his space, so I would just suggest that you stay away from his room and possibly this side of the house."
Once again, I was confused. "Justin, I am going to ask you straight out, what the hell is JC's problem? Is it me, because if it is I could leave? Now you can tell me that it's none of my business but his behavior is peculiar to me and I don't want to do anything to piss him off."
"Did you read his journal?" The question was asked, the tone was unthreatening.
"I did not. I saw the damn book out in the sunroom. I admit, for a brief moment I thought about it, but I didn't open it. I went to the studio to return it to him and that's when he saw me with it. Justin, I don't know what his problem is. I met him by the pool my first night here and he didn't seem the way he is now. Is it me?"
I couldn't believe that I lowered myself to asking this conceited jerk his opinion, but he seemed to know JC on a level that no one else could reach. I wanted to know his thoughts.
He turned from me and shook his head as if an internal war was being fought in his head. He took a deep breath and returned his eyes to mine. "Look Blake," he began, "I don't want to sound like the conceited jerk, that I know you think I am."
My cheeks burned crimson as he read my thoughts.
"But, my advice to you would be to do your job and not concern yourself with other matters, especially JC."
"I'm am not concerned about JC, Justin, and I intend to do my job, but I just don't want to upset him in anyway and it just seems to me that I am."
"Blake, it's not you. Okay, that's all I can tell you. Now get away from his room before he gets back."
He turned and left. I followed, heeding his warning. I decided that the best place for me to be was my room. I returned there and hit the button on the CD player. The music filled the room and soothed me. I lay on the couch and let it caress me. I thought about the turn of events in my life, I thought this "assignment" was going to be a walk in the park. As it was turning out, I spent my days confused and frustrated. With these thoughts swirling in my head, I fell asleep.
I awoke later and glanced at the clock. Alarm rang through my body, I knew that I was going to be late meeting Joey. I had slept way to long. I headed straight for the bathroom to begin getting ready. Hurriedly, I showered and changed, pulled my hair up and applied my makeup. I left the room, not bothering to look at my thrown together appearance in the mirror. I just hoped that Joey wouldn't mind.
I knocked on his door. There was no answer. Panic seized me, maybe he had left, heading to tell Johnny that I was late and should be replaced. While standing there letting that thought brew in my mind, I began to think that maybe it wouldn't be so bad to return home. I wasn't having that much fun and besides I did nothing but annoy one of my employers. My thoughts were interrupted as Joey pulled the door open. His hair was wet and a towel was draped around his neck. He looked extremely sexy in his red button down shirt and black pants. The shirt was open at the chest so that one could see the nicely groomed hair covering his chest. He moved out of the way and led me into the room.
"Joey, I am so sorry for being late. It won't happen again." I stammered, hoping that he wouldn't be mad.
"It's okay, don't worry about it. I'm not exactly ready myself." He glanced at me and smiled. "Just give me a minute."
He departed into the bathroom, leaving me alone in his room. It was just as I had expected. Superman colors decorated every corner. The room was cluttered though not dirty. There were scrapes of paper thrown all about his desk. I smiled as I read the girls' names and glanced at the numbers jotted in hopes of getting a call back from this flirtatious stud. I was looking at the pictures of him and his family, when he exited the bathroom. He looked at me and then at the picture I held in my hand.
"That's my brother, me and my sister," he replied, his brown eyes stuck on the picture.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to pry." I replied.
"You weren't, it's fine. You ready, let's go out?" I looked at him as the question left his mouth. His trade mark red hair was now spiked and he had added his necklace, watch and rings to his ensemble. His cologne floated in the air, it was Nicole Miller. I stared at him for a moment, as confusion clouded his eyes. I recovered from my reaction to seeing him, and said, "Go out. You want to go out?"
"Yes, I want to go out. Is that okay?"
"You're the boss." I replied as we exited his room. We made our way down the steps and out the front door. We got in his car and he pulled off.
We arrived at a club. The line outside of people waiting to get in wrapped around the building. I looked at Joey who didn't seem concerned by the line.
"I sure hope you know someone that works here, or else we aren't getting in." I stated my tone joking.
"I know everyone that works here, this is my club." He stated without blinking.
"You're club, as in you own it?" I questioned.
"Yes, silly, as in I own it." He glanced at me, a smile spread across his face.
He opened my door and took my hand. We made our way to a side entrance and were escorted in. The table in the corner was empty, reserved just for him. Drinks were placed on the table, apparently the staff knew he was coming and knew what he wanted. We spent several minutes sitting at the table tasting our drinks when he pulled my hand. "Let's dance," he said to me, his brown eyes twinkling under the club lights.
We made our way to the dance floor and girls surrounded him. He regarded them courteously, as he told them, "not tonight." He then took my hand and pulled me into his arms. He was a great dancer, his body moved with the music, it seemed as though he became one with it. At rehearsals, he always appeared clumsy and tense, but here on the dance floor he was in his own element. His body free to do what it pleased not censured by the mundane dance routines.
We spent hours on the dance floor, returning to our table only to retrieve our drink refills. By the time the club was closing and the night was ending, neither Joey nor I were in a state that driving was possible. Joey looked at the manager of the club, "Hey, George, you mind taking me and my date home."
George laughed and grabbed his keys.
We arrived home and stumbled through the front door. I grabbed onto Joey so that I wouldn't fall over. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. He carried me up the steps like that. I couldn't help but laugh. He opened the door to his room with me still on my suspended perch. He walked toward the bed and tossed me upon it. Within minutes he had taken his clothes off and joined me on the bed. He wasn't one to waste time. His hands moved feverishly down my body. The want and desire in his eyes were evident. He made quick work of my shirt and bra as his lips closed around my nipple. He sucked it between his teeth and swirled his tongue around it. The sensation caused my skin to tingle as goose bumps formed over it. His hand kneaded my other breast before sliding down my stomach; he traced the outline of my belly button before dipping his hand inside of my pants. I spread my legs a little giving him better access. His hand touched my most sensitive area and I let out a shutter. He pulled away from me and smiled.
"So you like that huh," he asked, his big brown eyes glimmering with mischief.
"Yes," I replied as he applied more pressure. The scant clothe of my panties the only barrier between his fingers and me. I longed to get rid of it. I undid the zipper of my pants. He got the picture. He moved off of me and pulled them from my body, my panties soon joined them on the floor as I know lay before him naked. He looked at me.
"Damn girl, you are so fucking sexy," he muttered to me as he joined my lips with his. I smiled; he was sweet and gentle. I had never had an encounter with a paying customer that was so normal, for lack of a better word. We kissed for moments before he trailed kisses down my body. He stopped momentarily at my breasts, giving them each attention; he then moved his mouth lower until it reached the apex of my legs. He parted me and I felt his tongue enter me as his fingers fondled my clit. The sensation along with the alcohol swarming in my head was overwhelming; my body soon answered his probing hands as waves of orgasm took over. I lay still for several minutes regaining my breath and composure. He lay his head on my stomach, the roughness of his facial hair tickling my delicate skin. I put my hands in his hair and pulled gently to get his attention, he looked at me.
I smiled, "that was awesome, but I think that it's time for me to return the favor, since you are the one paying for this."
He laughed and moved off of me. I grabbed his arms and pulled him up farther on the bed. Within minutes I had trailed a wet path down his chest and stomach to rest my lips upon his cock. I took the head between my lips and swirled my tongue around it. His hands found their way into my hair as he began to move my head in the rhythm that he enjoyed. I had much experience in this area, I knew what men liked and I knew to let them lead. I moved my head in cadence with his hands as he began to move his hips to thrust deeper and deeper into my throat, I kept my muscles relaxed preventing myself from gagging. To my surprise, he grew bored with this quickly and he pulled me up to him. He smiled at me; "is there anything you don't do well?" was his question.
"I don't know," I replied with a smile.
His face changed from a smile to a devilish grin. "Well, let's find out."
I watched as he reached over into the nightstand and grabbed a condom. Within minutes he had moved down the bed, parted my legs and entered me without warning. He filled me completely, resting there for a time as my body adjusted. He then began to thrust slowly, tantalizingly. I reached my hand between us to finger my clit. He moved my hand, replacing my fingers with his. He then started to pound into me harder and harder. The bed beneath squeaked from the assault. My breath caught in my throat as my orgasm came in waves over my body. He followed me over the edge of ecstasy as I felt his hot liquid fill the latex sheath between us. We lay on the bed for moments, our sweat making our bodies cling to each other as we both come down from our pinnacle of euphoria.
Joey rolled off of me and cuddled into my side, fast asleep. I smiled at him. The night had been my best since I had arrived. My body satisfied, I gently untangled myself from his grasp, hoping not to wake him. He pulled the pillow close to him as I got off the bed. I gathered my clothes and made my way into his bathroom. I grabbed his robe hanging on the back of the door. I wrapped it around myself and quietly tipped toed out of his room, making my way quietly to my own. I had almost made it to the door when my body once again bumped into the figure known as JC.