by Stanislaw Kaslowski
Stephanie The Rockstar’s Muse Part 2
It was an uneventful ride back to Andrew’s place, or rather, as uneventful as a ride, handcuffed in the passenger seat with the most gorgeous woman in the world in the driver’s seat, fondling your cock at every stop light and stop sign, can be. Occasionally Stephanie would kiss him lightly on the lips, to let the upper part of his body get in on the action his lower parts were so enjoying. And always a light, mischievous smile graced Stephanie’s face. When she looked at him, she wasn’t sure whether it was love or lust that drove her. Probably a little of both. At the moment, neither she nor Andrew particularly cared.
It was relatively early, around 10:00 PM, but the streets were deserted, and the drive was quick, despite Stephanie’s lack of familiarity with the car or the roads. She learned quickly, and Andrew’s directions were sound. They reached Andrew’s apartment overlooking the Country Club Plaza in less than half an hour. Stephanie shut off the car and walked around to his side of the car and opened his door for him. He smiled.
“Well that’s mighty courteous of you ma’am. You’re not going to corrupt me now, are you?” He said in a mock southern accent.
“Well I don’t know. Do you want to be corrupted?”
“Desperately.”
The mischievous smile played across her lips once more. “Then quit your bitching, or I’ll gag you. Stop smiling, you know I will. Now come on, there’s so much fun to be had through that nice red door of yours.”
He was very thankful that his neighbor was a nice Baptist couple who never stayed up past 9:30. This would have been a wonderful situation to try and explain to Mr. and Mrs. Lorraine.
They reached his door, her supporting his rather awkward steps. When she unlocked the door with one of the keys on the ring that also held his car key, he laughed lightly. She looked at him puzzled.
“Oh, it’s nothing. Before the show today I put that key on the key ring. I used to just put the home key in my other pocket. I wish I still did that.” He squeezed past her and through the doorway. She slapped him lightly on the ass.
“Don’t worry. I think I’ll find my way down there eventually.”
“Well don’t be too long. Some of us have real work to do in the morning.”
By the time he uttered that unfortunate witticism, they were both standing in the small living room portion of his apartment. Truth be told, his entire apartment was a small portion. The aforementioned living room was adorned with a rather large beige couch, 2 large, shaggy pillows of the same color resting on either arm of the sofa. It was perched on a surprisingly expensive maroon plush carpet that felt like heaven on bare feet. The couch dominated the room, but a small fireplace was carved into the wall on the left side of the room, near a small opening that led into Andrew’s kitchen. On the right side was a small desk, an iMac sitting atop it. A 15-inch television sat on a cheap TV tray a few feet in front of the couch. Stephanie took in all of this in an instant, as well as noticing the door on the north side of the room. She pointed at it.
“Bedroom?”
“Yep.”
“Good. Let’s see if we can make it in there tonight, shall we?”
“Hey, I’m the one in handcuffs. My say in where we go tonight is kind of limited, wouldn’t you say?”
“You know, you were much quieter back at Kemper. You were so much more pleasant when you didn’t say much, ” she said with a wicked smile. “Now I’ll just have to stop your mouth.”
She put a hand on the back of his head, entwining her fingers in his auburn hair. She pulled his face fiercely to hers, kissing him with a passion that frightened both of them, not that Andrew was in a position to complain even if he had wanted to. The sheer intensity of the kiss forced Andrew to stumble backwards and fall onto the sofa. He landed heavily on the comfortable cushions, the force of his fall taking Stephanie down with him. She lay lightly on top of him, her hands now working at the zipper on his jeans. He wanted desperately to take her shirt off, but that wasn’t possible, for obvious reasons.
“I hope you have the key to these cuffs in that bag of yours.”
“You talk too much. I’ve got the key, don’t worry, but I think I like you like this. Now hush and enjoy this.”
She kissed him again to emphasize her point, and when their lips parted he stayed quiet. She was having less success getting his jeans off. She disentangled herself from his prone form and stood on the carpet in front of the couch, towering over him.
“Sit up, it’ll make this go so much faster.” She said, the smile gone, replaced with an almost scientific lust.
He struggled to sit up, a comic sight that had Stephanie futilely trying to hold back laughter. He scowled.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah keep laughing. We’ll see how you do when you’re wearing these damn things.”
She cocked an eyebrow. “Oh really? What makes you think I’m going to let you out of them in the first place?”
He grimaced, but stayed silent. He had finally managed to sit up, a precarious position on the couch. She kneeled in front of him and removed his shoes hurriedly, heaving them across the room in a fit of passion. Her hands crept up over the denim-clad topography of his thighs, inching their way up the crotch of his pants. She fondled his dick through the coarse denim; it becoming hard almost the instant it felt her fingers through his pants. She smiled at him.
“My, aren’t we ready and raring to go? Well, I wouldn’t want to disappoint, now would I?”
With a quick, practiced motion she unzipped the jeans and had them off before Andrew could respond. His boxers were off quickly, thrown on top of his shoes and jeans across the room.
This time she wasted no breath or time on words to him. Her left hand gently cupped and caressed his scrotum, while her right slowly pumped his dick to its fully erect state. That didn’t require much effort. He was not particularly large or thick, but he certainly passed muster, so to speak.
She brought her mouth over the head of his cock, her tongue caressing and teasing the head, tantalizing him with soft, gentle motions of her tongue. Her breathing was as heavy as his, her breath warm, adding to the sensation.
Stephanie pushed a lock of hair off her forehead and engulfed the head of his cock with her mouth, ending the brief teasing foreplay. She spent a good deal of time pampering and indulging just the tip of his cock, her head bobbing up and down in a demented type of nod, her lips were as soft as a pillow on the soft skin of the head, but her teeth nibbled lightly, the twin sensations pleasure and pain sending waves of ecstasy coursing through Andrew’s veins. It felt as though someone had taken a hypodermic needle and injected pure caffeine into his blood stream.
After she had coddled the head for what seemed like a pleasurable eternity, Andrew felt Stephanie’s lips slide farther and farther down the shaft of his cock. The fingers on her left hand pumped his dick where her lips hadn’t yet reached. Her lips slid down the shaft, and then her head would bob up, then back down, then back up, a feverish, passionate exercise which would have exhausted Stephanie had she not been thoroughly occupied.
Andrew had held out for long as possible, trying to hold back his ecstasy for forever, but when he felt Stephanie take his entire member deep into the back of her throat, and felt her fingers massaging his balls, he gave in to the urge for release and stopped trying to hold back his climax. It came quickly when he made up his mind to let go.
Stephanie felt his shaft pump in her throat, and felt his balls start to tighten, but she didn’t have the time or inclination to move her mouth. So she took his seed, all of it, in her mouth, the warm, salty substance flowing down her throat, sticking to the roof of her mouth and drying quickly on her tongue. Andrew had spurted loads of the stuff, and when the flow of semen paused she thought he was done, but he had still had miles to go before he slept, so to speak. Stephanie was not prepared for his second blast, as intense as the first, and this time his seed didn’t go down so easily. Most of it filled her mouth and cut off her breathing. She started to gag on it, and his member kept pumping away, seemingly sending liters of cum into her throat.
Just when Stephanie thought she could take no more, Andrew had one last burst, and as suddenly as it started, his torrent of cum ceased. Given time to recover, Stephanie was able to swallow the last of his ejaculations. She pulled her mouth off of his now limp cock and sat, exhausted, at his feet, breathing heavily, trying to catch her breath. The salty taste of semen covered her tongue like a low-lying fog covers the sun and she tried unsuccessfully to alleviate that taste.
Andrew’s eyes were closed in an exhausted ecstasy, his breathing laborious, chest falling up and down. His eyelids flickered open for a second, and when he saw her at his feet he smiled lightly and closed his eyes again.
“Is this funny to you?” She said, in a mock-offended tone.
“Oh no. Truth be told, I’m not sure how any situation where one is sitting on one’s couch, handcuffed, with the most beautiful woman in the world sitting at his feet after sucking him off can be anything but amazing. No, it’s not at all funny. I was just making sure this was real.” He said, his eyes remaining closed.
That wicked smile crossed her face again. “I don’t imagine in your wildest dreams you ever imagined Stephanie Newg on her knees, at your feet sucking you off.”
That brought a laugh out of Andrew. “In my wildest dreams? No, I suppose not. I imagine that pretty much every night in my normal dreams. You don’t even want to know what I imagine in my wildest dreams.”
“Oh, such a wicked, wicked boy. And I was just about to take the handcuffs off. How am I supposed to trust you after that little revelation?”
Andrew’s eyes flew open, and a look of desperation was evident within them. His tone suddenly grew grave, his voice pleading.
“Stephanie, please, I’m begging you. Take these things off. Please?”
She was touched by his pleading, not to mention a little astonished at the panicked tone of his voice. Wordlessly she reached into her gym bag and brought out the key to the handcuffs that lay in a side pocket of her bag. She reached behind his back and unlocked his cuffs. As soon as he was free he stood up and took her face gently in his rough hands. He kissed her gently, once, twice, three times, before he stepped back. He smiled at her.
“Should I carry you across the threshold?”
She shook her head. “Do you see a wedding dress made of white chiffon blowing in the wind?”
He shook his head.
“Then I think I’ll walk in, thank you very much.”
She walked into the bedroom and disappeared into the darkness of the room. He followed her without a word.
********
The next morning his alarm clock woke him at 5:30 with music from 103.4, the local radio station he had won the fateful contest from. Mechanically, he awoke from bed, and picked up his glasses lying next to his alarm clock. He walked over to his dresser and put on a pair of boxers. He slipped his feet into the slippers by his bed. It was only after all of this that he noticed Stephanie was not on the other side of the bed. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Andrew walked groggily into the front of his apartment, wearing only the boxers he had just put on.
Stephanie Newg was sitting at his desk, clad in one of his dress shirts and nothing else. She was hunched over a yellow legal pad, scribbling furiously with one of Andrew’s pens. Many and more pages were flipped over the top of the pad, and while Andrew looked on Stephanie flipped over another page and started writing feverishly on the next page. An empty coffee mug sat a few feet away from her.
Without looking up from the paper or taking a break from her writing, she addressed him.
“Good to see you up. For a while I was worried you were dead. You, my friend, are a very heavy sleeper. I hope you don’t mind, but I borrowed one of your legal pads and a pen. Usually I keep some paper and a pencil on me, but I haven’t had much use of them recently.” With that she lapsed into silence and seemed to forget he was there.
He strolled lazily over to his desk and tried to look at some of the pages she was finished with. She slapped his hand, hard. Shaking his head, and his hand, he smiled.
“Keep the legal pad, I’ve got a dozen of the damn things. That’s my favorite pen though, so I’d like that back.”
She nodded noiselessly, her only acknowledgement he had actually said anything to her. He stood awkwardly in silence for a few moments until it became too much to bear.
“How long have you been out here?”
Absent-mindedly she said, “A few hours I guess.”
Andrew shook his head and walked into the kitchen. A few minutes later he came out, visibly pale, a mug clutched tightly in an obviously shaking hand.
“Um, Stephanie? About my kitchen…”
“Oh yeah, I made coffee.” She still hadn’t looked up from the legal pad.
“I saw that, and I thank you for it. But why does my kitchen look like Hurricane Stephanie just blew through?” He asked
Her shoulders made a slight movement. It might have been a shrug. “I couldn’t find the coffee.”
His jaw dropped, and his widened in shock. “You…. You couldn’t find the coffee? It’s in the very first cabinet, at eye level, on the front of the damn shelf!”
The faux shrug reappeared. “You’d think that would be the first place I would look.” She flipped another page over.
“Jesus, I’m going to have to call in the fire department to clean that mess up.” He shouted.
“Probably.” Her eyes never left the paper.
He just stood there, staring at her incredulously for several minutes, his jaw hanging low. Her eyes never left the paper, and she kept furiously transcribing something onto the legal pad.
Eventually he pulled himself together. Placing the coffee mug on the desk, he sat heavily on the floor besides her chair.
“There is something we have to talk about.” He said, his voice deathly serious.
“And what would that be?” She said, in a dismissive tone.
“Look, I know what you are. I understand that you’re a star, that you have leave and that it’ll be hard to see you. I understand all that. That’s no problem. But have you thought about what’s going to happen with your fiancée?”
For the first time, she stopped writing. Her eyes stared dully, unfocused, straight in front of her.
“I don’t really know.” She said, weakly.
“Well, it’s kind of a big deal, wouldn’t you agree? I mean, Ross is a hell of a lot bigger than I am.” He smiled, but she just kept staring.
“I don’t know.” She repeated.
“Well, we need to think of something. It’s kind of hard to carry on an affair with someone when there are always cameras around, wouldn’t you say?”
She flung the pen onto the desk in a fury. Her eyes turned on him, anger flashing over them.
“Damnit Andrew, don’t you think I know that? Don’t you realize that I spent all of last night in your bed awake, trying to think of something? Jesus, I have no idea what the next move is. I’ve got to get back to the band, to the tour, to those horrible songs and disappointed fans. I have no idea what happens with us.”
He looked as if he was about to cry. He felt like it, but Andrew told himself he wouldn’t. “So was this some one night stand then? I just smile and nod and never see you again except on TV?”
Her glare softened, and tears flowed readily down her cheeks. A smile appeared amidst the tears. She reached out her hand and held his, gently.
“No. I promise you this much. This is not some one night rendezvous, OK? I don’t know what it is I’m going to do, but we’ll think of something. I will see you again, is that clear? If I have to move Earth, heaven and Hell to make it happen, I will. I promise you that.”
He smiled and laid his head on her arm. They shared that position, silently, for a few minutes. To both of them the time felt like a few seconds. Stephanie was the first to break the silence.
“I hate to sound rude and unromantic, but as you said last night, some of us have real work to do. Do you know what time it is?”
He looked at his watch. “6:00, on the dot.”
“Damn. I told Lanak I’d be at the arena at 8:00. Can I use your shower? I must smell like a someone who just ran a marathon and slept in a manger, no offense.” She said with a smile.
He glared at her in mock offense, and then smiled. “None taken, as long as you take no offense to me pointing out that you underrate your stench.”
“Deal.”
“Good. As for the shower, you’re free to use it, as long as you don’t mind me joining you.”
The wicked smile re-appeared. “What, and disappoint my ever-gracious host? I wouldn’t dream of it. Shall we?”
*******
Andrew drove the last few feet into the Kemper Arena parking lot. The clock on the dashboard read 7:45. They had left at 7:20, over Stephanie’s strenuous objections. It wasn’t that he wanted her gone, far from it. Andrew was just obsessed with punctuality.
The Doubtless tour bus, a 100 foot black monstrosity on 4 wheels loomed a few meters away, casting a shadow over the final moments in his car.
Stephanie sat in the passenger seat, wearing the white dress shirt she had had on in his apartment, and a pair of black sweat pants. They were the only things in Andrew’s closet that fit her, and she hadn’t brought a change of clothes.
They sat in silence for a few moments, just looking at the other one and gazing into each other’s eyes. Eventually, Stephanie lowered her gaze and took Andrew’s hand into hers.
“I have to go.” Was all she said.
“I understand. But before you go….” He kissed her deeply, and when they withdrew from each other’s embrace, Stephanie was crying. Andrew was trying to hold back tears.
“This is not goodbye Andrew. Believe me.”
“I believe you.”
With one last squeeze of his hand, she opened the car door and started to walk towards the bus. When she was almost there, a thought struck her and she sprinted back to his car, her gym bag containing her clothes from the previous day, the legal pad containing her scribbled writings, and those handcuffs, bouncing heavily by her side. Andrew rolled down his window hurriedly.
“What’s your address?” She asked, breathlessly.
“My address? What?” He asked, confused.
“Yeah, your mailing address. What is it?”
He thought for a second. He couldn’t write it down, neither one of them had thought to bring along a pen. Then he remembered the business cards he kept in the console of his car. He pulled one out and gave it to her.
Without a word, Stephanie Newg took it and ran to the bus. Before she entered she waved excitedly, and disappeared into the bus.
He rolled up the window and drove back to his apartment.
******
The vehicle started as soon as she set foot on it. On the bus, Stephanie was assailed by questions from the band’s manager, a short, squat, balding man with a ridiculous excuse for a toupee. He was livid.
“Where the hell were you last night?” He exclaimed, his pudgy little face glowing red with anger.
“At a friend’s.” She replied, breathless.
“Well, your little excursion to a ‘friends’ cost us an entire night of travel. There’s no way we could get down to Oklahoma City in time for the show in this bus. I had to charter a jet for you and your equipment! We’re taking you to one of the airports around here. The bus will meet you guys outside the arena in Oklahoma City.” He was fuming.
She sighed. “Joe-“
“Hold it. Don’t speak. I know what you’re thinking, and I don’t need your reasons. Don’t tell me; cause it hurts the pocket book.”
Stephanie sighed again. “Joe, listen to me. I’m sorry for the inconvenience and the cost. But frankly, this band has made enough money for you over the past 15 years that I think you can put up with my little excursion last night.”
Joe fumed, but didn’t say anything.
Stephanie relaxed and smiled. “Joe, out of curiosity, where are we going to be in a month?”
Joe rubbed his chin. “In a month? Denver, I think. Yeah, Denver.”
Her smile widened. “Thanks Joe. You’re a life saver.”