The singer said into his microphone, “This beautiful redhead is shy, folks. Should I pick someone else? Maybe she'll be less scared if her beautiful twin sister comes up as well.”
At that, Rochelle reached across Todd's lap, grabbed my hand, and dragged me from my chair. Laughing, I only pretended to drag my new red-soled shoes as we moved to the side, past the burly security guys, and onto the stage.
The lights were hot, like I'd stepped from shade into the mid-day sun. I could barely see anyone in the audience, which made the experience less terrifying and more terrifying, at the same time.
The singer, whose name I would later find out was Remi, positioned me and Rochelle on a low bench that some men in all-black clothes placed on the stage. I sat, hoping people couldn't see my knees trembling, and grabbed onto Rochelle's hand. She gave me a sweet smile and a wink, and I was actually glad to be there. Thrilled, even.
Remi said something in French, and the audience laughed. I felt my cheeks redden with blush, because the way he was looking at me felt so dirty. Remi had a Justin Timberlake vibe, but dangerous. He had a wiry build and fiercely bright blue eyes, and his blond hair was grown out long enough to twirl in tight curls. His resemblance to a mythical angel was offset by his aggressively sexual stance, and that mouth. I'd never seen such a sexy mouth on a man. Maybe it was the way he growled when he sang, or the things he was saying in French.
The band started, and he sang a song that was only partially in English, switching back and forth between the two languages. He shook his hips, then got down on his knees like he was begging, and writhed on the stage floor, walking his body in a circle with his chained-boot-clad feet. He finished the song by lying across both of our laps, on his back.
I stared at his beautiful eyes, those heavenly light curls, his snarling mouth, and then… in those tight pants… oh, goodness. My brain fairly screamed it: ROCK STAR COCK!
Too quickly, the song was finished, and Rochelle and I were carefully making our way back down to our seats. I grabbed for Smith's hand and gave him a quick kiss as I took my seat.
He raised his eyebrows as if to say, having fun yet?
I gave him another kiss, deeper this time, to show him how turned-on I was.
After I tore myself away from my sexy beast (who was a rock star in his own way), I noted with a smile that Todd still had monster wood in his jeans.
After the concert, the four of us climbed into the town car, and the driver, Claude, drove us back to the hotel. Smith had extended an invitation to Todd and Rochelle to have “a nightcap” with us.
My ears were ringing from the loud concert, and the songs seemed to linger in my body with a pleasant thrumming vibration.
As my two friends admired and gushed over the private elevator and then the penthouse, I saw everything with fresh eyes, and the dream of it all sparkled once more. This must be how I make Smith feel about his lifestyle, I thought.
Smith popped the cork on a bottle of champagne while I put on some music, and then… what can I say… the party started.
We sat in the sitting room and played an awfully silly drinking game called I Have Never.
One person names an adventurous act, starting with the phrase “I have never.”
Rochelle started things by saying, “I have never kissed Tori.”
I elbowed Smith to drink. “I can't believe you've never played this. See, you have kissed me, so you have to drink.”
“Oh!” His eyebrows shot up, and he took a sip of the bubbly champagne. “A teen drinking game, played with Cristal. I guess now I've done everything.”
Rochelle said, “I've only kissed Tori once, at the concert tonight, but it was nice.”
Todd's eyes flitted nervously between the two of us women. “I can't believe how cool you two are being about this. Honestly, when I saw Tori at the concert, I thought about faking a stomach ache and leaving.”
The four of us were comfortable in the suite's sitting room, the two of them on a sofa across from me and Smith. I reached forward and patted Todd's knee, giving him a puppy-dog look. “We're all friends here,” I said. “No need to be nervous.”
His eyes widened, as though telling him not to worry had done the exact opposite.
I felt my face tighten with a mischievous grin. “What's wrong, Todd? Are you scared?”
He stared into his champagne. “I just can't help thinking about what a coincidence it is that I won a contest I don't remember entering, and then I run into you, and your billionaire boyfriend.”
I laughed and threw my arm around Smith. “Billionaire boyfriend. I like the sound of that.”
“I'm all yours, princess,” Smith said, grinning. “We can stay up all night. You're in charge.”
I kissed him, rewarding him for being such a good boy. I wondered when the bad boy was going to come out, but for now I was enjoying my glamorous, champagne-filled life.
Rochelle stood and asked if I wanted to accompany her to the powder room. I jumped up. We had a few things I wanted to talk about.
I'll spare you the details of our giggling discussion, and just tell you what happened next.
Todd didn't take much convincing, but, to my surprise, Smith said he preferred to stay out of it and just watch.
And watch he did, from a chair pulled up next to the king-sized bed. He gave us a few pointers as we tied Todd's wrists to the headboard.
“Give him slack,” Smith said. “Nothing ruins a great moment like having to readjust because someone's losing circulation.”
Todd was very quiet, a mix of delight and terror on his face. His amber-brown eyes shone gold in the flattering light of the master bedroom.
Rochelle and I left him there and ran to the master bathroom to freshen up and put on our outfits. We both giggled as we snipped the price tags off the sexy lingerie I'd bought five days earlier at the sex shop.
Rochelle groped me with her eyes as she said, “It's girls like you who make me unable to go straight.” She zipped up my dress, which was purple, plastic, and translucent. “I want to f**k you so hard.”
I laughed. “With what?” I teased.
She wagged her tongue out at me, then pulled me in for another kiss.
I said, “I don't really… I mean…”
“You're straight, I know. Don't sweat it. You're okay with touching and kissing, right?”
“Well, yeah.” I ran my hands over the black, lace bustier I'd loaned her, and gently squeezed the tops of her br**sts. “It's kinda like touching myself. You are really sexy. Wow.” I leaned down and buried my face in her bosom for a moment. I moaned, then said, “No wonder men like girls. We're so soft and pleasant.”