Limousines and fairy tales
Stella loved it. It had been an accident, but how perfect. The look on his face… She inhaled his scent again, relishing it.
”What’s your name again?” he asked at last.
”Karen,” she said; he shook his head.
”No… That ain’t it. It’s Stella. I think that’s big enough to fit you… Stella.”
A vision swam into her mind. Astarte, the seven-pointed star, the lady of Babylon.
”I guess Stella is okay,,” Stella said noncommittally, and helped herself to strawberries. Strawberries, goddamnit! She didn’t want to eat anything!
”Are they good?” Tracy Bell said. “They look green to me. This one gonna taste better, I bet,” He chose one from his dish and loaded it with whipped cream. She had to open her mouth wide to get it all in. And she nipped at his fingertips under cover of all that cream. “Shit!” he said, and laughed. He licked the rest of the cream off his fingers while he studied her face some more.
”Well, listen,” he said. “Do you wanna go back to L.A. with me? _Cause we can eat strawberries at the hotel. But I swear to heaven, if we sit here any longer I’m gonna pull you under this table,” He tempered this threat with a melting look.
The heat flared up in her. She smiled and stood up. He put his hand on her arm; “Where you going? You ain’t leaving without me, are you?”
–Mother, I’d go under the table with him.– Aloud, she said; “I’ll be right back, Tracy.”
”What the hell you doing, cocksucker,” Tony hissed as she moved away. “You lose her, I’m gonna kill you.”
”I know,” Tracy watched her path. “She’s going to the john, is all. I got her, okay?”
”Mothafuckin’ Jeffrey’s going over there,” Toffer said suddenly. “Better go get her, Trace.”
Tony grunted. “He’s been watching her all night! I swear, if he touches her, I’m gonna kick his sorry ass!” He lifted half out of his seat. “Take her out the side door, man, we’ll see you at the hotel.”
Toffer laughed. “Man, you trust this little fucker that much?” He shook his head in wonder.
”Well, shit,” Tracy got up. “He’d just take my head off if I ever failed him, ain’t that right Tone?”
Jeffrey from Visage sure enough loitering in the hall. “Hey, Trace, where’d you find that bitch?”
”Man, you’d better disappear,” Tracy said urgently. “Before I remove your face,” Jeffrey’s mouth opened in protest. Tracy added; “And remove the rest of you — get gone, sucker, quick!” Back at the table, Tony was rising from his chair. Jeffrey took the hint at last, and ducked into the men’s room.
Stella knew nothing of this; The girl who had been called Karen was replacing the khol around her eyes, and adjusting her scarf. She wiped the last of her lipstick off and decided to leave it off; there was enough left as a stain, and it was better to be stripped for action. Her other lips though… She put her face up to the cold mirror. A wave of lust swept over her, leaving her shuddering. Her cunt was screaming for mercy. –And this dress is so tight.– She couldn’t get a finger between her legs, much less past her panties. Oh, well, back to the toilet stall. She worked the dress up her hips until she could slip two fingers in, enough to relieve the pressure a little. A small squeak escaped her. –Wish I’d brought an extra pair of underwear. These are so sticky I could hang them on the wall without a nail.– She stepped out of them and threw them into the trash. –Well that should hold you for a while,,– she told herself. –You’re good,,– her cunt sneered; –But you’re not Tracy Bell.–
Stella smoothed down her camisole and worked her dress back into place, and stepped out of the door. Tracy grabbed her elbows. “Let’s split,” he said, grinning.
”Now?”
”Yeah, now… You got a coat, anything? Oh, never mind, Tony’ll bring it with him,” He danced with impatience before her. “Come on, baby, I gotta get into you.”
”My date is gonna be pissed if I just ditch him like that,” Stella said dryly.
”Shit!” Tracy’s face fell. “That dude is — You really seeing him or something? I thought… well, I dunno what I thought,” Suddenly forlorn, his eyes slid downwards. He was staring, she realized, at her legs.
”Wait a moment,” She trotted back, ducked behind Glenn’s ear to whisper her message. Reaching back he patted her hand in affirmation. She avoided any eye contact from the table, but heard Tony’s chuckle as she made her escape.
”You ready?” He led her out the side door at a run. After the stuffy room the cool ocean air felt arctic and alive, the limousines stood waiting in a snobbish herd. “David! hey, Dave, man!” Tracy called, and a uniformed man darted out of a creamy white stretch. “Listen, man, Tony and Toffer are going up with Gina, okay? It’s just me and the lady.”
”Sure Tracy,” The driver opened the door. “Anywhere special?”
”No… We’re just going back to that ugly hotel.”
”Yessir.”
”And listen — don’t drive too fast, okay?”
”Okay, Tracy!” The chauffeur laughed and closed the door.
**
”Hit those buttons, baby,” Tracy hit a few as well. The privacy windows were up before the stretch turned onto the highway. He turned to the girl, gently assaulting her. Touched her shoulders lightly, pushed the scarlet covering off her hair onto the floor, grazed her lips with his, brushed his fingertips over the velvet waist, silken thighs.
”Stella!” he said exuberantly. “Oh lord, I’ve been waiting all night for this. Ooh, you’re fine, fine, fine, you’re so sweet — How do I get you out of this dress?” She laughed breathlessly under his onslaught, moving his hand aside to unzip it herself. Eagerly he undressed, wriggling out of his tight brocade trousers while she got free of the sheath. “Ooh,” he said appreciatively, as her lingerie came into view, so she stopped there. A fantasy figure, kneeling on the limo floor, swaying with its motion. He assessed her charms in one quick, connoisseur’s glance. The red mop of hair had to be a bottle job. Small, compact body, nice round ass atop long thighs. Tight stomach. Rather thick in the waist, because there was no room between her hips and ribcage. Not bad, though, he decided generously. Fine little tits, with their dark conical nipples pressing at the black chiffon camisole. The lace hem fell just below her crotch. The lacy black garter belt that held up the white silk stockings outlined her hips, framing her dark feathery pubic hair. No panties, and that was a nice touch. He lay back on the white leather seat. “Come hold me,” he said, and reached out to her.
Stella knelt at his side. Lust left her dizzy with his proximity. Orgasm ambushed her when his hands touched her back. –Not ladylike at all, and can he tell?– she wondered. --Got to slow down - She dug her fingers into his spine.
”Ooh, that feels good,” he said. “Can you give me a back rub?” He rolled onto his stomach for more. Stella kneaded the graceful shoulders, stroked down his spine.
”You feel plenty loose.”
He looked back at her. “Well actually, I got a massage right after the show,” he said, and smirked triumphantly. “It still feels good though,” he added.
–Oh, you little jerk,– Stella pressed his coccyx, ran her hands over his buttocks. “What a fine ass,” she said aloud.
”Oh yeah? You like it?” he said coyly.
”Oh yeah, much prettier than mine…”
Tracy was about to ask for a comparison, but the words died in his throat. Her hot breath trickling over his anus, touching his balls, what was going on here? She’d raped him, simple as that, back at the table when she’d stroked his side. He was pretty sure she’d come, just now, they hadn’t even kissed yet, and she was igniting fires he hadn’t planned on letting burn… “Wha’d you say?” he asked, startled.
”Makes me wish I had a cock,” she repeated. “Wish I could fuck you..,” And her fingertips slipped over his thighs, devastatingly. –Put up a fight, Cuz. Now, or you’re dead.– He could hear Tony laughing. –I’m dead, Tone, it ain’t funny.– “You couldn’t never do it,” he offered, weakly.
The girl gave a chuckle, deep-voiced. “I wouldn’t try to rape you,” she assured him. “I’d seduce you — you’d never even notice till it was too late,” Her hand went around his hip to cup his scrotum, his rapidly hardening cock.
”I’d give you head… and just once in a while I’d tongue your asshole,” Her tongue flicked at his buttocks, eliciting a snort of laughter. She was purring behind him. He relaxed again, letting her have her way in this fantasy. Her hand slid deeper between his legs. “I’d slide my fingertip in… and one day, when you are just so relaxed and horny, I’ll warm up a handful of Crisco…”
Her knee wedged between his, his legs slid apart so easily, oh lord. On his stomach on white leather. “…And say _spread your legs, baby’, and I’ll climb up your back-,” Her weight came down on him, her pubic bone pressing against his coccyx. He wriggled under her, her hot thighs heating his backside just like — his hands went up over his head, locking tight. “You gonna be in heaven, baby..,” Purring? She was growling, what kind of dame sounds like that, the kind that suck blood? –Tony, I think I’m dead.–
He heard himself whining. Legs wide, letting her ride him. She cupped his hard-on, sucked at his neck and shoulders. Got a rhythm, this dame, she humped like she knew what she was doing. Oh, yeah. She grunted, as if she’d come, pressing hard, and relaxed over him. He lay still, as she kissed him, letting the spell ebb away, before he turned under her, unwinding their legs as he went. He looked up at her through tangled lashes, a smile playing in the corners of his mouth.
”That was pretty good,” he said and she smiled, a little quizzically.
”You’re fearless,” she told him.
”Fearless?” He laughed, stretching himself under her; –Tone, I think I’m really dead,– “Good thing you don’t really have a cock, huh. I might have let you… I’d be in some pain right now.”
”Ah, I probably would have come before I even got it in,” she said. “You know how men are.”
The belly laugh felt good, a nervous release, and he pulled her down for a kiss, playing delicately along her lips with his tongue until she made a little sound of protest and sucked hard, pulling it into her mouth. Her thighs trembled against his, the heat absolutely spilling out of her cunt against his groin, she squirmed his cock to the brink of that heat, freed his mouth.
”I don’t have a cock, baby, you’ll have to fuck me.”
”Okay,” and his hand came between them to guide it in. She pulled her legs up to hug his waist with her knees. She watched his luminous brown eyes close, heard the note of passion come into his breathing, familiar to her as her own breath. For three years, Stella had been obsessed with his voice, listening for his indrawn breath between the words, the sound of his fingers hitting the strings of his guitar, just before the note is born. The minute intimations of the physical man, behind the techno-wizardry. The body was new to her, in its graces, its movements, the slender torso she embraced, but she knew the man, unerringly. His cock slid deep into her, like coming home. Damn well she knew it, this was a single night’s pleasure. She’d be alone in the morning. But just then, just for now, she had him and couldn’t worry about heartache.
After all, he wasn’t her only obsession.
Tracy began a sinuous dance, each movement ending deep inside her. His hands slid under the black chiffon, and lifted it over her head, unveiling creamy skin, sprinkled with dark moles. His hands roamed, eyes following until she felt as if she’d never been truly seen before, and all the while the motion of the road, and the lights flashing past the darkened windows… She leaned into his hands as they cupped her breasts, twisting against him, he rolled his eyes, bit his lip; “Oh lord,” his voice soft and high “Dance for me girl,” He moaned in time to his thrusts to egg her on. His nipples hardened under her fingers, sending a fresh shock of delight through her. She came down to feast on his neck. He clutched at her hips, his voice high in her ears, and she cried out with his thrusts. He seemed to gain strength with the sound, until he pushed at her, lifting her up and somehow over onto her back. She locked her ankles around his ass, pulling his weight down onto her. He threw his head back and moaned. She knew that sound, it was in his songs; “Tease Me,” “Subway,” “Getcha,” and suddenly, everything she’d been keeping in check all night came roaring up to sweep her away.
”Help me, Tracy,” she said, wildly. “I’m drowning in light.”
He saw it in her face, and froze over her, wide-eyed. “Oh, baby,” he said, and made a choking sound. “Hold on tight, honey,” Their mouths shared breath. Stella whimpered, in the grip of something out of control, filling her vision with his eyes halflidded as he worked over her. Her hands frantic on his back, slick with sweat. She heard the high note come into his breath, reached down to cup his balls, tight in her hand.
”You want me to,” he gasped “Oh… Okay… Coming home,” He slipped into his own rhythm, whining. At the brink he cried out, a high, shuddering question, and it hit him and a second cry was torn from his throat as if he’d found the answer. She clung to him, the echoes shimmering through her body.
At last, they fell limp. Stella brought her legs down with a sigh, as Tracy lay his head on her shoulder, caressing her hip, her breast.
”Ah, Stella, what a ride,” he said softly. The limo lurched as it came off the freeway. She tried to sit up in panic; he pushed her gently down again. “There ain’t no rush, baby. We could stay in here all night, if you want. We could tell him to drive to San Francisco and back…,” He kissed her neck, whispered into it; “I love you, baby.”
Stella laughed. “Bullshit,” she said lazily.
”I do!” Tracy protested. She looked down at him, nestled on her shoulder. He looked back, meltingly. “I fell in love with you halfway through the show, I sang every note just for you.”
”Oh, please. You couldn’t have seen me.”
”No,” he said; “But I knew you were out there… I knew it was you, the minute I saw you backstage.”
–Oh, Sweet Mother,– she thought. –Don’t let me fall in love, this guy will break my heart.– Aloud, she said; “I don’t need to hear that stuff, okay? We got together for some fun. I don’t need you to love me, you don’t know me…”
”Baby, I do know you. We just made love, don’t you know what that means?” He wriggled against her. “We gonna make lots more love tonight. Know each other real well, by morning,” He slid over her, to sort through the pile of clothing.
”What’s my name?” she challenged him.
”Stella.”
”It’s Karen.”
”Was Karen,” He plucked out her black velvet dress, folded it deftly, found his high collared shirt and began buttoning it. “There’s a lot of Karens in the world, and you ain’t one of them. You’re the star; Stella. From now on. I, Tracy Bell, said so,” He leaned down and buried his head in her lap.
”I love you,” he insisted. “Don’t put your dress back on, okay? I like that camisole you got on,” –That ought to get her,– but, astoundingly, she merely relaxed against the seat and murmured “All right.”
