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Copyright 2012 Adora Bell “Sara, come on! We'll be late!” Sara Matthews took one final look in the mirror and sighed. She loved her new bangs, but today they just didn't want to behave. Running her fingers through her long, dark hair, she smiled ruefully at her reflection. In her skin tight leather pants and artfully distressed t-shirt, she knew she looked good. “Sara! What are you doing up there?” Her best friend Erica was growing impatient. They'd been looking forward to this evening for so long. With one final swipe of lip gloss, just for good measure, Jessica grabbed her bag and dashed down
the stairs. Erica was standing by the front door, hand on hip, jangling her car keys. Sara and Erica had met on their first day of high school, and been firm friends ever since. “If we miss the support act because you were messing about with your hair, our friendship is over,” Erica teased, draping Sara's jacket over her shoulders as she hustled her out the door. “As if you care about the support band! We're going to see Compass, that's all that matters.” Sara grinned. She had followed Compass ever since they released their first single, “Back Track.” The minute she
cradling his electric guitar. her heart melted. Jack took up most of the foreground. She studied his flawless face. sweeping the soft toys off her bed so that . with its razor sharp cheek bones. his deep brown eyes seeming to look right at her. letting the music wash over her. delicate fingers ready to tease beautiful sounds from the strings. Sara imagined Jack stepping out of the poster. As she lay in her bed. growling voice. singing about regrets and lost love. framed perfectly by a sweep of dark hair.heard Jack Carter's deep. Sara could almost imagine Jack was right there in the room. His strong hands gripped his instrument. She had dragged Erica straight to the mall to pick up the album. and spent the rest of her allowance on a near life size poster of the band.
His soft lips touching her own.he could slide between the sheets with her. applying just a little pressure. Tentatively. . Jack's lip piercing grazing her flesh as he gently eased his tongue into her mouth. kissing her all over. exposing her already plump breasts. feeling the wet spot on her underwear. Sara's breathing grew heavier as she gave herself up to the fantasy. Jack peeling her night dress off. She pictured herself peeling off his black t-shirt. Just the thought of it made Sara feel strange. tracing the lines of his tattoos with her fingers as he kissed her deeply. sort of hot all over. she slid her hand down her body. The delicate spot between her legs was tingling. running her hands over the smooth muscles of his torso. and she felt a rush of moisture soak her panties.
seeking her swollen clitoris. filling her to the brim with his thick. . frantically fucking herself as she imagined Jack above her. and a tiny moan escaped her lips. she thrust first one. her eyes locked on the ceiling above her bed. Jack's soulful expression heightening her excitement.” she groaned under her breath. Seized by her passion.The slightest movement set off a wave of pleasure that coursed through her. desperate for more pleasure. Jack. hard cock. She slid her fingers through her soft pubic hair. then two fingers into her pussy. She rubbed her clitoris in circles. imagining her idol lowering his head to her desperate pussy. pleasuring her with his lips and tongue. “Oh.
she would have him for real. dripping with sweat.” she groaned again.“Jack. Panting. every muscle in her body quivering as her pussy clenched around her fingers. One day. feeling the orgasm building inside her as she arched her back. pushing her fingers deeper inside herself. She moaned. grinding the heel of her hand against her sensitive clit until she finally exploded. oh Jack. and at least part of Sara's dream was about to come true. Sara sank back into the bed as the tiny aftershocks ran through her. Five years later. gazing up at Jack's beautiful face. Erica had entered a phone-in competition . She gently eased her fingers out of her pussy and lay still. she promised herself.
mingling with the stars. they would finally be backstage. Tonight. The prize was two backstage passes to see Compass at City Stadium. been the lucky tenth caller. It was the final stop on the North American tour. They had slept in line for festival tickets. and against the odds. all in the hopes of getting close to their heroes. paid extortionate amounts on internet auction sites and lingered outside stage doors into the early hours. But the closest they had got was when Erica touched the bass player's hand from the front row of their charity gig in Boston. Sara had played over what she would say to Jack so many times in her . The girls had been beside themselves with excitement for the past couple of months.with their local radio station. before the boys headed to Europe.
mind. *** . but she still couldn't decide on the best approach. but she was scared of seeming like a shy idiot.. and sang along to every word at full volume. She didn't want to seem too forward.. as she stared through the window of Erica's beaten up Honda.or clamming up completely. but the crummy weather couldn't dampen the girls' spirits. Rain drops clattered against the wind-shield. like just another slutty groupie. Just be yourself. They turned the new Compass album up as high as the cheap stereo would allow. she repeated to herself like a mantra.
“Well you better not have a girl in there. breathing slowly in and out. cos I'm coming in!” Jack sighed inwardly as Jared bounced through the door clutching a sheaf of paper. his manager's attempts to calm him down only every made him more nervous. Despite being in his early fifties. head in hands. everything would be okay.“Jack. But Jared was the last person he wanted to see at that moment. If he could only get rid of this nauseous feeling. are you in there? Open the hell up!” Jack stayed slumped in his chair. .
pushing them forward. you . “you've got to learn to deal with these nerves man. I hate seeing you like this. Jared was always behind them. Jack knew they couldn't have succeeded without him. “What's up Jared?” he grunted. taking in the front man's pale face and grumpy expression.” “I'll be fine once I get on stage. but sometimes he wished he would just take a holiday. and expected the same from the band. forcing a good performance out of them.Compass' manager seemed to have boundless energy. No matter how worn out they felt. “Still feeling sick?” His manager asked.
he'd seen it destroy families...know that. right buddy?” Jared slapped Jack hard on the back. He was always a wreck before gigs. Jack didn't want to become dependant on those things to perform. He had thought it would get better once Compass hit the big time. Besides.. you'll be a fucking rock star.” “You'll be better than fine. He'd seen it destroy so many careers. Like always. but as the crowds and the venues grew. alcohol just made him vomit. Carter. and he willed himself not to throw up. “Now don't freak out. but we've made . Nothing seemed to help. drugs just amplified the feeling. so did the intensity of these nervous attacks.
He threw himself into the rock star cliché.” Jared went on. and before the band made it big.a few changes to the set list. and Jack bristled. fighting him tooth and nail for the spotlight. But more than any of them. throwing money around. trying to throw him off. “We? Do you mean Michael made changes?” Jared's expression told him his assumption was correct. Jack's mood darkened even further. a solid friend. He couldn't stand the thought of Jack getting . He hated last minute changes. fame had gone to Michael's head. starting fights with other artists. He was so tired of Michael's petty little power plays. and taking fans back to his hotel room after every gig. Michael was a talented bass player.
we've talked about this! I don't want to sing that goddamn song!” “But Jack-” “I said fucking no.” “For fuck's sake Jared.. So we've put 'Back Track' in at the end of the set. We want to play new stuff.” . just before the encore.. I know you two don't see eye to eye on a lot of things. Not right now. okay? I just. “Look.more attention than him. sure. Jack. that's what the fans want.I can't handle that. but you've got to throw some of your hits in there. but I actually agree with Mikey this time round.
“Just get the fuck out.Jack looked Jared straight in the face. looking at himself in the mirror. “We've already agreed on it Jacky boy. Shit. and his temper flared. But for all his excellent qualities. Jared backed out of the dressing room. mentally pleading with him to understand. Holding his hands up in supplication. Jared! Fuck off and leave me the hell alone!” He snapped. just this once.come on. To let it go. I can be a real asshole when I want to be.. do it for me?” His wheedling tone set Jack's teeth on edge. .. Jared was no mind reader. Jack thought.
“Can you see a parking spot anywhere?” Erica said. The girls jumped out of the car. Just then. a black SUV reversed out of a spot a couple of rows down. and Erica raced towards it before it got stolen. searching for a space between the rows and rows of vehicles. As they rounded the corner. Sara . and ran towards the stadium entrance. *** Sara squinted. peering into the gloom outside the car window. jackets held over their heads to protect their hair from the drizzle.
Compass attracted a diverse fan base with their entrancing sound. The line up at the door was enormous. Sara had even caught her Mum singing along when she played them in the car. a great crowd of people snaking round the block. There were a few middle aged couples. Gaggles of teenage girls in band t-shirts batted their eyelashes at older guys with tattoos and piercings. looking a tiny bit nervous amongst the rabble.” Erica shouted over the din. pointing up to a sign that read 'VIP Entrance. too. “Oh look.caught her breath. They looked sternly at the girls as . that's where we need to be. The much smaller door had no line-up. but was guarded by three burly doormen in black suits.
finally cracking a smile.they hurried towards them.” one of them said gruffly. did people actually try to fake these things. and the doorman chuckled.” “Thanks so much. ey?” The bouncer said. checking the fine print. “Line starts over their ladies.” Erica gushed. The bar's open at the side of the stage. Erica rummaged in her bag for their passes. “Just you have fun tonight ladies. The head bouncer shone his torch on them. and held them out. or you can go hang out in the lounge until the music starts.” . Sara wondered? “Lucky prize winners. “I guess you'd better come on through.
she might even look up their latest album.Sara grabbed Erica's hand and gave it an excited squeeze as they passed through the corridor. Not only was she about to see Compass live. Between the lights and the mass of writhing bodies . Sara took another sip of her drink. Beers in hand. the girls wound their way through the crowds of people until they were right at the side of the stage. Sara felt another little shiver of excitement in the pit of her stomach. But now it was time for the main event. The warm up act had been better than Sara was expecting. . it was hot as hell. and into the brave new world of the VIP section. but she would be only inches from Jack Carter the entire time.
he could picture the crowd. ladies and gentleman. Frozen at the side of the stage. Jack felt his stomach lurch. their expectant faces. *** “And now.. . Erica reached over and squeezed her arm. and they grinned at each other.don't think about it. Please give a very warm welcome to COMPASS!” The end of the announcement was drowned out as a scream went up from the audience.. the moment you have all been waiting for.Suddenly the lights dimmed.
coaxing out the beginning of 'Hard . the crowd roared. Jack steeled himself. Jack swallowed hard as he gripped his guitar. punched him gently on the shoulder. Somewhere beyond the smoke and the lights. turning on the charm as he bantered with the crowd. Let's do this. Michael was at his microphone already. willing his throat not to close up. of course. Then Donny dropped the beat. Jack's fingers seemed to move by themselves.” Taking a deep breath. the drummer. Jacky boy. Donny. “Time to go. caressing the strings of his guitar. and Michael let rip with the opening chords. and stepped onto the stage.he told himself.
make his heart sing and his head clear. no longer his heartbroken. As he approached the edge of the stage to brush the hands of his . He was a star.” He let the music carry him. Compass were on fire. the man every woman wanted to be with. the face on the cover of every magazine. the man who had sold a ten million albums. He was Jack Carter. Jack was flying high. and another great shout came from the crowd. he was no longer a nervous wreck.Times. vulnerable self. And as he leaned in to the microphone. They stormed their way through the set. putting his heart and soul into every last note. angry. new material and old favourites winning the same ecstatic reaction from the crowd. lift him up.
delirious fans. and that Michael was scowling at him. There was something about the light in her dark brown eyes that caught his attention. already launching into the opening notes. The very . Jack realised he was still staring at her. He was already nodding to Donny. She was stood at the side of the stage. He quickly returned to his position. one face in particular caught his eye. But Michael wouldn't give him a chance to weasel out of it. framed by heavy bangs that only emphasised her delicate beauty. although he already knew what was coming up next. Jack couldn't tear his eyes away from her perfect heart-shaped face. Just the thought of it made his heart sink. As the last bars of the song faded away. throwing a glance at the set list. in the VIP area.
they're going to play 'Back Track'!” Erica yelled into her friend's ear. *** “Oh my God. the sound of girls screaming almost drowning out the music. while it remained one of their most popular hits. There were rumours that Jack Carter hated the song. But the fans were going crazy. Sara.sound turned a knife in Jack's gut. although nobody had any sensible theories as to why. Sara could . Neither of them could quite believe it. the band had refused to play the song live for the last three years.
She watched Jack's face as he leaned in to his microphone. The intensity of his gaze moved something within her. His eyes were cast down to the floor. almost reluctantly. Sara felt as if she was staring right into his soul. until suddenly he looked up. and she had a sudden urge to leap up on the stage and throw her arms around him. This would always be her favourite song. He could put so much feeling into just a few words.feel every beat of her heart as the music washed over her. as if avoiding the audience. singing the first few lines softly. His eyes locked into Sara's. And he sang the chorus as if singing just to her. “And if I could retrace my steps/What .
the anguish of lost love into a single song. the . As the final notes died away. His head drooped. that they were unlikely to witness ever again. there was total silence. lowering his gaze back to his guitar. the crowd still processing what they had just witnessed. Sara's were not the only tears in the audience.wouldn't I say?” Jack belted out the line. such depth. It was as if Jack Carter had distilled all the pain. It resonated with anyone who had ever felt love and loss. For a moment. his voice full of raw emotion. and Sara could have sworn she saw tears in his eyes. There were certainly tears in hers. Jack finally broke their connection. A performance of such intensity. Then the cheering began. as if he had put all of his energy into the performance and was now drained.
hollering and screaming and applause louder than the arena had ever seen before. Jack Carter put down his guitar, and gave a sweeping bow. Then he straightened up and walked off the stage. “Sara, that was so incredible! He was looking right at you the whole time!” Erica shouted at her friend, pulling her into a tight hug. Sara smiled back at her friend, sharing her excitement, but at the same time feeling a nagging anxiety in her chest. She couldn't pin down the reason, but something in Jack Carter's look had shaken her. The crowd were chanting now, demanding an encore. Five minutes passed. Then ten. The crowd grew ever more restless, hollering at the stage, waiting for their idols to return. Fifteen
minutes. And then the lights came up. “Why aren't they coming back on?” Erica wondered aloud. “No idea,” Sara muttered, but her sense of foreboding was growing. Compass always played an encore; they were famous for going out with a bang. What was going on? There were groans from the crows, and even a few boos. Someone started up the chanting again; “We want Compass!” “Show's over ladies and gentleman. The bar will remain open for another fifteen minutes. We hope you enjoyed your night.” The loud speaker announcement
sealed it; Compass were done. “At least we might get to see them backstage, “ Erica squealed, propelling her best friend towards the rear doors. Sara only nodded. She was still thinking about Jack Carter.
Jack kept walking. Through the wings, past his dressing room, through the stage door before anyone could stop him. Down the dingy alley at the back of the arena, and onto the streets. Letting his long fringe fall over his eyes, Jack stepped
through the puddles of rain water, not caring. Fuck the rain. Fuck Michael, fuck that song, fuck all of them. They all expected him to smile for the crowd and act like nothing ever happened. At the end of the day, nobody cared how he felt about anything. A hot salty tear escaped and dripped down his face. Jack brushed it away with the cuff of his shirt. It was late, and as he moved away from the busy centre, the streets grew quiet. Everyone was hurrying home to escape the weather. Finally, he reached the bridge. Gazing over the guard rail, Jack watched the dark river rush beneath him, cold and uncaring. He had never felt so lost. The tour was a success, sure, the atmosphere at every gig electric. But
But at the end of the day. He wondered if it would hurt. throwing themselves at him. It took his full strength to haul himself over the guard rail. And at this time of year. Every day hurt. There were girls everywhere. and wondered how long it would take to drown. .that's when the thoughts came creeping back.afterwards. He stared once more into the dirty water. he was still alone.. the cold might just be enough. The guilt. when he left the stage and sloped back to his dressing room. The current here was powerful. Drinking could only numb him so much. not that it mattered. Jack sat on the edge.. and the pain only seemed to get worse. desperate to keep him company for the evening. The memories.
A promise. just needed some fresh air.his legs dangling over the nothingness below.” . “I'm fine man. He pulled it out of his pocket. Jack sighed. “Jack? Thank God. Jared. He wasn't crying any more. then pressed the button to answer. He hesitated. He'd been sitting there about twenty minutes. where the hell are you? Are you okay?” There was genuine concern in his manager's voice. when the buzz of his phone in his pocket disrupted his reverie. The cold wind on his face and the damp smell of the river were almost a comfort.
then you can go right back to the hotel. Shall I come pick you up?” “Don't worry about it Jared. you just need to show your face. ok?” Jack hung up. this gig is going to go down in history!” “Um. .” “Come on Jack. I'll take a cab. then swung himself back over the rail.” “That's my boy.“Okay. cast one last look into the black depths of the river. today life went on. Just hurry up. well can you get your butt back here? I've got press people waiting. He had work to do.. Be there soon. Like it or not..
*** Sara rolled her eyes. She had homed in on the bass player as soon as he'd appeared at the party. and let Michael pour another shot down her throat. Her friend had already had way too much to drink. and with Erica's long blonde hair and blatant curves on display. Sara winced slightly as Erica tipped her head back. and she wasn't sure how they were going to get home. her legs draped over his lap. Erica was laughing herself silly at yet another one of Michael's jokes. the attraction seemed to be mutual. Although by the looks .
“Mike says we can crash in his hotel . Erica had no plans to leave any time soon. but she could already feel the buzz of the alcohol in her own bloodstream. While the rest of the band were in party mode. Sara took another swig of her beer. and Sara sidled awkwardly over to the couch where her friend was still entwined with Michael. Jack Carter was still nowhere to be seen.of things. She was trying to pace herself. Yet somehow she couldn't let go and enjoy herself. “Sara! Get over here. she knew. It was silly.” Erica demanded. Sara kept seeing his face in her mind. but she was worried about him. the pain behind his eyes as he gazed back at her.
I'll be right back. As she waited for the bartender to take her order.” Erica giggled. uh. instead of standing around all by yourself. she heard a commotion at the other end of the . giving her a wink. “Awesome. I don't think I should try and drive us home right now. “ Maybe you should come join us on the couch here.” Sara shuddered at the thought and hurried off towards the bar. trying to keep the disdain from her voice.” Sara said. “Anything to help a pair of lovely young ladies out.” “I.room tonight. isn't that awesome!? Cos. just need a refill.” Michael said in his syrupy voice. you know.
she saw Jack Carter striding through the crowd. Sara's stomach gave a little flip as he approached the bar. his eyes looked red. not smiling. It gave her . “Scotch neat please Jim.” he said gruffly. a mix of leather and sweat and aftershave. He was dripping wet. and she thought she saw him start. and unless she was imagining it. His scent invaded her nostrils. avoiding everyone who tried to catch his attention.room. as if he recognised her. he was even more handsome than she had imagined. He smiled at Sara. and she felt her heart melt.” Jack added. He turned towards Sara. Looking up. Up close. “And whatever the lady wants.
. wow. “You really liked it that much. just.” Jack seemed to consider her for a minute. she wasn't imagining things. and she felt her cheeks flush as he examined her face. huh?” . he actually had been looking at her. It was amazing. “It was incredible.chills.you were.I've never seen anything like it... “I saw you in the crowd. Did you enjoy the show?” Sara's eyebrows shot up in surprise. The best one I've ever seen.. When you sang 'Back Track'. he knocked back his Scotch and motioned to the bartender for another. Expression unchanged.
Sarah nodded. it felt so raw.. are you?” . and Sara instantly regretted her question. “I. I didn't mean to pry.” Sara shot him a quizzical look. it was worth it.” “You're not a journalist.. Despite her nerves at being confronted with her idol. didn't it?” Jack's expression darkened. Like it was more than just a song. “In that case. She had touched a nerve. I just.when you were singing.I'm sorry. “Worth it? It really hurt you to sing that song... she felt she had to know.
But still. I'm glad you enjoyed it.Jack said. That's why we don't sing it any more. His touch sent a little shiver through her. Just a fan. “It always hurts. You don't seem like the type. “ No. not a journalist.” “No. anyway.” He reached out and shook Sara's hand. I don't think I even asked your name. I didn't think so. Seems like it's worse lately. Not when I have any say in the matter. Jack sighed. so .” After an awkward moment of silence. then not waiting for her reply. There was something so gentle. Sorry.
“Can I get you another drink then. the new album. Sara?” They sat and drank.” Sara flushed. but you sure make it sound beautiful.she hadn't expected that. the European tour. “I'm still not sure what you're saying. He smiled when she corrected his pronunciation. and made her giggle with his terrible attempts.sincere about him. Jack told her he'd been trying to learn French. About life on the road. and talked.. . Was he flirting with her? She drained the remains of her drink.. It was so different to the commanding persona you saw on stage.
Where had her friend gone? Scanning the room..” Sara murmured.. “Excuse me just a second. She felt a little rush of fear. his face a picture of concern.. she could see no sign of either of them. feeling a little dizzy as she stood up.... .but she was pretty drunk“Sara? Are you ok?” Jack was at her side. As she turned to head to the washroom.Erica was smarter than that. she realised Erica and Michael had vanished from their spot on the couch...and realised she desperately needed to pee. Surely she wouldn't go back to the hotel alone.
I'll help. and both sets of washrooms. I just hope she's ok. not normally.” The look on Jack's face was hard to read. She was with Michael. but there was no answer. “She's had quite a few drinks. No sign of her. .“My friend.” Sara tried calling Erica's cell.” Jack took her hand and led Sara through the crowd as she scanned for Erica. She wouldn't ever leave without me. They checked the second room. She's gone. but it didn't make Sara any less anxious for her friend. “Maybe we'd better go look for her.
“Michael? Are you in there?” Sara called Erica's name. pounding on the door again and shouting his band-mate's name. Maybe they went back there. Jack pressed his ear to the door.“Let's try Michael's dressing room.” he said. Jack marched right up to the dressing room door and hammered on the wood. .” Jack's voice was grim as they hurried down the corridor. “Erica!” Sara called again. “There's definitely someone in there. but there was no response. Bending slightly. and this time they both heard the faint sound of a woman's voice from behind the door.
and Sara saw her lace trimmed underwear lying on the floor.. “Sara. Erica was pressed up against the table. what the hell? This chick's . As they entered. and squaring his shoulder. her long legs dangling lifelessly. his hands still under Erica's clothing. “Michael. as if her eyes couldn't quite focus.” Jack said.?” She slurred. “What the fuck man? Get out of here!” Erica just stared at them vacantly. gave the dressing room door a hard shove.“Michael! Open this door! Oh fuck it. Michael spun round. Her dress was rolled up around her waist.
“This is your idea of fine. supporting her as she slumped against her shoulder. Michael rounded on Jack. is it?” Jack . Jack had to help her carry Erica to the sofa.” Sara helped Erica stand. buttoning up his pants in the process. Erica's legs buckled. But as her feet touched the floor. Her friend could barely keep her eyes open. Stay out of what doesn't concern you. what are you doing?” Sara went to her friend. “Dude. easing her dress down over her thighs. what's your problem? She's fine.off her head.
“Asshole. and left the room.spat.” . mingled with guilt. Michael gave a shrug. not even casting a last look at Erica. Jack shook his head.” “It's my fucking dressing room -” “Get the fuck out!” Jack growled.” Sara felt rage rise within her. “Just get out of my sight Michael. before I do something stupid. She shouldn't have left her friend alone with this bastard. “So she's had a few drinks. She's just another drunk little whore.
“Sara. “I don't feel so good. rubbing her back and telling her everything was going to be okay.” Erica whimpered. At least. holding her hair back. Sara sat beside her friend. I better get her to the ladies room. She let out a small groan. As soon as they reached the door. and Jack scooped Erica up like she weighed nothing and carried her to the washrooms. Erica seemed to come to and bolted for the cubicle. Finally. . Erica sat back on her heels and leaned against the wall of the bathroom stall.” “Oh shit. “Feeling any better?” Sara asked.” Sara said. thanks to Jack it was.
She was taken aback to see Jack . you know. I don't remember anything. I don't even know what happened.maybe. I'll go fetch you some water..smoothing her friend's hair out of her face. I'm so sorry Sara. Will you be okay?” Erica smiled weakly and gave a small nod. “Mmmhm. Giving her friend a pat on the shoulder. I dunno..” “Could he have. Sara hurried out of the ladies room.” “Okay hun. slipped you something?” “No. well sit tight here for a second. I didn't think I drank that much.
how are you getting home?” Sara frowned. Thanks though.” Jack smiled. “I had to make sure you guys were alright.” he said gently.” “Of course. uh. I. We can take her to the hospital if you like.hovering in the corridor. She hadn't even thought that far ahead. . Look. didn't realise you were waiting. “Hey. “how's your friend doing?” “Nothing she can't sleep off. get her checked out?” “She's awake and talking. I think she just needs to rest.
how old are you girls?” Despite the situation. but we just graduated college.. Sara couldn't help but laugh at his fearful expression. “Don't worry.. We're twenty-one.” Sara said with . Still living with the folks for now.” Jack gave her a worried look.. I don't even know if I can take her home in this condition. Looks like that won't be happening. Shit. “Um. I just.. we're not jail-bait.” “Sorry.I figured. don't worry.” “I know.“Erica was meant to be driving us.. her Dad will go crazy. so we haven't got a place sorted yet.
Damn. she could have taken Erica's car. the thought of spending more time with Jack was certainly appealing. But I've got a big suite back at the hotel.you'd have your own bedroom and everything. You're more than welcome to stay. “don't take this the wrong way. If she was honest... Might be easier than trying to get her home in this condition. it's only two blocks from here. “Look.... “ Sara wavered for a moment.” Jack said tentatively. especially when the alternative was an expensive cab ride with a puking Erica.surely .a smile. If only she had learned to drive a stick. The thought of a plush hotel room for the night was tempting.
” He smiled. I promise. I'd just feel a lot better if I knew you were safe. and Sara felt her stomach flip over. She might as well take a chance for once. Don't be silly. No strings attached. “That would be great. Thanks. she told herself. Why would a famous musician like Jack Carter be interested in .this was every girl's dream come true? But she didn't want to be another stupid groupie “Honestly Sara. he's just being nice. it's just a bed for the night.” The sincerity of Jack's tone clinched it.
” Jack directed the driver. they escorted a very wobbly Erica to the waiting taxi. This is what happens when you get in cars with strange men. “ but saves having to deal with the press.someone like me? Together. she thought to herself.” The car pulled in to a dingy alley. “ service entrance please. “Not a very glamorous spot. “ Jack grinned. I don't need pictures of me escorting two young women into me hotel room all over the front page tomorrow . and Sara felt a little stab of anxiety. “Ambassador Down-town.
past the kitchens. “We're going to be slumming it in . suggesting a decent amount of square footage inside the rooms.morning. and they emerged into another world. Sara had never set foot in a hotel this luxurious.” Looping an arm round Erica's shoulders. and the doors were set ridiculously far apart. Her feet seemed to sink into the hall carpet. and inserted his card into the lock of a door that did not even have a number. Jack guided them right to the end of the corridor. until they reached a service elevator. he led the girls through a shabby little door. Jack hit the button for the top floor. Through one more door.
” he said with a grin. twice the size of her and Erica's college apartment. and boasted three separate bedrooms. two bathrooms and two reception areas.Europe I think. The suite was huge. “ so the record company splashed out for tonight. The crowning glory was the floor to ceiling window in the . with a glass of water and some Advil in easy reach. Sara had time to truly take in her surroundings.” *** Having tucked Erica into the enormous bed.
The stress of looking after Erica had sobered her up completely. and she felt like a drink might take the edge off her nerves.” he said. “but I could do with a nightcap. he looked like the boy next door. and was wearing black sweat pants and a dark grey t-shirt. albeit a very handsome one.” Sara replied. Anything from the mini-bar catch your eye?” “Whatever you're having.lounge. He had shed his stage clothes. Being alone with Jack Carter was . “I don't know about you. Jack emerged from his bedroom. from which she could see the sparkling lights of the city stretching into the distance. Dressed down. As she stood soaking up the view.
at that moment she couldn't think of a single intelligent thing to say. with a twist. “If you hadn't helped me.something she'd been dreaming about since she was a teenager. swirling the amber liquid in his glass. handing her a drink. Even the glass felt expensive. Jack stood beside her. “I don't know how to thank you for tonight. She still couldn't believe it was actually happening. she could hear the ice cubes clink. Despite all the conversations she'd imagined having with her idol.” . “Scotch on the rocks.” she said at last. god know what could have happened.” Jack declared. Sara thought ruefully. It was so quiet.
He's. The whole fame thing just went to his head.man. the way it twisted with spite.” “Seems like a creep to me. taking a sip from her glass.. But I don't think he would have hurt her.” “He was taking advantage. it's hard to disagree with you. I'm just sorry that Michael acted the way he did. “After tonight. At least he never used to be.“Honestly. We used to be friends..” Sara said. She wouldn't forget the look on Michael's face when they opened the door. now I feel like I don't even know him any more. No shame at all. that's bad . he's not a bad guy. it was nothing.
.” .” “And now I'm here with you. Instead she touched him gently on the arm.. But the way he's been lately. Can act like that. I just.” “Sorry. and Sara stifled the urge to throw her arms around him. You're completely right.” He looked genuinely upset at the thought. no harm done. I don't even know why I'm surprised. “Hey. That counts as a happy ending in my book. Erica will have a headache and a good story to tell.enough.it's hard to think that someone can change that much.
I just wanted to help you out. her eyes wide with surprise. “I shouldn't have said that.” “The rock star's the guy you see on stage.” .” “I know you did. “You really are full of surprises Jack Carter. “Sorry. a little stressed and a little nervous about talking to a beautiful woman. in this crazy hotel room. sipping scotch with a rock star. Right now.” Sara said softly.” Jack said. And now here I am. I came here tonight just hoping to see you up close. I'm just plain old me. I meant what I said earlier. Maybe get an autograph. A little tired.Sara looked up at him.
which is all I ever wanted. I get to make music. sure. but Sara couldn't help but blush. Sara. I'll tell you that. It's fun.” .” “That must be difficult. I get to travel.. I've got all the money I need. this life? Fame and fortune?” Jack considered for a moment. Never having a moment to yourself. “Is it really all it's cracked up to be. It can be hard to get close to people. but it does get lonely. She wanted to pinch herself. “I can't complain. never being in one place for any length of time. The fame part gets boring after a while.It was a cheesy line.
I know I'm lucky.. That song.” Jack trailed off.. But still. What is it about that song.it's very personal to me. “You weren't imagining it. I wrote it about someone I loved. Someone who isn't in my life any more. Jack? When you were playing it tonight. but.“Sometimes. “You don't have to tell me about it if . it seemed really difficult for you. Or was I imagining it?” Jack exhaled and took another long swig of his scotch.” “I'm sure you're sick of hearing this question.. unsure how to continue..Back Track.
Somehow he felt like she might understand. For whatever reason. brimming with compassion. Sara reached up and stroked his hair. about the bridge. I just wondered. and he had an urge to tell her everything.. But he couldn't.” she whispered. . He didn't even know her.you seemed so sad. I'm sorry. “Don't be sorry... about the song.” With uncharacteristic boldness.you don't want to. About Laura.. Might care. he felt he could trust her.” Jack looked into Sara's eyes. “It's not that I don't want to.I just don't know how to.
Reluctantly. felt the softness of her touch. Jack pulled back from their kiss and looked her in the eye. He pulled her closer. stroking their way down her back to cup her tight backside. and despite himself he couldn't hold back any longer. “Are you sure?” He said. the curves of her body pressing against him as they relaxed into each other. His hands roamed over her body. . growing more intense as he felt her respond.“there's nothing to be sorry for. He leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth.” Jack took in her beautiful face. softly at first. not wanting her to feel pressured.
her fingers tracing his solid abs. stroking the coarse hair that formed a trail down his belly. his hands continuing their exploration. but it was the real. Jack kissed his way down the soft skin of her neck and along her delicate collarbone. Sara moaned .” “Thank God. Oh yes. and she returned his kisses with even greater fervour. vulnerable man who now fascinated her. She slid her hands under his shirt. while his hands found her full breasts. The thought of what lay at the end of that trail filled her with lust. She had idolised the swaggering rock star for so many years.“Yes.” Sara let out an involuntary moan as Jack's tongue invaded her mouth.
“Relax.as he massaged them. toying with her nipples with his tongue until she gasped. and deftly removed her shirt. Sara was overflowing with desire. “ nobody can see us up here.” Jack said softly. He kissed the soft skin. He reached around to unhook her bra. Without moving his mouth from her . replacing them with his mouth. so she stood in only her leather pants in front of the enormous window.” He took her hands and gently moved them away from her breasts. desperate to be taken by this beautiful. teasing her erect nipples through her clothing. Instinctively her arms moved to cover herself. complicated man.
and he slid them off her slim hips to fall in a heap on the carpet. but as he tugged the fabric tore clean in two. Jack thrust his tongue between her legs. Trailing kisses down her flat stomach. finding her swollen clitoris and circling it until she . meaning to pull them aside. part of him wanting to push her up against the glass and fuck her there and then. But she was so stunning. clad only in a white lace thong which grew more transparent by the minute as her juices flowed. God. He grasped her panties with his teeth. she smelled incredible.breasts. tracing his tongue over the flimsy fabric of her underwear. Jack's fingers found the zip of her pants. he pushed his face between her legs. Jack groaned. Now she stood before him. Beyond caring. and he wanted to make it last.
cried out with pleasure. lost in the incredible sensations coursing through her body. planting a kiss on her lips as she did so . But he wasn't finished with her yet. Jack paused for a moment. Sara had her hands on his head. and threw her down on the emperor sized bed. Suddenly Jack stood and swept her up in his arms. his fingers threatening to send her over the edge. She could feel the pressure building inside her as he licked and sucked. He carried her into the bedroom. slowly pumping them in and out while he continued to lick her in increasingly frantic strokes. urging him on. He slipped two fingers into her wet opening. taking in . The musky scent of herself on his mouth only heightened her arousal.
She held out her arms. so only his tight boxers remained. Sara slowly slid his boxers down.the vision before him. One hand moved to stroke his balls. easing her lips down his throbbing shaft until he was . Sara ran her hand over the outline of his erection. slipping off his pants. teasing the sensitive tip with her tongue. relishing his hardness. Jack moved to help her. Sara tugged at his t-shirt and eased it over his head. Jack sighed. freeing his hard on. Jack let out a moan as she lowered her lips to the head of his cock. as slowly she took him in her mouth. Getting to her knees. And the look of pure lust that sparkled in her eyes. Kissing him hard. from the twin orbs of her breasts to her long. smooth legs. His eyes followed the line of her body. and Jack fell into them.
Sara. She smiled naughtily. “I want you.” . sending shivers through him. At last. “Oh God. “Please. Jack was gasping now. overwhelmed by the intensity of the feeling. coaxing her up to face him. but at the same time he was desperate to be inside her.” She slid her lips up and down his cock.pushing against the back of her throat. Jack.” she whispered. allowing her tongue to tease him with every stroke. he placed his hands on the side of her face. desperately trying to hold back the climax that he could feel building. He never wanted this to end.
then placed both hands under her ass and pulled her towards him. His cock was so deliciously thick. Pausing at the entrance to her dripping pussy. Complete. Jack pushed just the tip of his cock inside her. rubbing himself against her sensitive clit until she moaned. Jack. sliding the tip of his erection between the wet lips of her pussy. please. he rolled a condom onto his length. making Sara gasp. Jack slid his full length inside her.” Without warning. it hit all of her most sensitive spots.Sara sighed as Jack eased her down onto the mattress. Jack teased her for a moment longer. and she felt filled for the first time. As he moved . “Oh God. Please baby. Spreading her legs wide.
Sara's eyes flew open. and she saw Jack's face. . Jack could feel his orgasm building. and Sara was more than happy to comply. She had never been fucked like this before. With a gently slap on the backside. Jack gripped her ankles and lifted her legs so they rested on his shoulders. he ushered her up to the head of the bead. looking at her with an expression of raw lust.” he commanded.faster. picking up the pace. She groaned. and he slowed his strokes a little. “Turn over baby. allowing him to penetrate her even more deeply. finally easing himself out of Sara's hot slit. Sara arched her back and ground herself against him.
feeling Jack move behind her. Jack entered her roughly from behind. As he felt her pussy contract around him. Jack finally let himself go. His hands found her breasts. pounding his cock into with a force that took her breath away. and the sound of his voice.“Hold on to the headboard. thick with desire. Pleasure coursed through her. coming in spasms that made his whole body shudder. toying with her clit.” Jack growled. They collapsed together in . Then a hand snaked between her legs. she clung to the solid wood. each wave hitting her with greater intensity until she exploded into a breathtaking orgasm. caressing them gently. Just when she felt she could take his teasing no longer. turned Sara on so much that she had to comply. On her knees.
sweaty but satisfied. the bags under his eyes were more pronounced. It was five am. and he took a moment to relish her soft warmth pressed against him. he eased himself up off the bed.a heap on the bed. In the harsh overhead light. Sara was asleep in his arms. and padded to the bathroom. trying not to wake her. *** Jack's eyes fluttered open. Gently. Jack wasn't sure what he . The car for the airport would be picking them up at six. He felt disoriented and his mouth was dry.
Jack gave the room a final once over. Ready to rock. He hadn't actually unpacked in the first place. which made things a little easier. Then he tiptoed back in to the bedroom. She looked so pretty and innocent. He made sure he had his wallet. checking for anything he might have left behind. he turned the shower on to the hottest setting and tried to wash his worries away. his medication and his passport. Part of him wanted to wake her. but he wasn't sure what he .would say to Michael after yesterday's events. but he was not looking forward to the confrontation. Sara was still fast asleep. With a sigh. He couldn't help but smile. curled up in the middle of the bed with the covers pulled right up to her chin.
Yet the thought of never seeing her again made him feel hollow inside. Even if she would agree to it. constant harassment by the press.. a different hotel every night. then planted a feather light kiss on the top of Sara's head.no. that was no life for anyone. She didn't even stir. With one last look at her sleeping face.would say. . dragging his baggage behind him.. Bending down. he placed it carefully on the night stand..Jack loathed goodbyes. and scribbled down a hasty message.. And what did he have to offer a girl like that? Months on end following a miserable shell of a man around on tour. Jack grabbed a piece of hotel notepaper. Jack turned and hurried out of the suite.
He had run out without even saying goodbye. Jack was gone. what the hell. except I woke up in a strange hotel room with no idea how I got here. What the hell happened last night?” Sara gave Erica a run down of the evening's events. wrapped in a hotel robe.you ok? How do you feel?” “What? Yeah I'm fine.*** “Sara! Sara. “Hi... wake up?” Sara reluctantly opened her eyes to find Erica perched at the end of the bed. all the time trying to stifle the sadness welling up inside her. She should have .
known it was just a meaningless one night stand. that is so cool! Wait. Suddenly her eyes fell on something on the night stand..you didn't!” Sara's blushes were all the response her best friend needed. “No fucking way! This is Jack Carter's hotel suite? Oh my god. she realised Erica was staring at her with wide eyes. Her mouth dropped open. unable to string together a coherent sentence... “Sara! You and Jack Carter.. . but somehow it had felt different. As she finished her story. Like something more intimate had passed between them..Oh my god!” Erica squealed....did you.
It was lovely to meet you. Jack. racing to read the message. “Oh wow. had to go. If you'd like to go for dinner some time. didn't want to wake you.just maybe she hadn't been fooling herself. Flight is early..and she leaned over Sara to snatch it up. look. Maybe. charge it to my tab. Feeling like a smitten schoolgirl. this is my number. She grabbed the piece of paper from Erica's hand. Sara clutched the paper . Room is good until 1pm. “Sara.” A telephone number was scrawled beneath the message. feel free to order breakfast.. he's left you a note!” Sara's heart leapt.
She was grinning from ear to ear. will you?” It had been a crazy twenty-four hours... The only question was when.and whether she could stand the wait. flopping back onto the pile of cosy pillows. “I can't believe you bagged Jack Carter. Sara smiled at her friend. She felt sure she would see him again.to her chest. Pass me that room service menu. all Sara could think about was Jack. . You have to teach me your secrets!” Erica giggled. “Maybe after breakfast. As she folded the note and stashed it carefully in her purse.
Jack and Sara will return soon in Front Man: One Night In Paris .
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