No, no, no. What the hell am I doing in this limo getting ready to make an appearance at the Playboy party? Or as I like to call it, Howie's second home. I know how I ended up here, Kevin and Howie practically demanded that I come.
"It would be good to be seen at as many parties and events as possible." they said.
"Consider it work." Kevin added. The three of us, as they convinced me, were the only ones who could go. No amount of money or reasoning was getting Brian to the Playboy mansion. Funny, because he had no problem looking at naked ladies in a magazine and there was too much alcohol to even consider letting AJ go, he was still trying to get over blowing a year of sobriety. Looking down at myself I'm still mad I let them put me in a suit, like I really wanted to be like Kevin and Howie. I was the kid, the wild one since AJ was sober, what the hell was I doing in a suit? I know I'm going to get there and see guys looking alot less casual than me and I'm going to be mad. The limo comes to a stop and this time, no matter how much I just wanted to do it myself, I wait for the driver to open the door for me because God forbid I open my own door. I smile as the bright lights flash and it always takes me back to the first European MTV Awards show we attended as a group. I had never experienced anything that big and overwhelming before. Now, it was old news, the butterflies still fluttered around but you just hope you don't fall or your fly is not down, speaking of let me check that now.
Howie and Kevin figured I couldn't get in any trouble from the hotel to the party so I'm flying solo, no publicist, no management. I'm am surprised they don't have someone waiting at the door to escort me directly to them. Between some of the biggest stars I admire and beautiful women who take off their clothes I walked around trying not to look like a kid in a candy store. Standing in the middle of the room I locked eyes with a cute brunette, she smiled and looked down at the floor. Come on, come on, look at me, one more time and I'll know you want me. She did and I walked over to her,
"Hi, I'm Nick Carter." She nodded and smiled,
"Hi, Jennifer." Jennifer, have I ever been with a Jennifer? Funny, it's such a common name but I don't think I've ever had one. No time like the present to add to my little book. This party is looking up, maybe it won't be so bad. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not some homebody who loves to sit down at night by the fire sipping wine and reading Shakespeare but I have to be in the mood for stuff like this and for some reason people who don't live the life I live seem to think I'm in the mood for this every night. Sometimes those parties, those awards shows and movie premieres are work. Nothing like being told you have to be somewhere to make you not want to be there.
"Why don't we go outside, I haven't seen the pool yet." She nodded and I followed behind her, checking her out along the way. Nice ass, tiny waist and I don't give a damn that a girl has fake breasts, as long as she has them. We made our way over to a couple of reclining lounge chairs and when I sat on the one she was on I could tell it surprised her,
"So, what do you do?" She shook her head,
"I work at Ralph Lauren on Rodeo Drive." I nod,
"Cool." I could tell she was a little embarrassed by that but I really didn't care, that stuff didn't matter, doesn't make her a bad person. I like people alot better when they were comfortable with who they were and what they did.
"Maybe next time I'm in town I can visit you at work." She smiled and I hope that was all past us, besides, I didn't want to talk about work anyway.
"So, how did you end up at this thing anyway?" Not that I care but not too many store clerks are at the Playboy mansion,
"A friend of mine, she always gets invitations to all the parties." Cool, so that meant no date,
"Are you here with all the other guys?" I shake my head, she knows me. Well how much and what does she want,
"Just Howie and Kevin." I placed my hand on her knee, here we go,
"Is it ok if I kiss you?" She nodded and licked her lips, waiting for me to kiss her. It was nice and I couldn't help but get into it, she was definitely a good kisser. As my hand slid up her thigh I opened my eyes and saw someone familiar. Was that...it was Brehan's manager, Steven. He was getting quite intimate with a really hot girl. One that I wish I was with, but I was with Jennifer, the first girl I made eye contact with, I may add. Well, first come first serve they say.
Hidden in a garden of high shrubs far away from the mansion I was sitting on a bench with my pants around my ankle watching as Jennifer was on her knees with my cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She licked the entire length and I couldn't help but sigh from the feeling. Her tongue was long and it was wet. Then she placed kisses all over my cock before taking me completely in her mouth again. The girl knew what she was doing, I had to give her that. She was so into it that not only could I feel her sucking I could hear her too. I was so close I felt like I was seeing stars when she licked my balls and gently, gently sucked them as she stroked my cock with her hand. I couldn't hold it anymore and I wanted to be in her mouth and feeling her warm mouth over me when I was ready to finish. I pulled her up and directed her mouth back to my cock and when she sucked I lifted my hips wanting to be completely in her mouth the entire time.
"Faster." I whispered and moaned when she complied. I held her head as she took all of me in her mouth. I wasn't sure if she wanted to but she did it so I guess she didn't have a problem with it. I pulled her up and kissed her,
"We should get back." I hadn't seen the other guys yet and I've been here for awhile. The last thing I need is them saying I wasn't there or that I didn't put in enough of an appearance.
We walked back to the mansion and she went off to find someplace to freshen up while I waited for her to return. I was, of course, going to give her my number and she was going to give me hers so we could hook up and hang out the next time I was in town. I looked over and saw Steven again, with that hot bleach blonde still by his side. I watched as his hand moved up and down her back, she must be his wife or girlfriend. I wonder if that Brehan chick was here, that's the last thing I need is to deal with her. She runied my day, I wasn't in the mood to have her ruin my night, especially since I was on a high from my stolen moment with Jennifer.
Chapter 8
Stranger Than Fiction
Stories
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