| "Well, it's about time you showed up," Mandy yelled at him. "Where the hell have you been?" Lucky for her Nick's unmistakable voice had stopped Sarah dead in her tracks, Sarah thought to herself. "First of all, you need to calm down," he said walking past the two of them and over to the dresser. He placed another room key on it. He then put both his hands on the dresser and leaned over it, looking into the mirror directly in front of him. Both women watched his every move. "Come to think of it, Mandy, what the hell are you doing here?" "Well, I was just about to ask you the same thing about her," she replied, gesturing towards Sarah with her head. "You know Mandy, to tell you the truth, that's really none of your business," he said turning his head to look at her. "None of my business?" She spoke with harshness in her voice but he could see the hurt in her eyes. She could be a bitch sometimes, but often used that to cover up her true feelings. But not with him. He could always tell. "Look....she's just a friend of mine," he said as he turned to face her. He put his hands in his pockets and glanced from Mandy to Sarah. He noticed a bluish mark on her pale face and asked, "What happened to your face Sarah?" She looked up at him and then looked at Mandy. "Jesus Christ Mandy!" he exclaimed as he brushed past her and went over to Sarah. "What the hell is wrong with you? Are you okay? Did she hurt you?" he asked Sarah, as he put his hand up to her face. She winced. "It's all right. I'll be okay," she told him. Mandy stood nearby and watched them with an incredibly disgusted look on her face. "Oh give me a break," she said as she flopped down on the bed. Nick had gone into the bathroom and come back out with a warm wash cloth. "Here. Hold this on your face for a while," he told Sarah, putting the warm cloth right over the mark. "Thanks," she said replacing his hand with hers. She looked into his blue eyes and managed a small smile. He truly did look sorry. "Oh Nick. You really are a sweetheart. You know that?" Mandy said with a sarcastic, genuine look on her face. "Now maybe you want to run out to the beauty supply store and pick up some hair glue so you can ever so gently fill in the bare spot on my head with the golden locks of hair which now lay sprinkled all over the floor. Courtesy of little miss helpless over there." "God, you are such a bitch. What did I ever do to you?" Sarah yelled, walking towards Mandy. "Do we have to go over this yet again?" she replied, standing up. "Okay, what exactly went on before I got here?" Nick asked, a little confused. "Not much. She just barged in here like Backstreet security or something, jumped to the wrong conclusion, and started pounding on me for no reason." "Oh boo hoo, bitch. You're full of shit. In case you forgot, this is my boyfriend's room. I have every right to be here." "Boyfriend? I'm not your boyfriend," Nick said, still confused and not sure what to believe. "You know Nick, I know you love your fans and all but I never thought you'd stoop to "pleasuring" groupies. I hope he showed you a good time, you little Backstreet whore. Because you know after tonight, you'll never see him again." "God Nick. Tell me you don't actually sleep with this confused potty-mouth tramp!" Sarah shot back. Anger suddenly flooded Mandy's face as she raced towards Sarah. Nick intervened and stopped her, angry himself. "Alright, that's enough. Both of you just need to calm down. Look Mandy, I need to talk to Sarah alone," he told her, both of his hands on her shoulders. "Nick, I'm not leaving this room," she said crossing her arms. "Please, just for a few minutes." She looked away from him and didn't budge. Nick turned to Sarah and said, "Sarah, outside." He grabbed his key off the dresser and followed her out the door, leaving Mandy behind. They walked a little ways down the hall and then stopped. They stood there facing each other, quiet for a few minutes. Finally, Nick spoke. "You know Sarah, I really am sorry about all of this. I have no idea what all went on in there between the two of you, but I do apologize. I just want you to know that I had no idea she was coming, I swear." He looked her straight in the eyes and he seemed sincere. But at this point, Sarah's brain was once again an emotional mess and she didn't know what to think or believe at this point. She let her eyes drop down to the floor, still holding the wet cloth closely to her face. "Look. I have to go in here and try to resolve this mess with Mandy. Will you be home tomorrow?" "Yeah. I should be there," she mumbled, barely above a whisper. "Okay. I'll call you tomorrow. Maybe you can come to my house this time," he said with a small smile. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, as she took the now cool cloth from her face. He reached up to gently touch her face with his left hand. He let his thumb run gently over the bruised spot. He leaned over and softly kissed the blue spot and then gently kissed her forehead. He wiped away a tear running down her cheek and then turned and walked away. Sarah waited until she heard his room door close. Then she turned and walked down the hallway towards the elevator to go home, tightly gripping the cold, damp wash cloth he had given her. ***** When Nick re-entered the room, Mandy was still standing in the same place. However, the anger in her face had faded. It had been replaced with a sly grin. Nick returned the grin as he walked slowly towards her, waving his pointer finger at her. "You sneaky little bitch," he said. He placed both of his hands on her face and pulled it to his for a short, yet raw and passionate kiss. Their lips parted slightly as they kissed allowing only the tips of their tongues to slip through and meet. When it ended, they let their lips linger over each other for a while. Nick opened his eyes while Mandy kept hers closed. "MMMMMMMMMNNNNN," she let slip from her throat. Nick gently ran his right thumb over her bottom lip and whispered onto her lips, "What are you doing here?" She opened her crystal clear blue eyes and let them meet his. She let that coy smile sneak back onto her face. "I wanna show you something." She reached down to the bottom of her shirt and criss-crossed her arms. She grabbed the bottom of it and pulled it over her head. She dropped the shirt on the floor and let Nick's hungry eyes wander over every inch of her perky, ample breasts. She was wearing one of her new Victoria's Secret push up bras which made her cleavage look even more bountiful than usual. A small grin slid across Nick's face as she turned around. "This." She spun around to reveal a brand new tattoo of a white daisy with one of the petals floating down towards the base of the stem. "Hmph. Dream comes to mind." "Well, something like that. Sort of like, he loves me, he loves me not." Nick let his tongue run from the back of her neck around to the space just under her ear. He nipped at her ear lobe and then whispered, "He loves you not." She turned around and got as close to his face as she could without kissing him. "Well then," she whispered placing here hands on his belt buckle. "Let's see what we can do about that." She unbuckled his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. To her surprise, he was not yet hard as she suspected he would be. She dropped to her knees and took his cock in her hand and put it up to her mouth. She looked up at his face as she let her tongue circle the tip of it. She then let her mouth cover just the edge of it, as if to tease him. She could feel his cock start to harden as she let her mouth linger on the tip a little while longer. She could see his breathing start to quicken as she took more of him into her mouth, but only down to the middle of his shaft. Then she let her mouth slowly slide back off of his cock. She looked up at him and smiled. "Nice and slow." "Just how I like it, baby," he told her. She stood up, and kicked off her sandals. "Lay down," she told him while undoing and removing her pants and panties. He took off his shirt and crawled onto the bed, laying on his back, his penis slightly aroused, awaiting her to bring it to full arousal. She crawled over him, straddling his body. She moved all the way up to his face, holding herself over him. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips and then smiled. "MMMMMNNN. He loves me," she said to him. He raised his eyebrows. "Does he?," he asked her. She turned around so that she was now straddling him backwards. Sixty-nine, his favorite position. She made sure that her slit was right over his face as she lowered her wet mouth onto his awaiting cock..... |