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  “Thank you,” she said, straightening her skirt and walking into the waiting open door. The door attendant said, “Good evening Ma’am,” as she passed by him. Destiny nodded her acknowledgement. She walked with anticipation toward the front desk. She saw a grungy looking guy about the age she would assume James is waiting at the desk. She hoped that it was Sean. The man walked over to her, meeting her half way, “Miss Long?” he said with his hand extended.

  “Yes,” she said tentatively taking his hand.

  “Nice to meet you. I am Sean.”

  She smiled and nodded. “Nice to meet you.”

  “So you are all checked in, and here’s your key. Feel free to call me if you have any questions. Did you want to go out for dinner or just order in this evening?”

  “I am thinking just ordering in and call it an early evening.”

  “Sounds good. By the way James is staying here tonight and tomorrow night to make it easier to keep the schedule.”

  Destiny tried to look unconcerned with that information but her heart was somewhere in her throat now and close to choking her. Sean handed the card key to her room, walked her to the elevator and pressed the button.

  “So again, you have my numbers, if you need me.” He smiled as if he wanted to say something else, but just turned on his heels and walked away. Destiny watched him, then behind her, she heard the elevator ding, and she turned and entered the elevator.

  ***

  Destiny was in awe of her accommodations. She had thought that she would be in a regular hotel room. She was actually in a nice size suite. She was sure there might have been bigger ones, but for her this was big enough. She eyed the kitchenette, the dining area, the sitting area, and then the space set aside as an office cove. She walked into the bedroom where there was a vase of silvertip roses - her favorite rose. They were perfect. She laughed aloud when she saw the bag of cool ranch Doritos chips sitting next to the card.

  She continued her tour of the suite, walking into the spacious bathroom where there was a Jacuzzi tub with sixteen jets and an assortment of bath oils and crystals. She was impressed with the variety and made a quick schedule in her head of when she would be using each one, starting tonight with the Jasmine oil and crystals.

  Setting her purse and coat down on a chair, she walked over to her suitcase and started looking for her PJs. She had a long day ahead of her, and she wanted to make sure she was well rested. She walked over to the roses and took a sniff. The bouquet was captivating. She opened the card and it read:

  Destiny,

  See, I do read. Enjoy on me!

  James

  She smiled and placed the card next to the chips. Picking up her PJs, she went into the bathroom and set her PJs down on the bench next to the tub, then leaned over to turn on the water and pour in the jasmine oil and crystals. The aroma filled the air as the water began to foam. She slowly began to undress, when there was a knock at her door. Grabbing the robe that was in the bathroom she flinging it over her shoulders as she padded to the door, she called out,

  “One minute.”

  She opened the door to find a room service waiter with champagne and strawberries.

  “Compliments of InTouch Magazine,” the waiter said.

  “Oh, come in, you can just place it over by the table. Thanks.”

  Destiny tried to tip the waiter, though he refused. She resolved to keep trying until someone accepted her money. She also made a mental note to bring it up to James or Sean in the morning. She was not a charity case, and although she appreciated their gestures, her money was just as good. Okay sure, it was her pride talking, but she didn’t want to get caught up in the fantasy of it all and lose herself in the moment. This was just a weekend, nothing more, and she would not think of herself as the poor little girl being rescued by Prince Charming, no matter how much it looked that way. She remembered the tub and ran back to the bathroom, spinning on her heels to grab the champagne and strawberries.

  ***

  She used the remote to turn on the radio that was embedded in the wall. It was one of the Internet mp3 stations. Since she would be spending time with James, she through it would be appropriate to allow him to serenade her, so she looked for Masters of the World music station. The music to “In the Mood” sprang to life, and she stepped into the bath and closed her eyes and began to relax. Her mind began to wonder about James. What he had planned for their dates? Although her essay was specific about some things, the actual date was really up to him. She just wanted romance and originality. She began to think about James’s tattoos, his lean toned body, not bulky with muscles but well defined; his voice, those dimples, his hair…Oh God, and his hands.

  Destiny’s hands began to caress her body as she fantasized how it would feel to have James touch her. Her hands touched her face, her neck, ran across her chest and cupped her breasts. Soon they were no longer her hands but his hands, his fingers, and his arms. Pressing, pulling, squeezing and caressing her. She moved slowly down her stomach to her slit. Sliding her fingers slowly into her slit, she slid one finger into her love box; it was wet and slick. Stroking a few times, she inserted another finger and rubbed her clit with her thumb. Her other hand began to tug on her nipple. She was always proud that her breasts were ample enough to allow her to suck her own nipples, so she lifted it up to her mouth and began to suck and tug her nipple with her teeth.

  She could feel the pressure building between her legs, and her swollen clit was aching for release. She stroked and rubbed even harder. Her moans were soft and throaty. She let her head fall back and gave into the pure lust of the moment, moaning louder as she kept constant pressure on her clit. “Oh fuck,” she moaned, almost screaming.

  Her eyes shut tight; her fingers showed no mercy pounding into glistening flesh. Her legs widened so she could get her fingers deeper. Her breaths became short and erratic.

  “Oh, James…Yes! YES! YES! Fuck me James!” Destiny’s head moved from side to side and her mouth opened into an “O,” though no sound escaped as her release flooded through her body, soaking her fingers. She exhaled a breath and sank lower into the warm water.

  Pleased with her escapade, she pulled her fingers out of her cunt and licked them. She loved the way she tasted. Destiny opened her eyes to pour more of the champagne and enjoy her afterglow of pleasure, when she noticed someone standing in the doorway.

  “OH MY GOD!”

  “Wait! Wait, Destiny u-um,” he said stepping forward.

  “Who the fuck are you? How do you know my name? Why the hell are you in my room?”

  “It’s me, Destiny. It’s James.”

  “How in the fuck did you get in my room?

  “I knocked on the door and it opened,” James said, turning to point to the front door.

  “So you just thought you could walk in my room uninvited? Who the fuck does that?”

  “Well, I called your name, but”, he said pointing to her in the bathtub; “I guess you didn’t hear me.”

  “Get out! Get out! Oh, God. Get out!” Destiny realized that he must have seen her masturbating and calling out his name. Now she was truly embarrassed.

  He laughed, “It’s Okay Destiny. I’m actually…”

  “Get the fuck out of here!” she interrupted, and James walked out of the bathroom. There was no doubt in her mind now that he saw her, and now she had to be around him for the whole weekend. Destiny held her head in her hands. “How do I recover from this?” she said aloud to herself. She could feel her tears beginning to swell. “This is not good.” Then she realized that his voice was still engulfing the bathroom with the words to “I Want You, Now” She rolled her eyes and chuckled to herself. She grabbed the remote turned off the radio and decided against putting on her PJs, just in case he had not left her room. She needed to be fully dressed.

  She entered the bedroom, praying to God he had actually left. There was no sign of him in the room. She breathed a sigh of relief. Now she would have the necessary time to recover from
the episode that just kept running repeatedly through her head. She reached in her luggage and pulled out a t-shirt and jeans and a silk purple panty set and put them on. She decided to order something to eat. Walking into the sitting area, she picked up the phone along with the menu to place her order.

  “Yeah, that sounds good. I‘m famished.” she heard from behind her.

  She spun around grabbing her heart, “What the…” dropping the phone and the menu to the floor.

  “It’s still me. Listen, I’m sorry about the thing in the bathroom,” he said, “but I did come here for a reason. Forgive me for walking in without being invited. That was not my intention, nor was it my intention to see you naked in the tub.”

  “James, what did you see, or worst yet, what did you hear?”

  He smiled, “Do you want the truth?”

  “Yes.” She looked away knowing his answer already.

  “Come sit down, I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself when you collapse on the floor,” he teased.

  “James, you need to tell me now,” she urged.

  “Let’s do this, Destiny,” he said, lowering his head and raising his eyebrows at her. “Let’s sit and we can discuss what I came to discuss, then what I saw and what I heard. Fair enough?” James held his hand out to her.

  She nodded, though she didn’t accept his hand, and she walked to the couch. Her heart was beating so hard she thought he could hear it.

  James asked, “Okay, have you ever read Fifty Shades of Grey?”

  “Who hasn’t read that book?”

  “It’s not polite to answer a question with a question, little girl.” He continued, “Well there was something in the book that I have started to implement in my life. I hope you understand. I did not want Sean to go over this with you; I chose to do it myself.”

  Destiny looked confused and said, “Go over what?”

  “It’s a Non-Disclosure Agreement. Everything that we do this weekend, none of the specifics can be discussed, including that little segment in the bathroom. Take a moment to read it and then sign if you agree.”

  “Why is this necessary? And I’m supposed to give an interview to InTouch about our weekend. I am sure I signed something with them saying that I would give all the horrid details.”

  “Yes, their contract just states that you have to tell what we did in general and what it felt like to be with me. Here are the questions they plan to ask you.”

  Destiny took the paper from him. She was already regretting winning this contest. She had just wanted to crawl in a corner and die. Rock Stars are such privileged people. She read over the questions, picked up his NDA, and signed without reading it.

  James smirked at her, seeing her frustration in the situation.

  “Now, we can talk about what I saw and heard,” he said, smiling, as he picked up the NDA and signed under her name.

  “Honestly, I pretty much saw everything from you slipping into the tub and proceeding to masturbate to me singing and screaming my name.” He paused to see how she was taking this news. “I would have said something, but I thought it would be rude. So I waited and believe me, Miss Long, that was the longest wait of my life.”

  “I don’t know what to say. I’m embarrassed. I mean you weren’t supposed to see that. Fuck, James…”

  “Destiny, do you know you are a very beautiful woman?”

  Destiny looked at him with concern. What was going on here? Her body was craving this man, this rock star who probably was with some model or other well-known goddess just last night, who was now standing here with lust in his eyes for her. Destiny knew that if he said “get naked,” she would without batting an eye. Who wouldn’t? This was THE James “sexy as hell” Michaels. Get a grip girl! You are not a groupie to be used and thrown away. Whatever this is – it’s not going to happen tonight. She chanted in her head.

  Rising from the couch she walked over to where she had dropped the phone and menu on the floor. She reached down and picked them up in one swift move. Placing the phone back on the cradle and the menu beside it on the table she turned not looking at James and cleared her throat.

  “James, I think you should leave.” She murmured her words that were not even clear to her.

  James started approaching her, and Destiny took a step back. He continued his approach until he was inches away. He did not touch her, but she could feel his breath as he exhaled.

  “We will not do anything that you don’t want to do, Destiny. You must know that I want this weekend to be everything you fantasized about. With that said, if that means not touching you, then so be it. However, little girl, if you want me to touch you, all you have to do is say so.”

  Destiny nodded.

  James leaned in and gently kissed her mouth. His eyes were staring at her intently. She swallowed hard and wanted his lips to return to hers. She lifted her head slightly to give him an okay, and James wasted no time giving her what she wanted. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her flush to him, taking her mouth and kissing her deeply. He parted his lips and nudged her with his tongue. She opened her lips, accepted his tongue, wrapping her arms around his neck, and threw caution to the wind. Her body needed this. Hell, her body wanted it. She was a woman and he was a man. For this weekend, he was hers and she was his, no regrets and no remorse. They parted and she took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

  Chapter Eight

  In the bedroom of the suite, he pulled her to him, hugging her gently, and kissed her long and hard on the lips. Destiny responded passionately, standing on tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck and searching out his tongue with her own, then slowly and carefully they began to undress each other.

  She unbuttoned his shirt, stripping it back down his arms and tossing it onto a chair. James took the hem of her T-shirt and lifted it, and as she raised her arms, he slid it up and off her. Then his hands moved behind her, stroked her back gently for a few moments, and as she closed her eyes and stood very still, she felt him unfasten her bra and slide it down her arms.

  He feasted his gaze on her, the firm brown breasts jutting proudly from her curvy body, the dark brown nipples already hardening with passion at his touch. From her waist, the gentle inviting curve of her womanly hips vanished into her low cut jeans. Gently, he put a hand up to each warm globe and stroked the nipple, and Destiny shuddered and ran her hands up and down his arms.

  Suddenly she knelt down, and her hands fumbled at his belt. Unfastening it, she popped the button on his pants, slid the zipper down and pulled them down his legs to his ankles. He understood what was coming and felt his cock rising and hardening in his boxer briefs. Destiny stroked the bulge of his cock through the material, feeling the shape of his erection, and then she took hold of his briefs on either side and slid them down his legs, his cock springing free level with her face. She was well pleased.

  “James, who knew?” She teased. He smiled knowingly.

  Gently, she took his erection in her hands and moved her mouth towards it tortuously slow, gently blowing on the tip. The cold air of her breath made it grow even thicker and harder. She put her tongue out, licking the tip of his cock with it. He moaned, putting his hands on her head, holding her gently.

  Finally, she took his cock into her mouth, sucking it as her tongue teased it. James gasped and buried his fingers in her hair, feeling her lips slide along his shaft and her persistent tongue tickling and teasing as her hands held the base of his cock and stroked his balls in their tight sack.

  She kept this up until James was gasping and writhing under her touch, but he gathered she wasn’t going to make him come this way. This was just foreplay.

  Destiny stood up, and looking around, she spotted a straight back chair in the corner. Pulling it into the center of the room, she asked James to sit in it, and when he did, she peeled his pants and shorts over his feet, leaving him naked.

  Standing in front of him, she unfastened her jeans and stepped out of them, then coyly slipped her silk panties off as he
watched. Wondering what was coming next, he was amazed as she stood in front of him, hips swaying like an exotic dancer, her eyes closed. She began to play with her nipples with one hand while the other slid slowly down her chocolate brown belly toward her mound, finally reaching the damp slit below her small neatly trimmed bush of hair.

  As he watched, his excitement growing, she slid one finger into her pussy slit and began to pleasure herself, her hips swaying, her lips slightly parted as she made soft moaning noises.

  James felt like he was going to burst. His cock stood out like a ramrod and he began to stroke it, wondering if she intended them to masturbate in front of each other. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and stepped up to the chair he was in.

  Opening her legs wide, she moved forward and over him, straddling his thighs, and then she slowly lowered herself onto his lap, leaning back slightly, steadying herself on the chair back. One hand dropped down between them, and taking his cock in her fingers, she guided it to her entrance and gently lowered herself onto him, his erection slipping deep inside her warm pussy. Face to face they sat, stroking each other, kissing. James’s thick hard cock was buried deliciously deep inside her welcoming slickness, until finally she began to move, softly and gently, rising and falling, her cunt slipping up and down his throbbing cock in tantalizingly slow strokes.

  He groaned and put his arms around her, running his fingers up and down her back. He thought that he could feel every ridge and ripple inside her love tunnel; his cock end was so sensitive. He recognized she was moving so slowly because she wanted to prolong it for them both. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing softly through her mouth. He pulled her to him and kissed her full on the mouth, and her dark eyes opened and stared into his, soft with passion.

  Destiny marveled at the contrast between them, her deep chocolate skin against his white skin with its multicolored ink. James eyes never left her body, taking in every inch of her, her body gleaming with the sweat from her exertions, a rivulet of sweat between her breasts trickling downward. He groaned and stroked the soft curve of her hips, and she closed her eyes again and quickened the pace, bouncing up and down on him faster. He slid his hands under her buttocks and began to help her move, lifting her with each stroke, feeling the strong muscles tighten and relax under his fingers. Her breath began to come in short gasps, and he sensed she was building towards orgasm. He began to buck his hips in the chair, digging his toes into the carpet and flexing his back. He felt the ache begin deep in his lower belly and spread into his cock and balls.