The first run of this story was rushed, and it showed. (Jun 09) I have rewritten it, and hopefully it will be better received. Please leave comments/feedback. I enjoy hearing from readers. As always, constructive criticism is welcomed.
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The concert over and a little time before they leave on the band's bus for the next show; Jackson leads his younger brother Jesse down to the basement of the concert hall. The two brothers are members of a rock band called Fusion Point. Jackson plays drums, while Jesse does the singing.
"There's something I want you to see Jesse, I know how much you like these old buildings, you gotta come see this room." Jackson says as they walk down the corridor.
"So what's in this room?" Jesse asks, watching as his brother pulls an unfastened lock away from a clasp on the door.
"You won't believe it. It is sooo cool." He turns the doorknob and starts to open the door, but stops, "You have your phone with you? You might want to take some pictures."
Jesse digs down into his pants pocket, bringing out his camera phone as Jackson pushes the door open. "Thank you." Jackson says and quickly snatches the phone out of Jesse's hand, then gives his little brother a shove into the room. The less distractions Jesse has, the better this plan will go Jackson thinks to himself, quickly closing the door and securing the latch.
Surprised at the sudden shove Jesse stumbles into the room. The room... turns out to be a storage closest. Shelves full of cleaning supplies, mops, buckets, paper products, and other miscellaneous items are stored within. A pallet of folding chairs are piled up in one of the corners. In the center of the room is a tiny table draped with a cloth. A bottle of wine and two plastic cups are on the table. Along with a small loaf of bread, a plate of cheese cubes, a bowl of strawberries and a box of chocolates. The room is illuminated, just barely with a single candle stuck into an old wax-dripped bottle. Two folding chairs are open and placed on either side of the table. The room is clearly all set up for a romantic interlude.
Jesse rolls his eyes at the sight before him, moaning and quickly turning, pushing his hands up against the door before Jackson can close it, but he's too late.
"Sorry man. You'll forgive me later." Jackson chuckles, tucking Jesse's phone into his back pocket. The doorknob wiggling in desperation.
"I'll forgive you when I kick your ass, now let me out of here." Jesse says, his voice muffled by the closed door.
The door shudders as Jesse throws his weight against it, using his shoulder to try to force it open. The replaced unlocked lock, rattling against the clasp. Jackson rubs his hands together, very pleased with his plan, he was off to get the second unsuspecting candidate. The pounding on the door fades as Jackson walks away.
Jesse presses his ear to the door, listening, hearing nothing but his own heart beat whooshing in his ear. He growls and tries the door again, pounding and kicking on it. He doesn't like being set up, not like this. He hits the door with the side of his fist, frustrated that his brother isn't opening it up, and without his phone he can't call one of the other guys to come help him out. Damn it, Jackson. The thought of what might be coming next brings a frown to Jesse's face. Shit.
Jesse turns around and looks at the room again. Shit, shit, shit. Who was Jackson setting him up with? If he wanted to ask somebody out, he'd do it himself. He didn't need his big brother doing it for him.
Jessie lets out a long sigh and walks towards the table. Just go with the flow Jesse tells himself, picking up the wine bottle and reading the label. His mind flicking back over the bevy of beauties that had been backstage and all around. Who could it be? he wondered. Maybe it was that chick from the front row, the one that had constantly waved her arms and shook her boobs at him. She had screamed real loud whenever he came near and she sang along with all the songs. She had definitely shown her enthusiasm for him during the entire show.
Jesse plops a strawberry into his mouth and pulls the cork out of the wine bottle, pouring himself some wine. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. His brother knew what he liked, maybe Jackson was going to bring that girl. He had seen her backstage and was just about to approach her when Jackson had stepped in front of him, insisting that he come with him. Practically yanking his arm off as he dragged him down to this room. Yet why go to all this trouble, he could have just told Jesse about it and let Jesse bring the girl down here himself. Then again Jackson could be strange. Sometimes Jackson's ideas of romance differed from his own.
Jesse looks around, the candlelight casting strange shadows on the walls, the shelves and their contents. 'you gotta see this room' Jackson's words repeats in Jesse's head. Yeah, some architecture this room had. My ass! Jesse snorts. Noticing a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling he looks around for the switch but finds none, must be located on the other side of the door out in the hallway. He squints at the light, trying to see if it could be turned on with a pull chain. He feels around with his hand in the air for it, still finding nothing. Just then he hears the doorknob click.
He turns around just in time to see the door open, the hallway light shining in his eyes. Before he can do anything a woman is pushed into the room.
She stumbles in, her hand reaching out for the shelf to steady herself. Confusion clearly on her face as to what had just happened. The door closes quickly behind her, just as it had on Jesse. Her eyes adjusting to the light, as she looks at the room, gasping when she sees Jesse standing there. Instantly she straightens her shoulders and bumps the shelf next to her. A jug wobbles precariously near the edge. Catching it out of the corner of her eye, she quickly puts her hand up to steady the container.
"Take your time kids. Enjoy yourselves. I'll be back after you two have had enough time to... uh... talk." Jackson chuckles through the closed door.
The set up sinking in as the woman looks at Jesse, the table, and then Jesse again. Her lips close tightly into a thin line, as she turns around and tries to open the door, being just as unsuccessful as Jesse had been. She smacks it with palm of her hand.
"Not funny Jack." she says loudly.
Laughter from a group of people beyond the door can be heard. Jesse rolls his eyes, apparently Jackson was not alone with the planning of this little tête-à-tête. Jesse bites his tongue and turns back to the table, pouring some wine into the second plastic cup.
"Jackson you open this door right now!" the woman says. Silence. She curses softly as she jiggles the doorknob. Guess she hadn't been in on the plan either, Jesse thinks to himself as he puts down the wine bottle and picks up the cup, slowly turning around to look at the woman.
This was not the girl he had noticed before. Jesse checks out his 'blind date'. She is slender built, wearing a body hugging shirt tucked into white... oh baby, tight fitting white jeans that nicely hugged her ass. Jesse grins. This could be fun after all. Its not like she has anywhere to go, she's locked in here too, pounding on a door, and knowing Jackson, he won't open it for quite some time. Yes siree, this could be fun. An image of fucking her from behind as she holds onto the shelves for support, flashes briefly through his mind.
"Its useless you know," Jesse says approaching her, "might as well make the most of it."
She spins around at the sound of his voice right behind her. They stand face to face. A charming smile on Jesse's face. He's practiced this smile for years now and its always worked on the girls. Most of them swoon when he get this close and shows his pearly whites. The other girl he had seen earlier, had wanted to meet, would probably have done one of two things. One) screamed and fainted, or two) screamed and jumped on him. His smile turns into a grin, at present moment, he was kinda of keen on option two. He holds up the cup for her.
The woman before him, squints her eyes slightly in the dim light as she looks at him. His face shadowed by the candlelight flickering behind him. She looks at the cup, biting her lower lip as she debates whether or not to take it. Why is she not swooning, he wonders. The thought of seducing her fades away, his smile falters, he suddenly feels like an idiot. He breaks eye contact with her and looks at the cup. Damn it, if she wasn't going to take it he was going to gulp it down himself, his ego starting to crumble.
Just then his eyes focus on her boobs. The body hugging shirt looking just as nice from the front as it did from the back. Except with this view he got cleavage. Amazing, tantalizing cleavage. The shirt was waffled, sorta of like thermal underwear. The neckline was scooped just a little with a line of tiny snaps that went between her breast and ended just above her navel. The first ten or so little snaps were undone, leaving the top corners of her shirt open, exposing skin. Momma Mia! He wanted to reach out give her tits a good squeeze.
Hesitantly her hand moves towards the cup, snapping him out of his reverie. He looks back at her and catches a shy nervous smile on her face. She takes the cup, mumbling thanks as their fingers touch. She glances over his shoulder and slides away, putting space between the two of them.
What made Jackson pick her? She wasn't exactly what he'd call his type. Not to say he was turned off, not by a long shot, as he took another look at her tits, this time with a side view. But blonde hair, that what he liked. If Jesse was going to notice somebody he would noticed the blondes first. Like the one that had been front and center during the show, the one he was heading for backstage before Jackson had detoured him.
This woman was pretty, had a nice enough looking face. She had long dark hair, long enough to grab onto when things got really hot and heavy you and wanted to hear a scream. Was she a screamer he wondered? She certainly had a great body, one of those bodies that you just wanted to bend in all sorts of directions, that could easily maneuver into any position. Well blonde or not, his libido was getting aroused. Maybe it was just the room setting. Candlelight and a bottle of wine could make things appear differently then if you were meeting at a coffee shop.
Jesse watches as she stops at the table and sets her cup of wine down.
"Did you know this was being planned?" she says, turning and looking at Jesse.
