PROLOGUE
I was excited. I have to admit, when it came to Emelia, just thinking about her got me pretty worked up. Tonight, however, was special. Tonight was her birthday. Serge', her husband, and I had been conspiring to surprise her for her birthday.
Okay, let me backtrack a moment. I've known Emelia for years. She was part of the reason I quit being a peon and started writing for a living. Of course, I write erotica and it sells better than I ever expected. I met my girlfriend because of it. Emelia's always supported my writing, even let me do stories about her that even made her blush. It was one of those stories that introduced me to my girlfriend. See, I wrote this story about Emelia and Serge' in Las Vegas. I published it on this website and it got picked up by a movie company. My girlfriend, Ramonda, was the leading actress in the movie and we hit it off right away. I've been dating Ramonda for a few years now, no rush to formalize the relationship and, honestly, we both enjoy our active and diverse sexual experiences. Ramonda is an amazing woman. She's tall, taller than me, and slender. She doesn't represent the classic porn star physique, more like the hot chick you'd meet at the club or the gym. I asked her one time why she got into porn and she told me that the money was good and she loved sex. Let me tell you, that hasn't changed.
Now, I know this opening sounds like this story is more about me and my porn star girlfriend and this is turning you off. Please be patient with me and I promise you will get to meet and see, feel, smell, taste the star of my life and the engine behind my most intimate fantasies. Ramonda is so excited about tonight that I think she's been practicing her oral on her girlfriends all week. I know I have been too. Let me begin.
WARNING:
This story is explicit and intended for a mature audience only!
Using the hands-free button on the steering wheel, I listened as the phone rang. I was driving my convertible Mustang, down along Independence Boulevard heading to a book signing at the Bojangles Arena. I was one of many authors being showcased for this local writers event.
"Hello?" Serge' said.
"Serge', this is Dan," I said. "How's it going man? Long time, no talk!"
"Dan!" Serge' exclaimed. "Man, it's good to hear from you. I gotta tell you, this new truck is amazing! I love it! Thanks so much for it."
"Glad to help," I said, smiling. "Listen, I called to find out when Emelia's birthday is. Isn't this year the big 4-0?"
"Damn! It is!" he exclaimed. "I hadn't even thought about that. We gotta do something super special then."
"Got anything in mind?" I asked, swerving to avoid another pothole in the road. Charlotte city streets are rough on cars.
"I get the feeling you called because you have something in mind," Serge' said.
"I do, but you're her husband. I don't want to cut you off at the knees if you have something planned," I chuckled. Serge' and I understood each other too well.
"I got some time off for her birthday, but that's as far as my plans got," he replied. "I kind of forgot this was her forty."
"Side note, she doesn't know about the truck yet, right?" I asked. I knew she'd be mad if she knew.
"She doesn't know a thing," he swore. "You're going to give it to her for her birthday?"
"No, I have something else for her. What are you thinking about for a gift?" I asked. I turned into the parking lot of the arena and found a parking spot.
"Man, I don't know yet. It's a month away, I'll have to think about it," Serge' groaned.
"Okay, try to come up with something sexy, like lingerie and some fuck me boots. You know she's really tried hard to get back in shape and she looks delicious and totally fuckable. If you help her celebrate that she might really enjoy what I have in mind," I confided.
"What do you have in mind?" Serge' asked. "I don't want this to blow up in our faces."
"Relax, Serge'. I'm going to surprise her and you with a night to remember and when it's all said and done, I guarantee you'll both be happy," I said easily. "Listen, I have to go. I'm supposed to be giving a reading from my new book and signing autographs in a few minutes and I just pulled into my parking space. Text me when you have your gift straightened out. Or, if you want, I could get Ramonda to get a few things in your name?"
"I'll call you if I need that help," Serge' agreed. "I'm on the road for most of the month, so I may not have time to do any shopping for her gifts."
"Sounds good, talk to you later," I say and hang up.
My publicist, Mark, came running up to my car as I got out and said, "You're late! There's quite a crowd for your reading. I've got a public forum discussion of your last book going on now to keep them occupied."
"Mark, what would I do without you," I said, clapping him on the shoulder. "Lead the way!"
Mark quickly walked across the hot parking lot, leading me to the doors. The guard waved us through when he presented our credentials and we were soon at a table setting out copies of my most popular book, 'Vegas Booty Call' and my newest book, 'Charleston Booty in Time'. Okay, so I'm bad with titles, but apparently my sex scenes get it done. Or that's what the fans and critics have all said.
Mark led me to a conference room that showed my name on the door with a time for my reading. No matter how often I do this, seeing that gives me goosebumps. Mark handed me a bottle of water and pulled the door open for me. I stepped in and found about 100 women standing and applauding as I moved to the front of the room. The woman that had been leading the discussion was waiting and shook my hand.
"Ladies," she announced over the microphone, "give it up for the sexiest author in Charlotte, Mr. Dann Wade!"
"Ladies, thank you!" I called out. "Sorry for the delay, I was in negotiations for a new hot story. One I'm sure you'll all love!
"Now, who's ready to get wet?" The thunderous ovation filled the room.
I read through the next thirty minutes from my new book. It opened with a steamy sex scene, then worked up to a second scene after some drama. I had found over time that this was a big hit for these fan forums and I would sell out of all the books I brought. I finished to a standing ovation.
"Now ladies," I said, "If you'll excuse me, I need the little boys room and then I'll start autographs at the table set up in the hall."
Mark escorted me to the men's room and then back to the table. About half the women were in line, but a number were outside smoking, like they'd just had great sex.
I sat there for an hour signing books and chatting lightly with my fans. As the hour wound down, I noticed a particularly attractive brunette in a tartan skirt and fuck me heels standing off to one side waiting. She had large tits but I couldn't tell if they were real or fake though my money was on fake. There was usually one of these girls at one of my events. Some cute young stripper looking to move into a better role like working in the adult film industry.
Now that I'd noticed her, I couldn't help but looking now and then between fans. She clearly had a plan for this event as she 'accidentally' dropped her book and then bent over at the waist to pick it up, giving me a peekaboo look at her little pink lace thong barely covering her cunt. This move is not that original as I've been flashed more tits and ass at my shows than at any strip club. I'd already signed 3 bras and 5 pairs of tits and one pair of white cotton panties in the past hour. Still, she clearly had a motive and I was curious what it would be.
As I finished the last fan autograph, the brunette quickly moved up to the table. Mark, in his usual role of fan buffer, started to wave her off but I gave him the signal to let her come.
"I'm such a big fan of your books," she gushed, leaning over the table and flashing all of her cleavage in my face. "I really loved Vegas Booty Call; I've never wanted to be a book character more."
"Thank you," I said, mostly to her breasts. "Where do you want me to sign?"
"Can I suck your cock?" she asked, licking her lips.
"I beg your pardon?" I asked. This was different.
"I want to suck your cock," she said, moving around the table and sitting in my lap. "Haven't you ever had someone offer you a blow job before?"
My hands were on her waist, trying to decide whether to lift her off me or let her suck me.
She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I'm really good at sucking cock, and maybe there could be more."
"Okay, to be clear here, you aren't a prostitute or a cop, right?" She shook her head. "Do you have some identification?" I was not about to be entrapped by an underage minor. Though up close and personal I could tell she had breast implants which made her over 18. She reached into her cleavage and pulled out her driver's license, flashing me a nipple in the process. I had to give this girl credit, she was doing a pretty good job of seduction. My cock was already stiff with her sitting on my lap and wriggling her butt against it. I glanced at her identification. Her name was Amber, she was 20, and lived in Charlotte. I gave her ID card to Mark and he handed me the standard non-disclosure form I kept for these occasions. Amber quickly signed the form, then stood up and pulled me from my chair. She seemed pretty eager to suck my dick which I found charming.
