Polishing Jewel Ch 07 08

Chapter 7

Separating the downstairs bathrooms from the rest of the establishment was a very narrow corridor, it's nicotine and grime smeared surfaces adorned by pictures of movie and music celebrities from past and present. Elvis Presley in bespangled sunglasses, darkly slicked back hair so smooth it appeared plastic, smiled beatifically across at a black and white Marilyn Monroe holding down the front of her dress as air currents tried to reveal what Joe DiMagio was so familiar with. Next to Marilyn, occupying his own frame while radiating a charisma that made the actor seem like the king of all he looked upon, Humphrey Bogart regarded the urine smelling corridor with a bemused expression as if the goings on of the drinking public were of no mind to someone so focused. The corridor itself was so narrow that only one person could traverse the confining space at a time. When Julie and Eric exited their respective bathrooms at the same time, the two collided under the bemused gaze of the Big Bopper.

Eric, blood singing after getting his own snowy fix, looked down at the glossy brown-haired girl and smiled - his penis stirring in turgid response to the breasts bobbing so invitingly by his own chest. He had never thought to be this close to another girl while at the same club as his on again off again girlfriend, Pam. Admittedly, Pam was a hot piece of ass, but this little girl was so soft it made Eric hard with want. Eric's hand, seemingly of its own volition, went automatically to the girl's hip. "So, tell me now lovely, how do you like the music?" he said, neck tilting to the right as he took in the luscious swell of perfect breasts. His hand cradled the curve of a thigh, just grazing a piece of buttock, then slowly inched its way up, brushing against the soft swell of the girl's breast, before cradling her head in his hand. Flustered and unsure, Julie looked up and recognition hit him. Eric's smile faltered a fraction, until something caught his eye and an outrageous idea came to mind. "Why hello there, Julie. You have something there," he said pointing. "Do you mind if I get that for you?"

"Oh, no. I mean sure, go ahead." Dazed and distracted by the new sensations her body was experiencing, Julie could feel her blood throbbing in time with her rapid heartbeat. Eric's smile turned into a full-fledged grin, as he dipped down and kissed her full ripe lips. Lost in the unfamiliar sensations as her blood pounded heat through her veins, Julie moaned at the pleasure. As the young teens lips parted slightly under pressure, Eric was spurred on to go farther. As Eric's darting, searching tongue invaded her mouth, Julie came to her senses. Realizing what was going on she tried to pull back from him but with a wall on one side of the door and the payphone on the other, there was nowhere to go. Her gaze met with that of Humphrey Bogart who seemingly whispered, "Here's looking at you kid." Until Eric stood back up, or someone opened the bathroom door, she was stuck here.

Eric was enjoying the plundering of Julie's mouth when he felt her tense up and try to pull back. Retracting his heat seeking tongue, Eric pulled slightly back, licked Julie's right upper lip, then stood back up. Pink muscle flickered around in a quick circle as the musician licked his own lips and said "Nice. Sorry if that caught you off guard there Julie, but... you had a little powder... on your lip... and well... we don't let that stuff go to waste. You know?" Sure she knew; and if it hadn't been for that grin and a mischievous glint in his eyes as he bent down, she would have let it go.

"Yeah Eric, I understand, but there's something that you need to know. I like all of you guys. A lot actually, but if you ever pull a stunt like that again, you'll be one bass player that will be singing soprano. I'm here with Nikki and, as far as I'm concerned, I belong to him right now. I am off limits to every other heterosexual man on the planet. Do you understand that?"

The glint of barely banked fire in his eyes belied his faked disinterest. Eric had to admire her loyalty, not that he thought for a second that Nikki deserved it, but for her he would back down. "I getcha babe. I'll be good, but just be forewarned. Nikki - I love him like a brother, but..., he's not really the faithful kinda guy, you know. Us musicians, well, one girl or another -- one screw to the next. Share and share alike, party till you drop and all that. I just don't want you getting hurt like countless other girls." The right corner of his lip curling in bemusement as he met Julie's gaze full on, Eric continued, "If he does...well, I'll be here, no matter what."

Before Julie could respond to that, the door behind her opened up and she stumbled back barely catching herself. "Oh! Hey Julie what are you still doing here? You're not waiting for me, are you? Well even if you are I'm ready now, let's go." Turning back from the glance over her shoulder at the blonde, Julie was amazed to note that Eric was already gone. An impatient nudge in the small of her back alerted her startled brain that Pam was shoving at her to get back into the bar. What the hell just happened? What did he mean by that? Wow! My body feels like it's on fire! I mean, shit, I feel like I could do anything. Raising a forefinger, Julie felt the rapidly beating pulse in the right side of her throat. Swallowing from a mouth suddenly gone too dry, she tried to rearrange her features back to normal. Back to Eric: I hope this doesn't mean trouble. And poor Pam. What an ass. God, I feel great, and awful. I have to ask Nikki about this stuff. I hope this is normal. With shaking limbs, she let herself be herded back to the noise and confusion of the crowded bar.

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Despite desperately rushing hormones causing him to barely be able to think straight, Nikki couldn't stay hard long enough to get down to business with this girl. His fleeting thoughts kept sliding away from the business at hand. She was pretty, but she wasn't what he really wanted. Hanging out at this club, a lot, Nikki knew all the hidden alcoves where a couple could get a quick blow or cop a squeeze. The spot he had chosen hid both of their bodies from the milling crowds of bar patrons, and they wouldn't be detected unless someone made a lot of noise. Forcing his mind back into its well-established track of seeking sexual release to vent his tension, Nikki decided to have the slutty redhead just give him head. This way he didn't have to look at her, and he could envision his Jewel instead... fingers running through Julie's silken locks, thumbs kneading breasts so full and swollen, full lips caressing the tip of his engorged cock... Swallowing the lump in his throat, Nikki gently pushed the girl to her knees in the corner and, with a quick glance around, unzipped his pants. Grinning he said, "Time for a little commando raid darlin'."

"Commando raid?" What do ya mean?"

With a guttural laugh at the base of his throat Nikki winked. "Means I go commando... As in no underwear. I like letting the boys hang out where they want."

Leaning forward, eyes wide in excitement, tip of her pink tongue just swiping the edges of her lips, the redhead reached out and gently inserted two fingers into the inviting metal lined opening. Nikki groaned as the girl's fingers rubbed his throbbing shaft. Taking this for encouragement, the slut slid aside the leather material hiding the promised manhood and carefully extricated the swollen length of Nikki's penis. Her eyes widened at the sheer size of his cock as it throbbed in her sweaty palm. Feeling a tug of taut hands in her hair, the girl took a moment to gaze up at Nikki's closed eyes. Encouraged, she started playing with his cock, licking the blunt slit tip and stroking the length of his hard shaft while slipping a finger inside his zipper to stroke the dangling roundness of his balls.

Goddamn! Jesus that feels good, Nikki thought, the electric tingle of sexual excitement and pulsing pleasure threatening to wipe out his unfocused mind. Fuck, yes, Jewel, he thought, pulling the girls head in tight against the leather of his pants. As the length of his manhood slid across the hardened enamel of her teeth to plumb the warm depths of her mouth, Nikki groaned again. Shit yeah! That's what I need, he thought as he swayed his hips forward to thrust an inch deeper into the wetness of the girl's mouth, almost losing his load as her tongue slid against the joining of head and shaft where his foreskin had once been. Opening his eyes, he looked down, noting the red hair massed in his fists. Damn it! he thought as his fantasy of Julie was interrupted. The fan was apparently happy to please him but suddenly Nikki was in more of a hurry than just letting her take her time with him.

"Girl, this is nice and all, but I gotta get back on stage soon. Let me do this." Without waiting for a response, he grabbed the back of the unfamiliar head with both hands and proceeded to fuck her mouth with rapid thrusts of his hips. After a minute of extreme mind-numbing pleasure flooding his system, Nikki felt his ball-sack tighten preparatory to spewing his cum. At the cleansing gush of release as he came swift and hard, Nikki had only one thought on his mind - Julie. Julie's soft skin, her full lips, and her darting tongue. Julie's lush curves and her angelic face. As the last of his seed pulsed out of the slit at the end of his cock Nikki pictured Julie's hands on him, innocent yet curious. It was then that Nikki knew he was done for. He was hooked and being reeled in and he didn't care. So long as he had that precious Jewel in his possession and she was safe and happy. That was all that mattered. The only bright, shiny spot in an otherwise dark and frightening life.

Carefully extracting his softening cock from the redhead's mouth, Nikki tucked himself away, bent down and kissed the top of the girl's head. "Thanks for the relief. I'm sorry I can't do more for you. I'll catch you next time," knowing that there would probably never be a next time, and not caring a bit. Shit, he hadn't even asked for her name. What the fuck did it matter? He straightened up and left her kneeling there in the corner, a dribble of escaped sperm showing starkly white against the flushed redness of her skin by one corner of her mouth. Blowing the stranger a kiss from one sweat dampened palm, Nikki turned and didn't look back. Thoughts flowing more smoothly again, he made it to the first floor and looked around. He spied Pam and Julie coming from the bathrooms heading back to their barstools. Running damp palms through the mesh of his shirt, Nikki smiled to himself, knowing what a treasure he had found in her. Once again at a momentary peace, he continued on to the stage where the band was getting in place and waiting on him. Reaching the foot of the stage, he turned and gave a wave to Julie. Nikki felt an oddly empty pain in his gut as Julie smiled at him and waved back. What the fuck is that?, he asked himself.

Noting his friend's gaze, while taking in the sweaty flushed cheeks and nervously twitching hands, Eric grimly shook his head. Nikki had just gotten a blowjob in a corner from some little band slut, guaranteed. Oh well; what the fuck do I care?

Shrugging off the unfamiliar melancholy ache, Nikki gave a nod to Drake. Twirling one finger in an upright circle, indicating that he was ready to get back to work and it was cool to reintroduce the band. Turning back to the guys, he said, "Hey, guys! There's this dude from Capital Records that wants to talk to us after the show. Says he would make it worth our while. What do ya think?"

Eric's head jerked up from looking distractedly at his bass. "What dude? Where?"

"Over there, by the girls. The suit. See him?"

"Yea, I see him. Did he tell you he was from Capital?"

"Nahh dude. He just handed me this card," Nikki said, handing over the man's business card. "You think he's for real, dude?"

"If he is dude, then we could be heading toward a lot of money. We're gonna have to play our cards close to our chests boys. We wanna record deal, right? Then follow my lead."

"Dat was de mellow sound of De Commodores in "Three times a Lady". We 'ave two for one schnapps' shots goin on at da bar so's ya bedder getcha som'o'dat dare while it's still good maann. Get 'er liquored up good now, sos you can lick er down dare later maann. We gotts Sunday and Monday night football, Tuesday and Wednesday drink specials. As always, Thursday is Lady's night. Saturday night we ave a new band comin in called Metallica. Oh, my, did I skip Friday night maann? Dat's cause my friends from Clashing Forces are gonna be back 'ere with us, and, speakin of which, day look like day ready to play for you all. So give it up for dem: Clashing Forces!"

As the music crashed over her tingling body Julie could feel the waves of power from the speakers caressing her in places she had never felt before. She felt so good and was hyped up to the point that she could barely contain herself. Pushing herself up from the stool she practically jumped. "Pam, I gotta move! I can't just sit here anymore."

Eying the highflying little girl Pam said, "I know what you need. You need to get out there and dance. Nikki would love to know you like their music. What better way to show it than to dance and work off some of that energy?"

"I don't know Pam." Looking around at the mass of people, Julie shook her head. "I don't wanna dance with another guy. Besides, Nikki might get mad about that."

"Who said anything about another guy? I'll dance with you. Shit, I gotta move too ya know?" Pam confided. "Hey Jack!" Pam shouted.

"Hey Sugar, what can I do to ya, I mean for ya?" the bartender joked.

"Hey babe, could you hold my bag back there for me? We girls are gonna hit the floor and shake things up a bit. I don't wanna go have a good time, just to come back and find myself robbed. So could ya,...Please." She pleaded with pouty lip, batting her full mascara doused eyelashes.

Grinning at the shameless flirting, Jack chuckled. "Sure babe, for you anything. Just grab my...," he said with a suggestive grinding of his torso. "I mean me, when you want it back."

"Gawd Jack, you are such a perv. I love it." Pam laughed as she handed him her bag. "Keep your eyes open now Jack. I might just show you a thing or two." With that she jumped off her seat and, grabbing her new friend's hand, pulled Julie towards the dance floor. The two girls wormed and wiggled their way to get close, but not too close, to the stage. They were just within Nikki's line of sight. "How do you feel about girl-on-girl action, Jule?" Pam suddenly asked her.

"What do you mean?"

"Girls, touching and kissing... You know," she said with an arched eyebrow.

"I don't know. I guess it's okay."

"I mean, for you. It's kinda how I dance with other girls. Do you mind...if I touch you?"

Julie, heart pulsing so rapidly she could barely stand still, was so keyed up and needed to find an outlet so badly that she was willing to do anything so she could have a moment of calmness. "Right now, I just need to find my center so bad. Whatever Pam, I hurt from all this energy." Stepping up she raised her eyes to meet Pam's and smiled in what she thought was a seductive way. "Let's do this."

Placing a palm on Julie's soft shoulder, Pam said, "I'll soothe you until Nikki is able to." The blonde stepped closer to Julie til their bodies touched. She put her hands on Julie's shoulders and slowly, softly slid them down her arms to her elbows. One hand continued on down to her wrist and then she entwined their fingers together, as the other hand moved from Julie's arm to her hip, to continue further down and around to caress her shapely rear-end, feeling a shiver course through the girl's spine at the touch. "You can do it back...if you want to," Pam supplied.

Lost in the moment, the two women danced and caressed each other, stroking each other through that song and the next. Julie's breath caught at each stroke of Pam's fingertip at the base of her spine. Still, far from calming her down, the physicality caused the heat at the core of her being to build to what she felt would have to explode in a crescendo of molten passion. Catching her breath between songs for a few seconds, Julie took stock. So, this is what they mean by so turned on you'd do anything for release, she thought. She was so keyed up and turned on she knew Nikki was bound to be in for a good night..., she hoped.

Nikki caught sight of Pam pulling Julie out onto the dancefloor and grinned impishly. The rocker was excited about watching his Jewel move to his voice. Grinding her luscious body to his band's music. Dividing just enough attention from the demands of his art to keep a partial eye on the girls, he watched them grind together even as his distracted brain frantically tried to keep track of the lyrics of Eric's song. At first they just kinda stood there, not moving much. Then Nikki almost missed a line as he noticed how the two girls were dancing. They were locked close and blending into one, their two gorgeous bodies twining around each other like two snakes in a basket. His cock, previously sated, hardened instantly as he watched them touch each other and grind against each other. He could see hardened nipples straining against thin material as their breasts grazed. Missing a note, Nikki flushed at Eric's glare. He couldn't watch them and work. He could barely remember the words to the songs. He almost jizzed his jeans when he saw Pam lick Julie from collar bone to earlobe. Still, more worrying, was the angry upwelling surge of jealousy that he had to swallow back down.

With two more songs to play, Eric was getting pissed that Nikki was fucking up his music. That is to say until he caught sight of his girl and Nikki's. Eric smiled to himself as he remembered the feel of Julie pressed against him and the taste of her soft warm mouth. That girl was going to be quite a handful. Eric knew without a doubt that little Julie was a sex goddess and he was willing to worship at her altar in all the ways a man could worship a woman's body. He almost felt a little jealous that she was willing to let Pam touch her but not him. If it hadn't had been so fuckin' hot, he would have been jealous. With as distracted as he was watching them, he knew it had to be just as bad for the bands resident sex addict, Nikki. No wonder he was late with the lines.

With how good the girls looked out there, both Eric and Nikki thanked God when they left the dance floor. Both band members were sweating more than usual so they wiped their brows at the same time and caught each other's eye. "So," Nikki asked through the mike, "Man Eric, did you see those two?" and pointed out to the dance-floor.

"Shit yeah, I did! Have you ever seen anything that hot in your life?"

"Nahh man, but I'm gonna get some tonight." He said, grabbing his crotch and humped the air as if it were a warm woman. "Let's party!" he screamed into the mike. That led them into their next song, aptly named "We're Gonna Get Some Tonight." One last fleeting thought of the unknown redhead left alone on her knees in the corner, a trail of jizz leaking from her lips, flew through his brain, then his once more throbbing penis refocused on thought's of later. One more song, a quick drink, the meeting with that Steve guy, then Nikki couldn't hold off if he wanted to. He was going to plunder Jewel's treasure box tonight.

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As the edge of her cocaine fueled high began to wear thin, Julie was bouncy and fidgety, anxious to leave, "Oh my gawd! How much longer, Pam?" Julie asked her companion. She was desperate to satisfy the cravings of her body, and mind. All she could think about was Nikki. She could feel the swollen lips of her sex as they slid silkily along the smoothness of her panties, leaving a wet trail of hot need. His smooth skin, chiseled pecks and abs. The way he smelled. Especially the taste of him and the gentle strength of his callused hands. Julie unintentionally moaned aloud with longing.