Cale sat with his band mates in the VIP section of the club, watching the people below. Bored out of his mind, he wanted to leave, but knew he was required to stay at least an hour before he could do so. Standing he checked his watch happy he only had 30 minutes to go. He walked to the balcony and could not believe his eyes at who he saw in the crowd below. Going back to his table he punched the lead singer Dave in the arm grinning. "She's fucking here."
"Who?" Dave slurred.
Cale rolled his eyes "You know who."
"The black chick?" Dave asked and Cale nodded. He turned to one of the security guards and pointing her out told him to bring her and her friends upstairs.
Dave smiled looking at him, "So you gonna fuck her or what?"
"Yep." Cale laughed.
Ever since they began touring four years ago, she had been at every show each time they came to this area. Usually he would not have noticed, but with her often being the only black person in the crowd she was hard to miss. He wasn't sure if she was a fan of his music, or if she just went to the shows to be with her friends, and he didn't care.
Finally, after what seemed like hours she arrived with two other girls. Smiling he introduced himself and the rest of his band mates, while offering them seats at their table. Cale pretended to listen as each of them gushed over how much they loved their music, and what huge fans they were. After signing autographs, taking pictures, and two rounds of drinks, Cale decided he was done with pleasantries, and standing offered his hand to the hot little thing he would soon be fucking. Shrugging at her friends she stood and followed as he led her to a private table hidden behind a tacky red velvet curtain. He sat watching her watch him, her eyes wide with shock.
"Are you nervous?" he asked, still holding her hand. She nodded "Well, don't be." He said patting her hand.
"Ok." she smiled.
"Can I get you a beer?" he asked.
"I'm not 21 yet" she laughed.
"That's not what I asked you." he smiled.
Grinning she nodded, "Sure, why not."
"Alright," he stood pulling her up. "Let's go get you lots and lots of beer."
She laughed taking his hand "Ok."
They emerged from the private room and both of her friends rushed forward, separating them. He could see the curiosity and jealousy on their faces and he wanted to laugh. Instead he signaled to Dave that he was leaving and to keep the other girls entertained until he came back. As he approached the girls, one of them whispered something to him that he found pathetic, yet amusing. Shaking her words off, Cale slid his arm around his girl's tiny waist, gently guiding her away from her friends and out of the club.
He took her to his tour bus and once inside he handed her a beer. He was surprised at how quickly she drained it, and he handed her another and she did the same again.
"C'mon" he said taking her to his private room at the rear of the bus. Closing the door, he took her hand and guided her towards the bed.
"I want you to stay here and wait for me. I'm going to change then I'll be right back."
"Wait," she said. She gestured towards his makeup and costume, "how long does that take to put on?" she asked. "I've always wanted to know."
"About an hour" he shrugged, then headed towards the door. Turing he paused. "I don't want you to see me so the room will be completely dark when I come back."
"Why?" she asked then laughed, "Oh, it's because I could ruin the image by describing you."
"Yes...something like that" he said rolling his eyes. "Hang tight and I'll be right back ok sweetie?"
He left the room, thankful she hadn't noticed how rock hard he was. Every time she spoke he kept imagining those succulent lips of hers wrapped around his cock. As he washed, his mind ran rampant with all of things he would do to her. He had never been with a woman of color before, or even been attracted to them until he saw her. He wasn't sure if it was her chocolate skin, lush full lips, or those alluring dark brown eyes, but tonight he was going to find out.
After his shower he dressed quickly and headed back to his room. Outside the door he flicked the switch shutting off the lights inside. As he entered she called to him, a tinge of fear in her voice. "Is that you?" She asked.
"Yes, just me" he answered back. He made his way towards her then took her hands in his own. "Don't be scared, ok baby."
"I'm trying not to ... this is just weird and I'm sorry but-" She stood moving away from the bed.
Pulling her into him, Cale cut her off. He hugged her and gently began running his hands up and down her back. "I don't want you to go," he whispered against her ear, "but it's your choice."
She sucked in a breath then sighed, "Ok, I'll stay a little longer."
"Good girl" he smiled then kissed her cheek. "I need to ask you to do something for me."
"Ok. What is it?"
"I'm going to cover your eyes, so that I can turn on the lights. I want to see you."
"Oh." she squeaked. Still pressed against him he could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin shirt she wore. He pulled a blindfold from his pocket and quickly placed it over her eyes.
"Perfect," he said kissing her cheek again. Turning on the lights, he guided her back to the bed, laying her down. "So what's your name?" he asked tracing his finger across her chin then down her neck.
"Navi," she whispered. "What's yours?"
"Cale." he said unbuttoning her shirt. She wore an emerald green bra that looked amazing against her dark skin. His mouth watered as he noticed her nipples straining against the thin lacy material. He sighed, knowing he needed to ask the most dreaded of questions before he went any further.
"You're friend said you were a virgin, but that's not true right?"
S
he tilted her head in his direction. "No, it is. But I don't see how it matters."
"Oh, it matters" he sneered, unable to hide the disgust in his voice.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because I don't fuck virgins. It's no fun for me and it definitely wouldn't be for you."
He watched as she sat up covering herself with her arms. "Well...it's not like I was planning to have sex with you anyway."
