The Break - Chapter 36

Chapter 36 The afternoon cocktails had extended into the early evening. Elena was watching her sister closely. She knew it had been a very long time since Anita had a relationship with a man. Feeling that her sister was in a very vulnerable state, Elena was going to do her best to make sure that Anita didn’t get sucked in by this man. At least that is what she told herself. Every time Elena looked at Big Ron, she felt a twinge of lust in her loins. He was very handsome and she was sure that he was quite well endowed, unlike her Jorge. Although Jorge was the only man she had ever been with, Elena had talked with her friends. Even though Jorge had satisfied her throughout their marriage, she couldn’t help thinking that she was being short-changed. Now seeing this massive, attractive man in front her, Elena realized that it had a long time since she had been with a man. As she turned her full attention towards Ron, she began to wonder what it would be like to be with him. With the tequila lowering her inhibitions, she wondered what it would feel like to be totally full down there. Unconsciously, she slid her hand down between her legs. Abruptly, she be aware that she was rubbing herself. Looking over at Ron and Anita, she was relieved to she that they were so absorbed in their conversation, that neither noticed her personal moment. “So after they played Leno.” She heard Big Ron saying. “They had one more gig in LA the next day. Then we all flew to New York so they could do Lettermen the next week.” “Wow, Leno and Lettermen.” Anita responded. “That’s impressive for one week.” “I’m telling you, these boys were good, really good.” Big Ron said. Once again, Anita passed on a follow-up question. Eventually, she would ask what happened to the boys. She had an exclusive and she knew it. No since in rushing to something that could damper Ron’s willingness to share. Since she didn’t feel a great urgency to get to the whole story, she decided to let Big Ron go at his own pace. When it was critical for her to know, he would either tell her or she would asked. She was experienced enough to know when to push. “Which was better?” Anita asked genuinely curious. “Lettermen, hands down.” Big Ron responded without hesitation. Anita was surprised at his quick answer. Her assumption was that he would have to think about it. Suddenly, she realized that she was so busy staring at his beautiful blue eyes that she hadn’t responded. “Oh, really?” She said quickly. Her haste betrayed the fact that she was flustered by the long look. This did not go unnoticed by Big Ron. Old dogs never quit being dogs. He saw what he had been waiting for and he knew that he would be able to close the deal anytime. But right now he wanted to talk about the mess, as he had come to call the horrific explosion. Plus, it would be much better if he made her stew for a bit. If he built up the moment, they would both enjoy it much more than if he just pounced. Additionally, he had to get rid of the sister. “Why?” Anita managed weakly asked after another pause. It seemed as if Ron’s eyes were boring directly into her. She tried to rip her gaze away, but for some reason she could not. She felt like she was swimming in his eyes. The sensation was staggering. If she had been standing, she would have had to sit down. Right now, she felt her body responded physically. As the heat built in her, she could feel herself moistening as urges long ignored began to exert themselves on her. “Kind of a funny story about Lettermen.” Ron started without breaking eye contact. “Seems like the NBC censors were not happy with the name ‘Ratdick’, so they made told leno to introduce them as ‘Rat D’. The boys were pretty upset. But when it came down to that or not playing, they chose to play. Ron stopped and took a long draw on his scotch. Momentarily, he broke his gaze on Anita to look at Elena. She had a far off, dreamy look in her eyes. Big Ron dismissed it as the tequila. “So, Leno introduces them as ‘Rat D’.” Big Ron continued. “They play and everything is cool. When we get to New York, the CBS censors say the same thing.” Elena was trying to listen. But the combination of tequila, the soft leather couch, the warmth of the fire and Big Ron’s low monotone voice was beginning to take its toll on her. Her eyelids began to feel very heavy. “…and Dave said ‘Rat D’, that’s an interesting name.” Big Ron said. “So, Ronnie says, “Well that’s not actually the name of our band. They won’t let us say it on the air.”. So then Dave asked what the real name was. When Ronnie told him, he cracked up. “Now that’s a name for a rock band,” he says.” Elena was rapidly losing the fight. She knew if she didn’t get up right now, she would slip into a deep sleep. “Just one more minute, then I’ll get up.” She thought. Because Anita was intently listening to Ron, she didn’t notice her sister had dropped off to sleep. The story and Ron’s sparkling eyes were adding to her already heighten passion. “So, time comes for the show and Dave comes out and he gets to the part where he is telling the audience who is on the show. He says, “Great show tonight, ladies and gentlemen. We have lovely and talented and one of my favorite people, Ms. Drew Barrymore. And a new band called ‘Ratdick’. That’s right folks, ‘Ratdick’ is here tonight. ‘Ratdick’, ‘Ratdick’, ‘Ratdick’, ‘Ratdick’. Then he threw a pencil through the window.” “That’s hilarious.” Anita chuckled as she lightly placed her fingers on the back of Ron’s hand. “I guess that is the difference between Jay Leno and David Lettermen. Leno is so …” To Big Ron, that was the next sign in the progression. Glancing over at Elena, he was glad to see that asleep. It wouldn’t be long before he was sliding into something a little more comfortable, like Anita. “Exactly.” Big Ron agreed. “Leno’s not a bad guy, just a little less controversial, shall we say, than Dave.” Ron responded to Anita’s touch, by placing his hand on her leg just above the knee. Always looking for a reaction, he was glad to see that Anita didn’t move her leg or look away. “That’s not all.” Ron added. “After they were done, Dave walks over and says “Wow, I haven’t heard anything like that in years,” then Paul agrees. Finally, Dave says “Can you do another?” and they just played…and played. I think they played like six songs. The audience that didn’t care for it, got up and left. But Paul and his band kicked in on the last three songs. It was so cool. It really is amazing how much goes on with shows like that, that never appears on TV.” “We’re like that.” Anita added. The twinge was noticeable. Big Ron was sure it was caused by the realization that she wasn’t on TV any more. Ron watched as she finished her half glass of scotch with one big swallow. The sadness was apparent in her eyes when she returned her look to Big Ron. He simply took her glass from her hand, placed both glasses on the end table, stood up and reached out his hand. Anita took one glance at Elena to ensure she was sleeping and then took Big Ron’s offered hand, stood up and followed him up the stairs to the master bedroom. Once they were in the bedroom, Big Ron turned to face Anita. He looked deeply into her eyes. “I know exactly what you need right now.” He said softly. “You have to trust me, understand?” Anita just nodded her head in agreement. “Good.” Ron said authoritatively without being harsh. “You need to let yourself go, understand.” Once again, Anita nodded silently. “Look into my eyes.” Ron directed. “You know you can trust me.” Anita stared deeply into Ron’s eyes. She saw the softness behind the forcefulness. It was a unique combination that she wasn’t sure she had ever seen before. Usually, Anita struggled for control with her partners. In the past, she would not let a man dominate her in any way. Right now, tonight this felt right. She was going to do exactly what Big Ron told her to do without question. It was a liberating moment. She felt a surge of sexual excitement flow through her. All she wanted now is for Ron to touch her. Ron saw the look in her eyes and recognized it for what it was. She had decided to trust him. Now she wanted him to touch her, but he was not going to. Not yet, anyway. “Take off your clothes.” He ordered. Anita began to undress slowly, their eyes never breaking contact. She was naked to the waist when she unzipped her jeans. After she slid them over her hips, she let them fall to the floor. When she removed her underwear, she had to bend slightly which took her eyes off Big Ron. He took the opportunity to take his first glance at her naked body. He was very pleased with what he saw. But he didn’t have time to dwell right now as her eyes came back to his. They stood there for a moment wordlessly. Anita felt the fire burning inside her. Big Ron was already full aroused. “Unzip my pants.” He instructed. Without hesitation, Anita complied. “Reach in and take it out.” He continued. It took her a moment to liberate him from his boxers. When she finally pulled it out she was very impressed by how thick and long it was. Although she had been with several men over the years, she could not remember seeing anything this impressive. “Come closer.” Ron commanded gently. “Take it firmly in your hand and use it to rub yourself.” Instantly, Anita began using his member as a dildo. She rubbed it on the outside of herself. She felt the moisture on the inside of her legs. She wanted it inside her. As she began to move the head towards her wet opening, he stopped her. “Did I tell you to do that?” He questioned. “N-n-no.” She responded haltingly hoping she had not displeased him. Anita could not believe that she just had that thought. This was not her usual way of doing this. Tilting her head upwards, she looked into his eyes again. For some reason, it calmed and excited her. For some unknown reason, she was going to do exactly what he told her to do. “Kneel down.” He told her. “Now lick.” Once again, she complied wordlessly. “Now lay on the bed.” He commanded. “On your stomach.” Instantly, Anita climbed on to the king-sized bed and lay down on her stomach. Wonder what was going to happen next, she heard Big Ron undressing. Then she felt him join her on the bed. Soon she felt his strong, yet very soft hands massaging her back. It felt wonderful. He massaged her from head to toe. After what seemed to be a very long time, Anita felt as if she was on the edge of exploding. His hands touched her in the exact right place at the exact right time. She was very close to the edge, but not quite there. Big Ron took her arms and extended them over her hesd. Suddenly, she felt her self expanding to accept him inside her. As he slid into her, she felt the release. Moaning loudly in approval, she couldn’t believe how deeply he was inside her. And yet he kept pushing her. It stretched her to what felt like her capacity. When he was fully inside her, he paused and throbbed his penis over and over. Then as he slide out, he moaned. All Anita wanted him to do was put it back in, but he pulled himself completely out of her. He paused for what seemed to be an eternity. He continued this technique for several minutes. Keeping Anita on the edge, but not allowing her to orgasm. “Come on, Ron.” She said. “What?” He asked. “Do it.” Anita beseeched. “Please.” Ron began to thrust deeply and quickly. Her orgasm was instantaneous and very loud. Just as the first one ended, the second one started. Her third orgasm caused him to exploded inside her. They lay together, Ron still inside Anita. After a few moments they both felt him slide out. Anita rolled over and kissed Ron fully on the mouth. The continued to explore each other’s bodies until they were ready. They did it again, very aggressively with Anita on top. This time, she gave the orders and Ron willingly complied. Just before they both fell asleep, Anita propped herself up. “I am going to the guest room.” She declared. “Why?” Ron asked. “Cause Lena can be a little judgmental.” Anita explained. Ron didn’t really mind. He much preferred to sleep alone. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- They were all supposed to meet in the hotel lobby at three. The show started at seven and Ronnie liked arriving well before that. He insisted that the other members of the join him. As always, he was the first to arriving. He saw Pete walking across the lobby towards him. Pete never really had a well-kept appearance, but today he looked particularly bad. “Damn, dude.” Ronnie said as Pete approached. “What the hell you been doing?” “Fuckin’.” Pete replied. “What?” Ronnie asked. Pete flopped down on the sofa next to Ronnie. “Chelsea is an animal.” He replied. “We been fuckin’ since yesterday. I’m beat dude.” “Is that all you two do?” Ronnie asked. “Pretty much.” Pete responded. “Well. we get stoned and last night we actually went out for dinner.” “What do you guys talk about?” Ronnie continued questioning. “Fuckin’.” Pete said. Ronnie turned to look at Pete to see if he was joking. But he could tell by the look on his face that he wasn’t. Ronnie looked at his band mate in disbelief. All the years he knew him, Pete had always been looking for women. He had never known him to have a girlfriend. In fact, he could not remember him going out with the same girl more than twice. “What’s with this girl?” Ronnie asked. “You never hang with one chick this long. Not that I think that would be a problem.” “She’s amazing in bed.” Pete said. “Do you know anything about her?” Ronnie asked. “She’s amazing in bed.” Pete said. “Jeez dude, I mean other than that?” Ronnie continued questioning. “Like, is she going to school?” “Don’t know.” He responded flatly. “Does she have a job?” “Don’t know.” He repeated. Ronnie thought for a moment. Then he started again. “How about her family?” Ron asked. “Where do her parents live?” “Don’t know.” “Does she have any brothers or sisters?” “Don’t know.” He said again, but then he added. “Yes, she has two sisters. I asked cause I wanted to know if there were any more like her.” Ronnie slapped him on the shoulder. “Dude, that is messed up.” Ronnie said. Just then Ass, Ben and Emily walked up. “What’s going on, boys?” Ass asked. “We got a gig or something?” “Yeah, we do.” Ronnie replied as he stood up. “Where’s Annie and Chalsea?” Emily asked as she looked around for the other girls. “Annie went to look at a few of the shops.” Ronnie explained. “She was looking for you and Chelsea. But when she couldn’t find you she decided to go out on her own.” “Bummer, I wanna shop.” Emily said. “Call her cell.” Ronnie said. “You need her number.” “Chelsea’s sleeping.” Pete added as an after thought. Not really sure what to make of the comment, Emily looked at Pete. For the first time, she noticed how poorly he looked. “Still?” Emily asked. “More like finally.” Pete said. “Your friend is hard to please.” The words stung her. It was just like Chelsea to move in and take the boy. Once again, it had been Emily that got noticed and Chelsea that reaped the benefit. Ass and Ben were nice guys, but they weren’t exactly delivering what Emily needed. That’s wasn’t fair, she realized. They were both wonderful people and she really did enjoy hanging out with them. Maybe Ass would sleep with her again, she hoped. “Uh…Emily?” Ronnie asked as he held up a slip of paper. “Annie’s number?” She had no idea that she had been so absorbed in her thoughts. Ronnie’s tone took her completely by surprise. “Yeah, right.” Annie said as she shook off the momentary lapse. “I’ll hook up with her and we’ll see you guys at the show tonight.” “Okay, see ya.” Ass said as he leaned over and gave her a peck on the lips. Instinctively, Ben winced. By force of will, he shook it off. He knew that his jealous was his problem and if he let Eddie see it, he would drive him away. The boys fell into their normal grouping, Pete and Ronnie in the front, Ass in Ben following behind. It was as if this was the only configuration they knew. The show started exactly on time. Once again, the boys were on fire. They got completely lost in the music and didn’t pay any attention to the time. After an hour and a half, they finally relinquished the stage. Storm Damage was the headliner on this gig as well. Ronnie could see them stewing in the wings when they started walking off stage. “You are so fucked.” Johnny said snottily as Ronnie walked up to him. “Randy’s here and he knows you played for well over an hour.” “Geez, what are you twelve?” Ronnie asked. “Go tell Randy. I can’t help it if we like to play and they love us.” “Yo, what’s up Storm Drain?” Pete said with a smile as he slapped Ronnie on the back. “It’s Storm Damage.” Johnny retorted. “Right, Storm Drain.” Pete continued. “I’ll remember that.” Just then, Randy walked up. It was fairly obvious that he had been there for the whole converstion. “Great, you are all here.” Randy said. “I have a kinda delicate matter …” “That’s right.” Johnny interrupted. “Tell ‘em to stick to an hour or they’re gone.” “Actaully, since this is such a problem for you Johnny.” Randy started. Starting in Surrey tomorrow night, Storm Drain … I mean Damage will play first. Allowing he statement to sink in, he gave Pete a quick wink. Pete appreciated the little homage that Randy did. But he had to bite his llower lip to keep from laughing out loud. “What?” Johnny asked incredulously when the magnitude of the statement hit him. “We’re the headliner.” Not wanting to lose Storm Damage completely, Randy had given a great deal of thought to how he was going to handle this situation. “You’re still getting top billing.” Randy said. “It’s like when the Who was headlining and Jimi Hendrix was the support band. The Who always played first. And you know why?” “No.” Johnny sulked still in funk. “Because with two such high energy acts on the same stage, they crowds ran outta gas half way through The Who.” Randy explained. “Don’t you see, you get the fresh crowd and these guys can take your sloppy seconds and play as long as they want to, right?” Johnny took a moment to contemplate Randy’s explanation. “Yeah, okay.” Johnny acquiesced. “Like The Who. Then Johnny turned to his band. “Dudes, Randy said were just like The Who.” Johnny said proudly.as he joined his bandmates and the went through their last minute prepartations. “Cool.” Ronnie said appreciatively. “Thanks, Randy. That’ll really help.” “Help?” Randy asked. “Damn right it’ll help. You guys are selling tickets like crazy and Debbie just hit number three on the charts. Guys, everyone is beginning to notice. I heard Eddie Vedder might be here tonight. I want you guys on stage as long as the crowd does.’ The announcer came on the PA and introduced Storm Damage. The crowd gave them an enthusiastic welcome, but by the middle of the first song they had already lost most of them. “Jesus Christ, these guys suck.” Randy said. “We’ll dump them after Portland and get you guys a better support band. That’ll give me time to change all the media.” <<< Chapter 35 More stories from Paul Gavin. Info on novels Paul Gavin's Storefront. Technorati Tags: Fiction, Online Book, Chapter, rebeleyeball, Paul Gavin IceRocket Tags: Fiction, Blook, Chapter, rebeleyeball Copyright (c) 2006 Paul Gavin. All rights reserved.