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Warning: This story is rated M for a reason. It will have some dark topics, full of angst. At different points, there will be graphic scenes containing violence, adult language, and rape.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters, those are all property of the super fabulous, Stephanie Meyer. I do, however, own the angst driven world that they are all residing in throughout this story.
CHAPTER 2
EPOV
As I sit here, getting lost in the music, my mind wanders. I try not to let it, too many bad places it could go and I am too sober for that right now. Rehearsal time is limited and with the constant interruptions due to changes in the schedule or program, it gets tedious, but it keeps me occupied.
I've been with the New York Philharmonic for five years now, just a mindless drone playing through the rhythm. I feel the music, but I don't feel the attachment to it like I used to in times past.
Like when I was still composing.
Stopping that train of thought, I start on a song I know all too well, Robert D. Vandall's Prelude No. 4 in F Major. It always manages to calm the darkness that threatens to overtake me and pull me into the depths of hell and suffering.
As I play, I feel a cold draft blow through the stage area. The unexpected company is unnerving, sending chills down my spine. It's probably just Alan with another rewrite to the song correlation for tomorrow night. I'm dreading the idea that it might be another one of my fellow female musicians here to proposition me, yet again.
I stop playing, realizing I have many other things that I need to do before tomorrow's show anyway. As I walk toward the stage entrance to leave, I'm startled.
The frosty breeze from before slaps me in the face, cutting through the heat of the building, and I can feel eyes burning into me but I can barely see her. As quickly as I take notice of her dark eyes hidden amongst the shadows, she's a blur of brown from her long stringy hair to her shabby dark clothing, because she's running. I'm stunned. I'm not sure if I'm angrier at the unnecessary interruption or her lack of decorum to just cut and run without a word. I should chase after her, hell, I should call security. But she looked scared out of her mind. A look that I know all too well, I see it every day when I look in the mirror.
I walk quickly over to the door. I may be an ass, but I'm not heartless… most days. If she's in trouble, I can't just walk away.
She's gone. No surprise there, they all come and go which is perfectly fine by me. Actually, I prefer it that way.
I walk back to the piano, grabbing my sheet music before closing the lid to the Grand Steinway and walking out. All I can think of right now is getting a drink. This day was a total waste. The arrangements they have me playing are too easy. It feels as though I've been playing them since I was in diapers.
Finding what I'm looking for isn't possible at a dive bar on a Monday, so I decide to say screw it and hit up Flute. It's been a while since I've been there, so I'm sure I won't run into any of my past conquests. Tonight is Cabaret Night, so maybe I can even get a little down and dirty in the luxury, high-class bathrooms.
Unless you know the bouncer personally, or prepay for bottle service, getting in is touch and go. The VIP lounge has a nice view of the show and the dance floor. I order 2 bottles of Magnum Grey Goose; it's one of their premium top shelf vodkas, and usually just one bottle is good for me, but tonight I plan to entertain.
Stressed and ready to forget everything, I'm ready to enjoy a hot piece of ass with a side of vodka. The waitress that serves me the first bottle is a pretty brunette with legs for days and her outfit leaves very little to the imagination. She's eying me like sex on a stick but the reminder of the girl who interrupted me today is too present in this girl's appearance. The runner's long brown locks and brown eyes are too similar, so she's a hell no for tonight. Plus, if I screw the staff, I run a greater risk of seeing them again if or when I choose to come back.
I sit back and take a few hard shots and dismiss the waitress for now, I have no need for her hovering. Like she even stands a chance. I sit and watch as women on stage and on the floor dry hump and practically have sex with each other. Tonight is just too easy and too normal.
As I scan the bar, I see a hot redhead grinding up on her friend, but she reminds me too much of my bitch ex and I'm not in the mood for reminders tonight. I take another shot while a girl with long blonde hair comes up and sits beside me. Her fake tits are popping right out of the top of her barely-there white dress.
"You look so lonely over here all by yourself," she comments. I have to admit, blondes aren't normally my first choice, but everything about her screams fake, pretty sure everything is fake including her fucking nose. I give her my signature panty-dropping smirk, and she looks at me like she just hit the lotto.
"Well," I tell her, "I'm not so lonely now that you're here."
I offer her a glass and she motions for the waitress to bring over some cranberry juice. I'm almost disgusted that she would water down my offer, but she's hot and I'm horny so I pour the juice in with her vodka and watch as she drinks. Her lips wrap around the straw suggestively and my eyes follow the motion, imagining her mouth wrapped around my cock. She finishes her drink and asks me to dance. I wasn't in for the whole dog and pony show but what the hell, one dance and maybe I can get her out of here.
When we step on the floor a beat rocks the place as she does a little spin and plants her nice, firm, round ass into my crotch. I grab her hips, pressing into her as we dance to the music. I feel my cock hardening and it's no surprise to her as she pushes back even harder. The feeling is bliss. I close my eyes and lose myself in the music and the bump and grind of her body along the hard length of my cock. It's almost a pleasure overload, and if I were some teenage boy, my pants would be a mess with my own humiliation. But I have strength and stamina to last for as long as I want, when I actually give two fucks about who is getting me off.
I haven't felt like this since I was with my ex. I remember being happy, the feeling of caring about her, holding her in my arms and waking up with her. But happily ever after is bullshit.
I open my eyes to look upon the woman still gyrating against me. I imagine her taking off her clothes, her hands all over me. I know this feeling will be quickly fleeting. It will be what gets me off, what I lose myself in. This is all I need for tonight. Tomorrow will be a different bar and a different girl.
After heading back to the VIP lounge, we polish off the second bottle of Goose and just as I'm about to ask the waitress to call a private car, the blonde opens her mouth. "Don't worry about it. My driver is outside with my car." She licks her lips, and for a moment I feel like her prey. Her eyes pierce right through me as she rubs her hand up my thigh and across my steel rod. I let her believe I'm easily manipulated, it's easier when she thinks she's just using me.
When we get up to leave, I throw a nice tip on the table. I can't help thinking of the brunette that disturbed my rehearsal time and the brunette that served us tonight, watching as I passed her over for a person who's had more work done than Michael Jackson.
Climbing into the back seat of her car, I can't shake the feeling of being watched. She tells the driver to take us to her place and then closes the privacy window. She doesn't even wait for me to say or do anything before she mounts me.
I know her mouth has been sterilized by the amount of alcohol she consumed tonight, but I'm still not a big fan of kissing; it's too intimate. So after a few tongue delving, lip locking moments, she does something unexpected. She lowers herself onto the floor and works my belt buckle free, undoing the button of my pants and lowering my zipper. My cock springs free from its confines and she practically purrs in delight. I lay my head back on the headrest and let out a heady moan as she strokes me once, twice, then lowers those sweet collagen-injected lips onto my rigid cock. She's sucking like a hoover fucking vacuum! There's no air left between the inside of her cheeks and my cock, she's perfectly sealed. I try not to think of how good she is at this and how she got that way and I just enjoy.
An uncontrollable loud groan rips through me as I feel her hand join the action, giving a little pull on my sack. I'm well groomed. I prefer to keep myself hairless now after contracting a case of the itch from sleeping with someone while shit-faced awhile back.
The euphoria is unbelievable as I feel her moan around my cock. I open my eyes and realize her right hand has disappeared under the bottom of her dress. I'm only assuming she got herself off as she growls and kind of melts into my lap still sucking on my cock. I release myself into the back of her throat and she laps it up, making sure to clean me up completely. She reminds me of a kitten, purring while finishing off the last drops of milk in the bowl. She continues with the cat-like behavior as the smile that spreads across her face could be compared to the Cheshire cat and I'm in motherfucking Wonderland.
She leisurely stretches her body up off of the floor and sits next to me on the back seat. Laying her head on my shoulder, she continues stroking my thigh. After a few more minutes, I'm ready to go again and thankfully, we're pulling up to an amazing condo complex. I zip and button up my pants before we climb out of the car.
As we walk past her door man and get onto the elevator to go to her top rise condo, you can tell right away she's no cheap lay. She's got a lot of style, something Esme would be proud of. I shake my head; I have all the fake I need for tonight waiting for me, and I'm not about to bring an ounce of reality to this, so I quickly banish the thought of her from my head.
She offers me a seat and a drink and I accept both. I get comfortable on the couch and she hands me vodka, not as good as my Goose, but it goes down smooth enough as she straddles my lap and starts grinding on me.
After having a mouth full of my dick, I'm not in the mood to stick my tongue in there. Stalling, I lean us forward and slide my jacket from my shoulders, placing it next to us across the back of the couch. I settle us back, tugging down the top of her dress. Just as I thought; fake, firm and barely movable. I suckle on her neck and work my way down to her nipple, her hands gripping my hair and pulling me in. I can't even tell if it's out of desperation to feel something or if she's really enjoying it. Even her moaning sounds fake.
I realize this isn't what I want. I roughly slide her off my lap and stand up. She looks taken back before I bend her over the arm of the couch. Her dress is so short that I barely need to push it up; I see her soaking-wet white thong. She moans as I rub my hands up the sides of her ass and give it a quick smack. With an ass like this, she had to have some work done here as well or she has some amazing genes.
I can't remember her name. Actually, I don't even remember exchanging names, but that's par for the course tonight, I guess. I unbutton my pants, dropping them and my dick slaps her ass, once again freed from my trousers. She looks back at me, biting her lip and wiggling her ass a little more. It makes me smirk for the second time tonight. I reach between her legs and start rubbing her clit to get her ready, but she's already soaking wet, her thong ruined, so I rip it off. The sound of fabric tearing causes her to squeal a bit. I slap her ass again.
I reach into my jacket pocket and slide on one of the magnums that I stored there just for tonight. I give myself a few extra strokes for good measure. She seems to like the sight, but I can't stand her eyes on me. I wrap my hand in her hair and give a little pull as she turns her head back around and arches into me, moaning deeply.
The fabric is gathered around her waist; it still amazes me that her tits barely bounce. I keep my left hand tangled up in her hair, forcing her face forward and align myself up with her wet pussy. I slam into her hard, her voice a strangled scream.
"Oh god!"
I don't even give her a chance to adjust to my length as I pound in again.
"You like that, don't you?"
"Mmmmmm," is her only response.
I continue driving into her over and over again. I feel her body start to tighten and she's moaning and panting hard.
"Touch yourself." I want her to get there faster, so I ram in again and again, pushing her to the very brink of her climax. She's pulling and pinching her nipples, and I can't help but wonder if she even feels that or if she's just doing it because I told her to. I feel one of her hands slide down to her clit and her fingers graze my cock as I push in even deeper. She's screaming now, lost in her own ecstasy.
The walls of her pussy clamp around my cock as she comes hard. The feeling is exquisite as I pump in a few more times and release my load into the protection of my latex. She's still panting hard when I remove myself from her, and dispose of the condom. I wrap it in a tissue and slide it in my pocket. I learned better than to leave my load behind. You can't trust anyone, that's my motto.
As she stands on wobbly legs, she removes her dress; she's like a piece of plastic art work. She stumbles a bit from being thoroughly fucked and I assume she's still feeling the effects of the alcohol. I lean back and stretch, relishing the release of tension I've been dealing with all day. Fuck, that felt good.
She stretches out on the couch and I'm not sure if she's looking to cuddle or go another round but I sit there relaxed, enjoying my post orgasmic bliss. A few moments later, she answers my question when she starts to snore.
Well ain't that some shit!
Normally, I have to sneak out in the middle of the night to make my escape, but hell if I'm gonna look a gift horse in the mouth. I notice a blanket thrown across the corner of the couch. I may be an ass, but I'm not completely fucking heartless, so I drape the blanket over her naked form and get dressed, making sure not to leave anything behind.
As I walk to the door, I chance a glance back at her. She was definitely fake in every way and I still have no clue what her name is. This night couldn't have gone any better. I open the door and lock the bottom knob, pulling it quietly behind me.
I was probably only up there maybe an hour. As I pass the front desk, the doorman just smirks at me and gives me a sly nod before I exit and hail a cab.
I give the cabby my address and find myself relaxing for the first time all day. I find solace in my own private domain, never seen or touched by a female, unless you count my family. But that's a whole other story that I really don't want to think about right now.
We pull up to the front of my high-rise apartment building in Tribeca and I step out of the cab, leaning in to pay the driver. After he drives off, I turn around and just admire the building. I can't help it. I couldn't ask for a better apartment and I'm so glad that I lucked out when this place came on the market. Fifty million dollars later, it was all mine. My palace of solitude, just the way I like it.
End notes:
TWL: Wow… Okay SSST, that was pretty hot! The vulgarity from before is now excused… totally worth it. But I gotta say, Edward seems like a douche.
SSST: He may seem like a "douche" now, but he's been through hell! I promise you when he finds something worth giving a damn about he'll work on changing.
TWL: Oh, I believe you… I just had to say what I know some readers are thinking. ;)
SSST: Well, I can't wait to see what your Bella does next.
TWL: Me either!
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