I wake up with a headache strong enough to slay a walrus. It's hot and I'm sweaty as fuck. The ocean is crashing loudly outside and I move to sit up. I hear a sigh, looking to my side to a random naked blonde chick sleeping in my bed beside me. Alright, so I got drunker than I thought.
I ended up getting home at four in the morning by cab, this girl not leaving me alone the whole time. She found me right after my short but effective small talk with Kurosaki. Got home thinking I could sleep the moment my head hit the pillows. But I ended up getting my dick sucked instead.
I don't remember her name and I stare at her tanned back wondering who the fuck she is. I throw the covers away from my sticky body and she stirs, opens her bright green eyes and looks directly at me.
"Hey big boy," she smiles, her sultry low voice making my stomach churn.
I get up from my bed, dick and all in plain sight.
She sits up, huge tits flopping over the bedsheets.
"Look I got shit to do. You gotta go," I say walking towards my bathroom.
She rolls her eyes as I stop by the door and point in the direction outside my room.
"Front doors that way. Had fun fucking ya. Bye."
I close my bathroom door and start the shower, hoping she leaves before I get out.
After a cold shower I'm feeling better. The headache isn't so bad anymore. And the big titty lady is gone. I'm glad I didn't lose my camera. I sigh with relief when I see it placed safely on the side table, glinting back at me which reminds me, Ichigo should be calling me soon. That's if he's smart. If he takes longer than two days to give me a buzz, I'm going to leak those pictures and get payed, straight up.
Now all I've got to do is get my car and grab a bite to eat. I pull my phone out and dial up Starrk's number. By the time I left the club he was nowhere in sight. He must have left early or something. He picks up on the third ring.
"Yo, blue."
"Hey. Did I wake you or some shit?" I ask after hearing him yawn loudly.
"Yeah."
"I gotta grab my car, pick me up? Oh yeah, and wanna grab something to eat?" I ask, grabbing my wallet and Ray Ban sunglasses.
"Sure. Be there in ten."
Good ol Starrk. He loves sleeping and being a lazy ass but when it comes down to it he always helps me out. He's like an older brother I never had. Starrk picks me up and we drive to the city where I pick up my Nissan 370z and in a matter of minutes we leave that street.
Next thing I know, I'm shoving pancakes drenched in maple syrup, chocolate and cherries down my throat. Starrk's enjoying his brunch just as much as I am. I take a sip of my strong coffee and grin at him while I think about the pictures I snapped of Ichigo last night. I make sure to check my phone just in case he's called. But still there's nothing.
"What you grinning bout?" He asks smugly. "You up ta no good again, kid?"
I laugh, "You know me too well, brother."
Starrk nods, but he doesn't ask any more questions, going back at his food while I continue finishing up my meal and drinking down the coffee. I have a strong feeling things are going to start getting very interesting very soon.
"What's with the get up?"
I had to contain myself. Before me stands a very annoyed celebrity with black designer glasses covering his eyes, a cap and hoodie hiding his bright orange spikes.
Ichigo ended up calling me just as I got home late afternoon. And now here he is, standing at my front door trying to disguise himself so he won't be recognised.
"Shh, can't just let people see me." Ichigo tells me matter-of-factly.
"Oh yeah, that's right. You're a superstar last time I checked."
He sighs. "What do you want?"
"Ooh and I thought I was the blunt one." I smirk.
He takes his glasses off, revealing two of the most stunning brown eyes I've ever seen on a person. A closer look shows me lightly dusted caramel freckles across his nose. Then he pulls the hood down and the cap is off next.
"Look, don't sell me out."
I scoff, "would you suck me off?"
His face distorts, "What."
"You heard me. Would. You. Suck. Me. Off?"
He shakes his head no and glares at me.
"Well then, I'm just going to walk right into the biggest magazine offices in Karakura and publish the shit out of you." I smile at him, "unless of course you do what I say…"
He looks at me incredulously.
"Wait. Are you blackmailing me?"
"Ding, ding, ding. Correct."
He frowns, "you can't do that. You can't."
"Yes I can. So, what will it be?" I ask, folding my arms over my chest as I wait for an answer.
He looks like he's about to try and kick my ass or something, with the way he's glaring at me.
"I'm not doing shit," he sneers at me, "you can't blackmail me into doing… that."
I remain silent, watching him. He probably thinks I'll change my mind, like I'll just let him go so easily. Yeah, right. Those images I took of him last night are mine. I have contact with publishers who won't hesitate to write about this shit in the magazines. They have enough money, which they will gladly pay me when I sell the story and the images to them. Ichigo has no power over me. I'm in control here and I get what I want. I better let the little berry understand this at the very get go.
"I want to show you something," I say, walking further into my house. I look back at a reluctant Ichigo but soon he's walking in behind me when I gesture for him to come inside. Before he arrived I made the effort to get the highest quality images of him printed out. I pick them up from my glass coffee table and turn to him.
"Imagine how much I could make thanks to these," I hold up the images for Ichigo to see.
His mouth drops open when he gets a good look. I catch a glimpse of his bottom lip quiver like he can't believe this and he's afraid of what I can and will do.
"You asshole, I'll have my lawyer…" He starts to threaten but I stop him.
"Right. So you think dragging a lawyer into this will make it go away quietly? Come on, Kurosaki. You're one of the most well-known actors out there. Anything you do – especially a court case will not go down quietly."
He swallows nervously.
"Then what the fuck do you want? You want money, don't you?"
"No, Ichigo." I take a step closer. "I want to see you burn. I want to ruin you. But I'll have my fun first, and then when I'm sick of playing around, I'll submit the pictures. You'll be talked about like no tomorrow."
"You can't do this."
"Then maybe you should've thought about what you were doing before you did it, kid. This shit will spread like wild fire. And who knows, this might even ruin your career."
His eyes cast down.
"So last chance," I say, "and don't try to get out of it. I don't want money. I got enough of that. I don't want popularity or recognition. I want you. And I want you to do what I want."
I watch him struggle with himself, like the thoughts are too much in his head. He peaks up at me through orange bangs, the innocence in his eyes making my dick stir. Shit.
"Fine, I'll…" He hesitates. "I'll do what you want. Just don't sell me out, okay?"
I smile. That was easier than I thought. I caught him in this little web of blackmail I constructed last night. How easy. Why didn't I think about doing something so cruel before? I doubt there would be feelings involved. I mean, he's not revealing any sign that he likes me or anything. But he's complying with what I want. So who knows? I wouldn't know if he even liked me a bit unless he told me because right now I just can't tell. I just want to have my fun. I won't get all emotional and shit over this famous brat. Fuck him, literally.
"Go on," I prompt smirking because I know he has no choice but to do what I want, otherwise it's not going to be so pretty for him when news gets out. I look down on myself and his eyes follow.
He breathes in a sharp breath before descending down to his knees in front of me. His big brown eyes look up at me and I swear that made my dick twitch from the look he gave me. He licks his lips, gripping the top of my jeans, unbuttoning then pulling my zipper down slowly. He pushes his hand inside and pulls me out.
He stares. His cold fingers gripping, making me hiss.
"You gonna start sucking or stare at it all day?"
Ichigo opens his mouth, wrapping his lips around my dick. He slowly starts sucking, moving his tongue enough to… Fuck. He's fucking looking at me. I never would have thought I'd have a celebrity sucking me off. This is crazy! Damn. And what's crazier is that I can use my camera to snap a picture of him sucking my dick like a whore, which will give me leeway to more control, more blackmail. I'm bad. But he's good. No teeth have scraped me the wrong way and his tongue works wonders under and around me. Shit. My fingers etch into his hair, gripping softly while I push his mouth onto me more. He takes it well, which gets me wondering.
"Wow, yer pretty good at this, princess. Do it often?"
He suddenly freezes on the spot. Is there more to Ichigo Kurosaki that I don't know about? Could it be possible that he's hiding more secrets about himself other than the whole drug thing? Possibly, because no straight man I know sucks dick like that. And trust me, I've had a straight guy suck me when he was high and drunk off his face. Let me tell you it wasn't very pretty. But shit, Ichigo's pushing me over the edge with his damn beautiful mouth and I'm not even inside him yet. Now I sure as hell want to be since I feel so damn good. I cum, watching Ichigo pull away when it hits inside his mouth and I smile like a maniac.
"Swallow it."
And he does, just like that. Damn. If that's not the hottest thing I've seen, imagine what his body will look like, naked, under me. The thought is enough to get me hard again, but instead I tuck myself away and watch him stand, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes looking away from me. I grip his chin, turning his face to look at me. I missed my chance to take a picture of him sucking me off, but it doesn't bother me too much. I was too busy enjoying myself anyway. We lock eyes and keep contact silently, the pictures of him in the safety of my hand. Those eyes look at me, a swirl of emotions presenting it to me even though Ichigo doesn't say anything. He looks at me like I will destroy him. And right now, I could, but I want to give him and myself some time to take a breather and calm the tense mood. It's awkward, I can feel it. But I want to make it much more comfortable between the both of us. After all, if I want to have fun and make the most out of this opportunity, I have to be comfortable, and so does he. It'll only feel better that way, even though I know that what I'm doing is wrong and not very fair. This world isn't very fair to begin with anyway.
"I'll let you go for now, Kurosaki." I say and his eyes light up. "But you answer when I call. If I want to see you: I see you. If you don't, then you already know what I'll do."
"Fine," he huffs, "but not when I'm working. Other than that, I'll answer, as long as you don't go back on your word."
I smirk. "It's a deal."
I know I took longer than expected to update oops. Hope this chap makes up for it. Liking it so far?