The creepy thin bartender with a horrid nose ring and a lion tattoo on his shaved head vehemently refused to let me have a drink. I begged, flashed Lance’s money around, told him I was with the *Nsync party, I did everything, but he refused to fall for my fake I/D, and he refused to fall for my charms too. What is with these men, all of a sudden they are growing brains?

I settled for a coke with lots of ice, imagining it was drenched in rum. As I nursed the sober drink, I felt a pair of hands spin my swivel seat; getting ready to unleash my tongue at the person, my eyes caught sight of the joker.
It was AJ with a big smile, in his signatory dark glasses.

“Hey, beautiful,” he said, pulling into the seat next to mine.
I grabbed my drink and made for the seat a few steps away from him, but he was quick to grab my hand. “Hey, I come in peace. Friends?” His hoarse voice pleaded.

“Yeah, last time we met at a bar, you didn’t really have sweet words for me,” I spat.

“I had too much alcohol that night, forgive me.” He beckoned the creepy waiter and placed his usual drink of Jack Daniel’s on the rocks. Then, they exchanged a few compliments on their choice of tattoos. “What are you drinking?” he asked, glancing over at my glass.

“Coke…this nice man here won’t give me a drink,” I said, looking from him to the waiter. “What are you doing here, I thought you guys were in…”

“We left last night. We are here for the WEG party and then it’s off to San Diego for another concert.”

“Where’s Nick?” I asked, looking around for my dear friend.

“I don’t know, I left him at the store downtown, you know that boy likes to shop?” He turned round to admire me with a mischievous smirk on his face as his eyes perused my person. They went to my face, making a brief stop for my bosoms, lingering on my nipples, and then further down to my fleshy thighs revealed under my mini-skirt, and then he came back to my hair, giving it a mean scowl. “You look…em… good. Had your hair done? It’s still red though, but I don’t think I like it this way. It doesn’t strike me as it used to.” He shuddered like he had swallowed a bitter pill.

“Where’s the nightmare, have you woken up from it?” I asked tongue-in-cheek, referring to Vikki, his new companion.

“She’s upstairs, you know how I like to drink alone.” The waiter passed him his drink. He took a sip from it and turned back to me. “So the hair, tell me, was it Lance’s idea?”

My mouth flew open in horror. How in the world did AJ know about Lance? I stared back at him in horror.
He snickered. “You didn’t know I knew about him, did you?”

“How did you know?”

“I saw you guys checking in, I was standing in the boutique facing the lobby and then bam! He walks in with my Nikki in tow. You know you’re hard to miss.” He sipped from his glass, checked his pockets for a cigarette and unable to find one, he asked the waiter for a pack of Marlboros and in an instant “creepy” brought it with a lighter in hand.

I shut my eyes and tried to figure out why I wasn’t angry. I was supposed to be glad, wasn’t I? This was what I always wanted, for AJ to see me wrapped in Lance’s arms and realize what he was missing.

“So, is he good in bed or what?” AJ asked, blowing smoke circles into the air.

“I’m not gonna answer that, AJ?” I said with a twist of my head.

“Now, common Nikki, is he good or not…does he do you right? Or does he just lie there and sing sappy love songs all night?” He dropped the cigarette and turned to face me, his right hand landing on my right knee below my skirt.

“Sappy love songs are good. Last time, I checked you had a couple on your album that you used to sing to me in bed,” I retorted, going down memory lane with him.

“But then, we would have explosive sex afterwards…and then you would scream my name, and howler, remember that?” His hand went further up my thigh, gently brushing along the insides.

“What is this, Vikki not satisfying you? Or just the thought of me in some other man’s arms has got you pissing in your pants.” I slammed my glass on the bar causing some of its contents to spill. Creepy bartender gave me a stern look that signified that I should dare not break the glass. I apologized with a sneer smile.

“Well, she’s nothing like you. No one’s like you. You knew that, didn’t you?” His hands had made their way to my panties and he was running his forefinger along the lines of my lacy underwear: a move that tickled my insides. I didn’t offer any form of resistance; the goose bumps on my body were too many to object to his advances.

I looked around the bar to make sure no one had caught sight of our lurid act. Luckily for us the bar wasn’t full, we were about the only couple at the bar.  It wasn’t happy hour yet; it was just a little after 2 o’clock in the afternoon. But AJ didn’t care he pressed on.

He took off his glasses and his free hand made for my hair, pulling me towards him for a suffocating kiss, his hand still brushing up my insides.
He let go after almost choking and invading my mouth with the kiss, and then he smiled, coyly.

“What do you say we go upstairs and do it like old times, and you forget all this Lance Bass bullshit, Nikki? He’s not you; I’m you. I am the man you were made to fuck,” he professed.

I bit on my lower lip in thought. A sinister thought suddenly came to my mind and flashes of steamy, intense sex with AJ danced tantalizingly around in my head. Pouting, I asked, “What about Vikki?”

“She doesn’t have to know…we could…”

I cut in. “I want her out, AJ, hear me. I want her out,” I demanded with undisguised hostility. There was no way I was going to participate in a low-key affair with AJ. I am the main babe, the main groupie in his life; I wasn’t about to play second fiddle to Vikki.

He fiddled with my panties some more; his fingers had penetrated through the side of my underwear to my warm insides. As his fingers teased it, it almost brought me to moistness, and I could see it in his eyes, that he wanted so much of me that he could almost taste it instead of his brandy. “Take it or leave it,” I taunted, forcing back a moan.

He thought for a second, taking his hands away from my throbbing womanhood, and spoke up, “Okay, give me a second.”
“No, I’m going with you. I wanna see the look on that tramp’s face when you send her packing,” I rejoiced, clapping my hands.
“Nikki, this isn’t a game,” he warned.

“But I’m enjoying it,” I giggled, sarcastically. “And you were too not too long ago, so don’t kid me. Look…if you want me…and everything I come with…remember…how you liked that.” I reached for his crotch. His dick was bulging in his jeans. I rubbed my delicate fingers on it feeling for its head when I did, I traced it with the tip of my forefinger. “So, remember what we used to do AJ, the tattoos, the whip cream, how you liked it…” I licked my lips seductively. “Well, you are right, I did miss it. So how about it?” I could feel his dick rising as I rubbed harder.

In an instant, he replied, “Sure, why not. I’ve had it with her whining ass anyway. Babe is driving me crazy.” He dropped some money notes for the drinks and we jolted up from the seat and headed to his room.