| Celebrity by Destiny Lance was a drunk celebrity. There was no two ways about it. His body spun like a top as he debated climbing off the barstool to take a piss. His bladder pleaded with him yet his body continued to forewarn him. Climbing off the stool would defy the laws of physics and the result would be most upsetting. “You are so hammered!” Chris laughed as he took the empty seat beside Lance. “Hammered like shit man! What the hell did you drink?” Lance attempted to allow his eyes to focus. They wanted to stray, to roam about the club and find something more visually appetizing than Chris. “Beer,” he replied unevenly as he spotted an appetizing vision in black leather. “Lotsa beer.” “Bullshit!” Chris laughed, pointing to an empty shot glass. “Unless you did shots of beer.” Lance drew his gaze away from the stunning girl and turned to Chris. Blowing a hot stream of breath on his friend he smiled. “My breath stink or what?” Chris staggered from his stool in surprise. “Don’t fucking do that Lance. That’s gross! Eiww!” “Pussy,” Lance jeered as he cupped his palm over his mouth and blew again. He had all intentions of kissing that girl and wanted to be sure he didn’t offend her right off with less then fresh breath. “What’s up here?” Justin asked, wrapping a friendly arm around Lance. “Whoa man. You’re drunk.” His blue eyed danced with inebriation as well and he shoved Chris aside to sit down. “See that girl?” Lance asked, as he pulled out a vial of Binaca. “Which one?” “The girl with the leather halter over there. Near where Joey is.” Justin squinted his eyes to get a better view. “Yeah, I see her. The red head?” “I’m going to fuck her now,” Lance sighed. “I’m going to take her to the hotel room and rock her world. I’m a celebrity you know.” Justin grinned. “Kidding right?” He watched Lance shake his head no and attempt to get on his feet. His smile quickly faded. “Lance, you can’t do that. You can’t just take some strange girl home and have sex.” “And why not?” Lance wanted to know. The stool felt ten feet high as he climbed off it and his body swayed to the side. Gripping Justin’s shoulder he steadied himself. “I can do what I want. And tonight I want to be Joey.” That may have been a slight exaggeration on his part. He didn’t really want to be Joey ... he just wanted some love. Justin clenched Lance’s arm firmly. “You’re drunk, man. You don’t want to do something you’ll regret in the morning. And that..” Justin paused to wave his hand in the girl’s direction. “...that you will regret.” Lance felt overwhelmed by feelings of constraint, and obligation. He’d sought refuge from it all at the bar. Justin’s moral reminders were a sad wake up call that alerted him to who he was as a sober person. “Leave it alone, Justin,” he warned with an icy glare in his eyes. “Just don’t.” He didn’t want to hear the reasons why he shouldn’t take the sexy woman home. He didn’t care to listen to Justin’s rational nature right now. Right now he was horny as hell and needed that woman to take the ache away. Another night with his hand was not his idea of a good time. No more. “I can’t let you,” Justin persisted, jumping from his stool and standing in Lance’s way. “You’re not a one night stand guy. You can’t do this.” Lance knew he was wrong to shove Justin back. He knew he was wrong to snarl at him. Wrong to lock eyes and shoot him a lethal glower. The alcohol had him and he wanted to get laid. Nothing was going to stand in his way. “Fuck you then!” Justin screamed, his face fallen and wounded. “Go sleep with her but don’t cry to me tomorrow when you’re regretting it!” Lance ignored his friend’s rant and wobbled toward the girl. A light sheen of perspiration broke out on his forehead as the music swirled around him. Suddenly his jeans felt too constricted and an erection was already forming. He rubbed at it unconsciously and continued to weave his way through the sea of people. The girl was swaying to the music, her hips rocking rhythmically. Lance stood a few feet away wondering the best way to approach. Normally, when he wasn’t playing a celebrity, he was subtle ... perhaps buying the girl a drink, or making some eye contact. But he didn’t feel like playing nice. He wanted to play dirty. He raked his fingers through his spikes, tugging them up a bit before moving closer. From the corner of his eye he made out Joey’s figure, grinding up against a girl, a mischievous twinkle in his brown eyes. It looked like a clever line of attack. The tight leather pants accentuated the girl’s tiny ass and Lance bit his lip, unsure if he could pull it off. She turned and smiled at him, twirling a strand of red hair through her fingers. “Hi,” she mouthed. Lance’s eyes grew wide as his confidence returned. A man shoved into him accidentally trying to get by and Lance took his opportunity to latch his arms around the girl’s waist. “Hey,” he said drunkenly into her ear. “I’ve been watching you,” she confessed, leaning her head back against his shoulder. “For hours now. What took you so long?” Lance sighed as his hand touched the silken skin of her stomach. “I have no idea,” he murmured, moving in closer. His erection was full blown, pressing into her ass. Normally, he would avoid such close contact at this stage of arousal. Normally, a hard-on embarrassed him in such a public place. But not tonight. Tonight he was horny ... and playing at being a celebrity. “So, take me out of here already,” she giggled lowly, spinning around in his arms. “I’ve waited long enough.” Lance was no expert at escaping clubs with strange women. Hell, he’d gotten a blowjob in a VIP room, once, on a dare from JC but that was it. Any other real sexual situation he’d found himself in was with girlfriends. He’d never done more than make out or fool around with strange girls. Joey winked at him encouragingly as he led the girl back through the maze of bodies. He looked around, trying to debate where to go, what to do. Going back to the hotel was risky with fans sure to be hanging around. His mind was hazy and muddled. “Want to go to my place?” she asked, snaking her tongue out to lap at his earlobe. Lance merely nodded as his entire body pulsed with sexual energy. He hadn’t had sex in over a year since his last girlfriend. Masturbating and messing around was fine, but he missed that closeness ... the intimacy of being inside a woman and watching her beneath him ... holding her close while he came. He longed to hold someone all night and wake in her arms. “Lance!” Justin’s hand was on Lance’s arm, yanking him away back. “Don’t do this, man. Please. She‘s only looking for a star fuck you know that! You know it‘s all about the celebrity.” Celebrity. The word burned his ears. Lance narrowed his gaze at Justin. “Jealous are we?” he hissed, pulling away. “Mad that you can’t pull in someone this hot? Or just playing a frustrated virgin tonight?” Justin’s face turned to stone at the harsh words. “You’re a prick,” he whispered hotly. “I was only trying to help.” “Well don’t,” Lance slammed back. He shoved his hands in his pockets and glared. “Just don’t.” The girl touched his arm insistently, urging him back to her. Without a second glance, Lance turned his back on his friend and headed out the door to the valet area. “You are really sexy,” she purred, running her nails up his shirt over his back. “Those eyes. God. They’re even more hypnotic in person.” Celebrity. There it was again. Lance nodded distractedly, feeling guilt about speaking to Justin so harshly, but fuck, the kid needed to either get laid himself, or learn to but out of other people’s joy. The limo pulled up and Lance let the stranger slip in before climbing in after her. The privacy window was up and before the car even left the curb, she was on him, rubbing his erection through his jeans, licking his neck and straddling him. “Oh. My. God.” she mumbled. “Lance motherfucking Bass. Jesus.” His head was fuzzy and his stomach churned with an odd sensation of lust and alcohol. It made his hands tingle and his feet curl. “Wait,” he gasped as she untied her halter and let it fall to the limo floor. “Hold up.” She tilted her head at him, eyes blazing heatedly into him. “Lance? You alright?” How did she know his name? It spilled twice from her lips in mere seconds. A blinding headache began to rage behind his eyes and he rubbed at his temples. Everyone knew his name, he reminded himself. He was famous and that meant star fucks. That meant something different. Suddenly, she was gone, on her knees between his legs, unzipping his jeans to release his cock from its place. He looked down curiously as she licked the sensitive tip. “God,” he moaned, throwing his head back. It was wrong, he knew it was. He knew in the back of his mind Justin was right all along, but Jesus, he was lonely. And she was so pretty. And this wasn’t really what he wanted. He really wanted a girl to stare down at that held love in her eyes ... love for him, not his celebrity. The word rang ferociously in his ears. Celebrity. That’s what he was. That’s what it had been for the past year and a half. This girl on her knees didn’t even know him. If she did in all honesty, she probably wouldn’t even want him. “Oh, Lance,” she whispered lustily. “Baby, you are so hard.” Lance ground his teeth together as she encompassed his length, swallowing him down. His hips pounded up instinctively as his fingers dug into her scalp. He could allow himself a blowjob, he reasoned. Forgo the sex thing. That might be alright. For a few delicious moments in time, the limo sailed smoothly toward her apartment. Lance rocked his body in time with her sucking motions, hoping to finish well before her place. Then he could play the part ... bow out gracefully and beg forgiveness for his sins. Celebrity. The orgasm held so closely ... so near expulsion it made his teeth ache sweetly and his stomach knot with heat. He was right there, so very close. It was stuck. His jade eyes flew open as sweat beaded on his forehead. “What the fuck?” he stammered. “The alcohol. I can’t come.” She looked up at him with a glimmer in her eyes. Releasing him from her mouth she smiled. “Oh, you’re gonna come, Lance. I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll never be the same.” She slithered up his body and attacked his lips with hers, guiding his idle hands to her chest. “Play with these. You’ll get there.” Lance fingered her nipples absently as her tongue swirled anxiously throughout his mouth. The beer soured in his stomach and he repressed a sick burp. He felt ill ... and trapped as the limo ground to a halt. “We’re here,” she sighed, climbing from his lap. She tucked him back inside his jeans and grabbed for her halter. “Tie me up?” she asked with a wink. Lance nodded as he struggled with the thin straps. He was fucked. He was in trouble and wrestling with conflicting emotions. His entire body ached with want yet his mind wagged a finger at him. The limo door opened and she climbed out, extending her manicured hand to him. “Come on,” she chuckled. “Wait till you see my bedroom.” Lance dug his heels into the sidewalk and looked around. “I’m sorry,” he gulped, tugging his hand free. “I don’t feel well and...” Her hands snaked around his waist and she pressed her body close to his. “I’ll nurse you right back to health,” she promised. “You won’t find a more willing nurse than me.” Celebrity. The word sang out loud. He wanted to know her name, yet he didn’t. He wanted her to be something she wasn't so badly. He wanted her to be the love in his eyes so he could collapse on her bed with her and make love to her all night. But she wasn’t. And he couldn’t. “I can’t,” he stammered. “I just...can’t.” His body tensed as her hands slid down to cup his ass. “Please. I’m really sorry and...” “Fuck me,” she growled into his ear. “I want nothing more than that. You can leave afterwards. I just want that cock in me, Lance. Okay? Just for a while.” His entire body burned with her words and his mouth went dry. He felt like an ass standing in the middle of the street with the limo driver watching this gorgeous woman grope him. He was the pussy now. “Okay,” he muttered reluctantly. The bar had made him so big and bad ... but out in the world he was still the little boy looking for true love. Her bedroom was all that and more with handcuffs and black sheets. Oils and vibrators sat taunting him as she lowered him to the bed. “Relax,” she grinned, stripping her clothes from her body. Lance rolled his head to the side as she removed his jeans, kissing his hip and thigh as she slid them down and off. He sank into the mattress and let go, accepting defeat. His body turned to liquid as her mouth ran the length of his body and his eyes shut slowly, trying to escape and forget who he was and what he really wanted. She manipulated his body and he let her. A small laugh escaped his lips as he wondered if this was what the definition of slut. A louder laugh emerged when he couldn't decipher if he was the slut or she was. Lance realized his breathing was ragged and shallow. He wasn’t quite sure where his needs began and his heart ended. A chill ran down his spine and he shuddered. “Cold?” she asked as her body moved back up his. And he was. He was cold from the inside out. When her legs brushed his hips and the wiry hair between her legs pressed against his hardness, he froze. His teeth chattered and the blonde hairs on his arms stood on end. It was sinful. His body was reacting properly but his mind wasn’t in the same game. This was not what he wanted ... Justin was right. Still, the hard on nagged him ... sending conflicting messages throughout him. Lance’s bleary eyes focused on a photograph not so far away. A Polaroid pinned up above her vanity. He blinked hard at it, unable to make out the man in the photo. The woman was her, of that he was sure, naked and laughing on top of someone. He pushed his head off the pillow a bit and strained to see. She ignored his movement as her hands played over his chest, rubbing the tender nipples, urging them to incite more passion in him. The shock of red hair atop the guy in the picture fascinated him. It was so familiar and... and...his eyes adjusted suddenly. “Fuck!” he hissed, pushing her off him. He jumped to his feet as the room spun before him. In his haste to rush to the photo, he tripped over stiletto heels and slammed into the wall. Grasping at the picture, he tore it down. “What the hell is this?” he yelled. “Did you do this on purpose? DID YOU?” She sat crumpled in the center of her bed with a distant look in her eyes. “So? I fucked Joey Fatone. What’s the big deal?” Lance stared at her with venom in his pale eyes. “You. Fucked. Joey.” He spat the words out like poison. “You fucked my friend and still brought me here? You ... You!” He stumbled over his words as he scrambled for his clothes. “Slut!” His face turned red as he dressed quickly. The headache burst out from behind his eyes and flushed out full force as he tugged his jeans up. The girl shrugged as she lay down. “Want me to suck you off at least?” she offered as she switched her vibrator on. Lance stared in wide-eyed wonder as she began to masturbate before him. “Oh my god!” he growled, annoyed with himself. Sobriety was catching up to him, as was a good case of nausea. He fled for the door without looking back. Once inside the limo, he vomited. Sinking back into the leather seats, he let himself cry. He sobbed for what he almost did ... he sobbed for what he couldn't have ... and he sobbed for what he truly desired. Celebrity was not it. |