Going Undercover

Content Advisory: Erotic

Smoke hung heavy in the air. Nina watched the guy with the long, dark hair strumming his guitar onstage. Undercover work sucked most of the time but she thought she’d enjoy this particular assignment. Not often did she get to follow rock star types around and pretend to be a groupie. It was like reliving her teenage years.

Her sergeant had scored her a backstage pass so she could meet Blake Chambers, lead guitarist for the rock band Demonic Intentions.  She had to try to break into his inner circle. The Drug Enforcement Agency had a list of potential drug addicts that they thought could lead them to an upper level dealer in a methamphetamine ring.

Nina was picked to infiltrate the rock scene because at twenty-eight, she was younger than the other women in her division and could easily pass for a twenty year old college student. She wore her shoulder length blonde hair in pigtails and went heavy on the eyeliner, eye shadow and dark red lipstick. Jeans, a too-tight Metallica t-shirt and slutty heels completed her disguise and she fit right in. Her badge and service weapon were tucked into her purse right next to a bottle of hairspray and a pack of bubble gum. She could totally pull off the ditzy blonde persona.

She blew a bubble and tried to make eye contact with her target. The venue for the show was small and created a much more intimate setting. Blake kept a bottle of beer on the stage floor and would drink between songs but didn’t seem to give much attention to anyone in the audience. His eyes were closed most of the time and he seemed to be solely focused on playing his music. His long fingers danced over the strings with concentrated precision while his hair hung in a ponytail down his back.

It was undeniable that musicians held a certain sex appeal. She’d been in lust with many a rock star over the years. She was curious to actually meet one up close and personal even if her ultimate goal was to use him to catch a bigger fish in the drug dealing ocean.  

The band finally played their last set and Nina made her way to the stairs and flashed her backstage pass at the burly security guard who blocked her path. She smiled and winked at him while popping her gum.

He rolled his eyes and waved her through. No doubt, he assumed she was another band whore looking to jump into the back of the bus with anyone she could.

People stirred everywhere, talking loud and moving instruments and lights. Nina ducked into a hallway and took a deep breath. She practiced what she’d say when she approached Blake.

“I’m a big fan…I love your hair. How long have you been playing the guitar?”  All of it sounded so stupid. She laughed and turned around and ran smack into a man’s chest and dropped her purse which hit the floor with a heavy thud.

He bent over and picked up her bag. “Whoa. What you got in there? A brick?”

She looked up into that familiar face and took her purse from his grasp. “Hairspray and girl stuff.” She smiled at him and touched her hair.

He smiled back. “I guess so.”

“A girl’s gotta keep up appearances. Ya’ know?” She tilted her head and blew a bubble. The attraction was instant like putting fire to gasoline.  

   “Well, you’re doing a good job.” Pale brown eyes stared down at her. They were so light, they almost appeared hazel. He didn’t look like a meth addict. Up close, there were no dark circles under his eyes, his skin was clear and smooth and he had a gorgeous smile with nice teeth.  Not to mention he was decently built, not skinny like a druggie.

“Thanks.” She stuck her hand out. “I’m Nina.”

He gripped her hand and shook it. “Blake. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” She looked around. “I’ve never been backstage before. Busy place.”

“Yeah. A lot goes into putting on a show. Most people have no idea.”

“It must be exhausting. All the traveling and rehearsals and shows and parties.”

He took her hand and pulled her down the hall. “It gets old fast. I need to shower and change out of these clothes. Wanna hang out on the bus for a few?”

Nina shrugged. “Sure.” Getting information out of him might be easier than she thought. She followed him down the hallway and out a side exit door. The tour bus was about ten yards from the door and, surprisingly, there was nobody outside. No one saw them climb on the bus.

Blake locked the door behind them. “You want a drink or something? There’s a stocked fridge and bar.”

Her mouth was dry and her adrenaline pumped. “Sure.”

The inside of the bus looked like a house or a really nice mobile home. A black curtain separated the driving area from the living area. There was a couch and a table with chairs, a dishwasher, microwave and stove. He pulled open the double doors of the refrigerator. “Help yourself.”

She grabbed a Sprite and popped the top. “Thanks.” A stack of CDs sat on the bar. She picked one up. It was one of his albums.

“You can take one of those if you want to.”

“Really? Cool. Will you sign it for me?”

He laughed. “If you want me to.” He pointed to the couch along the windows. “Have a seat. I’ll be right back.” Blake disappeared into the back of the bus and she heard water running.

While he was in the shower she took the opportunity to snoop around a bit. She opened cabinets and checked under the couch cushions. She separated the black curtains and peered into the driver’s area. A can of Dr. Pepper sat in the cup holder and a pack of Newport cigarettes were in the passenger seat. When the water turned off, she closed the curtain and hurried back to her seat and sipped her soda. There was nothing around that indicated Blake, or anyone else for that matter, was using drugs. No paraphernalia or suspicious dust or residue.   

Maybe the DEA was on the wrong track. She found herself hoping they were because she kind of liked this guy. Something about him put her at ease and it was a good feeling when she constantly had her guard up around people.

Blake emerged in a pair of jeans and no shirt. Sweet baby Jesus. That ratty t-shirt he wore before did a great job of covering up one hell of a body. His muscled torso was covered in tattoos, intricate designs in black and gray. His wet hair hung loose down his back. He opened the fridge and took out a beer.

Nina bit her lip to keep her mouth from dropping open.

He sat down beside her. The scents of soap and toothpaste wafted toward her. Raising the bottle to his lips, he took a long pull off the beer before settling his gaze on her. “So, you’re not a groupie. What’s your story, Nina?”

A nervous laugh escaped her and she thought quickly. “Actually, I won the tickets and backstage passes from a radio station. I’d never heard of you guys before that.”

His mouth twitched and he smiled at her. “Damn. Well, that explains you being calmer than most of the people I run into. You didn’t bring anyone with you?”

“Nope. It was last minute and no one could go. I was curious enough to venture out on my own.”

He draped his arm over the back of the couch. More tattoos covered his ribcage; words in Latin that she couldn’t quite decipher. It had been years since she’d read anything in that language.

“Brave girl.”

She shrugged. “I’m a loner.”

“There’s definitely something different about you. For the record, I don’t bring groupies back to the bus but I had a feeling I could trust you.”

She turned toward him and tucked a leg underneath her. “Good to know. Where is everyone else? The rest of the band, I mean.”

“Party. I didn’t feel like going. Too tired. I’m the old man of the group.”

“You are not. You can’t be more than mid-twenties.” She knew he was thirty-three but he looked much younger; another sign against him being a meth-head.

The conversation shifted and he told her about growing up in a small town in Michigan and how he taught himself to play the guitar when he was twelve. Before she knew it, two hours had passed and she almost forgot why she was there.

He caught her off guard by being both interesting and intelligent, nothing like the image the media portrayed of him. Without warning, he leaned over and kissed her. Soft lips touching hers, his tongue gently sweeping over her teeth.

She touched his face and he rested his hand on her thigh. The kiss heated up fast and his hand traveled over her hip and along her ribcage to find her breast. He teased her nipple with his thumb and finger, squeezing it through her t-shirt.

She knew she shouldn’t be doing this but all rationale left her as her heartbeat accelerated and her pussy throbbed. It was like she stepped off a cliff and entered a freefall. There was no turning back now.

As he moved his tongue in her mouth, she imagined what else he was capable of doing. He pulled back and stood abruptly. “Be back in a second.”

Nina took a deep breath and blinked. “Okay.” She hoped he had a condom because she might die if he didn’t fuck her.

A light blue blanket was tucked under his arm when he returned. “Get up for a second.”

She stood and watched him fold the blanket in half and tuck it into the cushions. Taking advantage of the moment, she slipped her feet out of the horribly uncomfortable heels. Losing the four inches of height, she realized he was tall, over six feet.

He picked up a remote control and pressed a button. Soft music filtered into the bus and he smiled at her. “Wanna dance?”

She hadn’t seen that coming and just nodded. A little romance was a nice touch.

He pulled her close and splayed a hand across her back. They swayed slowly and he stared at her. “Take your hair down. The pigtails are cute but make me feel like a pervert.” He froze. “You’re over eighteen, right?”

Nina laughed. “Definitely. About ten years past eighteen.”

He exhaled loudly. “Thank God.”

She tugged the elastic bands out of her hair and shook her head, letting her blonde tresses fall where they may. “Better?”

He nodded and leaned down to kiss her again, his hands slid down her arms and moved to her waistband. He tugged at the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. He kneaded her breasts through her bra.

She wrapped her arms around his middle and pulled him closer. His obvious arousal pressed against her stomach and sent butterflies bouncing around her insides.

She couldn’t remember the last time someone affected her that way. She didn’t make a habit of jumping into bed with men, especially when she was supposed to be investigating them. There were no clues that would lead her to believe he was a criminal so she threw caution to the wind and let her body take over.

His fingers trailed over her back and unhooked her bra. The air conditioning blew down on her now naked breasts, stiffening further the already hard tips.

Blake circled his lips over her nipple and sucked softly while his hands busied the buttons on her jeans. In minutes, he had her stripped down to her panties and on her back on the velvety blanket.

He loomed over her, broad shoulders encasing her in his shadow as he rubbed her pussy over her panties. “Fuck. I want you. Now,” he growled into her ear.

“I want you, too.” Nina pulled at his jeans. “Take these off.”

He rose up on his knees and unfastened his pants and pushed them down over his hips.

She admired his cock, thick and long. Lifting her leg over his shoulder, he kissed her ankle and licked up her inner thigh. He worked her panties down her legs and tossed them aside before burying his face in her pussy.

Light licks swept over her clit and she arched her back, tangling her fingers in his hair. “Oh God. That feels so good. Don’t stop.”

He pushed two fingers inside her and rammed them deep and hard, over and over while he sucked her clit.

The pressure in her lower body increased and she pulled his hair, writhing beneath him. Heated pleasure flooded her body as her orgasm peaked. Her pussy clenched on his fingers and she moaned, her thighs squeezing his head.  

Blake moved up her body, stopping to minister to her breasts, sucking one nipple, then the other. “You’re so sweet. I love your taste.”

“I can’t move.” She heard the sound of a foil wrapper being torn open.

“You don’t have to.” He angled his body between her legs and nuzzled her neck. “I got this.” He lifted up to look in her eyes.

Her breathing accelerated. “Fuck me.”

“Whatever you want, baby.”

Her muscles still contracted as he pushed his cock inside her. The instant friction of the head stretching her open drew a gasp from her. He was bigger than she thought.

He laced his fingers with hers, holding her hands above her head. “Damn. So tight. So hot. So wet.” Moving slowly, he buried his cock inside her. “How do you like it? Tell me what you want.” He kissed her neck, dragging his teeth down to her shoulder.

“Hard. Fast.”

He grinned at her and pinned her wrists with one hand while using the other to lift her leg up. “Perfect.” He withdrew slowly before plunging back into her hard, hitting her end. He stared at her with those hypnotic eyes. “Your pussy feels so good.”

They found their rhythm, moving together like they’d fucked a hundred times before. Nina teetered on the edge of another orgasm. He let go of her wrists and slipped his hands under her to grip her shoulders. He pulled down on her as he bucked up into her.

She screamed and dug her nails into his back. His cock slid over her G-spot with every thrust. Her body seized and shuddered as she came harder than before. Bright spots of light overtook her vision and she clung to him, whimpering.

“Jesus Christ.” His mouth crushed down on hers and he groaned, his body jerking. He slammed his cock into her one last time and collapsed, breathing in gasps. “I could get addicted to you.”

She laughed. “I’m totally okay with that. There are worse things to be addicted to.”

Look for Melissa’s next short story on September 8, 2012!

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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