As you make your way over to the bar
you considered the absurdity of your task for that evening. Your orders were to
seduce him – to get him interested. The plan was that once you’d gained his
trust he would open up – let vital information slip. It wouldn’t be the
first time you’d used your body in order to get want you wanted. But you close
your eyes and sigh… it was different this time. No matter how much you tried
to push the thought to the back of your mind you knew deep down that this time
was different. Most people only knew him as the lead singer of the Manics…
little did they know that by night he worked for the Government as a secret spy.
The thing was, you’d privately lusted over him most of your teenage life. Like
everyone else, you’d had your fantasies, and up until last week he was still
just a rock star in your mind. That was until you’d been told who he really
was… and what you were expected to do tonight. Before the shock had even
registered in your brain, you’d been told what to wear, what to say, and what
to do with him. The whole affair had been dealt with in such a matter of fact
way that the very sexual nature of the act that you were going to perform that
night (…because, you’d been informed, that’s the kind of thing he liked)
had become almost numb. It was as though you’d been programmed to be
physically close yet emotionally distant. But as the time grew nearer, when you
knew he would walk into the bar, your resolve to just do your job was weakening.
How could you not let yourself get close? How the hell had you got involved in
this kind of life? It couldn’t be healthy. You hadn’t even been told just
exactly why you had to go after him. That kind of information wasn’t for you
to worry about, you’d been told – you were just the whore-type-character who
had to f**k him. You’d never felt so degraded before. No other job had ever
made you feel this way. Why did it have to be him of all people? You thought
back to all the men you’d been ‘assigned’ to – most of whom whose faces
you couldn’t even remember. You tried to tell yourself that this was just your
job – that you shouldn’t feel guilty. But how could you bring yourself to
hurt someone who meant so much to you? Whether he knew that or not…
You’d just begun to silently argue
with yourself that this was just work and you were getting paid for it when you
spot him…
He walked into the bar and cast his eyes around the
room. He was wearing that tight white v-neck t-shirt and black combats - his
hair at that porn-star stage, clinging to the back of his neck. You watched him
reach into his pocket and pull out his fags, lighting one up. It was then that
he noticed you. This is it, you thought to yourself, work it, baby,
work it.
Slowly he made his way over to the
bar and, on ordering a Whiskey, he finally turned to speak to you. "Excuse
me, but is this stool taken?" he asks in that sexy Welsh accent, referring
to the empty bar stool directly next to you. Out of all the bars in all the
joints in the world, why did you have to walk into this one? you silently
thought to yourself, echoing your favourite film. You flash him your best
I-want-to-get-naked-with-you-as-soon-as-possible smile. Taking that as an
invitation, he sits down next to you – the smell of his aftershave already
driving you wild with desire. You begin to chat, as two strangers do when they
meet in a bar. "The name’s Bradfield… James Dean Bradfield", he
grins offering you his hand.
You give him a cheeky smile, "They call me Penny… Penny Foreplay".
Immediately his eyes light up. "Oh really? And why’s that?"
Playfully putting a finger to his lips you shush him, "Ah, that’s for me
to know and for you to find out, honey" you whisper seductively. Hooked, he
grins and orders you another drink. Hey, you think, you haven’t lost your
charm; and as the evening draws on it becomes obvious that you’re both
flirting with one another. Deliberately letting his leg brush your thigh every
now and then, his eyes burn into yours. It’s a warm evening so when he
suggests a walk to cool down you see your chance and are only too happy to
oblige.
Never letting on that you know who he is, you find
yourself down a dark, deserted street. You’re just in the middle of telling
him about your ‘imaginary’ job when he suddenly grabs you from around the
waist and pulls you to him. You can feel how hard he is through his trousers. A
moment later you catch your breath. "Shall we just stop f**king about and
get down to it?" he growls in your ear, seductively. Surprised, but
incredibly turned on at his directness, you push him back against a nearby wall.
"Ooh, I like a girl who’s not afraid of being dominant", he grins
before your lips are on his – the two of you kissing passionately. When he
goes to push you to your knees you don’t protest, remembering that this was,
apparently, the kind of thing he liked. Ripping his flies open you tease him by
licking the full length of his erect cock. Moaning, James looks down at you
before grabbing your hair and thrusting deep into your mouth. Jesus, you think,
this is what you’ve been dreaming about for years! Totally forgetting that
you’re not there for your own pleasure, you really start to give him the blowjob
of his life – letting him know just exactly why they call you Ms Foreplay.
Setting the pace James slowly starts to move his hips against your mouth.
Throwing his head back and closing his eyes you hear him murmur softly, "Aww
baby, harder…harder…" He’s quick to cum and a moment later he groans,
burning in your mouth. Almost immediately he pulls you back up to your feet, his
mouth on yours again, his hands in your hair. A second later and he’s spun you
round and is pushing you up against the wall, his hands dropping to your thighs
and edging your dress up. Shit, you think, this is going too fast. And as much
as you really don’t want to stop him, you gently push him away. "What’s
wrong, baby?" he whispers, cupping your face with his hands. You’re about
to tell him that you’re shy and want to take things slowly, but the fact that
you’ve just had him in your mouth doesn’t really support that notion.
Instead you make up some lame excuse and arrange to meet him another night.
Obviously disappointed James gives you that ‘little boy lost’ look of his
(…think Everything Must Go video when he looks straight into the camera). Your
legs feel weak. More than anything you just want him to throw you up against the
wall and take you right there and then, but you know it just isn’t part of the
‘master plan’. As you walk away from him, hailing a taxi, your heart is
pounding. You know damn well why you didn’t want it to go any further…and it
certainly had nothing to do with the ‘plan’. You didn’t want to get close
– it’s what you fear most in your line of work – it could be your ruin.
And as you climb into the back of the taxi you can’t help the tears that are
forming in your eyes…
But before you have a chance to meet up with him again,
all hell breaks lose. You’re told on the phone that Bradfield has apparently
uncovered a top-secret operation headed by the guy you’re working for – Dr.
Mark Sutherland
The risk that James will find out you’re involved is too great – you’re
immediately called to Sutherland’s office.
When you walk into his office a
meeting is already in progress. Various slides are been shown on an overhead
projector of Bradfield’s latest movements (…it now sounds as though he’s
dancing!) You’re told to take a seat and sit in silence. Surveillance shots of
James…leaving the studio, talking on his mobile, leaving his flat…looking
GORGEOUS! You have to control yourself. You know that if they notice your
reaction you’ll immediately be replaced, and the thought of never seeing him
again fills you with more fear than having to face him once again and resist the
temptation of being seduced. Damn it, you think, this is supposed to be the
other way round! Once the others leave, Sutherland turns his attention to you.
Informing you that Bradfield will be killed if he’s found anywhere near
Sutherland’s offices, you’re given your next instructions. Above all
you’re told to keep your mouth shut. In a daze you leave his office and make
your way to the multi-storey car park where you’ve parked. But as you approach
your car your stomach knots. A familiar figure is waiting for you…
James glares at you and immediately you know he’s
found out who you are. "Just part of the job the other night, was it?"
he spits. Your eyes fill with tears, and you don’t know why. "I suppose
you’re the whore they chose to seduce me", he continues.
"James…I promise you…it’s not like that…" you begin, but James
just throws you a filthy look and your voice trails into silence. Suddenly you
remember Sutherland’s threat. "James, you have to listen to me. You’re
in danger here…if they find you they’ll…" but you’re interrupted as
you feel his hand across your face. He’s slapped you. So shocked are you that
you stumble backwards. The look on James’ face is now one of absolute fury and
you’re not quite sure whether to be turned on or scared. "Who told you
who I am?" he yells at you, raising his fist. You can’t understand why
he’s so hurt. I mean, like he said, you’re nothing – you’re just the
slut who’ll do anything for money…right? But why then is James acting as
though you meant more to him than that – as though you’re someone really
close who’s betrayed his trust, his friendship? Before you can get your head
around it and make sense of it all something inside you suddenly snaps. Now
it’s time for you to be angry. He obviously uses women all the time –
groupies, etc. Damn it, he was just using you the other night in that
alley. Why the sudden double standards? Couldn’t you use men, too? Defiant,
you push him out of your way and go to open the car door. But James lunges
forward and slams it shut again, grabbing hold of your wrist. His face is
dangerously close to yours, his eyes burning into the back of your head.
Racing down the motorway (…why does that sound
soooooo English?) it becomes obvious that you’re being followed. "Why
didn’t you tell me?" James yells.
"I did!" you yell back, furious, "…But you interrupted me,
remember?" Ridiculous, you think to yourself, it’s now obvious that
you’re both attracted to each other and you’re still fighting!
"Reach into my jacket", James orders you. You
do as you’re told and find a small Magnum (???) gun. James sees the
astonishment on your face. "What did you think I’d carry if I was working
for the Government? My Les Paul?" he laughs rather sarcastically. You shoot
him a look that’s a mixture of hate and lust, to which he just grins, making
you wild with desire. "I’m gonna try and lose them…" he says,
"…hold on". With that he suddenly makes a sharp left (…on a
motorway? You can tell I don’t drive!), turning off the motorway and into a
dark and deserted lay-by. You watch as Sutherland’s cars race past you and
disappear from sight. You’ve lost them.
Immediately you seize your chance, coming to the
conclusion that James is probably safer without you. Snatching the door handle
you try and make your escape but James manages to grab hold of your shoulder and
pulls you back into your seat. As a last resort you lash out at him, hitting him
in the stomach and winding him for a few seconds – just long enough for you to
break free. It was the last thing you wanted to do but you know it’ll save him
in the long run. Running round the back of the car you think you’ve made it…
but then you suddenly run smack-bang into James, who has managed to crawl out of
the car. His face like thunder, he grabs hold of your arms. "What the f**k
are you doing?" he hisses. You struggle, somewhat unsuccessfully, as James
reaches into his jacket and whips out a pair of handcuffs (…yes, he’s Mary
Poppins! He has everything in that jacket of his!) Slapping them round your
wrists you make one final attempt to escape and kick him in the shins… Now he
really loses his temper.
"Right, that’s it", he growls, "I know
what’ll calm you down". And with that he forces you face-first down onto
the boot of the car, as he unzips his flies with one hand. Then, turning you
round and pushing you back onto the car boot, he pushes himself between your
legs. Your arms above your head, the more you struggle the tighter the handcuffs
become. You moan as you feel him burning between your thighs, the head of his
c--- teasing your clit. (And this is supposed to calm us down???) Leaning over
you, pushing harder against your sex, he breathes in your ear "I’m going
to make you beg for this". You try and push your hips further towards him,
dying to feel him deeper inside you, but he just tortures you and pulls his
pelvis away. You moan, desperate. "Tell me the other night was more than
you just doing your job and I’ll give you what you want", James whispers.
When you don’t answer he gently brushes his cock against your opening, making
you gasp. "You only have to say three little words…" he breathes
seductively. Just one more touch and you’re on the verge of exploding. It
suddenly becomes too much. "Yes, it was", you moan in his ear. At that
he thrusts inside you with such a force that you cry out – startled by the
sudden penetration. Arching your back, he pushes deeper and deeper inside you,
hitting every nerve. You bring your handcuffed arms down around his neck and
pull him even closer to you. His lips move from your neck down to your breasts.
A moment later and he’s pulled your dress down over your shoulders, exposing
your erect nipples. (Hey, you’re a Blonde girl – you don’t wear a bra!)
Taking one in his mouth he begins to brutally suck – almost to the point of it
being painful. But the pain just mixes with the pleasure and you feel your
orgasm building up. Thrusting into you harder, faster, and deeper every time,
his breathing quickens. And just when you think you can take no more, he cums
deep inside you as your own orgasm washes over your body. He collapses on top of
you, panting into your neck. When you both get your breath back he turns and
kisses you gently on the lips. "Did you mean what you said?" he
whispers, looking intensely into your eyes. But before you can answer you hear
the sound of screeching tyres and realise that Sutherland and his (Melody Maker)
gang have found you…
Still on top of you, James looks up
and spots Sutherland’s car racing towards you both. Quickly reaching for his
gun (…which one? Wink, wink, nudge, nudge!) he very calmly aims it at
the approaching car. Leaning over you, his neck close to your lips, his body
pressing against yours, James fires two shots. A moment later you hear the sound
of a car screeching to a halt and sirens. James climbs off you and you pull your
dress back into shape before turning round to see what’s happened. James had
managed to puncture Sutherland’s tyres, causing him to collide into a barrier
at the side of the road. A passing police car (…how very convenient) had seen
and, on the directions of James: 00Manic, License to shag, was now arresting
Sutherland and his crew. You breath a sigh of relief…
As the police car pulls away,
carrying Sutherland and his gang, James turns and walks back to you. Seeing the
relief on your face he grins and says, "You didn’t really answer my
question". Knowing in an instant that you’re forgiven, you smile and pull
James to you, kissing him. "Yes, it was more than just work", you
whisper. At that word James pulls you up off the boot of the car, where you’d
been sitting. "Where are you taking me?" you ask, suddenly worried.
"Home", he grins, and pushes you into the car.
(by Missy)
(Special thanks to Daria, Nan, Dj and Finn for inspiration; and Mona for finding a copy of this after I thought it was lost!)