were tender and throbbing. He rubbed back and
forth, increasing the pressure as needed. Jessica felt her knees starting to
bend, gently rocking herself against Slader’s touch.
“Yes,” Slader whispered. “That’s
what I want to feel. Yes. Do it. Come.”
Jessica then saw the emails flash
through her mind. She heard the words of her boss. Her legs straightened and
closed against Slader’s hand.
“I can’t,” she whispered.
“Slader... I can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can,” Slader growled. “Do
you know who I am?”
“I know. I’m here for a reason...”
“We all are,” Slader said. “To
die.”
Jessica’s body started to shake.
Everything shook. Right and wrong. Fear and needs. Wants and desires. She
squeezed her legs tighter.
Was she going to reject him?
Was she going to reject the sexiest
rockstar on the planet?
Was she going to reject the hottest
man that dared to touch her?
Jessica closed her eyes and backed
up into Slader. She pushed at him, feeling his resistance.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this
to me,” Slader whispered. “My heart... again...”
Jessica looked back at the
rockstar.
Again?
Jessica had never met Slader
before. Her fantasies and conversations came in the form of posters, pictures,
and erotic thoughts late at night.
Slader took his hands from her body
and stepped back.
“You leave me no choice, Jessica,”
Slader said.
Jessica stiffened.
No
choice?
“What does that mean?”
“That means one thing,” Slader
said. “I’m going to have another show here tomorrow night. And the next night.
And the next night. Until you come back to me. Where you belong.”
Jessica grabbed her bag. As she
bent, she felt the pull of her panties. The wetness was so intense that Jessica
bit her lip, seeking relief. She could get relief. Easily.
From Slader.
He wanted to touch her.
Why not?
Why not indulge? Give in? Enjoy?
Jessica couldn’t figure out why and
wouldn’t until she was home an hour later. She sat on the edge of her bed,
still shaking. She was glad Carrie and John were gone to the movies. The
feelings racing through her were too much to handle at once... but that’s when
it came to her.
His
eyes.
It was Slader’s eyes.
They weren’t the eyes of a rockstar
looking for someone to hookup with. They were the eyes of a rockstar - a man -
who wanted to dominate Jessica. Who wanted to touch her, hold her. If she went
into his arms, there would be more meaning... more than she was willing to
chance at that moment.
But there was always tomorrow.
Or
the next night.
Or
the next night.
She
flees. In despair. I love her. Without care. I smell her. I touch her hair.
Does she even know... I’m right there?
.4.
Slader took the stage and looked
out to the crowd. To his crowd. But all he could see was one person.
The one that had changed
everything. Then and now and everything in between. He stood at the mic for
five minutes, the band behind him playing the same opening notes of an Ashes in
Vain song. An upbeat song with a catchy drumbeat, great guitar, and a sound
loud enough to wake anyone that dared to daze off in the crowd.
The crowd cheered and screamed,
waiting for Slader to sing something. To say something. To do... anything.
He put his hands out and stopped
the show.
The guitars came to a halt, a
little feedback screamed but was quickly killed off. Tension mounted instantly.
The crowd before Slader calmed. He looked out to them, staring in each of their
eyes.
“She’s the one who took me away,”
Slader whispered. “The one who created forever. She slipped between my fingers.
Like dust... like ashes...”
Slader put his head back and
wiggled his fingers.
He wanted the crowd to speak to
him.
Speak
to me... speak to me, you fucking people... speak...
Those who knew Alex Slader - the
front man of Ashes in Vain - knew what to do. They began to chant and sing in vain! In vain! finishing Slader’s
sentence. When the crowd grew