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I had to admit this was the thinnest and sexiest I had looked in fifteen years. Phoebe added red hair extensions to the bottom part of my hair and then she spiral curled all of it together and let it hang long. Eve did my makeup. It was dramatic but not Goth. I had dark sexy eyes going on. I wished I had looked this good going to Roman’s concert in the summer and then those thoughts caused my heart to sink. It was a weird feeling. The kidnapping, the joy of meeting and falling in love with Roman, and the horror of the rapes. We were still working it out in therapy. I lit a cigarette to calm myself.

Dennis looked at me and said, “I feel like you are going throw down your cigarette and stomp on it and call me stud.”

Phoebe and I busted out laughing.

“Why would Beth do that to your carpet?” Eve asked and Dennis looked at Phoebe with a “what the hell” look.

“Dennis, Eve doesn’t watch TV. I am sure she has never seen Grease,” Phoebe explained.

“You’ve never seen Grease?” Dennis asked.

Eve looked lost.

“So I look Sandy good?” I asked Dennis.

“I know Roman will probably act as silly as Danny did when he saw Sandy at the carnival.”

Phoebe high fived me.

“Dennis, you’re cool as shit with your vintage Led Zeppelin tee and your torn jeans.” I told him.

“I know. I dress everyone well!” Phoebe put her arm around her hubby and he turned and kissed her. Dennis might have complimented me, but his eyes were only on Phoebe. And that was why I liked Dennis. He truly loved his wife.

“Is Seth meeting us here?”

“He texted. He’s running late and will meet us at your house. Don’t worry. I texted him the directions.”

“He knows that Tommy will have to taxi him home just like everyone else. You can bring him to his car the next day.”

Eve nodded.

I’d made it clear to everyone that no one was driving home. We were getting trashed and everyone was going to be safe. Roman hired Tommy, one of the roadies, to drive everyone home from our house.

“Let’s go hookers,” Phoebe called. We all got into the SUVs with the bodyguards, and we rode to my home.



Chapter 41 – Roman



The doorbell rang again for the fourth time. This time it was Beth and her crew. Phoebe was at the front of the party. I guessed Phoebe wanted to make an entrance and that she did. They all looked great, but Beth was in the back and I couldn’t see her. She was shorter than everyone else. I invited them in and then I got a good look at her.

Holy f*ck!

Beth looked f*cking hot. Trashy hot! I was torn on how I felt about it. I wanted to run up the stairs with her and bend her over the couch and f*ck her for hours. On the other hand, I wanted to go get one of her Phantom T-shirts and put it over her biker shirt. Was that her bra showing? Beth’s tits were showing. Not since the first night I met her had I seen her with cleavage showing. I didn’t like it. I did like it, but I didn’t want Berg to see them, much less Jenson and Paul.

She walked by me to enter the house and her hand grazed my dick, which was already partially hard, thanks to her tits popping out everywhere. I saw them at home all the time, but it was different with this outfit.

Nope. I don’t like it.

I was about to tell her we were going upstairs and find her another shirt to go over that bra or was it a corset? I was staring like a f*cking teenager. I was acting as though I had never seen her tits before.

“Hey, rock star. I can show you a good time.” She kissed me, just a brush of the lips.

Was she playing hard to get or did she not want to mess up her lipstick? Maybe I could get her alone and get her to give me head. Shit, I remembered I was wearing leather pants. My nuts would be sweaty and would stink to high hell. Normally, I wouldn’t give a shit and neither would the chick. But this was Beth, my wife, and she deserved better than sweaty balls.





Chapter 42 - Beth


“Hey, babe, is Rhage upstairs?”

“Uh, I’m not sure. Why don’t you go check?”

I ran up the stairs to our den. I spotted Rhage on the sofa. He meowed, saying, “Come hold me, Mommy, or hey bitch, where’s my cat food?” It was difficult to tell what his mewling meant for sure. I loved kittens!

I felt Roman come up behind me. He pressed his erection against me. I smiled because that was the reason I had dressed like this. I wanted to turn him on even though there were models in our house.

He led me over to the couch and bent me over. He fumbled with my jeans.

Shit!

I was wearing Spanks! He couldn’t see that shit. He’d probably never even heard of Spanks, and I wasn’t going to be the person to teach him. That would be beyond humiliating.

Not going to happen!

I quickly turned around to face him. I needed to avert his attention.

“Like what you see, rock star?” I knew he loved to role play, and it turned out I was a pretty good actress.

“Yes! Shit, baby, I need to f*ck you!”

I unzipped his leather pants, and I dropped onto my knees. He bent to pull me up.

What the hell, this has never happened...

Roman liked his head. I was a little dumbfounded. He stuck his tongue into my mouth and assaulted it. It was f*cking hot.

“Baby, you don’t want me to give you head?” I asked.