PURR Chapter 4 - Sex~Kitten.net

“I’m goina get a shower and freshen up a bit. Make yourself at home, Marlboro Man. and fix yourself a drink.”

“Thanks Gracie, but you look just great as you are.”

“Yeah maybe, but I wanna get ready for dinner.”

“You go right ahead you’re the Boss.“

“Tone, get onto room service and get us a nice feed.”

Tone fixed himself a vodka and fresh orange with loads of ice. Then walked around the sumptuous penthouse, noting the luxury, excellence and atmosphere of the whole place. He flicked on the remote control for the CD player and the strains of “My, my, my said the spider to the fly” crept into the air.

“Well, how fucking ominous was that?” thought Tone.

Through the glass walls of the penthouse, he could see the Pittsburgh night skyline, the lights of the city below and over the Allegheny River, the boats, the traffic and the whole hustle bustle of the Steel City, but everything was silenced by the distant height of the penthouse. It was a kind of serenity above a whirling city of madness that never sleeps going on below.

He walked out onto the terrace and sat at the table overlooking the pool glad to take a few moments meditation and reflection on what was happening to him tonight. Considering Gracie and everything that was going on in his life at the moment, he was on a high if a little uneasy in the pit of his stomach. The shit he had left behind in Australia and the thought of what might be awaiting him in the UK haunted his thoughts and dreams. It would doubtlessly keep him awake at night if he didn’t drown it all every night with copious amounts of the evil spirit.

But his one ‘saving grace’ in all of this was music. He loved his music and loved being on stage performing. And what’s more, he was becoming besotted with Gracie Pasquale, the enigma, the image, and the whole fucking deal. He thought up until this moment that he was just another fan in a million that dreamt of spending one night with her. But he had that dream manifest right now.

She had just spent $30,000 to have him for the night. This was a crazy dream come true, but he would play along to see where it would lead. He was certainly intrigued.

His glass was empty and she had not returned. He got himself a refill, picked up the phone and ordered two steaks with salad and a very good Chardonnay and walked back onto the terrace’s evening air. Leant against the parapet staring into the Pittsburgh cool night sipping his drink he pondered his position with the living legend, Gracie Pasquale.

Hearing a noise behind him and turned just as Gracie walked between the glass sliding doors towards him. She looked absolutely stunning in her floor length navy blue silk kimono with a long stemmed white lily motif down one lapel. It was split on both sides, held with a long white silk sash. Her shapely legs were alluringly revealed as she walked towards him. He gazed at her delightful legs and found himself charmed by her delicate bare feet. Her thick dark hair cascaded down onto her shoulders framing her beautiful face and bright red lips, as inviting as any fallen angel, but this was no angel. This was Gracie Pasquale, rock star, superstar, and the most powerful female in the rock business today.

What did she want with Tone?

She approached him, raised her glass of champagne, “Cheers, Marlboro Man.”

“Here’s to you, boss. You sure are a beautiful woman, Gracie Pasquale.” He flattered, as his stomach fluttered.

Marlboro Man didn’t intimidate easily. He’d met stars before, could take all their bullshit and see right thru it, but Gracie was something else, he couldn’t figure her out. She had hooked him weeks ago and just kept him at her beck and call, knowing he was utterly smitten with her.

In spite of his infatuation, he was becoming tired of her cat and mouse game, her flirting and rebuffing. She had ripped his emotions apart, as was her norm. In all her years of touring, she had grown hard and had used countless men for her own sexual gratification then just cast them aside. A real siren, she thought they were all only after her money and fame.

However, this wasn’t the case with this Marlboro Man. Her money and fame didn’t impress him and besides, he had his own. He wanted to know the woman, what made her tick.

“Did you order dinner, Tone?” she asked.

“Yes, I got you steak and salad and ordered us a bottle of Chardonnay” he responded.

“That’ll do fine ‘my Marlboro Man’.”

“So how many ‘Marlboro Men’ have there been, Gracie?”

“Oh, I lost track ages ago,” she retorted.

He clinked her glass “Well, here’s to this one. What happens now?”

“What do you want to happen now?” she quizzed.

“Well, I ordered dinner that would be nice and to get to know you better and what you expect for $30,000,” he offered.

“Well the $30,000 isn’t an issue, that’s just part of the exercise, the game. It’s just so we can treat you guys like whores and keep control, so you know who is really running the show even on a sexual level with no gray areas. You got a problem with that!”

“Kinda, but it’ll keep till later.”

They both sat at the table looking out at the skyline view. He looked her full in the eyes and smiled suggestively, albeit unintentionally. The mood just struck him as ironic.

“So Marlboro, tell me about yourself. You’re not quite the run of the mill saxophone player, are you?”

“ Pretty average, I’d have to say,” he offered.

“Come on, you have an edge on most, if not Jake.”

“Nobody gets an edge on Jake. They just don’t come any better Gracie; he’s a natural, an inspiration. You just can’t learn to play like that; the guy is almost a fucking institution amongst blowers like me. He’s ‘Simply the best.’ Ask Tina."

“So why does he have you around then?”

“Well, we just bounce off each other jam and improvise on a nightly basis. The guy is so damn creative. I can just follow his lead and bounce it right back at him. Separately we’re good, together were better than ten others, were like brothers almost, so close yet so far apart. We can insult each other on a daily basis, no one can take my punches like Jake Coltrane and give back just as good.”

“You boys certainly have a good thing going on. All the girls can feel it behind them on stage.”

“What you trying to say, Gracie?” Marlboro Man smirked.

“And your sounds are good too,” she added with a wry smile.

Tone loved her air of natural confidence, earthy humor and assertiveness, yet he felt that underneath that tough facade was a real woman, someone that needed love and affection. Everyone needs a little tenderness, someone to watch over them, just as he did. He also noticed that she seemed more hyper than before she went into the bathroom, and figured that out for himself. “When’d you last get some natural sleep, girl?” he asked.

“Is that an offer to take me to bed, or do I just look tired? No one ever tried that line on me before.” she replied.

“No it wasn’t, it was just an innocent question and no you don’t look tired. You look stunning, but you sounded a little worn out earlier.”

Just then a bell rang as the service elevator arrived. Gracie pushed the remote and the doors slid open. The waiter wheeled the trolley over and laid out their table, lit the two candle sticks, served dinner, set down the ice bucket, opened the wine and disappeared back into the elevator.

Marlboro Man was quite bemused at the situation. Surely she didn’t just want him for a dinner companion. However, it was making a nice civilized change and who better for him to have as a host? She was a highly intelligent woman and interesting company. Tonight he felt comfortable with her for the first time, and it was a nice feeling.

“So Marlboro, tell me about yourself, where you’re from and how’d you know Jake? What are your musical influences,” her eyes burnt into his as she added, “and your sexual preferences?”

“Well, that’s an awful lot of information over just dinner, Gracie.”

“But we have all night, remember, and I want to know all about you, what that smartarse tough veneer is hiding, Marlboro, cause you ain’t fooling me.”

“Well I suppose you paid for the privilege, Boss,” he said sipping his wine. His cheeky grin widened at the thought of where to begin.

“You can drop the “boss” shit, Gracie will do just fine.”

They carried on with dinner for a while and nothing more was said until she finally broke the silence. “So were you born, in Australia?”

“What part?” she enquired.

“All of me,” he quipped.

“Still the fucking smartarse Marlboro Man, eh!” she giggled.

He felt good that he’d made her laugh, as she seemed to have a bit of sadness, or maybe weariness about her. She was relaxing in his company. He hadn’t made a move on her or tried anything other than to make her laugh and she liked that.

They made small talk over dinner. He told her he had been born in London in a place called Offord Rd, Kings Cross. She thought it sounded grand, regal even.

He assured her it was far from that and if she were interested he would take her around London when the tour hit Wembley.

She said that she would like that. “So how’d you get into the music business and learn to play a horn like you do.”

He told her how his music life started out drumming in smoky pubs and clubs around London backing his father, a hard drinking piano player, who had been a submariner and escaped a watery grave with only seven other crewmembers. How his old man had a natural ear for music and could raise a tune from almost any instrument after messing around with it for just short while. He reckoned he had gotten the gift of music and more than a few bad habits from his old man, a real misspent youth. How the saxophone and he discovered each other in a correctional facility for young offenders on the south coast of England.

Gracie listened in fascination as he rolled one story into another and they drank on into the night. Tone related to her and explained how he had landed in trouble with the law and how now the rest was just history.

“Hold on Marlboro, you left out about twenty years of history.”

“That’s as far as I go tonight Gracie, before I get too emotional. Some other time, eh!”

She could see he was becoming upset as he looked away, bit his lips and rolled his ring around his finger. He got up, recharged their glasses and walked alone to the parapet of the terrace looking over Pittsburgh. Tone composed himself, but not without a tear shed for that old guy, that old survivor that had meant so much to him.

Suddenly an arm was across his shoulder as she stood beside him. He turned and they kissed for the first time with a passion he’d only felt once in his life before, but that was another story.

She had seen another layer of her Marlboro Man as he held her shoulders so tight it hurt. As they looked into each other’s eyes, they saw a sadness and loneliness living there. The next kiss was a much needed passionate, unstoppable embrace as fire met fire.

She was everything a man could desire. Intelligent, talented, beautiful, worldly wise and ferocious even.

He was a diamond in the rough that had been around, could play a mean horn, and could drink the band under the table, very little else. He had plenty of wealth but had lost almost everything of value in his life, but tonight this partnership crafted in her ‘Hellfire Club’ had ignited into flames of need. Tonight, they wanted each other for passion, sex, and tenderness and something to hold on to, something that had been missing in their lives in the last few years.

They kissed once more.

“Lets go inside,” she whispered.

The mesmerized Marlboro Man followed her across the suite to the bedroom. As she crossed the floor, she dimmed the lights right down and turned on the music.

He followed her onto the bed and lay beside her. Slowly she unbuttoned his shirt and stroked his heaving chest as his breath quickened at her touch. He held her close as they listened to the music together, caressed and lay quiet for some time.

Tonight they would take ‘A Walk on the Wild Side’ and he would “Kiss Her All Over” and over again! He stroked her hair and her face, pulled the sash and spread open her kimono. She was completely naked beneath. Gently, he touched her body sliding his fingers all over her, followed by his lips, the palm of his hands gently grazing her stiff nipples. She felt the gentle nibble, then his caresses carried on across her stomach his tongue entering and teasing her naval, onto her thighs and down to her toes. He took his time and relished every inch and every crevice, making her moan and shiver with delight. It had been a while since a man had treated her this way or maybe it had been a while since she allowed one to.

She felt relaxed and safe. His tender manner was not at all what she had expected of this brash, flash musician. Surprised by his sensitivity and sensual attention to her body, her ranting, comedic, saxophonist had now almost become her puppy.

Suddenly, his breath was on her pubic mound. She slowly spread her legs wide, sighed and allowed his tongue to enter her, his fingertips and mouthpiece to play his sweet music as for the next hour he gently blew her to heaven and back. Her orgasm came slowly, he held her on the edge for what seemed an eternity of ecstasy. She made the sweetest sounding profanities as she shuddered and rolled about on the luxurious bed, grasping his hair as she met her heavenly crescendo.

He looked deep into her eyes his hand cupped her pussy, their lips met again and her head snuggled into his shoulder. Her Marlboro Man caressed and touched her body and held her until she fell into deep sound sleep in his arms. They did not consummate the relationship. He felt the time was not right. The charisma of Gracie Pasquale was overwhelming on their first real clinch.

In the dawning of the early hours of morning, he slipped his arm from under her, kissed her lightly on the lips and covered her with the quilt, reclaimed his shirt and made his way quietly back down to his suite.

She had gotten what helped her make it through the night. Though Tone still needed what it took to get him through his, he felt so much better so much calmer after this night with Gracie. He drank away his demons until he fell into a deep unnatural sleep.

When she woke in the afternoon, in addition to realizing her Marlboro Man was missing she saw the $30,000 on the pillow and a note:

Hope you slept well. You looked like you did. Whatever gets you through the night, it‘s alright. Thanks for what we shared, but you don‘t own ME.

Love
Tone.