Rock Hard Love(17)

The men couldn’t keep their eyes off of me but when I told them Battery’s demands, they stopped staring at my body. For three hours, we went back and forth. I gave a little, taking some liberties I hoped James and the band wouldn’t mind, but I got what they wanted and more. I knew enough from reading the files, the meeting minutes and looking over the old contract to feel confident in what I’d given up to get what James wanted. I hoped he'd agree.

Back at the office, I found the draft contract waiting in my email as well as my name on my door. I printed out the contract and tucked it into my briefcase, printed out my boarding pass and as I left, I peeked into Peter’s office.

“What are you doing, Simone?” he asked and I knew he was referring to my new office.

“Possibly going down in a ball of fire,” I said and Peter smiled.

“I taught you well, you’ll do OK,” he said.

“If not, at least I’ll have a nice office for a few days,” I replied.

“If it pisses off Victoria, then I’m fully supportive,” he said.

“Thanks, I have a plane to catch. I’ll see you when I get back,” I told him. I wanted to tell him everything, but I didn’t have time and I wasn’t sure that was the best plan. Peter was a good guy and I knew he was on my side, but the less he knew, the less chance he’d get in trouble if this all went south and there was a good chance it all might. Victoria could take offense at my presumptuousness or she could get angry that I had gone in the opposite direction dealing with the record company. In either case, she could make my life a living hell. I got the feeling she couldn’t fire me, probably because she couldn’t afford to lose the Battery account, but honestly, she could do much worse.





~8~



The next morning, Saturday, I awoke in San Francisco with a plan. It wasn’t hard to figure out where Battery was playing. The Saturday night show was all the buzz in San Francisco. Battery rarely did small venues outside of Southern California and so it was all over the papers and local news. Getting in to the show, on the other hand, was going to be harder. I decided just to go to the source. James mentioned a friend owned the club so I went there and talked to the owner, using my new title and the agency as leverage. It took a little while and some verification on his part but he was finally satisfied I wasn’t just some imaginative fan trying to get in the back door, so to speak.

With several hours before the show, I decided to go shopping to buy something more appropriate for a rock concert than my normal office attire or the workout clothes I lounged around in at home. It wasn’t hard to pick out a nice outfit, something I hoped James would enjoy, and I was still able to go for a run before it was time to get ready. I used to work out a lot more before I began working at Roland but since I was hired, free time was a luxury I rarely enjoyed. Still I kept myself trim and fit, eating well most of the time and going to the gym or for a run when I could.

After my run and a shower, I spent a little extra time on my hair and makeup. I was going to a club after all and I wanted to look the part. I applied my makeup, usually just lip-gloss and mascara, maybe a little eye shadow, heavier, especially around my eyes. I didn’t do anything special with my hair, but I still made sure it was just so. After I finished in the hotel bathroom, I slipped into my new outfit. A tight, fitted, long-sleeve, t-shirt sporting Battery’s logo, bold lettering with a lightning bolt underneath, a short pleather skirt, much shorter than anything I wore to work, a real leather jacket, short with lots of buckles and zippers, and finally the black fishnets thigh highs and black, spike-heeled ankle boots. Under it all was just my normal bra and thong panties but in black, of course.

I guess I looked the part of some heavy metal diva, but what did I know? I did look cute, however, and I hoped James would think so too. One last once over and I was satisfied. Downstairs I went to hail a cab to go see my one and only client perform and surprise him after the show. Exactly what that surprise would entail, I wasn’t sure. Part of me was ready, more than ready, to beg James to take me to bed. Another part of me was scared to death. I’d accepted the fact that even though he wasn’t my usual type, my usual type was pretty boring compared to James. Nevertheless, was I ready for the intensity of a night with James?

The problem was that he had a lot more experience than I did and I was scared of how being with him would make me feel. Could I live up to his expectations, was I really sexy enough for a man that could have any woman he wanted and could I handle the way it would make me feel? I’d had real honest-to-goodness sex only a few times and frankly, it sucked. I didn’t know it then, but now with something to compare my previous experiences to they were rather disappointing. James had shown me there was so much more than my limited experience had taught me, but could I handle it? Could I jump in the deep end and tread water or would I drown? To make it all worse was James’ promise. He told me he was going to come inside me, something that scared the hell out of me but also made my pussy wet just thinking about.