Front Man: The Complete Trilogy (11 page)

“Since you
mentioned Jack,” Erica said carefully, well aware that she was
on a sensitive subject, “have you heard anything from him at
all?”

“No,”
Sara said mournfully. She felt herself blush. His rejection felt so
humiliating. “But I mean, what did I expect? He’s a rock
star. I’m sure he has a different chick at every hotel. It’s
my own stupid fault for thinking I was special.”

“Shh, you are
special, dummy. He’s clearly just an idiot. I mean, he flew you
half way around the world, he must like you! I guess he just didn’t
know how to handle it. That’s men for you. The minute they get
close to something good, they freak out and screw the whole thing
up.”

“I don’t
see Matt screwing anything up. He seems pretty devoted.” Erica
and Matt had been dating almost six months now – it was the
longest Sara had seen her best friend stick with anyone.

“Aw, Matt’s
a big old softie. He looks after me. I guess I’ve always gone
for bad boys, but having someone who actually seems to care what I
think…well, it’s a nice change.”

“Good for
you. You deserve it,” Sara said, trying hard to make her smile
more convincing as she raised her glass to clink against Erica’s.

“Yours will
get here sweetie, I know it,” Erica said, taking a swig from
her glass. “In the meantime, drink up! There’s more where
this came from!”

A few hours, a lot
of wine, and one very bad movie later, the girls were sprawled on
the carpet, leafing through a stack of glossy magazines.

“Have you
seen what she’s wearing?” Erica squealed, pointing at a
very unflattering picture of a forty-something actress.

“ Oh my god,
seriously? That’s terrible, does she not even have a stylist?”
Sara giggled. Between the wine and the company, she was feeling
better than she had in ages. She flicked to the next page, and felt
her heart sink a little. It was a full length black and white shot
of, who else, Jack Carter, his tight t-shirt highlighting every
ripple of his toned torso. The article focused on his ongoing search
for his missing sister, and despite herself, Sara hung on every word.

“What’s
that? Let me see…oh. It’s him. Bummer.” Erica
slurred. “Wait, what’s that chick doing in the magazine?
I know her.” Erica pointed to the smaller picture, inset over
Jack’s image.

“Erica, you
don’t know her. That’s Jack’s sister, Laura. The
one who’s missing.”

“Bitch, she’s
not missing. I’m telling you, I saw her last week. I may not
be the smartest egg in the basket, but I never forget a face.”

Sara had to admit
the truth of that; Erica had an uncanny knack for recognizing people
she’d met only once, and putting names to faces. They’d
always joked she’d be the perfect witness to a crime.

“Erica…there’s
no way she’s still in town. I checked all the hostels, the
missing persons websites…” Sara trailed off,
embarrassed.

“Sorry, you
did what? You’ve been looking for this chick?”

“Ugh, okay,
try not to yell at me…I don’t know, I was curious. I
couldn’t get in touch with Jack, I kept thinking about how sad
he looked when he was talking about her. They grew up, like, five
miles from here. So I guess I started making a few inquiries.”

“What, you
thought you’d find his sister, Jack would take you back and
you’d all live happily ever after in a mansion somewhere?
Sorry, that sounded meaner out loud than in my head, it’s
just…that’s a pretty strange way to get over somebody.”

“I know. I
know it was dumb, I gave the whole thing up a couple of weeks back. I
suppose I thought , if he could just get her back, then he might not
be so screwed up about life. Maybe he’d be ready to give us a
shot. Besides, she was just a kid when she disappeared, god knows
where she ended up. She might need help.”

“Well I know
exactly where she ended up, and she could probably do with a ticket
out of there. She’s waiting tables at the Pussy Parlor.”

“That gross
old strip joint out at 47th? I thought they closed that place down?”

“Nah, some
new guy bought the place, jazzed it up. It’s actually pretty
swanky inside now…for one of those bars, anyway.”

“You’re
sure that’s the right girl? Those places are dark.”

“She served
us for like, three hours. She’s a little older now, I guess,
but…man, I’m so sure that’s her.”

“Erica, what
the hell were you even doing at a strip club?”

The normally
unflappable Erica blushed. “Um…well, Matt really wanted
to try it. Said his buddy takes his girlfriend all the time and it
really, you know, spices things up. I thought it sounded like fun. “

“And was it?”

“Hell yeah. I
was worried, thought it might be gross or full of really creepy guys
bothering the girls. But it’s all young guys in suits, big
groups of girls and couples. And the girls were awesome. The things
they can do with a pole…I mean, seriously, they must have
incredible thigh muscles. It was actually really hot.”

“I’ve
always wondered what that might be like.”

“Me too!
Until last week I mean. Man, this one chick, Destiny…she came
to our table for a private dance. She’s flirting with Matt,
grinding on him a bit, getting him all hot under the collar. Then
she comes over and straddles me. She’s wearing this tiny little
g-string, completely topless, and her breasts were just insane…if
those were fake, then I want to get myself a pair, you know. She’s
wiggling her ass and cupping her boobs in my face, and then she leans
over and whispers in my ear, “You can touch if you want. Those
rules are just for the boys.”

“Holy shit!
Did you?”

“Of course I
did. She was smokin’ hot…she grabbed my hands and put
them on her breasts, Matt’s eyes were practically popping out
of his head. She was all oiled up, I don’t know what they use
but it smells incredible. She was guiding my hands all over her, and
her skin was so soft, but she had such a tight body…man, it’s
getting me wet just thinking about it.”

“Erica!”

‘What? I get
horny when Matt’s away. I have needs. No offense, but you must
be feeling pretty needy yourself by now.”

Sara felt her
cheeks flame, but she nodded. It had only been three months, but it
felt like forever since she’d been touched. She had started
having increasingly erotic dreams, waking in the middle of the night
panting , her panties soaked with her own juices.

“Maybe we
should just go lesbian,” Erica giggled, “who needs men
anyway? Not when we have our battery operated friends.”

“Yeah, maybe
I should just give up waiting and get a vibrator.”

“What?!”
Erica shrieked, sitting up suddenly, “ you don’t own a
vibrator?”

“Never have,”
Sara admitted. “I always kinda wanted to try it, but I felt
weird buying one. I know you can order them online and stuff, but
then the postman might see it…”

“Oh Sara, you
are a crazy person. You seriously don’t know what you’re
missing. But today is your lucky day buddy, come on!” Erica got
to her feet, giggling and a little unsteady, and dragged Sara to her
bedroom. Holding on to her dresser for support, she rifled through
one of the drawers. Sara slumped down on Erica’s double bed,
feeling suddenly way too drunk. Erica soon joined her, triumphantly
brandishing a small, pink box.

“Here we go.
Matt bought me this for Valentine’s Day, but I already owned
the same model. He knows me so well! I never even took it out of the
box, so it’s yours if you want it.”

Sara examined the
vibrator through the cellophane window. It looked slightly
terrifying, covered in bumps and grooves, with a control panel that
boasted several different settings.

“Those little
bits sticking out are to stimulate your clitoris,” Erica
pointed out, “and boy oh boy does it do the trick. I don’t
think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.”

“Sounds
awesome…if I manage to switch the damn thing on. There’s
more buttons than on my computer.”

Eric rolled her
eyes playfully, and set about extricating the vibrator from it’s
packaging.

“So this
one’s the ON button,” she demonstrated, and the device
began to emit a low hum. She held it against Sara’s palm so she
could feel the vibrations. “Then there’s a bunch of
different settings. These buttons control the speed of the vibrations
on your clit. I like it on about a 7…feel how strong that is?”
Erica trailed the vibrator up Sara’s arm, the movement sending
shivers through her. It felt pretty good already, so she could only
imagine what it might do to her most sensitive places. “This
dial here moves the part that goes inside you. See how these little
balls rotate? That’s the bit that’s meant to hit your
g-spot.”

“I’m
not sure I have one of those.”

“Oh, you do
honey,” Erica said softly, “it’s just a question of
finding it. Man, I bet I could teach you a few things.”

Sara looked up into
her best friends eyes. Erica still had the vibrator in her hand, her
other arm looped around Sara’s waist. Their faces were inches
apart, and Sara could see the color in her friend’s cheeks and
hear the depth of her breathing. But it was still a shock when
Erica’s full, wine stained lips were lowered onto her own. Sara
couldn’t help but respond as Erica kissed her deeply, her soft
lips parting as she eased her tongue into her mouth. Sara had never
kissed another woman before. She had no idea it could feel this good.
They fell back onto the bed, Erica’s hands sliding under Sara’s
pajama top to gently stroke her breasts. Sara felt a rush of moisture
flood her pussy as her clitoris swelled, desperate to be touched.
Nervously, she began to return Erica’s caresses, rubbing the
hard points of her nipples through the fabric of her nightgown, until
Erica pulled it off and sat before her, naked except for her skimpy
lace panties. Erica took Sara’s hand and guided it to her
breasts, moaning softly as she squeezed the full orbs. They had seen
each other naked a hundred times before, but it had never felt like
this. Erica moved Sara’s hand lower, sliding it beneath her
underwear, and Sara gasped as she felt the wetness of her friend’s
shaved pussy. Her fingers slid over Erica’s clitoris, causing
her friend to moan with desire, and Sara rubbed it in slow, firm
circles, the way she herself liked it. With her other hand she
continued to stroke Erica’s nipples, intent now on giving her
friend as much pleasure as possible. Erica was groaning, grinding
against Sara’s fingers, her head thrown back, lost in the
pleasure of the moment. Gently, Sara slid her friend’s panties
down her thighs. Without stopping her ministrations, she moved her
other hand to the entrance of Erica’s wet pussy, and carefully
slid two fingers inside. Erica moaned deeply as Sara moved her
fingers inside her. “Oh shit, Sara, oh my god I’m gonna
come, don’t stop, oh please don’t stop.” Sara began
to thrust harder, until she felt her friend’s pussy spasm
around her fingers, and Erica moaned with satisfaction.

Barely pausing for
breath, Erica pushed Sara into the bed, sliding down her body leaving
a trail of kisses in her wake. Sara gasped as Erica slid her pajama
bottoms off, leaving her pussy exposed. Erica trailed her fingers up
Sara’s long legs, stroking the rubbery tip of the vibrator over
the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Reflexively, Sara opened her
legs wider. Her clitoris was throbbing and her pussy ached to be
filled. Erica let the vibrating ‘ears’ of the toy linger
on Sara’s pussy lips, and she felt a jolt of pleasure so
intense she cried aloud. Erica smiled, moving the toy closer to
Sara’s desperate clitoris. As the vibrations hit her most
sensitive spot, she was overcome by a wave of sensation. Then Erica
slid the toy gently between the slick lips of her pussy, stretching
her open until she was full to the hilt. Just when Sara thought she
couldn’t take any more, she felt something shift inside her as
Erica activated the rotating shaft. Erica kissed her friend deeply as
the toy worked its magic, gently pumping the shaft of the vibrator in
and out of Sara’s dripping pussy while her tongue toyed with
her friend’s nipples. “Oh god, Oh, Oh!” Sara cried
as a monumental orgasm ripped through her, making her whole body
convulse. She shook from head to toe as the pleasure rushed through
her, holding on to Erica as she rode the waves. Finally, they
subsided, leaving her relaxed. The two friends lay entwined for a
moment, sweaty and tingling, waiting for their breathing to return to
normal.

"Well, shit."
Erica said, and laughed breathily. Something about the absurdity of
the moment made Sara join in, and they both collapsed into giggles.

"So, we're
still friends, right?" Sara ventured, once she was able to
speak. 

"Unless you're
going to get all weird about it, then yeah, of course we are dummy!"
Erica retorted. 

"Good. That
was what I hoped you would say." 

Erica stood up,
stretched, and headed for the bathroom. Sara slipped back into her
pyjamas and padded down the hallway to her own bedroom. She was
wiping off her smudged makeup when Erica appeared in the doorway, now
wrapped in her fluffy pink bathrobe.

"You're going
to go looking for her, aren't you?" She said bluntly.

"Who?"

"That girl.
Jack's sister."

"Laura. I...I
don't know. Maybe."

"Sara..."

"Well, why
not? I know it's not going to make Jack fall madly in love with me or
anything stupid like that. But I know he's desperate to see her
again. And if I can help, well, why wouldn't I?"

"She's kept
away for all these years. I mean, Jack Carter's not exactly a hard
guy to pin down, just follow the paparazzi. Seems to me she doesn't
want to be found. Maybe there's more to the story than you know. I
mean, she must have seen all this stuff in the press. If she wanted
to get in touch, she would have."