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The next night came and I was very nervous. It was like I was anticipating that everyone at the show would know what he had done. I got dressed, curled my hair, and put on waterproof mascara in case I couldn’t hold back the tears of humiliation. I knew that bitch Sheila was already spreading rumors about me and now I knew those rumors were true. I didn’t think I would last the night.

I walked into the show late. I didn’t want to be there longer than I had too. They were already playing. I watched as the entire front row of the audience of girls fawned over them. I tried not to be jealous, but I couldn’t help it.  Song after song my heart felt like it was going out to my boyfriend and Ashton. I wanted Ashton to sing to me privately. I wanted to be the only girl standing in front of him and Lane listening to his sweet voice. I had to get over it. I stood in the side of the stage with our close friends and the band manager and staff. I closed my eyes and listened. With my eyes closed I could pretend that I was the only person there. I could pretend that I was watching them at band practice like I always did. I took out my camera and did my duty and took performance photos. It was good to get my mind of all the gossip around me and I really needed to focus. In a low light setting photography is a lot harder and takes more time and care to get the right live action shots. I was grateful for the work to keep my occupied.

An hour later they were done playing. That was when I started to get looks and heard whispers from girls. I saw Sheila from across the room pointing at me and laughing with other girls. I knew I couldn’t take much of this. I needed to get away.

Everyone went off to his or her separate cliques. I went backstage with, the press rep to let Lane know I was leaving. I couldn’t find him and I really didn’t feel the need to find Lane and tell him, but he found me anyway.

“Hey, there you are,” he said as he kissed my cheek.

“Hey,” I replied with very little enthusiasm. He gave me a weird look. I knew why immediately. It was because my vibe had changed. I was nervous and I had a vibe of expecting something bad to happen. This was not off to a good start.

“You all right?” he asked.

“Oh yeah, I think it’s just a headache. I was about to leave actually.”

“No don’t go yet. Stick around. I haven’t seen you. I just need to pack up my stuff then we can hang out or leave together?”

“Okay, I’ll stay.” I said. “But I’m going to stay back here until you’re ready.

“Cool,” he said as he walked away.

I watched him pack up his amps and guitar while one girl after another came up to him to swoon about how good they sounded. It was hard to watch. After a few minutes Ashton walked over to me with his guitar in his hand and said, “I’ve got to put this in my car. Do you want to walk with me?”

“Sure,” I said standing up from the couch.

“Good make yourself useful,” he winked and handed me a bag of cords.

I laughed, and then heard a voice say,

“Ashton, come dance with me?”

It was Sheila and she had grabbed Ashton’s hand and was leading him away from me. He gave me this look that said, “Save me.” He stopped her and said,

“Maybe later I have to put my gear in my car,” he said as he gracefully pulled away from her. She turned pouting at his refusal and gave me a dirty look. Then he came back to my side.

I tried to keep myself from smiling the biggest smile. I acted casually as he motioned with his head for me to follow him out.

We walked out of the show and into the parking lot. I handed him the cords as he put them in his backseat. Then he closed the door and leaned against the car. He looked at me and said, “So what’s going on? You’re not yourself.”

He caught me off guard. I didn’t know it was that noticeable. The way he asked me though was what really caught me. His voice was soft and sweet as though he was nurturing an injured animal. He had never talked to me that way before. I felt flushed and excited all at once. I finally just said, “No, I’m fine.”

Ashton wasn’t going to let me off that easy, “Come on Shannon just tell me.”

I sighed. I wanted to tell him badly. “No really I’m fine. Let’s just go back inside,”

“Actually I’m ready to leave. I was going to take this stuff back to the house. It’s not a good idea to leave it out here.”

“Oh, I see,” I said.

“Want to come with me?” he asked.

“Yeah, I can’t do that,” I replied.

“No?”

“Look I’m just feeling really worried that all of our friends know what we did. Do they know?”

He laughed, “Of course not. No one needs to know that stuff but me you and Lane.”

Just then Lane came out from the stage door.

“I was looking for you guys. Are we ready to go? Coming to our place?” he said to Ashton.

Ashton smiled and said, “Absolutely.”

We got in the car and drove back to our house. I was silent the whole way, which was very unusual for me. For the most part I usually talked and talked about everything.

I could feel Lane looking over at me. I pretended that I didn’t notice and stared straight ahead.

“I won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with Shannon. So you don’t have to do this anymore. I just enjoy it and think it’s fun.”

“You do? I do too, it’s just that I feel guilty. I’m your girlfriend.”

“Yes, you’re mine and I’m secure in that. You are mine. This is just sex. It feels good.”

I smiled at him. I felt so much relief. “Okay, then I’m okay with it too.”

He laughed a little under his breath. I could tell that he was laughing at me and I felt stupid. We arrived at our house and he finished putting his things away and then asked, “Want to listen to some records?”

“Sure,” I answered.

A few minutes later Ashton arrived. He came up to me and kissed me directly. It was amazing. It was like I had two boyfriends.  I was in awe of our little secret. He squeezed my ass. He looked at Lane who nodded at him. Ashton picked me up and carried me into the room. I looked at Lane.

“I’ll be in later,” he said.

I couldn’t believe it. They were going to take turns. Ashton placed me on the bed and I ripped off all my clothes. I was ready for this. He took of his clothes and his hair was still wet and sweaty from the performance. He grabbed a few of my boyfriend’s ties from the closet. He told me to lay spread eagle on the bed. I did as I was told. He tied my wrists and ankles to the bedpost. I wanted to have an orgasm right then and there. This was beyond hot. He climbed on top of me and fucked me hard.  There was no foreplay he just went straight to it.  He fucked me harder and faster pounding away at me until we both climaxed. Then he got up and left the room. A minute later my boyfriend came in. He moaned at the sight of me spread eagle on the bed. He massaged his cock. Then he tore off his clothes. He positioned himself on the bed between my legs. He pushed his cock inside me and then kissed me and said, “Is this okay? You are comfortable? I just want to make sure.”

“Yes. I like this a lot. Don’t worry I would speak up if I didn’t,” I laughed.

“Of course you would. I love you Shannon.”

“I love you Lane.”

Then he fucked me. First he did it slowly, and then harder and harder until I had another orgasm. I was so sensitive from my orgasm that when Lane moved his cock in me I had to tell him to stop just for a few seconds until I could handle it again because it felt ticklish.

From that day forward Ashton, Lane, and I were like a couple of animals. We fucked constantly. When they went on tour I went with them. It was harder to keep it a secret from everyone, but it was fun to sneak around. We fucked on the tour bus and in the hotel rooms. It was the most sexually exhilarating experience. It gave me confidence and made me feel like the sexiest woman on the face of the planet. It had taught me not to doubt myself, and it had taught me not to hide my feelings. Our bond was strong and unbreakable. From then on every time I watched the band play I felt secure with love in my heart, knowing that these two men were mine, and I was theirs.

THE END

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I sat there on the steps of the New York Stock Exchange building surrounded by people sitting or standing on the steps of the iconic building on Wall Street. Most of them were eating from street vendors and most of them were in suits. I placed the delicious smelling hot dog in my mouth ready to take a bite, but I felt a chill run up my spine. I looked over and saw him. He stood still and stared at me. His green eyes seemed like they were glowing. I froze mid-bite. The man wore a tight dark grey suit that was fitted against his hot fit body. His dark locks were curly and unruly like a beast. The stubble that covered his face was trimmed but still looked rugged. I felt like prey as he stared at me, then he started walking over.

I had not been in New York very long. I had only just moved here into an apartment that overlooked Central Park. It was the perfect location because it was next to my new job at the American Museum of Natural History in New York where I was working on a dire wolf exhibit. I was a working paleontologist that traveled a lot, but it was nice to set some roots down in a new city and stay there for a couple of years. I only had made one friend while I had been here and that was the museum gift shop girl named Joan. She did her best to show me around, and it was her idea for me to come to this specific hot dog vendor outside the Stock Exchange building. She said it was the best New York style hot dogs and that I had to try them out. However, looking around I think it was her way of getting me to go where all the powerful men were because she was so astonished that I had not had a boyfriend in two years.

“Madeline, you must make time to take care of yourself. Find a boyfriend! You deserve love,” she said to me the first time we had a girl brunch and spa day.

She was right of course. I had spent so much time on my career that I had not paid attention to love or even a casual fling for so long. It was starting to weigh on me now that I was in one place, as traveling used to be a good distraction.

So on this Thursday I took her advice to get away from the museum for a while and go out into the world. I made it a point to go to Wall Street to have that famous hot dog for lunch before going to the museum for a late start to my workday. I got dressed up a little bit, as I was usually in jeans and a button up plaid shirt for work. It was something I always wore when going out on a dig and I was used to dressing that way, however since I was in the museum I could dress like a girl again.

I brushed my shoulder length dark curly hair. My skin was pale, unusual for a girl that was always in the sun, but I protected it with sunscreen and hats. I was petite at only five foot four inches tall, so I wore black boots with a nice thick heel to feel a little taller. They laced all the way up the front and reached just below my knee. They resembled riding boots, only a little bit higher. I put lots of mascara and eyeliner on around my light brown eyes and wore red lipstick. I looked quite nice, I thought to myself.

I took a cab to the Stock Exchange and found the exact street vendor that Joan had talked about. There were many in the area.

I bought a piping hot cup of coffee and the hot dog. I sat on the steps enjoying the street meal. The hot dog was messy and I ate it slowly to keep from spilling and I licked the extra sauces off my fingers. I was really enjoying it.

That’s when it happened. There I was in locked eyes with the mysterious gorgeous man with a hot dog in my mouth.

His eyes were almost piercing through me. They were green and he narrowed them as he looked at me up and down. He was slow and calculated as he walked over to me. I still held a large hot dog in my hand, and I was still frozen. I felt like prey to a tiger, or a wolf.

“Are you enjoying that?” he asked.

“Yes.” I said uncomfortably knowing all to well what he meant. I did have a phallic item in my mouth after all.

He gestured at the empty space beside me, “May I?”

“Sure.”

“That hot dog must be delicious, the way you were eating it. Like you were really enjoying it,” he said.

“You watched me?”

His face lit up with a big smile, and then he laughed a little.

“I really couldn’t help myself, and those boots. Very sexy.”

I was stunned. This guy was obviously naughty and just put it all right up front.  No beating around the bush.

“Are all New Yorkers like you? Complete honesty? You just blurt out what you’re thinking?”

“How long are you visiting?” he said avoiding answering my question.

“I’m not visiting, but I did just moved here a week ago.”

“I see. How has it been so far? What have you seen?” he asked.

“So far nothing really, but I’m hopeful. I work at the museum so I’m very busy.”

“Which one? The Met?”

“No, the American Museum of Natural History.”

“You need someone to show you around?”

“Is that a question or an offer?” I asked, confident that I can play this game of words too.

There was a long pause. I stared at him. Looking into his sparkling green eyes and at his full lips. I already wanted to lean in and kiss him. I steadied myself, what was wrong with me? I shouldn’t be thinking of that already. He had that affect on me, however.

“It’s an offer.”

“Okay than I accept. I’m Madeline.”

“Ulrick.” He reached his hand out to shake mine.

“That’s an unusual name,” I said.

“Yes, it’s old. Very old.”

“Yeah, it’s Norse, meaning power of wolf,” I said as I looked off in the distance searching my brain for that knowledgeable information.

His smile faded from his face and he looked like he had just seen a ghost.

“How do you know that?” his voice was stern. It made me feel uncomfortable.

“I’m a paleontologist. I study dire wolves.”

Suddenly his solemn face shifted into a brilliant smile. It was hypnotic to look at.

“In fact I have to get to work now. I took the morning off.”

“Please let me escort you back. I have a car,” he said pointing to a dark town car with a chauffeur standing beside it.

“You have a driver?” I said arching my brows.

“Shall we go then? He asked in a way that was more of a command.

He stood up and put his hand out to me to help me to my feet. I took a second to think about it. I should not get in a car with a stranger, but he was so gorgeous. I wanted to stay near him.

“It will save you on cab money,” he said.

“Okay,” I finally said.

He walked me to the car and yelled out, “The Natural History Museum David!”

Was I really about to get in a car with this stranger? I took a deep breath and made a fast decision. I got in.

I slid into the back seat, feeling unsure about what I was doing. The danger made me feel a little excited, but also a little stupid.

It was hard for me to concentrate because he was sitting really close to me. It was unusual behavior for a stranger. At least, as far as I had experienced in life.

“I think you will benefit from a friendship with me Madeline. Lots of benefits,” he said in the most arrogant manner.

“Like what exactly?” I moved away from him just a little.

“You’ll see.” He grinned at me. It was boyish and mysterious at the same time.

We finally pulled up to the museum. He put his hand out to help me out of the car. A nice touch, I thought, but what was his game? I wanted to ask, but it seemed like a brash thing to do. He walked me to the steps of the museum like he was walking me to my door after a date.

Ulrick got closer to me, and by the way he was looking at me I knew he was going to try to kiss me. So I moved away from him.

“Ulrick, why did you come up to me on the steps?”

“Well, I was just on my way into work when I saw you. Then I had to take that chance when I saw it. I would forever regret it if I didn’t. You are beautiful Madeline, and I wanted to know you.”

“Your extreme honesty is refreshing,” I said feeling a little thrown back by how quick he was to answer. “You work at the Stock Exchange?”

“Yes, I do.”

Ulrick laughed and then looked at me. We locked eyes for a few seconds, but I had to pull away. There was something about him that made me feel like he could see right through me. I felt like prey again, to a predator.

“I live across the way on Park Avenue,” he pointed in the direction. “Will you come to dinner or drinks with me tomorrow?”

There it is I thought. He did have a game. Lure me to his place. I was silent for a good while as I weighed out the pros and cons. I knew what a “drink” meant, sex. I was extremely attracted to him, and he had this entire mysterious vibe going on that made me want to know more. I had not had sex in two years and I was dying for it. What better way to break that dry spell with a powerful, rich, and gorgeous man. He looked at me, searching my eyes for an answer.

“Sure.”

He smiled at my answer and put his hand on the small of my back, and in one quick motion pulled me to him and kissed me. I was caught off guard and gasped. His lips were firm and soft on mine as he pressed briefly and then he pulled away.

“That’s just a little taste of what I’m going to do to you,” he said.

My eyes grew wide and my whole body was limp in his hands. I now understood the phrase, putty in his hands. He was very arrogant, and I liked it.

“Should I pick you up here?”

“Yes, seven o’clock,” I whispered.

What was I doing? I had suddenly been thrown into this strange world with this mysterious stranger. Yet, I couldn’t seem to say no to him. He grabbed my hand and kissed the top of it, “Until tomorrow night then.”

He stepped away from me and I watched his every move as he walked back to the car. He stepped into it and then the car drove off. I stood there staring after him trying to make sense of all that had happened, and trying to understand why I was more aroused than I had ever been. I slowly made it up the stairs. It was hard to concentrate on my work the entire day. I was in a daze.

“Madeline. Madeline! Hello…” Joan yelled at me.

“Oh hey.”

“I’ve been saying your name for a while now and you’ve been off in another world.”

“Sorry, just concentrating on work.”

“Let’s go shopping this week?” she asked.

“Yes, call me.”

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