Make Me Look Good

Make Me Look Good

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Simone has one job to do, make Declan look good, but he's more wild then she anticipated. Can she tame this out of control man and make him look good?

Summary

Simone has one job to do, make Declan look good, but he's more wild then she anticipated. Can she tame this out of control man and make him look good?

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Submitted: January 11, 2017

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Submitted: January 11, 2017

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I can't believe I'm here. I'm actually here. I made it. On my own. Screw everyone who thought I couldn't make it. Said that college was a waste of time and money. I'll show them. I am Simone Richards, publicist for the all famous rock band Stone Monks.  

Two months later.... 

I want to pull my hair out and strangle Declan with it so bad right now. Aaaaah! Declan Stone is the lead singer/guitarist/founder for the band Stone Monks. He has the stereotypical bad boy personality of a rock star. He's made my life difficult for the last two months. Trashing hotel rooms, throwing street parties in every city followed by riots of some sort, heavy drinking, possible drugs and I'm pretty sure that girl over there is underage. She doesn't look more than fifteen. Gaawd! 

"I need a taser. Someone please get me a taser!" I shout to no one because they are all too busy sucking faces, drinking god knows what and I'm the prude who has to put a halt to that frilly little girl trying to sneak in the back room with Declan. Now I see why the band has gone through so many publicists. Now I see why they hired me, right out of college. Desperation. 

Tap, tap, tap. I lightly tap on the girls shoulder. "Excuse me, Miss. Can I see your I.D.?" I ask. This girl turns around and her arm is flying up and aiming right for me. Luckily I have ninja like reflexes and dodge her petty and childish attempt at a catfight. "Really?" I say. 

"Who the hell are you and what the hell do you think you're doing?" This girl has some nerve. Declan turns around now and realizes who the girl is speaking to. 

"Oh, hey Simone. Come to cock block again? Maybe you want a piece of the Stone too, huh?" He winks at me. Does this charm really work on women? Obviously on girls. My head hurts. 

"Declan, I was just inquiring the age of this young lady you're about to fu.. Er.. sleep with. She doesn't exactly look old enough to even be here. What with all the alcohol around." I turn to face the girl again and she is literally throwing daggers at me with her eyes. Childish much. I turn back to Declan. 

"She told me she was nineteen. She has to be. I mean come on, babe. Look at her tits. They are so big and perky." Declan reaches out and squeezes them. Right. In. Front. Of. Me. I shake my head. 

"Yeah, nineteen. Like I told him. So why don't you back off so we can have a little fun." The girl has balls, I'll give her that. 

"Let's just have a looksie." I grab her clutch and turn away to pull out a wallet or whatever that has some sort of I.D. She tries to get it back, jumping on to my back, pulling my hair. Like I said, childish. "Well, well. Miss Lacey Dennison. Home is here in Alabama. Oh, what a lovely picture you have on your learners permit. Fifteen is it?" I hand her things back after she drops of my back. She snatches her stuff and storms off.  

"Thanks Simone. Crisis averted." Declan pretends to wipe sweat from his brow. "You know, you should be a super cock blocking hero." Declan grins that panty wetting grin that has all the girls and women swooning over him. I hate to admit it, but I've had to change my panties a few times after an encounter with that grin. This man is sexy as hell. And when he grins like that, it's as if he's undressing me with his eyes. But I will not let his charm or devilish grin divert my efforts. 

"I'm shutting the party down and everyone is either going home or to their own hotel room. Declan, that means you too." I turn on my heels and head for the make-shift DJ.  

"Simone, if you wanted alone time with me you could've just said so. I'd be more than happy to give you a Stone massage." I turn to shut him up but stop before I could say anything as he grabs his crotch and gives it a couple tugs. Instead I roll my eyes, turn away and shut the party down. Why did I accept this job? Luckily I have a plan. 

I wake up the next morning sweating and panting. Oh dear God. Nope. It didn't happen. I did not have an erotic dream about Declan Stone taking me against the hotel wall in the hallway. Nor did I dream about his tongue trailing down the valley of my breasts and slipping his fingers between the lips of my pussy. I do not have fantasies about Declan Stone. I cannot have fantasies about him.  

I reach for my phone to see if I have any detrimental fires to put out, but instead I have a text from Gary, the drummer of Stone Monks. Gary and the rest of the band see the trouble Declan's getting into and it doesn't look good. For the band or the label. That's where I come in. Gary thinks my idea is great and wants to meet in the lobby at nine this morning. 

I get up and shower the those dirty dreams away. I put on my cream colored pencil skirt and black sleeveless blouse. Casual yet professional. Perfect. I make sure all my stuff is packed neatly and head down to the lobby with my luggage in tow.  

Right on time, Gary comes out of the elevator. He spots me sitting in one of the chairs in the lobby waiting on him. 

"Hey Simone. How was your night?" He asks like he doesn't already know.  

"Same old shit, different hotel." He takes the seat next to me. 

"Well, let's get right to the point, I think it's a great idea. We need a break from him. We'll be in the next city for a week before you make it there. Plenty of time to beat the shit out of Dec. Please tell me that's what you're going to do." Gary also happens to be Declan's oldest friend. 

"I'd like nothing more than to beat him up, but no. I'd rather talk some sense into him first." I'm sure he wouldn't mind a good beating, though. 

"You seem to be the only one he listens to, partly anyways. The only one he's actually ever listened to." Our talk lasted a good hour before any other band mates came down. Gary and the rest of them said there good bye's to me and headed out. 

It was now eleven in the morning and the official check out time when Declan made his appearance. He looked around, probably wondering where everyone was. 

"Morning, Dec." I say as I hand the bellhop a tip. "The car is waiting for us." 

"Yeah. Okay." Declan grabs his duffel bag and heads for the door. 

The car ride is short and silent the whole time. Declan didn't look like his cheery self. Then again, he's probably just hung over. I didn't know a person could drink that much and function before noon. I pray for his liver. 

We arrived at the lot where the tour bus was kept. The driver loaded our things as we climbed aboard. That's when Declan realized the band wasn't already on the bus. 

"What the fuck's going on?" Declan drops his bag on the table. 

"Well Dec, the band and I have been talking..." I explained it all to him. He was furious and screaming at me and throwing things at the wall of the bus and the floor. We were moving now so the driver was in his little box of privacy, hopefully not hearing the commotion going on behind the door. If he did then I'm sure he would stop.  

"You have to calm down, Dec. You're destroying your career and the career of your bandmates, your friends." He stops throwing things, but doesn't stop yelling. 

"Who the fuck do you think you are, telling me what to do and what they feel? Huh?"  

"Do you see them here? No. So listen to me dick hole. Your drinking too much, trashing everything that comes across your path." I wave my hands around the bus as a prime example. "The band doesn't want anything to do with your attitude., your problems, you. Not until you straighten out." I put my hands on my hips and wait for a reply. 

He walks closer, slowly. I take a few steps back. He has a strange look in his eyes. A documentary I watched a while back of a lion stalking its prey comes to mind when I see this look. 

"This is my band. Do you get that? Mine. I tell you what. I tell you when. I tell you with who." He's not yelling anymore, but his voice is very authoritative. Commanding almost.  

"Declan, you need to reason here." I begin. 

"Simone, I get what you're saying. I do, really." Well that was a complete 360. "I'm willing to change my ways." What?  

"Is this some kind of game for you? This is my job," I say sternly. "My career is on the line. Your bands career is on the line. You need to-" And now he's right in front of me. I can't speak. I can't move anywhere because my butt is up against the back of the bus.  

He looks down at me and his hand comes to rest on the back of my head. His fingers weaving in my hair. My heart beats frantically. He tilts my chin up with his other hand. And his lips touch mine. I'm lost. I don't even remember my name. Wait, what's a name?  

His hand grips tighter in my hair and his lips are more forceful now. His tongue begging for permission as he licks my lips. My body is acting on it's own. I have no control over what it's doing. My mouth opens for him. My hands wrap around his shoulders and I lift up more for a better angle. And the kiss, oh sweet heaven, the kiss is out of this world. One minute we were arguing and yelling and he was throwing things and now he's fucking my mouth with his.  

It has to stop. It has to. I pull away. We're both breathing heavy. 

"Don't cock block me now, babe." He lowers his head and captures my mouth again.  

"This is my job, Dec." I say as I break away from our kiss. His hand rubs down my thigh and slips under the hem of my skirt. Bad Idea to wear a skirt today. Or was it a good idea? 

"This," he say's as his fingers tickle their way up my inner thigh, "is my job. And your job is to make me look good." He's reached the elastic band of my panties, but he doesn't slip under. Instead he rubs along the crease from my slit through the cotton fabric. "This cunt would make me look very good, Simone. Especially as wet as it is now."  

Again, my stupid body acts on its own and my legs part slightly for him. He throws me that wicked grin and I know I'm done for. 

His mouth hovers over mine with light touches and his warm breath sends chills all over my body. "You want this too, Simone. I've seen the way at look at me when I'm with other girls. You wish it were you."  

"Declan" is all I can say. His fingers stroke and slide under the fabric covering my pussy. He parts my soft lips and finds my clit. He applies pressure in a circular motion and I can't help but moan. His other hand releases from my hair and slowly unbuttons my blouse, rubbing along the skin of my chest. His mouth is kissing everywhere from my lips to my jawline, from my ears and down my neck. 

"Oh, God. Please, Declan." His fingers traced my clit and slid just a little inside. Everything went silent. No noise from the bus, the road, the radio. It was just us, Declan and myself, our heavy breaths and our loud moans and groans. I'm so close. Yes. Oh God, yes.  

While his one hand was working magic on my cunt, his other hand unclasped my bra. His mouth went straight for my hardened nipple, licking between the two. His fingers pumped hard and fast and I can't control myself any longer. I let go and jerk against his hand. Letting my orgasm and Declan take the reins. Bliss. 

Before I could even come down from that blissful high, Declan throws me down on the buses bed. He unsnaps the button on his jeans and removes them, his cock springing out and straight up. "Yes, Declan. Please." 

Declan's hands rest on either side of my head and the tip of his cock slips in my heat just a little. He leans down and kisses me like his life depends on it and that’s when he slides all the way in, buried deep inside and holding his breath. He pulls back out just to where the tip is sliding in and out, shallow thrusts and exhales. "Keep going. God, please don't stop." I need him, I need more. 

He listens and begins to fuck me hard and fast. He shoves my knees up so he plunge even deeper. I wrap my arms around him, my nails scoring his back. I scream his name over and over. My voice is raw a raspy. He fucks me harder. 

I can't hold off any longer. My orgasm overwhelms me as my pussy squeezes his cock. He thrusts deeper and faster and I swear his cock gets harder. He latches onto my breast and sucks on my beaded nipple. He thrusts in and out. He goes harder and faster, fucking my orgasm right back inside of me, starting all over again. And then I hear my name as he releases his hot seed inside. 

"Simone!" He's slowing down to a stop, breathing just as heavy as I am. "It looks like you have a week to make me look really good, babe." He pulls out and drops on his side facing me. "Get some rest now. You'll need your energy for round two." And then he grins again. 

 

  

 

 

 

  


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