A Dangerous Romance

Well, that was awkward.

Grace

The show was awesome. It was the first time in a long time that I’ve enjoyed myself and I never wanted this to end but I have to get to work, the whole reason I was even here. We walked to the entrance for VIP and whipped out our badges like we were FBI, the whole time Julia checked her boobs to make sure they’re in clear view. As we approached their dressing room door the smell of weed and liquor pours under the door as if we stepped into a Rasta concert. I knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer the door, you could hear laughing and not one asshole attempting to respond to the door. I twisted the handle and opened the door, I’m now standing in a cloud of smoke. 

“Hello Boys”

“Oh s**t! Where’d you come from?” Dane says from the back.

“I am your manager, Grace Willow.”

“Nice, you’re pretty,” Dane says, the other guy's nod in agreement all except one. Gage just sat there staring at me as if I had two heads. Julia pushed past me into the room and made herself the center of attention, as usual, all heads followed her chest around the room including Gage. I step outside of the room so that I can breathe, waiting for Julia as I pace the hall. The door opened and I was expecting Julia to stumble out covered in hickeys but instead, it’s Gage. I have to admit how beautiful he really is. He's much taller than me, I stand at 5’5” his hair once blonde is now a vibrant shade of neon pink. His muscles move as he does so he’s literally always flexing, he wears Tee’s that only make him look buffer than normal. His black torn jeans and studded belt with that huge silver chain is beautiful and makes your mind drift as you stare at him. He stands there for a few moments and stares at me.

“Well aren’t you out of place”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m just noticing how uncomfortable you look”

“Yeah, just a bit nervous is all”

“Why?” He says lighting a cigarette.

“Just wanted to get off to a good start is all, but I think you guys would probably do better with Julia as your new management coordinator.”

“Why is that? Because they were looking at her t**s! That’s all we will ever see her as. Let me hear it”

“Hear what?”

“Your manager speal, tell me what you intended to say back there”

“Ok… okay. Well, My name is Grace Willow. I am your new management coordinator, meaning I am your manager's boss. I will make sure that everything is perfectly coordinated, scheduled and ready for you guys to do what you do best: Rock out.”

“Haha, that’s cute. I’ve never heard said quite like that before, but I think you need to be more assertive. You’re my boss's boss so you need to sound like it. Act like you own the room and they will respect you.” He finishes his cigarette and steps toward me. He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear, smiles at me and I can tell why my cheeks are burning and I’m sure he can see that I am blushing. His hand is resting on the back of my neck and pulling me up to him as he was going to kiss me but before he could Julia comes stumbling out of the room, all red and flustered. We broke apart and he lights another cigarette, she looks at us both and giggles. 

“You ready to go chicka?” She asks

“Umm, yeah,” I say nervously folding my arms.

We walk past him as he smokes his cigarette and he nods at us as we pass not before letting me know he expects another meeting with me about my expectations. I just smile and keep walking. Tonight was almost perfect.

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I woke up the next morning realizing I was an hour late waking up and getting out the door to work, Looks like Julia’s already left so I guess I’ll have to take a lyft. I check my phone and I see 20 missed calls and 100 unread messages, Wow I f****d up. I run into the office as soon as the car pulls into the parking lot, I try to run to my desk and get caught up but Gerard is waiting for me by the elevator. 

“Sorry Gerard, I’ll pack up my desk,” I say as I brush my hair out of my face and find him laughing at me hysterically as if I said something funny. 

“Why do you always think you’re going to be fired?”

“I’m a horrible employee and I f**k up at least once a day”

“All true but you try your damndest to be one of the best and your personality is very heartwarming compared to some of the others here. Relax. Your clients are here and have been for over an hour.”

“f**k!”

“Apparently they didn’t want to go through the meeting without you and were willing to wait. So chop, chop!”

“Yes, just let me drop these off at my…” Before I could finish my sentence he’s pulling me towards the conference room and I’m met with a room full of eyes, but the ones that made me gulp were the sexiest in the room. Blue like crystals staring right through me with a devilish smile to match, I had to break eye contact otherwise nothing would be completed. I took the only available seat left which was the one right next to him, I tried to find another seat but the room was full and the meeting was already running behind. I sat down dropping my purse and laptop bag under the table and tried to focus. Gerard started talking and the room turned to focus on him, however, my neighbor had other plans. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and he pretended to lean forward so he could better hear what Gerard was saying. His sighs were cooling and caused me to shiver a bit every time he did it. 

What is he playing at? Why is he acting like a jackass in the middle of the meeting? I need to get away from him but the more I scooch forward the more he follows. I think his foot is on my chair because I attempted to move forward once more and the chair wouldn’t move, it’s resisting my movements. I struggled to pay attention and instead found myself shivering as if someone dropped a piece of ice down my back. He was running his nails up and down my arm causing goosebumps to form where he touched, I slapped my arm as if I’m trying to swat a fly but all that does is make me look crazy. The meeting is wrapping up after 2 hours of listening to Gerard talk and as soon as I can I jump up and run for the bathroom. I have never been so embarrassed in my life. I hid in the bathroom stall and sat down on the toilet, feeling moist and wet. I checked my panties to make sure I wasn’t having a menstrual mess. Sadly it wasn’t my period just my cumming on myself as Gage tortured me in a room full of people, I slid my finger down there to see just how wet I really was and the sensitive sensation over my clit sent flying. I slowly slid my finger around until I found my sweet spot, rocking my hips trying to reach the end of this road before I am caught m**********g in the bathroom. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming and all I can see is his eyes boring into me. Those crystal blue eyes are causing me to c*m in ways I’ve never came before, I’m trying to keep quiet but the intensity is too much.  Before I can fully release myself from the shackles he put on me, Julia knocks on the bathroom door telling me to come on. I have lunch with the band.

I slip my hand out of my panties and jump up to fix my clothes, I try to wash my hands but she’s telling me to hurry up and they're waiting on me. Great! I have c*m smeared on my fingers, they are sticky and shiny as if I put them in a vat of slime. As I exit the bathroom I see them standing by the elevator, everyone but Gage standing off to the side talking on the phone. Everyone goes down to the car while I wait patiently for the superstar to come on. He finally gets off the phone and joins me in the elevator, I pray he can’t tell I was m**********g in the bathroom. He just stares at the door ignoring me for a few minutes then suddenly he turns around and walks toward me. Reaching his arm out and pressing the stop elevator button causing us to jolt and him to fall into me. 

“Why did you keep trying to avoid me during the meeting?”

“Because it’s a meeting for business, not your personal pleasure”

“All work, no play”

“I play, off the f*****g clock”

“Oh really, let me see your hand”

“No, why do you need to see my hand?” I laugh nervously because I know my fingers are still slick with my juices, which are starting to flow again down my thigh. He ignores my question and pulls my hand in front of his face, laughing while he does so then he sticks his tongue out and licks my fingers until they are dry and free from my juices. He doesn’t say anything just presses the button and gets off the elevator. 

I’m stuck! I cannot move forward nor can I stand still, I honestly don’t know what the f**k just happened but now I want to go home and ride my vibrator until the batteries die and they’re energizer. This job is going to be the death of me.