Tethered (3 page)

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“May I see your badges?” a bouncer outside the party venue, which was adjacent to the theatre, asked.

“Here you go,” Morgan said before we both flashed our badges and he shined some special light on them to make sure they were legit and not reproduced.

“Looks good, let them in,” he said to another man who was outside the door and controlling the flow of traffic.

We smiled and walked past as his attention was taken to the next group of people, who I heard making excuses as to why they didn’t have badges as we walked away.

“This is it!” Morgan said with excitement as the deafening tones of the music pumped out of the room.

The bouncer opened the door and we walked into what appeared to be a scene from
Jurassic Park
. The lights were shining in every which direction, fog was lightly floating above the floor, and the music made my heart rumble the same way a running T-Rex would. This wasn’t exactly my idea of a Hollywood party, but I guess nothing about this day or lifestyle was what I thought.

“This is so amazing,” Morgan said as she squealed like an excited schoolgirl.

“Yeah,” I said before coughing and waving my hand in front of my face to brush the fog away from my mouth.

“Why don’t we go in there?” I asked as I pointed to a room about thirty feet away that
seemed a little calmer.

Morgan grabbed my hand to keep me close, as there were so many people dancing and mingling, and we walked into the room, which was extensive and filled with dozens upon dozens of tables, all accompanied by brown leather chairs and couches
. There were people scattered about, some D-list celebrities, with the others I didn’t know. I guess this is where the losers of the party went, and it almost seemed fitting that we were in here.

“This is so much fun,” Morgan said as she wiped her blotchy hands on her dress.

“When do you want to get out of here?” I asked.

“We just got here! We have to at least stay for an hour,” she replied.

“We don’t
have
to,” I said under my breath.

“Let’s go dance,” Morgan said as she
motioned in the other direction.

“I’m just going to stay here
. Those cramped movie theatre seats really hurt my knees, and I don’t think I’m up for dancing around,” I said as I saw the foggy and humid dance floor not too far away.

“You’re such a party pooper
. I’ll be back in a bit,” Morgan said before turning around and walking out of the room.

I sat
down, the minutes slowly and painfully passing by, as I waited for any sign of Morgan around the corner. There was nothing, and I was left trying to hatch plans of how to escape. Those plans were quickly squashed, though, as I realized I didn’t even have my phone with me. Morgan had the phone, and I couldn’t even call the chauffeur without her, leaving me here to rot away in this shiny leather chair.

I tapped my fingers along the chair as people passed by in each direction
. I recognized some of them, but you could tell they weren’t acting “famous.” They knew they weren’t anywhere near the top of the totem pole, and with much more famous stars everywhere in sight, they might as well have been as famous as I was.

“Chloe!” Morgan said as she came around the corner with a
swag bag in her hand.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“They’re just giving these away down the hall! Look at everything that’s inside,” she said as she opened the bag and shoved it in my face. “Lotion, anti-aging serum, and even jewelry!”

“That’s great, now can we go?” I asked
, as I pushed back the bag.

“You could at least
try
to have a little fun you know. Would it kill you to go dance or score some swag?” Morgan asked with an annoyed tone in her voice.

“I just want to go home and relax
. You know we’ve had a long week,” I said, almost trying to plead for her to say we could go home.

“Let
’s just go get a quick drink and then we can go. The bar is free, so I want to take advantage of that,” she said.

“Fine, but just that
, Morgan.” I got up and shuffled behind her in my black heels.

The bar, which was in the next huge room and against the entire length of the back wall, was packed
. There must’ve been ten bartenders behind the expansive counter, and every kind of liquor you could ever dream up was there on display.

We found an open area near the end, and we both sat down on the barstools as our feet rested on a bar below.

“What can I get you ladies?” the bartender, a cute Latin boy, asked.

“I’ll have an appletini,” Morgan said as she was almost slobbering from excitement.

“I’ll just have a diet soda please,” I said.

“You’re no fun at all, you know that?” Morgan asked.

The bartender brought over our drinks a few minutes later, and Morgan pulled out a tip for him, which was admittedly not a lot judging by his expression. He quickly left, though, and went on to more famous and rich customers.

As the minutes went by and I sipped on my drink, I felt a hand on my back
. The hand, which was quickly laid on my back, was just as quickly accompanied by a voice that I knew all too well.

“Excuse me,” the man said.

I turned around and was in shock. It was Kurt Simmons, and he was standing in front of me yet again. I know my face most likely registered my shock, but Morgan’s was one of legends. From the quick glance I got of her, I thought her eye twitched and she was probably having heart palpitations.

“My name’s Kurt, and to be honest, I think you’re strikingly beautiful,” he said.

As I sat there in shock, Morgan slapped my thigh and almost jumped out of her seat from excitement. As much as I knew she wished this were happening to her, I knew even more that she was happy it was at least happening to one of us. As jealous as girls could get, your best friend getting hit on by a famous actor was almost as good as it happening to yourself.

“T
…thank you,” I said.

“What’s your name?” he asked as he looked at me intently.

“Chloe. Her name’s Chloe,” Morgan said excitedly.

Kurt looked over at Morgan, smiled, and then looked back at me
. “Nice to meet you, Chloe.”

“It’s nice to meet you as well,” I said with a smile.

As much as I hated Hollywood men and heard bad things about Kurt, it was still mesmerizing to have him standing in front of you in a bar full of beautiful women and wanting to talk to you. That charm I had heard about so much was now in full display, and I could see how he made women swoon. No matter how much of a pig a man was, if he was charming and sexy, you could bet he was still going to break some hearts.

“I’m looking to get out of here
. It’s stuffy and these kinds of parties are never my thing. Want to get out of here?” he asked.

Kurt Simmons wanted
me
to leave with him? Was this a cruel joke? Was this just some elaborate dream I was living? Surely, this couldn’t be right.
I’m me, and he’s…Kurt Simmons.

“You have to go
. Don’t worry about me. I’ll just have the driver take me home, and I’ll see you tomorrow,” Morgan said, almost demanding I didn’t give up this opportunity—whatever it was.

“So, what do you say?” he asked.

I looked at Morgan, who was nodding her head and smiling, and I looked back over to Kurt and slowly nodded, as if hesitantly giving him my approval and answer.

“Great, let’s get going,” he said with a smile.

“Bye, you guys!” Morgan said.

“Good
night, sweetie,” Kurt replied with a smile, as if thanking her for convincing me to go with him.

Morgan smiled ear to ear, and that was the last
I saw of her before I was whisked out of the venue and to his waiting car.

I was going home with Kurt Simmons, and I
wasn’t sure if that was a good thing.

Chapter Three

Everything was happening in such a flash
. One minute I was begging Morgan to let me get out of here so I could go home and vegetate in my bed, and the next minute I was somehow convinced to go home with Kurt Simmons. What did he want with me anyway? It wasn’t like I was some A-list sex kitten or something. I was just a normal college girl who, while not ugly, was definitely not some supermodel by any means.

Kurt drove himself, and his Lamborghini, which was bright yellow with orange stripes, was sitting in a parking garage with all of the other exotic cars
. It really didn’t surprise me that he drove such a gaudy and out-there car. He made a living off of standing out and being crazy, and this car would stand out in a pitch-black tunnel.

The car was very low to the ground, and Kurt, being such a gentleman, helped me into the seat, as if I needed it
. I caught him trying to sneak a peek up my dress, which was riding up from the squatting I had to do to get in, but I quickly closed my legs in protest, which made him smile as if I were a hard hunt.

Kurt drove dangerously on the way home, with him giving no regards to any pedestrians or other drivers on the road
. We entered Beverly Hills, a part of town I had never been to, and we began our ascent up the rolling mountain hills before entering a gated community with a guard post, which was decked out in the most sensitive and modern of security technology. Kurt waved at the guard and we drove into the neighborhood, where he gave a little more caution and drove slower. I had a feeling that he had gotten in trouble before, and that was why he was all of a sudden driving like an eighty-year-old grandmother.

“Here we are,” he said
, as we pulled into his wraparound driveway, complete with an elaborately carved wooden garage door.

“It’s a nice house,” I said, trying to look appreciative and not cold.

“Just wait until you see the inside,” Kurt said with a smile as he turned off the car.

A
n SUV, which appeared to be more in line as an everyday car, was also parked in the garage. It was black with tinted windows, and industrial metal rims that looked deadly to any poor animal that dared to challenge them on the road.

As he opened the door into his house, I could see that everything I had read and watched, from the shadiest of gossip magazines to the best news shows, were correct
. Paintings of Kurt, awards he’d won, pictures of him from all over the world, and movie props were just a few things he had littered about his walls. It was as if I was walking into a Kurt Simmons exhibit at The Smithsonian, and I realized that maybe I was a little in over my head with all of this. Was it too late to call it off and get a cab ride home?

“Would you like something to drink?” he asked as we walked into a large living room, which was accented with deep mahogany floors and tan leather couches that looked as though they’d eat you alive.

“No, I’m good. Thanks,” I replied.

Kurt poured himself a drink, scotch I think, and came over next to me, placing himself only a foot away as he took a tip of his drink.

“That’ll warm you up,” he said in a sultry voice before placing the drink down on a coffee table in front of us.

I nodded, unsure of what to say,
as this
, being alone in a room with an attractive man, was all foreign to me.

“You know, I didn’t know if you’d be this beautiful in person, but you are
. I know that sometimes things don’t transfer over as well, with editing and all that, but you are remarkable,” he said as the back of his hand ran across my supple cheek.

“I’m sorry?” I asked in confusion.

“You know how editing goes with girls these days. All the young girls want to correct every single impurity in their skin and bodies, and you never know if something is real when you see it in a picture. Hell, all of the people at the magazines I shoot for edit the shit out of my pictures,” Kurt said as he rested his hand on my bare thigh.

“I think you have me mixed
up with someone else,” I said before moving back and adjusting myself farther away in the seat.

“You mean you don’t recognize me?” Kurt asked.

“No…”

“I thought you’d re
member a guy who gave you a one thousand-token tip,” Kurt said with a smile as his hand inched farther up my thigh and just under the hem of my dress.

Did my ears just deceive me, or did Kurt say
he
was the one who commenced that private cam show with me? Could this even be possible? Kurt Simmons could get any woman on this planet, and he resorted to whacking off to girls on cams instead of having a hot one ride him until he exploded. None of it made sense, but in a way, it did. I’d read he was a sexual deviant of sorts, and his thirst for women was unquenchable. Was I just going to be a little sip to keep his throat quenched?

“You
’re…?”

“Yes, I’m lightsxcameraxactionx.”

“Is that why you asked me here? Do you think you’re going to have sex with me or something?” I asked as I pushed his hand off my thigh.

“No no no, dear
. I
know
I’m going to have sex with you,” he said as his hand went back up my thigh and his mouth got close to my ear.

I was mad
. I was livid. I was angry. I was also, in a weird way, turned on. I knew this was all a bad idea, though, and I had to get out of here. It wasn’t that I didn’t think he was sexy or something, but this just wasn’t me. Aside from the webcam thing, I was a good girl. I didn’t sleep around, I didn’t do drugs, and I didn’t engage in risky behavior. Kurt was risky behavior.

“I think I should go,” I said as I stood up, breaking the connection between his body and mine.

“Oh come now, you haven’t even seen the house. Have you ever been in a multimillion-dollar house before?” he asked as he began to plead with me.

“Well, no,” I replied.

“See, you should at least take a quick tour. You might never have this chance again, and I have a lot of really cool stuff. You know, old movie props and super expensive art,” he said.

“
Okay, but just that,” I said, almost outlining the terms of this agreement.

“No problem,” Kurt said with a suspicious smile.

As we walked through the house, Kurt began to hold up his end of the bargain. He showed me old movie props, some weird art, and even pictures of his family, which were on the wall. He had everything from a media room, to a gym, and even an indoor pool that filled my nose with the scent of chlorine. It really was a magnificent house, and part of me was glad he let me see it. I really didn’t think I would ever see a house of this price again, and it was proving to be a real treat.

“I just have one last room to show,” Kurt said as he
led the way down the hall.

“I really should get going
. The cab will likely take a while to get here,” I said as I pointed down the hallway.

“Don’t be silly
. You’ve seen every other part of my house. It would be stupid not to see the last room.” He rationalized.

“Well, I guess you’re right
. I’ll look at it, but I really should get going,” I said.

“Sounds perfect,” he said.

The room was at the end of the hallway on the second floor, and was locked with a keypad, which Kurt stood in front of to guard his pass code from my prying eyes. I guess I was going to see his prized possessions and awards, and it made sense he wanted to keep these guarded.

The door clicked, unlocked, and Kurt opened it and turned on a light, which seemed dimly lit from the outside.

“Come on in,” he said as he stood in front of the door and kept it open.

I walked the few feet inside the room, and was shocked by what I saw
. It was like some kind of sex room. There was a bed, a swing locked into the ceiling, and every kind of toy and stimulation you could think of lining the walls on shelves, displays, and hooks.

I heard the door close behind us, and I turned around quickly, my heart beating, to see what happened.

“So, what do you think?” Kurt asked as he walked past me and sat on the end of the bed.

“Oh, it’s nice,” I said as my voice cracked in nervousness.

“It is, isn’t it? I spent a lot of money and time creating the best environment I could. I wanted it to scream sex, but also be comfortable for everybody involved.”

“Ya, I can see what you mean,” I said, trying to bullshit my way out of here
. “Well, I should get going.”

“Nonsense,” Kurt said as he got up and walked over to me
. “You just got here.”

“Well, I should ju—“

“Shhh,” Kurt interrupted as he placed his finger on my lips.

I felt his other hand run down my curves as it rested on my hip, gripping me, as if tethering me to him
. My heart beat quickly, but not from fear. I was nervous, and he knew it. This man, the world’s sexiest man, was making advances at me, and I wasn’t sure, now that we were here alone, I could say no. Ever since I started going on cam I have had an insatiable appetite for intimacy. Now that it was in front of me, could I just give it up?

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, as the words lingered on his lips.

“Oh, thank you,” I said as I gave out a nervous and faint chuckle.

Kurt’s hand left my side and he walked over to one of the shelves on the side of the room
. I watched him, trying to figure out what he was doing, before he turned around with something in his hand. It was a whip, but not like an
Indiana Jones
whip. It was short, black, leather, and tasseled on the end. I wanted to wonder what he was going to do with it, but I felt as though I quickly knew.

“Do you know what this is?” he asked.

“A whip?” I answered.

“Oh now, a whip sounds so brutal
. I’m not going to hurt you with this, Chloe. I’m going to pleasure you. I like to call it a pleasure stimulator. You’d like to be pleasured, wouldn’t you?” he asked in an almost condescending voice.

“Y
…yeah,” I replied.

“Come with me,” Kurt said as he grabbed my hand and guided me over to the bed.

I went to sit down, but was quickly interrupted by Kurt, who had other plans for me.

“I want you to bend over the bed
. Show me how dirty of a girl you are.”

I submitt
ed myself to him and his experience, and bent over the bed with my feet still on the ground. Was I doing the right thing? Sure I wanted to be close to somebody, but was this the person to do it with?

As I contemplated what to do in my head, I felt my dress moving up behind me
. The cooler air of the room beat against my partially bare bottom, and I knew what we were doing was now escalating.

“Mm, that’s such a nice ass,” Kurt said as his hand ran across it.

His hand left me, and I quickly felt a light slap of the whip, with each tassel and fringed piece marking me, as if branding me to him. I clenched the sheets, not because it hurt, but because I was taken by surprise. I hadn’t been whipped before, but now that it was happening, I think I liked it.

“Did you like that?” he asked as my dress fell back down.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Good,” he said with a deep voice.

Was that it? Was he going to slap me with it one time and then end it? I knew I wasn’t all that experienced, but I felt as though there should be more. The room went silent, and I, in complete confusion, pushed myself up and turned around, only to be beyond shocked.

He was standing there in front of me, a smile on his face, and his
erection hanging in midair, with his pants and boxers around his ankles. I tried to look away, but something about it acted like a magnet and made me stare. It was…large, to say the least. A throbbing vein bulged from the top as his clean balls hung underneath.

“You can touch it
. Don’t be afraid, it won’t bite,” he said with a smile.

It entranced me
. I was hypnotized, and all I wanted was it. The last guy I fucked on my first day of college definitely wasn’t this hung, and even if he were, he couldn’t keep the damn thing up. Kurt didn’t have any problem with this, and it appeared to be twice the size of the baby dick I had last time.

I stuck my hand out and pulled it
back quickly in hesitation before sticking it back out and wrapping my hand around his beast. It felt warm, and I knew once I held it that I needed it. Could I be just another Kurt Simmons statistic? Another number added to his tally of girls he plowed with his Loch Ness Monster? In a weird way, now that I was here and holding it, I wanted to make him
my
statistic.

Kurt inched closer, moving
it toward my face, almost hinting at what he wanted. I had never given a blowjob before, but I knew I wouldn’t get out of here without running my tongue down his hard shaft. I was already here doing things I would never do, so I guess I might as well try something else that was very new.