Groupie: Taken By A Rap Star

Groupie: Taken By A Rap Star
August 14th 2014
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When Alexus meets up with her friend Desiree to go see their favorite new rapper, C-Rock, she swears to herself that she's going to finally let loose for once. Little does she know just how loose she'll get when she is called up on stage for a twerking competition, and finds herself grinding on C-Rock in front of hundreds of people! She loses Desiree, and her morals as she kicks it backstage with C-Rock and finds herself doing things that good girls don't do! This book contains sex scenes between consenting adults. Excerpt: “Looks like I did the right thing getting you in here tonight, didn’t I? Is this your first time kicking it with a rap star?” I nodded. “Well I better show you how it’s done then. Yo!” He yelled at a nearby employee. “Get me some Hennessey on the rocks, and some Ciroc and pineapple for this beautiful woman here.” His eyes roamed up and down my body. I knew exactly what he wanted from me, and although I’m not normally that type of girl I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to resist him. He guided me towards the back to the VIP booth, which was smaller and more intimate than I expected. There was a bottle of patron on ice, with shot glasses on the table and a big velvet booth for people to sit on. There were only a few other people there, I recognized one of them from C-Rock’s recording label but the rest seemed to be his crew. He sat down on the velvet booth and motioned for me to join him. As soon as I did he placed his arm around me, and soon the employee came in with our drinks. I sipped it gratefully, letting the alcohol wash away my nervousness so I could enjoy the moment. “Now that was one hell of a dance you did for me earlier.

I like a girl that knows how to have fun.” I took another sip before answering. I didn’t want him to think I was just another whore. “I hardly ever do that… I mean, I never do that sort of thing. But I wasn’t about to turn down the chance to get closer to you.” I silently cussed myself out. I was sounding desperate. “Well I’m glad you did. Now let’s have some fun up in here! You look worried or something, shit.” With that he pulled a baggie out of his pocket, and began rolling up a blunt. He packed it tight, casually telling me stories the whole time that I wasn’t paying attention to because I was trying so hard to think of what to do. I always had a problem with overthinking situations, and I tried to get out of my head and into the game. I wasn’t going to let my hesitation stop me from doing anything tonight. “ – so anyway, I had to tell that motherfucker where to go, you know what I mean? That’s the last time he tried to fuck me out of my cash, believe me.” He finished rolling the blunt, and sparked it up. Taking two big hits, he passed it to me. We smoked it down to the roach, and when we were finished I was feeling much better. His hand strayed down to my leg, and he ran his hand up and down it while he looked into my eye. “So baby, tell me a little bit about yourself… What are you into?” I felt a rush of excitement as his hand moved further up my thigh, getting dangerously close to the hem of my miniskirt. I looked around the room to see if anyone was watching, but if they were they were hiding it. I stared down at his hand, the Rolex on his wrist shining against his black tatted skin. “I’m into whatever you’re into.” I almost couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth, but it just felt so right. Being in his presence was like a drug in itself, making me do things I never would have thought I would. I just wanted to please him, to do whatever he wanted, to be his freak if he wanted me to. The worst part was that he knew it. He had known from the second he let me in the club he could fuck me, and he was right.