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I had quite a surprise at work the next morning. Suddenly I was being offered the job of my dreams, accompanying My Chemical Romance on their tour as a coordinating assistant. At first I was just a bit leery. The job title was confusing at best. However when explained to me, I discovered that I would be dong basically a bit of everything. I would help out with all aspects of the tours to make sure things ran smoothly. As soon as I accepted the job I called Alicia to thank her. She would be traveling with Mikey and I assumed that she had gotten me the position. There is an old saying about the word 'assume' and I remembered it when she explained that she had had nothing to do with me getting the job.
My second guess as to how this plum position fell into my lap had to be the correct one. I definitely had my question for tonight. The Answer Man himself was at Mikey and Alicia's when I arrived home from work. He was sitting in the living room with his fiancée watching the movie "8 1'2 Weeks" when I walked in. It was a shock to see them together cuddled up like two little peas in a pod. Shit, grandma's sayings were in my head again, peas in a pod, indeed.
I noticed there were several other couples also watching the flick. Two of which were my bosses from the record company. I quickly made my way upstairs to my room to sulk. Fuck Mr. Way, I thought. All day long I had fantasized about watching that movie with him. Now he was all snuggly with his fiancée and I was alone.
Around midnight there was a knock on my door. Alicia told me that she and Mikey were going to a friend's house and wouldn't be back for several hours. I assumed everyone else was either going to the same place or had left. Once more I realized I should stop assuming. It wasn't until I went downstairs to fix myself something to eat that I learned I wasn't alone.
"You're not going to scream again are you?" Gerard's tone was one of boredom. He was sitting at the kitchen table nursing a Diet Coke.
I had jumped when I flipped on the light but I was determined not to let it show. "Actually I'm getting used to you lurking."
He took a sip and spoke, "Okay lets get this out of the way. What's your question?"
I crossed the room, stood in front of him and took the can from his hand. Taking a drink first I decided how to word my question. "Are you the reason I have a new job?"
"Yes"
I rolled my eyes, "Fuck, I thought we decided you can't just answer with one word."
"Yes, I am" he said with just a hint of a smile.
"Why?" I asked knowing he wouldn't answer.
As expected he ignored the question. He pushed his chair back slightly from the table. "Get on the table and sit in front of me."
I gave him a look that suggested madness. "I can't sit on the table. People eat off that and my mama would skin me alive."
"Skin you alive? I'm guessing more of grandma's quaint sayings?" He didn't smile and I took offense.
"You make my grandma sound like a hick."
"She was wasn't she?' His snotty tone royally pissed me off.
"Don't talk bad about my grandma and I won't say anything bad about yours." I shot back.
His face clouded over and I knew my words had somehow caused him pain that I hadn't intentionally meant. "Get on the fucking table"
I wanted to apologize even if I didn't know what I had said to hurt him. He didn't give me the chance. "Now Laura."
I was surprised when he said my name. I had only heard him say it once before. Moving quickly I climbed onto the table and sat Indian Style in front of him.
"Spread your legs" he said without emotion.
I hated myself but I couldn't contain the excitement I felt listening to his words. I uncrossed my legs and hung them over the table. With one swift movement he grabbed both of my knees and spread my legs further apart so that he was sitting directly in between my legs. His eyes caught fire when he saw that once again I wasn't wearing underwear. My short night shirt was hiked up. "Lay back" he commanded.
I did as I was told. Suddenly I gasped as he scooted his chair close to the table so that he could simply lean over and lick my pussy. Something he did but only for a moment." You are always wet before my tongue reaches you. Why?" He raised his head so that he could see my face when I answered.
I answered honestly, "You make me hot. Just your voice can make me wet."
"Fucking liar," he said this time with emotion.
I started to explain to him that I wasn't lying when he cut me off, "Shut the fuck up."
I lay on the table while his tongue went back to licking my slit. Up and down this tongue caressed the delicate folds of skin then darted inside. He didn't seem happy with the depth is tongue could reach so he took his fingers and spread me open even more. Now his tongue had complete access. I tired my hardest not to move, not to make a sound but it was impossible. He stopped but instead of reprimanding me he stood and pushed his chair back. I moved my head so that I could watch his movements. He crossed to the refrigerator and removed an item. I couldn't see what he returned to the table with.
"Don't move," he said. I understood why a moment later when I felt the cold scissors on my skin as the cut a path up my gown splitting it in two pieces. He pushed the material aside so that my breasts where exposed. He stood looking down at me a moment before saying. "Scoot over to the edge of the table." Once more I did it without comment.
I watched through hooded eyes as he unzipped his jeans and lowered them along with his briefs. "Turn your head so that you can suck my dick" his tone was raw.
His dick was the exact level of the table. All I had to do was open my mouth, he slid his member inside. Once again my mind flashed a picture of what this must look like. I was lying almost completely nude on a table sucking off Gerard. I could feel the passion building.
I didn't even notice when he leaned over me and picked up an item he had put on the table next to me. I was too busy running my tongue over his rock hard penis. Sliding it in and out, in and out.
He reached over with one hand and I felt something cold enter me. I stopped and opened my eyes. He was studying my face. It was large and cold but not all toghter unpleasant. "Something for you from the crisper drawer." He said softly. Slowly he started to move it in and out of me. "It is getting warmer, you are so fucking hot you're making it hot."
My mind was trying to decide just what vegetable 'it' was but soon as he increased the speed of it's thrusting I decided I couldn't care less. I went back to sucking on his dick. Now in my mind the picture of Gerard fucking me with an unknown vegetable while I sucked on his dick made me cum before I wanted to. I was having way too much fun.
He removed the item and before he could remove his dick from my mouth I scooted on the table so that I was lying on my stomach across the table giving him what I hoped was the blowjob of his life. From the sound he was making I was sure I was doing something right. He grabbed my hair and started to pump my whole head faster.
Suddenly I closed my mouth and refused to let this dick back in. Gerard let out a frustrated groan. "What the fuck" he had been so close.
"I'm being bad," I said in a seductive tone.
"So you are," he said roughly. "What should I do about this?"
I wiggled my bare ass on the table in front of him. He took the hint. His hand made contact with my bare butt and my mouth flew back open. As he spanked me I sucked. He wasn't spanking to cause pain, it was causing pleasure. When his hot sticky cum filled my mouth I ground my hips into the table and came again myself.
It was several minutes before either of us could move. As I crawled down off the table I made a note to disinfect the tabletop. As grandma said 'people eat off that'.
Gerard was dressed in no time flat. He started to leave the kitchen when my voice stopped him. "One more question, please"
He stopped but didn't turn. I took that to mean he was waiting for the question. "Do you think it was sick of me to want you to spank me?'
He didn't answer right away and I was beginning to think he wouldn't. "Laura, we are two adults who just had sex. You like it and I can tell you I sure the fuck think it's hot. What does it matter?"
I smiled realizing he was echoing my words I had spoken to him when he thought what he desired was sick. "Goodnight Gee" I said to him as he walked though the door.
"The Crying Game" he answered.
I smiled remembering the movie.