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Wicked Ties

Date: 1/31/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Male/Female, Author: nickeduardo25, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com

As Derek was saying goodbye to the rest of his band and looking for his car keys, Laura decided to make her move. She didn’t spend her whole night in this hellhole for nothing. “Derek!” She yelled loudly. He turned around, confused, even more so when he spotted her marching briskly towards him. He dropped his arm form the blonde’s waist and moved slightly away from her. “Laura Bale, I work for Glitterati magazine.” She extended her arm. He chuckled at her, not lifting his hand to shake hers. Laura felt her skin turn red, but she refused to back down. “Hello, Cutie.” He said, leering at her appreciatively. If before she’d wished to have dressed more provocatively, now she wished she’d worn a parka. “I prefer Laura or Ms. Bale, actually.” She frostily replied. Derek grinned at her, looking pleased with an answer. “Okay then Laura, what is it that you want? An autograph? A kiss? A life-size poster of me to sleep next to?” “I want an interview with you, one on one.” She said determinedly. Derek started openly laughing at her, “Sorry, the sexy librarian look is very convincing and all, but I don’t need to give interviews to shitty tabloids. And frankly, you and me, one on one? Neither of us would be talking, lover.” His band started laughing at her and Laura could once again feel herself grow embarrassed. Don’t you fucking cry, she told herself. She hadn’t worked this hard in her life to be ridiculed by some womanizer thinking he ruled the world! She smirked to herself as she ... watched him fumble with his car keys. “Oh Derek! One more thing – How do you like the headline, ‘Derek Vega caught doing drugs while doing jail-bait!’ I think it has a ring to it, don’t you?” She crossed her arms, looking more lethal than ever. He turned back around slowly, his blue eyes dark with anger. “You wouldn’t dare, that’s a lie!” Laura cocked her eyebrows at him in challenge and shrugged. “Who cares? After all, I work for a shitty tabloid, Princess.” He growled and nudged the blonde bimbo away from him, “Find a ride home, Caroline.” The blonde huffed, angrily stomping her foot. “But Derek, we were supposed to…hang out tonight.” “I’m sure you can find someone else to scratch that particular itch, Care, because it sure as hell won’t be me.” He smiled at her cruelly. Laura felt sorry for the blonde as she saw tears gathering in her blue eyes. The blonde stormed off, with one of the band members, a lanky guy with spiky hair, following her. The rest of his band scattered off, quite obviously wanting to avoid the altercation about to occur. Laura turned back to Derek, “Was that necessary?” “It’s your fault I had to do it.” He counted her matter of factly. “It’s my fault you’re a piece of shit?” Laura asked faux-innocently. He rolled his eyes in retort and pointed at his car. “As you can see, I drive a sports car built specifically for two. Now, Caroline could’ve of course sat in your lap, but I wasn’t sure if you swung that way.” Laura could’ve strangled him. Was he pure evil? ...