Wicked Ties - Sex Stories

Wicked Ties

It was official. She was going to kill Steven. What kind of an editor would send a journalist to cover a story as vapid as this one? Laura smirked to herself, disillusioned. The headline, “Derek Vega – God of Sex, Prophet of Rock” was downright top notch for Glitterati, the turd of a tabloid she worked for. Beggars couldn’t be choosers, she reminded herself. It was a miracle that she’d even gotten the job. A 25- year old community college graduate with no previous work experience truly was the beggar of the capitalist world. After the death of her parents, she’d been formed to say goodbye to dreams of serious, journalism in exchange for being able to provide for her brother. Interning for a major mazing wasn’t an option to those who needed to find 17- year old stoners. It was because of this, that Laura Bale found herself waiting in line to see The Immortals play their first major New York gig. At an underground club like The Black Death though, the music simply served as an excuse for finding a hot body to grind up against. She looked down at herself once more, cursing Steven to yet again for sending her on a job that made her feel like Nemo on dry land. Or Shamu, she thought, as she stared at the anorexic skanks lined up ahead of her. She was dressed in a black pencil skirt and a white, ruffled shirt, completely work- appropriate and reporter chic. She looked cute, at least by her own standards. Only cute wasn’t going to get her by in a place that catered only for women ...

... dressed in napkins. Laura tugged at her shirt self- consciously and took a few steps forwards with the rest of the line. She looked down at her watch, thanking her lucky stars, that she still had 30 minutes before the band was set the begin their set. What was the plan again? Oh yes, to spend 2 hours listening to some emo music written by a nail-polish wearing punk, and afterwards beg said punk for an interview. Laura couldn’t help the grimace that spread across her face. She didn’t even understand why this Derek Vega guy was worthy of her precious time. She hadn’t even heard of him before Steven called her up today. Apparently he and his band were the hottest new band in town, it was her job to see if the man lived up to the myth of a womanizing asshat. As Steven had vaguely told her, this Derek character was quite the ladies’ man. Laura had rolled her eyes so hard on the phone at that, she’d been amazed that Steven hadn’t heard it from across the city. Why it was that woman were drawn to men who screams into a mic, while looking like angsty 13- year old boys? What was it about the mysterious bad boy persona that could cause a chain reaction panties dropping? At least you knew what you got when you went with the wholesome guy, she thought. Laura groaned audibly. Why couldn’t her brain ever remember that the first and last wholesome guy in her life had also crushed her heart? Matt had left for 6 months ago, telling her that she was too focused on her career. She’d found it ...