Wicked Ties Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Wicked Ties Chapter 2

... travelling in a dingy bus with the man she hated more than anything else on the planet? Steven sighed. “This is a stepping stone, Laura. The big chiefs read your story on Vega and they loved it. You didn’t hear this from me, but this could result in a pretty big promotion for you. All you need to do is follow him and his band around, and write about everything you see. Spare no details” Laura cringed. He really was an excellent fit for a tabloid editor, he knew just what strings to pull. She needed money. A promotion was something she’d dreamt of ever since she started her job a year ago. She would earn a little more, and have more leeway with the topics she chose to write about. If Derek Vega was the way to achieve that…She did have a mortgage to pay. Did she had a choice? But was it even ethical? She’d slept with the man and then let her personal feelings about him affect her writing. It was uncharacteristically unprofessional of her. She could feel a tiny migraine coming. “I don’t know, Steven, Can I have a little time to think it over?” “You have until tomorrow night. The bus takes off in 3 days.” Steven said. Laura nodded. She excused herself and walked out of his office with shaky legs. She sat down behind her desk and placed her head against the cool wooden surface. Life really was unfair. To choose between a brand spanking new title and the devil incarnate…I might as well have been called Sophie, she glumly thought. “What’s with the tortured writer act?” A cherry ...

... void asked. Laura didn’t raise her head. “I’m being kidnapped by rock stars.” “Jeez, did you just wake up today and decide to re-enact Almost Famous as a one-woman show?” Audrey laughed at her friend’s spontaneous movie reference. “I’m not kidding, Drey, Steve wants me to cover the first leg of The Immortals’ tour.” Laura raised her head just to glare at her friend. Audrey looked at her incredulously. “Seriously? Glitterati isn’t known for pieces like that. Are you going to do it?” “I don’t know. Maybe. I haven’t decided yet.” Laura muttered, already tired of the subject. “But why wouldn’t you?” Audrey asked. “I’m only an intern. But isn’t that a huge break from writing gossip blurbs?” Laura looked at her pointedly. “You’re right, you are just an intern, but that doesn’t mean you’re any less…right.” Sometimes she cursed the world for having such a smart best friend. How her friend was only fresh out of High School and already getting her life on track, she had no clue. She felt like a failure in comparison. “You’re not telling me something.” Audrey raised an eyebrow at her. Laura cursed the other girl in her head. She was a natural-born journalist, smelling scandals a mile away. Laura looked at the tiny recorder lying on her desk. It looked innocent enough, but what it contained…She hadn’t gotten around to erase the interview yet. All of a sudden, she was bombarded with very vivid flashbacks and she couldn’t help but blush. The man might’ve been a sleaze, but he knew what he was ...