As you make your way over to the bar
you considered the absurdity of your task for that evening. Your orders were to
seduce him – to get him interested. The plan was that once you’d gained his
trust he would open up – let vital information slip. It wouldn’t be the
first time you’d used your body in order to get want you wanted. But you close
your eyes and sigh… it was different this time. No matter how much you tried
to push the thought to the back of your mind you knew deep down that this time
was different. Most people only knew him as the lead singer of the Manics…
little did they know that by night he worked for the Government as a secret spy.
The thing was, you’d privately lusted over him most of your teenage life. Like
everyone else, you’d had your fantasies, and up until last week he was still
just a rock star in your mind. That was until you’d been told who he really
was… and what you were expected to do tonight. Before the shock had even
registered in your brain, you’d been told what to wear, what to say, and what
to do with him. The whole affair had been dealt with in such a matter of fact
way that the very sexual nature of the act that you were going to perform that
night (…because, you’d been informed, that’s the kind of thing he liked)
had become almost numb. It was as though you’d been programmed to be
physically close yet emotionally distant. But as the time grew nearer, when you
knew he would walk into the bar, your resolve to just do your job was weakening.
How could you not let yourself get close? How the hell had you got involved in
this kind of life? It couldn’t be healthy. You hadn’t even been told just
exactly why you had to go after him. That kind of information wasn’t for you
to worry about, you’d been told – you were just the whore-type-character who
had to f**k him. You’d never felt so degraded before. No other job had ever
made you feel this way. Why did it have to be him of all people? You thought
back to all the men you’d been ‘assigned’ to – most of whom whose faces
you couldn’t even remember. You tried to tell yourself that this was just your
job – that you shouldn’t feel guilty. But how could you bring yourself to
hurt someone who meant so much to you? Whether he knew that or not…
You’d just begun to silently argue with yourself that this was just work and you were getting paid for it when you spot him…
He walked into the bar and cast his eyes around the room. He was wearing that tight white v-neck t-shirt and black combats - his hair at that porn-star stage, clinging to the back of his neck. You watched him reach into his pocket and pull out his fags, lighting one up. It was then that he noticed you. This is it, you thought to yourself, work it, baby, work it.
Slowly he made his way over to the bar and, on ordering a Whiskey, he finally turned to speak to you. "Excuse me, but is this stool taken?" he asks in that sexy Welsh accent, referring to the empty bar stool directly next to you. Out of all the bars in all the joints in the world, why did you have to walk into this one? you silently thought to yourself, echoing your favourite film. You flash him your best I-want-to-get-naked-with-you-as-soon-as-possible smile. Taking that as an invitation, he sits down next to you – the smell of his aftershave already driving you wild with desire. You begin to chat, as two strangers do when they meet in a bar. "The name’s Bradfield… James Dean Bradfield", he grins offering you his hand.
You give him a cheeky smile, "They call me Penny… Penny Foreplay". Immediately his eyes light up. "Oh really? And why’s that?"
Playfully putting a finger to his lips you shush him, "Ah, that’s for me to know and for you to find out, honey" you whisper seductively. Hooked, he grins and orders you another drink. Hey, you think, you haven’t lost your charm; and as the evening draws on it becomes obvious that you’re both flirting with one another. Deliberately letting his leg brush your thigh every now and then, his eyes burn into yours. It’s a warm evening so when he suggests a walk to cool down you see your chance and are only too happy to oblige.
Never letting on that you know who he is, you find yourself down a dark, deserted street. You’re just in the middle of telling him about your ‘imaginary’ job when he suddenly grabs you from around the waist and pulls you to him. You can feel how hard he is through his trousers. A moment later you catch your breath. "Shall we just stop f**king about and get down to it?" he growls in your ear, seductively. Surprised, but incredibly turned on at his directness, you push him back against a nearby wall. "Ooh, I like a girl who’s not afraid of being dominant", he grins before your lips are on his – the two of you kissing passionately. When he goes to push you to your knees you don’t protest, remembering that this was, apparently, the kind of thing he liked. Ripping his flies open you tease him by licking the full length of his erect cock. Moaning, James looks down at you before grabbing your hair and thrusting deep into your mouth. Jesus, you think, this is what you’ve been dreaming about for years! Totally forgetting that you’re not there for your own pleasure, you really start to give him the blowjob of his life – letting him know just exactly why they call you Ms Foreplay. Setting the pace James slowly starts to move his hips against your mouth. Throwing his head back and closing his eyes you hear him murmur softly, "Aww baby, harder…harder…" He’s quick to cum and a moment later he groans, burning in your mouth. Almost immediately he pulls you back up to your feet, his mouth on yours again, his hands in your hair. A second later and he’s spun you round and is pushing you up against the wall, his hands dropping to your thighs and edging your dress up. Shit, you think, this is going too fast. And as much as you really don’t want to stop him, you gently push him away. "What’s wrong, baby?" he whispers, cupping your face with his hands. You’re about to tell him that you’re shy and want to take things slowly, but the fact that you’ve just had him in your mouth doesn’t really support that notion. Instead you make up some lame excuse and arrange to meet him another night. Obviously disappointed James gives you that ‘little boy lost’ look of his (…think Everything Must Go video when he looks straight into the camera). Your legs feel weak. More than anything you just want him to throw you up against the wall and take you right there and then, but you know it just isn’t part of the ‘master plan’. As you walk away from him, hailing a taxi, your heart is pounding. You know damn well why you didn’t want it to go any further…and it certainly had nothing to do with the ‘plan’. You didn’t want to get close – it’s what you fear most in your line of work – it could be your ruin. And as you climb into the back of the taxi you can’t help the tears that are forming in your eyes…
But before you have a chance to meet up with him again, all hell breaks lose. You’re told on the phone that Bradfield has apparently uncovered a top-secret operation headed by the guy you’re working for – Dr. Mark Sutherland
The risk that James will find out you’re involved is too great – you’re immediately called to Sutherland’s office.
When you walk into his office a meeting is already in progress. Various slides are been shown on an overhead projector of Bradfield’s latest movements (…it now sounds as though he’s dancing!) You’re told to take a seat and sit in silence. Surveillance shots of James…leaving the studio, talking on his mobile, leaving his flat…looking GORGEOUS! You have to control yourself. You know that if they notice your reaction you’ll immediately be replaced, and the thought of never seeing him again fills you with more fear than having to face him once again and resist the temptation of being seduced. Damn it, you think, this is supposed to be the other way round! Once the others leave, Sutherland turns his attention to you. Informing you that Bradfield will be killed if he’s found anywhere near Sutherland’s offices, you’re given your next instructions. Above all you’re told to keep your mouth shut. In a daze you leave his office and make your way to the multi-storey car park where you’ve parked. But as you approach your car your stomach knots. A familiar figure is waiting for you…
James glares at you and immediately you know he’s found out who you are. "Just part of the job the other night, was it?" he spits. Your eyes fill with tears, and you don’t know why. "I suppose you’re the whore they chose to seduce me", he continues.
"James…I promise you…it’s not like that…" you begin, but James just throws you a filthy look and your voice trails into silence. Suddenly you remember Sutherland’s threat. "James, you have to listen to me. You’re in danger here…if they find you they’ll…" but you’re interrupted as you feel his hand across your face. He’s slapped you. So shocked are you that you stumble backwards. The look on James’ face is now one of absolute fury and you’re not quite sure whether to be turned on or scared. "Who told you who I am?" he yells at you, raising his fist. You can’t understand why he’s so hurt. I mean, like he said, you’re nothing – you’re just the slut who’ll do anything for money…right? But why then is James acting as though you meant more to him than that – as though you’re someone really close who’s betrayed his trust, his friendship? Before you can get your head around it and make sense of it all something inside you suddenly snaps. Now it’s time for you to be angry. He obviously uses women all the time – groupies, etc. Damn it, he was just using you the other night in that alley. Why the sudden double standards? Couldn’t you use men, too? Defiant, you push him out of your way and go to open the car door. But James lunges forward and slams it shut again, grabbing hold of your wrist. His face is dangerously close to yours, his eyes burning into the back of your head.
Racing down the motorway (…why does that sound soooooo English?) it becomes obvious that you’re being followed. "Why didn’t you tell me?" James yells.
"I did!" you yell back, furious, "…But you interrupted me, remember?" Ridiculous, you think to yourself, it’s now obvious that you’re both attracted to each other and you’re still fighting!
"Reach into my jacket", James orders you. You do as you’re told and find a small Magnum (???) gun. James sees the astonishment on your face. "What did you think I’d carry if I was working for the Government? My Les Paul?" he laughs rather sarcastically. You shoot him a look that’s a mixture of hate and lust, to which he just grins, making you wild with desire. "I’m gonna try and lose them…" he says, "…hold on". With that he suddenly makes a sharp left (…on a motorway? You can tell I don’t drive!), turning off the motorway and into a dark and deserted lay-by. You watch as Sutherland’s cars race past you and disappear from sight. You’ve lost them.
Immediately you seize your chance, coming to the conclusion that James is probably safer without you. Snatching the door handle you try and make your escape but James manages to grab hold of your shoulder and pulls you back into your seat. As a last resort you lash out at him, hitting him in the stomach and winding him for a few seconds – just long enough for you to break free. It was the last thing you wanted to do but you know it’ll save him in the long run. Running round the back of the car you think you’ve made it… but then you suddenly run smack-bang into James, who has managed to crawl out of the car. His face like thunder, he grabs hold of your arms. "What the f**k are you doing?" he hisses. You struggle, somewhat unsuccessfully, as James reaches into his jacket and whips out a pair of handcuffs (…yes, he’s Mary Poppins! He has everything in that jacket of his!) Slapping them round your wrists you make one final attempt to escape and kick him in the shins… Now he really loses his temper.
"Right, that’s it", he growls, "I know what’ll calm you down". And with that he forces you face-first down onto the boot of the car, as he unzips his flies with one hand. Then, turning you round and pushing you back onto the car boot, he pushes himself between your legs. Your arms above your head, the more you struggle the tighter the handcuffs become. You moan as you feel him burning between your thighs, the head of his c--- teasing your clit. (And this is supposed to calm us down???) Leaning over you, pushing harder against your sex, he breathes in your ear "I’m going to make you beg for this". You try and push your hips further towards him, dying to feel him deeper inside you, but he just tortures you and pulls his pelvis away. You moan, desperate. "Tell me the other night was more than you just doing your job and I’ll give you what you want", James whispers. When you don’t answer he gently brushes his cock against your opening, making you gasp. "You only have to say three little words…" he breathes seductively. Just one more touch and you’re on the verge of exploding. It suddenly becomes too much. "Yes, it was", you moan in his ear. At that he thrusts inside you with such a force that you cry out – startled by the sudden penetration. Arching your back, he pushes deeper and deeper inside you, hitting every nerve. You bring your handcuffed arms down around his neck and pull him even closer to you. His lips move from your neck down to your breasts. A moment later and he’s pulled your dress down over your shoulders, exposing your erect nipples. (Hey, you’re a Blonde girl – you don’t wear a bra!) Taking one in his mouth he begins to brutally suck – almost to the point of it being painful. But the pain just mixes with the pleasure and you feel your orgasm building up. Thrusting into you harder, faster, and deeper every time, his breathing quickens. And just when you think you can take no more, he cums deep inside you as your own orgasm washes over your body. He collapses on top of you, panting into your neck. When you both get your breath back he turns and kisses you gently on the lips. "Did you mean what you said?" he whispers, looking intensely into your eyes. But before you can answer you hear the sound of screeching tyres and realise that Sutherland and his (Melody Maker) gang have found you…
Still on top of you, James looks up and spots Sutherland’s car racing towards you both. Quickly reaching for his gun (…which one? Wink, wink, nudge, nudge!) he very calmly aims it at the approaching car. Leaning over you, his neck close to your lips, his body pressing against yours, James fires two shots. A moment later you hear the sound of a car screeching to a halt and sirens. James climbs off you and you pull your dress back into shape before turning round to see what’s happened. James had managed to puncture Sutherland’s tyres, causing him to collide into a barrier at the side of the road. A passing police car (…how very convenient) had seen and, on the directions of James: 00Manic, License to shag, was now arresting Sutherland and his crew. You breath a sigh of relief…
As the police car pulls away, carrying Sutherland and his gang, James turns and walks back to you. Seeing the relief on your face he grins and says, "You didn’t really answer my question". Knowing in an instant that you’re forgiven, you smile and pull James to you, kissing him. "Yes, it was more than just work", you whisper. At that word James pulls you up off the boot of the car, where you’d been sitting. "Where are you taking me?" you ask, suddenly worried.
"Home", he grins, and pushes you into the car.
(Special thanks to Daria, Nan, Dj and Finn for inspiration; and Mona for finding a copy of this after I thought it was lost!)