Sex,Lies, and Bondage Tape

"Sorry, Clayton," a voice declared, "but I think we've got a groupie on the loose."

A groupie? They had to be talking about her. Her heart sank to her boots. Jesus, could this get any worse?

Jay moved away from Clayton, turning towards the voice.

Over Clayton's shoulder, she could see the attractive security bloke give a reassuring nod to Jay.

"I'm on the case, but I thought Clayton would rather know."

"Sure thing, Tommy," Clayton replied through tense lips, hauling his zipper shut.

With no small effort, Kelly noticed. Forcing that meaty erection under-cover was inevitably going to be a tough job. He looked positively exasperated, and who could blame him?

Sweat had now gathered in her cleavage. The combination of arousal and agitation was causing chaos inside her, threatening to unhinge her. She wanted to bolt for the door, push past the big bloke, and make a run for it. The remaining bit of sense she owned told her that would be the wrong thing to do.

A moment later, the big bloke ducked out and Clayton stalked over to the dressing table. Jay joined him and she could hear reassuring murmurs, but Kelly's attention was now focused on something else entirely — the door to the corridor had been left open. Could she make it?

Clayton and Jay were facing away, which would give her a head start. Go girl, you can do it. She counted to three, took a deep breath, and then crept out of her hole. Squeezing through the clothes, she tiptoed across the floor. Gathering speed as she got to the door, she grabbed the doorframe, rounded the corner — and ran straight into a wall of muscle.

Stunned, her eyes shut and then opened, cautiously. Peeking upwards, she recognized the granite jaw of the security man in the leather jacket. Oh joy, I've run straight into him. One large, powerful hand clamped against her back, winding her as he locked her in against him.

He gave a husky laugh, keeping her pinned close to him. "Not so fast, lady."

Looking up, she saw the stubble on his chin, his twinkling eyes and the thick, dark blonde hair that fell across his forehead. He was indeed a particularly fit looking specimen of a man, even if he did have her trapped in a vise. Under different circumstances, she might have bought him a drink.

Coughing, she wriggled her crushed boobs free, trying to make a point. She was a bona fide ticket buyer—she couldn't be treated this way. Could she? She stomped her foot on the floor, the only part of her body that she could actually move. "Let me go, I only wanted an autograph for a friend."

"That's what they all say." He lifted her bodily, leaving her feet dangling. "Autographs are available through the fan site."

"But I—"

"Groupie hunt over," he bellowed along the corridor.

His voice rumbled through her chest, making her pulse race. Perplexed at the effect he had on her, she prodded him with the finger he had jammed against his pecs. "How dare you. I'm not a groupie."

He looked down at her with amusement, green eyes narrowed with interest. He had a wide smile, teasing.

"Nice job, Tommy boy." It was Clayton and he was behind her.

She glanced back and then peered up at the big bloke beseechingly, hoping he wouldn't reveal that she'd just shot out of Clayton's dressing room.

"Give her hell, Tommy," Jay's voice announced. "She's all yours, call it a perk of the job."

Kelly's jaw dropped. He couldn't mean that, surely.

Without warning, the big man laughed, lifted her, and threw her over his shoulder.

Shocked, she clutched at the back of his jacket for balance, her world spinning. He had her in a fireman's lift and there was nothing she could do about it. Voices and laughter from farther down the corridor assured her that others were watching the whole embarrassing scene. Her boobs were spilling out of her top, her bottom sticking in the air for all to see. And yet...somehow the idea of being carried away by the big bloke got to her. Sexually. She heated through in a flash and then whimpered, clutching at his massive, muscled body through his clothing.

He stroked the back of her leather-clad thighs with one warm hand.

That felt good, really good, and the way he had her positioned, her leather hipsters were pulled tight into her pussy, driving her crazy. Focus, she told herself. You might be in an intensely physical and compromised situation, but be sensible and use your head.

"Okay, it was wrong of me to come down here," she admitted, waving one hand. "But I only wanted an autograph for a friend, an injured friend who couldn't make it. I didn't mean to do anything else, honestly."

"Oh, but you did. You were a naughty girl, and you'll be punished." He gave a rumbling laugh and then set off. His hands were locked tightly around the back of her thighs.

She swore aloud. Her boobs were almost out of her top now and she felt as if the whole world was looking at her. The corridor shifted in her vision and two pairs of feet came into view—presumably Clayton and Jay.