Stage Fright: A Hot Interracial BWWM Western Rockstar Erotic Story (Her Rocker Book 1) by Ja'lah Jones Page B
Authors: Ja'lah Jones
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I’d ever been in. People moved with the blaring music on the dance floor and the light pulsated with the sound. The only difference was probably the amount of money people paid for the drinks, and the kinds of drugs being done in the bathroom.
“Hey, let’s go get a drink,” Lianna shouted at me over the sound of the throbbing music. I nodded back at her and followed her to the bar.
It was a while before the bartender got to us and I had time to look around at my fellow party goers. I had been wrong, there was another difference between regular clubs and this club. Everyone in this club seemed to be a model. Perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect teeth. Hell, even the bartender looked like he could be in a magazine.
He smiled at us as he asked what we wanted to drink, his teeth almost glowed in the black light.
“I’ll have a Melon Ball,” Lianna said. The bartender nodded and then looked at me.
“What about you.”
“Just a Coke please,” I said, flashing my hand in explanation.
“Got it, be right back.” Only a few minutes passed before he was handing us our frosty cold glasses. He told us what we owed and I was shocked at the price of my little glass of soda, it would be the only one I’d be able to drink all night. I’d have to sip it carefully and guard it with my life, one random awkward step and I’d be drinkless for the rest of the night. And that wouldn’t do, because holding a drink was almost as good as having a shield. You could pretend to be absorbed in it if all other attempts at human interaction failed.
“I’ve got to find Justin. If nothing else I want to bask in his presence at least,” Lianna said, her eyes travelling around the room.
“Is he the lead singer?” I asked. I’d seen the band before but I wasn’t very familiar with the members.
“Are you kidding me? He’s the insanely hot one that plays everything from piano to drums to lead guitar. What planet do you live on?” she rolled her eyes at me, “Besides, the lead singer is having an affair with Lindsey Lopez.” Lianna crinkled her nose, I’d already heard all about how skanky Lindsey Lopez was.
We stood around scoping the place for a few minutes but then Lianna was off and mingling with people she thought looked interesting. I didn’t mind, I never really minded, I couldn’t expect people to sit around in corners with me, which is why I never really went to parties. And Lianna was on the clock tonight, so she got an extra pass for abandoning me.
I moved from the bar and walked through the crowd, trying to find an empty place to squeeze into and disappear until Lianna finished whatever it was she needed to do.
The place seemed to be getting more crowded by the moment. Elbows bumped into me, toes grazed over mine, drinks came inches from being sloshed onto me. This was really out of my comfort zone. Why would people choose to pack themselves this tightly into a room this dark with music this loud?
“Hey!” a guy yelled at me and then mumbled something I couldn’t understand.
“WHAT?” I screamed back.
Bent down closer to me and yelled into my ear, “Do you want to dance?”
I looked to where he was pointing, there was obviously an unseen dance floor somewhere. I couldn’t imagine it would be any different than standing right where we were and swaying except we’d have to jostle about half the population of New York in order to get to the designated swaying area.
I shook my head and continued on my way, trying to make it to the wall so that maybe I could squeeze close to it and escape some of the bodies that were pressing against me. I had almost made it when I felt a hand grab my arm, before I could turn I felt the hot breath on my ear.
“Hey, I said let’s dance.”
I looked back at the guy who was squeezing my arm painfully. Handsome but drunk, and obviously used to getting his way.
“And I said no, get your
“Hey, let’s go get a drink,” Lianna shouted at me over the sound of the throbbing music. I nodded back at her and followed her to the bar.
It was a while before the bartender got to us and I had time to look around at my fellow party goers. I had been wrong, there was another difference between regular clubs and this club. Everyone in this club seemed to be a model. Perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect teeth. Hell, even the bartender looked like he could be in a magazine.
He smiled at us as he asked what we wanted to drink, his teeth almost glowed in the black light.
“I’ll have a Melon Ball,” Lianna said. The bartender nodded and then looked at me.
“What about you.”
“Just a Coke please,” I said, flashing my hand in explanation.
“Got it, be right back.” Only a few minutes passed before he was handing us our frosty cold glasses. He told us what we owed and I was shocked at the price of my little glass of soda, it would be the only one I’d be able to drink all night. I’d have to sip it carefully and guard it with my life, one random awkward step and I’d be drinkless for the rest of the night. And that wouldn’t do, because holding a drink was almost as good as having a shield. You could pretend to be absorbed in it if all other attempts at human interaction failed.
“I’ve got to find Justin. If nothing else I want to bask in his presence at least,” Lianna said, her eyes travelling around the room.
“Is he the lead singer?” I asked. I’d seen the band before but I wasn’t very familiar with the members.
“Are you kidding me? He’s the insanely hot one that plays everything from piano to drums to lead guitar. What planet do you live on?” she rolled her eyes at me, “Besides, the lead singer is having an affair with Lindsey Lopez.” Lianna crinkled her nose, I’d already heard all about how skanky Lindsey Lopez was.
We stood around scoping the place for a few minutes but then Lianna was off and mingling with people she thought looked interesting. I didn’t mind, I never really minded, I couldn’t expect people to sit around in corners with me, which is why I never really went to parties. And Lianna was on the clock tonight, so she got an extra pass for abandoning me.
I moved from the bar and walked through the crowd, trying to find an empty place to squeeze into and disappear until Lianna finished whatever it was she needed to do.
The place seemed to be getting more crowded by the moment. Elbows bumped into me, toes grazed over mine, drinks came inches from being sloshed onto me. This was really out of my comfort zone. Why would people choose to pack themselves this tightly into a room this dark with music this loud?
“Hey!” a guy yelled at me and then mumbled something I couldn’t understand.
“WHAT?” I screamed back.
Bent down closer to me and yelled into my ear, “Do you want to dance?”
I looked to where he was pointing, there was obviously an unseen dance floor somewhere. I couldn’t imagine it would be any different than standing right where we were and swaying except we’d have to jostle about half the population of New York in order to get to the designated swaying area.
I shook my head and continued on my way, trying to make it to the wall so that maybe I could squeeze close to it and escape some of the bodies that were pressing against me. I had almost made it when I felt a hand grab my arm, before I could turn I felt the hot breath on my ear.
“Hey, I said let’s dance.”
I looked back at the guy who was squeezing my arm painfully. Handsome but drunk, and obviously used to getting his way.
“And I said no, get your
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