Take Me Away (Closed)

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A Closed thread for RoleplayMaster


All she had wanted to do was stop in and buy a drink. Her meeting with her manager had gone completely south far sooner than she had expected, Bernie demanding that she take up another tour by the end of the year.
"But I still have a record to finish!"
"You think they care about that? Get your ass out there and sell, kid!"
"I can't do that and record! My throat is already killing me!"
"It's called lipsynching, Nicki. You think the fans really give a shit about your voice? You get out there, wear your skimpy little numbers, and shake your ass. That's all that matters. We got'ya singin' enough to cover the actual fuckin' music!"

That was the slap in the face.
The realization.
No one cared about her voice.

Alcohol. Drink. Now. Lots.
Turn off the brain.
Now. Alcohol.
Bernie could bitch all he wanted later.

She had slipped on sunglasses as she entered the little gas station, her hair pulled back, her attempt to blend in, be another face. It was rare for her to even do this anymore, to simply walk in and shop.

She feared being noticed. Being recognized.

But damn did she need a drink.

Two forty ounces were plunked onto the counter, peering back out to the car waiting outside. Her Mercedes looked so out of place between the older model Fords and Chevys. She wondered if she could trade it in. Go back to a more every day car. Could she even handle that?

"I will need to see your license, madam," The man behind the counter chirped out with his heavy accent, tapping the register to indicate the ID law. "You look far less than 35. ID, ID please. Let me see your ID."

"Yeah. Heard you the first time." She started to paw through her purse, halting as the radio started playing her latest release, Just Another Song. She stared at the counter for a moment, hesitating to bring out her license. "You know what? I think I'd rather just. Get a Pepsi." She reached for the bottles, starting for the fridge section once again.

The sudden slam of the doors behind her was certainly unexpected, the man behind the register just as surprised. The two other occupants of the store had reactions of their own as the man who entered pulled out a gun, waving it furiously at the cashier as he filled bags with money from the register. A scream. High pitched. That came from. The guy beside her.
Wow.

Nicki pushed herself against the fridge door, staring in horror as the man with the gun glared in their direction as the bottles slipped from her hands. "Sorry," She breathed out, her eyes widening as he approached.

He forced them all into the back room, demanding the cashier open the giant cooler, Nicki's song still playing in the overhead music system. The man grabbed out for her, the sudden motion causing her sunglasses to fall off.

The stare between them was one of slow recognition on his part. He knew who she was. Damn song wasn't helping. "Please, just-" She began, gasping as he pointed the gun into her face, growling at her that she was to come with him. Nicki choked, staring at him, nodding as the gun's barrel stayed the main focus of her gaze. "Sure. Okay. Just. Put that down. Please." Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper.

He closed the freezer door, locking the three inside as he pulled her back up front, snatching his bags and hastily pulling her outside.
Her car. He demanded into it. She slipped into the driver's seat, him joining her with the gun against her temple and demanding she drive. "Where?"

No response, just a jab of the gun.
She simply gunned the gas, heading South down the main road.

Don't kill me. Fuck. Don't kill me.

All because she needed That. Damn. Drink.


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Nichole Marino (Aka Nicki Von Lux, Pop Singer- her latest album, Beauty Story, was among the top 10.)
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He finally talked. Reminding her on the gun, the way it felt. Nicki tightened her hands on the wheel, trying to keep her wits about her, keep her focus on the road. The mention of another pistol brought her eyes from the road briefly, glancing over with a horrified look on her face. Was he implying-

No. An actual gun. She wasn't sure if that was better or worse.

She turned where he indicated, listening as he turned up his radio and commented on the silence. Nicki tightened those fingers a bit more, taking a sharp breath. "You locked them in a freezer," she noted softly, refusing to take her eyes from the road. "Who could call?" The words on how easily he was slipping away knotted her stomach, glad to finally have the stop as he jabbed at a garage. Pulling in, she stayed in the driver's seat as he pulled his carry from the backseat, every bag back there hucked into his own vehicle. Her eyes widened as her pink gym bag passed her rearview mirror's path, quickly turning to look out the window to find him standing there and pulling her out of the car. The invite for a beer received a stare, the starlet's face chagrined as he directed her to the new driver's seat.

A new state, a new gas station. Again? He calmed that concern, but still reminded her of what he can and will do if she tries to go. Slipping from the car as he headed into the store, she wondered if she could get the car started and out of here before he came back. If she could find her agent from her. Even get a call out on her cell phone before-

He came back. Damn it. Nicki ripped the nozzle from the pump, staring in at the man in thhe car as she fueled the vehicle. Finally getting back in, she pulled the car from the lot, following his directions still. Her glances kept returning to that gun, bouncing from metal and road. The hotel he guided them to was far less than what she had become so accustomed to, staying perfectly still in the car as he unloaded into what must have been a pre-booked room. He had all of this just so planned out. It almost made her wonder if he somehow even made her get so angry with her manager.

He asked on her pink bag. She nodded quickly, not wanting to move too much. "My gym clothes and some street clothes," she replied, frowning as he snatched it and brought it in with his own things. Coming with him, she stood close to the closed door, hesitating as he gestured for her to come sit with him.

Angering him may not be a good idea. She sat.
"I. Wanted a drink. I just wanted some alcohol. I had a bit of a fight and. It doesn't matter." She sat down slowly, calming somewhat with the gun set aside. "Yes. I'm scared. Very scared." His other question confused her, glancing at him as he casually drank his beer. "What do I... I guess I don't know. I think you're insane. I don't know what's happening and I'm scared you're going to shoot me. That's about the most I have right now."

 

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She stared at the drink, taking it cautiously and taking a sip. "My manager would kill me." She shrugged slightly with that, taking another sip. He asked her age, a question that caused her lips to hold the bottle a bit longer, setting it down with a sighing laugh. "He makes me lie about it. To seem older, actually. My tour. It's sponsored by a beer company. But they won't sponsor a 19 year old. So he got me an ID under Nicki Von Lux. She's 21. Nichole Marino, however. She just turned twenty last month. God he can be suck a prick."

He asked why she was so angry what made them fight. She explained on that, the whole fight she had with Bernie- her career being nothing more than a dancing Barbie doll. It was odd talking about such things with a stranger, let alone a man who she met in such an unexpected and frightening way. Still, to get it out, and to add in her own complaints about the moneygrubbing manager, felt pretty good.

Nicki went quiet for a few minutes after that, simply drinking at the beer and stsring at the floor. When he said she had nothing to be afraid of from him, her eyes closed a bit, wondering if she could trust this. When asked if she was good, she nodded, still avoiding looking over at him for the moment. His explanation on how he didn't truly intend to harm anyone seemed truthful enough, though the warning on not crossing him set uncomfortably.

"I. I can listen," Nicki replied, nodding as she looked over, the promise of not being shot barely soothing her, only to jump a bit as he warned on crossing him. "No! No of course not!" She looked to the bag as he pulled it onto the bed to go through it. Nicki reddened a touch as he pulled out her clothes and underthings, demanding she get changed. She went to take them from him, confused as he drew them back and told her to do it there. "What? No! I'm not going to-" The gun beside him was more the pull of her attention than his words, sighing and nodding pulling off her tee and starting to undresd.

He wanted everything off? Nicki hesitated again, slowly undoing her bra to leave her C cup breasts exposed as she faced him. No longer looking at him, she removed her jeans, wriggling jer panties off as well. She finally looked back to him, red and embarassed as she held out her hand. "My clothes. Please."

Taking the skirt, the little blue thong she had forgotten was even in there, she stood there a moment, simply holding them against her. "So what now? We get changed and just. What? Run for Mexico or something?"

 

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Nicki was still uncertain on telling this guy so many details about her life, but now that the guns had left his immediate reach, she started to feel a bit more comfortable. Spilling out few other little lies Bernie convinced her would better her career - the porn magazine spread a few months ago, how she had actually cried for days before going in for it... The way he made her tell reporters she grew up in New York City, when she actually came from a farm in Arkansas... The lie he spread that Nicki slept with four different stage hands during her tour, when truthfully the teen was still a virgin. "Bernie said people liked to hear stories on stars being rambunctious. That sex helped sell anything...," she explained.

His request for info on Bernie startled her. "Bernie's full name? Uh. Why? He. Um. Bernard Sanders. His address? I don't- uh. He's at the Gifford Building." She gave him an odd look as he scribbled it down, the muttering on dealing with him worrying her. "Bernie may be an ass but he doesn't deserve to be hurt or anything!," she started, her eyes wide.

The comments on her body brought a blush to her face, still trying to keep herself covered as she put on the new clothes. The glimpse of her mound could be seen as she pulled her hand away to put on the underwear, a trimmed tiny triangular patch of auburn hair above her sex. Wriggling the skirt up and over her hips, a little horseshoe and clover tattoo could be spotted on the left side of her ribs, small area of ink that the magazine had actually airbrushed out. He had already seen more than the magazine readers had, as Nicki pleaded with Bernie to let her keep at least her panties on for the shoot. He had been furious but agreed in the end.


"No, sir, never been," she replied softly, shaking her head. She kept her eyes on him as requested as he stood up and changed himself, Nicki trying hard not to glance downward as his pants found the floor. So he had a plan, but was unwilling to share it. At least he wasn't flying blind and going to get her killed along the way in a police shoot out or something.
Ohgod. Her eyes fell. She saw. And reddened even more.
"Um." Her eyes went back up. He didn't see, did he? He saw. Oh. Uh oh.
The smirking addition on not finishing their state of dress had Nicki frozen, staring at him.
"I. Just. I didn't. Mean."

She hastily reached over the bed, grabbing the little camisole shirt from her bag.
Nicki looked back to him, holding the shirt in her hands tightly. Was he implying he wanted her to stay undressed? It was hard to tell joking from serious, if he were testing her compliance or not.
Did she really want to push it?
She dropped the shirt, looking up at him.
"Then. I won't."

 

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That helped, somewhat, to hear Bernie was for the most part safe from harm. The way it was said left a slight concern, but it was hard to keep the thoughts of her sleazy manager as her friendly captor pulled her closer and ran his hand against her skin. Nicki shivered at his touch, looking up at him with a gaze so deadset she almost forgot to blink.

Story? Oh. Her tattoos. "Luck," she replied simply. "I felt I needed it when I moved out here."
Her breath caught as he moved closer still, the naked gunman pressing himself against her. His words caused her to redden once again, her eyes refusing to stay on him. "My last boyfriend was staged. The most he did was take his shirt off and hug me when the cameras showed up. I've. I've never. On the internet, maybe, but not in person."

He was staring down at her, drawing her gaze back to his as he requested the truth and her thoughts. "You're not at all like the robbers they show on television. They make them come off so scary and angry and just. Not like this. God, I feel like I was taken for a road trip by a counselor, not a guy who robbed a gas station!" She actually managed to laugh, a real laugh, with that. "I can't say I'm not still afraid of you. But it's certainly not as much as before." She continued to watch his eyes, curious on him. "You know my name. My real one. Can I know yours? Or don't you trust me?"

 

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"Maybe I'm your luck," Nicki suggested softly, smiling a bit as he ran his fingers along her sides. It was still strange to feel him touch her, to be topless before a man she didn't know. Funny that he already seemed to care more on her thoughts and what bothered her than her own manager, the guy who claimed he was only looking out for her. Yeah. Right.

When he asked on what she had been referring to earlier, she drew in a breath, not wanting to go into it, but. But he wanted her to tell him everything. Not hide anything. The mention of not crossing him was still there, the reminder that even with his friendly ways, he was still the one in charge here. "A man naked," she blurted, looking out the corners of her eyes to the television to keep from looking at him. "I've never seen a man naked before, other than online. I've never seen. That. Your..." She was 19. Pretended to be 21. And still couldn't say it. "I've never. Never seen- I've never seen a man's dick before!" She hurriedly spat it out, looking back up at him as he held her.

He seemed to debate her question for his name, his own comments on it bringing a confused look to her face before he suddenly kissed her softly. She hadn't expected that at all. She froze up, simply standing there. Shocked. Confused. She heard him speak, confess his name. Say he trusted her to keep it and not say anything. Nicki nodded slowly, her breathing coming in extended heavy breaths. This was. Overwhelming.
He kissed her again. Ben. Ben kissed her. Held her and brought his lips back to hers.
Nicki actually managed to moan, her lips parting to kiss him in return as her hands started to crawl up his bare chest. This was crazy, she knew it. She was actually kissing the man who basically kidnapped her. And she was liking it?

 

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"I shouldn't have done that," Nicki stated softly, looking up at him and shaking her head. "I shouldn't. I don't even know you. All I know is your name. That you just robbed a gas station, that you stole my car, stole me, and here I am, kissing you? What is wrong with me?"

Even with the argument she gave to herself, the scolding she prattled out as he held her, she refused to actually pull away. She liked the feel of his hands against her, keeping her close. What she had told him on her relationships was truth. No real boyfriend that actually took a true interest in her in over 2 years. No one that actually cared to pay attention to her aside from her body. He sat there and let her ramble on with her problems. Encouraged her to let out more. It confused her. Why would he even do that?

She can't help but look back to those eyes as his hands run against her sides, his words seeming in disbelief over her confession, Nicki's head shaking before he kissed her again. Ohgod, why did he keep doing that. She really, really wanted to hate him right now. To be furious and know this was wrong. To want to go back to that feeling of Needing to get away from him.

But she couldn't. The guy had kidnapped her, and she just didn't want to go back. She had her fame with Bernie, but it all felt so fake. It wasn't even her that had it. It was the creation he made, the girl she played for him. Nothing about her was actually a part of Nicole.

Ben here. He saw Nicole. He was holding Nicole and kissing her. Wanted to hear her. Somehow made her feel safe even with the gun on the bed and the threat of not crossing him.

He asked what she thought of what she had seen.
She stared up at him, her lips opening. Closing. Opening.

"I. It's big."
She let a tiny smile crack through, finding her own statement rather pathetic. "I mean. I, um." She laughed nervously, shivering in his hands. "It... It looks so much different than those photoshopped things online."

Her eyes widened as he offered a secondary viewing, stiffening up a bit in his hands. "Yes please," She suddenly whispered out, still wondering how these words kept managing to come out of her. "May- Would you be alright with- Can I touch it?"

 

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Nicki blushed again as he asked his questions, wondering if he was intending to tease her. To make her redden more. She knew how unlike the persona Bernie created she truly was, a shy thing around guys, a hesitant thing when it came to sex. Nicki Von Lux was a sex kitten. She would sprawl and purr, beg and take. Nichole, however, felt uneasy even when the mere word sex showed up in her lyrics.

"No, sir. Not. Not too big. It's just-" She was lost on what to say now. She'd buried herself, she really had. "It's just more than I thought. Not. Not to say I thought about your- um." That was making the hole deeper.

His offer to touch received a wide-eyed stare, hesitantly reaching out to gently touch the crown of his cock. Her thumb ran against the soft silky texture of his skin, looking down between them for a brief moment. She swallowed once more, looking up as his deepened voice spoke, his hands coming to find her shoulders and easing her to her knees. Nicki shivered a bit, keeping her fingers against him, trading for her full hand. Her other joined, the teen starlet setting upon her knees before her captor and stroking his cock gently with both hands. She pushed it from side to side lightly, not wanting to hurt him, but simply to peek as he had told her. She lifted his shaft up a bit, her fingertips running along the pouch of skin beneath.

She looked up at him again, slowly starting to take her hands away. "Is. Is this why you made me come? Did you think I was completely like the Nicki they make me play? I don't want to be her, Ben. She has money but nothing else. I want to be Nichole again."

 

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She continued to look up at him as he explained his own thoughts on the situation, her own situation, and the current matter before them. Nicki slowly brought her gaze back to down to what was presented before her, listening as he gave his appreciation on her honesty. It still felt so strange to be sharing all this with him, but she truly felt he cared more about what she had to say than the people that supposedly wanted to do so much for her. Bernie only cared when she was bringing in money, being a whore upon the stage for the pimp in the wings.

"Show 'em the goods, baby. Grind the mic stand. Flash a bit more skin, Nicki! They want tits, kid! They want sex!"
And he wondered why she cried back in her dressing room. It wasn't nerves. It was hatred. Self loathing. Her whole dream of being a singer was nothing like she expected.

Instead, she was finding more compassion towards her from a man that had pressed a gun to her head. It was no longer there, but a hand caressing her cheek, smoothing her hair, offering her comforts and honesty. He wanted her to be her. Nichole, who was still confused and afraid, who couldn't sing a song even containing the word sex without blushing furiously.

He called her. Special.
His Special Girl. She looked back up to him with widened eyes, studying his expression.
Special.

He offered her a chance to kiss it, experiment with what he presented to her, his hand still running gently on her skin. Her gaze fell back to his erect length, her head lowering slightly to gently place her lips against his crown, doing just that. A gentle kiss, leaving the pink hue of her lipstick against his skin. Taste? She looked back up at him as she extended her tongue, gently licking against him. A slightly salty, curious flavor met her tongue. Nothing discouraging, more interesting and enticing. Another little lick, still watching his eyes. "Does it feel good?," She asked softly, still grasping the base of his cock with pink painted nails. "Tell me what I should do, Ben. I want to be special. I want to be your special girl."

 

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Nicki's lips parted even more as his hand touched her cheek, taking his advice in his soothing voice to heart. Her eyes still up upon him, she kept her tongue resting on her lower lip, those eyes opening a bit wider as he pressed himself down the slope of her tongue. She drew it back a touch, her lips closing about him and briefly closing her eyes as he sat inside her mouth. He filled her lips so much, a thickness they tried so hard to engulf.

More instructions. Tips.
She looked back up, peering at him from beneath his cock, resting on her knees at his feet. Suck.
Okay. She could do that.
She cautiously drew her mouth along him, her cheeks drawn in slightly as she began to suck against his tip. More of that taste. His hand on her hair, his touch. She actually rather liked this. Scooting a touch closer, taking him further and copying the motions he had mentioned. Her head pressed down against him, drawing back to leave his length coated in her mouth's wetness. Back and forth, up and down. Her lips locked against him, leaving a smear of pink down his flesh.

Nicki whimpered up at him, her hands slipping up against his thighs. She liked this. She wanted more!
She increased her tempo, the little coo lingering against him as she worked her mouth against his shaft. Another dance. She had learned so many dances in her short career so far, but this was a special performance. A serenade. A serenade for Ben.

 

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Her cheeks took a slight flush as he moaned above her, the petting of his hand against her hair providing added encouragement. She peered up again as he spoke, a deep voice filling her ears as his taste filled her mouth. Nicki managed a little noise of agreement as he asked if she could make further efforts. Drawing a deep breath through her nose, she pushed down further still.

She choked. Just a touch. The feel of his head pushing against the back of her throat it's trigger. She pulled back quickly, letting go of him with a sharp gasp as a thin ribbon of drool lingered to connect her lips with him. "Sorry," she breathed out, shaking her head. "I just. Wasn't expecting. You're big," she noted again, determined to try again. Firmly replanting her lips against him, she drove her mouth down his shaft, closing her eyes as she whimpered with once again taking him further than her throat seemed to think possible.

He spoke again, words that seemed to leave a spark inside her. A drive for more. She purred up at him in response, letting him guide her hands as he wished. He placed one beneath his cock, to feel the heaviness of his sack. He guided her to stroke, to tease. She continued to copy as his hand drew back, looking up once more as he praised her efforts.

He called her.
Nichole.
His special girl.

 

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Keep practicing.
If he keeps petting her hair like that, praising her like that. She will.
He thought she was special enough. Good enough to handle everything he wanted from her.

Without thinking?
She stared up at him as her mouth danced along his cock, working his shaft deeply into her mouth as best she could as he held his conversation with her. Deep throating. What she had tried. It had been too much at first, but he had enjoyed the brief try. She would try again.

Her fingers rubbed against him, cupping and fondling the tender flesh in her palm. She wasn't completely sure on what he wanted from her touch, but she seemed to have found the perfect spot as he let out a moan and nodded. Another praise. She did really well, then.

A smile crept to her lips, hidden somewhat by her efforts to make him happy. A confused look came to her face as he started to pull away, his hand coming to rest on her head and force her back. "Buh- but-," She started softly, licking her lips unconsciously as she looked between he and his wet hardened cock. "I was doing good, wasn't I?"

His hands pulled her up, redirecting her to the bed, his words explaining as he crawled up himself and lay down. More praisings and queries, ones that leave her blushing still as she draws in her lips. "I like the feel of it," She confessed softly, looking down her strangely gained friend's body. "It makes me feel. Really. Excited," She continued, shifting on the bed a bit. Even talking about it wasn't really helping with that excitement. "I'm. I'm getting rather- It's making me really horny." She'd never used that word before, not even in a song. "I want to taste you again," She added, looking up to his eyes as he guided her head back down between his legs to take his shaft once again.

Deep.
Try harder to make it go all the way in. Make him groan like that again. That was amazing. A sound that made the feeling inside her completely knot up, completely overwhelming. She stared up at his eyes, nestled between his legs, as she glided slowly down him. Try to be ready for it this time. Open your throat like a high note.
Keep those fingers on the mic.
-On his balls.

"Mmm!" She closed her eyes as her lips rested against his base, deeply burying him completely into her mouth and his crown nestled into her throat. Keep the area expanded, let him fill it. She swallowed suddenly, a sharp pull for breath coming from her nose as he filled the airway she wanted to use.

She didn't realize what she was doing at first, but now caught the motions of her own body. Her hips. They were rocking behind her, swaying and pushing downward without her even trying. She was truly getting into this. She wanted more.

 

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A worried glance was given back at him as he grabbed her ankle, wondering at first if he was trying to pull her off. No, he was pulling her back, around a bit. A tiny moan left her lips, humming into his cock as he ran his fingers over her pussy, petting it gently through the fabric of her panties. Her hips shifted slightly, trying to chase those digits as they rubbed. His words brought a blush to her cheeks, nodding gently against him. "M-Mhm..."

She really was getting into this. Having him guide her, the feel of him in her mouth, rubbing against her tongue... It felt so good, so amazing. Each of his encouragements brought more out of her, her throat opening wide as she focused on mimicking vocal warmups, holding a single high note in her throat and letting him cancel it by pushing her mouth completely down to touch his pelvis.

his hand just wouldn't stop, his words both encouraging and embarrassing. She was so happy to make him proud, be so special to him, to do this so well for him. But the other things. Were they true? She was starting to believe so. Why was she so wet? His hand felt just too good, but she wanted to feel so much more. His shaft was just so big in her mouth. What would that feel like up inside her?

She didn't want to let go of him to answer. Instead, she gave another little croon, rocking back against his hand, wanting those fingers to meet against her needing pussy even more.