Saturday, November 1, 2014

Superstar-Chapter 30

Hey, everyone! WAY late with this post. Apologies! There will be another on Monday...Thanks for reading (And at least one person bought a copy of "Facets". Thank you.) Like me W.L. Sherrod on Facebook and follow me on Twitter...On to the story...

Chapter 30: I Didn’t Mean To Turn You On

“Would you like something to drink?” Ava asked. “My daughter forgot to offer you one. So rude.”
“Thank you, no. I’m fine,” Terry responded. “I wasn’t gonna be here long anyway.”
“Okay. You’re in a band with Dominique, right?” Ava asked as she circled Terry, who felt the full weight of her attention.
“Yeah, that’s right.”
“What do you play?”
“Guitar, bass, drums, Keyboards. A lot of different stuff.”
Ava laughed and touched his shoulder. “So you can tickle the ivories, huh?”
“Yeah, somethin’ like that.” Terry answered. He didn’t like where the conversation was heading. As if on cue, Ava stopped and pressed the whole resilient length of herself against Terry’s back and cupped his posterior. For a moment, Terry was so much in shock he didn’t move.
“I bet you can keep a beat can’t you?” she purred in his ear. Anger blossomed inside of Terry and he shrugged Ava away from him.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Aw, come on, baby. You don’t want some young girl that don’t know nothin’.” Ava drawled as she closed the distance between them. “You want somebody with some experience. And I can make it so nice.”
“And wind up on the Jerry Springer show ‘cuz of yo hoe-ass? Damn that.” Terry said as he shoved her away. Ava looked shocked and hurt by Terry’s vehement rejection. She lit up a cigarette and leveled an angry gaze on Terry.
“You must be gay or somethin’.” She spat.
“Nope. I just know when not to let my dick do the thinkin’.” He spat back. Ava looked dumbfounded and stalked to her favorite chair. Her face was red and she mumbled something about “pretty muthafuckas.”

“Yeah, whateva,” Terry snarled as he walked upstairs.

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