He thought getting onstage and playing would work out any thoughts of what he wanted to do to Jagger’s little sister… but it didn’t. All he could think about was how fucking gorgeous Jojo was. Damn it, the way she talked was so soft just like those lips he wanted to fucking kiss so damn bad. Kevin was right, she was the whole fucking package, and he wanted to claim that ass like some sort of fucking caveman or something!
When he walked off the stage, he was trapped in his own mind. But as he heard women scream, he looked up and saw a group of them rushing up to all of the band members fighting for their attention. He quickly glanced around to see if Maria had shown up like she promised, but relaxed when she was nowhere to be seen. He looked over all the typical groupies that show up ready to give a man everything they wanted, but damn it, he only had one woman on his mind. If he was going to have to pretend to be some nice guy that didn’t want to take Jojo to his bedroom and fuck the shit out of her… he better find a woman that was more than ready to take it hard tonight so he could get it out of his system and deal with the blue balls for the next two weeks.
There was a blond that had pushed her way to the front, all while pushing out her big tits, letting him know she was more than ready to go. He grinned, putting his arm around her neck, and leading her into one of the stage doors and then into the room. He flipped on the lights and leaned her back against the wall. “I like it rough. So, tell me right now if you’re into it or not?” He growled.
“Yes…” She answered, batting her heavy makeup covered eyes. “My name is,” She started, but he leaned down and kissed her hard to stop her from talking. He didn’t give a shit what her name was, he only had one name in his mind, and that’s what he was going to be thinking of when he came tonight.
He pulled out a rubber and handed it to her. She glanced up at him, and he shrugged. “I don’t fuck anything without a glove on.” She nodded and then unzipped his pants and started to put the rubber on. “What I’m going to do to you in a minute will have you walking funny for a week, baby…” He growled and then saw her shiver with anticipation, making him chuckle. He knew he was a twisted fucker, to twisted for such delicate woman like Jojo. So, when the groupie had him gloved up, he tore off her panties, lifted her skirt, pushing her up against the wall spreading her open and slammed into her without another thought.
When he’d finished, he was sweating, but at least, the girl he had been with was smiling. He put her back on the ground and reached down and gave her back her panties. He waited for her to dress, then opened the door giving her one final kiss before they walked out. They walked out, she got into her purse, getting out a piece of paper and a pen writing something down. “If you ever need to work out some frustration again, just give me a call.” She smiled, walking off. He glanced down at the name Michelle and then a number, only to crumple it up and throw it into the garbage can.
He was walking to the bar when Jagger came over with that grin that he wore when he was starting trouble. “Owen, my man. Did you have fun, or what?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Shit, we all heard you pounding the fuck out of that blond with the massive tits a couple minutes ago. You had the fucking walls rattling brother!” Jagger laughed.
“Yeah, I guess.” He shrugged, going over to the bar and putting his finger up for Derik to bring him a beer. “I know you didn’t come over to talk about the woman I just fucked… believe me, she’s worn out for the night.” He said, taking a gulp of his beer.
“Fucking dick.” Jagger chuckled. “No, I wanted to ask if there was a dance studio in the same complex as your store?”
“How the fuck would I know? It’s not like I look out my windows scoping out little girls.” He answered, rolling his eyes.
“Damn, relax, man. I was just asking for my sister. She needs to find a place to practice.” Jagger said, looking him over. “You okay?”
Owen sighed, rubbing his hand over his face. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just working through some shit. “He answered. “And I think there might be some kind of dance thing in my complex. I just hadn’t payed attention.”
“Cool, thanks. I’ll look that up and give Jojo the number.” Jagger winked and then grinned as a tall brunette came over and started hanging on him. “Oh, I forgot to tell you. Jojo isn’t going back to Russia; she’s staying home. So, since you agreed to be her first pretend date, maybe you can keep an eye out on her for me too.”
“What, why in the hell would I do that? I’m not her brother, you are.”
“Yeah, but you’re my best friend who just so happens to be a fucking badass fighter. If any asshole thinks about scoping out my sister, you’re one hell of a deterrent.” Jagger laughed.
He shook his head, putting his money on the counter and finishing off his drink. “Your sister is going to be pissed if she ever found out about the shit you’re pulling… you know that, right?”
“Yeah, I do. But again, I’m not worried about it. Who the fuck is going to tell her?” Jagger laughed as the woman that he had his arm draped over was trying to get him to leave. “Look, when I talked to her today, it sounds like one of those pansy-ass ballerina boys broke her heart. She wouldn’t tell me anything about it, but I could tell by the look on her face it was bad.”
“That’s too bad, Jojo seems like a really nice girl. But what the fuck do you want from me, Jag? It’s not like I’m some nice guy.” He growled, getting pissed because there was a part of him that was fucking downright happy that this little woman wasn’t going to leave Bayside anytime soon. “Maybe you should just leave her alone to let her figure this shit out for herself.”
“I plan to. But I just want to get her used to be being back home. I’m not asking you to let her paint your toenails and be her best friend. I’m just asking you to take her out to dinner and point out assholes she should steer clear of.”
“You could do that yourself.” He pointed out.
“I wish, but she won’t listen to my ass because she thinks I’m overprotective.”
“I couldn’t imagine why.” He answered with a frown and then held up his hand to stop whatever shit that was going to come out of Jagger’s mouth. “Fine, I told you that I would take her out to dinner, and that’s what I’ll do. But now I’m heading out before anything else happens, like Maria showing up.” He said, getting his keys and started walking off.
“Hey, you’re leaving? I was looking forward to the showdown!” Jagger shouted while laughing his ass off. “Hey, what do you want me to tell her if she does show up?” Jagger shouted, but Owen held up his hand and flipped him off.
When he was free from all the noise, he pulled out his cell and saw it was ten o’clock… and he was still feeling restless even after his fuck. So, he had an idea of how to take the edge off and made a call. “Hey Aaron, it’s Owen. Yeah, hey, you got any fights going on tonight that I can still join in on?” He waited and listened to his friend, who found him all the back-alley fights and grinned. “Yeah, sounds good. I should be there in twenty.” He said, hanging up and then thought about how he told Jagger he would take out Jojo. He knew this was going to be trouble, and he was going to screw a lot of sluts and get into a lot of fights for the foreseeable future. He cracked his knuckles before getting into his car to drive to the illegal fight he volunteered to be in. “You’re the dumb ass who signed up to be her fill-in brother. Just act like she’s your fucking sister, and everything will be fine!” Then he got into his car and drove off.
The next morning, he rolled out of bed feeling a little sore from the fight, cracked five eggs into a cup, drank them down, then went for his workout before heading to work. He pulled into the parking lot around seven. He stopped and looked around and saw that there was a dance studio opposite of his record store.
He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, which he was pissed about because he’d quit smoking six months ago, and lit one up. With a shake of his head, he got the keys out and went to work and didn’t want to think anymore about meeting up with his best friends’ little sister later on that night.
Owen caught himself checking out the front window every so often for a certain ballerina. There had been a lot of kids that had gone in and out throughout the day at the dance studio. But around one, a red car parked outside the dance studio. Jojo got out in a gray t-shirt dress, looking around before stepping onto the sidewalk. He didn’t know just how long that blond hair of hers was… it was down to her ass. He couldn’t help imagine taking a fistful of it while he kisses her.
“Hey boss man, whatcha looking at?” Pauly asked, standing right next to him.
Owen stood up, walking away from the window. “Nothing, why?”
“Wow, she’s hot.” Pauly chuckled, “I wouldn’t mind getting her number.”
“No, you wouldn’t. That’s Jagger’s sister.” He said, pulling out some paperwork.
Pauly’s head shot back around and whistled. “There is no way I would think Jagger would have a sister that looked like that.”
“Well, he does, so let’s just get back to work.” He mumbled, going behind the counter to check someone out. When he was done, Pauly was starring at him. “What?”
“You like her.”
“I don’t know her.” He shrugged.
“Don’t have to know her to want to get into her pants,” Pauly smirked.
“Shut the Fu… just shut it.” He growled, trying not to swear as some kids came in.
“Well, that’s going to be hard to do.”
“Why?” He growled again.
“Because she’s coming to the store.”
Owen fell back against the counter and groaned. “Just great!”
The bell rung when she walked in, looking around, and Pauly started to make his way over to Jojo, when Sabrina beat him to it. “Hi and welcome to the Vinyl Edge, is there something I can help you find today?” She asked with a bright smile.
“Um, I’m just looking, thanks.” Jojo smiled going over to some of the vintage records.
Sabrina came over leaning against the counter. “She’s really pretty… I wonder if she’s into women?”
“No, she’s not.”
“Well, how do you know? She totally could be.” She frowned.
“Because Jagger told me.” He sighed coming out from the counter hearing Sabrina swear, Pauly chuckled and Owen made his way over to the woman in question. “Hey, you looking for anything in particular?” He asked making her jump.
“Oh, hi… Owen right?” She smiled.
“Yeah, Jojo right.” He said playing it cool.
“Yes, but my name is Josephine, but you can call me Jojo if you want.” She answered biting her pink lip staring up at him.
“Thanks.” He grinned wanting to reach out and kiss that mouth, then looked at the records. “Can I help you find something. Bach, Mozart, something in the soft rock section?”
Her lips started to curl up and shook her head. “No, I’m not as boring as that. But I was looking for some of the 80’s hair bands.”
A smile broke out on Owen’s face. “Then let me get you over to the right section.”
“Thanks.” She followed him to the right row and then started picking through the albums. “So, you work here?”
Then he looked down at her feet in white tennis shoes tied with pink ribbon and smiled himself. “No, I own the place.”
She stopped, looking up at him, but he caught her grin when she went back to look through the records. “Wow, that’s really cool.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
“And you play the guitar… very impressive.”
“Well, I’m glad I can impress.” He chuckled.
“So, are you like Jagger and seeing yourself getting a big contract and being in a world-famous band?” She asked glancing to the side.
“It’s not really my thing.” He admitted. “But don’t get me wrong, if we got signed, I wouldn’t be complaining or anything. Seeing the world, meeting some cool people, I think would be fun.” He answered, but then crossed his arms. “What about you and your work. I heard you travel all around Europe dancing. You planning on going back to work soon?”
“Oh, I don’t know what I want to do anymore. There is a very famous dance company in New York that I was thinking of, but I’m still not sure.” She admitted, and he saw her switch off.
“Is the album for you?” He asked changing the subject.
“No, I’m actually looking for my dad. He wanted the Tulsa album with the song "Love Song" on it. But I’m not seeing it.” She said.
He reached over and picked up the record with one song on it and handed it to her. “Here you go.”
She looked it over and smiled. “Thank you. So, you want to check me out.”
“It’s on the house.” He answered holding back a grin from her wording.
“Are you sure? I mean, I can pay for this.”
“How about you get the record, and I can by you a drink tonight. That is if your still coming to the club?”
“Yes, I am. But it sounds like I’m getting the better deal out of this." She smiled holding onto the record. "Thank you, that's really sweet.”
“Anytime.” He winked walking her to the door. “Then I’ll see you tonight.”
“Sounds good.” She waved.
Pauly walked over with a grin. “Holy fucking shit… you’ve got it bad!”
“What are you talking about. I don’t even know her.”
Sabrina sat on the counter popping her gum and laughing. “Yeah, but you want to get to know her, don’t you?”
He shook his head heading back to his office. “No, she’s Jagger’s sister. That means, it's never going to happen.”
“That’s what they all say before it happens!” Sabrina shouted as the door closed behind him.