Game of Chance
Chapter 2
“So, what are you doing back in Frisco?” she asked, leaning against a wall.
“Supposed to be checkin’ out a new act.”
“Oh, F.E.?”
“Yeah, are they any good?”
“I like ‘em.”
“You go clubbing often?”
“In moderation. I like dancing,” she shot him a look that made him think twice about his reply.
“You come alone?”
“No, my girl’s inside, still.”
“We, uh, better get back inside—” he suggested before she pulled him close, drawing him deep into her embrace.
Her lips sought his ferociously, with purpose. Marshall’s hands found hers, interlocked his fingers with hers and raised her arms up, pinning her against the wall she’d been leaning on. Just as sudden as the kiss began, she pushed him away slightly.
Panting, she whispered, “Let’s go inside.”
Marshall felt like she’d doused him with cold water.
//
“Stella!” Contessa yelled as she tapped her friend on her shoulder.
“What’s up?” she asked, spinning around.
“Look who I found,” she grinned.
“Eminem! Wow—uh, hi!”
“Hey,” he replied. “Stella, right?”
Stella could feel her world shift. “Yep! So, where’s your entourage?”
He laughed good-naturedly. “They’re mingling, so we don’t draw any attention.”
“Oh, I see. Hey, Tessa, I was on my way with this guy Mark, to go backstage…”
“I’ll catch up with you later?”
“Got it,” Stella replied with a smile and kissed her friend on the cheek. “Later, girl. Bye Eminem!”
//
“I’m surprised she didn’t faint,” Contessa joked.
“Big fan?”
“Huge. She’s why I was at that release party a couple weeks ago.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, she won tickets,” she admitted with a slight blush.
“Good thing, huh?”
“Mhm, maybe. You better pay attention to F.E. because they’re on stage now!” she warned.
“What do I get if I do?”
“Their gratitude?”
He pretended to think about it. “I need something more,” he teased.
“I’ll think about letting you take me home for the night.”
“Just think? Who says I want you to come with me?”
“Oh, please, you’re already counting down the minutes before you can leave and have your naughty way with me!”
“So?” he replied with a cheeky grin.
//
“Did you like F.E.?” she asked as they left the stage.
“Not sure yet. They’re not bad…I just don’t know if they’re right for the label.”
“Oh, I see. Well, whatever, you’re the boss.”
“Yeah, I am. What, you think I should sign them?”
“Maybe,” she shrugged. “I don’t really know enough about business to give you a better answer. They’re good, but I don’t know if they’re going to stay that way. They haven’t produced enough to know either way.”
“Very diplomatic.”
“I try.”
“Now that we’ve gotten business out of the way, how about a little pleasure?”
“It’s not even eight yet,” she reminded him.
“So? That just means we have more time.”
//
“I’ve been wanting to do this since the night at the club,” he growled as he pinned her between his chest and the wall.
They’d just arrived at his hotel room seconds earlier, and as soon as the door closed behind them, Marshall attacked her with the full force of his passion.
“What’s stopping you?” she grinned wickedly and wrapped her legs around his hips.
“Not a whole lot,” he returned with a smug smile as his fingers skimmed the sides of the thin material of her panties.
“Subconsciously, I knew you were coming,” she teased.
“No, then you wouldn’t have worn anything.”
She laughed—it was a delightful sound to his ears, especially after their fight earlier.
His fingers threaded the wispy material in them, pulling it away slightly before she cried out, “Don’t you dare rip them!”
Looking innocent, he snapped the fabric and threw it on the ground. “Oops!”
“Do you have any idea how much those cost?”
“I’ll replace ‘em,” he replied and gently pushed two digits into her sweet depths.
“You better!” she moaned as she felt his fingers dancing along her core, slipping between her folds.
Contessa leaned against the wall, just melting into his fingers, with raspy words of encouragement; abruptly, his fingers stilled within her.
“Why the fuck did you stop?!” she exclaimed, outraged.
“I wanna know somethin’.”
“What? You’re killin’ me here, Marshall—”
“Were there any others while I was gone?”
“Oh, we’re back to that—”
“Nah, I don’t mean it like that… I just wanna know.”
“I don’t see why it matters!”
“It doesn’t—not really,” he shrugged but kept his hand still.
“Damn it, why are you doing this now?” she growled.
He smashed his lips to hers, nipping and biting his way; his tongue mingled with hers, tasting the caverns and curves of her mouth.
“Tell me, please,” he sighed as his lips hovered over her throat.
“None!” she yelled in frustration.
“Good,” he smiled and swiveled his thumb against her clit, causing her to cling to him as the waves of ecstasy rolled over her.
//
“You’re such an ass,” she panted.
“So?”
“So, come and fuck me properly already! I missed having you inside me,” she murmured.
“Baby, when you talk like that—”
Contessa abruptly cut him off as her hand grasped his cock and squeezed gently. “I’m getting impatient, Marshall,” she warned.
“Fuck you,” he growled into her throat.
“That’s what I’m trying to get you to do!” she retorted and wiggled her hips against his.
//
“Now, was that so hard?” she winked as she felt her body stretching to accommodate his erection. “’Suppose it is!” she amended with a saucy grin.
He returned her sly smile with one of his own and pushed himself into her welcoming body to the hilt. Their bodies collided with each other harshly as Marshall withdrew and then buried himself as he thrust quickly and with purpose.
Her nails careened down his shoulder blades as he raggedly penetrated her warmth without hesitance or gentleness—their speed was frenzied, their movements rough and jagged.
Marshall was destroying her inside out; everything within her shattered into scattered pieces of vibrant color—she shut her eyes, blinded by the sheer intensity of their hurried, passionate coupling.
“Oh god, I missed you,” she sighed.
Chapter 3
Author: zines@aol.com
These stories are for entertainment purposes only. They are completely fictitious, and the authors mean no harm to EMINEM, his family, friends, or anyone else that may have been depicted as a 'real life' character. No money was made on the fiction here, either directly or indirectly, i.e. paid advertising. In other words - it's just a bunch of shit we wrote for fun. Please don't take it seriously.