Play The Game, Johnny

"Come on." He said, offering her his hand, "I'll take you back to my hotel and we'll get you something to eat." Helping her up, he took her back outside, the fresh air hitting him hard after being inside the club. "I'm staying at the Lowry. We might need to get a taxi."

"Lowry?" She asked, a small smile appearing on her face.

"You know my last name then?" He grinned, "It's just a coincidence, the band picked it out just to piss me off I think." He chuckled to himself, having not realised the joke before. He hailed a taxi, seeing a line of them outside the club and helped Lucinda into the back of it; relaxing back against his seat. He slicked his hair back as he noticed the air change around him again, from the cold November chill of outside to the overheated interior of the car, the myriad of air fresheners hanging from the rear view mirror tainting the atmosphere overbearingly with different scents. After murmuring the hotel name to the taxi driver and sighing, he turned and looked at Lucinda again. "So... hi." He smiled boyishly, holding his hand out to shake, "John Lowery. And you, mystery girl?"

"Lucinda... Watkins." She smiled, shaking his hand. "You're... real... right?"

He laughed at this, John couldn't quite believe how much disbelief Lucinda was in. "Of course I'm real. Why wouldn't I be?" He chuckled, "Did you enjoy the gig?"

"It was the best thing I'd ever seen!" She murmured excitedly, "It made my night when you winked at me..."

"I'm glad." He smiled; looking at her playing with her long sleeves that went past her hands in what he assumed was anxiety. "You seem anxious..."

"I am a bit..." Lucinda started, still in disbelief she was in a taxi going with John 5 to his hotel room, "I couldn't find my friends and now I'm in a taxi with you..."

"I won't hurt you." He smiled kindly, "You don't need to worry about a thing. And you can text your friends if you want, tell them you're safe... "

"Well... I may not be safe... what about your wife...? She won't be happy with the fact you're bringing a girl back to your hotel."

"Oh she's still in LA. She has her own job and needs to look after the kids."

"And your dog?" She paused; worried she might have just revealed how much of a stalker she was.

John, Noticed the pause and having seen Lucinda raise her hand to her mouth, shrugged with a smile.

"It's okay, you're not as bad as some of the people on the meet and greets. It still scares me they're willing to pay £250 to meet us!" He laughed to himself, "In my day you stood by the stage door and hoped for the best." John looked up and smiled at her, "Or perhaps wait for the guitarist to notice you."

"I'm sorry; I probably looked like such a retard." Lucinda muttered, "I just couldn't believe you smiled at me. It made me feel special."

"Yeah..." He smiled to himself, playing with his hair. "I got pressured into joining in with Matt's stupid game that he always plays with Ginger."

"Game?" Lucinda looked curiously at John

"Yeah." He blushed; suddenly realising he was going to need to explain to her that he'd happily have sex with her, a girl, who'd never met him before. "We choose a girl we'd... like to sleep with... Piggy and Ginger play every night. This was my first time playing..." He looked over at Lucinda who was blushing quietly and playing with her hair.

"So... you would sleep with me...?"

"I wouldn't complain..."

"But you're married... And Rita has bigger boobs than me..." She paused in amusement, "and blowjob lips."

John laughed at this. "Yeah... She does give pretty good—" He stopped himself, realising what he was going to say. "Yeeeeah..." He'd made the atmosphere awkward, 'Nice going Lowery' he yelled in his own head, 'you've got a hot chick to go back to your hotel with you and you go and mention how good your wife's blowjobs are. ...Idiot!' He looked over at Lucinda and smiled at her again. "Sorry. I shouldn't've said anything."

"It's okay. You're married..." Lucinda smiled, her hair falling over her face.

"Yeah but she's not here. Right now it's you and me." He smiles, pushing her hair off her face. "Don't worry; I won't talk about her again." He held his hand out to shake, "Deal?"

"Deal." Lucinda nodded, shaking his hand. Her tiny actress hands being engulfed by his much larger, guitarist hands, making her blush further.

"So, do you have a boyfriend?" He asked, the idea of possibility that he could sleep with Lucinda still whizzing around in his head, he wanted to make sure she didn't have some boyfriend built like Rob who could easily beat the crap out of him. John was such a weakling really; even Ginger could beat him up.

"No." She answered hurriedly, thinking it was too hasty a response, added on to the end "I'm waiting until I go to university. I only have a little time left in Cumbria."

"Cumbria?"

"A little county in the north... you'll probably go though it when you go to Glasgow."

"Oh so you're not from Manchester?"

"No, I travelled here by train." She smiled, "my friend Fizz came here from Ipswich. We've been desperate to see you guys play." She brushed her hair out of her face, "We were gonna come see you play in Edinburgh but you cancelled..."

"Oh... were you going to that gig...?" He looked embarrassed, "Sorry, Rob was really busy with his film and stuff."

"Well I've seen you now" she smiled and looked at him, still afraid of meeting his eyes however, "And now we're going back to your hotel for food."

"Yeah." He smiled back at her pushing his hair out of his own face and smiled exhaustedly, "I could do with some food myself."

"Running around stage must be a good workout."

"You don't know the half of it." He chuckled as the Taxi pulled up at the Lowry hotel, the Christmas lights of Manchester making the luxury hotel feel more festive and homely instead of a no go zone for poor people. John paid the taxi driver and helped Lucinda out, noticing that it was now snowing, the pure white flakes falling from the sky getting caught in her jet black hair, decorating her beautifully; a single thought running through his head as Lucinda turned to face him, her blue eyes meeting his brown ones, a small smile on her face.

'She's beautiful...'

He shook his head, he had Rita back home. He couldn't do anything with Lucinda... He decided to just offer this girl some food, maybe a shower and a bed, but a bed at the very most. He wasn't going to sleep with her; he never even bought the condoms Sheri gave him the money for so he didn't have any obligation. John sighed inwardly; fancy hotels sometimes put condoms out right? He might be tempted. His heart confused over what he wanted to do, he looked at Lucinda who had busied herself with gazing subtly at him, her eyes taking in his hair and lips, her body leaning slightly towards his

John took Lucinda's hand and led her into the hotel, waving at the receptionist as he felt the massive difference in size between his hands and hers. Lucinda's hands were small and softer than his which had adapted to accommodate his guitar playing, his own were covered in calluses which he feared would drive her away but upon further inspection he felt a callus on her fingers, was she a guitarist too?

"You play guitar?" He asked as they got into the lift. "I felt the calluses on your fingers." Lucinda pulled her hand away embarrassed.

"Y-yeah... I play bass."

"You don't need to worry." John smiled at her and showed her his hands, "I have it too." He paused and blushed, "I was just thinking about how soft your hands were anyway."

"O-Oh..." Lucinda stammered and felt a warm blush creeping across her face. "Thanks." She smiled at him and picked at her lip, she had jokingly said earlier that John 5 was coming onto her but... was John 5 actually coming onto her...? She shook her head and tried to get that thought out of mind; John 5 was married and going back to America soon. Plus she'd never had sex before... did she really want to disappoint someone she adored so much by being inexperienced? On the other hand, when would she ever get an opportunity like this again?

As the couple walked through the corridors along to John's room, John felt his phone go off in his pocket. Pulling it out, he saw it was Rita; he pulled a face. He didn't want to think of his wife! He wanted just to look after Lucinda; he would call his wife back later when the girl went back to her hotel... or at least went to sleep. He waited for it to stop vibrating and put it back in his pocket, smiling at Lucinda as she looked questioningly at him.

"It was Piggy." He lied, "I normally slip out to country and western bars and he'll want to know where I've gone." He pulled his key card out of his pocket. "I'll text him in a second." He pushed the door open and smiled as Lucinda stepped into the room.

"Oh my god..." She mumbled looking around the room, there was a large king sized bed in the centre of the room, opposite a huge TV, a doorway leading towards a separate living room area and a fantastic view looking out over Manchester, the lights creating a warm and cosy feeling about the usually bustling city. Lucinda walked over and sat on the bed, lying on her back in the centre of it as she felt how cosy it was. The gig, although fun, had really knocked her energy levels; she was shattered. John came and sat next to her, thrusting a room service menu in her face.

"Pick what you like!" He smiled, "I'll pay, and I could do with something to eat too."

"Okay." She started scanning the menu and frowned, wanting to look at least slightly healthy. She noticed John walk to the balcony then suddenly run back in. "...What's wrong?" Lucinda asked in alarm.

"There's a McDonalds across the road! I just saw it from the balcony! You want McDonalds?" He watched her nod excitedly, "I can get them to go pick it up." He paused and grinned, "Being a rock star has its perks!" He picked up the hotel phone and smiled at her, "What would you like?"

"I dunno... A burger? ...With cheese?" Lucinda mused

"Well I'm having a big mac, you like the sound of that?" John asked and Lucinda smiled and nodded at him; He quickly placed the order and sat next to her on the bed, "Not to look like I was peeking or anything but you have confetti down your shirt." He laughed and jokingly reached down her top to pull some out and flick it at her.

"I know!" starting to grin slightly, at the realisation that John 5's hand had just been down her top "Damn Confetti cannons, I also had that fake snow Manson used down there earlier this evening too. I think it dried up." Lucinda noticed John's eyes flick down to her cleavage to check.

"Sorry!" John exclaimed as he looked up to see Lucinda had caught him looking at her boobs.

"So... erm... what are we gonna do whilst we wait for the food?"

"Anything you like I guess." He grinned at her and said boyishly, "You have a rock star; you can do whatever you want with him." He playfully winked at her, making Lucinda totally aware of how red she was becoming, her face burning with the severe blush creeping onto her face.

"Don't do that!" She giggled, "You'll put so many ideas through my head."

"Maybe we should do some of them." He grinned at her and Lucinda bit her lip, looking at him through her hair.

"You're married..."

"So?" He murmured, putting a hand to her face, "You know I went to the club to find you...?"

"...Really?" Lucinda paused, unable to believe what John had just said

He nodded, leaning his forehead against hers. "I took the game a bit too seriously after I saw you." He brushed his thumb over her lips and smiled at her, "what do you say...?" He leaned in slightly more and Lucinda felt his breath on her lips.

John smiled as Lucinda nodded eagerly and leaned in to kiss her deeply. Tasting her cherry lip balm, he traced her lips with his tongue smiling to himself and with that, any worry of Rita or home life melted away.

He moved his right hand down from her face to her waist, pulling her closer and cupping her face with his left hand. He grinned hearing her let out a small moan as she opened her mouth to let his tongue in and as he tilted his head slightly to lock lips with hers, he massaged her tongue with his. Hearing her let out a shaky breath and feeling her put a hand gently to his chest and stroking the material of his shirt, he leant her backwards against the bed so that she sank into the covers slightly. Smiling quietly to himself, John couldn't resist and bit her lower lip slightly.

Watching her meet his eyes he felt himself being transported back to the moment he noticed her; this had started out as a fantasy and now he was going to sleep with this girl. He hadn't slept with groupies since the Marilyn Manson, Mechanical Animals tour yet he was strangely looking forward to this; the idea of sleeping with Lucinda sent shivers down his spine. Similarly to Lucinda, the mere thought of sleeping with John 5 was arousing ...but knowing it was happening to her? ...the thought made her toes curl in excitement.

After a few minutes of kissing, their tongues twisting together passionately, Lucinda felt him slide a hand up her dress; stroking her thighs and trying to discover what she had on underneath, he let out a small moan of arousal realising it was a pair of stockings held up with a garter belt and a thong that she was hiding from him. Planting a line of kisses down her neck, John sighed longingly, grazing her skin with his teeth. Unclipping the first of her stockings, he stroked her between her legs and put his hand to her thong. Grinning to himself as he felt dampness seeping through the silky lining of her underwear, he leaned up and murmured in her ear.

"You said you didn't have a boyfriend... that you were waiting... is this your first time, Lucinda...?" Watching her nod he bit her ear slightly and spoke in a low husky voice, "I'd better make it good then." He chuckled as, kneeling between her legs, he pulled his shirt off revealing his slightly faded tattoos; and throwing it behind him, he guided Lucinda's hand from his chest to stroke down past his stomach, letting out a low noise as she stroked her hand past his waistband to his noticeable bulge, straining against the crotch of his patch jeans, making both of them blush and look up at each other, meeting each other's eyes.

Lucinda leaned forward suddenly and kissed him fiercely, letting her instincts take over and sat up straight, putting her hands to his hair and intertwining her fingers in his messy blonde locks. John let out a low chuckle as he knelt up between her legs, Kissing Lucinda back and slid her dress off over her head, looking her up and down seeing her sat before him in a petite silk black thong and bra set.

'For a virgin' John thought to himself, 'she dresses pretty sexily...' He laid her back down again, hooking his fingers into her thong and dragging it down past her hips, leaving her wearing just her garter belt and stockings from the waist down. He then moved his attention to her bra; leaning over her and kissing her passionately, he pulled her to him and rolled over so that she was now on top, Her crotch against his, giving him a prime opportunity to get the gorgeous silk material away from her breasts. Unhooking it, he pulled it away from her and let out a moan, feeling their nipples rub together creating a delicious friction between them. Letting Lucinda sit up on him, he smiled up at her seeing her boobs properly for the first time. They were perfect. Round... big enough to not look too small on her... John let out a soft low growling noise and stroked a hand up her ribs to her breast to fondle her.

Lucinda let out a gasp as she felt him trace his thumb over her nipple, making it hard and leant backwards slightly, holding onto his waistband of his jeans. With a small noise she felt John's erection through his jeans and with nothing but his clothes between her and his dick, she bit her lip, letting out a quiet, desperate moan, her desire taking over.

"You have too many clothes on John..." Lucinda murmured huskily and moving her hips against his where she sat, Lucinda fumbled to get to his belt, unbuckling it with trembling fingers. Unbuttoning his jeans, Lucinda moved so she was kneeling on the bed and pulled them off, a smile on her face. His erection growing visibly in his boxer shorts, John looked amusedly at Lucinda who let out a small noise, lying down beside him to kiss him deeply and felt herself becoming even more wet than she had been already.

Feeling John's hand on her waist, Lucinda looked at him, being brought back to her head.

"Slow down..." He murmured softly, laying her on her back and leaning over her slightly, his hand stroking a path down her body. "You'll enjoy it more..."

He kissed her passionately then, slipping his tongue into her mouth as his fingers stroked between her legs, playing teasingly around her moist lips and then slipping one tentatively inside her. He chuckled as he heard her gasp and felt her walls tighten around his finger, she was so sensitive; he let out a little gruff noise, biting her lip gently and moved his finger inside her. Adding another finger slowly, he noticed her back arch in pleasure and listened blissfully as she let out a guttural cry. He started to massage her clitoris with his thumb, wanting to give her at least one orgasm before he got inside her.

Planting a line of kisses from Lucinda's neck to her breasts, John closed his lips over her nipple and bit down gently, tugging slightly on the soft pink nub with his teeth. With another cry Lucinda felt a titillating sensation rising in her body, her breathing picked up and she couldn't help but let out a guttural, desperate cry as John 5 masturbated her to her first orgasm with a man. She entwined her fingers into his hair again; her hunger for him was rising, becoming unbearable. She needed to feel him inside her soon.

"Fuck me..." She murmured breathlessly, "Please... I'm ready... I need you" John grinned at this and kissed her between her breasts, removing his fingers from her petite folds, he pulled off her garter belt and stockings, kissing her feet as he took off each stocking; everything about her was perfect to him. Pulling his boxer shorts off, he threw them aside and leant over Lucinda; caging her against the bed and placing his hands on her breasts, he stroked them down both sides of her body, revelling in the way her waist curved into her hips. John Looked down at Lucinda; at her raven black hair framing her face as she looked up at him, girlish hunger in her eyes.

John leant down to kiss her deeply and as it did so, gently pressed his cockhead to her pussy lips, rubbing her clit with it and coating his shaft in her juices. Watching Lucinda's eyes close in pleasure, John pushed the very tip of his cock into her.

Lucinda let out a low moan, her hands clasping behind his neck, trying to pull him further into her. Her pussy tingled with anticipation, wanting more of him; wanting all of him and she gasped as he pushed a little further, teasing her.

Chuckling to himself as she gasps and clutches at his neck, wrapping her legs around him, John kisses Lucinda and pushes forward until his whole cock is buried deep inside her, his balls resting gently against her soft pale skin. He let out a gasp of his own as he felt her velvety soft pussy walls tighten around him and closes his eyes, letting his head fall forward and his hair fall over his face.

Lucinda's eyes flew open and she tensed slightly as a small twinge of pain informed her, her virginity had been taken and holding tightly onto John, she kissed his shoulder as she felt him pressing his hardness into her. After a short pause, John pulled out a little way and pushed gently into Lucinda again; moving his crotch gently and rhythmically against hers, and moaned as he pushed her to orgasm again after only a few seconds.