Misc. Erotica Rockstar Harem

That Monday was a busy one at the office, and the diversion was welcome. Whenever I found myself with a moment or two to myself, my mind would drift to thoughts of a certain young man, and I would fit an earbud in and play the song again.

I spent lunch distracted and staring at my phone instead of gossiping with the dental assistants like I usually did. The office I’ve managed the past few years is a busy private dental practice and the crew of assistants has become like sisters to me. The dentists rotate in and out and, to be honest, usually do more harm than good. There is a reason dentists are commonly referred to as failed doctors.

“Amanda, you’ve been staring at your phone all day,” Nancy said, slipping into the chair beside me, “What’s got you so distracted? Waiting for a man to text you back?”

“It’s nothing,” I said, and then realizing it was silly to feel so guilty, I shook my head, “It’s silly, really. It’s this song, I can’t seem to stop listening to it. It’s like magic or something.”

“Is it from a new band?” She asked, peeking at my phone as I pulled up the video, “Did you record this? I’m not really a fan of acoustic guitars… Wait… who is that?!”

I grinned at the slack-jawed expression on her face, wondering if I’d looked so besotted the first time I heard him play. It was a wild thing to see the effect Dillon’s voice and music had on the woman. As the song wound on, I watched her face, eyes dilating, and lips parting wetly. Her cheeks flushed with a faint rosy color as her breath deepened.

When it got to the part where Dillon turned to look at me and began singing, I heard a whimper escape Nancy’s throat, and I felt embarrassed for witnessing the reaction but also too fascinated to turn away. As the song came to an end, she was biting her bottom lip, knees pressed together tightly as she shifted in her seat.

“Jesus…” Nancy breathed when I clicked off the video. “Do you have any more? Who is that?”

“He lives near my church,” I said, and told her all about finding him in the Music Room and tracking him down, “Honestly I don’t know what came over me, but I just had to put an instrument in his hands. It seemed a sin for him to have to break into a church to make music.”

“I agree,” Nancy said, still staring at the frozen image of Dillon on my phone screen, “He certainly is ravishing… those eyes… that voice… Jesus, Amanda… I feel like a schoolgirl who just saw the Beatles for the first time or maybe Elvis.” Blushing an even darker shade of red, she shook her head, “What is this feeling?”

“You feel it too?” I asked, grabbing her hand, “Like a quickening inside, a melting and an unquenchable longing…”

Nancy was looking at me with amusement as I trailed off, heat suffusing my cheeks as I looked away. She gripped my hand tightly, though, when I went to pull away.

“I didn’t mean to laugh,” she said, “I’ve just never seen you talk about a man like that before. Even that firefighter you dated a couple years back. Better be careful, or you’ll have him falling for you.”

“Don’t be silly,” I said, trying to ignore the burning heat in my cheeks, then her tone registered, and I looked over, trying to read her expression. “I’ll be giving him some music lessons, just to help refine his talent.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Nancy said with a sly smile, the grin seemed genuine, but there was definitely a flatness to her gaze that read as jealousy, “Looks like you have a plan all set up then. Eh, Mrs. Robinson?”

“Quiet!” I said, and this time it was my turn to glance around and make sure we weren’t overheard, “It’s nothing like that. He’s younger than my daughter for goodness sakes.”

“Some women find that alluring,” Nancy said, and this time there was no denying the ache of jealousy and loss in her voice, “Don’t mind me, I’m just teasing you. It’s a kind thing you’re doing for the boy, and you’re right, he does have a God-given talent. It’s truly remarkable.”

“I’m nervous about heading over there alone,” I said, still holding her hand in mine, “I could really use a friend to help learn about him, maybe poke around a bit.”

“Whatever for?” She asked, sounding concerned, but in her eyes, I saw intense excitement flare-up that she struggled to suppress, affecting a casual air.

I told her about my suspicions quickly and quietly, aware that we were about to push past our allotted hour-long lunch break. Several of the dental assistants came back in from their smoke break, and we parted ways, heading back to work. Nancy kept giving me conspiratorial grins and winks when no one was looking. Her excitement about such a mundane thing was adding an element of wickedness to it that, frankly, I didn’t need. My mind was already enough of a scramble, but it was a major comfort to have someone to confide in.

Nancy is married to a pharmaceutical CEO. It’s her second marriage, and from what I’ve gathered, she hasn’t been happy in it for years. Unwilling to be a bored housewife, she got a certificate and became a dental hygienist, on a lark, I think. Moving from Los Angeles had been hard for her but leaving her career in Hollywood as a casting and talent agent had been even harder.

When I first met her, I wanted to hate the woman. She arrived on her first day of work in a couture outfit that cost as much as my house payment. The women in the office wanted to hate her too, but Nancy’s the type of woman that’s impossible to hate. Her eccentricities only make you love her even more, because when she reveals herself to be smart, hard-working, and kind, it comes as even more of a shock.

The rest of the workday passed by quickly, and I was almost skipping when I headed out to my car. I was just about to pull out when Nancy slipped out of the building and ran over. I opened the office, so my day ended an hour before the rest of the staff, and I knew how much they loved their last hour without the boss around.

“You’re going to send me the video, right?” She asked, a touch breathless as she clung to the window frame of my door, keeping me from pulling out.

“Of course,” I said.

“Good,” pulling up her phone, she showed me an app on it, “I wanted to tell you about this app. My niece forced me onto it, but it's pretty amazing for finding young talent. Kids and adults all make short videos of themselves singing or dancing and share it around. It’s a lot of fun, but mostly I love to see all the young talent and try to judge whose got what it takes or not.”

“I’ll check it out,” I said, “I don’t know much about social media, though.”

“I’ll teach you,” Nancy said with a flash of bright white teeth before turning and hurrying back inside with a wave.

Pulling into the driveway, I couldn’t help but feel a touch of sadness at knowing I would be walking into an empty house. The past year had been tough with Heather away at school, but I was learning to enjoy my alone time, or at least attempting to.

After getting into some comfortable clothes, I prepared dinner and put it in the oven to finish off. Then I poured myself a glass of wine and removed my makeup. Sitting in front of my mirror, I tugged at the crows-feet around my eyes, feeling like an old woman for maybe the first time in my life.

My hair was still golden blonde, highlighted with pale yellow and red chunks and the roots only showing a touch of darkness from where they’d grown out. I debated gluing on my fake lashes for tomorrow evening but pushed the thought aside immediately, telling myself there was no reason to dress up.

I spent a good twenty minutes trying on different outfits until I settled on a loose white and blue sundress and a pair of strappy sandals. Checking myself out in a full-length mirror, I frowned at the plunging neckline that revealed the inner sloping curves of my large breasts.

I’ll just wear a shawl, I thought to myself, no sense looking for another outfit.

Leaving the clothes on the back of my makeup chair, I ran out and pulled the chicken and squash out of the oven and set it down to cool. Popping on Grey’s as I ate, I checked my phone and was surprised to see a message from my daughter. She rarely messaged me during the week unless she needed money, so I was surprised when I read it.

Heather: I tried to add Dillon in Insta, but he’s blocked me?!? Find out why! And get more videos… my roommate is obsessed…

I wrote back that I would try to find out, and growing curious, I downloaded the app and set about making myself a profile. I was so excited, I pushed the plate away and poured myself more wine, folding my legs under me as I searched for the perfect profile photo.​