Manager Fucked Me Back of a Bar E1

My album finally dropped in late March. By then, If You Knew had already cracked the Billboard Top 50. I don't know how Sam convinced them, but the ever so stingy label threw an album release party for me at a glitzy nightclub in West Hollywood.

Out of courtesy, I invited Eric. I hadn't seen him since that night. I didn't think he'd come after what happened, and the club really wasn't his scene.

The night started with me performing a few songs from my album, lights flashing as the bass rattled the floor. I was so nervous I barely ate beforehand. Two plus million streams didn't make those voices go away.

Toward the end of the night, Sam grabbed my arm and guided me toward the bar, whispering in my ear, "Jasmine, Mike's the marketing exec at your label. Think purse strings. Go introduce yourself, thank him, stroke his ego a little, but keep your distance. The guy's a creep."

Before I could say anything, I was deposited right in front of a man. Blue tie. Suit jacket. Neatly combed steel-gray hair that looked like he just got out of a shower.

"Hello, I'm Jasmine. You must be Mike." I introduced myself like how Sam would.

He flicked his eyes at me. "Yeah, sweetheart, I know who you are. 25-years old, Korean American, no boyfriend."

"Thank you. I really appreciate it." I fixed a polite smile and tugged lower the hem of my dress without realizing it. "It's a great party."

He took a long pull from his vape and exhaled the smoke in my direction, eyes dark, like he was sizing me up. I fought the urge to wave it away. I knew better than that.

"What're you drinking?" he asked, nodding at my empty glass.

"I don't remember. Someone just gave it to me," I said. "But I think I'm good. I'm feeling a little tipsy."

"Nonsense, sweetheart. You're the star of the show. You gotta at least have some fun, right?"

He turned and signaled for the bartender, sliding a crisp twenty across the counter. "Two Jacks and Coke."

I didn't really drink whiskey, but I remembered what Sam had said and kept my mouth shut.

The bartender nodded, taking in the bill.

"Ah... and make it a double, buddy." He made a clicking sound.

Then he turned his attention back to me. "So... who's your favorite singer?"

"Molly, of course."

"Good choice. You know, we were her first label."

"I didn't know that. I thought she was always at Def Jam."

"This was a long time ago."

The bartender came back with two drinks. Mike placed the first drink in my hand, while taking the other one for himself.

"Cheers," He raised the glass.

I took a small sip to be polite.

He watched me over the rim of his glass. "You barely touched it, sweetheart." His tone stayed even. "Show some respect. Take a real drink."

My stomach sank. I didn't want to provoke him. I took a bigger swallow this time. The alcohol burned all the way down.

His lips curved. Then he began to tell me about the various artists he'd worked with over the years and how he'd helped make them famous: the brand work, the marketing campaign.

The lights dimmed as he spoke, and a DJ came on stage. This meant the private party was over and the place was turning back into a regular night club.

I figured that was my cue to leave. I waited for him to finish the last story, nodding along and chugging the last of my drink so as not to be rude.

But the room was starting to spin and my balance slipped.

Mike noticed. "You don't look so good, sweetheart. You want some fresh air? There's a patio out back."

I nodded, thinking maybe Sam had misjudged him. He was intimidating but seemed nice. I followed him through a side door marked Employees Only, which opened onto a small backyard enclosed by tall wooden fences.

The night air hit my face, cool and sobering. I leaned against the wooden fence, taking slow breaths.

I glanced around. A few plants were scattered across the concrete, supply crates stacked in one corner.

"How do you know about this spot?"

He took a pull from his vape, exhaling into the air. "When you throw enough parties, you learn a few things."

He watched me for a moment. "Better?"

"Yeah. Thanks," I nodded.

He stepped closer, one hand rubbing my shoulder. "I'm glad."

"You know, Jasmine. When I first met Molly, she was just a regular girl from Kentucky, much like yourself."

He leaned in. "I created her whole brand image. Look where she's now."

I could now smell the whiskey from his breath.

"If you work with me, you could be the next Molly. That interest you?"

He set his other hand on my waist. I froze. I couldn't think straight. He seemed to take my stillness as permission and let his hand drift lower.

I caught his wrist and pulled it away. "Um... that sounds great. You should talk to Sam."

He didn't let go. Instead, his fingers closed around my wrist, his thumb brushing the inside.

"Sam's just an agent. What does she know about branding? This is internal collaboration. What do you say? We can start brainstorming tonight."

I tried to step back, only to realize that my back was already against the fence. "I'm kind of tired. Maybe another time?"

"I got something that could help you with that." He sniffed his nose twice.

A new wave of nausea hit me. I recognized it immediately. I'd crossed a threshold. I shut my eyes for a second hoping to ride it out, but I felt him press closer. His chest against my breast, and his groin against my stomach.

I opened my eyes and pushed myself against his chest. "I--I need to use the restroom."

He didn't move, instead, his hand covered my breast, gently squeezing them through my shirt. My mind went blank. Is this really happening?

"Stop, Mike, I'm going to scream." I said, catching his wrist.

"Are you sure you want to do that? Your go to market proposal is sitting on my desk right now." He increased the intensity of his hand on my breast.

I froze. The go to market spend would dictate the success of my album.

He leaned in, his mouth next to my ear. "$650,000. Jasmine, that's how much is on the line." He licked my earlobe.

I closed my eyes for a second. My ears had always been sensitive. $650,000 was the kind of money I'd never seen in my life. I didn't know what to do.

His thumb started rubbing across my nipple through my shirt causing my mind to skip for a beat. Then, his crotch started rubbing up and down against my pubic area. I felt his hardness and a slight stir within me.

No, no, no, this is wrong. I grabbed onto his forearms to push him off my breast.

As if knowing what I was thinking, he said. "Jasmine, I'm not going to do anything you don't want, okay? Just let me feel you for a bit. $650,000 for a pair of tits is a steal."

My finger loosened. He was right. $650,000 for standing here and letting him play with my tits for a while didn't sound too bad. A lot of girls would love to take my spot. In a moment of weakness, I turned my head and accepted my fate. I figured he'd just touch me for a bit and go away. Besides, we were at a public place. He wouldn't dare to use force.

He caught the cue quickly and slipped his hand under my shirt and bra, cupping my naked breast. "I knew you were a smart girl," he said, licking my ear lobe repeatedly.

"Tell me, Jasmine, when's the last time you had sex." He toyed with my breast softly, his fingers made circles around my nipples, building anticipation.

"What? Why?" I bit my lower lip, trying to even my breathing as the sensation stirred in me.

"Entertain me, unless you want me to find other enjoyment." His other hand sliced down my ass crack.

I squeezed my asscheek. "Stop...please. Six months."

His eyes lit up. "Nobody had fucked you in six months? When's the last time you masturbated?"

"Two weeks ago." I said.

His finger finally landed on my nipple. A jolt of pleasure shot down my body and my back arched a tiny bit.

He didn't miss a beat. "You liked that huh." He said, no grazing his palm across my nipple. It tingled. His other hand went under my dress, and touched my butt, feeling them all over. His stooped a little lower and his crotch now pressed directly against my clit. I felt heat down there.

"That's... enough..." My breath was becoming uneven. The pleasure coming in waves from his finger tip.

"You're one of those with sensitive nipples huh." He grinned as if he found a key and moved his hand from one breast to the other.

I let out a quick exhale as his finger fiddled with my other nipple. I closed my eyes to try to stay composed. I didn't want him to notice what was happening inside of me, but the sensation was too strong. My body reacted to his every tug and twiddle and my mind faltered.

"Feels good, yeah?" He said. "You nipple is getting so hard."

I bit my lip hard, trying hard now to make sounds, but it was now impossible to control my breathing. I can hear myself breathing out hard, and so can he.

"You can make noise," he said. "I know it feels good for you. Your body is betraying you. Your nipples are hard as a rock."

I closed my eyes again and turned my head, hoping that will shun his voice.

"Did the last boy play with your nipple like this?" He asked.

"No." I said, my pitch a little high. The last guy I had sex with just went straight to intercourse.

"You're in for a treat then." He said, pushing up my shirt and my bra in one swift motion. Cold air hit my breast. Before I had time to object, his lips already covered my nipples, sucking and tugging.

I sucked in a sharp breath. "Ohh..." The moan spilled.

No, no, no. It felt too good. My hands fell on his shoulder, trying to push him away. I knew if he kept up, I'd lose it. But my strength failed me. There I was in the back of the bar, my shirt raised, my breast exposed, and my nipples getting sucked by a 40-year old man.

He started tackling both of my breasts at the same time, grabbing one with his hand while covering the other one with his mouth. He tasted them greedily, each movement of his tongue tugged my string, and he sucked on them like they were the most delicious thing, making loud sounds with his mouth. My body quivered as the pleasure washed over me.

"Mike... please... oh... ahh....please... mmm... stop..." I begged. I could feel wetness practically pouring out of me.

"Too good huh," he said, and went back to work, licking, twirking his tongue.

It went on for ten minutes and my body melted under his hand and tongue, flinching with every movement. He knew then, he had me. I felt my skirt lifted and his hand touched my stomach and slid lower to the rim of my panty, and then lower. I was already too weak to do anything, at that point.

No, he can't go there. He's going to find out...

"Oh, Jasmine. You're so wet." He looked up from my nipples in amazement. Heat rushed to my face. "You must want it badly."

"No...oh...I don't..." I wish I could shut my ear. But I knew what he said was true. I felt it down there. His fingers started sliding in and out of my folds through my laced panties, brushing against my clit.

"Be honest. You body really wants it huh." He leaned his forehead against mine, his breath on top of me as one of his hands cupped my breast and the other continued to slide across my drenched panty.

I breathed hard. "No...it's... oOo... not true..." But I felt my knees weak. I grabbed onto his shirt.

Then I felt the thin piece of cloth that covered me down there pulled sideways until I felt his skin. I grabbed his forearm, trying to prevent him from going further, but it was no use. I felt a finger near the entrance.

"You know you want it. You horny bitch.." His voice was low.

"Noo.. please...Ahhh..." I moaned loudly as his finger entered me.

"Oh baby. You're so fucking tight." He said, like he'd discovered a new continent. He leaned in again, his chest pressed against my naked breast while his finger slowly slid inside of me, and then slowly out. I felt everything. "You don't get fucked much huh."

The word did as much damage as his finger. I leaned against the fence, gasping for air in big gulps.

"When's the last time someone tasted your pussy?" He asked, slowly licking my upper lips, while he increased the speed of his hand.

I felt my lips down there clenching to his finger, every time his finger leaves, a return is craved. I winced at the raw words. "I... oh.... aah... I don't know. " I answered, gasping for air as another wave of pleasure hit me down there. His tongue snuck in, tasting me greedily, searching for my tongue. I kept my mouth open, allowing the pillaging. He tasted like cigarettes mixed with whiskey.

The pleasure was getting too strong now, I didn't want to come with his fingering. "Stop...please...Oh... Mike...I beg you...ahhh... you're gonna... ahhh make me.... Ohh..."

"Your pussy is this sensitive huh? I barely touched you..." he stopped and pulled out his hand. I almost grabbed it to stop it from leaving. I wanted it and he knows it.. He raised his hand to my face. It was glistening with my moisture. "Look how wet your pussy is." He said. Then slowly, he put his middle finger in his mouth and sucked on it. "Mmm...you sweet tight pussy. I'm going to taste it next time. "

My cheeks blazed. Nobody had gone down on me before. This was so embarrassing.

He leaned in and crashed his lips against mine. His tongue entered me and explored every part of my mouth. I couldn't breathe. I heard the sound of a zipper, and in a second. I felt my panty tugged lower and something big and hard had slipped between my legs, skin on skin, brushing against my lips down there, catching my juice.

"mmm...you're so wet. Your pussy juice is all over my cock." he said.

As his tips moved near my entrance, part of me wished it would go in, but Mike didn't let that happen and just teased.

"What's your favorite position?" He asked as he moved his hips, his cock sliding against my pussy, while his hand continued its work on my breast.

I found myself moving with him. "Mmm... doggy....ohhh. Doggy style."

"Do you want me to fuck you doggy style. Jasmine?" Mike asked, holding his penis with his hand and rubbing the tip of his penis against my clit back and forth.

"I...oh...no...I...mMmm..."

"Don't lie. You know your body wants to be fucked. Look how wet you're." He stepped closer, the tip of his penis now scraping my entrance, dipping in my juice.

"Oh... Mike..."

"Yeah... I like when you say my name like this."

"Just say the word and I'm gonna fuck you hard. You're gonna wish you met me earlier. "

He pushed his tip in half an inch. I felt my lips spread by him. He's big...

My lips quivered. "I...can't...oh..."

His tongue found my nipples again. With pleasures coming from both side, I finally surrendered. "Put it in please..." I said, barely a whisper.

"What did you say?" He looked up, a smirk on his face.

"I want it in..." I flexed my hip sliding lower toward his penis.

"What in?" He pulled slightly back

"Your..." I couldn't say the word.

"Say cock, you want my cock."

"Cock." I finally said the word.

"With pleasure..." He flipped me over, and rolled up my skirt, ripping my panty in one strong movement. I felt the cold air on my butt, it was immediately covered by his skin. His penis found the entrance easily and with quick thrust. The huge thing was in side of me.

"Ahhh...." I almost screamed from his fullness.

"Ohh..." he grunted. "Jasmine, baby, you feel soo good."

He thrust again, and only then did I realize he was only half way. I felt his balls against my butt and his tip almost hitting my cervix.

"Gosh, you're so tight. Almost like a virgin."

He stayed still for a minute, feeling my warmth. I could feel every part of his penis in me, the tip, the long shaft. He was so big and long. I hadn't had a girth like his ever. Then slowly, he pulled out and I felt the void, but he came in again, sliding his dick in my pussy, inch by inch.

"Awhhhh..." I moaned loudly.

"Feels good doesn't it?" He whispered in my ear,

He started stroking slowly in a rhythmic manner. I can feel him sliding in and out of me. My pussy opened its door for him like they welcomed every inch. Then I started to move my hips toward him.

"Yeah, you like that? You want me to fuck you harder?" His voice right on my ear. "Beg me to fuck you hard."

"Mmm..." I bit my lips so hard, resisting those words.

He slowly pulls out his penis.

The void was unbearable. "Fuck me please."

"Say my name."

"Fuck me hard Mike..." all shame left me.

"That's it." He thrusted his hip forward and in one quick movement, the entire penis went all the way in.

"Ahhhh...." I cried out of pleasure.

Without giving me a breather, he grabbed his hand on my waist and pulled my body toward him. The quick rhythmic sound of bodies slamming against each other began.

Pah, pah, pah. If someone had open the door to the backyard, they'd see a older man with his pants down fucking a young women from the back against the fence, her skirt rolled up to reveal her naked butt and her shirt pushed up to show her breast.

"Ah... ah.... Oh..." I couldn't keep my mouth shut as intense pleasure hit me.

He groaned. "God, your pussy is so tight... Oh... grmmm.... Can't believe others hadn't tapped this... oh god..."

I didn't have any strength to respond to him as I was jerked back and forth by his impact. My mind went blank with electric jolts.

"Oh gosh, you so fucking wet, I can feel your juice on my balls, you horny slut." He thrusted deep, his stomach slamming against my butt.

"Ahhh."

"Yeah... you liked it deep?" He does it again, pulling out slowly and thrusting deep in me.

"Oh..."

He picked up the rhythm and fucked me for almost 15 minutes straight without breaking.

"Oh your pussy is clenching me so hard... mmgmm. You wanna come don't you..."

He was right, I felt my my pussy squeezing on to his penis like it didn't want to let go of his cock.

"Come now... come on my cocks. You know you want to." He quickened the pace, every stroke all the way to the end. His balls smacking my butt.

The words broke me.

"Ahhh.... Mike... Ahhh... I'm...ohhhh...gonna... ohh..."

"Come slut... come on my cock. You know you want to." He growled.

An opera came out of my mouth as my body convulsed his cock. My back arched.

"Yeah, that's it... oh god... mmmhmmm you're squeezing me so tight... oh.... I can't hold it anymore...mmm...I'm gonna in you." Mike made a loud groan.

"No...ahhh... please... oh... don't mmm... come in me..." I was still coming at that point, the pleasure too strong for words.

His hands clutched tighter on my hip. "Oh, baby, I'm going to come inside of you so hard." He charged. "You're gonna take every single drop.. mmm." He said, then suddenly stopped moving, his penis deep in me and I felt the tip shake inside of me. No....

I tried to pull away, but his hands were like iron claws, pressing himself tightly to me. One load, then another... I felt his hip movement with each shot of cum. It went on for almost 30 seconds straight. Then, he exhaled and I knew it was over, he was done. My pussy was now full of his cum. The realization hit like a brick. What started as catching fresh air had turned into a full sex session and i had begged begged for it.

"Oh my god, you...are...mm... exquisite..." he said, groaning like he was savoring the moment. He didn't pull out immediately and waited until his penis was becoming soft. When he finally slipped out, a splash of white liquid followed him and flowed down my inner thigh. There was so much cum.

He rolled my skirt down and squeezed my butt one more time. "Hmmm... that's was a good fuck. I can't wait to experience you again."