Nikki Sixx Fantasies

A Lady's Night Out/1999

Nikki's pov

It's not easy being a musician and a husband. I'm trying to be faithful even if my wife Donna is being an ice cube. I just want to unwind. Drink and watch some strippers with my band. Hey I'm married not dead. Anyway a bunch of groupies have followed us here. I try to avoid them it's not working very well. I spot a chick sitting front stage. She's wearing a Catholic school uniform. It's light blue and grey. Button up shirt and a mini skirt She wears sneakers with short socks. Maybe she's one of the dancers. She whistles at the dancer on stage. Maybe she swings to the other side. It would be nice to have Feminine company that doesn't eye me like a piece of meat. I plant myself next to her. Vince sits on my left. Mick next to him. The chicks still try to rub up on me. I ignore it.

"Like what you see?" I ask chuckling.

"Always." she answers giggling. She finally looks up at me.
"Nikki Sixx." She says her cheeks turning pink.

"Yes." I smirk. "Are you one of the dancers?" She turns redder.

"No this really is my college uniform." She groans. She quickly shows her student card just in case I might doubt her.

"Wow they actually make you wear that?" I laugh.

"Yes." She giggles.

"You do it justice." I complement.

"Thank you." She smiles sweetly.

"So what's a good girl like you doing in a place like this? I ask. I know it's a bad pick up line.

"Being bad." She answers bluntly. I'm amused by her come back.

"Jenny you want your usual?" A waitress asks interrupting our conversation.

"Oh yeah." She answers.

"I'll be buying Jenny's drinks tonight." I inform the waitress.

"I have no complaints, but are you sure you want too. Because #1 You are going back to your hotel alone. #2 My drinks are expensive and I can drink a lot of them." She grins.

"I think your company and you being a cock block is worth it. And I think my wallet can handle it." I say with a smirk. She precedes to order a White Russian. Then asks one of the dancers sweetly for a lap dance. The dancer obliges. It gets a lot of male attention. It has definitely caught my eye and I'm front row to the action. She sighs happily when it's over. I sigh a little too.

"So what are you going to school for?" I ask.

"I want to be a writer." She answers. I glance at her small hands and notice the gold ring on her finger. Maybe she's not as safe as I thought. I look around for a jealous husband. She notices.

"Don't worry there's no husband that's going to show up and punch you. He's been dead for over a year now." She sighs.

"I'm sorry." I say softly. I hate to ask I see you still where your ring but am I being a cock block."

"Oh god no. I'm just here to have fun." She smiles sadly. I thought we would grow old together. I still can't really imagine being with anyone else. Unfortunately I'm not dead below the waist. But I don't take anyone home."

"Wow my wife would probably be already remarried and burning through the money I left her and my kids." I huff.

"That's a sad thought. I just know I'm not ready." She reaffirms.

"Need other drink?" I ask.

"That would be great." Before we can talk any further one of the groupies tries to maul me. While we had been talking Vince had left probably with some chick. Mick is probably back at the hotel. It left room.
"Hey bitch he's mine tonight. You lost your chance." Jenny says raising her voice. She pinches the girl's noise and gives her a shove backwards. Then she immediately plants herself on my lap claiming me. The groupie stomps off with her friends. All I can do is laugh.

"Damn girl you're a great bodyguard." I snicker. Damn she feels really good on my lap. I try to ignore the beginning hard on. I'm married and she's definitely not ready to give it up to a stranger.

After that I'm left alone. Jenny and I continue to drink and talk. She was right about one thing she can handle her alcohol. It's closing before we call it quits. My thoughts are foggy but not so bad I'm not wondering where she goes to sleep it off. In my infinite wisdom. I decide to take her back to my hotel room. In her infinite wisdom she decides to come. We laugh Hysterically all the way there because we are drunk and everything is funny.

We stumble to the elevator and ride to my floor. It takes me awhile to find my room. Of course we find that funny too. Opening the door we crash through laughing. I help her to the bed where she passes out. I take off her shoes. I'm afraid if I take off anything more I might not stop. So i cover her up and collapse on the other side of the bed. I groan even as fucked up as I am I can't sleep. I have a cute girl in a Catholic school girl uniform passed out next to me. I have a hard on. Remember Nikki your married and she's Grieving. But my wife is being a cold fish and would it really hurt the woman to have my warm touch for tonight. I'm really to messed up to be pondering morality. I wonder what she has on under her uniform. Is it just white cotton panties and bra. Is she being rebellious and wearing something lacey. Is it black, red, maybe pink. I bury my head in my pillow and groan. She's a good girl laying next to a bad boy trying to be good.

Oh damn she has rolled over and now cuddles close. She sighs sweetly when I give in and pull her closer. Oh this is nice. I can't help resting my cheek against her silky hair. I caress her back and hip. The girl moans and presses her pussy against my dick in her sleep. She's having a wet dream and she's killing me. I want to wake her up so bad. Who is she dreaming about?
"Nikki." She moans. I want her. I lightly brush my lips against hers hoping she's not sleeping to deeply. She slowly opens her eyes.
"Kiss me again." she giggles sleepily. I press my lips on hers moving slowly as she wakes up. She encourages me to deepen the kiss. Once awake she gets playful We tease one other with light touches rolling around. I finally allow myself to slip my hands under her shirt to touch bare skin. She slowly begins to explore my skin with her fingertips. Her kisses and touches become hungry but slow. It's like she wants to savor everything we do.
"I've missed this." she whispers. Kissing lightly she goes from my neck to my chest. It make groan. We pull apart long enough for me to find out what's under her school girl uniform. Her panties and bra are lacey and red. Then those are off and I find her breasts to tease and suck. The woman is eager to please and eager to be pleased. She fun. But its not hard to see Her heart is on her sleeve. Her soul is in eyes. How did this go from being so light hearted to being so heartfelt.
"Jenny you shouldn't make love to me. You should just use me." I say gently.

"I don't know how to do that." She whispers as She cradles me between her thighs. She moves her hips encouraging me to penetrate. I shouldn't I don't want to be the one to teach her to fuck. Sighing I slip inside her warmth anyway. I want and need this. We moan as I begin thrust and in moments we catch a rhythm. She's moves with a combination of experience and innocence. Her moans are soft and low. I look into her gentle eyes they are half closed as she gazes up at me. I look away from the confusion of emotions I see there and loose myself in the physical passion between us. Her body begins to bow. She changes rhythm. She's asking for something with her body. I take a guess and give her short deep strokes. She cries out my name and grinds against me. I need to pull out. Stupid me isn't wearing a condom. She bucks as she rides out her orgasm. I loose control and cum spilling inside her. I collapse on top of her out of breath. I just lay there. Then I worry I might be getting to heavy and I'm worried about her emotional reaction. Nikki don't be a chicken, I rebuke myself. Rising up I find her sleeping a very content expression on her face. I roll pulling her gently with me. I cuddle her and close my eyes. Tomorrow will bring what it may.

Dedicated to Nikki Sixx