When the Black Rage comes Knocking

The Move to LA - Chapter 9

As the cab pulls up outside of Lexi's apartment block AJ can't help but get a little nervous about the date, which really isn't like him at all. He's usually so confident around women, especially as he's constantly having them throw themselves at him all the time. He's even shagged a large number of them over the years, but there is something different about Lexi that he just can't put his finger on. Maybe it's something to do with the way she handled herself with that red head who pushed her into his lap, or the way she is just so down to earth and bubbly. But one thing is for sure, whenever he is around her, he can't keep his eyes off her, and he is forever sneaking sly glances at her, even though he has been caught out by her and her friend a few times.

He pays the cab driver and gets out of the taxi and as he rings the door buzzer, he looks at his watch to check the time. Its 6.55pm and the table is booked for 7.45pm. It will only take them, about 10 minutes to get there from Lexi's apartment so at least they don't have to rush straight out he thinks to himself as he walks up to her apartment door.

When she opens the door to him, he can't believe how amazing she looks. She has got a short black dress on which clearly shows off her amazing curves. She has got her long blonde hair down and it's slightly curled, and she has got a pair of black thigh high boots on, and as he looks her up and down he instantly feels a twitch in his cock, and he suddenly can't think straight. Her lips look so amazing and all he wants to do is kiss them. He's been fantasising about her all day, but now that he's here and she's stood in front of him, all he wants to do is get his hands on her and take her into the bedroom and fuck her senseless.

'Holy Fuck! You look amazing' he says with a devilish grin.

She invites him in and as she turns to close the door, he notices that the dress is backless apart from two pieces that tie around her neck, and that it shows off a huge phoenix tattoo, which runs up the whole of her back. She turns to walk away but he needs to feel her in his arms right now. He grabs hold of her hand, and pull her into his arms and kiss her. He doesn't want the kiss to end but he knows that if he doesn't keep the kiss as short as he can, they will never got out of the apartment. He pulls apart from her but he can feel his cock is slowly starting to get hard and as she goes to get him a beer, he sneakily re-adjusts himself inside his jeans before he walks over to sit down on her couch.

That's when he notices a guitar on its stand in the corner. He gets up and walks over to have a closer look. It looks like a Mk 3 Mockingbird, and from the looks of it there are some serious modifications to it, which look like they wouldn't have been cheap at all, as the workmanship is impeccable.

'Is this a Mk 3 Mockingbird' He asks her in awe

'Oh yeah, I was left some money when my grandma passed away so I treated myself to it. I normally tend to buy Les Paul or Strat's but when I was in the store I was instantly drawn to it, so I had a go and just loved the way it felt and the way it sounded. I then got the bridge pins, pick up covers and headstock changed to my own design, along with a few other specified modifications that I wanted done. Give it a try if you want!'

He picks the guitar up and sits on the couch, and slowly starts to play it. Lexi watches him play, and as she watches his fingers move up and down the neck with precise expertise, she can't help but imagine him using his fingers on her with the same intense and swift movements, and she can instantly feel the pleasure and heat building in her groin. She can't wait to feel him inside of her and she just hopes to god that he can satisfy her every desire in reality as much as he does in the fantasies she has been having about him ever since they met.

After a few minutes, he looks up and he realises Lexi is just standing there watching him play.

'Shit, I'm sorry, I got completely carried away there for a minute.' He laughs feeling slightly embarrassed as he stands up and puts the guitar back on its stand. 'So you normally buy Strat's or Les Pauls? How many you got?'