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A New Client	By : ElizabethAshbury Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Korn Views: 1672 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Korn. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-A New Client
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A New Client
I’ve been working hard all day at my salon that I co-own with my best friend. The environment here is very relaxed with a real earthy atmosphere. Our dress code for ourselves and our employees is likewise, nice-looking, comfortable pants, jeans are okay as long as they have some style. Earthy toned or black clothes are highly encouraged. Today I’m wearing a pair of khaki-colored pants that flare generously at the bottom. My shoes are brown clogs. My top is a light purple color, lilac with more saturation, but certainly not an obnoxious purple. It’s sleeveless and the front begins like a rounded collar, but is interrupted by a deep U-cut, my ample cleavage is showing a little, but still looks classy and professional. Around the U on my shirt are rhinestones. It’s already around 6 in the evening, mid-summer in Texas, and everyone except me and my friend have gone home. I’m very excited today because I’m going to be giving a scalp massage and facial to someone famous. It’s in my appointment book. My friend is happy for me, but a little envious, she’s actually had a few famous clients, now it’s my turn. For some reason, I wasn’t told who it would be. I only knew it was a man in the music industry, and that he was fairly young. Whoever it was, I was ready! This would look so good on a résumé! I said bye to one of my regulars and began to sweep up my station. My friend had to leave because she had a date with a nice guy that she had met while we were out one night. There’s nothing for me to do but sit and wait. I grab myself a Diet Vanilla Coke from our community fridge that we offer to customers and employees. I sit down in my chair and open a hairstyle magazine and my soda. Dammit, my feet hurt. I figure I’ll kick off my clogs for a minute while I sit down.

I’m drinking my Coke and reading about how to give a client a “textured look”, but really, all I can think about is how excited I am that Korn is coming to Dallas again tomorrow, and I’m going to be in the pit in front of them!. As I drink the last drop from the still ice-cold can, I hear a car pull up. I look out the window. I see a pair of uniquely-styled glasses with black frames and a goatee. “Surely not,” I say quietly to myself. I look deeper into the window and see long, black hair, dread locks, in fact.

“No fucking way,” I say out loud. I remain calm on the outside as I freak out on the inside! I booked an appointment for Jonathan Davis?! The lead singer of Korn? I’m so happy and nervous and freaked out at the same time. I want to jump for joy and cry tears of excitement, I’m so overwhelmed. I must act normal, though. He emergesm thm the car and stretches his arms out like he’s as tired as I am. He’s wearing army pants and a black T-shirt with black shoes. He opens the door and walks in, looking around like he’s lost.

“Hi, how are you,” I say to him as I admire the man himself, right in front of me. His genuinely kind eyes meet mine.

“Hi, okay, I guess,” he smiles a little.

“I’m Courtney,” I reach out to shake his beautifully sculpted hand. I have so many pictures of him stored on my hard drive and here he is in front of me. He grips my hand firmly; his hand is warm, but not sweaty. I know my hands are cold as ice.

“You’re with me today; in fact I’m the only one here.”

“Cool,” he says it casually, but still has a strange ring to it. “I’m Jonath-“

“Yes I know,” I blurt out, interrupting him, “I’m sorry, but I’m such a huge fan!”

“Thanks,” he begins to play with his dreads in his similar manner and smiles.

“Well, please, come in.” At this point, I realized I forgot to put my shoes back on; I quickly slip back into them. They really hurt now. I start to limp.

“Don’t feel like you’ve got to put your shoes on for me. This is your place,” he says sweetly.

“Good,” I laugh and kick the damn things off again. “Follow me.” I leonatonathan in the back room where we do massages and facials. It’s a very comfortable looking room with warm colors, suns and moons painted on the walls and lavender scented candles and subtle red lamps provide light. The floor is carpeted. There’s a massage table next to a shelf that hold all our oils and lotions. The chair is a few feet away. It’s a comfortable off-black leather chair that vibrates lightly; pretty much resembles a sleek living room recliner.

“Which would you like first?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he grins.

“Okay then, sit down.” I motion for him to sit in the chair. When he sits down, he doesn’t completely relax, he must be nervous too. He removes his glasses and puts them in one of his deep pockets. I hand him our CD booklet and ask him to pick a few. He hands me the booklet and the CDs, I put the music of his choice on and stand behind him. I put my hands in his tangled, dread-locked hair. I begin to rub at the sce wce with my finger tips. I rub all over his head and lightly scratch at his neck with my nails, he shudders a little at this and I smile behind him. I’m really trying to hide the fact that I am very nervous. My dream man is in front of me and I’m TOUCHING him! He starts to relax now, closes his eyes and lets out a sigh. It’s getting awkward; I want him to say something!

“Mmmmm…this is nice,” he says, almost flirtatiously and like he’s surprised that it feel good.

“You didn’t think I was going to hurt you did you?” I joke with him.

“I wasn’t sure what to expect. I’ve never done this before,” he looks up at me and grins like a lustful teenage boy. Damn, he’s cute, even cuter in person.

“Oooh, first time. I’ll be nice…maybe,” I flirt back.

“NOW, you’re starting to scare me,” he laughs that signature laugh of his I’ve heard so many times in interviews and clips of him goofing around with the guys.

“Oh, don’t worry, honey,” I say with my sweet little Dallas, Texas twang, “I don’t bite too hard”.

“Maybe I do.”

I laugh. We begin a conversation of bullshit small talk. I ask him why he decided to come here instead of using his team of stylists that he has at his fingertips at all times. He tells me that he gets tired of the same routine all the time and wanted a change of pace and scenery. I wonder how he heard about us. He read our ad, he says, it sounded like a cool place, not your standard salon. I ask if we met his expectations, he says we have so far. I wonder if there is a double meaning to that, like he’s expecting something a little morem mem me. Maybe not expecting, but hoping, like I am. I doubt I’m that lucky. I turn the vibrating switch on in the chair.

“Whoa,” he says, a little surprised. He stiffens a little in his seat.

“Do you want me to turn it off?”

“Oh no, this is nice. I’m in a quiet place for once and I have a beautiful girl massaging me, who also happens to be a fan. This is great.” He relaxes again, closing his eyes. Did he just call me beautiful? I suppress my excitement, containing it in a silly grin, sure that I look like an idiot, and glad he can’t see me right now acting like a silly-ass school girl. I look down at this beautiful man in front of me. His skin is as white as mine and perfectly smooth, looks like silk. I just want to feel my lips on his milky white forehead. His lips are very smooth as well and I get the sudden urge to run my fingertips over them while he’s in this vulnerable position. I want to move this further, but how? Before I can begin to think about what I’m doing, I place my hands on his shoulders and start rubbing them, I don’t say anything, I continue, like I’m in control and this is part of the routine. It obviously doesn’t bother him any, he lets out a groan like I have lifted a ton off of him. I continue this for about a minute, then go back to rubbing his head. What can I do to move this along? Suddenly a CRAZY idea hits me. I go to stand in front of him. He opens his eyes and looks pleasantly surprised to see me in front of him. I reach out and rub his head from my new angle. Shit! Now what do I do? To my relief, he immediately relaxes. Dammit! I look like a groupie, I’m sure! Maybe I’m being too self-conscious, if I don’t stop, it’ll show, I should just keep acting like I know what I’m doing, besides, he doesn’t seem to mind at all! Yeah, that’s right, I tell myself, I’m in control and hell; he’stingting in my hands. I’m being awfully bold right now, though. I move in closer, but not too close. My right leg is in between his knees, and touching; I’m starting to sweat a little. My knees feel like Jell-O. My technique becomes firmer on his head and I put my hands around the back and rub firmly with both hands. He likes this. He lets out a breath like he had been holding it in all day, he groans a little too. At the same time, he moves his right hand and gently touches my leg, right above my knee, on the side. Did he mean to do that? I wonder. The rest of his body is as it has been, very relaxed. His hand lingers on my leg for a few seconds before he brushes up above and behind my knee, my sensitive spot, as if he somehow knows. My stomach tightens with excitement. His other hand finds my other leg and does the same. I feel like I’m going to explode right now! This actually makes me slightly wet. He finally opens his eyes and looks dead on into mine. I stare back, daring him. With surprising force, he pulls the backs of my legs forward and my knees fall onto the chair, now I’m straddling him. I want to sit down on his lap, but I don’t yet. He stares at my breasts in front of him. My hands find their way down the back of his neck, his shoulders, his chest and rest on the edge of his jaw. His eyes are still fixed on me. He looks at me like he wants to ravage my body, and I want him to. He firmly places both hands on my ass, and then rubs them down the front of my thighs. I sit down on his lap and move in closer to him until my face is about a millimeter away from his. His face lunges at mine, like he’s going to bite me, but instead plants a firm kiss on my mouth. I kiss back and we kiss fully open mouth, our tongues licking at each other wildly. We’re breathing very heavily now and I’m already starting to moan. How could it feel any better than this? Actually, he’s being a little, and I’m a little scared...in a good way, but then I know he’t r’t really hurt me…will he? The attitude he’s giving me seems like the one in the song “Beat it upright”, a song that has provoked many fantasies in my head. I want to know what will happen next. He grabs my ass again and squeezes it like it belongs to h He He spanks me hard, but it feels good. We’re still kissing when he grabs both my shoulders and pushes me back. For a second I think he’s going to stop and as I start to get disappointed, he tugs at my shirt and gives me The Stare again.

“Take this off NOW little girl, before I rip it off you!” He’s looking at me like he wants to tear it off and bite me. I quickly take off my top and his hands unhook my bra, he pulls it off like it annoys him and throws it down like a little kid who’s tired of a certain toy. He leans forward and I arch my back slightly as he licks my breasts and bites.

“Mmmm…nice tits, honey,” he growls. He has his hands and mouth all over them, licking, grabbing, and biting every inch of them. He puts my nipple in his mouth and bites, pretty hard. I let out a little cry of pain and he then gently licks and kisses it. He holds me by the sides of my waist and pushes me to sit up so he can get another look at my naked upper body. His eyes that were kind when I met him are now full of perverted lust. He has this look like he’s enjoying his new toy, which is me. He leans back again to stare at me, running his hands over my belly, my arms, then up my shoulders and wrapping a hand around the back of my neck, with his thumb on my throat. He runs his thumb over the front of my neck like he’s going to squeeze it; the look on his face makes me think he could be toying with the idea, not to really hurt me, but just enough to make me think he would. He likes this position of power over my body that I’m giving him. He runs his hand from my throat, down the middle of my back and rubs my back gently with both hands.

“Your skin is so soft,” he says quietly and more gently this time. I like how he can change his tone of voice so smoothly, fr pri primal, caveman-like growl, to something very smooth and seductive, like a man who will say and do anything to get into my pants. As I’m thinking about this, he moves to do just that. He puts his hands in the waistband of my pants, like he’s going to pull them down, but instead leaves them there to feel the lower part of my waist, running his s ths through it. He takes them out and puts each of his hands on the tops of both my thighs, and rubs his thumbs on the most inner part, right before my crotch. I instinctively draw my head back and sigh heavily.

“You like that, baby?” he says, knowing damn good and well I do. I don’t answer hith ith words. He pulls me even closer and raises his hips to grind his erection into my crotch. I think I might scream. I start grinding on top of his lap, through our pants. He just watches me, admiring my breasts and caressing my back. He lightly scratches it and makes me moan and writhe a little. I lean in to kiss him again. This time it’s a softer kiss. I lick his lips like a kitten and bite his lower lip slightly. He gets his face close to my ear and says:

“Get up.”

I get off his lap and he stands and stretches a little. He points to the chair, which is still on “vibrate”, and tells me to sit down. He says it so matter-of-factly, like we’re at a business meeting, that I wonder what he’s going to do. Why did he stop? I sit down, confused but curious. He commands me to relax and I try to as much as possible; leaning back and crossing my legs, I poth oth my forearms over the arms of the chair. He gets on his knees in front of me and I suddenly realize he’s controlling me. I like it. He probably just wants to see if he can get me to do what he says, and he can, we both know it. He uncrosses my legs, pushes them apart and puts himself in between them. He kisses my belly in several places and moves lower, working his way to my crotch. He puts his face right in front of it and breathes hot air directly on my crotch. The warm feeling is absorbed my pants and makes me wet immediately, more than I was already. He rubs my crotch through my pants and breaths on it again. I put my hands on his head and he continues doing this. Now he’s just torturing me. I can’t stand it! I want him to fuck me!!! I start to whine impatiently. He laughs quietly to himself. He does his breathing on me and rubbing a couple more times and I can’t take it anymore! I reach to unbutton and unzip my pants. He sees me doing this and smiling devilishly. He was waiting for me to do it! He pulls my pants off me and looks surprised to see that I’ve been “going commando” this whole time.

“Nice and shaved, good girl,” he says before shoving his face into it and licking furiously. I go insane as he does this. I moan, cry and scream loudly; glad that nobody can hear me except Jonathan and my sounds encourage him to keep going at it. I shift forward a little and put my legs on his shoulders. He’s holding both my hands, our fingers interlocking, then he lets go and slides a finger into me. I breathe very deeply now and enjoy the sensation, then he says:

“You’re really wet, sweetie.”

The sound of his voice causes me to moan again. My stomach tightens as he slides in another finger. He licks my clit as he does this. Just as I’m about to reach an orgasm, he stops AGAIN. Now I’m starting to catch on to his game. I sit up and look at him. He pats me on the side of my waist and tells me to turn around and bend over in front of him. I decide to play a game of my own.

“Why, what do want to do to me?”

“JUST TURN AROUND!” He says through a clenched jaw, then grabbing me by my waist with both hands, forcing me on my knees with my back to him, my upper body leaning on the seat. He gets right behind me and I feel his haock ock on my ass through his pants. He leans into my ear, not able to see that I am grinning ear to ear, and I feel his chest on my back. He feels very warm, and a little sweaty, I can smell him. With his face as close as it is to mine I can smell me on his breath. He reaches around me and grabs my crotch, rubbing my clit.

“Mouthy aren’t you, little girl? You have a beautiful back and a nice ass.”

I close my eyes and moan softly. I pull myself up.

“GET DOWN!!!” He pushes me back down. “Bad girl, huh? You know what I do to bad girls, honey?”

“Oh, please show me,” I beg as I turn to look at him with a smirk, I reach behind me to touch his dick. He closes his eyes and breathes in, almost giving in. Then he pushes my arm in front of me again and smacks my ass really hard.

“Ahhhhh!!!” I scream out loud. That one hurt, but I quickly straighten up. “Is that all you got?”

“Oh you want more?”

With that, I turn around and grab at his pants. I can’t get them undone fast enough! He pulls off his shirt, showing me that beautiful hairy chest of his. He really is sweating and I can smell it, but it only turns me on more, it’s not a bad smell. I run my fingers through his chest hair and press my cheek up against it, with my arms around him. He embraces me too, and then I pull down his pants, he helps until he’s as naked as I am. He tells me to turn around, more sweetly than before and tells me to bend over the seat of the chair again. I do just that and as soon as I get comfortable, I feel him enter me doggy-style. His cock pushes its way in very slowly. It feels really big, but good. I moan loudly.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby girl. You wanted more, you’re getting it.” He pulls it out to start fucking me. He starts out at a normal pace, and then he slows down. He pulls out and turns me to face him. I sit up and look down at his dick. It’s so hard and beautiful. He scoots back on his knees, and pulls me onto the floor by my ankles. He pulls my knees apart and still in his upright position, holding me in the air by my hips, enters me full force. I feel instant waves of pleasure radiate through my body. I scream with pleasure. He says nothing, just closes his eyes, and tilts his head back. He fucks me at a steady pacd lod lowers himself on top of me. His body is slick with sweat, even through all that hair. He starts pounding me hard and fast and I start to get loud again.

“Yeah, cum for me, good girl.”

“FUCK…yes…harder!!!”

“You like that…dirty girl…huh…you like that dick in your cunt?”

I just moan harder.

“Yeah, you know you do. Put your legs around me…PUT YOUR FUCKING LEGS AROUND ME!!!”

I obey. He grabs both my wrists and pins them to the floor.

“You want to really get fucked?”

“Yes!”

“Want me to make you cum again? Do you want to scream?”

“Yes, please…do it!!”

“Sit your ass in that chair!” He points at it and I scoot back on my ass, like a little girl who doesn’t want a spanking. My eyes are fixed on him and I pull myself up onto the chair.

“I’m gonna make you cry.” He lunges at me and pounds away at me, holding my ass, clawing at me. He’s practically attacking me. I love it. I scream my loudest yet.

“That’s what I like to hear, good girl…that’s it.”

I feel another orgasm sneak up on me and I feel him cum inside me. We both try to catch our breath and he collapses on top of me. He runs his hand over the top of my head and kisses my forehead. I could fall right to sleep just like this. He pulls out of me and slowly gets up. He helps me to my feet and we find our clothes. Once we are fully dressed, he reaches for his wallet to pay me for the massage.

“No,” I tell him.

“Please…”

“For all that you have done for me…” He reluctantly puts it back up.

“C’mere,” he motions me to walk toward him. My eyes instantly tear up from the impact of what just happened. My dream man is in front of me and I just fucked him. It happened so fast. I bury my face in his chest. He rubs my back.

“Shhhh, no baby,” he says softly, kisses my head and hugs me again.

I straighten up. “I’m sorry; I don’t what that was about.”

“Are you going to the show?”

“Of course, front row, pit, to see you.”

“No shit? You’ve got to watch from the stage, though, I insist. You won’t let me pay you, let me do this.”

“I can’t argue that,” then a bad feeling comes over me. “Please don’t think that’s what I did this for. Oh shit!!!” I really didn’t think he would do that. Now I’m embarrassed.

He comes closer to me again and puts his hands on my arms. “I can see you’re a special person. I know you didn’t. I knew that when I first saw you.”

“I mean…I didn’t even know it would be you…I swear.”

“I know.”

He gave me a card and told me exactly where to go tomorrow, that it wouldn’t be a problem and that he would see me then…and after the show.

“What happens after that?”

“Oh don’t worry; I have the number here and I WILL BE BACK! See you later, and I really mean that.” He kisses me and I hug him again and tell him goodnight.
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