Free Rock Her by Liz Thomas

approached me. I thought it
would be interesting to have you write about the band. Tell our crazy stories.
And… and you sounded cute on the phone.”
    Annie blushed.
    “And I was right. I have excellent ears,” he winked at her. And you have a magnificent body!
    Annie put her elbows on the table and clasped her hands over
her plate. She rested her chin on her fingers.
    “So, Kip. Are you telling me that this is the boundary of the
book? Only the rock and roll story? No war? No father? No wealth?”
    Kip stared at her for a moment before putting another cut of
beef into his mouth. Then he spoke while chewing. “Well, Annie, there might be
more than just the rock and roll story.”
    “Like what?”
    “Well, I am a great fuck.” And
so are you!
    Annie smiled. “So, you want me to write about how good you are
in bed?”
    “Sure,” Kip said looking serious. “Couldn’t hurt my future any.
And besides, you can do lots of research.”
    Annie beamed at him across the table. Then her face changed.
She became serious too.
    “Seriously Kip,” she said. “I don’t know about this anymore. If
there are limits it will really hamper my prospects. I intend to make a very
strong career out of my writing of biographies. I am really good at it. I have
never had rules before about what I could write about and what I couldn’t
before. I am troubled at the prospect.”
    Kip put down his fork and spread his hands on the table.
    “Annie, there is always the prospect of not needing a career,”
he said.
    “What?”
    “I just mean, who says you need to write biographies? Who says
you even need a career?” Kip said.
    Annie’s eyes widened. “I do, Kip. I need to eat.”
    Kip smiled and reached out and took her hands in his.
    “Annie, haven’t you been listening? I am rich,” he said.
    Annie’s face went blank.
    “Are you saying you’d pay me to not write your story?” Annie
asked.
    Kip shook his head. “No. I am just saying that you can do what
you want. You don’t have to worry about what to add or what to keep out of the
book. You don’t even have to write the book about me. I’ll support you no
matter what you do.”
    Annie took her hands from Kip’s and turned sideways in her
chair. She looked at the floor. It was true, she could get used to living like
Kip does very easily. She always dreamed of it. It was not that Annie was a
shallow person. Much to the contrary. But her ex had always promised her an
elevated lifestyle, but had never delivered. It left her wanting. She was not
too proud to admit it.
    But Annie was also a writer. She loved to write. She knew that
whatever would happen to her in her life, she would always be a writer.
    “Look, Annie,” Kip said. “We can talk more about this tomorrow.
It’s nothing to stress about.”
    Annie smiled. “You own this restaurant, don’t you, Kip?” she
asked.
    Kip smiled and shrugged.
    Annie looked at him sideways. “I am busy tomorrow, Kip.”
    Kip chuckled. “We’ve already been over this. I know that you
have no life, remember? What do you have to do tomorrow?”
    “I have to get ready for my trip to Afghanistan with you, Kip,”
she said.

 
    Back at the hotel room, Kip left Annie in the living room when
he went into the bathroom. When he returned, he found her standing behind the
kitchenette counter. Her dress was off and Kip laid eyes on her black lace bra.
Annie was pouring two drinks. She would
look great with a tattoo right above that left nipple, Kip thought.
    “Have a seat, I’ll be right there,” Annie said holding up the
bottle of zinfandel.
    Kip pulled off his shirt and tossed it across the room. He
smiled at her. Whatever you say!
    He dropped to the couch and kicked his feet up on the table. He
watched her pour. Then she rounded the bar and walked toward him. She was
wearing no panties. Just the bra. Kip grew instantly hard.
    “You lost something,” he said.
    “I never had them, remember?” Annie smiled.

 
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