Free FANtasy: A Hot Interracial BWWM Western Rockstar Erotic Story (Her Rocker Book 2) by Ja'lah Jones Page A
Authors: Ja'lah Jones
to support themselves. Sure, it didn’t pay much, but she didn’t need much. It kept a roof over her head and food on the table, and she didn’t need much more than that.
Well, most of the time. She looked down at her phone and switched the playlist to Public Outcry, the one she listened to every morning. Her friends had already bought tickets to their concert this summer but Julia wasn’t going to be able to go, the tickets and a hotel room were going to be just too expensive.
She’d skipped college so she could work and she had no desire to wrack up tons of student loan debt anyway, but sometimes it still stung that she missed out on some of the things her friends were getting to experience. Like see her favorite band in concert.
Julia sighed and stood up from behind her desk. Who was she kidding, even if she’d gone to college, she still probably wouldn’t be able to afford to go. People like her always lived on the razor’s edge of poverty. But she didn’t mind, she was doing what she loved.
Corbin
Corbin walked up to the old rickety looking building and wondered if he were in the right place.
The sign said, ‘Community Cares Food Bank’ but he was sure the building was actually abandoned.
As he’d ridden through town in the little rented Kia sedan he looked on in wonder as his surroundings became more and more dilapidated.
The band had been playing the next town over when the incident had happened Corbin could only guess that Jay had accidentally wondered off the beaten path to get to this little Podunk community. He couldn’t imagine someone would come here on purpose.
He pulled the little Kia in the parking lot and turned off the engine before pulling down the visor and looking at himself in the mirror one last time. He looked ridiculous. Even after letting his beard grow in, wearing the glasses he’d been given and the stupid mullet wig, he couldn’t believe anyone would be fooled by something so stupid looking. He was going to end up on the entertainment shows anyway, except instead of looking like an incompetent rock star with no respect for the law he was going to look like an incompetent rock star with no respect for the law wearing a fucking mullet wig.
He lets out a sigh and opens the door to the car. There’s no way out of it, he’s got to go in.
The appearance of the building doesn’t improve much once he gets inside. There’s a little waiting area and a sign in slash receptionist desk that’s poorly lit with flickering florescent lights.
There’s a woman who looks to be in her fifties sitting behind the receptionist desk.
“Yes, I’m here to do some community service hours.” He says politely as possible, the woman doesn’t even look up from the ancient computer screen, she just keeps on chewing her gum.
“Through those doors, down the hall through the big double doors and into the warehouse. Call out foor Julia, she’s who you’ll be reporting to.
He nodded, aware that she probably didn’t see him and didn’t care whether he understood her directions or not. There was probably a riveting game of Farmville on the other side of her computer screen that demanded her full attention.
He made his way down the corridor she’d mislabeled a hallways. It was more of something out of a horror movei than anything else. Hopefully he wasn’t reporting to leatherface to be slaughtered for his good deed of getting Jay out of trouble.
Corbin made it through the doors at the end of the hallway without incident and was surprised to find a large room filled with stainless steel metal shelving full of food neatly organized. Some shelves were full to overflowing and some were completely bare.
He wondered if he was just expected to bellow out the supervisor’s name when he saw her walk around the corner.
It felt like he’d been punched in the gut. She looked like a Julia, if there were a painting of
Well, most of the time. She looked down at her phone and switched the playlist to Public Outcry, the one she listened to every morning. Her friends had already bought tickets to their concert this summer but Julia wasn’t going to be able to go, the tickets and a hotel room were going to be just too expensive.
She’d skipped college so she could work and she had no desire to wrack up tons of student loan debt anyway, but sometimes it still stung that she missed out on some of the things her friends were getting to experience. Like see her favorite band in concert.
Julia sighed and stood up from behind her desk. Who was she kidding, even if she’d gone to college, she still probably wouldn’t be able to afford to go. People like her always lived on the razor’s edge of poverty. But she didn’t mind, she was doing what she loved.
Corbin
Corbin walked up to the old rickety looking building and wondered if he were in the right place.
The sign said, ‘Community Cares Food Bank’ but he was sure the building was actually abandoned.
As he’d ridden through town in the little rented Kia sedan he looked on in wonder as his surroundings became more and more dilapidated.
The band had been playing the next town over when the incident had happened Corbin could only guess that Jay had accidentally wondered off the beaten path to get to this little Podunk community. He couldn’t imagine someone would come here on purpose.
He pulled the little Kia in the parking lot and turned off the engine before pulling down the visor and looking at himself in the mirror one last time. He looked ridiculous. Even after letting his beard grow in, wearing the glasses he’d been given and the stupid mullet wig, he couldn’t believe anyone would be fooled by something so stupid looking. He was going to end up on the entertainment shows anyway, except instead of looking like an incompetent rock star with no respect for the law he was going to look like an incompetent rock star with no respect for the law wearing a fucking mullet wig.
He lets out a sigh and opens the door to the car. There’s no way out of it, he’s got to go in.
The appearance of the building doesn’t improve much once he gets inside. There’s a little waiting area and a sign in slash receptionist desk that’s poorly lit with flickering florescent lights.
There’s a woman who looks to be in her fifties sitting behind the receptionist desk.
“Yes, I’m here to do some community service hours.” He says politely as possible, the woman doesn’t even look up from the ancient computer screen, she just keeps on chewing her gum.
“Through those doors, down the hall through the big double doors and into the warehouse. Call out foor Julia, she’s who you’ll be reporting to.
He nodded, aware that she probably didn’t see him and didn’t care whether he understood her directions or not. There was probably a riveting game of Farmville on the other side of her computer screen that demanded her full attention.
He made his way down the corridor she’d mislabeled a hallways. It was more of something out of a horror movei than anything else. Hopefully he wasn’t reporting to leatherface to be slaughtered for his good deed of getting Jay out of trouble.
Corbin made it through the doors at the end of the hallway without incident and was surprised to find a large room filled with stainless steel metal shelving full of food neatly organized. Some shelves were full to overflowing and some were completely bare.
He wondered if he was just expected to bellow out the supervisor’s name when he saw her walk around the corner.
It felt like he’d been punched in the gut. She looked like a Julia, if there were a painting of
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