2 comments/ 2845 views/ 5 favorites Johnny Depp's Mermaid By: Sabrina0990 A humid breeze gently blows through the old oak trees surrounding Jackson Square as street performers, artists, and colorful tarot card readers slowly start setting up for the day. 'It's going to be a steamy day, great,' is the thought of a young lady that hurriedly exits Cafe Du Monde with hands full of coffee and bag of freshly made beignets. Pausing at the light, she glanced both ways before hurrying across with the wonderful aroma of the hot beignets wafting about her. She was so used to the delicious smell that it no longer made her hungry; these, after all, were for the people on the movie set over on Royal Street. Dressed in black shorts with a white and black horizontal striped sleeveless shirt and her converse shoes, Emily hurries on by the artists and tarot card readers pleasantly smiling and nodding hello as she passed heading toward the landmark Jackson Square Cathedral. Very few tourists had stirred from their slumber of nights of excess and the few that were out were interested in pictures of the Cathedral in the early morning light. She paid them no mind as she moved past to where a couple of trailers were stationed off to the side of Royal Street, smiling at a few people working on the film crew then handing out a few of the coffees she had as someone asked her to deliver a package to a trailer quickly; her reply is a chirper of course. As she moves toward the trailer, a person hollers for her to hurry up causing her to roll her eyes. Emily rushed into the makeup trailer to deliver a package for the cosmetic artist and some sweets from the café in the French Quarter. Knowing that some of the people on set had never been here, "Hello," Emily called out, "I brought you your package and some treats." Closing the door to the trailer with her slim hip, she then walked to the makeup counters and set everything down. "Well thank you," a stern-looking older woman responded as she applied makeup to a dark-haired man. "You didn't have to bring me treats; I don't bite. By the way, that's the fastest I've gotten anything around here," she smiled at Emily as she turned looking into the bag of sweets. "What's your name dear, I'll have to have them send you around?" She smiled watching the woman then glanced in the mirror as she answered, ' Emily Craven.' Noticing the dark haired man was Johnny Depp, she quickly looked back at the makeup artist: "Well just holler and I'll come running all this week." The woman looked up as she nibbled on a sweet: "Oh my... Johnny you must have one of these; they're wonderful! Now young lady, why just this week?" Emily shifted nervously then laughed lightly at the older woman: "Careful they are addictive. Oh! I'm doing the mermaid thing at the aquarium." Feeling him watching her, that made her even more nervous. "Well hmmm... I need to be hopping along. Ya'll have a good day." Turning she met Johnny's eyes for a moment then smiled as she hurried on out the trailer. Johnny smiled as he watched her leave the trailer noticing her pretty little behind; nothing like the models and actresses: she wasn't as thin but more lean and looked like she worked out, much healthier than most women he'd seen lately. Later that night at Pirates Alley in New Orleans, Emily, with the worst date in history of mankind, entered the small bar at the corner. "Look I'll just wait here for Annabelle since we don't seem to be hitting it off very well," she said politely to a brown-haired man in tan pants and a polo shirt. In truth, she was desperate to get rid of the man, with so many of her friends at the bar she felt safer there than going back to her hotel with him following her. "Look bitch, you owe me," he grabbed for her arm and at about that time she bumped into a large man as she tried moving out of the awful man's way. "Hey, watch it lady!" said the man whom seemed to be a bodyguard. "Sorry, this man is being rude," with that she turned to the blond scoundrel: "Fuck off, I owe you nothing." The ruffian glared at her as the large man looked at the smaller blond guy. "Back off, don't cause problems mister." "I'll get you bitch...remember you owe me." Emily's date stormed out of the small bar. She took a deep breath "Thank you, I think I owe you a drink." "No miss you don't, just move over." The large man moved her a little further down the bar. Annabelle a beautiful woman with long hair red hair spoke up. "You needn't worry about her she's cool. Come on Emily what do you want to drink?" Emily let out a sigh, "Lord, ah...how about the new Kraken rum with coke?" Annabelle smiled: "Getting drunk now huh?" Emily pulled her long blond hair out of the bun it was in so it flowed down her back. "Hell yeah! That was the worst date in history." Annabelle handed her the drink: "Please just shoot me next time." As she shook out the last of her hair it reached the lower part of her back. She then took a large gulp of the beverage wincing a bit. "Are you ok?" a man with dark brown shaggy hair asked. "Oh yeah just a bad date," she answered turning to face the man while taking a smaller sip of her drink, "Annabelle just start a tab for me." Then, she looked up at the man since he stood taller than she. "Don't worry about it; It's on me." She looked up at him realizing who it was: Johnny Depp. "Oh! I couldn't do that." He smiled at her: "Why not?" "Hell I don't even know you or at least..." He laughed at her lightly as Emily rolled her eyes at him. "Fine, buy me a drink, but I'll buy you a pint some other time. Deal?" "Deal, so how are you getting home?" he looked at him strangely before answering. "Ah...walking it's about 3 blocks away on St. Peter." He looked at her cocking his head, "The big hotel?" "Yeah, I know weird, but my house is being worked on." She took another sip looking at him over her glass. Johnny furrowed his brow at her thinking for a moment. "Well, since your date seemed to be threatening you, do you think that's wise?" "Welcome to New Orleans darling." she replied smiling, "Hey Annabelle, another!" He shook his head at her: "Are you crazy? Look, I'm staying at the same place. when I leave, come with me." Emily looked at him for a moment, then smiled, "You don't know me but since we are headed the some way...ok." With that they sat at the bar drinking way too much and laughing with each other 'til late that night. Then, paying the tab, they headed out with her telling Johnny a little about the local history of the French Quarter. As they reached her floor: "You know you don't have to walk me to my room," she said backing out of the elevator staggering a bit. "Ha, you won't make it missy," Johnny said nearly tripping out of the elevator. "I'll meet you at the room," he said to his bodyguards. She leaned against her door as he walked up saying, "I'm drunk...I think...maybe." "Give me your key," Taking her small clutch bag he pulled it out, leaning close as he slid it into the door his lips inches away from hers. She inhaled slightly looking up into his eyes which had darkened. "Thanks for walking me back." He reached up brushing some of her hair back then caressed her face: "No problem." As his lips descended onto hers she trembled as his other hand reached about her back pulling her closer to him. He seemed to taste her, gently at first, then with greater pressure. She responded with tentative gestures at first thinking, 'Lord, how long has it been?' Shivers cascaded down her body as Emily sighed into his mouth pressing into him. His lips were warm, firm and wonderfully clever, teasing her into dumb submission as his other hand dipped to caress her firm behind. He tangled his hand in her hair gently pulling her head back to fit her mouth more fully into his as he continued to stroke her. She pushed herself onto her tiptoes to flatten against him...to feel him even more. He moaned a grunt of pleasure and frustration at once pulling back from her, "I need to go." She was breathless for a moment nodding: "Of course," she replied sounding a bit shaky "It's an early set call tomorrow. Give me your number Emily so I can call you." "No problem." He smiled at her handing her his phone for her to put the number in as she nibbled at her lip nervously. Taking his phone back he brushed her lips lightly: "Sweet dreams Emily." She smiled back up at him wishing she had the guts to ask him to stay but he was right; tomorrow was going to be a long day. Johnny entered his suite. His bodyguard handed him some papers smiling: "She's an interesting woman. Nothing bad surfaced in her background check." He smiled at that he'd was looking forward to calling her. The man left him to read the information on the woman. Emily Craven was a romance writer with 3 books so far, an award for one short erotic story, and holding the record for deepest free drive, and was married for 10 years till Katrina when her husband was shot in the chest. The bullet lodged in her after it passed though him, that was 5 years ago. Her husband had been something of a local celebrity The Murder of Crows was his band. Pondering on this, he headed to bed early day and a special premiere for the local societies, businesses, and celebrities at the aquarium for the mermaid exhibit. He wasn't going to go, but now, well...change of plans. "Welcome, welcome to the Aquarium of New Orleans Mermaid Exhibit" called a colorful man dressed like the old time circus ring leader leading a group of people though the building to the area set up for the exhibit. It was a huge aquarium designed like other ones, but this one had a curtain over it hiding it until he pulled the rope. At one end of the tank, stairs led up to the top area. As people settled down, he continued, "We will take small groups up the stairs so you can meet our dangerous and beautiful mermaids." The man paused, smiling, stepping back, and grabbing the rope to pull the curtain down. "I give you our wonderful and deadly.....Mermaids of the Aquarium of New Orleans!" People gasped at the sight just like the other tanks, colorful fish swam, but with them, beautiful women swam with long hair of different colors and their tails looked so real. It was a wonderful sight. Amazing even the most hard to impress people gasped in wonder. Emily could be found amongst them. She swam slowly toward the tank glass wondering as she did if she'd see Johnny. Her long hair floated about her as she rolled gracefully flicking her gold tail. As she swam past, she watched the people's stunned and happy faces, smiling, thinking the owners of the aquarium would be happy with the turn out. Then she saw him; she slowly approached the glass putting her hand to the glass. He moved toward the front of the crowd smiling when he saw Emily and stunned at how she was able to stay under so long. The other women had to go up for air or swim to the cleverly hidden air hoses. Johnny continued listening to the man's little speech to people. "Ladies and gentlemen, I will take you in groups of five to the top of the stairs and an area where you can meet our lovely mermaids," the man paused dramatically, "but beware of their kiss...mermaids have lead men to their deaths." One woman called out, "Please take my husband then!" Everyone laughed as Johnny and four other men climbed the stairs to the top. It was set up where the women could swim up and meet the people. "This is a special treat for one night only we are doing this," the ring leader rumbled on as the lights dimmed for mood and music started playing softly. Five of the mermaids rose slowly moving toward the men as Emily started singing her part. "My heart is pierced by cupid, I distain all guttering gold, there is nothing that can console me but my jolly sailor bold." She stayed back as the lead mermaid swam up to the men to speak her lines: "Do you wish to kiss me?" the woman asked a man who look like he was in heaven. The rest of them on that cue swam slowly forward. The girl next to Emily whispered to her, "Hey can we switch men;the guy you're headed for is on the Saints team. Please." This put her with Johnny, where she wanted to be. "Sure," she answered as they swam slowly toward the men. As they did, Emily slid under the water to come up in front of Johnny. Rising slowly, she smiled leaning on her forearms the water running off her, down her breasts where her top was hardly covering her. She reached out to stroke his cheek looking at him longingly; "Would you like to kiss me Johnny?" she asked sweetly and a bit nervously. He smiled playing along: "Of course," he leaned forward for what was supposed to be a brief kiss. As she gently kissed him, she pulled back for a second, then with her tail she pushed up out the water better, and he pulled her a little closer opening her mouth for a better kiss that lingered. 'A clearing of a throat made her pull back, "Emily, what are you doing?" A couple of people were looking at them as Johnny played it off: "Trying to lure me in for a swim huh?" The ring leader called, "Be careful my friend; she'll pull you down to Davy Jones' Locker." He motioned to them, "Come along men; more people are waiting to meet them." Johnny wandered around with a few of his friends from the set; he glanced up to see Emily coming down the stairs with the other women that were in her tank. She was wearing a long gold dress that brought out her tan. The back of the dress rested at the small of her back with a tattoo just peeping out; her long blond hair left loose over her shoulder. She was looking around hoping to see him as she nervously nibbled on her lower lip. She reached the bottom of the stairs and wandered toward the bar. Glancing about to see if he was around, she didn't notice a young man walked up to her in a drunken state "Damn, you were hot. You want to have a drink?" Emily smiled stepping back from the guy since he looked like he'd fell over. "Oh...no, thank you. I was looking for a friend." "Aw, come on now; don't be like that." Johnny walked up from behind her placing a hand on her back and handing her a glass of wine with the other. "Hey hun, I was looking for you." He kissed her on the cheek then looked at the guy. "Who's your friend?" The man backed up a bit, looking at Emily then Johnny: "Oh dude, I'm sorry, didn't know she had a date." The guy sauntered off grumbling under his breath then saw another woman. She sighed, then looked at him: "I know I prefer to be a writer now." He laughed at that: "What? Come on now; it's not all that bad. You do make a beautiful mermaid," as she walked up to one the tanks looking over her shoulder at him smiling giving a great view of her graceful well-toned back with the tattoo just peeking out. The blue of the tank and fish swimming about made a beautiful picture with her standing there as Johnny walked up brushing her hair back over her shoulder. She said to him, "I feel more comfortable in the water than with people a lot of times. That's why I write and drive." Smiling up at him, she sipped on her wine as they wandered though the aquarium looking until they decided to head back to hotel. At her room she turned to him smiling "You know I thought tonight was not going to go well, not be fun, but you changed that. Thank you." Johnny brushed her cheek: "Well, I'll tell you a secret I wasn't going to go 'til I knew you were going to be there." With that brushed her lips softly, "Now invite me in," he whispered. "You sound like a vampire trying to get into my room." "Hmmm...like in that short story you wrote?" His warm mouth covered hers as she trembled sliding her hands against his chest. His hand tangled in her hair; he gently pulled her head back exposing her smooth neck. "Invite me in," he muttered as he slowly kissed her neck tilting it to the side a bit to lightly bite her. She trembled in response, loving the feel of his mouth on her and with his light bite on her neck, she moaned softly. Trying to open the door, he laughed smiling licking her neck where he bit her. They stumbled into the room as Johnny pushed the door close with his foot pulling her back to him as him slid his hands over her behind up the small of her back, devouring her mouth with his hungry one. her hands clutched at his shirt while she pressed herself against him. Johnny hands glided up to her shoulders as the backs of her legs hit the ottoman, he pulled the straps of her gown down her shoulders letting it slip to the floor. Emily broke the kiss trembling, inhaling softly, and biting her lower lip nervously, "Johnny..." He placed a finger on her lips, "Shhhh...," then pushed her back until they sat on the ottoman pulling his jacket and shirt off, then caressed her face as she smoothly reached up to touch his belt and undid it slowly. His hand moved to her hair gently tugging making her look up to him: "You don't have to do this love; we can wait," he told her giving her an out, "How long has it been?" She slowly stroked his stomach sighing softly as he made her look up at him, "Since my husband died 5 years ago," she whispered her hand unzipped his pants as her other arm came down to tug at his pants; his erection sprung out of his pants. She kissed the tip of his cock then flicked her tongue around the tip. If he was going to let her continue left his mind the moment her lips touched him. Her hand closed around the base of his cock. She whispered, "Please, let me suck you," as she slowly caressed him from the base to the head of his shift. He let out a low moan, when her lips touched the tip again. "Please," she begged. With his eyes closed, he smiled: "Go head love, suck my cock." Emily licked him as her hand stroked him, then she slowly took him into her mouth slowly going down the shaft then back up. Her other hand stroked his stomach then laid resting on his hip as she went down on his cock slowly working it in until he was buried deep in her throat. "Oh yeah baby, do you enjoy doing this?" She nodded as she moved back from swallowing down her throat. As she stroked him, she licked the length of his member like he was a piece of her favorite candy, then slowly encompassed him all the way to the base swallowing him down her hot, wet throat as he let out a low groan. Johnny, tangling his hand in her hair, encouraged her to speed up and became a little rougher at which she moaned softly scratching him very lightly and then reaching up to caress him from his stomach down to his thighs as he picked up speed. "Oh yeah baby...," he moaned; he was quickly reaching the end as his shaft pulsed becoming harder. He started to pull away 'til she pulled him back forward to swallow him down her hot throat as he exploded into her throat, she swallowed him without missing a drop then licked him till he was clean of any cum. He stroked her hair and face tilting it up to kiss her as his other hand slid down her neck to caress her breast. She trembled at his touch when he kneeled down in front of her still kissing her gently as his tongue ran over her lips encouraging them to open for him. He let his hands fall down to her thighs parting them as he pulled back watching her, enjoying how she trembled at his touch, how she responded to him letting him take control. His hands drifted over her firm thighs looking at her smiling and seeing her pink nipples harden under his gaze begging to be sucked. He then looked downwards to see that she was clean shaven. He leaned forward lightly kissing her, again trailing small kisses down her neck as he slid one hand toward her moist center. She trembled as he gently brushed her clit making her whimper as his other hand cupped her breast flicking the nipple while his mouth covered her other nipple. She stroked his hair away from his face as her head fell back and all rational thought left her. He suckled on her nipple smiling at how wet she became from him just sparselyly brushing her clit. She was so sensitive that he teased her more, then slowly pushed one finger into her moist folds. She moaned wiggling her hips forward wanting him to not stop. Johnny pushed her back till she lay down as he kissed his way down her other hand spreading her wider, his finger slowly torturing her. Johnny Depp's Mermaid "Oh please...,"she begged. He licked her clit as he pushed another finger into her heat that was so lubricated now, she smelled so sweet and fresh. Torturing her pulling on her clit, he slid his fingers into her, glancing up at her as her hands moved to rub her pert breasts and nipples. He pulled his fingers from her causing her to whine in protest. Running his hands over her, he enjoyed the sight of her laying in front of him so willing, so responsive to his touch. Sliding his cock against her wet folds, he whispered to her, "You belong to me now, love." Maneuvering his shaft into her heat she whimpered and sighed, "oh...please." He pulled back slowly to the tip pausing: "Say my name." "Please Johnny; Please," Emily panted reaching for him. Smiling, he leaned forward kissing her gently slowly pushing deeper into her as she wrapped her legs about him. He thrusted hard into her with her moaning and clinging to him like she was lost at sea. It felt so good to have him in her; she couldn't think straight and didn't want to either. He moaned at how tight and hot she was, almost like she was made for his cock. With each thrust, she moaned and kissed him with abandon. Giddying as her hips rose to meet his thrusts as he picked up speed: "Ohhh! Please, please..." Her body tightened around his cock milking him. He kissed her roughly moaning as he quickly reached the exquisite peak sliding deep into her. "Oh, yes, love; come for me." Spasms shook her as she felt herself tighten about him her head falling back arching as she run her hands over his back panting softly. He smiled, kissing her and brushing the hair from her eyes. "I think I caught a mermaid." Johnny pulled Emily up leading her into the bedroom swirling her around in front of him. Emily laughed backing away from him her hands up: "Oh, no! I'm being stalked by some strange man." Johnny smiled enjoying her laughter and the sight of her moving in the dim light. "I may have to ravish you all night then, 'til you like this strange man." Her hands met his hard chest sliding them up to his shoulders. "Well, I'm helpless to resist a funny man." His mouth hovered above her for a moment: "I take it you like strange and funny men." She pushed up to meet his lips, licking them: "Yes, I do or at least this one." She fell back onto the bed pulling him with her as he kissed her passionately running his hands over her breasts pinching them lightly making them pucker up for him. He kissed her throat causing her to moan. "Oh you like that do you?" She stroked his hair back out of his face. "Yes, I do," he smiled against her moving to suck on her nipples: first, one, then the other as she sighed under his gentle caress. His hand slid down to her thighs lifting them as he slid back into her warm center convulsing slowly. "Oh, baby. You're so tight," as he leaned back pushing her thighs up and watching her arch her back trying to get more of him in her. He pulled back to the tip teasing her and smiling: "What do you want, Emily?" "Oh please...,"she muttered as she wiggled under him. "Please what, Emily?" She blushed pretty for him saying softly, "Please more, Johnny?" He pushed a little more in parting her thighs more forcing them higher "What do you want me to do to you?" Biting her lower lip and reaching to touch his chest: "Please fuck me, Johnny." He smiled more as she tried to get more of him in, then thrust all the way into her, then pulling back only to pound her harder. "That's what I wanted to hear, baby."He pulled out slowly causing her to shiver as he did so. He lowered her thighs. Leaning down to kiss her, he lightly whispered to her, "Roll over, love, on your knees. If you're good maybe I'll bite you." She did as he asked pushing back against him: "I need you; please." Caressing her perky behind, he leaned forward kissing her back as he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back testing her. She whimpered; softly he inquired, "You don't mind getting a little rough, do you?" Blushing with her breath coming in small gasps, she replied, "No I don't mind. Please I need you please." He rubbed his cock against her wetness then rammed into her ungracefully. Tugging on her hair, he rode her groaning at how hot she was for him, her muscles methodically pulsating around him as small spasms shot though her. "Cum for me baby," he murmurred he let go of her hair leaning forward to kiss the back of her neck causing her to shudder crying out. As he rode her hard biting her shoulder lightly. "Ohh...," her body was shaking as orgasm tore through her. He pounded her fast enjoying the way she cried out, her body gripping him. The smell and feel of her skin he moaned as he came hard into her. They both collapsed on the bed together panting as he rolled onto his back while pulling her against him as she cuddled up to him resting her hand on his chest and falling asleep. He smiled feeling a bit tired, but wanting a smoke. He grinned thinking about how New Orleans seemed pretty damn nice. The next morning, Emily stretched as she rolled over smiling and thinking this is the first time in 5 years she'd smiled in the morning and she'd slept through the night. A wonderful smell drifted throughout the room: pancakes. That was all she needed as she rolled over looking for something to throw on. Pulling on a t-shirt, she wandered into the other room. Looking about then noticing the balcony window open, she saw Johnny leaning on it as he blew smoke out the door. "Good morning, Emily," He stated coolly, smiling as she eased over to the table taking a pancake and nibbled it as she watched him. He liked the way she moved and smiled at him; her eyes glistening happily. "I wasn't sure if I dreamt last night or what," she slowly walked over to him as she chewed on the pancake. "No, I'm still here and you have dreams like that often? " "No, not in a long time," She blithely stated smiling up at him and leaning up to kiss him briefly. "So, when do you have to go to work?" "Rained us out; though, it looks like the sun may came out in a bit," he proclaimed in response and pulled her close kissing her as he rubbed her back. "Wait five minutes if you don't like the weather; it will change here." Looking down at the pool, she noticed no one was there, thinking if the weather cleared up she could swim or maybe they could. "Damn, I never got a good look at your tattoo," Johnny said with amusement trying to pull her shirt up. "Oh no you don't, mister," she playfully slapped at his hands backing away from him. "So, what are your plans today, little mermaid?" "Swimming, maybe, if it clears or wander the Quarter." Walking over to the table he got a cup of coffee sitting noticing she seemed a bit sore. "Are you ok, I didn't get too rough with you?" Emily giggled at that coming to sit at the table getting coffee as well. "Oh no It was.," blushing sweetly: "Guess I just need a hot shower for my muscles. You don't mind if I hop into shower do you?" "No, I need to clean up myself. Would you mind if I join you this afternoon?" A smile lit up her face as she hopped up from the table. "Not at all; oh, it will get a bit steamly with the rain moving out so dress comfortable." She headed for the shower 'til Johnny's hand grabbed her and pulled her against him kissing her lightly: "See you in a bit then," pushing her toward the waiting shower. Emily's phone was ringing as she finished zipping up her jeans. Flopping down on the bed, she answered, "Hello?" "Emily, who was that cutie you were with? I thought you didn't have a date." She rolled onto her back grinning: "His name is Johnny and that's all you're getting out of me Miss Annabelle." "Ah... I'll give you two hours and you have to spill your guts, hussy." Someone knocked on her door: "Oh, hang on someone is at the door." She rolled off the bed going to the door still holding her phone as she opened the door to Johnny motioning him to come on in. "Maid service?" "Ah, no a friend." "What friend who's up this early." Looking at the clock: "It's not early Ana and, yes, I do have friends, you red-headed trump. Look, I'll call you later." Hanging up the phone, she stuffed it her pocket grimacing. "Sorry, Annabelle was on a mission to find out who I was with." "You tell her?" He asked watching her as she shook her head "Let her wonder, though I did tell her your name is Johnny. I'm surprised she didn't recognize you from the bar." They headed out to the Quarter wandering about; no one even noticed who he was. As they walked by a corset shop, Emily stopped: "Do you mind, I've been wanting to see what new things they have." He cocked his head grinning: "No problem; come on, let's see what they've got." She teased him as they walked in, "They have the coolest hats too." A lovely voice called as they entered, "Hello, come out of that heat. Is there anything I can help you with?" Emily spotted a black corset with pink lace trim: "Well, how about this?" The woman moved to help her; at that moment, Johnny abruptly suggested, "Ooh, I want to see that on you." "Oh, ok, but what if I wanted to surprise you?" He grinned walking up to her in a top hat. "Saucy wench." "Oh, that's how it is, huh?" They continued on going in and out of all kinds of interesting stores. Stopping, they grabbed some daiquiris and continued walking. "Do you have to work tonight?" "Next week your mermaid will be swimming about playing with kids at the show. " "Let's get something to eat and check out some bars," he said pulling her back against him resting his chin on her shoulder. "You're not letting me escape are you?' "No not really." "Ok do you like gothic music and dancing?" Kissing her ear: "I'm not a good dancer, but I enjoy all kinds of music." "Cool, you may like it or at least enjoy the Blue Crystal, plus I can wear my new corset there." Annabelle was tapping her foot impatiently waiting for her friend to show up at the hotel. Looking up, her jaw dropped "I'll be damned." Beaming, she got up to go call to her friend. "Emily, you've been a very bad girl." They turned looking, as a beautiful red head walked toward them. "Hey Annabelle, what brings you out into the sunlight, and, since you're here, can you help with a corset?" The women hugged smirking then she smiled at Johnny holding her hand out to shake his: "Nice to meet you again. Sorry to show up, but she hasn't called me back to spill her guts to me. I was worried that weird man from the other night was back asking about you last night, so I thought I'd check up on you." They walked to the elevators going upstairs and got off at Emily's floor. "I'll meet you in a bit, I know you want to change," he kissed Emily briefly. "Okay, see you in a bit." "Oh, what was that guy's name that you had the date with." Not thinking much about it, she answered, "Oh, Evan Maxwell. I have no clue why he's looking for me. It's not like we liked each other." They walked to the room giggling like two school girls as Johnny and his bodyguards headed to their suites. "I'll run a check on him now and let the staff at the hotel know to watch for him." Johnny nodded walking to his room shaking his head as he made a drink. "She doesn't seem too worried about it," the man beside him spoke up. "She knows a lot of people here so she feels safe. She most likely thinks after couple of days he'll get over it." Putting her bags on the couch and pulling out the corset to show Annabelle "Check it out,. Ana" Annabelle smiled looking at it: "Well, combat boots won't work with that. Emily seriously that guy was hunting for you I was worried, you didn't tell me much on the phone,' though I do say you sounded the happiest I've heard you in a long time. Maybe your writers block will clear up and you can start your fourth book?" "I'll call my editor and ask what to do about the man. You know in a few days he may blow it off find another woman and whatever. I'll let Vincent and the guys know just in case in the mean time. Yes I'm very happy, Johnny is a very funny and warm man. Never would have believed how down to earth the guy is." She then flopped on her back on the couch sighing. Annabelle joined her on the couch while patting her hand: "Well, maybe you won't keep Second Skin in business now." Laughing at that, Emily blushed as she retorted, "Hey, I'm human...besides Edward believed in helping small businesses. Now help me with this corset." Laughing, they got up gathering up the corset and bags. Opening the door for Johnny, Annabelle smiled friendly, "Well come on in, you want a drink? We got wine and what not." "Thanks, wine, what does she have?" They where nosing though the kitchen as Johnny asked, "How long have you known her?" Annabelle giggled, "Oh, the questioning begins, I thought you would of run a back ground check on her? I've known her about nine years now." Johnny looked at Annabelle grinning and pulling out a bottle of wine: "I did a background check, but talking to people's friends... well, you learn more." "You could just ask her what you want, but I have a feeling it's about her late husband." Annabelle pulled out wine glasses. "Yeah, I saw he was shot." "That would be correct," Annabelle looked away uneasy talking about it. "It would be better for her to tell you. Look, Edward was different. Some people would say a freak if you're not into the vampire, gothic scene, I suppose he could be thought of as strange since he had one inch fangs and well, loved the Quarter, the voodoo, the magic, and the people that lived here. Some people didn't like the fact he owned a building that he let people live in as a hostel. I guess you could call them undesirable people, but to him they were cool and just down on their luck at times. She feels the same way: she adores the people, loves talking with them, hearing their stories even if some of them are crazy." Johnny listened sipping his wine. "Ten years she was married to him. She had to be," Annabelle laughed shaking a finger at him. "Her father and brothers were very protective over her. Edward was the only man she'd been with. So, yeah, I suppose you're the second man," she wiggled her eyebrows at him trying to lighten the conversation. "Does wonders for your ego, huh?" He smiled pouring a glass for Emily: "Nope, my ego is fine, but you are going to give her hell aren't you?" She rose her glass saluting him: "What are friends for? Oh my, look at you." Emily walked in smiling dressed in the corset with the pink trim with her small waist cinched in more, paired with a long full skirt and, to Annabelle's dismay, no combat boots. She pulled some hair on top her head letting the rest spill down in soft waves. "What are ya'll up too? Oh wine, is Ana being nice for once?" "Me... nice... never, I'm wicked and bad baby, plus I've got work to head to. Nice to meet you Johnny have a wicked good time." With that Annabelle hugged Emily lingering by her ear: "Oh girl, he's something. Be wicked," and kissed her on the cheek, "Bye.' "Don't know if I want to go out now," She said, handing Emily the wine and looking at her hungrily. She grinned: "Oh yes we are, Ana tried to kill me tightening this corset, I'm lucky I can breathe," Emily gasped, putting the wine down. She headed for the door as Johnny followed watching her behind sway. They strolled the Quarter until they reached the Blue Crystal, where as they walked in the door, the man Vincent grinned showing his fangs and purred at Emily. "It's good to see you, little girl, we've missed you." Emily smiled at him and hugged him. "You are getting more handsome every time I see you." "Who's your friend with the bodyguards; do we need to worry?" Vincent asked. "No their cool and calm people. I thought this would be a good place cause how laid back everyone is. Also ,I missed you." "Sweet talker, it's a three dollars cover even for the muscle, Though you're right they won't need to worry." Vincent looked at them saying, "We don't like camera's here and if we catch anyone using them they are out of the club. Damn tourists." He spit on the ground in disgust waving them in as he was paid. Walking into the dimly lit bar the bartender smiled, "Our Emily is back, what can I do for you and your friends." "Mike, how are you and your old lady?" He shrugged smiling.:"Doing good; she should be in later, so what's your poison tonight?" "White wine for me" Johnny stepped up: "Rum and coke, the guys will want coffee later if you got it?" "Sure I can brew up some, how drunk are ya'll getting that you need help getting home." Mike joked about the bodyguards shaking his head then to the bodyguards: "If anyone bothers you tell 'em the Mississippi is right across the street. We'll help you toss them in for fun. I love the faces of the tourists when we tell them that." They laughed; one of the men asked, "You don't like tourist I take it?" Mike rolled his eyes as he rubbed his spiky hair. "Well, you know how people are: you have to deal with a few idiots." The man laughed. "You wouldn't believe." "Oh yeah?" From then on it was the bartender trying to one-up the bodyguards as he waited on other people. Emily and Johnny took a seat at the end of the bar close to the dance floor listening to the music and watching people dance and talk. After a couple of glasses of wine, she stood up one of her favorite songs had came on called The Wolf by Fever Ray. "Do you mind if I go dance a bit?" "No, go ahead have fun and I'll watch you," he said. Smiling she kissed him lightly headed for the floor. Dancing with her friends, who seem to be happy to see her out and about, a couple of the men nodded at Johnny. As one of the older men walked by nodding at him: "Hope you're enjoying the city. Howard's the name and any man that can get her back out to her old haunts deserves a drink on me." "It didn't seem like she stays in and thanks for the drink." He watched Emily dance than back to Howard. "I've known her and her husband, well when he was alive for years. I did some of his cover shots and a video for him." Howard smiled at a plump woman walking by as she bumped him with her hip. "I have some wonderful shots of her at the gallery. I think she just has a hard time going to some the places they use to hang out at, but, hell, it would be hard on anyone. Pardon me." Shining, Howard followed the plump woman whispering wickedly in her ear causing her to giggle. Seeing Annabelle wander though the crowd toward Emily, she smiled then joined the dancing, and swirling with her friend. Her eyes met Johnny's in the mirror and she smiled sweetly at him dancing slowly to watch him as Annabelle swayed up to her. They danced together seductively Annabelle slid up behind her running her hands down her arms as they swayed together. Emily pulled away turning whispering to Annabelle as a guy came up to dance with Annabelle. "Are you having fun?" she asked as he handed her a glass of wine while looking very relaxed. "Yeah interesting place like the music. I have a friend or two that would love the clothes." Sipping on her wine, she turned to watch the dancing as he reached out pulling her between his legs as he whispered "I think your friend is attracted to you." "She does massages besides being a bartender." She could feel him laughing a little. "I don't think she wants to give you a massage. Do you like women?" She shifted a little, looking over her shoulder at him: "She's been my friend for a damn long time. I think we're just very protective of each other." "You're dancing around the question, be honest, Emily." He had a serious look as his eyes darkened. She turned around to him: "I'm curious, but I haven't been with a woman. Well, does cuddling with someone count?" He looked at her for a long moment then stoked her cheek "Just don't lie to me. Curious, huh?" blushing she bit her lower lip letting some hair fall into her eyes. Johnny Depp's Mermaid "I won't lie, I just uh...," taking a deep breath, she continued' "I'm just getting to know you and well, telling you my sexual fantasies on what the first date, just seems a bit much." He brushed the hair out her eyes his eyes softening as he saw she wasn't lying. "After last night, you're afraid of telling me what you like?" "Well, I don't know what you like. Eh, I know some of what you like. What if I shocked you or something?" He snorted in laugher about that. "Silly, I thought your friend had to work." "So did I, I'll get the story tomorrow. You want to check out a few other places?" "Sure." They walked down the street wandering and talking about different things. Emily even had the bodyguards laughing as they started to pass a store Johnny glanced up and smiled. "Hey let's check this store out," pulling her into it looking about. She noticed he pulled her into Second Skin a bondage shop. "Oh, they have cool hats too." "Yeah, bet that's what they're known for." Laughing and looking down at her, he playfully stated, "You chicken?" "Nope," Looking around, he noticed the collars "Nope, not wearing a collar, though the pink one is cute." "Yeah would go good with the corset." watching her smirking: "See anything you like?" "Oh, maybe." He leaned in closer whispering, "You don't need to be scared of me." "I'm not scared. Okay fine, show me something that interests you and I'll show or tell you what is interesting to me." Grinning, he walked around stopping at the cuffs, "Would you let me?" "Damn, you are a pirate at heart." She looked about then picked up a small whip. "Could I trust you?" cocking her head to the side laughing. "Oh my, I'm shocked at you," he replied laughing at her. They wandered though the streets; their little group was laughing and having a great time as they come back to the hotel. This time when they got off the elevator, she knew they were headed for Johnny's room. "How's the breathing going in that corset, love." as he pulled on the laces teasing her. "Oh, just wonderful; Ana wanted to make me pay and I think she has." He whispered in her ear as he opened the door gently urging her into the room, "How about I get you out of that and well..." He pulled the laces of her corset undoing the bow and loosing it as he pulled her close to him. "Are you scared of me?" She smiled shaking her head looking up to him over her bare shoulder, "No." He smiled unzipping her skirt dipping his head to kiss her lips lightly: "Do you trust me?" "Yes, I trust you." Standing behind her he guided her forward to a chair running his hands down her arms as he kissed her and brushed her hair away from her neck as he kissed the curve. "Will you do as I say?" Trembling slightly as she nodded as he unlaced the corset pulling it away from her, then unzipped her skirt allowing her to step out of it. He caressed her back as he pushed her to lean over the low well cushioned chair smiling at her, as his hand trailed down to her pert ass. He breathed, "Stay there love, just like that," as he moved off for a moment, then returned looking at how she was bent over the chair with her hair spilling over one shoulder as she looked over her shoulder at him. He reprimanded her buoyantly "Tsk, bad girl. You weren't supposed to move, love." As he walked around the front of her, she inhaled lightly at the sight of scarves. He tied her hands to the chair as she whispered, "Johnny..." "Shhhh...behave now." He quieted her as he caressed her face kissing her lips lightly. She was trembling from nervousness and excitement as he moved behind her sliding his hands over her hip then sliding her panties off. She had to be crazy; she didn't know him well enough to let him do this to her. His hands felt so good though, she bit her lower lip embarrassed as he tapped her legs, "Spread your legs more baby." She hesitated for a moment then shyly started to do as he wanted; at that hesitation he slapped her ass firmly. "Do it Emily." came a stern order from behind her causing her to shiver lightly as she spread her legs wider for him. Running his hands down her legs, he enjoyed the sight and feel of her giving up control to him as he tied her legs to the chair. He rocked back on his heels thinking as he ran his hands up her legs to her ass; what a beautiful sight. He stood up smoothing where he had slapped her on her ass as he did could feel her trembling slightly. "Going to behave?" he inquired as he caressed her dipping his hand down to her clit lightly running a finger over it causing her to whimper softly. She nodded embarrassed a little, but also wanting to let him have control. Slapping her ass again a bit harder still being careful with her, he ran his other hand up her back to take hold of her hair tugging her head back. "Answer me, are you going to behave." Emily gasped as he caressed where he slapped then running his hand down back over her clit: "Yes, Johnny." He let her hair go stepping back watching her then quietly asking. "Do you like letting me have control?" Blushing feeling nervous and excited, she wondered what he was doing but not moving, wishing he'd touch her again. "Yes, please touch me." He stood behind her watching her then stepped up to her kiss her on the hip then blew on her clit, then slowly licked her clit moving back as he stroked her legs, "You're so pretty bent over like this." Continuing to lick her folds as he pinched, he then tugged her clit. Her breathing hitched in her throat as her eyes closed at how good it felt. Then he slowly inserted a finger as he sucked on her clit slowly torturing her making her moan as softly as she pushed back a little. Smiling as he slapped her ass not to hard just enough to warn her. "Be still love. Are you going to let me do what I want to you?" Biting her lip, she answered breathlessly as she trembled wondering what he wanted, "Yes," and was rewarded with two fingers as she tried to stay still breathing heavier. His other hand rubbed her firm behind as he slowly moved his fingers in her; he pulled back looking at her making her moan softly. Then pulling out of her to spread her wetness up to her tight little hole, he stood up pushing his finger into her heat making her whimper more. Rubbing her back, he felt her muscles tremble as he continued slide into her; then adding another finger stretching her, he enjoyed how tight and hot she was. Knowing want he wanted to do to her, he stepped back undressing and listening to whimper at his absence. Rubbing the head of his cock against her hot core making her wetter still: "So wet you want me baby?" "Yes, please, I need you," was a breathless reply that came from her wondering how she could want someone so badly and be so willing to do want he wanted. Sliding into her hot core as it gripped his cock he let out a low moan as pulled back and slid all the way in her. Holding her hips he moved slowly enjoying the feel of her. If you asked her to think she couldn't do it, her mind just happily stopped: "Please ...oh...," was all she could say. He picked up his pace a little as he leaned over her kissing her back as he reached around playing with her clit she was so close to cumming, but he pulled out making her whimper and beg. "Easy love," he chided as he moved to her tight ass slowly pushing into her. She tossed her head moaning in pain and pleasure not knowing what to do at the moment, wanting to continue, but it was so intense. He grabbed her hair gently holding it. She was so tight, but she was slowly relaxing for him, as he slid farther in 'til she was filled with him. He rested his head on her back listening to her as he tried to gain control of himself. "So tight baby, so sweet." Stroking her back, he slowly pulled back to thrust back into her heat. Gradually letting her adjust to him, he felt her wanting to move; he smiled, leaning over her as he thrusted into her, caressing her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples, and pulling them making her moan more. "Oh, you're killing me, I think Johnny." "Baby I'm not killing you yet." Pushing into her harder, he reached down to her clit running his fingers over it, pinching and pulling gently. She was shaking and pushing back against him moaning. He pull back, thrusting and picking up speed as he played with her. Sliding a finger into her as he thrust into her ass: "Oh, love, so wet for me, say you belong to me." "Please Johnny, I ...I belong to you." She grunted cumming so hard her knees wanted to buckle under her. He held her up groaning as he got closer to the edge, feeling her tighten he couldn't stop, so he explored into her, groaning as he gripped her hips throwing his head back enjoying it, then leaned over kissing her back whispering to her softly, "I may have to keep you." ding Jackson Square as street performers, artists, and colorful tarot card readers slowly start setting up for the day. 'It's going to be a steamy day, great,' is the thought of a young lady that hurriedly exits Cafe Du Monde with hands full of coffee and bag of freshly made beignets. Pausing at the light, she glanced both ways before hurrying across with the wonderful aroma of the hot beignetswafting about her. She was so used to the delicious smell that it no longer made her hungry; these, after all, were for the people on the movie set over on Royal Street. Dressed in black shorts with a white and black horizontal striped sleeveless shirt and her converse shoes, Emily hurries on by the artists and tarot card readers pleasantly smiling and nodding hello as she passed heading toward the landmark Jackson Square Cathedral. Very few tourists had stirred from their slumber of nights of excess and the few that were out were interested in pictures of the Cathedral in the early morning light. She paid them no mind as she moved past to where a couple of trailers were stationed off to the side of Royal Street, smiling at a few people working on the film crew then handing out a few of the coffees she had as someone asked her to deliver a package to a trailer quickly; her reply is a chirper of course. As she moves toward the trailer, a person hollers for her to hurry up causing her to roll her eyes. Emily rushed into the makeup trailer to deliver a package for the cosmetic artist and some sweets from the café in the French Quarter. Knowing that some of the people on set had never been here, "Hello," Emily called out, "I brought you your package and some treats." Closing the door to the trailer with her slim hip, she then walked to the makeup counters and set everything down. "Well thank you," a stern-looking older woman responded as she applied makeup to a dark-haired man. "You didn't have to bring me treats; I don't bite. By the way, that's the fastest I've gotten anything around here," she smiled at Emily as she turned looking into the bag of sweets. "What's your name dear, I'll have to have them send you around?" She smiled watching the woman then glanced in the mirror as she answered, ' Emily Craven.' Noticing the dark haired man was Johnny Depp, she quickly looked back at the makeup artist: "Well just holler and I'll come running all this week." The woman looked up as she nibbled on a sweet: "Oh my... Johnny you must have one of these; they're wonderful! Now young lady, why just this week?" Emily shifted nervously then laughed lightly at the older woman: "Careful they are addictive. Oh! I'm doing the mermaid thing at the aquarium." Feeling him watching her, that made her even more nervous. "Well hmmm... I need to be hopping along. Ya'll have a good day." Turning she met Johnny's eyes for a moment then smiled as she hurried on out the trailer. Johnny smiled as he watched her leave the trailer noticing her pretty little behind; nothing like the models and actresses: she wasn't as thin but more lean and looked like she worked out, much healthier than most women he'd seen lately. Later that night at Pirates Alley in New Orleans, Emily, with the worst date in history of mankind, entered the small bar at the corner. "Look I'll just wait here for Annabelle since we don't seem to be hitting it off very well," she said politely to a brown-haired man in tan pants and a polo shirt. In truth, she was desperate to get rid of the man, with so many of her friends at the bar she felt safer there than going back to her hotel with him following her. "Look bitch, you owe me," he grabbed for her arm and at about that time she bumped into a large man as she tried moving out of the awful man's way. "Hey, watch it lady!" said the man whom seemed to be a bodyguard. "Sorry, this man is being rude," with that she turned to the blond scoundrel: "Fuck off, I owe you nothing." The ruffian glared at her as the large man looked at the smaller blond guy. "Back off, don't cause problems mister." "I'll get you bitch...remember you owe me." Emily's date stormed out of the small bar. She took a deep breath "Thank you, I think I owe you a drink." "No miss you don't, just move over." The large man moved her a little further down the bar. Annabelle a beautiful woman with long hair red hair spoke up. "You needn't worry about her she's cool. Come on Emily what do you want to drink?" Emily let out a sigh, "Lord, ah...how about the new Kraken rum with coke?" Annabelle smiled: "Getting drunk now huh?" Emily pulled her long blond hair out of the bun it was in so it flowed down her back. "Hell yeah! That was the worst date in history." Annabelle handed her the drink: "Please just shoot me next time." As she shook out the last of her hair it reached the lower part of her back. She then took a large gulp of the beverage wincing a bit. "Are you ok?" a man with dark brown shaggy hair asked. "Oh yeah just a bad date," she answered turning to face the man while taking a smaller sip of her drink, "Annabelle just start a tab for me." Then, she looked up at the man since he stood taller than she. "Don't worry about it; It's on me." She looked up at him realizing who it was: Johnny Depp. "Oh! I couldn't do that." He smiled at her: "Why not?" "Hell I don't even know you or at least..." He laughed at her lightly as Emily rolled her eyes at him. "Fine, buy me a drink, but I'll buy you a pint some other time. Deal?" "Deal, so how are you getting home?" he looked at him strangely before answering. "Ah...walking it's about 3 blocks away on St. Peter." He looked at her cocking his head, "The big hotel?" "Yeah, I know weird, but my house is being worked on." She took another sip looking at him over her glass. Johnny furrowed his brow at her thinking for a moment. "Well, since your date seemed to be threatening you, do you think that's wise?" "Welcome to New Orleans darling." she replied smiling, "Hey Annabelle, another!" He shook his head at her: "Are you crazy? Look, I'm staying at the same place. when I leave, come with me." Emily looked at him for a moment, then smiled, "You don't know me but since we are headed the some way...ok." With that they sat at the bar drinking way too much and laughing with each other 'til late that night. Then, paying the tab, they headed out with her telling Johnny a little about the local history of the French Quarter. As they reached her floor: "You know you don't have to walk me to my room," she said backing out of the elevator staggering a bit. "Ha, you won't make it missy," Johnny said nearly tripping out of the elevator. "I'll meet you at the room," he said to his bodyguards. She leaned against her door as he walked up saying, "I'm drunk...I think...maybe." "Give me your key," Taking her small clutch bag he pulled it out, leaning close as he slid it into the door his lips inches away from hers. She inhaled slightly looking up into his eyes which had darkened. "Thanks for walking me back." He reached up brushing some of her hair back then caressed her face: "No problem." As his lips descended onto hers she trembled as his other hand reached about her back pulling her closer to him. He seemed to taste her, gently at first, then with greater pressure. She responded with tentative gestures at first thinking, 'Lord, how long has it been?' Shivers cascaded down her body as Emily sighed into his mouth pressing into him. His lips were warm, firm and wonderfully clever, teasing her into dumb submission as his other hand dipped to caress her firm behind. He tangled his hand in her hair gently pulling her head back to fit her mouth more fully into his as he continued to stroke her. She pushed herself onto her tiptoes to flatten against him...to feel him even more. He moaned a grunt of pleasure and frustration at once pulling back from her, "I need to go." She was breathless for a moment nodding: "Of course," she replied sounding a bit shaky "It's an early set call tomorrow. Give me your number Emily so I can call you." "No problem." He smiled at her handing her his phone for her to put the number in as she nibbled at her lip nervously. Taking his phone back he brushed her lips lightly: "Sweet dreams Emily." She smiled back up at him wishing she had the guts to ask him to stay but he was right; tomorrow was going to be a long day. Johnny entered his suite. Hhis bodyguard handed him some papers smiling: "She's an interesting woman. Nothing bad surfaced in her background check." He smiled at that he'd was looking forward to calling her. The man left him to read the information on the woman. Emily Craven was a romance writer with 3 books so far, an award for one short erotic story, and holding the record for deepest free drive, and was married for 10 years till Katrina when her husband was shot in the chest. The bullet lodged in her after it passed though him, that was 5 years ago. Her husband had been something of a local celebrity The Murder of Crows was his band. Pondering on this, he headed to bed early day and a special premiere for the local societies, businesses, and celebrities at the aquarium for the mermaid exhibit. He wasn't going to go, but now, well...change of plans. "Welcome, welcome to the Aquarium of New Orleans Mermaid Exhibit" called a colorful man dressed like the old time circus ring leader leading a group of people though the building to the area set up for the exhibit. It was a huge aquarium designed like other ones, but this one had a curtain over it hiding it until he pulled the rope. At one end of the tank, stairs led up to the top area. As people settled down, he continued, "We will take small groups up the stairs so you can meet our dangerous and beautiful mermaids." The man paused, smiling, stepping back, and grabbing the rope to pull the curtain down. "I give you our wonderful and deadly.....Mermaids of the Aquarium of New Orleans!" People gasped at the sight just like the other tanks, colorful fish swam, but with them, beautiful women swam with long hair of different colors and their tails looked so real. It was a wonderful sight. Amazing even the most hard to impress people gasped in wonder. Emily could be found amongst them. She swam slowly toward the tank glass wondering as she did if she'd see Johnny. Her long hair floated about her as she rolled gracefully flicking her gold tail. As she swam past, she watched the people's stunned and happy faces, smiling, thinking the owners of the aquarium would be happy with the turn out. Then she saw him; she slowly approached the glass putting her hand to the glass. He moved toward the front of the crowd smiling when he saw Emily and stunned at how she was able to stay under so long. The other women had to go up for air or swim to the cleverly hidden air hoses. Johnny continued listening to the man's little speech to people. "Ladies and gentlemen, I will take you in groups of five to the top of the stairs and an area where you can meet our lovely mermaids," the man paused dramatically, "but beware of their kiss...mermaids have lead men to their deaths."