2 comments/ 7388 views/ 2 favorites What It Takes By: Heaven_Beside_You The room was heaving with bodies, some famous, but mainly music exec types and those looking to land themselves a contract or a rock star for the night. I was glad. All my hard work had paid off. I hated event organising and I'd really expected when I took this job 18 months ago, that the work would be more of the hands on personal assistant kind the job spec stated as opposed to relying on others to get it right. Still it seemed like most people were having a good time, but when the bar is free that is usually the case! I breathed out a long sigh of relief and put my business face back on before stepping out from behind the heavy velvet curtains and back into the hustle. Straight away people began to compliment me; "Darling what a fabulous night, I hope he gives you a raise for all this hard work!" blah blah blah… I hated the falseness of these functions but I smiled and made the necessary small talk my job required of me, introducing this record exec to that society girl who had always dreamed of releasing an album, this hot new singer from Hollywood to that new up & coming producer from New York. I'd not even worked my way around half the room when my boss put his arm around my waist and saved me from some over the hill, overweight, perspiring journo who was telling me how he could still have any of the hot young chicks in the room – yeah right fella. "Elle, you've out done yourself this time! This has to be the best party we've ever had!" He was more than a little drunk. "And we've had a few I can tell ya!" I laughed, "Well I'm surprised you can remember any of them, don't tell me that these are usually sober affairs." "Heavy on the sarcasm as usual Elle, I love that about you Londoners," Lars laughed, "I can rely on you to tell me how it is always! I'm so glad I got you first." Here we go, that old chestnut… "Did you know that both James & Kirk wanted you to work for them when you came for your interview?" Lars whispered conspiratorially to me "Really?" I said with wide eyes, I'd lost count of the times he'd 'let this one slip' after a couple of bottles of something or other. "Yeah, that's why I called you straight away to offer you the job – I know one of those fuckers would try it on if I didn't!" He said laughing. "So have you had a drink yet?" Lars asked looking at my empty hands. "No, I've been working the room, just like a good host should Lars" I teased. "I'll get one soon, I just want to make sure that everyone is having a good time and then I'll relax." "Are you serious?" Lars asked incredulously "Take a look around, everyone is having so much fun. Although I'm not sure how much longer that ice sculpture of the devil dispensing vodka is going to last!" Lars turned me round and pointed to a corner of the room where the ice statue stood. Where a raucous drunk crowd waited their turn to drink chocolate flavoured vodka from Satan's beard. "That has been the show stealer all night!" It had certainly received a lot attention and it looked to me that Satan's beard had all but disappeared and people were now simply sucking on his chin. "Come on, lets go to the bar and get you a drink. You deserve it." "Ok then." I sighed as I let Lars guide me towards the bar and decided that he was right, what else could I do apart from more schmoozing and to be honest my face was already starting to ache from the fake smile. As we walked Lars pointed out some of the characters in attendance and gave me the gossip on who was going to be taking who home that night. I loved the way he was so amiable and could make anyone feel like the most special person in the world, even if it was just for a few minutes. It ensured he had the confidence of most of the people in the room and they would all fall over themselves to do his bidding should he ever wish them to. As my old man would say, he could sell ice to the Eskimos. With a glass of champagne in my hand & another Jack in Lars' we turned away from the bar "Oh great," said Lars enthusiastically "here is someone I know you're going to want to meet; with your Grunge fetish!" I followed Lars' glance to a mane of long very blonde hair that cascaded down the back of a 6ft plus slim man. I knew that could only belong to one person on the guest list, probably in the world, and despite the fact that I worked for Metallica & knew full well he was going to be there tonight I was suddenly a bit star struck. "Jerry!" Lars called. As Jerry Cantrell turned to greet his long time friend, I felt my stomach flip and the colour rise in my cheeks. How embarrassing! I couldn't let this happen, I would die from the shame if I behaved like a stupid kid in front of the man I'd had a lifelong crush on. 'Hold it down girl!' I instructed myself and snapped on the showbiz smile. "Long time no see bro!" Jerry said slapping Lars on the back doing that rock star hug thing. "How you doin' man? Have you met my amazing, gorgeous and not to mention very single assistant?" Lars said by way of introduction. Great something else for me to cringe at! I thought as I gulped back half my champagne in one go. Jerry turned to give me his full attention "No I don't think I've ever had the pleasure." he replied smoothly. I'd spent a fortune on tonight's outfit and as I felt the weight of his stare taking in my figure I was glad I'd made the effort. 'Oh my God,' I thought, 'this whole situation is turning into a complete cliché and I'm obviously already looking like a fucking groupie. Thanks Lars!' Jerry took my hand and brought it purposefully to his mouth in a faux chivalrous way and kissed it. I wanted to puke. But my smile remained, with just a hint of sarcasm. I raised an eyebrow; it meant to say 'If you think you can get in my knickers with that move, think again pal!' Who knows how it actually came across, Jerry laughed "Yeah I should know better than try and mess with a redhead." So I suppose the ice was broken. "This is all Elle's work," Lars said waving his arm around the room. "Isn't it a great party Jerry?" he asked putting his arms around us both and leaning in drunkenly to whisper – or so he thought – to Jerry "You know Jer, this girl's gonna make someone a great wife one day," he followed up that classic comment with a big stage wink and another slap on the back. I downed the rest of my champagne and picked up a fresh one from a passing waitress. Well if this was how it was going to go, I may as well get drunk! There was no way I could hide my mortification, but Jerry put me at ease straight away with a subtle wink & a smile at me as he laughed and said "No doubt, Lars. I bet she cries herself to sleep at night knowin' that she missed your boat hey buddy?" "Wha..?" said Lars taking a step back before he realised that Jerry was in fact joking "You're a funny fucker Cantrell! Now would you excuse me I need to drain the lizard." We watched Lars stumble away and grab his next unsuspecting victim by the shoulders before we turned back to one another. "I should apologise for my boss," I laughed "He can't handle his drink like he used to I'm afraid." "You ain't wrong there Elle. Is it Elle or is that just a nickname?" Jerry said, dazzling me with those blue eyes again. "It's actually Eleanor, but I don't think it suits a girl from South London working for a drummer in California. My parents clearly had delusions of grandeur for me, they must be so disappointed!" I laughed again nervously and Jerry smiled warmly at me "Just call me Elle." I still felt a bit awkward and I think he could sense this, but rather than make his excuses for a quick exit, he struck up a conversation. Half an hour and 3 glasses of champagne later, I was much more at ease and more than a bit drunk to boot. Amongst other things, we talked about our love of Seattle and the craziness of London and LA. I found it really freaky to know that we'd been to the same bars and sweaty little dives, sometimes at the same time before I worked for Lars and I'd never known that he was there. I was really enjoying myself, and even found myself flirting, but after 4 glasses of champagne, I needed to pee. I hung on for as long as was comfortable, knowing that when I walked away that would be the end of our conversation and who knew when we'd meet again. Suddenly I realised that I was standing with my legs crossed; not a good look. Reluctantly excused myself. "It was lovely to meet you Jerry," I smiled this time without any hint irony or fakeness "I guess I'll see you around." "You too Elle, maybe later…" Jerry grinned back and it seemed to me that he now looked like the big kid. The night appeared to wind up really quickly after that, the vodka delivering Satan had taken many a casualty, Lars included and at around 2.00am I helped his girlfriend get him into a limo, it wasn't an easy job as Lars insisted that he had at least another couple of hours left him. Still we both knew that he'd be asleep within minutes and the chauffer would be helping her get him back out of the limo and onto the nearest sofa so he could sleep it off. I watched them drive away as I wrapped my arms around myself, summer maybe have started to put in an appearance over the past few days, but I was wishing I'd brought a jacket this evening. At that very moment one appeared around my shoulders. I turned around to see who was trying to be chivalrous this time and my stomach did another somersault. It was Jerry. "You read my mind!" I exclaimed beaming. "Thank you." He just smiled back me with that goofy look on his face again and we stood there for a while not saying anything. I could feel the heat rising within me as I dared myself to say something, but words completely escaped me. Thankfully Jerry broke the silence "Do you need a ride home?" "Oh thanks, but it will be out of your way. I'll be fine to get a cab." "Don't be silly, I got here so late that I've only had a coupla beers, so it'll be no trouble at all. C'mon I'm parked just over here." I let him take my arm and guide me towards a big black SUV with blacked out windows. "I thought you were a rock star Jerry, not a gangsta rapper." I joked as he unlocked the doors. "What d'ya mean, does this not say 'look at me – I'm famous'?" Jerry asked incredulously. What It Takes To Be Number One Susan Cole, senior partner of the advertising firm of Whittamore, Haskins and Cole, got where she was by accepting nothing but the best performance from herself and anyone or anything she directed. She was about to go ballistic as she read the Tri Delta Sorority report in her hand. As the Chairman of the directors of Tri Delta, she felt personally responsible for the dismal picture this report presented. The base year was 1994. New pledges down 23 percent. Marriages to professionals down 52 percent. On and on it went. Something was happening on the Campus scene that cast her Tri Deltas' in a bad light. Who would know? Who would tell her? Looking out her window onto wall street, she smiled and picked up the phone. Put me through to Phil Johnson at Hard, Leddy, Mitchel and Dole. Phil was on the board of Sigma Phi. Sue put on her "Demi" bra , and red outfit for her meeting. At thirty-six, she still was a hot item, and she knew it. When she sat down with Phil, she got right to the point. Phil laughed when he told her that he knew just what her problem was. What would she do for him in return if he showed her? Not one to waste time, Sue said, "What time tonight for a meal and some together time?" Phil pulled a folder out of his drawer and slid it towards her. "Qualifications of a sexually satisfying wife." The reports main points were that all University woman were smart enough to be good wives, but only a few would be long term sexually satisfying, in the 90 percentile. The report went on to outline in detail what was good performance, and where Sigma Phi men would have the best chance of finding such woman. Tri Delta was mentioned as having self centered woman that seldom gave good sex. When she put the report down, Phil quipped, "Of course, I hope that you are the exception?" As Sue walked out, she said," See you tonight for lessons." Sue worked day and night for the next four weeks working out the Tri Delta reorganization program. Presented at the National conference in July, it was approved. Board members held regional meeting to present the program to the leaders of the on campus chapters. All existing members and pledges were presented with it and tested to determine exactly if they understood the program. September 14, 1999, every Tri Delta Sorority in the US hosted a party for the local Kappa Sigma Frats. KS was chosen because they are always horny and predictable. Vodka punch was served and many pin hole cameras recorded all activities. By 10:15, sexual activity was occurring in every area. The following day, each girl was brought into a room with the three most senior girls and her performance was graded. Before Sex: Did she flaunt her tits? Did she rub her tits or pubic area on a man? Did her hand brush against his penis? Did she draw a man to a bed area? Did she unzip him and pull out his cock? Did she promptly undress? Oral Sex: Did she lick all over his shaft? Did she take all she could into her mouth? How was her smile and sucking action? Movement? did she swallow the sperm? Intercourse: Did she moan and plead for him to "fuck" her. Did she keep her pelvis in constant action to meet his thrusts? Was her orgasm screams and moans loud enough to be heard at fifty feet? Did she immediately put his penis in her mouth as soon as he withdrew, so as to get him hard again? If there were other men, not yet serviced, did she make it clear that she wanted them in her also? The scoring was tough. Only a score of ninety (90) would allow a girl to continue as a Tri Delta. All girls were given a second chance, but the next party was it! What was at stake here is the real reason girls go to a University, or parents pay for it. It is a hunting ground for the men that usually earn the most income. The best income of all is the professional groups: Doctors, Lawyers, Engineers. They are so busy studying, that they want the easiest way to get sex, and rate the Sororities. "You marry who you date". No good fuck, no date, no marry professional. Easy, huh? Tri Delta was out to be number one. Sue, upstairs in the Tri Delta house at Michigan, watched the cameras intently. Sheer tops and not a bra to be seen. Girls were rubbing each guy as he arrived. Vodka was flowing by the gallon. 150 proof stuff. Rock and Roll music allowed for those free breasts to swing and sway with the music. One girl pulled a guys hand to her crouch. It was only 7;30, but they were soon in a bedroom franticly undressing. Sue approved as his cock was sucked into her mouth down to the balls. "I've got to help out here", Sue said to her self, as she removed her bra and panties. She joined the brewing orgy. Sue latched onto a six foot eight basketball player, and in five minutes had him in the study with his throbbing member in her mouth. Aware that her performance was being taped and would be shown as example A all over the country, she gave the boy an hour of the best sex a woman can deliver. While his eight inches was pushing in, she used bunts and double bunts and things unknown to common cunts. He thought she was tearing off his cock with her twat, but he met her at every turn and filled her ass with white hot sperm. Her screams and yelps of pleasure could be head on all three floors, and inspired the lesser girls to become all out sluts. What had started out as thirty guys with thirty girls became eighty guys because one genius made a phone call for reinforcements. The Tri Delta girls never missed a beat. Every new guy was met and a girl gave him something to sink him meat into within minutes. The Tri Delta girls would be number one by morning, but now was busy time and yes, yes, yes they were busy. Sue could not remember having such a good time, as the third guy she was servicing thrust his hard cock to and fro in her pussy. Heels dug in and ass thrusting up, she was bouncing him, while at the same time pulling his ass cheeks apart and fingering his ass hole. As he rolled off, a small black kid rolled onto her. Well, not small all over. It had been years since Sue had a 12 incher, but she knew how good they felt. This was one, so she closed her eyes and rocking with his motion fully enjoyed the moment. Her Orgasm sound headline the Tri Delta training film. She got his name, and sees him alone from time to time. You know, just to keep a BREAST of things! If you have dated a Tri D, please let me know how she was: good or bad. What It Takes "Wow! You've paralysed me with your dick." I laughed, not really surprised that my legs didn't work; it had been a very long time since I'd been fucked like that. It was a wonder that I could speak! Jerry laughed too scooping me up into his arms. "Well I suppose I'd better get you into bed then" he said heading towards the stairs "I might want to do that again, so we may as well get you comfortable." Once upstairs he laid me on the bed and said he was going to get the champagne. I crawled under the covers and lay there with my eyes closed grinning from ear to ear. What It Takes I let my right hand wander down his body, then I pushed it between us and dragged my nails along his denim covered hard on. "This…" I barely whispered before he put his mouth over mine and kissed me harshly turning my legs to jelly. Jerry's hands started to wander too and I felt him yank up my skirt and as one hand fondled a buttock the other sought out my pussy. Pushing aside the lace gusset of my knickers he slid two fingers along my wet snatch and then thrust them roughly into me and continued to slide them in and out of me voraciously whilst I moaned into his mouth. Deciding then I could wait no longer; I ripped open his flies and pulled his jeans down far enough to reveal a glimpse of the tattoos on his thighs. I grabbed his dick running my nails along the shaft more softly this time. Then I pushed him back from me and his fingers out of me. "Sit" I commanded gesturing to the toilet seat lid, he complied quickly and held his arms out to me. I straddled his lap still standing as his arms enfolded me and he began caressing my butt again. Pushing his head back I kissed him hard then pulled the lace of my panties to one side and lowered myself onto his cock. Frantically and wordlessly we fucked and pulled at each others clothes desperate to feel more of each other against our own skin. My camisole and bra were around my waist and my breast in his mouth when my orgasm began. "I'm coming." I whispered hoarsely after just a few minutes and dug my nails into his back then threw my head back and swore as quietly as I could. Jerry wasn't too far behind me, saying my name over and over, his eyes shut. I held on to him tight with my arms and my pussy as he came, congratulating myself at my good fortune for a change. This man was a complete sex god and I was shagging him – how on earth did that happen? I released Jerry from the tight hold I had him in to see that he was smiling too. Feeling like the cat that had got the cream I stroked his face and kissed his lips unable to stop grinning. "Well you're full of surprises aint'cha?" He laughed helping me get re-dressed. "I thought you were one of those good girls when I met you last night!" I raised my eyebrows prompting him to continue. "The way you blushed; you seemed so innocent. I was looking forward to corrupting you." "Ha, you wish! Good girls wear underwear," I exclaimed "I'm catholic remember, I know how to play the game. I can do demure at church on Sunday and slutty with the rock star on a Friday if I want to." I joked. "Are you disappointed then?" I asked standing up enjoying the feeling of his cock sliding out of me once more and rearranged my underwear and skirt. "What do you think?" He replied rolling his eyes. I picked up his t-shirt from where I'd discarded it in the sink and threw it at him. "I actually think you're hot as hell and wouldn't want you any other way." Just then the handle of the door turned as someone tried to come in. I bit my bottom lip; my eyes wide as I spun round to look at Jerry for reassurance. But he was grinning broadly, which wasn't much help. "Shit!" I whispered "What shall we do?" "Your little plan backfired has it?" He goaded me clearly amused. "Fuck it, let's just walk out. Act normal." The handle rattled again and a muffled voice asked how much longer we were gonna be. I clamped my hand over my mouth widening my eyes even further. "Be right out." Jerry called. "You ready?" He asked taking my hand. I struggled to keep a straight face, but I took a deep breath and followed him as he unlocked the door. As it opened a middle-aged woman stood in front of us, her jaw wide open in shock. "Howdy." Jerry nodded to her as she took a step back to let us pass. "Hello." I greeted her in my best British accent. "Nice day for it." I commented and burst out laughing as Jerry pulled me out of the diner quickly. We almost ran around the corner where we fell into convulsions hanging on to each other as we cried with laughter. "Nice day for it?" Jerry exclaimed through his tears. "That was hilarious!" "I couldn't resist" I gasped "I wanted to see her reaction. She just stood there opening and closing her mouth like a goldfish!"