For the first time in history, the Rolling Stones were visiting town, and Jack Holland prepared to use the supergroup's visit to his advantage.

He stood in front of the mirror, turning his head from side to side, throwing up his chin, trying to smile with all thirty-two teeth. Like Mick Jagger, Jack was tall, thin, sunken eyes, square jaw, protruding Adam's apple, plump lips. However, he was younger, in his early thirties, and favored short hair. However, the resemblance was still striking.

In fact, all his life, friends and even strangers were surprised that Jack looked exactly like the most famous of the Stones, but this did not bring him any dividends. Unless he acted as a double of Jagger at parties and amateur concerts. But the day came when Mick and Jack were in the same city at the same time, and Jack decided that there would be no better opportunity to snatch a piece of the glory of his famous double.

He wore a shirt a couple of sizes too big and wide pants, and a wig allowed him to achieve the final resemblance to Mick. In this form, they were going to appear in the area of nightclubs. He knew that fans would do anything to please their idol, and Jack really wanted to meet their desires.

He sang a couple of lines from "Time is on my side", finally convincing himself that the ladies would not feel the difference, provided that he did not sing. His voice had nothing to do with Jagger's voice, Jack's English accent could only cause laughter, but he believed that local beauties did not understand such subtleties. The opportunity to have sex with a world celebrity will drive anyone into ecstasy. No matter what he said, she would hardly hear a word.

Jack winked at his reflection in the mirror. Women have been dreaming of Jagger's kiss for thirty years, and his, exactly the same lips did not even look at him. As a result, the resemblance to Jagger began to get on Jack's nerves, because the rock star, although he got married, could lure anyone into bed, and even nymphomaniacs often refused Jack. But this evening he expected to receive sufficient compensation for years of irritation and envy.

How many women will he have today? Two? Three? Jack smiled. He will not limit himself. Feel sorry for the Elvis twins. Unless they had worked during the King's lifetime, they had no way of getting between the legs of a young beauty who was unaware of the deceit.

- Today I'm going to have a good time, - Jack said importantly, imitating an English accent.

***

By the time Jack had signed six autographs and pulled out of the gathering crowd, his spirits had visibly dropped. The clothes were uncomfortable, the head itched under the wig, a cold wind blew. Indeed, he was mistaken for a real Jagger, but only women who looked at him with lust, age were more drawn to pensioners, and not to young sex bombs. He painted for himself blondes of about twenty-five, with hair falling on their shoulders, breasts torn towards arms, legs that could squeeze a man’s waist like python rings.

And just as Jack was about to move on to an alternative plan prepared as a last resort, the girl of his dreams fluttered out of the restaurant door right in front of him and nearly knocked him over. Her eyes twinkled: she recognized him.

- Excuse me, - a nervous voice. - Mr Jagger? I just can't believe it's you!

Jack decided she was closer to thirty than twenty. The figure is amazing, the face is a feast for the eyes, true, a brunette, but the dark hair on the motel pillow looks more sexy. Jack cleared his throat, trying not to show excitement - hell, such meetings for the real Mick are a common thing.

“Just don’t ask me where to go, dear ... I don’t know this city,” he chirped. With an imitation of an accent, as usual, it didn’t work out very well, but the girl had no doubts.

- Oh! - she exclaimed. - Nobody will believe me!

Her name was Karen, and she claimed that she was not looking for him at all, but went into a restaurant where she wanted to call her boyfriend to break off all relations with him. Perhaps that was true, but Jack could see that she was reacting to him in exactly the same way as the others. Passion was read in her eyes, and when Karen swayed a little from side to side, the slit of the skirt exposed her magnificent legs almost to the signs of the floor. Jack fully felt the power that the idols of the crowd acquired over women.

- Listen, I'd like to see the city. Can you help?

A joyful smile lit up Karen's angelic face, and the next moment he was arm in arm with the most beautiful woman in the world. Who needs record runs, Jack thought. Here it is, the main reason why they are eager to be rock stars.

But then, one after another, three women approached them and asked for an autograph. Jack even got angry.

"Damn," he swore under his breath as he scribbled on the back of three crumpled bills. Leaning towards Karen. “We need somewhere to be alone, baby. How about my number? - Jack knew the answer in advance, and Karen did not disappoint him.

"I was hoping you'd offer it," she purred. "But maybe we should go somewhere else, away from the others?" So that no one bothers us at all? and smiled seductively.

"Oh, I already took care of that," Jack puffed up with pride. - I settled separately.

At first, he wanted to get a room in the best hotel in the city, but he realized that this was where the real Mick Jagger would stay. And dating the person he claimed to be was definitely not part of Jack's plans. So Jack opted for a modest motel near the airport. Right under the street lamp, he turned to Karen, hugged her. With wide eyes, she leaned her whole body against him. Jack was engulfed in heat. A fresh thought flashed through my head: God, why, I can follow Jagger from city to city and skim the cream. I can even write a book about my adventures and become a millionaire. I can...

- Mick! - his voice interrupted Jack's daydreams. - Concert! You will be late! - she looked at the clock.

Damn, Jack scolded himself. He completely forgot about Mick's concert. So, nothing will break off until midnight.

"You're right," he groaned, his accent now gone. - But then you will come to me, right?

She slid her hands under his shirt, ran her fingers down his back, sending goosebumps down his spine.

"I don't want to leave you," Karen whispered. - Can you take me backstage so that I can be with you the whole concert? You don't mind, do you?

- Eh ... - here he had to turn his brains. “Security won't let that happen, honey. Moreover, we can’t even go to a concert together. Me and my guys will be brought in a limousine. We are preparing a solemn meeting. I'm sorry.

"Oh, Mick," she groaned in disappointment. - But you will dedicate a song to me, won't you? To prove to my friends that you really know me.

- Er... of course, honey. If I remember. I don't get any younger with age, you know.

He wrapped his arms around her and grabbed her ass. The thought that they would take a long time to get into bed pissed me off, but did he have any other options? To stay in character, you had to take into account the time factor.

- Can I meet you at the Colosseum after the concert? she pleaded. - Can we go to the motel together?

The temptation was great. He could have hired a limousine and enjoyed celebrity power to the fullest, but Jack knew he would never venture into close proximity to the real Mick Jagger for fear of being exposed.

- I'm afraid not, dear. You have to follow the instructions of the security service,

Karen's face lost its beauty for a moment, such an ugly grimace twisted it.

- You'll get me going, won't you, Mick? Find someone else to spend the night with her. You are the same as everyone else. You...

- Wait, honey, - Jack grabbed her by the shoulders, looked into her eyes. "We'll spend this night together, you and I, I promise." He took the room key out of his pocket and placed it in her trembling fingers. - This night I will have only you. And no one else.

She smiled again.

- I told myself that I will not lose sight of you for a second if I am lucky and we meet, - she hugged Jack, pressed herself against his chest. - I feel so good with you.

Jack squeezed her hand. Now he had no doubt that she would come.

- I have to go, - sincere regret was heard in the voice. - I'll leave right after the concert. Remember, Thunderbird Motel. Near the airport.

He kissed her again, they merged in a passionate embrace that lasted and lasted and lasted. Finally, Karen pulled away from him.

- I don't want you to be late.

When she left, her buttocks, tightly covered by a skirt, almost drove him crazy. Jack no longer doubted that he would play the role of Mick Jagger for the rest of his life.

- Mick! came a young voice from across the street. - Wait!

Shaking his head, Jack realized that he had to leave the crowded streets, otherwise there would be no passage for him. After signing, he hurried to his car, which he parked in a dark alley.

***

Lying on the bed, listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom, he thought about her, imagined transparent droplets rolling down her delicate skin. From afar came the roar of jet engines: the airport did not stop even at night. Karen rushed to the motel right after the concert, just like she promised. And although the clock showed the beginning of the second, Jack didn’t feel like sleeping at all. Hell, he could stay awake all night... and what a night! And although the number of women who fell for his appearance during the visit of the Stones fell short of his expectations, a fish he could not even dream of was caught on the hook. Karen surpassed all his fantasies. And, most importantly, this night was to become the main one in her life. If he plays his game correctly, he can also arrange subsequent meetings, telling her that he had no one better than her and he was ready to secretly fly to her for the weekend from different parts of the world. He could stretch the pleasure.

Finally, the water was turned off in the bathroom. In preparation for her arrival, Jack sprayed a scented spray into his mouth. A little more, and his fantasies will turn into reality.

Did the door open?

- Mick? she whispered. "Would you care to put out a few lamps?" The light is so bright, like it's an FBI interrogation room.

- Listen, I want to see you, honey. Darkness doesn't suit me.

- You don't have to turn off all the lights. But the light is very bright.

He obeyed, knowing that she was absolutely right. He turned on absolutely everything, as if he was going to make love on stage. She wanted to seduce him, and he was not going to deprive her of this opportunity.

Karen stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her damp body. The water soaked the ends of the hair. By the bed, she lowered the towel, her hand clasped her chest, her finger caressing the nipple and driving Jack crazy. Everything happened in silence. Jack stared at her spellbound, and Karen seemed determined to give him a first-class show to outdo all the female fans he'd slept with before.

He opened his mouth to say something, but Karen stopped him with a sign. She climbed onto the bed on her knees and slowly pulled off the towel. Jack's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, became huge, like bowls. On the nipple of Karen's left breast, a silver ring gleamed, and a small tattoo adorned her right. In the dim light, he could not see what it depicted, but he believed that before morning he would have the opportunity to look at the tattoo from a closer distance. She shaved her pubic hair in the shape of a triangle. In the delicate folds of her "pussy" gleamed another silver ring. The innocence of Karen's face contrasted sharply with the voluptuousness of her body. The face belonged to an angel, the body to a biker's girlfriend who had been deprived of sex for a long time. Karen approached, pouted her lips, moistened them with her tongue, circled her finger. Jack's cock nearly ripped through his jeans.

"I want to fuck you, Mick," Karen whispered, her fingers already unbuckling her belt. He wanted to help her, she pushed his hand away. She seems to have thought of everything in advance. "Wait, Mick," she purred. - I myself.

He never dreamed of such a thing. Not only did he get one of the written beauties, so she was still going to take on an active role, to fuck him! He wouldn't have believed it if they weren't already in bed and she didn't look up to him like she was a god. However, for her, he was God. He reached out to caress her breasts, but she pushed him back again.

"Me first," whispered Karen. - When I please you, you can take care of me.

He closed his eyes, felt her warm lips pressing against his, a hot tongue diving into his mouth. She licked his cheek, his ear, then suddenly whispered: "I love everything unusual, you probably already noticed it."

He cleared his throat, but before he could say a word, she pressed her finger to his lips.

- What about the bonds of love, Mick? Before he could answer, she took out wide silk ribbons from her purse, which lay on the floor by the bed. - Pink - for me, after I give you pleasure. The blue ones are for you.” She tied one knot at her wrist, the other at the counter. And while Jack was worried about premature ejaculation, she finished with the second hand and set to her legs. Since there were no uprights at the footboard, she tied his legs to the frame. He was afraid that outside he could stop her hands if, in a fit of passion, he grabbed his hair and realized that it was a wig. However, he prepared the explanation in advance. And that she would believe everything, he had no doubt.

Sitting between his legs, Karen smiled as she stared at his hard cock. She kissed her knee and moved up to her scrotum. Sweet torture, he thought, well aware of what would follow. Her tongue walked along the entire length of his reproductive organ, froze.

"Pleasure and pain, Mick," she whispered. - Didn't you write a song about pleasure and pain?

How could he know this? He heard a couple of Stones albums, and even then early ones. But he did not have time to answer, because the next moment Karen sealed his mouth. Now he couldn't make a sound.

It was at this point that Jack was seized with vague anxiety. He is tied hand and foot. Can't call for help. Does she have any secret plans? Robbery? Torture? Of course not... He is, after all, Mick Jagger.

Pleasure and pain...

- I was waiting for you to finally come to our city, - ominous notes appeared in the whisper. She was now licking the long blade of a knife that had appeared in her hand for some unknown reason. The metal gleamed darkly. - I'm not rich. I couldn't come to you like Chapman to Lennon. But I was waiting for you, Mick.” The headlights of a car turning in the parking lot pierced the thin curtains and hit her in the face. In the yellowish glow, her eyes became the same as those of Charles Manson. - I knew that you would come to me. And eventually, and all the rest, - she took a deep breath, dug her nails into Jack's chest. He twitched in pain. - It's fate, nothing more. And no one can escape fate, Mick. Nobody.

Jack's heart skipped a beat. He was shaken. If not for the gag, the teeth would have knocked out the shot. He moaned muffledly, twitched, but she immediately stuck the knife blade to his neck. Jack felt a prick, something warm running down his neck onto the pillow.

"Shut up and be still, Mick," she croaked. I've been listening to your fucking voice all my life. Now you have to listen to me.

Jack couldn't speak, but a trickle of saliva found the gap in the gag and ran down his chin. Karen's breasts dangled above him, but they no longer aroused him.

"Chapman was an amateur," she hissed. Lennon got off too easy. A couple of shots, and you're done, - she yawned, stretched. - But you and I, Mick, first get to know each other better. We will have something to remember, I think you deserve it.

The madness in the woman's eyes grew with every minute. Tears rolled down Jack's cheeks.

- Hey Mick, don't cry. Be a man!

Jack twitched again and paid another wound to his neck.

"Pleasure and pain, Mick," Karen barked. - Now we'll have sex, if you still get up, and then I'll carve a neat heart on your chest. Then we'll fuck again, and I'll change your voice to soprano. You could sing Beach Boy songs if I let you live.

Jack once again tried to break free, but this bitch knew how to tie knots. He looked at her pleadingly with Mick Jagger eyes, but her cold, heartless face did not change.

"We're in no hurry, Mick," she cooed. “We have the whole night ahead of us,” she grinned, and when she bent down to bite her shoulder, she whispered in a singsong voice. "Let's spend some time together"...



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