Prologue...
January 23, 2001
"Hold on, let me turn out the lights..." "What? Wait. No, don't. I like them on..." Julie Pierce said with a purr. "You sure?" "Of course, now come over here and get on top of me Mclean." She ordered. "Alright..." He said, his body full of desire as he pounced on her causing a laugh. "So, what's your name again?" He asked as he sucked and nibbled at her tender flesh. Her breathing quickened, and she arched her back at the pleasure he was giving her. "Julie..." She breathed out, roughly running her hands up and down his back. He pulled away and yanked her shirt off of her, than pushed her back down onto the king-sized bed. He stared down at her in her black silk bra, and moaned. "Goddamn, I knew when I saw you from the stage you were hot, but this is more than I expected. Your a fucking goddess!" He exclaimed, than roughly tore her bra off.
"A.J..." Was all she could say, as he fucked her over and over.
The next morning when Julie woke up A.J. Mclean was gone, no sign of his clothes or suitcase anywhere. The only thing that was left in the room was her and the wrinkled up sheets around her. She groaned, wincing as she threw her legs over the side of the bed. The inside of her thighs and other places hurt so bad. They must have gone at it at least fifteen times the night before. He never got tired. "You think he would after all that dancing and work he does..." She said to herself as she ran her hands through her messy curly hair. She grabbed her shredded clothes, put them on, and left.