Bound in Leather

so here we are again..... you, me, a computer. and a disclaimer. i\'m merely borrowing what i like, which i intend to put away.... some time. i swear it. ummm, i\'m not sure if j.k. rowling knows i\'m borrowing. should she find out, i\'m sure she\'d be glad to know that i am only doing this for fun and pleasure. i certainly wouldn\'t want to make anyone think i\'m getting paid to do this. nothing comes my way, except more ideas.....

i will once again declare raunch to follow. it is called raunch for a reason people. if you can\'t handle it, don\'t continue. but then again...... adult fan fiction..... you do the math.

please feel free to leave me a review.i do enjoy them. no flames, please. i will use them to roast your ass with! then i will set the dragon free..... and he\'s been really cranky lately. i think he ate someone who didn\'t agree with him. poor baby.... i think i\'ll give him some pepto...

Chapter Three: You Can Call Me Al
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He watched as she allowed the guard to push her into the room. She wore a look on her face that bespoke of a small amount of fear. Odd reaction to get from a groupie. He\'d waited far longer than he\'d thought was necessary, so he was in a terribly foul mood. The little tart needed to be well worth his efforts, or he\'d be royally pissed. He allowed his gaze to rake the length of her body as she studied the room. She hadn\'t seen him yet, as he was hidden in the shadows. Sometimes, it was good to be able to hide one\'s self.

She was not overly tall, standing somewhere around five and a half feet tall. Her hair was a honey brown color that cascaded down her back to end just above the upper curve of a rather delicious looking rump. Her breasts were high and perky, of a slightly above average size. If he had to hazard a guess, he\'d say about a 38C. Not a bad handful. Or mouthful. Her waist was trim, but not so thin that it looked as if a strong wind would snap her in two. Lush hips and long legs for a woman her height.

He let his gaze wander over her face, noting the way her eyes darted about the room. She looked nervous. A pale flush of pink tinted her cheeks. Her skin was lightly tanned, a pale shade of golden brown that suggested she spent some time out of doors, but not so much as to darken her color or burn her skin. Her eyes were a blue just a shade lighter than that of the skies. She had pink lips that were pressed together in a frown at the moment. But they looked as if they were made for kissing. Or giving a blow job.

She was not the raging beauty he had seen in some of the other groupies he\'d had back stage a time or two. But she was pretty, in an earthy sort of way. An intriguing mix for someone who spent their life standing around, waiting for some man they might never see again to take them to a dark corner and shag them senseless. He studied her a moment longer, noting the panic in her eyes. She turned to the guard, standing just in the doorway, awaiting him to give the dismissal. \'Why did you bring me here?\' she asked.

Her voice was soft and melodic, husky with her mounting confusion and distrust. He could see it all plainly in the way she looked about the room, the way her hands were clasped around the small bag she held. The security guard at the door looked at her in surprise, as if he hadn\'t expected her to say such a thing. Then a smile broke his lips and the stupid git actually chuckled. The confusion grew, her brow creasing with her puzzlement.

\'You may leave now,\' his voice flowed out of the darkened corner he was still hidden in. The guard looked to where he stood, then nodded and stepped out. He pulled the door shut behind him without being told. And who said that you couldn\'t teach an old dog new tricks? He\'d have put his money on the slot that said the guard was nothing more than an overgrown ape who\'d scratched all the hair off his arse. It seemed to be the only prerequisite that the security companies had for their employees.

She turned to where his voice had come from, straining to see into the darkness. He decided to step out and see what kind of reaction he would get. The most overused one was the fawning and exclamations of \"Oh my God! It\'s you! I can\'t believe it!\" It was enough to make him sick to his stomach.

As he melted out of the darkness that had hid him, his gaze locked with hers. Her eyes went wide, but she said nothing. It appeared she might actually be in shock. He looked her over, noting the clothes she wore. A tight black skirt that ended somewhere just below her ass and a lace tank top with a dark purple bra of lace beneath it. Not actually revealing, but not completely virginal, either. He knew she wore a suspender belt, as he could see the tabs and part of the suspenders below her skirt. The belt was holding up a pair of black stockings that molded to her legs like a lover\'s hand to the breast. She wore heeled shoes in black leather. They had a platform beneath the ball of the foot, with a thick heel. They were only about three inches, putting her at a surprisingly short stature of somewhere around five feet, three inches.

\'What? Nothing to say, my dear?\' he mocked, wondering why she hadn\'t blurted out any of the obligatory lines that he felt groupies world wide went to a school to learn. She shook her head, merely staring at him. It was rather unnerving. Not that he hadn\'t been stared at like that before. But to have the reaction come from a person who obviously didn\'t think beyond her next shag was a touch disconcerting.

\'Well, I am surprised. A groupie with nothing to say,\' he smirked at her. \'Tell me your name, girl,\' he instructed. Not like he\'d remember it come the end of the night.

\'You can call me Al,\' she informed him. He stared a moment, then burst out into laughter.

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Al followed after the guard... well, ok. She didn\'t follow after him. He escorted her, his hand curled around her arm as he lead her along the now empty corridors of the back stage area. She wasn\'t certain what was going on, and it made her a little nervous. She hated being in situations where she couldn\'t take care of herself. This qualified as one of those. The grip the guard had on her arm would have choked the life out of a rock. She\'d have a lovely bruise there, come the morning. Not that it mattered. But she did wish she knew what was going on.

He stopped before a closed door, pushing it open without knocking or announcing himself. He gently steered her into the room, then stood in the open doorway. As if he were keeping her in the empty room. She looked around the room cautiously, trying to discern the reason why she\'d been brought here. So far as she could tell, there was nothing and no one there. She turned back to the security man at the door. \'Why did you bring me here?\' she asked him.

The man stared at her for a few moments, then broke out in a fit of chuckles. She wished she knew what he thought was so funny, because she could use a laugh about now. The room he\'d brought her to was nearly empty, save for the leather couch standing in the middle of the floor. The walls were white, bare of any decoration. It was beginning to look to her like she might be in some serious trouble. Before the big man could make a reply, or even think one up, a silky voice issued from the depths of the shadowy corner. \'You may leave now.\'

The man\'s gaze moved to the corner, then he nodded and stepped out, pulling the door closed behind him. She let her eyes move to the place where the voice had come from, watching and hoping that something would happen soon. A foot came out of the shadows, the light moving up the leg to the crotch and impressive bulge of the crotch, then the stomach and torso as the figure stepped out of hiding. She nearly fainted then and there.

It was *HIM!*

\'What? Nothing to say, my dear?\' his voice, the sexy British drawl that made her body run hot with need, washed over her. It was full of mockery. She wasn\'t sure why. She shook her head, uncertain as to what she was required to say. He moved closer, stopping when he was about a foot away. \'Well, I am surprised. A groupie with nothing to say,\' he smirked.

She was about to pull herself up and tell him off at that statement, but he pressed on. \'Tell me your name, girl.\'

\'You can call me Al,\' she gave her standard response. He stared at her a moment or two, then threw his head back and laughed. She frowned, wondering why she always got that reaction from people. She disliked her name, as it was rather a masculine sounding name. Her mother had assured her it was a girl\'s name. Not that Al was any better. But honestly, it wasn\'t that funny.

\' I don\'t see what\'s so funny about my name,\' she retorted.

\'Al? Your name is Al and you cannot see the humor in it?\' he asked her, his laughter dying to occassional chuckles.

\' It happens to be short for Alasdair. I prefer to be called Al,\' she informed him, her tone less than congenial. Then she remembered who she was snapping at and she felt her cheeks warm with a blush. \' I\'m sorry. I shouldn\'t have yelled. But everyone laughs at my name.\'

\'It must get terminally boring to have all those people laughing at you,\' he commented. She couldn\'t tell if he was serious or not, so she merely shrugged in reply.

\'Why am I here?\' she asked him, staring about the room. She was nervous. She had never thought to meet him face to face. And now that she had, she was making a complete mess of it. She looked him in the eyes and was startled to find that there was hunger burning in them. If she was reading her signs right, he wanted to......

She laughed at the thought, making him cock a brow at her in the form of a question. When she thought she had control of herself, she began explaining her misplaced humor. \'You honestly think I\'m a groupie? You think.....\' she collapsed into laughter again. This was not what she had been expecting.

He stared at her, wondering why she was in hysterics over that. Surely she had to know that was why she was here. When she looked up at him again, tears rolling down her cheeks from the obvious mistake, she found him watching her, his eyes still full of the burning desire she had seen there earlier. It sobered her, putting an end to her laughter. She gave a small frown, then spoke once more. \'You think I\'m a groupie?\'

\'Are you not? I was under the impression that you were a groupie by the way your eyes followed my every move. Do you not want my body? Even if it is only for the night?\' he asked her, stepping closer. Even in her heels, she had to tilt her head back to look up at him. She licked her lips, an innocent move that seemed all the more tantalizing to him for that reason. He felt his cock stir.

Her body tightened at his words. This was her ultimate dream. To spend a night with this man. The one man she could honestly say she\'d thought about, fantasized about, as she masturbated. To have the real thing. Was she about to turn him down? If she did, she\'d get herself committed. She smiled at him, a tenative thing that was more telling than any sign he\'d gotten from any number of women. His hand came up, curved around her chin to pull her face to his.

She sighed when his lips claimed hers. It was not a soft kiss, but hard and demanding. His fingers tightened almost painfully around her chin, but she didn\'t make a sound. She merely pressed herself closer to him, her hands coming up to rest on his shoulders. When his tongue pushed against her lips, she opened them. He invaded her mouth, his tongue thrusting into it in the same manner he intended to thrust into her body.

She groaned in frustration when he drew back from her. It took several moments for her to lift her eyelids. When she managed to open them, the blue had darkened to the color of the sky, just as the sun was setting. He knew physical desire when he saw it. He had a good idea that, were he to slip his hand under that too short mini skirt, he\'d find her knickers were wet. It seemed he had read her right.

He walked away from her, certain he could feel the piercing burn of her stare on his back. He stopped at the couch, turned and threw himself down on it. He sprawled across the leather cushions, his legs opened wide. As if in invitation. Al stared at him for a moment, then moved forward slowly.

His eyes followed her every movement. She seemed hesitant, but she finally stood between his spread knees. She looked at his face for a moment, then went down on her knees. Her hands reached for the waist of the leather trousers he wore. One strayed down from it\'s intended target to rub over the rather prominent bulge that pressed against the seam. It quivered beneath her light touch. Then it joined it\'s mate at the waist of the trousers, pulling at the laces that held them closed and up.

Her fingers made easy work of the laces, despite the fact that they were soaked with his sweat. She pulled them free and slipped her hands beneath the waist band, pushing the soft leather down. It clung to his hips, though. He had to lift his arse from the couch so she could force the tight leather down far enough to expose his throbbing erection. She stopped when the garment was lodged against his thighs. Her eyes went to his stiff cock, one hand coming up to circle it gently.

He never took his gaze from her face, interested to see the emotions flicker over the soft features. There was so much you could learn by studying the way a person\'s face projected their feelings. Much like a film at the cinema. Her hand moved over his heated flesh slowly, stroking with the tenderest of touches. Her eyes stayed locked upon the rigid length of him, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she gave over all of her concentration to the task in her hand.

He gritted his teeth, determined to keep his eyes open, his gaze fixed on her. Her ministrations were not like the ones he normally got. Most of them grabbed at him and pumped their hands over his cock as if they were squeezing a tube of toothpaste. She ran her hand over his shaft as if it were something she felt priviledged to be allowed to do. The palm of her hand was slightly moistened from a small amount of sweat. It made the up and down motion of her hand so much easier and pleasurable for him.

He groaned when her head dipped, her tongue darting out to lick at the weeping slit in the mushroom shaped head. It swirled around the tip, flowing down the underside to lick at the vein that ran the length of the shaft. He debated on whether he would grab her head and force it down over the turgid length she seemed to be prepared to tease. But she glanced up at him through her eye lashes, the sultry look in her eyes telling him she was going to give him what he wanted. Her mouth opened, the glistneing pink lips parting to form an O a moment before she took his head between her lips.

He couldn\'t keep his eyes open when she slowly worked her way down his cock. When her lips met the spot where her hand was still wrapped around the base of his erection, she began to bob up and down in an almost painfully unhurried pace. Her mouth was warm around him, moist and heavenly. His hands found her head, cupping the bouncing body part tightly to prevent her from moving off him. She didn\'t protest, merely plunged her mouth over him a little deeper. Her tongue ran up the length as she lifted off, her teeth grating ever so slightly on the way down.

He had to admit he found this different. And far more arousing than a normal blow job. Usually, the groupies he encountered were worried about doing anything to displease him. They would never dream of allowing their teeth to grate over the hardened flesh of his erection. They feared finding disfavor with him and being tossed out the door. The silly twits had yet to learn that the slightest brush of teeth, the smallest hint of the pain that action brought, was a particular weakness of his. Was, in fact, a very heady aphrodisiac for him.

He couldn\'t prevent the groan that rolled up his throat. His hips thrust upward the smallest bit, forcing her to take him deeper. She didn\'t try to pull away, merely removed her hand and placed in on his thigh. It\'s mate mirrored the action so that she was balanced on his legs as she worked at swallowing him whole. It was exquisite torture to have his cock fully encased by her hot mouth.

Minutes passed them by without a notice. He wasn\'t certain how long she\'d been on her knees between his. He only knew that she was doing her damnedest to provide him with mind numbing pleasure. It was something he hadn\'t seen much of lately. He would thoroughly enjoy his night with this groupie who swore she wasn\'t a groupie. Whether she was or not, he couldn\'t recall any time since he\'d started this that he had ever come across a woman who knew instinctively how to please him so well.

Sweat had broken out across his chest. An event that rarely happened these days. The women had gotten so predictable on the road that he could get himself off in a matter of minutes. Without working up the need for a shower after the fact. It was frustrating. It was annoying. It was a bloody pain in the arse. So this girl, who bore the name of a man, was something of a shock to his much jaded system.

He felt his control slipping from him as his orgasm flooded toward the surface. Her mouth was far too talented to allow him to hold his arousal much longer. Not that he minded that much. He would test her mettle here and now. If she pulled away before he came, he\'d leave it at the blow job and go to his hotel alone. If she swallowed every single drop without even batting an eyelash, he would fuck her senseless in reward.

Al felt his cock swell in her mouth and moaned. He was on the verge of cumming. She knew it and was determined to see the whole thing through. Despite the fact that she could feel her pussy clenching with need. It wanted to have inside of it that which was in her mouth. Her panties were soaking wet, her nipples pebbled hard inside the cups of her bra. She was so turned on by this that she thought she might orgasm purely from the pleasure it brought to be able to suck him off like this.

His hands were curled tightly into her hair, holding her mouth over him as his hips rose to meet each one of her downward strokes. She wanted to taste him. She tightened her mouth over him as she sucked at his cock greedily. He groaned again, his hips plunging into the moist cavern of her mouth faster. She felt his cock twitch, the first sign that he was ready to explode. She slipped her hands from his thighs, bringing them under her face to find his balls. She curved her palms over them and squeezed gently, coaxing his release out of him.

He gave a low, feral cry as his testicles contracted. His cock jerked inside her mouth, then let loose with his orgasm. As he poured his seed into her, she swallowed and sucked, drawing every bit from him that she could. His fingers dug into her scalp, leaving tiny crescent moon shapes where his nails cut the skin. She seemed to ignore the pain as she continued bobbing, drawing on him until he finally forced her to let go of his now flaccid member.

She sat back on her heels, licking her lips to clear the remainder of the pearly fluid from them. Her eyes were the slightest bit unfocused, a blush riding her cheeks. His gaze swept her as he stood, tucking himself back into the leather trousers. He could see her nipples pressing the material of her bra and shirt, plainly telling him she was hot for him. It was a good thing, as he intended to completely enjoy her over the course of the evening.

He held out on hand to her. She looked at it a moment before placing her own in it. He pulled her to her feet, then motioned for the door. \'Let us return to my hotel room for the night,\' his voice was dark and silky with the suggestion. She shuddered as it sent a ripple of pleasure skittering up her back. She nodded silently, allowing him to lead her from the room.

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The ride in the limo was silent, both parties lost in thought. She was surprised when the pulled up before one of the most exclusive hotels in the Twin Cities. He helped her out of the back of the car, once again leading her by her hand. She felt as if she were a small, disobediant child who was on her way to being punished. Somehow, the thought was more exciting than she thought it should be.

He didn\'t look at her as he made his way across the floor in an arrogant stride that spoke of a man who was used to getting his way. He stabbed the button for the elevator with a long finger, then stood and waited in the most patient manner she had ever seen. They entered the car, and he pushed a button for the twentieth floor. The small, square box began it\'s ascent. She remained silent on the ride, deciding that he would say something to her if he wanted to speak to her.

The elevator stopped and they stepped out. She copuld hear loud music blaring from behind the closed door of a room at the end of the hall. She figured that the band was down there. So it was with some surprise that she found him leading her in the opposite direction. He produced the key to the room, seemingly from nowhere, and let them both in. The door closed silently behind her as he tugged her into the main part of the room.

A lamp was on, showing her that the room was typical of most hotels. There was the bed, a television, and a few other pieces of furniture. It was plush and roomy, with plenty of open floor space. She had just noted the balcony doors when his hands came up to cover her breasts, kneading them rather harshly. She couldn\'t help the moan that slipped from her throat.

His body pressed against hers from behind, his partially hardened cock rubbing against the small of her back. Her head tilted back, resting on his chest as he ground himself into her. One hand left it\'s bountiful prize to travel below her waist. It pulled up her skirt, slipping between her thighs to stroke the swollen folds of her nether lips. She moaned again, bearing down on the hand that so expertly stroked her.

\'Do you want me to fuck you?\' he asked her, his sexy voice whispering across her ear. She nodded, making some affirmative noise in her throat. He brought the hand at her breast up to her neck, pushing the tangled mass of thick hair to the side. His tongue came out, licked up the column of flesh to her ear. She shuddered, her eyes slipping shut. \'Then take off your clothes and get onto the bed.\'

She struggled to do as he\'d commanded. She found her hands were too clumsy to manage the simple task of unhooking her bra. It took more than one try to finally slip the hooks from their eyes. It came off with the tank top to land in a heap on the floor. She pulled the shoes from her feet, letting them fall to the floor with a dull thud. Her skirt came down, as well as her garter belt. She peeled the stockings from her legs, leaving them in a pile. She slipped her thumbs beneath the waistband of her panties last, slipping the lace thong off. It joined all the rest of her spread clothing.

She turned to face him, allowing him to take in the full view of her naked body. His eyes raked her form with hunger burning in them. She waited until he looked her in the face again before complying with the last of his order. She moved to the bed slowly, laying herself on it on her back. She watched him as he stripped his clothes from his lean body. They were left in a mound on the floor, much like hers.

He moved to the bed, his erect cock bobbing as he walked. Her eyes went to it, watching as it lead him to her. She wanted to feel him inside of her. Now. She didn\'t wait for any other instructions. She spread her thighs for him. He gave her a smile, as if to say good girl, then settled himself over her. The rigid length of him rubbed the inside of her thigh. He propped himself up on one hand, the other moving to slip between her thighs once more.

A single finger slipped into her, pumping in and out slowly. She sighed, her eyes slipping shut while her back arched. She tilted her pelvis, presenting him with more of her pussy. He added a second finger, teasing her with the thrusting motion that mocked what he would soon be doing. She panted a little, arching her hips into his fingers. She was quivering with need, her body strung tight from the subtle hints of pleasure. She could feel it struggling to become something more.

When his fingers slid from her, she opened her eyes to look at him. He had his hand wrapped around his hard cock, stroking it idly. She could see the glistening moisture on two of the fingers being spread onto the steely length. She groaned faintly, opening her thighs wider in a blatant invitation. He looked down at her, a faint smirk on his lips. \'I want you on your hands and knees.\'

She nodded, rolling onto her stomach. She pushed up onto her hands and knees as he\'d ordered, presenting him with a view of her from the back. He moved foward, his hands rubbing over the curve of her cheeks. His fingers trailed along the crack of her bottom, one finger pressing against the puckered rim of her anus briefly. She shuddered at the touch. His hands gripped the globes of her ass tight, pulling them apart. She felt the head of his cock rub the entrance of her ass a moment, giving her a fleeting second of panic. But it moved lower, slowly pressing into the heated channel of her pussy.

Al arched her back, even as a moan left her mouth. He slid into her leisurely, his hands kneading the cheeks they held with force. She shuddered, then moaned even louder when one long finger slid past the pucker. It was on odd feeling, having his cock in her pussy and his finger in his ass. She felt full, stretched to the very edge of what crossed over from pleasure into pain. When he was completely buried within her, a second finger joined the first.

She whimpered, her head dropping between her arms. His hips drew back, then plunged forward. There was force to the thust, his cock head hitting her cervix. She moaned again, already feeling the beginning of her orgasm as it built. He thrust again. This time, her hips rocked back to meet his.

She was tight around him, the muscled walls of her pussy clamping down on his sliding cock tightly. She rocked back to meet each one of his thrusts, whimpers and moans falling from her mouth unheeded. He pumped himself into her with hard, deep strokes. It was strange to want to actually take his time with her. So many other encounters had him fucking hard and furious, intent on reaching climax as soon as possible. With Al, he wanted to make sure she was thoroughly shagged in the process.

He watched as her hands curled over the bed clothes, grasping them tightly. She panted in time to his thrusts, her hips rocking back to meet each one almost on their own. He could just imagine her breasts swaying back and forth with the motion, which made him piston into her all the harder. He was intent on riding her as long as he could manage. Something she had made easier for him with her stunning display of fellatio earlier.

Al\'s arms gave out, and she dropped her face to the mattress. It brought her ass up higher, allowing him to get deeper. His cock was bringing her ever closer to the verge of orgasm, while his fingers managed to slide in and out of the tight hole in her bottom. How he managed it, she wasn\'t certain. But the annoying pressure had become a pleasant sensation that added to the feel of him buried inside her.

He rode her hard, his fingers working with his erection to fill both holes as deeply as possible. She was making animalistic sounds in the back of her throat. Her hair was plastered to her back and head, sweat making it turn a dark brown. Her hands had remained curled around the bed clothes for so long, he wondered if she\'d be able to open them. Her hips continued to meet his, their panting and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh cutting the silence of the room.

They both lost track of time, his mind intent on holding off for as long as he could manage. He doubted he would find another girl like this on the road anywhere, and they would be gone tomorrow. He would make the best of the situation for as long as he could. He could feel the tightening of her muscles, both in her pussy and her ass, telling him she was ready to cum. He redoubled his efforts, pounding himself into her hard and deep.

Al cried out, her body tensing beneath his for a moment. Then she was quivering, her muscles spasming over him. He thurst hard, the feel of her orgasm sending him into a downward spiral. He wouldn\'t be able to hold himself back much longer. He gritted his teeth, increasing his speed once more. She groaned loudly beneath him, her body still pushing itself back onto his erection as it pumped in and out of her.

He tensed, his cock twitching inside of her. She clamped her muscles down around him tightly. It was all he needed. He came hard, shooting his seed up into her as his orgasm washed over him. He continued to thrust for some time, milking himself dry within her clucthing body. She sighed, then collapsed against the bed as he slipped his fingers and softening cock from her body. He moved her up to the pillows, laying her head on one. Then he lay on the bed next to her on his back. He had his arms crossed behind his head, his legs crossed over one another, and he spent a great deal of time thinking.

They both slept on and off that night, short as it was. She would slumber for short periods, waking to find him awake and watching her with that hunger in his eyes. Then he would take her again, fucking her so hard she thought her brains would be rattled right out of her head. She decided that by the time she left the bed, she wouldn\'t be able to walk. Not that she was complaining about it. This was a night she would well remember the rest of her life.

When someone came to the door and told him they would be leaving in ten minutes, she knew that was her cue. She stood and slipped back into her clothes, suddenly finding herself the smallest bit shy. He lay on the bed, completely unclothed, watching her with hooded eyes. She was reminded of the way predators in the nature shows watched their prey. She was finally dressed and turned to look at him. \'You can\'t know how much this night meant to me. I will remember it for the rest of my life.\'

He said nothing, merely continued to watch her. She blushed and went on. \' I don\'t normally do things like this. But I\'ve been mad for you since the first time I saw you in London. Thank you for making this a special night.\'

No raves about how good he was in bed, or how big he was. Only something he strongly suspected was the truth. Something he hadn\'t encountered with a groupie until now. It lead him to believe that she was also telling him the truth about not being a groupie. He managed a faint quirk of his lips that she could take for what ever she liked.

She stepped for the door. \' I suppose I need to go find my car.\'

\'I had it brought to the parking lot. I\'m sure you\'ll have no trouble finding it,\' he commented lazily.

\'Thanks,\' she smiled. \'And thank you again for this evening, Mister.....\' she began. He sat up and cut her off.

\'You can call me Severus.\'

end chapter three.
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well there you go..... the rock god is none other than the Potions Master himself!

to the following: Tobi, Goldie, Shaolin, Anon, Pearle, and Michele.... you all have gotten points for guessing correctly. thanks so much for playing the game. ~hands out points and stuffies of the Master ot one and all~

there were four votes for Harry, at least as many for Draco, two for Sirius, a couple for Ron, and my absolute favorite..... Neville! thanks to all of you who reviewed and guessed. they made me smile so much. there was even a mention of Voldemort. imagine him as a rock god! i hope those of you who had guesses other than the Master are not upset by his unveiling. i have been told i can give out consolation prizes to you all. ~hands out chocolate frogs and butter beer to all who played~

as a note.... to Michele: thanks for letting me know i\'ve done really well with the music industry stuff. i purposely let Al get to her car, to sort of build some suspense. she had no idea what was going on, so it made what happened at the beginning of this chapter work that much better. i know they\'d never let the quarry get away, but since it\'s all fantasy.... hey..... my world and all that. still, thanks for the vote of confidence.

also....*You Can Call Me Al* is a song by Paul Simon, and it appears on his *Graceland* cd, published in 1997. when i named the chapter, that was the furthest from my mind, but as my wonderful beta pointed out, it needed to be made clear.

thanks to those who give me all thier wonderful support on a daily basis... madam shark, kenly, red, and simone. i love you all bunches, and i\'ll see if i can get some of the extra special stuffies from the Master to give to you!