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I was panting and moaning and writhing all over the
bed as she continued to work her magic. Suddenly, I couldn’t hold back any
longer. I kept her head held tight and I shoved my cock in deep as I felt
myself explode with a loud grunt. She continued to work my cock with the
muscles in the back of her throat until I didn’t have a drop of cum left. Then
she slid her lips off of me, leaving me feeling completely spent. She looked up
at me and licked her lips before smiling again. This girl was the hottest thing
I’d ever seen. I pulled her up so our faces were level and I stuck my tongue
into her mouth. I could taste myself there and it was erotic. I felt my cock
twitching again already. She was really, fucking amazing. I put both of my arms
on her back and flipped her over. I straddled her body and licked her from her
neck all the way down until my face was between her legs. I licked her first,
all around the outside of her lips and the upper part of her thighs. She
whispered my name again in that deep, throaty voice and my cock grew another
inch. My thumb played with her clit while my tongue plunged inside and probed
around, tasting how warm and sweet she was. I could feel the walls of her pussy
spasm as my tongue slid along against them. I looked up at her. She was
watching me and I swear I could see a fire raging in her eyes. It turned me the
fuck on and as my cock grew and hardened again, I kissed, licked, sucked,
tongue fucked, and even bit a little until she finally came. Her body went into
a convulsive state, quivering and twitching while I let my tongue and my lips
ride her through it.

When she stopped shaking she said, “Oh fuck,
Tristan.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” I told her with a
grin. “How badly do you want it, baby? Tell me….”

“I want it so bad, Tristan. Fuck me, please! Put
that sweet, hard cock in my pussy; fuck me!”

I loved to hear the sound of her voice when I fucked
her. I reached down and used my fingers to part her lips before pressing the
head of my cock against her tight entrance. She reached around and grabbed my ass
and pulled me into her hard, all at once. My hard, throbbing cock plunged into
her and hit bottom. She cried out, pushed me back and then grabbed my ass and
pulled me into her again. The woman was a fucking animal all of a sudden. She
had her fingernails in my skin and she was using me completely for her own
pleasure. I loved it. I didn’t want to come again already, so I tried to slow
her down. Instead of slowing down though, she began bucking and grinding her
hips into me harder and faster from her position underneath me. I could feel
the sweat rolling off my body and splashing down onto her chest and hear the
wet sounds of my cock plunging in and out of her. She was staring up at me and
I could feel myself getting ready to cum again. Instead of letting go, I pulled
back, sliding all the way out of her as she groaned and complained.

I grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over onto
her stomach. Then I took her by the hips again and pulled her ass up in the air
towards me. I plunged my cock into her from behind and as I worked my hips
forward, she worked hers back. I reached around and grabbed a handful of tit
and I pinched, pulled, and rolled it between my fingers until finally I
couldn’t hold back any longer. I let go of her nipple and slid my hand down to
her pussy. Using the other hand to pull the rest of her body up against me I
found her clit with my fingers. As I pounded in and out of her, I rubbed her
clit hard enough to make her bite her bottom lip to keep from screaming. I
guessed that was good; if we got too loud, security might have come running.
They’d think I was a stud, but it might have embarrassed Elly a little.

When I felt my balls go tight again, I felt her
tense up too. We came at the same time and I could feel the hot rush of her
juices across my cock and my hand as we collapsed forward onto the bed.

CHAPTER
EIGHT

ELLY

A day and a half after Jake felt me up, we were in
Denver, Colorado. We would have two shows at the outdoor arena at the Pepsi
Center. The arena held up to twenty-thousand people and the stage was huge.
When we first got there, the stars got dropped off at the hotel to go through
their sessions with the stylists and the band and the rest of us went straight
to the arena. I hadn’t slept very well on the bus the previous two nights, so I
felt wiped out—and I didn’t look too great either. I sucked it up though; I was
going to prove to the executive pervert that my skills at being a producer
could stand apart from my sexual prowess.

I hadn’t seen him or Tristan since that night. That
was a good thing on both counts. I didn’t know what the hell to say to Jake and
I was actually a little bit embarrassed about how I’d attacked Tristan and all
but forgot how mad I was at him. I have to say it was the best sex I’d ever
had, and Tristan said so, too. In spite of that though, a cooling down period
for us all would be good.

It was cold in Denver, a lot colder than it had been
in Vegas. The clouds were dark as we laid out the set. This stage was round so
that it could be seen from all angles. The big lights not only hung from the
top of the stage but surrounded it. The night I’d sang with Tristan in L.A.,
I’d gotten a taste of how hot the lights felt when you were up there. I guess
at least the stars didn’t have to worry about being cold. I know the girls were
all freaked out about the clothes they’d chosen and their hair and make-up.

Tony was on the phone all day, checking with the
weather service and talking to everyone from the executives to the arena
security and ticket booths about what would happen if it rained and we had to
cancel. He was such a high-strung little man. Clint hadn’t been with us in
Vegas, but he’d finally shown up in Denver. I ran into him at breakfast but he
didn’t make it out here in the cold with us at all. I guess that was one of the
privileges of being an executive. The rest of us worked, around Tony in some
cases.

As I put the props up on the stage for 80’s night, I
got excited about watching Tristan. I made snide comments about him being a
star when I was pissed at him, but the truth of it was, he really was a star
when he was up there. I loved watching him, even when I knew every female in
the audience would jump him like I did the other night if given half a chance. I
also loved eighties music. My mother used to tell me I was born in the wrong
era.
Flashdance
and
Footloose
were two of my favorite
movies.

About three in the afternoon, it started raining. It
wasn’t hail, or even big drops. It was just a light drizzle, but it sent Tony
from mildly anxious into a full-blown tail-spin.
 
While the rest of us went back to the bus to
get ready for the show, I think he was consulting with the rain gods. I
wouldn’t have been surprised to see him bringing in a Shaman from the
reservation nearby to pray for it to stop. While I got ready, I wondered what
Tristan was going to sing. He did a lot of Aerosmith when he played the bars
and clubs; in my opinion, he did even better than the original. He also did a
lot of Journey and REO
Speedwagon
songs. He always
put his own spin on them and they were always fantastic. He had the perfect,
raspy voice for that era of music…it was really sexy.

I’d asked him a few times during the three month
hiatus between the show and the tour what kind of songs he was doing. They
practiced a few times a week, all of the finalists did. But as I’ve figured
out, Tristan isn’t much for small talk, and as far as I could remember, he
never really told me. I knew that part of his contract was writing new songs
for the record producers. I couldn’t wait to hear those. His original music was
always great. I’d never asked him, but I’d read that he was the one that wrote
most of the songs for the boy band. I believed it; he was so frigging talented.

Tony called us all together before the singer’s
busses got there and said that the powers that be had convened and decided to
go on with the show as long as there was no lightning. So far, it was still
just a light rain with no lightning or thunder. I stood in a tent they had set
up for the crew so we didn’t get drenched and watched the people pile in when
they opened the gates. None of the concertgoers looked to be deterred by a
little rain. I could see the stars tent from where I stood and I saw Tristan go
inside. At fifteen minutes until seven, Tony gave us our final assignments;
then at five minutes ‘til, we took our places and the show began. I realized
after the Emcee did his spiel that it wasn’t just 80’s night; it was 80’s duet
night. I was curious about who Tristan was singing with. I watched Ethan and
Rosa who went first. Their song was
We’ve
Got Tonight
by Kenny Rogers and Sheena Easton and the level of heat between
them on the stage was scorching. I started wondering about Tristan again. There
were three women and seven men in the top ten. Rosa was one—that only left two
women: Brooke and a girl named Shannon. That also meant that some of the guys
would be doing guy/guy duets. I told myself it was stupid, but I was voting for
Tristan doing a guy/guy one. I guess it would have been okay if he was singing
with Shannon, but I didn’t like the thought of watching him sing with Brooke.
It was still obvious when she looked at him that she wanted him. Tristan never
said anything about her. He didn’t mention her at all. I wasn’t sure if that
was because he really didn’t think of her at all, or because he knew it might
make me jealous. He’d used her once for that before and it had backfired on us
all. I told myself I had nothing to worry about. Tristan and I were past all of
that. Besides, I hated feeling jealous, so I tried not to.

The more I watched the show, the more I knew he was
singing with her. Shannon sang with a guy named Rob and the rest of the duets
were fun, upbeat, guy/guy songs.

When Tristan and Brooke walked out together, holding
hands, I felt a little twinge in my belly. She had on a
flowy
white dress and her blonde hair was hanging down to her waist. She had long,
perfect legs and a gorgeous smile. Her boobs were all pushed up and she had a
tan in the middle of fall. I hated her. Not really, but I did. It’s something
only another woman could understand.

The lights were already low and they spotlighted the
two of them in a white light that almost looked ethereal. The music started
playing and they started singing
Endless
Love
by Lionel Ritchie and Diana Ross. I stood there and watched Tristan
look into Brooke’s eyes and her into his, and it seemed even to me that they
were the only two in the room. Damn, he was good. I guess she was, too; I just
wasn’t in the mood to give her that much credit. I felt that twinge in my belly
turn into a knot and then move up into my chest. I was trying to talk myself
down by remembering the amazing sex we’d had just a day and a half ago. If this
duet had been on the first night while he was still mad at me…well then, I
might have had something to worry about. For right then, I wasn’t going to
worry.

CHAPTER
NINE

TRISTAN

I got word that our concert was cancelled early the
next morning. There were thunderstorms going on and predicted throughout the
rest of the day. Fucking Tony was probably spinning. Good, I hated that little
fucker. He was such a sniveling little kiss ass and he acted as if he and I
were best friends every time I saw him. The condescending little bastard was
always asking me how I was doing. I knew he didn’t give a shit about me, he was
just trying to get some information he could take back and kiss Clint and
Jake’s asses with.

I wasn’t overly disappointed about the concert being
cancelled. I had been looking forward to my song. We were supposed to be doing
our 90’s solo’s and I was going to sing a song called
Angels
by Robbie Williams. I’ve said it before, I’m not a religious
guy, but there was something about that song that always made me hope I had an
angel looking out for me.

My life sucked for those past eight years or so. I
came close, but I think I can honestly say that I didn’t let it break me.
That’s what the song meant to me. Something to be proud of, I guess.

A day lying around in bed wasn’t something to be
sneezed at, and a day lying in a big, comfy bed where they were delivering food
and whatever else you needed to your door was awesome. I never minded the time
on stage, but the shit that led up to it took all day. I got up a few times
throughout the day when they brought me breakfast and lunch, but otherwise I lay
in bed, caught up on my sleep, and watched TV. I got a text from Elly about
three. She said they were in meetings all day but she wanted to know if I
wanted to see her tonight.

Why
are you horny again?
I texted her back…just joking around.

Maybe
.
Can’t I just miss you too though?

 
I thought about that
for a second. I’d never had a girlfriend, just fuck-friends. Sober, I’m not
that interesting. I know women find me attractive and I know I’m good in
bed…and I kick ass on stage. Beyond that, I was not sure what she thought I had
to offer. I texted back:

I
was just kidding. Come over when you can.

I’ll
be there at seven
.

I continued to lie in bed, fantasizing about what I
was going to do when I finally had the million dollars in my hand. The first
thing I knew I needed to do was pay off all the bills I’d racked up the past
couple of years. If you put my name into a credit program right then, the
computer probably would have smoked and alarmed. I also need a car. I didn’t
need anything fancy; I was mostly happy with my bike. But it wasn’t always the
most convenient means of transportation if you considered the weather and if
you had anything more than a duffel bag to carry.
 
I wanted to pay Elly back and probably get my
own place. Or maybe our own place; I’d have to think about that one. Fuck!
While I had all of this time, I should have been working on the songs those
mother-fuckers were insisting on before they’ll pay me the money I already won
fair and square.