“Have a seat, Tristan.”
I sat down and he said, “Would you like anything to drink?”
“No thanks, I’m fine.”
“Okay then,” he said, sitting down opposite of me. “First, I was wondering how the rehab was going?”
“Good. I finished the program and I only had one therapy appointment to go outpatient when we left. He was supposed to be in touch with the show’s therapist about it. I’ve been sober now for over 100 days.”
“That’s great, good work. It’s hard stuff; I’ve had my own struggles with it, so I know.”
I just nodded at him. I was hoping that was it. Then he said, “How’s the bus? Is that comfortable for you?”
“Yeah, it’s nice.” I said. Shit, I didn’t have time for this idle chit chat crap.
“Good…good. So, how far along are you with the songs?”
“I’m sorry? The what?”
“The songs…for the record company.”
I had no fucking clue what he was talking about. “Um…I don’t know what you mean.”
He looked shocked, or annoyed, or something. “Tristan, you have to have twelve songs ready to go…and already approved by the record company by the time this tour is over.”
“What the fuck?”
“Did you read the contract you signed when you started on the show?”
“Yeah, of course I read it,” I lied.
“Then you knew that if you won, in order to get the money, you had to have the twelve songs done and approved by the end of the tour.”
I could feel myself getting pissed, but I was really trying to control it. He was not only talking to me as if I was a fucking idiot, he was telling me that I wasn’t going to get the money I already felt like I had worked for.
“That’s bullshit,” I said, but in an even tone. “I won this contest…fair and square. Now we’re on tour and I’m putting on ten shows in the next two weeks and I’m supposed to be writing original songs on top of that?”
“It was in the contract.”
I imagined my fist connecting with his obviously altered nose and lips before I stood up and said, “Fucking bullshit! That’s what this is.”
He continued to sit there all composed and professional as he said, “Bullshit or not, Tristan, it’s what’s in the contract. Maybe this will be a lesson to you to read what you sign from now on.”
“I read it!” I snapped back. I didn’t read it, or I did and I was too fucking high to process it. Either way, it was bullshit. Even if I had known about it, they just didn’t give me enough time. Shit! I had nine months. Fuck! I didn’t know who I was more pissed at, him or me.
He was looking at me with that fucking holier-than-though look…like maybe he was an artist, like he’d ever given up a piece of his soul to write and then sing a song in front of millions of people and I realized, it was still him. I couldn’t stay in the room any longer without ruining his veneers and his lip implants or injections or whatever the vain son of a bitch had put in them. I stormed out of the room and slammed the fucking door behind me.
I had to go straight to hair and make-up. Poor Jose got the brunt of my attitude after that while he was doing my hair. I never spoke to the make-up chick, anyways; she was an uptight bitch. By the time they all finished with me it was my turn on stage. I ran out under the lights and looked out at the sixteen thousand people who had come to see me. I thought about the millions more who had liked me enough to vote for me so I could make it there.
They tossed me my guitar and I slipped it over my shoulders. Before I started playing, or even opened my mouth, there were people on their feet in the audience, screaming out my name. The butterflies in my stomach were gone along with the rest of the anxiety. I was still shaking, but the shakes never really go away. I think that’s adrenaline and that shit feels good; it’s the most basic form of high that you can get. When I started singing, they screamed louder. My pulse was racing, I was sweating and I had to consciously think about controlling my breathing so I didn’t waste it before I was finished with my song. When I was done, I was bathed in sweat and the lights felt like they were setting my skin on fire. I had that black shit the make-up girl put on my eye lashes in my eyes and face powder dripping down onto my new t-shirt. Over half of the audience was on its feet and hot girls were throwing panties and bras and fucking phone numbers up on stage. It was incredible, better than any drug. I loved feeling like I was more than just a has-been child star. I loved knowing that in spite of how crappy my family was, these people loved me. I wondered if Elly was watching.
Chapter Six
Elly
I watched Tristan’s performance with butterflies in my stomach. No matter how pissed off I was at him, I couldn’t deny the fact that he was incredibly hot and so talented I could hardly believe it sometimes. If he holds it together and did what the managers and producers told him, he’d not only be a star, he’d be a mega-star. His music would be classic someday, I was sure of it. When he was in his element, he was the sexiest man alive. I wanted him right then so badly that my panties were actually wet just watching him. From the looks of the audience, and the undergarments strewn across the stage, I wasn’t the only one. Tristan was eating it all up, but I thought watching him play to his fans only made him that much hotter.
“Hey, Elly,” I turned to see Mike, one of Jake’s assistants.
“Hi, Mike.”
“He’s doing an awesome job, huh?” he said, his eyes following mine towards Tristan rocking out on the stage.
“Yeah, he really is,” I agreed.
“Jake would like to see you after the show is over.”
“Oh really? Shouldn’t I help pack things up first? Don’t we have to take off tonight?”
“Yeah, we’re taking off tonight. Jake said to tell you not to worry about the packing up. There are enough of us to pick up any slack. He said it couldn’t wait.”
“Oh, okay…sure.” Damn it! What does Jake want at nine o’clock at night? What could it be that can’t wait? I might have been paranoid, but in my defense, I’d already been fired once.
I looked back out on the stage. Tristan was finished with his song and was blowing kisses to the girls who were having coronaries. Some of them held up signs with their number on it and some of them had signs that said, ‘Marry me!’ I had to smile. He knew how to work an audience. Unfortunately, he knew how to work me too.
While he was wrapping it up on stage, I left to go to Jake’s room. He answered the door dressed in a light gray suit with a charcoal tie. The shirt underneath the suit jacket was one shade lighter than the suit and the tie one shade darker. It had big, white, French cuffs and he wore monogrammed silver cuff links. I wondered if he had his own stylist or if he was just that good at dressing himself. He looked like he was ready for the stage himself.
“Hello, Elly! I’m so glad you made it, come in.” Was it my imagination or did he drag his eyes over my body? Susie! Get out of my head.
I stepped inside and he closed the door behind me. “Mike said you needed to see me…”
“Can I fix you a drink?”
“Um…no, I’m okay.” I said. Mike also said it was urgent. Right then he was offering me drinks. What the hell was going on?
“Let’s have a seat,” he said. He directed me to the little sofa and I sat down. I was surprised when instead of taking the chair opposite me, he sat right next to me. It was a really small sofa, so it was a tight fit. Our legs were touching and I had on a dress, so mine were bare. I shifted mine over a little bit, but he didn’t seem to be trying to pull his away. “How did the show go?” he asked me.
I was sure he’d watched the whole thing. His computer monitor was still up and frozen on a shot of the stage. Maybe this was about me and Tristan again. “It was really good. They all did really well.”
“Good, any technical issues?”
“None that I was aware of. It’s a great stage and the stage hands were really helpful.”
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nbsp; “Cool, I’m glad to hear it. We’re pulling out tonight at eleven.”
“Yeah, that’s what I heard. I was thinking I should be helping pack up….”
“Nah,” he said, waving a hand. “We have a lot of help. I just wanted to check in with you and make sure you weren’t regretting coming along. I know it’s hard to just pack up and leave your home for a year the first time you do it. I’ve been doing it for quite a few years and sometimes it’s still hard on me. Was your room comfortable? If it’s too crowded for you with all the girls, I could make arrangements in Denver for you to have your own room.
Fuck! What the hell was he doing? This guy was part of the meeting where I was fired for seeing Tristan so he knew about me and him. He was my boss and he was at least fifteen years older than me. Surely it wasn’t all about him hitting on me. He was rich and gorgeous. Getting women couldn’t be that much of a problem for him.
“No, it’s okay. It’s fun, staying with the other girls. Everyone’s been getting along really well. It’s like a big slumber party, talking about our boyfriends and stuff.”
He smiled at me…indulgently? It was as if he knew what I was trying to do, remind him I have a boyfriend and that I was a lot younger than him. His eyes left my face and went back to my cleavage. I’m not sure, but I think the pig licked his lips.
“I’ve gotten the impression, Elly, that you’re a lot more mature than a lot of those girls. I picture you someday enjoying the finer things in life, and fitting into that world nicely.”
What the fuck? He was hitting on me. Crazy! The moment of truth had arrived. He slid his hand over onto my thigh and rested it there as he said,
“Just keep it in mind. If you need anything, Elly…I can do a lot for you.”
I was frozen in my spot. Susie was right…that bitch. He thought I was going to sleep with him. The bastard made me think that he thought I was great at my job and he was only looking for a piece of ass. What the hell was I supposed to do? Was my job in jeopardy again, because I sure as hell wasn’t sleeping with him to keep it?
“Um…thanks,” I said. I was about to move; his hand felt creepy. That was when he came in for a kiss. Our lips barely brushed as I pulled back and jumped up off the couch. “If that’s all, Jake, I really should go help pack and load up.” I wanted to punch him in the face, but I’m positive that would have gotten me fired.
He didn’t look mad. He looked…amused. That pissed me off. Was this a game to him? It was as if he was so arrogant that he wasn’t worried about it…he knew I’d ultimately give in. He had another thing coming.
“Okay, Elly, just remember what I said. I can get you whatever you need. You just call me. You still have my private cell phone number, right?”
“Yeah, thanks!” I ran out of the room. My pulse was racing and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. He thought I was going to sleep with him to keep my job. I wondered how many other interns he’d approached before me. I wondered how many slept with him. Did I give him that impression? My head was spinning. I needed to find Tristan.
I made my way downstairs and out back where the buses were parked. Tristan was still pissed at me, I was sure. That was okay. I was still pissed at him too. I needed to shake off the creepy feeling that perverted, unprofessional jerk had given me. I thought some hot make-up sex with Tristan would do the trick. If it took an apology from me to him to do it, then so be it.
Chapter Seven
Tristan
After the show, I went back up to my room. I had to get used to being surrounded by security again. It was a strange feeling to have people trying to grab at you and touch you. It wasn’t a bad feeling; I actually liked knowing that I did that for them. When I was young, I would always piss the security off and stop and sign a few autographs. I wonder sometimes now how many of those young girls who loved me back then even remembered me. When I got to the room, I packed up my stuff and then again with security, I went down to the bus. My heart was pounding so hard still it felt like it might jump out of my chest. I felt so fucking alive. I wasn’t ready to go to bed, but I was so amped up that I didn’t trust myself to show up at the bar where everyone else was partying. Inevitably, someone would buy a round or two or three of drinks….then it was all downhill. I found myself almost wishing that I wasn’t so pissed at Elly. Some hot sex would be just the thing to top off the night. I wasn’t going to give in to her though. If I did, she’d think that it was okay to get nosy about my business. I didn’t like that shit. If she wanted to know something, she should have asked me. If I felt like it, I’d tell her. If I didn’t tell her then it wasn’t her business in the first place.
I realized something strange then. I just blew that stage away; I was in Las Fucking Vegas baby! Sin City! And I was doing what after the show? I was headed back to the bus because Elly and I weren’t speaking. Shit, when I did this in my former life I had ten girls lined up before the show was over and I just took my pick. It was so fucking surreal. Was it because I was older, or was it just Elly? It wasn’t that I didn’t notice other hot chicks occasionally or that I didn’t imagine fucking one of them, but I just didn’t want to. Elly was the only one I wanted to be with and that was just fucking weird for me. If she wasn’t going to apologize soon, I’d have to either re-think that or take a lot of cold fucking showers.
The security officer left me at the gate we had set up around the buses. It was fucking cold there in Vegas, a lot colder than it had been in L.A. I didn’t know the desert got so fucking cold. The bus was dead quiet when I got on. The guys in the band went out for a drink after the show. They were all amped up too. They invited me, but like I said, if I started partying with them, who knows where it would end up. I opened the partition where my bed was and dropped my stuff. Closing it behind me, I dropped down onto the bed and closed my eyes. It was a comfortable bed. It was good to be the “star.”
I wasn’t there for five minutes before I heard someone get on the bus. I was going to ignore whoever it was, thinking it was one of the guys in the band coming to try and get me to go party with them. I still had my eyes closed and I was surprised when I heard the partition being pulled open. I opened them to see Elly standing there over me. Her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing hard like she’d run here.
I started to push myself up saying, “What the fuck, Elly? I don’t want….” she cut me off with her lips. She literally pounced on the bed after sliding the door shut behind her. She straddled me and covered my lips with hers while I was still talking. I put my hands on her forearms and pushed her back. Still holding onto her I said,
“What the hell is this? I thought you were pissed at me? I lied…remember?” I said the last sarcastically. I hope she caught that and didn’t take it as some kind of confession. I didn’t fucking lie about anything.
“Yeah, I remember,” she said, grabbing for my belt.
“Wait! What the fuck are you doing here if you’re still pissed at me? I thought we weren’t even speaking.”
“I came here trying to talk to you about what happened yesterday and you blew me off. You’ve ignored me since then. I was never too pissed to talk to you. I was trying to talk to you. Only one of us was refusing to talk about it and…that was you.”
She tried to kiss me again. This was new to me, but I turned my head. I was just blown away. Was she on fucking E or what? “Shit, Elly!” I said, pushing her back again. “Will you stop for a second? What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Nothing is wrong with me. I’m horny…I want you, Tristan.” She pulled her dress off over her head and she was left straddling me in a skimpy thong and a barely there little lace bra. “You want to fight, or you want to make-up?” she asked me as she reached back to unhook her bra.
She unhooked her bra, what choice did I have? I agreed to make-up. I hoped that she heard me say so and it was clear because I already had one of those luscious tits in my mouth. She was squirming and moaning, rubbing her wet pussy against the front of my jeans as I found her nipp
le and started licking and sucking on it. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her tighter.
“Oh yeah baby, that’s what I needed.” She was a fucking wild woman. I loved it!
I slid my mouth over and sucked that one in. I was still amped up and full of adrenaline, I was sucking it hard and even biting at it a little. She was crying out, but not in pain. She had my hair wrapped up tight in her fists and in a deep, throaty voice she was yelling, “Yes Tristan, oh fuck! Yeah baby that’s it!” Good thing I wasn’t expecting the band. I guess if they did show up, they’d be in for a treat. The sound of her voice alone was about to make me cum.
I slid my hand down and slipped my fingers underneath the crotch of the skimpy little panties she had on. She was already soaking wet. I played with her clit while I sucked her tits and I swear right then she was fucking growling. I’d have to ask her later if she’d taken some ecstasy. I doubted it, but as awesome as sex with her had been up until right then, I’d never seen her so desperate for it.
I slipped a finger up into her and then two. I started moving them and she was moving on them, using my hand like a dildo. The muscles inside her pussy were tight and quivering already, she was about to cum already. I pulled out my fingers and lifter her off me. She groaned loudly in protest.
I moved my hands down to my belt and started working on the buckle as I watched her take off the soaking wet string she called panties. I pulled off the belt and then she dove back on the bed. She was like a wild woman. Fuck, I was going to fight with her every day just so we could make up. While I was pushing down my jeans, she was pulling at my t-shirt. Together, we had me stripped down in seconds.
I lay back down and pulled her onto me. She straddled my stomach and I could feel her soft, wet pussy against the skin of my stomach. It was hot. Her hand slipped under my head, wrapped it in my hair, and pulled me up to her lips. She ran them back and forth together, softly at first, then she progressively began to press them together harder. She flicked her tongue into my mouth and touched mine briefly. I felt myself moan from somewhere down in my belly and the next time she slipped her tongue in, I sucked it into my mouth. I sucked on it like I was trying to suck it down my throat and I could feel her pussy getting wetter as she squirmed around on top of me. Her fingernails were scratching my scalp while her fingers tugged on my hair. She finally pulled her lips off mine and pulled my head towards her breasts again. I traced my tongue in lazy circles back and forth between them before finally outlining one hard nipple with the tip of it. I heard her sharp intake of breath as I sucked the right one into my mouth. I used my tongue to draw circles around it, and every so often, I nipped at it again.
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