by B. J. Hardy
“Have a seat and get ready to record, baby.” He smiled. “I think you are going to like this.”
“Okay.” I immediately started energizing the board and equipment. Then I put on the head set and got ready.
“I’ll be back.” He told me and he left the booth.
I double checked everything. In the studio there was a single electric guitar on a stand, plugged in and ready to go. I followed the patch cord and read which line input it was hooked up to. That is the one I activated on the board.
‘Who the hell am I going to be recording? It has to be someone fucking big for this set up. Damn!’ I pondered.
I waited just a few minutes until the studio door opened and my fucking jaw hit the goddamn floor. It was D.D. from Alulim! I just about peed myself. He walked over to the guitar and picked it up to strap it on. He wore his signature outfit; jeans, open leather vest, and big dark glasses covering half of his face. The other half obscured by his long curly black hair. He looked at me and waved. Then I did pee myself. He pointed at me and then gave a thumbs up signal.
I lost my sense of professionalism and propriety as I activated the speaker in the studio.
“Hi D.D.! Oh my god it’s great to meet you!”
Strapping on the guitar he then simply pointed at me and then gave the ‘okay’ sign.
I understood that he was basically asking if I was ready to roll.
“Yes. Go for it!” I switched the speaker off.
He started playing with such amazing ability and talent. He was the real deal. The best I’d ever heard. Then as I was adjusting the preamp gain, and then setting the dynamics to capture this virtuoso’s perfect licks, I recognized the melody. It was the first movement of Ricardo’s symphony; ‘Hecuba and Priam’s Joy.’ Here D.D. was playing the complete string elements on a single guitar. I watched with pure awe and amazement as he fingered, tweaked, kneaded, and even squeezed the notes out of his axe with the most precise display of guitar playing I’d ever seen or heard. I wondered where Ricardo was. He was missing this! Then I realized that if he were here, I’d probably be gushing and yakking my damn fool head off instead of focusing on getting this bit of almighty righteousness recorded. Maybe he knew that would be the case too. I forced these thoughts from my head and took my eyes off D.D.’s mesmerizing fingers to make a couple more slight adjustments.
‘Damn it! I should’ve had that set from the get-go.’
It wasn’t a big deal really, as I could fine tune the recording after the fact. I remembered Phil at The Grill had told me repeatedly that as long as the preamp gain wasn’t pushing the signal into distortion that all things could be remedied later.
He finished the piece and I gave him the thumbs up hand signal. D.D, turned the volume down on his axe then setting it back on the stand and grinned at me. My heart was thumping like crazy, and there was something utterly comforting and familiar about him. Then my heart just about leapt right out of my chest as he pointed to me and then curled his finger telling me to enter the studio with him. I was going to get to meet him, to actually talk to him! I took the head set off and went to join him. Oh my god I was so damn nervous as I walked up to him. I looked at his ripped muscular chest.
‘Damn does he and Ricardo have the exact same routine or what?’ I thought.
D.D. turned away from me and I saw him remove his big dark glasses.
‘Oh my god! Am I going to be the first person to see his face?’ I was beside myself with excitement.
Then the foolishness of that thought sank in.
‘Well maybe except his mom… and everyone else he knows anyhow.’
Then my mind had a real hard time accepting what it saw next. D.D. took off his hair!
‘A wig??? What the fuck?’
He turned around and I was instantly, absolutely confused. I think I popped a circuit breaker in my brain.
Ricardo was now standing there, my baby!
‘I don’t see how he could have switched places so quick… OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!’
“You are D.D.?” I asked with a very weak, suddenly very meek voice.
“Yes baby. One and the same.” He smiled at me. “I hope this doesn’t upset you.”
I was stunned. I didn’t know what to think or say. All I could do was blink.
Ricardo, or Master D., or D.D. came towards me slowly. He lifted his hand and cupped my cheek.
“Please say something my love.”
“I… I… oh MY GOD! You are D.D!” I blurted.
My knees got weak and I wobbled a little. He quickly took me in his powerful, supremely talented arms and walked me back into the control booth to guide me to a seat.
“Can I get you anything, baby?”
I was breathing rapidly, almost hyper ventilating. “Pinch me.”
He cocked his head and then reached to find my nipple with his hand sliding into my robe.
“Owww!”
“Sorry. You told me to.” He defended.
“It’s real! This isn’t a damn dream. You really are D.D.! OH MY GOD!”
He laughed, and pulled the tie on my robe open, He spread it then he spread my legs and knelt in front of me.
“Are you still ready for some good morning sex?”
“It’s already been a great… the best morning ever, but that would be good, real good.” I winked at him.
Ricardo moved between my spread legs a began to lick my now throbbing pussy. I grabbed him by his short hair forcing his face into my vagina, and I ground my hips into him.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Make me come in your mouth!” I demanded.
He responded by tongue fucking me with hungry zeal. God, he made me feel so damn good!
After I’d come twice and he’d drank every drop, he hastily stood and yanked his pants down. His cock twitched with rock hard readiness. Just as he moved to put it into me, I stopped him with a palm on his chest, holding him back.
“What’s the matter, baby?”
“Could you do me a favor?”
“Sure.”
“Put the wig and glasses back on while you fuck me.”
He started laughing. “Oh shit, I’ve created a monster.” But he went to get them and wore them for me.
I really got off on D.D. fucking the living shit out of me. I shredded cum, then I squirted, and then I gushed. He came inside me pulling hard on my nipples as he did. I lay there breathing hard, running my hands over his chest. Looking into my idol’s face, I was absolutely loving this life I’d suddenly found myself in with every fiber of my being. I most certainly knew what heaven was.
It took a bit before I could stand up again, and then Ricardo led me to the guest bathroom across the hall from the studio. From there he took me up stairs to his real bedroom and to the shower. Again, he gently washed every inch of my body. I loved the attention from my lover, from the love of my life. He dried me off and then he sat me on the bed.
“Baby, I want you to come with me on our world tour. Everything will be first class all the way.”
It shocked me, but it also made my heart sing with joy.
Then I began to worry. “Will I be back in time for school when it starts again?”
“I’m afraid not, but you’ll only miss the fall semester.”
The answer was a no-brainer. The moment I thought of being separated from him for that long I knew. “Yes. I’ll go with you. I want to be with you.”
That put a beaming smile on his face, and a twinkle in his eyes. “Good, because that’ll make the next question easier. Before you answer though, I have one last secret to tell you.”
My heart sank. Secrets could be poison.
He sat down next to me, close, and took my hand in his. I knew it was serious then.
“I was in love one time before. Her name was Janine. We were fucking close.”
I looked at him and tears rolled down from his eyes. The pain was as evident as the moon in the sky on a clear morning. Then something nagged at the back of my mind. This was something
familiar.
“What happened?” I asked.
“She died.”
“Oh my god, baby. I’m so sorry.” I reached and cupped his handsome cheek.
He wiped a tear away and looked me deep in my eyes. “You know that D.D. isn’t my real name.”
“I know silly. Neither is Master D.”
“Neither is Ricardo.” He added.
That made me blink. “What?”
He shook his head and got up to go to his night stand. From it he retrieved a set of military dog-tags and came to sit next to me again. As he handed me the dog-tags he said, “Rick is my real name.”
I looked at the tag and it gave the name Edward Thornton. That was also so familiar, but I was confused. I’d expected it to say Rick, and then his last name.
“This isn’t you?”
“No, that was my best friend from high school.”
Another nagging thought tried to alert me to something.
“I don’t understand, baby.”
He took a deep breath. “You can never tell anyone.”
“Tell them what?”
“My full real name is Rick Brookes.”
It didn’t register for a second, and then my eyes flew wide open. I grabbed his chin and turned his face towards me. He did have the same eyes! The same general facial shape.
“Oh fuck!” I started crying. “But you died!”
“I faked my death. I had to leave that life when Janine died. She over-dosed and the lifestyle was killing me. Hell, I almost ended it when she…” He started crying full on too.
It all came back to me in a rush! Yes, Janine was his girlfriend’s name. I remember when she died. It wasn’t long before he did too. He used to wear the dog-tags on stage, for every performance. It was in the celebrity magazines about his best friend from high school being killed in Afghanistan, and Rick had always worn it as a tribute. It was true! I started shaking uncontrollably.
“I had some plastic surgery to be able to start a new life. One that wasn’t mired the damn rocker world.” He explained.
“OH MY GOD!” I cried out. Then I just started slapping his chest, and hard too. “You fucking bastard! You hurt me! Bad!”
He didn’t try to stop me.
“That’s not fair!”
He didn’t say a word.
“Mother fucker!” I slapped his face.
He was still crying. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
Then I latched on to him and began sobbing on his broad shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me and soothed me.
“Please forgive me, baby.” He also sobbed.
It took me a few moments to answer him, and it was through blubbers, “I do. I love you Rick!”
“I love you too, Cassie.”
We cried in each other’s arms for a good long time.
I had some more questions as soon as I was somewhat coherent again.
“Why did you start Alulim if you were trying to get out of the rock and roll life, baby?”
“Well, I have expensive hobbies. My investments weren’t covering their costs, so I decided to do it again, but this time I knew what not to do. What not to allow. I’ve learned about discipline. There is nothing without it.”
“Those planes are yours, aren’t they?” I saw the connection.
“Yeah.” He let out a brief snicker.
“Oh… so that’s why you don’t let the band drink, or no drugs at all.”
“Exactly. I should’ve said no women too.” He reflected.
“Wait… so you knew about Jason and me when it happened, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” He sighed. “Hell, I made sure that you and Lara got the back-stage passes.”
“But why? Why did you hook me up with your band?”
“I didn’t mean for that to happen. I was hoping you’d leave without them and I was going to intercept you.”
“Oh… damn. I wish you would have anyhow. I was just trying to get close to you.”
“Yeah, it was a bad plan on my part.”
“Fuck!” I growled.
“It’s in the past, baby. We are here and now. We are real.”
“Huh? Oh, I know. I was just thinking of what Lara was going to say, but I can’t fucking tell her.”
“Please don’t.”
“I won’t. It wouldn’t be good for you.”
“Thank you.”
“I can’t believe I’m in love with Rick Brookes… or actually that you are in love with me. I’ve always loved you.”
“Believe it!” He leaned and kissed my forehead.
Then I remembered something, “What was it you were going to ask me?”
“When?”
“Right before you told me your real name.”
“Oh! Yeah. I want you to move in with me.”
“Here?” My eyes got wide.
“Well yeah, this is my house.”
“Oh fuck YES!”
I never knew how I would act if all my wildest dreams came true, and when they did, I just accepted them with love. What the hell else was I going to do after all? I was sure glad that I didn’t drop his class that first day. Real fucking glad!
The End
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