I was going crazy as I sat in the back of the store. Luckily none of the people who worked here had recognized me. So far. The girls working here today looked to be college aged. Probably a little too young to remember who I was or when I'd been famous.

Then again I would've thought Mia and her friend were a little too young to be all about me.

Well, her friend at least. Mia definitely wasn’t all about Twenty Promises. That was part of the reason why I found myself drawn to her. Why I found myself fascinated by her. Why she seemed so refreshing compared to other girls I'd been with over the years.

"Are you doing okay sir?" A girl asked.

I grimaced. Sir. I looked up at the girl. She was pretty enough. She had that effortless grace that college girls have just by nature of being young.

At least I assumed she was a college girl. Who knows? It was still summer, after all, and there was a good chance she could still be in high school. I grimaced again. I was getting old enough that it was hard to tell the difference. It was crazy. I shouldn't be feeling like I was already walking around with a foot in the old folks’ home just because I was a little over thirty, and yet there it was.

If anything this tour was making me feel that more keenly than ever before. Being surrounded by throngs of cheering fans and realizing that the throngs of cheering fans were women who were my own age or older rather than the teenagers who thronged to our last concerts. If they had any younger girls with them it was usually their daughters. It was a crazy change from what I'd been used to when we first hit it big. When it seemed like the world was ours for the taking and the ride would never end.

Well, the world wasn't exactly mine for the taking anymore. Of course I did have my millions socked away, which helped me cry all the way to the bank. I could be thankful we managed to barely sneak in just before file sharing completely destroyed our industry. I'd been able to get mine and get out. I’d figured I really was getting out for good, but then I got the call and here I was trying to add another million or so to my already substantial portfolio.

I figured it couldn’t hurt as long as I avoided complications. I looked at the hall leading to the changing rooms. Complications like falling for a fan which was the last thing I should be doing.

Though again, not exactly a fan. That’s what made her different.

I stared at the door she’d disappeared behind. Mia. Beautiful Mia. Captivating Mia. Incredible Mia. Just thinking about her behind that door, thinking about her changing, thinking about that incredible body that was a perfect compliment to her beautiful face which usually had an eyebrow cocked in a "no bullshit" expression. It made me wish I was on the other side of the divider helping her out.

I glanced over to the girl who was sort of hovering over the changing area. She didn't look like she entirely liked me being back here. Or maybe or was it something else? As I watched she smiled and winked.

I grinned and shook my head. Well, at least I knew the old dog still had it. I just hoped she was in college. I didn’t plan on doing anything, but that would up the creepy factor of that little interaction by about ten billion.

Finally the door rattled and opened. Mia stepped out wearing a blue sundress that looked stunning. I'd hoped we could find a place that had something more formal, it was going to make the joke that much more fun when the punchline eventually came, but unfortunately despite what she’d said about the shopping options there wasn’t anyplace that sold formal attire. I'd done a quick search on my phone and realized we’d have to go out towards the suburbs for that sort of thing, and there definitely wasn't time.

No, I had to stay downtown. We’d be leaving later this evening. Way later this evening, if I had anything to do with it.

I grinned and held my arms out as Mia did a twirl with a radiant smile. Damn I loved it when she smiled!

"What do you think?" she asked.

"You look beautiful!"

She looked herself over in the mirror that was helpfully hung on the changing room door. I was rock hard watching her in that sundress. Thinking about her changing, well it was having a very definite effect on my anatomy. It was giving me trouble thinking straight.

More than anything it made me want to push her into that changing room and shove her against the wall. I didn't give a damn if there was another girl watching. No, all I cared about was being with Mia. Having her. Taking her completely, just like the night before. Damn that had been some of the best sex of my life!

I desperately hoped there would be a repeat performance tonight.

"You don't think it will be too casual for wherever you're taking me?"

I grinned. That reminded me of my little joke. I shook my head. "I'm sure it will be fine."

"Well I have a couple more I want to try on before we decide on something."

Once more she disappeared behind the door. It clicked with a finality that told me there wasn't a chance in hell I was going to be able to sneak my way in there.

That was something I might've tried back in my younger days. Back when I was a little more crazy. Back when I didn't care so much for things like rules. Back when I thought that being the lead in the biggest act in the world entitled me to certain things.

Yeah, I was just barely over thirty and already I was getting old. I might as well be moving around on stage in a walker!

And so I stared at that door where she was changing and did nothing. I looked down and I could see her dress falling to the floor. I could see her delicate feet stepping out of it. I could only imagine her underwear. Chances are she was just wearing something basic and white for work, but there was always the chance there was something more exotic there.

I hoped I might be able to convince her to get something a little more exotic for this evening, but I wasn’t sure how to bring that up without coming off like an ass. I didn't want to seem like I was expecting anything. No, after last night, especially after the way she’d bolted, I didn't want to do anything to spook her.

And so I stared at the door. I fantasized about something that had nothing to do with whatever underwear Mia happened to be wearing. Of course she wasn't in that sundress anymore which led me to another distracting thought as I went back to last night. As I thought of how she looked under me with her body heaving, with her breath coming in quiet gasps, with her hypnotic tits bouncing every time I thrust inside her…

Damn it. I shook my head to clear those thoughts away and they were replaced with other thoughts. Of Mia meeting me at the house when I got home from a tour. Of her being with me on the tour bus so we could chat just like we had at the diner before the show last night. Playing video games with her on the big TV in the back room instead of getting up to more interesting things like what we'd done the night before.

Of course we could do those interesting things too. After I'd soundly beat her at whatever game we were playing, but still. I thought of her walking along with a little kid in her arms. Our kid.

I shook my head again. Those thoughts were just as intrusive as the thoughts of fucking her. And I wondered where they were coming from. Was I really that crazy over some of the other guys in the band settling down?

Or maybe it was just that she had a combination of hotness and everything else that drove me wild. That made me want to know more about her. That made me want to have way more than just a one night stand. That made me want to be more than that love’em and leave’em guy I’d been once upon a time.

The handle to her changing room rattled. She stepped out again, this time in a little black number that definitely looked more formal than the sundress she had on before. I knew this was just a sundress as well, but the way she pulled it off made it look stunning. My jaw dropped. "Damn."

Mia did a twirl. That dress was incredible. She was incredible, and she made the dress that much more incredible by wearing it. Her body really was perfect. She was everything I'd dreamed of in a woman and so much more. She was mouthwatering with the way that clung to her body. The way it clung to her hips. The way she just looked so goddamn perfect in every way.

"You're drooling," she said.

I picked up my lower jaw. I grinned and shook my head. "Sorry about that."

She moved over and for a surprise she sat down on my lap. I smiled and wrapped my hands around her. I pulled her in close and for another surprise she actually leaned down and gave me a peck on the lips.

I felt another stirring down between my legs. It'd started to go down while she was in the changing room, but now my cock was roaring back to life with a vengeance. She smiled as she felt that and gave a seductive little wiggle with her ass that drove me wild. That very nearly had me coming in my pants.

That definitely would've been a way to ensure that I bought the dress. Thankfully I managed to keep it under control. I managed to keep it in my pants long enough to hold her still.

"Is something wrong?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

"Damn it. When you say you're only giving me one night you’re really giving me that one night’s worth!"

Mia sighed and I immediately regretted saying that. I immediately regretted bringing attention to the fact that she was reluctant to even go out on a date with me in the first place. That seemed to have broken the spell, and she started to stand. She moved towards the changing room with an odd look on her face. I didn't like that look.

I glanced towards the front of the store. There was just that one girl keeping tabs on the whole place. The girl was distracted with folding something, and I figured this was as good an opportunity as any. My cock had already roared to life thanks to Mia’s display, and I was starting to feel some of that craziness, some of that vitality I had back in the old days when I was still young, dumb, and full of… Well you know.

I stood and bounded across the hall to the changing room before Mia could close the door completely. I pressed inside over her quiet protests.

"What are you doing Grant?" she asked.

"Being crazy," I said. "It's something you inspire in me."

And with that simple but honest declaration I leaned down to kiss her. I pressed myself against her body. Her dress felt amazing. The way it molded to her body, the way it showed off her curves, it was captivating.

Not as captivating as that kiss though. It was like I was being transported to an alternate dimension of pleasure as she sighed and melted into me. As I found my palms pressing against the back of the changing room and then I was pressing her against that wall as well. My cock was pressing up in between her legs. I started subtly moving back and forth.

Fuck this was hot. Fuck she was hot! Fuck, all I wanted to do was fuck her right here in the changing room!

Only I hesitated. Crazy me from the old days might have done that. Old me from the new days was tempted to do it, but the rational part of me reasserted some control even as I kept kissing her. Even as I kept up that subtle grinding that felt so great.

No, it was just the two of us in here right now, but any moment now that girl was going to notice I was missing and she'd be coming back here. She'd catch us fucking and take a picture with her phone or something. She might not realize who I was, but it would just take her posting a picture like that to social media and the game would be up. Someone would recognize me and it would be everywhere.

I could see the headline now. “Singer caught in tryst with random girl in changing room.”

It was the hardest thing I ever had to do, but I managed to pull away from that kiss. I managed to disentangle myself. I deserved some sort of fucking award for that because it felt like she was really getting into it there at the end. Her hands were all over me.

Damn that was tough. I had godlike willpower to be able to pull away from that. It helped that the images of the headlines I could expect to see on some of the fan blogs by the end of the day were running through my head on repeat.

"Why did you…" Mia said, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and then she seemed to take control of herself. Her mouth closed and she was looking me up and down as though she was slightly irritated that she'd just given in like that.

Well, she could be slightly irritated all she wanted. I knew she definitely wanted it though. I knew that when push came to shove she was a willing participant. She could act annoyed all she wanted, but I knew how she really felt. A girl didn't respond to a kiss like that without meaning it!

"That girl is going to be back here any minute and wonder where I went," I said.

Mia raised an eyebrow. "Really now? What makes you think that?"

I opened my mouth and briefly considered telling her about the way the girl had been looking at me, but something told me that was the wrong thing to say. So I shut my mouth and bit back the comment I'd been about to make about how the girl had been staring at me like she wanted to bear my children and it wouldn't take long in my experience for a girl who was looking at me like that to make another trip back to the changing area on the pretense of checking on me when in reality she was more interested in checking me out.

No, all that ran through my head but I kept my big yap shut.

"I've just got a hunch," I said.

"Hello? Can I help you? Where'd you go sir?"

I rolled my eyes at the confirmation. And now I was really in a pickle. Stuck in here with Mia where I couldn’t say anything without giving up the game.