Chapter Three
Tristan
Wednesday morning I had to drag my ass out of bed at the crack of dawn. It wasn’t easy. I tossed back two Rockstar energy drinks and did a quick line, trying to wake myself up. About half an hour later when I got out of the shower, I realized that was a mistake. I was so amped up then that I couldn’t sit still. Fuck! I had to be at the studio to meet with the musicians by nine. It was already ten after eight. I rolled a quick joint and took a few hits off of it. I hoped that would calm my ass down enough that I might be able to concentrate. I think it helped.
Once I got on the road I remembered that another thing I hated about L.A. was the traffic. Besides the fact that I just loved the feeling that being on the bike gave me, I kept it because it was a hell of a lot easier to weave in and out of traffic than it was to beat the shit out of the morons who were constantly getting in your way. I don’t have a good grip on my temper sometimes and I do suffer from road rage. I blame it on the fact that California is populated by idiots, but since I don’t want to go to jail, I do things to try and avoid it. Sometimes I took a taxi around town if it was too cold or too far to go on the bike. Those drivers are bad-ass. They don’t have to worry about road rage….or even simple laws for driving. If someone gets in their way, they’ll just drive up on the fucking sidewalk. It’s a beautiful thing, as was my driving today on the bike….
I made it to the studio with ten minutes to spare. I parked the bike up front, which was another benefit of riding it and I hurried in. As I made it down the long hall towards the music room I heard her voice. Elly, the hot brunette that I couldn’t get off my mind. She was herding the contestants in and I had an almost overwhelming desire to sneak in and see if she had time for a quickie in the men’s room. It had been a long time since I’d had sex with a girl and then actually wanted to do it again and again….I’ve hardly gone an hour since the first time she and I hooked up that I didn’t think about doing it again….unless I was high and then that’s all I thought about.
I looked at the clock on the wall and told myself that I didn’t have time today. She probably couldn’t get away right now either. I’d check in with her later.
There were four guys in the music room when I got there, a pianist, a bassist a drummer and a banjo player. It was just what I’d ordered, so we were starting out on the right foot.
The pianist seemed to take charge and make the introductions and the guy on the drums who was about my age stared at me for a long time before finally saying, “Uptown Boyz?”
“Yeah,” I said, hoping he’d leave it at that.
“Cool,” he said. That was it, I liked this guy. I gave my music to the pianist and he looked at it and then did a double take.
“Wow, this is a lot different from the original score,” he said.
“Yep, I changed it. Is it going to be a problem?”
He scrutinized it again and then he said, “Nah, I can work with it. Let me make these guys a copy and we’ll get started.”
He left and the drummer said, “You wanna go out back for a smoke with me while we wait.”
“Sure.”
I followed him out and to my surprise and delight he lit up a fat joint, took a long drag and handed it to me. I was all over that. We stood outside just smokin’ no talking until the bass player called us back in. The piano guy made copies of the music for everyone and passed it around. After a few minutes they all agreed they could do it and we got started. I had to stop them a few times and make adjustments once I actually heard the lyrics along with it, but all in all it went well and within a few hours we had it down and ready for the set on stage tomorrow.
I felt stoked when we finished. This was a good song for me and a great music arrangement…I felt like I was already on my way to the next round. I thanked them all and headed back out. When I got to the audition room I paused outside the door. I was craving Elly. It was quiet in there and I wondered if they’d wrapped up for the day. I also wondered about myself a little. I could usually give two shits about a girl that required any more effort on my part than slipping on a condom. There was just something about this girl’s pussy I couldn’t get enough of.
The door pushed open then, nearly knocking me on my ass and Elly came out. She looked startled at first, but then I smiled at her and she actually turned her head to the side to keep from looking at me. She headed down the hall like she was on a mission. I started following after her wondering what was up. I saw her grab a door knob and she opened the door a crack and slipped inside. I stopped outside the door she’d gone into. It was clearly marked, “Janitorial closet.” What the fuck? Did she want to avoid me that badly that she was hiding in a closet? I opened it, intending on asking her what the hell was going on.
“Close the door! Jeez, it took you long enough to come in. Were you having trouble reading the sign on the door?”
“Harsh,” I said. “No, I’m just wondering why the hell we’re in a closet? Do you double as the janitor?” I could tell by the look on her face that she knew I was just being sarcastic.
“First, I was trying to get away from you, but when I realized you were following me I slipped in here so we could talk.”
“It sounds like you don’t want to be seen with me.” Did she think she was too good for me or what? That didn’t make sense. She was the one who said she had a crush on me, and when we were having sex she sure as hell acted like she liked it.
“I don’t want to be seen with you Tristan.”
“Again, harsh.” I said. I had to wonder if it was her time of the month. I know women get pissed when men say that, but she was awfully fucking mean all of a sudden.
“I’m not trying to be harsh…It’s just that…Well, my ex-boyfriend works here and I don’t want him to see us. He gets crazy jealous and acts stupid.”
Crazy, jealous ex-boyfriend? I wasn’t really buying it. She’d never mentioned this guy before. If it were true, why would she put up with it at work? They have all kinds of laws about that stuff these days.
I finally asked, “Is this ex-boyfriend one of the producers? Is he using it to threaten your job?”
“No, you don’t need to know who he is. The point is that you just need to know that I can’t be seen with you while I’m at work…Or anywhere,” she said.
“Okay, that’s cool,” I told her. “This closet is kind of nice.” It really was, nice and roomy. It was also really clean, cleaner than the bathroom…or even my apartment. I reached behind me and locked the door and then I took a step towards her. I’d much prefer a bed or a couch, but if standing up is all I can get…I’ll take it.
“Seriously?” she asked.
“Why not? I’m up for it…if you are. It’s not like we haven’t done it in worse places.” Instead of answering me she said,
“Do you have a condom?”
“Always,” I told her with a grin. I dug it out of my wallet and set it up on the shelf next to me. She rolled her eyes but she wasn’t trying to get away, so I went in for the kiss.
Our lips melted together, and we sucked and licked at each other like we couldn’t get enough. We were going at each other like maniacs making out with reckless abandon. This chick drove me fucking crazy. My body felt like it was on fire. I could feel my dick throbbing against the inside of my jeans, begging to be let out. I slid up her shirt and she raised her arms so quickly to help me, it barely broke our kiss as I pulled it all the way off. I reached back and unhooked her bra, letting her sweet tits fall out. They were gorgeous and just looking at them made my cock throb even harder. I took my shirt off next and pulled her up against me. I loved the feel of her hard nipples against my chest. I started kissing her neck and kissed a trail down to her tits. I started sucking on the right one first. She arched her back, giving me better access to them, it was so sexy. I loved fucking this girl. She actually felt what I was doing to her as opposed to the coked out or high bitches I usually ended up with at the end of the night. They laid there like corpses while I went after them. Sometimes I was tempted to take a pulse. Not with Elly though, I could almost breathe in her energy.
I slid my mouth to the other side and clamped down on the other breast kind of hard, I was over-excited. She moaned and I felt her shiver. I swear my cock was doing somersaults in my pants. I hadn’t felt nothing yet though. She started talking, just whispering in this deep sexy voice…saying my name and telling me how good it felt. Then she put her hands on the back of my head and I could feel her tugging at my hair, moving my mouth to first one side and then the other.
My dick was not known for its patience and I could feel the precum dripping in my shorts. I unbuttoned her pants while I licked her nipple and then slid them down over her thighs and knees. She wiggled her legs and feet and kicked them the rest of the way off. I pulled my head back to look at her again and realized I was going to have to stop doing that or I may come in my jeans. She was so fucking gorgeous.
I slid off the tiny little red panties she was wearing next and decided I had to have a taste of that sweet pussy first. I got down on my knees and licked a trail from her smooth thigh to her delicious pink center. She always smelled so fucking good.
She was talking again. “Oh yeah, Tristan. Oh God! It feels so good.” Then she let out a long moan and once again grabbed my head and pushed it further into her pussy. She was getting really excited and her legs were quivering as I shoved my tongue as deep inside of her as it would go. I started swirling it around as I reached up and found her swollen clit and pressed against it with my thumb. She was getting loud and someone was likely to hear, but I didn’t give a fuck, she was turning me on like crazy.
“Oh God, Tristan! I’m coming! Oh fuck!” She was shaking all over as I felt and tasted her come. I lapped up all her juices and stoop up.
She didn’t wait for me to ask; she dropped down to her knees and pulled my cock out of my pants. She licked it all over like a fucking lollipop. I thought my head was going to explode. I reached down and grabbed nipple. I rolled it between my fingers and watched her squirm and nod, the whole time running her wet lips up and down along my hard cock.
“Oh fuck!” I ran my hands through her silky hair and then I took two handfuls of it and began moving my hips in and out as she sucked me. I tugged on her hair a little and that seemed to make her hotter. She took my cock all the way in to the back of her throat and I could feel her tongue running up and down along the underside of it as she did.
I held her head with that hand while she slid my cock back into her mouth. Then I reached back down for a tit. I pinched her nipple hard between my thumb and forefinger and she let out a little yelp against my cock. It seemed to spur her on. She put her hands up and began groping my ass as she sucked harder and moved her head up and down faster. She seemed to be getting off on it as much as I was. Watching her face was almost as erotic as the feel of her lips on my cock. She closed her eyes and whimpered with each thrust. I slid it in deep, feeling it stop at the back of her throat before I slid it back out.
She opened her eyes and I felt her smile against my cock. That was too much. I groaned and started fucking her mouth faster. I pulled her face into me and she pushed against my ass, pulling me into her. We got into a sexy rhythm with my cock pumping in and out of her mouth. She reached up and touched my balls, tentatively at first. I moaned loudly and once she knew I liked it she became bolder, sliding the other hand up to massage my balls with both hands. I could feel myself swelling in her mouth, I had to stop. I was gonna come and I needed to be inside of her.
“It feels so good, baby. I need you to stop and come here,”
I told her in a breathless voice. She did what I asked, reaching out to put her hands against the door to steady herself as she did. I decided I liked that position. I got behind her and slid down my jeans. When I slid off my boxers I think my throbbing cock actually did a happy dance. It sulked a little when I took the package off the shelf and covered it up but once I get inside of her, I knew he’d perk back up.
I put my left hand on her sweet little ass as I took my cock in my other hand and led it between her legs. I let it sit there for a few seconds, just loving that contact and teasing us both. She used the leverage she had from her hold on the door to push back into me. The head of my cock slipped just in between her lips. That was all I could take. I grabbed her hips in both hands and plunged into her. Her pussy was the best thing I’d felt in I can’t remember when and that was with my dick covered. I couldn’t even imagine how fucking sweet it would be bareback. Being inside of her was probably the closest to heaven that a sinner like me was ever going to get. I slid in and out of her slowly, wanting to slam it in, but also wanting to make it last. I slid it in again, going long and deep until I felt my balls against her ass. She was moaning and making little grunting noises that spurred me on. Grasping her hips even tighter I started pumping back and forth inside of her. She was pushing back in unison with me and we fell into a rhythm. Every movement was bliss and every time she breathed out my name made my balls tighten and swell.
I don’t know how long I lasted, it felt like hours this time but it was probably only minutes. I felt the orgasm building like a fucking tsunami and I started grunting and I heard her say, “Yeah, come for me!”
That was all the encouragement I needed. I erupted like a volcano, reaching up to grab and squeeze a tit as I pumped her until I was dry. I realized then that she was coming again too and rocked against her until I felt her body relax. She finally leaned harder into the door and I leaned up against her.
Giving her a little bite on the shoulder I said, “Fuck that was good.”
“Mm Hmm,” she said with a nod. I held onto her like that until I got soft enough to slip out of her and then I flipped her around to face me and we kissed again, hard. I leaned back and pulled up my pants. She bent down to pick up her clothes and my horny cock actually twitched again, just a little.
“I’m open for a good fuck anytime, baby,” I told her. “You’ve got my number. Call me anytime you want a booty call.”
I didn’t really know her well enough to read the look on her face. If I had to guess I’d think it was a cross between satisfaction and embarrassment. She only nodded but it was encouraging enough for now. I watched her get dressed and as I was sliding my t-shirt back over my head she opened the door a crack and slipped out. She closed the door behind her, leaving me standing there. By the time I opened the door to go out, she’d disappeared.