Chapter Two
Tristan
It was the night of round five. I was filled with nervous energy and having a hard time sitting still. The traffic in the waiting room was getting thinner and I was glad there were fewer talentless idiots to deal with. I felt like I was ready for it. I’d written my own song and the band had done a great job of playing the music I’d written and helping me tweak a few parts so it all pulled together more smoothly. I wished that it was all I had on my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about Elly and what had happened the last time I saw her.
She had looked at me when I walked in. I think she expected me to say something to her about the other night. I had plenty to say that night if she’d come back, but it was a moot point by then. I could admit that I got a little freaked out when she just left like that. I even went back out into the hallway one more time, hoping she came back. I saw the elevator sliding closed and I thought it was her so I yelled out her name a few times. That attracted the attention of my nosy ass neighbors. Mrs. Stromboli had already gotten a sweet show and the rest of them wanted some of it now. I was still butt ass naked, but I didn’t give a fuck. The people that lived in that building were nothing but trash anyways. I turned to walk back into my apartment and I saw the man who lived in the apartment next door to me glaring at me through a crack in his door. I kicked the door before I went back inside and told him to “Mind his own fucking business.” I didn’t give a fuck if they liked me or not; at least three times a week I had to listen to him and his old lady fighting or the chick across the hall having multiple, loud orgasms…while her husband was at work. Fuck ‘em all.
I’d stormed back into my apartment and closed the door, wondering why it bothered me so badly that Elly had walked out. It was true that she was the best piece of ass I’d ever had, but I needed to remind myself that she was most definitely not the only one. Hot chicks who liked to fuck were pretty much a dime a dozen, and sitting in the waiting room backstage, I thought I’d just found another one.
This girl was twenty-two; she had blonde hair that hung down to her waist, a nice round ass, and massive tits. I remember seeing her the first day of try-outs and thinking I wouldn’t mind tapping that ass while I had my hands wrapped up in that silky mane of hers. I hadn’t done anything about it yet because I’d been focused on the contest and busy fucking Elly every chance I got.
That’s where I had gone wrong. I knew that when you started fucking one girl all the time she started thinking that she was your girlfriend and making subtle changes in your life. It all starts messing with your head. There’s only one head I wanted in my ‘relationships’ and that’s the one in my pants.
“Hey there, beautiful,” I said, taking the seat next to the blonde. If I remembered correctly, her name was Brooke or something like that. “How are you doing tonight?”
She giggled. Giggling really annoyed me, but for a C cup or better, I was willing to endure a little of it—as long as she ended up putting out. I usually got a certain vibe from a girl who might be willing. This one was putting that out all over the place.
“Hi,” she said, flashing her dimples. “I’m a nervous wreck about today,” she said with another giggle, “What about you? How are you doing?”
I gave her my coolest look and said, “Nah, I got this.” Then I raked my eyes across her body and said, “I’m sure you got it too.”
“You think so?”
“Sure, baby, you’ve got a gorgeous voice. It’s hot—like the rest of you.”
Another round of giggling ensued. I honestly had no idea what her voice sounded like. I did my best to tune the rest of them out; if you started worrying about the competition, it just fucked with your head.
“I like your voice, too,” she said. “Everybody does. My older sister told me she used to be in love with you when she was in middle school.”
I gave her the once over again and said, “If your big sister looks anything like you, then I hope she’s still in love with me.”
She blushed a little, but then she said, “She’s pretty, but kind of old. She turned thirty last week.”
“I’ve always liked the little sisters best, anyways,” I told her. As we talked more, she put out all of the signs that said she was ready, willing, and able to fuck. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and made a point to sit up straighter so her tits pointed up at me. She got up at one point to get something to drink and she had a little extra wiggle in her hips.
As I watched her delicious ass walk across the room, I caught Elly’s eye. She was watching me watch Brooke, and she didn’t look happy about it. Good. Let her fucking sweat. It’s the least she deserves for walking out on me in the middle of a fucking blow job. Who does that? There was no way she was going to leave me with blue balls and get another chance. It’s true what they say about there being plenty of fish in the sea, and I had got the perfect bait.
When Brooke came back, I turned my body towards hers as we talked so that my back was to Elly. I wanted to make a point to her that I didn’t care if she was watching me or not. I did what I wanted to do, and no woman was going to tell me different.
“So, Brooke…you have a boyfriend?”
“No, no boyfriend,” she said, leaning into me.
I tried to look as sincere as possible as I said, “That’s hard to imagine. There’s something wrong with a world where girls who look like you are single. You have to be single by choice. Most guys probably just don’t measure up.”
She batted her long eyelashes at me and said, “That’s sweet. You’re pretty nice to look at yourself. I like being single, I like to be able to do what I want.” Score! “Do you have a girlfriend?”
I could see Elly out of the corner of my eye all of a sudden. She’d stepped over to the refreshment table. She was pretending to get something to drink, but I knew she was just trying to see what was going on with Brooke and me. Her obvious jealousy was really pathetic. I reached up and slid my finger slowly down the curve of Brooke’s cheek and whispered, “Thanks. I don’t have a girlfriend. I like to do who—I mean what—I want too.” I grinned.
She blushed then and licked her lips. I really thought they were just dry, but it was sexy. She had nice, full lips. That night at the bar, it had been what I’d noticed first about Elly. I was picturing Elly’s lips suddenly…remembering the way she tasted….
“What are you thinking?” she asked. I realized that I’d phased out. It was unlike me to think about another woman when I had a prime one on the hook.
“I was just thinking about how lucky I was to be sitting here talking to you. I think you’re hot and you said I’m not so bad looking either. You look good, I look good, I was just thinking about how good we’d look together.” I traced a line down her cheek again with my finger. She leaned into it. Oh yea, she wanted me….bad. I could still see Elly looking. I don’t think she could hear what we were saying, but I’m sure she got the basic idea that we were working on hooking up.
A few minutes later, Elly’s little partner called those of us left in the room to line up. We got in our places and, to my eyes delight, Brooke’s sweet ass was right in front of me. As Elly walked up, I made sure to give it another appreciative glance.
I waited until she was standing right next to us and I said to Brooke, “So, are we going to hook up and hang out sometime outside of this place? Somewhere more private, where we can really get to know each other.”
She flipped her blonde head around to look me in the eye and she said, “I’d like that.”
“Gimme your phone,” I told her. She handed it to me; I looked at Elly and gave her a little half smile before putting my number in Brooke’s phone. She turned her head and walked away, but not before I made sure that she heard me say, “Call me anytime you’re up for some fun. I’ll show you how friendly our city can be.”
If looks could kill, Elly would have set me on fire with the one she gave me.