CHAPTER SIX
Hydraulics—Jack
Unbelievable. The feeling I have when I’m inside Sal is unbelievable. I can’t fathom my luck, my love, my lust. She is pretending to be mad at me and it is fucking sexy. Every time I see her I want to pull her into my trailer and fuck her until she is completely sated, I don’t even care about myself.
Finale night is high stress for everyone. The two finalists have the most stress but the producers, show runners and crew are all on their toes making sure everything is functioning. After the first hour when Nic and Grace sing, we open up the voting to the public for 30 minutes. Then we use a specially developed program to tally the votes during the last half hour and announce the winner in the last moment of the show. During the last hour, we bring back all of the other mentors, their singers, and some guest stars. Even Sal and I will sing a duet. It’s a fun night but it takes a lot of work and juggling to make it happen.
I try to corner Sal all day so I can at least kiss her, but she had been sequestered with Nic. Finally, she is forced to be alone with me during dress rehearsal. Sal and I are singing a song together as is tradition in the finale and we have only rehearsed it one other time. She picked “Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around” by Stevie Nicks and Tom Petty which we both thought was apropos because of our recent divorces. Now it’s hitting a little closer to home. It will be a stripped-down performance, Sal on the acoustic guitar and just the two of us sitting on stools with some stylized hanging lights. The only flashy thing is the stage. She and I will rise up from below the stage on a hydraulic platform.
Sal and I are led below stage to rehearse just the raising up of the platform. We stand on our marks and as the platform goes up, we sit and Sal will begin to play before we are in view. It’s a tedious 30 minutes of us going up and down—not the fun kind. When we are lowered for the final time, we are told to hang tight for five minutes so they can make adjustments. It’s dark below stage and it’s just Sal and me.
“Hey Sally, come here,” I say reaching for her hand in the dark.
Her warm hand finds mine and I pull her close. “I missed you,” I say into her hair as I embrace her.
“I missed you too,” she says and snuggles into my chest. “I also still hate you a little.”
I laugh and hold her tighter. “You don’t hate me, I’m your best friend, darlin’.”
“Some friend! You constantly bug me, undermine my singer, and there’s the subpar sex,” she says, laughing. She’s a big fat liar.
I put a stop to her laughing by gripping her hair and pulling her head back so I can kiss her. I don’t give her a little peck, it’s a full-on attack. Once I start kissing her I never want to stop. She throws her hands around my neck and grabs onto my hair, pulling me even closer.
I pull from her abruptly. “Subpar, eh?”
She is still so close I can feel her smile against mine. “Maybe a bit above par, too bad you can’t prove me wrong right now.”
“Manny!” I shout and our stage manager appears above us.
“Yeah, Jack?” He asks. He and I are pretty good pals and he knows how I feel about Sal. Here at High Note, we are a tight-knit group and our crew is top notch.
“Ms. Thompson has an emergency and needs to take 30. Can we get back to it then?” I ask, knowing full well Manny will assume she has diarrhea or some woman related issue and will automatically accommodate her. I can feel Sal gripping my belt and pulling up, putting pressure on my balls which is not all that unpleasant, despite her efforts.
“You bet, Jack, we need a little more time with the hydraulics anyway.” He bends down and lowers a ladder for us to climb and then we are free.
I pull Sal as quickly as I can out to her trailer. “Jack! Is Manny assuming we are taking 30 to go screw around?”
I give her my best Jack smile and a wink. “Nah, darlin’ he just thinks you have the shits.”
“Good,” she says and I laugh.
We get into the trailer and everything slows down. “Well, we have 30, what shall we do?” I ask, knowing exactly what I want to do.
She doesn’t answer me but grabs the padded bench, puts it in front of the trailer door and points to it. “Sit,” she commands and I’m now completely hard as I sit.
Sal is dressed in white high waisted shorts, a red nautical looking blouse and some high white shoes that make her legs go on forever. She is always effortlessly stylish and put together. It goes with the territory of being in the public eye but Sal has had it since she started with her band years ago. Before fame found her. Yes, I’ve watched her Behind the Music episode and some other docu-series about her band and her successful solo career. Call it research, call it checking her out, call it stalkerish, I really don’t give a shit. I want to know everything about her. Fortunately for me, I can find information easily.
She walks to her dressing table and picks up her phone, scrolling until she finds what she’s looking for. Soft singing of Ella Fitzgerald plays from her phone and she turns to me with a wicked wicked smile. This is going to be good.
Very casually she untucks her blouse. Her hand slides up her torso to the top button and she pops it open. She exudes confidence and sexiness, never losing eye contact with me. She finishes with the buttons and slides a hand in to help herself shrug out of it. Holy fuck, she’s not wearing a bra. I’ve noticed she rarely does and it drives me nuts.
With the shirt around her shoulders, she turns and gives me an innocent look. “Bad girl,” I whisper, not wanting to break the spell of her. With her back to me, she lets her blouse flutter to the floor. Her hands go to the zipper on the side of her shorts and then she slides them down her long dancer’s legs.
Christ, she wears these almost non-existent thongs. The one she’s wearing now is white lace and has a red flower at the top of her ass. She turns back to me and slowly sways her hips to the music while walking to where I sit. I am enjoying the show and so is my dick. He’s peeking out of the top of my already unbuttoned black jeans and he is really happy.
Sal’s hair falls softly around her shoulders and breasts and I’m happy she has it down today. It’s lovely and I can’t wait to pull it when I fuck her from behind. She reaches me, bends to remove her panties and then places one of her still shoe clad feet on the bench opening herself to me. I lift my hands because I can’t help myself and she pushes them back to my lap.
Her head shakes once and she bends to kiss me sensually on the mouth. She straightens and then the show really begins. She puts two fingers into my mouth and I suck on them and give them a nibble. I really like where this is going and I appreciate her use of the 30 minutes we’ve been given.