I woke to the noonday sun streaming in my bay window and rose to go to the bathroom. Janet and Lindy were a tangle of black and white arms and legs on my bed. They’d been so high. It would be a while before they got up.

My marble floor was cold beneath my bare feet. I walked naked to the toilet, took a piss, and then turned on the shower.

I’d had no problem getting a hard-on when Janet and Lindy had treated me to another one of their shows in my bedroom last night, but I hadn’t let either of them touch me. After a bit of whining, I’d plied them with a few pieces of costume jewelry I had on hand and convinced them I was exhausted and just wanted to watch for the night.

After they’d given each other a few more orgasms, they’d both passed out in my bed. I’d actually slept in the lounge chair by my bay window. I’d thought about masturbating while they did each other—anything to relieve my massive hard-on—but something had stopped me.

Something in the form of Heather Myles.

That damned woman wouldn’t get out of my head.

I let out a moan as the hot water whooshed out of the shower head and onto my fatigued body. Live music was hard work. I feared my body was growing old before its time. Not my voice, though. I took care of that with kid gloves. One day I’d sing Mozart’s Figaro at the Met. Then Javert in Les Miz on Broadway.

One day…

I closed my eyes and stood in the stream of steaming water, letting it gush all over me. Heather’s lips popped into my mind. How amazing it had felt to kiss them, to feel her soft tongue against mine. My cock hardened between my legs, and I began stroking it as I imagined Heather’s soft lips wrapping around it. A moan crept out of my throat as I fisted it more strongly.

“Need some help with that?”

I shot my eyes open. Lindy, stark naked, of course, had entered the shower. Her nipples stood straight out from her silicone breasts.

“What are you doing in here?”

“Just helping out where I’m needed.” She sank to her knees and took my cockhead between her lips.

So she wasn’t Heather. So she wasn’t the woman whose face was in my fantasy. That didn’t mean I couldn’t get a kickass BJ in the shower. My eyes were closed. I had a good imagination. I could pretend it was Heather whose mouth was wrapped around my cock.

She began with tiny licks over the head and along the shaft. She slid her hands from my knees up my thighs and cupped my ass. Then she plunged her mouth down upon me, taking me nearly to my base. I’d had many blowjobs from Lindy. She was an expert at deep-throating.

Relax, I said to myself. Just let it feel good. Imagine… Imagine…

She continued her expert ministrations, but instead of relaxing, I tensed as the water continued to pelt me.

A few seconds later…my flaccid cock dropped from her mouth.

She looked up at me. “What’s wrong, babe?”

What was wrong? Since when had I not been able to stay hard for a blowjob? Especially one as expertly performed as this one?

I gave her a halfhearted smile. “Sorry, sweetheart. I’m just really tired. Last night’s concert took a lot out of me.”

She stood and wrapped her arms around me. “You were a fucking rock star last night, no pun intended. It was one of the best performances I’ve ever seen.”

Though I smiled, I knew she said similar things to every rocker she bedded. Those words would’ve meant so much more coming from someone who actually meant them.

Coming from Heather.

No use. Clearly, my cock wasn’t going to work until it had its fill of Heather Myles. It happened to me every once in a while. I became ferociously attracted to a woman, and she was all I wanted. Once I bedded her, the craving subsided.

Since I didn’t plan to go without sex for the rest of my life, there was only one solution available to me.

I had to get Heather Myles in my bed, and I had to do it soon.

“I’ve missed you, babe,” Lindy was saying. “It’s been ages since you took me to your playground. We could go there now. Even if you’re tired. I don’t mind. You could use your toys on me.”

My toys. Interesting. Lindy really didn’t care whether I fucked her. She’d be happy being fucked by one of the dildos in my playroom. As long as a rock star was performing the action.

Man, the scene was getting old.

Zane had given me shit about this before. When I got my dick in a bunch about a particular woman, I’d tell him I was getting tired of the scene. I’d fuck her, get her out of my system, and then be right back in the middle of the scene as usual.

Surely that was all that was going on now. I’d have Heather Myles, and then I’d feel great.

“Sorry, sweetheart. The playroom’s closed. Renovations.”

That was a big lie, but I didn’t care. I only wanted one woman in my playroom at the moment, and it wasn’t Lindy or Janet. The problem was…I wasn’t sure Heather Myles would ever consent to going into my playroom. She was a different kind of woman. I honestly didn’t know what to expect from her.

Only one way to find out.

I turned the shower off, grabbed a towel, and handed another to Lindy. “Sweetheart, I think you and Janet need to be going. I’ve got lots of things to do before the concert tonight.”

Lindy pouted. “We just wanted to have some fun, Jett.”

“There will be another party tonight, and you two will be right back in business.” I toweled off without looking at her. “I want you both gone by the time I’m out of the bathroom. Lars will take you wherever you need to go.”

Lindy gave a hmph and walked out, slamming the door behind her. I hadn’t meant to sound so dismissive, but those two women meant nothing to me. Not that Heather Myles meant anything to me either, but until I had her soft pliable body under mine, I wasn’t going to be any use to any other woman. I knew that much about myself.

I dressed in a pair of athletic shorts and a tank top, pulled my hair back into a loose ponytail, and decided to go for a run. Maybe that would help work some of the sexual frustration out of me.

Then I changed my mind and turned in the athletic shorts for an old pair of broken-in jeans. The sexual frustration might be eating me alive, but it would make for an amazing performance tonight. Instead, I’d go get lunch and a heaping cup of coffee.

I knew just the place. On Vine.