“No, ma’am.”He shakes his head, then resumes his stance.
I throw my hands up in frustration.Where could Kelly be?It’s been forty minutes since she left to check on the band and she still hasn’t returned.My nerves are on edge at just the thought of being near Chase again, let alone performing with him.Being on stage together is such an intimate experience for musicians.Performing at Monty’s had brought back countless memories and emotions from our past performances at school, shows, and events.We were teenagers then, with big dreams of fame and stardom.I never gave up on those ambitions, and now they’re at risk if I can’t make this work with Chase.My future depends on it.
Determined not to let this opportunity slip away because of a sick guitar player, I grab my hotel key and head out the door, Max following closely behind.As we wait for the elevator, I can feel the weight of the situation resting heavily on my shoulders.When the doors finally open, I step inside and press the button for the ground floor.
Thankfully, the hotel ballroom has been set up for rehearsals, so I don’t have to worry about finding my way to the venue.Things like that are always Kelly’s responsibility; she takes care of all the details so I can focus on what I do best.As I step out of the elevator and into the foyer, I scan the room for any signs or landmarks that will lead me to the ballroom, where we need to be.
The floor is empty, but the sound of drums can be heard.I follow the sound until I reach a door.I open it and look inside.The passageway seems familiar.“I know my way from here,” I tell Max, who stays behind as I walk down the passage towards the drumbeat.
A slight movement catches my attention, and I pause to get a better look in the dim light.Against a wall of stacked chairs, there is definitely some kind of activity happening.Creeping closer, I can make out two figures—one sitting on a chair, the other astride them.As they move in rhythm, I suddenly realize what is going on.
Kelly, with her long blonde hair flowing wildly, is naked above the waist and has her skirt hiked up around her hips and is riding the man beneath her with fervor.It is a sight that both shocks and arouses me.Unable to tear my eyes away, I watch as her smooth back arches and her perfect breasts bounce against the man’s face.A face that I recognize as Frankie’s.
My body floods with heat and desire.Moving into the shadows for a better view, I can’t help but feel excited by watching Kelly’s passionate display.After all, we are all adults here—why not indulge in some harmless voyeurism?As Frankie groans in pleasure and Kelly continues to ride him with abandon, I know this is a memory I will never forget.
Kelly grabs his face and presses her mouth against his as she slows, her bouncing to a gentle rocking motion.His hands reach around to massage her bottom, squeezing and separating her cheeks, giving me an unobstructed view of their joined bodies.
I bite my tongue and squeeze my legs together, trying to contain the urges that arise from watching Frankie move his finger towards Kelly’s tight brown asshole.She lets out a cry of pleasure that reaches my ears, despite the loud music in the background.I resist the temptation to touch myself, even though I really, really want to.
I inch closer, wanting a better view of Frankie’s finger as he slowly starts to dip it into Kelly’s asshole.
“Fuck yes!”Kelly tilts her hips, allowing his finger deeper access into her back passage.His middle finger is now two knuckles deep while his cock is fully enclosed inside her.
Feeling the wetness spreading in my underwear, I finally give in to my urge and lift up my skirt.Crouching in the darkness, I use my fingers to pleasure my clit, the slick juices dripping down my thighs as I watch my assistant being taken by this man in every way imaginable.With a finger in her ass, his cock in her pussy, and their tongues entwined in a passionate kiss, their movements become faster and more urgent until she jerks against him with a muffled cry.Her face flushes red and her body goes limp from the intense fucking she has just received.Frankie’s legs tremble as he finishes inside of her and removes his finger from her body, holding her close to him.I bite down on my forearm as I bring myself to climax, my legs shaking and the rest of my body throbbing with pleasure.
After taking a moment to catch my breath, I fix my soaked panties and try to readjust myself.The cool dampness against my sensitive area makes me squirm; I’ll be constantly reminded of this experience throughout the day.After standing, I quietly slip back into the hallway.Ensuring I don’t disturb the couple lost in their passion, I make my way towards the exit sign above the double doors.The drums continue their rhythmic beat, and I place my palms against my warm cheeks to calm myself down.
I have work to do.Though how I am going to get those images out of my mind, I have no idea.
CHAPTERTWELVE
Chase
The bandand I have been rehearsing for thirty minutes when Bayleigh finally arrives.Her cheeks are rosy, and I wonder if she took the stairs instead of the elevator.However, a glance at her light blue boots with high heels confirms that likely wasn’t the case.
“Hi y’all.”She smiles at her bandmates as she strides over to center stage where her mic is waiting in its stand.She takes it in her hand and turns to face me.“Thanks for doing this.We were in a bit of a bind.”
“No worries,” I reply, then look to Cassie, the brunette, twenty-something drummer who has taken over as the bandleader since the departure of their guitar player.“Cassie has brought me up to speed with the set list.”
“Alright, let’s start from the beginning.”Bayleigh looks around at the rest of the band members.Along with me on acoustic guitar, there is Luke, the bass player, Andy, the electric guitar player, and another woman on keyboard and backing vocals.I am impressed by the talent on stage, but also a bit nervous about my own abilities.These are professional musicians with years of experience and I am such a novice in comparison.
Cassie counts us in and I glance at the sheet music on the floor in front of me, although I don’t really need it.
I strum a few chords before Bayleigh stops us.
“No, no, no.It’s too slow.Let’s speed it up a bit.”
The band follows her direction, but she still doesn’t seem satisfied after a few more attempts.By the fourth try, I drop my hands from my guitar and let it hang by its shoulder strap.Seriously?What is she hearing?We are playing exactly as she has requested.
Feeling a mix of frustration and resignation, I tighten my grip on the guitar strap as Bayleigh, once again, signals for us to stop mid-song.The tension in the room is palpable, the air thick with unspoken words and mounting irritation.I exchange glances with the other band members; their faces mirror my own exasperation.
Cassie, who I’ve gathered is the mediator, steps down from her drum kit and strides over to Bayleigh.Their conversation is hushed, but the animated gestures and furrowed brows speak volumes.I can’t help but feel a pang of annoyance as I watch them.This was supposed to be a simple rehearsal, but it has turned into a critique session.
I approach Andy, the electric guitar player, my steps heavy with the weight of my growing discontent.“Do you have any idea what’s going on?”I ask, my tone betraying my weariness.
Andy shrugs his shoulders, his expression one of resigned amusement.“She can be a bit of a diva.Especially with this show being so important.We just have to be patient and do what she says.But hey, I’m getting paid by the hour, so it’s fine by me.”
Cassie breaks away from Bayleigh and gives me a thumbs-up when Bayleigh isn’t looking.I give her a questioning look, but she shakes her head slightly in response.
