My son really knows how to pick them. Like father, like son.
“Oh, wow, Michael. I thought this was your brother when I saw you walking in. You’re both tall, dark, and handsome, just the way I like my men.”
She took another sip of her drink and slid her lips off the straw in a rather suggestive manner.
How much more provocative can you get?
“You’re too kind.” I blushed.
“My dad had me when he was very young. You’re not the first one to tell me that.”
Michael looked uncomfortable.
“And I hope I’m not the last,” she replied.
“Uhh, since you’re here for the audition, I’ll just play your track, and you can sing for my dad.”
“Of course, of course. How could I forget?” she said.
Blondie looked at me with her mesmerizing eyes, and without thinking, I winked at her.
“Yes. Why don’t you go up on stage behind us? The microphone is on the stool there,” I pointed out.
Blondie finished her diet drink and walked over to me.
“Thank you for this opportunity,” she said sweetly and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
“Okay, okay. That’s enough of that,” Michael said nervously.
Blondie nodded and turned around toward the stage. She swayed her hips like nobody’s business. Her ass looked fantastic, just as any man would want it. I appreciated the hard work she put in to get it in that good shape.
Not again. Not again,I thought.I can’t fall for this hottie. If I do, it’s going to cost me a pretty penny.
Blondie walked up the stairs; the air felt fresh with her scent. Her perfume smelled like fresh roses. There was something so young and beautiful about her that I could not resist. Her figure looked so, so yummy.
Women are just so beautiful. God’s gift to the world.
She grabbed the microphone from the stool and tapped it a few times.
“Testing, testing, 1, 2, 1, 2, 2,” she said. “Can you hear me okay?” she asked coyly.
Michael gave her a thumbs-up.
“Yes, I can hear you,” I replied.
“I like this microphone, Michael. It has a long cord, and it feels really sturdy, just the way I like it.”
I gulped.
“Alright, alright,” Michael replied. “Let’s not get carried away.”
“Don’t misunderstand me. If the cord is loooong, then I can move freely about the stage and connect with the audience.”
Michael sighed. He started the track.
Blondie began singing. I cringed.
It was the most horrendous voice I had ever heard. Cats in the night sounded better than that.
