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“Babe, just leave him be,” Dolly says, and I can’t help the scoff that leaves my lips. I turn and give her a scowl.
“This isn’t funny, Dolly!” I snap and she takes a step back, placing her hand to her chest. “He’s been skipping practices, being late to shows. This needs to stop. He needs help.” I growl through my teeth and she nods.
“I know, you’re right. I’m sorry.” She blinks a few times and I realize she's stoned out of her mind right now. I shove by her and stomp to the stage.
Mikey comes around the corner of the stage with his lips pursed and a scowl. “He needs help Memphis, and we're so screwed because we don’t have the leave time right now to get it for him. Ron just booked us for fifteen more shows before fall.” He grabs a beer from a roadie and plops down on the stage beside me, facing the empty stadium. Tomorrow night this will be full of crazy fans. Fans we can’t let down.
I sit beside him and run my hands through my perfectly messy hair. Fuck! I don’t need this shit right now. I wish… Shit! Why didn’t I think of this before? I turn and give him a big smile, and he looks at me as if I'm crazy.
“Where is Ron right now?” I ask and he points towards the lighting area. I jolt up and quickly walk over there.
“We need to talk,” I say as soon as Ron turns my way.
“Yes, we do. I was going to stop by tonight. But since you're here.” He points to the chair next to him and I take a seat. “Have you thought anymore about what we discussed?” He stares me down with a look of longing in his eyes, and it’s honestly freaking me out. I shake my head and he scowls, but quickly changes it to a grim smile.
“I don’t know why you and Dolly keep asking,” I mutter and he sighs, before placing his hand on my knee.
“Listen Memphis, this would be a good thing for your career. You’ve struck fame quickly, and instead of blowing all those millions you have in the bank you should invest it. Why not invest in the company that gave you those millions. Become a partner. You can still continue doing everything you love and leave all the legal things to me.” He gives me a grin that reminds me of a sleazy car salesman, and I nod.
“I’ll think about it, but that’s not the reason we need to talk. We have bigger issues to discuss.” He sits back and gives me his full attention, so I continue. “Alex isn’t well. I know you've noticed. We need to get him some help. I know we have obligations, and I think I may have a solution. My best friend Carson is home from college. According to my mom she’s not going back this year. Maybe she can step in and take Alex’s spot. He needs rehab, before he either seriously hurts himself or this band.”
Ron stares me down. I can see his pulse throbbing on his temple. He’s still mad I haven’t accepted his proposal. But seriously, me running a record label is not in the plans right now. I just want to sing and write. Maybe when I’m old and retired.
I don’t know why he and Dolly are pushing this so much. It just seems extremely fishy. And why hasn’t he asked anyone else in the band?
He’s quiet for a few minutes, but gives me a nod. “If you think she’ll do this and she’s qualified enough to take his spot, then I will approve on a trial basis. This is your career, not to mention the band’s asses on the line. But I trust your judgement, so keep me posted on what she says.”
My eyebrows raise in shock of how easy that was, and I watch as he leaves. I return to Mikey and tell him my plan. He’s all for it and offers to help however he can.
I sigh and take another swig of the now warm beer.
“How do you think Dolly is going to handle this?” he asks me, and I groan. Fuck! I glance around the stage and I don’t spot her. “Where is she?”
Mikey shrugs and I pull out my phone, checking the time. It’s close to six so she’s probably out with her friends. I’ll talk to her later. I open our message thread and send her a quick text to swing by my place later. She sends me a thumbs up and a winky face. She’s probably thinking this is a booty call, and maybe I should make it one. It’s been awhile and she’s been acting better lately. Not as clingy. Lord knows my hand is getting tired, and I haven’t brought anyone else home recently.
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I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist before leaving the bathroom and yelp. Dolly is lying on the bed naked, thighs spread wide and dripping.
“What are you doing here? How did you get in?” I ask moving closer to her. She pouts and closes her legs, sitting up.
“You told me to swing by. Isn’t this what you want?”
I shake my head to clear my seriously dirty thoughts and take a seat next to her. “I wanted to talk to you about something,” I mutter, my eyes not leaving her naked chest. She catches my gaze and moves her painted nails down her breasts and cups them in her hand. I lick my lips and lean in taking one in my mouth. She moans and I bite down hard making her whimper. She moves her hands and grips the towel from my waist, giving it a quick tug, letting my hard cock spring free. I pull back from her tit and ask, “Are you going to be a good girl?”
Her eyes flare with heat and she gives me a nod. I nod down to my dick. “Kiss it.” Her nostrils flare, but she does what I say. Giving me a little kiss on the tip, she runs her tongue down my slit and I grab her hair tight and yank her up. “Did I tell you to lick or kiss?”
She whimpers, “Kiss.” I give her a nod then release her and let her get back to doing what I said. She kisses all the way down my shaft and back to the tip. She looks at me for direction and I reward her with a treat for being a good girl.
“Open, baby.” I tap my cock onto her puffy lips and she opens for me. I slide my dick onto her wet tongue and resist the shiver running down my spine at the sensation. It’s been a while since I've slept with anyone, including her, and I don’t want to bust a nut down her throat. I pull out and smack her cheek a few times with my dick, then grip her hair and tug her up on the bed. She moans, and I can tell she’s ready for me from how her pretty pink slit is glistening.
“On your knees, Doll,” I command and she quickly gets on all fours wiggling her hot as fuck ass. I slap the left cheek hard and she yelps, with a jump. I massage the sting and she groans, before slapping the other side. I reach down to the floor and grab a rubber from my pocket. I may not have had plans to fuck anyone tonight, but I’m always prepared.
I rip the package open with my teeth and sheath my hard cock. I slap her ass a few more times before moving lower to her pussy and clit. I slap it hard three times in succession, then slam my dick into her from behind hard. She screams and gushes, her cum dripping down to my balls. I give her a moment to recover before fucking her up the bed in quick thrusts until she has to grip the headboard to stay in this position.
My phone buzzes from the nightstand and I glance at it. Fuck! It’s my mom, and if she’s calling again after just talking earlier she’ll keep calling. I pound into Dolly three more times and let my orgasm go. Sorry babe, but hey, she got one out of it. I pull out and watch as Dolly faceplants on the bed, red cheeks, panting and pissed.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” she snaps, but I ignore her. I answer the phone quickly before it goes to voicemail and her eyes bug from her head when I say, “Hey, mom.” Trying to catch my breath.
