"Rock & Roll" (closed)

[AngelEyes1994]

"Rock & Roll"

(closed to J0k3R)​

Halley's phone chimed, alerting her to a new email. She forced her eyes open and looked to the clock on her bed table: 5am. She groaned at the ceiling in dismay, "Are you kidding me?"

She rolled out of bed, padded off to the bathroom to pee, headed for the kitchen for espresso, and only then retrieved her phone and opened the email. As she read, Halley's eyes and mouth widened. This time with utter disbelief and increased volume, she repeated, "Are you kidding me?"

Halley rushed about the house, chastising herself for not having opened the message right away. She was going to be late. There was no way she could get showered and dressed, out the door, and across the city in time. As she raced down the interstate, Halley contemplated her assignment and the work that she'd put into accomplishing it.

A rumor had been circulating that eccentric, reclusive Tommy O'brien was working on a new album. His last one had gone platinum in record time and then ... nothing. Three years had passed and nothing! Months would go by without any word from or about Tommy. Every once in a while, a rumor would circulate that he was dead: shot by a lover, overdosed in a dingy bathroom, killed drunk behind the wheel of a car in some foreign country. Then, he would be seen or photographed somewhere, and once again the paparazzi would go into high gear, trying to get pics, facts, or just decently believable rumors about Tommy.

Halley had a couple of dozen well placed contacts in the music industry, yet it had taken over three months to discover Tommy's current location. He had leased one of a dozen vacation houses in a private, gated community. She made a series of five quick phone calls, calling in one favor after another until she finally found someone who could get her through the community's gate without authority ... or questions.

Halley's contact had told her that Tommy took frequent walks on the beach, maybe to clear his mind or get some exercise or whatever. Her plan was simple: be on the beach when Tommy passed by, be seen by Tommy, be appreciated by Tommy, be invited by Tommy to his home ... and -- if it became absolutely necessary -- to his bed. The 24 year old entertainment reporter wasn't beyond parting her thighs to get a story. And this story was surely worth the few minutes on her back, wasn't it? She needed to get something no one else had: lyrics to the songs, cell phone pics of Tommy as he worked, details about the imminent concert tour and late night television show appearances. Halley could feign sexual satisfaction sitting atop Tommy's groin for that, couldn't she? Some moans, some cries, some screams of ecstasy. She'd faked such joy for other stories, so ... why not again?



Under the high noon sun, Halley's Mercedes was parked at the small beach side lot beyond the community's gate and she herself was walking through the warm sand with her heels in one hand and her cardigan in the other. Her gaze casually shifted often from left to right, from the pounding surf to the homes on the cliffs. She was trying to appear as if nothing more than a renter on a walk. When she was almost directly before Tommy's home, she caught sight of a man standing behind the floor to ceiling windows that looked out upon the ocean. Halley couldn't tell whether the man was Tommy, but she felt the odds were good.

She turned to look out upon the ocean for a long moment before dropping her clothes onto a large piece of driftwood ... then ... shedding her skirt and adding it to the pile as well. In nothing but a thin tee shirt -- she'd left her bra under the driver's seat -- and a tight fitting pair of panties, she headed slowly across the packed, wet sand out into the surf. It was early summer and already warmer than normal for the time of year, yet the first wave to splash up onto her caused her to draw a sudden, deep breath of shock. It was so cold!

Halley laughed at the insanity of what she was doing. There had to be better ways to meet men ... or, at least, this one man. But, she knew what the effect of the cold water on her clothes and body would be. She stood in the surf for several minutes, letting the waves strike her legs and splash up her front side again and again. Halley laughed again, certain that she was going to freeze to death before Tommy or anyone came down to show her any attention.

And then finally, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Without letting the person know she'd detected them, she dropped to her knees just before a wave reached her. The water consumed her front side, causing her to shriek out at the temperature. She laughed loudly, then looked over her shoulder with a feigned look of surprise at having company.

Halley's firm, C-cup breasts were on full display under the wet tee shirt as she smiled to Tommy and, after a moment, asked, "Don't I know you? You look familiar."

 

[The_J0k3R]

Three years.

Where had Tommy O’Brien been for three years? Following the massive success of his last album, the endless touring, the ever-growing crowds, the never-ending parade of reporters, fan, and papparazi, Tommy had, simply, lost it.

He had needed a vacation from the madness. As much as he appreciated his fans, and the accolades, the attention had overwhelmed him. Worse, he had lost his muse somewhere in the endless demands of networking and social media and instant gratification.

Now, finally, he was back. Not by his own choice, of course. Time was running out on him. If he didn’t have a new record out in the next two months, he would be in breach of his major label contract, and he would lose everything.

In a way, it was a tempting prospect. He would be back to his roots, just another guy with a guitar in a garage somewhere. But he wouldn’t be able to make music again, as the corporate behemoth would come after him in perpetuity if he did.

He sat on the bungalow’s back porch, overlooking the Pacific Ocean. The joint he’d been toking on had burned itself out, but he was pleasantly buzzed. Melodies danced in and out of his head as the waves crashed.

He watched with absent curiosity as a young woman wandered along the beach below.

I didn’t the view could get any better, he thought, smirking as the busty brunette peeled off her skirt made her way into the water in just her tee shirt and panties, and the waves crashed over her, drenching her under the hot California sun.

He chuckled, standing up to get a better view. She had the kind of body that he preferred in a woman; perfect, actually. He put on a pair of dark ray-ban sunglasses and made his way down to the beach.

She turned to him with a seductive smile. "Don't I know you? You look familiar.""

He shook his head. “Maybe in a past life,” he replied. “That’s some chilly water, ain’t it?” he asked her with a smirk, his eyes raking over her drenched form. There was little need to undress her with his eyes, as there was precious little of her charms to be left to the imagination.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“Maybe in a past life,” Tommy answered.

Despite the dark glasses hiding his eyes, Halley knew that Tommy's eyes were taking a walk over her prominently displayed breasts. She'd been counting on it, of course. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been sitting here in the cold, ocean water with the thin cotton fabric pasted to her shapely flesh.

Tommy continued, “That’s some chilly water, ain’t it?”

"Exhilarating," she told him with a broad smile. "I love the ocean. I, uh..." She glanced down at her very revealed body, then looked up to tell him, "I forgot my suit ... but I really wanted to ... well..."

She reached a hand out toward Tommy, asking, "Help me up ... um...? I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."

She didn't know whether or not he would tell her his real name, but she didn't really care. She was going to pretend she didn't know him until it was no longer feasible to feign ignorance. After she was on her feet, she introduced herself with a simple, "Halley."

She turned and headed for her clothes. Her panties were high up in between her firm buttock cheeks as her ass bounced and swayed with each step in the slowly deepening sand. She threw her cardigan around her shoulders without putting her arms inside the sleeves. The result was that her breasts and their chill-swollen nipples were still on full display. She turned, holding her shoes and skirt rather than donning them. Even though she didn't herself look down at them, Halley had a good idea that her panties were more than adequately revealing the camel toe of her pussy.

Halley made her way back over close to Tommy, staring into his eyes and studying his face for a moment before saying, "But you're right. It is a bit chilly." She glanced over her shoulders toward the homes on the cliff, then asked, "You live up there someplace...? It'd be nice to be warm."

She looked back into Tommy's eyes with a flirtatious expression on her face.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Tommy raised an eyebrow as he listened to her, and then chuckled a bit, picking up a stone off the rocky beach and casually flinging it into the sea.

“Do you often invite yourself into strange men’s houses?” he asked her with a smirk, before peeling off his own shirt, revealing a well-built and toned torso, a thick patch of curly dark hair in the middle. He squinted up towards the sun and then looked back at her. She was quite the sight to behold… and Tommy saw no reason to get her into dry clothes when the wet ones seemed to fit her so well.

He tossed his shirt aside, landing it on the driftwood next to hers, and then he headed out into the cold Pacific ocean! He let the water hit his legs and he took a deep breath. The hot sun on his skin, the chilly, chilly water… maybe there was a song in there.

He wandered in til his hips were underwater, and then he jumped into an oncoming wave headfirst, letting the cold completely consume him before coming up for air.

He looked over his shoulder, curious if this Halley girl was still there.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Despite already being wet and just a bit chilled by the light breeze, Halley felt a shiver explode through her body at the sight of Tommy going head first into the ocean. Halley had grown up in various locations up and down the Eastern seaboard, the daughter of a Naval Officer who seemed to get transferred every time Halley began to make friends. And while each of those cities' bases had their differences from one another, their beaches always had one thing in common: the warmer waters of the Northerly flowing gulf stream.

Halley was shocked at how cold the Pacific was the first time she jumped into it near San Francisco. Of course, down south here nearer to LA, it was warmer, but never enough to keep her skin from erupting in goose flesh or to keep her nipples from growing to the size of the tips of her pinkies. Thankfully, of course, men -- and even a lot of women -- came to like that look on Halley, so ...

She considered following Tommy into the sea to get closer to him, literally and figuratively both, but another sudden chill talked her out of that. Instead, she picked up and donned the Rocker's own sunglasses and moved back to the wet sand to watch him. She still did not don her skirt, holding it with her heels in one hand. She even waited for a moment when he was looking away to pull her panties up higher on her hips, emphasizing her camel toe and causing the back side to slip up higher between her firm buttocks.

Halley waited until Tommy emerged once more, then as he approached she said, "I'll trade'em back to you for the use of your bathroom." She conspicuously though playfully squeezed her knees together as small children often did, and told him with a feigned expression of embarrassment, "I really need to pee."

She hid his shirt -- along with her own clothes -- behind her back, the result of her body movement being that her well displeyed breasts were conspicuous thrust forward. She cocked her head and smiled, pretending not to understand that she was showing her every bit of her womanhood and now, without his glasses, Tommy couldn't hide the direction of his gaze. She teased, "Trade...?"

 

[The_J0k3R]

Tommy spent a few minutes enjoying the cold water and the immensity of the ocean before making his way back to shore. Halley was still there, waiting for him, and holding his tee shirt hostage.

He was hesitant to allow her into the house. Her beauty served as yet another red flag. Twice now she asked to come inside. He didn’t know this woman at all. She could be a thief, or some psycho fan, or… well, anyone, really.

But the chivalrous side of him wouldn’t allow him to deny such a basic human function to a woman in need.

“Yeah, sure, but I’ve got to get to work here in a little bit,” he explained, and guided her back up the beach towards the house.

He’d keep an eye on her, of course. There were thousands of dollars in recording equipment and musical instruments inside.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Ascending the wooden stair case to Tommy's house was simply a joy for Halley. She still hadn't donned her skirt, and after feigning a sliver in her foot after just a dozen steps upward to draw Tommy back to her, Halley headed up the rest of the way in front of the Rocker. She never looked back to see if he was scoping out her ass, but she couldn't imagine he wasn't. Women had worn far less on the beach, in front of Tommy, and both, of course. But there was just something far more erotic about a woman parading about in her wet panties than in her wet bikini.

When they reach the top of the steps, though, Halley heard a woman at the next estate over call a friendly, if not over excited greeting to Tommy from her own ocean view deck. Halley turned her back to the woman, facing her host, and worked to get her skirt on, saying, "So sorry! It just ... it feels so good ... so free. But I wouldn't want your neighbors thinking bad about you and your choice of friends. I probably look slutty, and you're probably some businessman with an upstanding reputation. Sorry again."

She buttoned her cardigan enough to hide her still solid nipples, then followed Tommy into the leased home. She'd seen big, luxurious houses like this before, of course. Although she kept her image off line to enable her to perform such under cover investigations, Halley was, of course, a well known entertainment journalist.

Yet she still feigned great shock at the granduer. Her eyes were wide open, as was often her mouth as she complimented Tommy with wow and unbelievable and beautiful and a couple of dozen other words. She made sure that he noticed her noticing the musical instruments and recording equipment before asking, "Are you some kind of musician?"

She listened to his answer, responded with more awe, then gave Tommy the grimacing expression that had accompanied her request earlier to use his bathroom. After he showed he where it was, Halley reached out to hand him the shirt that she still had, taking off and surrendering Tommy's Ray-Bans, too.

"Sorry, I wasn't still keeping them hostage," she joked. After he took his things, Halley let her gaze fall to Tommy's well sculpted chest for just a moment before looking back up. She flashed him a flirtatious smile, then -- as she headed for the bathroom -- Halley asked, "So ... is there a Missus Knight in Shining Armor who'll be pissed if I was to use your shower...? I'm kinda a mess ... salt and sand every where."

As if to indicate what she meant by everywhere, Halley pulled the matted tee out from the breasts to which it was still glues, shaking it a bit. She asked, "Would you mind?"

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Suddenly, Halley caught movement out of the corner of her eye. She looked to the mezzanine level above her to find another woman ... and not just another woman ... but a very beautiful woman. The playful expression on her face faded quickly as she thought, Aaaaaaah ... fuck.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Tommy led her through the house, chuckling a bit to himself as she ogled the spacious and luxurious house. “I had much the same reaction,” he explained. In all honesty, the environs were a bit much for his taste, but the recording studio had been custom built to specifications laid out by Dave Grohl himself, and Tommy respected his friends’ ear enough to overlook what the corporate office had done with the rest of the house to accommodate certain other acts he shared a label with.

“Uh, no, there’s not, and no, I don’t mind,” he was saying as they came to a stop in front of the bathroom, and then he smirked, following her eyes past his shoulder, already knowing who was standing there behind him before she spoke.

“Did you bring home a new playmate for us, Tommy?” the woman asked, stepping forward. The busty, curvy redhead was a bra and panties, and a red plaid shirt, something clearly borrowed.

“Lucy, that’s my shirt” Tommy said with a smile. “And this is Halley. I found her wandering the beach half naked and figured you’d appreciate a little company while I work.” He turned back to Halley. “Unless you’re in a hurry to get somewhere, after your, uh, shower?”

Lucy pouted playfully, smirking as she came closer. “But I was just about to hop in there!”

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[AngelEyes1994]

Halley studied the woman intently as she descended from the mezzanine and neared her. The entertainment reporter knew very well what the woman with the bottle red hair was: slut or hooker ... or both.

“But I was just about to hop in there!”

When the woman was just a few steps away, Halley casually stepped aside from the bathroom's entrance. She said politely, "I can wait. I wouldn't want to, um ... waist any of your valuable time."

Halley's implication that Lucy was being paid to be here was anything but subtle. Ironically, Halley herself was earning her living being here and, if necessary, she was prepared to fuck Tommy, too. So, was there a difference between the two women? In Halley's mind there was. This Lucy -- presuming she was what Halley thought she was -- came here specifically to fuck and would pick her pay up from the lamp table as she left. And what about Halley herself? She might end up spreading her legs to Tommy, but her pay day didn't come from the Rocker's pocket, it came from the readers of her tabloid articles and online blog. And that was all Halley needed to justify her actions and maintain her self respect.

Would anyone else see a difference between the two? Probably not.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Tommy heard the polite tone to Halley’s voice, but her emphasis on the word valuable left little doubt to what she actually thought of Lucy, regardless of the truth of the matter.

He coughed, turning both girls’ heads. “My assistant’s time is quite valuable,” he stated, doing his best to cover for Lucy as he saw the indignation rise in her eyes.

Lucy smiled, even as Tommy’s heart raced, and turned to look at the brunette. “As is Tommy’s,” she said. “Perhaps you could join me, to free him up to work his magic?” she suggested with a playful smirk. Tommy’s jaw dropped a bit at the comment, but at the same time, he wasn’t surprised.

After all, he and Lucy had quite a bit of history…

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Halley was facing a real conundrum: sure, she knew that she might have to sleep with Tommy at some point to keep his interest and, thusly, keep her proximity to him and the story she was chasing; but she hadn't at all contemplated the idea that she'd be getting naked with the Rocker's assistant simply for their perverted joy.

Then again, she'd been naked with -- sweaty with, ecstatic with, etc. -- women before. Hell, most of the sexual encounters Halley had enjoyed in her post-high school years of sex had involved another female, either singularly or with another warm body. So, what was one more? And it would certainly pique Tommy's interest in her. And it wasn't like she had to do something with this woman. The pair of them were just testing her sluttiness, right?

"Sure, why not?" Halley said, conspicuously looking the redhead up and down as if eager to get naked with her. Then she turned to Tommy and negotiated, "On the condition that you play one of your songs for me afterward. You write, don't you? I can't imagine someone has all of this--" She swept a hand to indicate all of the recording equipment and musical instruments. She continued, "--to record covers of other peoples' music."

 

[The_J0k3R]

Tommy smirked a bit, and nodded. “You’d be right,” be replied. He could feel the blood rushing to his loins at the thought of Lucy and Halley in the shower. It had been a while, but he had seen Lucy in action with another girl and she was… voracious.

If, of course, that was what Lucy actually had in mind. Tommy could never be sure with her.

“And I’d be happy to play a song for you,” he said. “I know just the one.” His eyes locked with Lucy’s, and then Halley's. He smiled a wicked grin. “Enjoy, ladies,” he said, before turning and walking towards the studio.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Halley watched Tommy walk away, not necessarily to see what he was doing next but to not look at Lucy and see the expression on her face. Whore, she thought to herself before finally looking to the other woman, sweeping a hand toward the bathroom, and saying without an expression, "After you."

Lucy smiled broadly -- triumphantly. She glanced Tommy's direction ... sort of. She was actually looking to the tall mirrors that were part of the inner wall's modern décor. Tommy was walking directly at them, and in their reflection, she could see her current money man smirking back her direction. She looked back to Halley for just a moment, then turned and headed down the hall and into the bathroom.

Halley gave Tommy once last look as well, but unlike the true whore, she didn't catch him looking her way. She turned and followed behind Lucy ... and to both her dismay and her delight, Halley couldn't help but the beauty's tight ass shifting and bouncing with each bare footed step.

By the time she reached the door, Lucy had already shed the shirt that Halley knew wasn't her own and yet somehow couldn't imagine Tommy wearing in public. Then again, who knew with his type. These Rocker types were constantly reinventing themselves. It was part of the allure of them, and part of Halley's allure to the story.

Lucy turned to face the reporter, reached to her back, and snapped the strapless bra loose. It practically sprung forth to the bathroom floor, revealing the woman's amazing though obviously doctor enhanced breasts. She smiled as she reached to her panties, preparing to shed them as well.

Before her, Halley remained expressionless as she turned to look out into the living room again. Tommy had, by this time, turned to look their way again. The story hunter stared at him for a moment, unsure of whether she should be resentful of the turn of events or grateful. Which ever conclusion she arrived at, she gave Tommy a satisfied smile, then a wink, to ensure that he knew she was happy to be inside the bathroom with the now naked woman...



It was nearly 40 minutes later before the bathroom door opened again. Lucy emerged first, wearing a bath towel wrapped sarong style around her waist, her impressive breasts on full display. She headed directly for the stairs, though in no hurry, flashing a satisfied smile to Tommy. Her hands were full of both women's clothes as she said, "Gonna do some laundry. You two have fun, 'kay?"

A moment later, Halley emerged as well. She wore a thick, white robe that showed off her cleavage but hung low enough to hide her lower body clear to her knees. If it hadn't been for the home's air conditioning, she probably would have broken into sweats from the thick cotton.

Halley watched after Lucy until the woman disappeared into the hallway that shot off the mezzanine. She then made her way slowly toward where Tommy was working. She pulled the lower hem of the robe up high, almost exposing her groin, to enable herself to sit in a big, cushy chair a dozen feet from Tommy. She studied him for a long moment.

"Play me a song," she said with a friendly tone. Continuing with her tale that she didn't know who he was, she asked, "What kind of music do you write...? Rock? Country?" She chuckled. "Gregorian chant?"

 

[The_J0k3R]

Tommy had been lost in the creative process. Headphones on, guitar plugged in to the soundboard, the huge computer screen in front of him showing several tracks laid down. Drums, bass, piano, rhythm, vocals. He had been about to begin on his favorite part, the lead guitar lines and solo, when he had seen Lucy stroll by, tits on display and a very satisfied look on her face, and he decided it was time to take a break.

Halley joined him moments later, clad in nothing but one of Lucy’s robes, sitting down and teasing plenty of skin for his viewing pleasure. She seemed quite satisfied herself, and Tommy’s mind ran a bit wild wondering just what had happened in the shower. They had certainly taken their time.

“Rock ‘n roll, but I bring a lot of different influences to the songs,” Tommy replied to her query, setting his jet black Les Paul down in the nearby guitar stand. He nodded to the guitar. “That’s Miranda, by the way. I know I’m a nerd, I name my guitars. But they are all special to me.” He picked up a beat-up looking old acoustic Fender dreadnought. “This is Jessica,” he explained. “She was my first.” His eyes drifted, as if going back in time for a moment, before blinking and returning, refocusing on the sexy brunette in front of him. “I wrote this song with her, but you’ve probably never heard it like this before,” he said, and gave her a playful wink.

He started strumming, a simple, somewhat familiar progression. He made the small flourishes and accents seem easy under his deft fingers, and then started singing, and that was when Halley would recognize the song Long Lost, his first single to hit number one, the tune that put him on the map and launched a ten year career.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“Rock ‘n roll, but I bring a lot of different influences to the songs.”

Halley knew that was an understatement. Tommy's last album had hit the Top Ten lists and had number ones on several different charts, though she wasn't sure exactly how many.

The song he began playing sounded immediately familiar, but Tommy's comment that she'd never heard it done that way was entirely accurate. Played acoustic and at a slower pace, it reminded her of some of the work Eric Clapton and others had done years earlier for MTV's Unplugged. She was kicking herself for not having brought her purse with her to the chair. Inside it was a highly advanced eavesdropping device designed for police and military applications that she'd gotten from a friend in the FBI in exchange for a fiery weekend of sex in The Bahamas a couple of years back.

Once she'd gotten past her disappointment of not recording Tommy's performance, Halley found herself in awe of the Rocker's talent. Over the years she'd discovered that most of today's pop musicians weren't worth listening to without a skilled engineer manipulating their voices, instruments, or both into something that might sell on the radio. But Tommy ... well, by the time he finished Long Lost, Halley was ready to run to a computer and download everything he'd ever put out.

"That's amazing," she told him after the strings of the guitar had ceased vibrating. It was a sincere compliment, not the feigned one she'd been practicing and ready to give. "I recognized that. I mean, there was a different version on the radio once, right? Was that you...? Or did you write it for someone else?"

Halley knew that eventually she would tell Tommy Oh! You're THAT guy! Wow! But for now, she still felt she could get closer to him and his current project if she made it clear she wasn't a groupie looking to hang out with him just 'cause he was Tommy O'Brien.

As he answered, Halley let a leg slide out from below the hem line of the robe. It was a casual move and didn't expose anything too personal. But Tommy nonetheless reacted.

"So, are you going to ... what do they call it...? Produce anything...? You know, put out a song? I'd love to hear something new."

She perked up, sitting on her knees, which caused one tit to almost fall out of the robe as the lapels below the bow tied at her waist opened to show her thighs to within just inches of her groin.

"Like Jessica, maybe I could be your first," she said with a sultry tone. Then she giggled, clarifying, "First to hear it, I mean."

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[The_J0k3R]

"That's amazing," she told him after the strings of the guitar had ceased vibrating. It was a sincere compliment, not the feigned one she'd been practicing and ready to give. "I recognized that. I mean, there was a different version on the radio once, right? Was that you...? Or did you write it for someone else?"

Tommy smirked a little at her questions. “Well, judging by my royalty checks… It’s still playing on the radio,” he said. He nodded. “I wrote it, sang it, recorded it. Yeah. I’m Tommy O’Brien.” He blushed a little bit. It felt odd having to claim his own fame. For too long he had felt like he couldn’t go anywhere without being recognized, without having people fawning over him and his fame. And it wasn’t his intention to inspire such a reaction in this young woman.

He watched her leg slide out a bit, her soft supple flesh displayed for him. It almost seemed like the only parts of her not on display were her most private parts, and even those were in danger of falling right out!


"So, are you going to ... what do they call it...? Produce anything...? You know, put out a song? I'd love to hear something new."

She perked up, sitting on her knees, which caused one tit to almost fall out of the robe as the lapels below the bow tied at her waist opened to show her thighs to within just inches of her groin.

"Like Jessica, maybe I could be your first," she said with a sultry tone. Then she giggled, clarifying, "First to hear it, I mean."

Tommy was terribly distracted by her openly, almost brazenly, displayed flesh, but still he shook his head. “None of the new songs are really quite ready for public consumption just yet,” he replied, scratching his head. He waved a hand at the computer screen, “But yeah, I do most of the work. There are a couple producers who handle some of the mixing and promotion and shit, but all the music is mine.”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"Tommy O'Brien...?" Halley asked with only a slight bit of awe in her expression and tone. "Yeah, I've heard of you. You have a couple of hits, right?"

The cat and mouse was fun for Halley. Most women would have been throwing herself at the Rocker by now. Of course, she could see in Tommy's eyes that she looked like she wasn't too far from doing so herself.

Again, Halley caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Lucy was descending the stairs, now dressed in tall heels and a skin tight dress that barely reached above her nipples and below her ass cheeks. The assistant-whore wore a sly smile as her gaze shifted between Tommy and Halley.

"He has work to do," she said to the house guest as she reached the living room and headed up to stand directly between the two. She blew a kiss to Tommy, then turned to look down into Halley's face ... cleavage ... then face again. She suggested, "Maybe you could come back another day."

Even though Lucy's invitation might have sounded more like a dismissal, Halley knew from their conversation behind the bathroom door that the woman actually did want her to return soon.

"Sure," Halley said, standing. The movement put her just inches from Lucy, and the two stared into one another's eyes for a moment before Halley leaned to look beyond the other woman. She asked Tommy with a flirtatious smile, "Can I come back?"

 

[The_J0k3R]

Tommy O'Brien...?" Halley asked with only a slight bit of awe in her expression and tone. "Yeah, I've heard of you. You have a couple of hits, right?"


Tommy smirked, struck a discordant chord on the guitar before flipping it in his hands and replacing it in the nearby guitar stand. “A couple, yeah,” he replied. Understatement of the century.

Lucy returned and, true to her job, was ushering their houseguest out, even as she issued an invitation to return. Halley was looking to Tommy for confirmation. Tommy’s mind was running rampant with curiosity as to just what had happened between the two gorgeous women behind closed doors, but he knew better than to ask. Perhaps they were being coy just for the sake of messing with him. Regardless, he assumed he’d never get the full truth out of either of them, and he was content to leave it to his imagination to fill in the gaps, even as he saw their secret, shared looks.

“Absolutely,” he said. “Tonight. Dinner. And, uh, whatever the kids are calling it these days. Netflix and chill?” he said with a smirk, his eyes locked with Halley’s.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"Netflix and chill?”

Halley smiled back at Tommy as Lucy guided her to and up the stairs. As they ascended, she gave him a wink at his suggestion. She wanted him to think she was open to opening to him, but she wasn't committing anything yet. She was here to get a story, of course, but ... fucking the Rocker? She wasn't there, yet. But then again, she was standing on the threshold.

Upstairs, Lucy fished Halley's panties and tee shirt out of the dryer. As the assistant returned toward the entertainment writer, she asked, "What's your end game here?"

Halley struck a confused expression, asking innocently, "What do you mean?"

"In the bathroom," Lucy continued, tossing the clothing next to the skirt that was already on the bed of the room she used when she stayed over which was more often than not, "you said you didn't know who Tommy was when you met him."

"I didn't," Halley replied with her best feigned honestly. "I was swim--"

"Bull shit," Lucy interrupted with just enough volume and insistence to halt Halley. She paused, waiting to see if the other woman would change her story, and when she didn't Lucy continued, "I'm going down to tell Tommy you're running a scam on him ... and you'll be out before--"

"I knew who he was," Halley cut in. Seeing the victorious expression on Lucy's face, she continued, "I heard he had a house here in the neighborhood. I wanted to meet him."

"Why?"

Halley donned a surprised expression that was part real, part feigned. "He's Tommy O'Brien! Who wouldn't want to meet him?"

"You know him," Lucy repeated, getting an affirmative nod from Halley from what was more of a statement than a question. "And you know his work." Again, same response. "And you just wanted to hang." Again. After a moment of staring at Halley, Lucy asked suggestively, "And chill?"

This time Halley hesitated. It was one thing to wink down to Tommy at his suggestion that they might fuck tonight. But to tell his assistant -- who had, without actually saying so, made it clear earlier in the bathroom that she was Tommy's lover -- that she was ready to get nasty was a step she had hoped not to take. If Lucy was agreeable to Halley becoming Tommy's lover, committing now would mean she had no way out. She could flirt with the man and commit to his assistant, then back out. And if Lucy was not agreeable, it meant she wouldn't be coming back at all. Lucy could stop Halley from returning, and then her story was dead before she ever got the details for it.

"I like Tommy," Halley begun tentatively. "If he was interested in me, I could ... I could see it happening." Halley knew what she had to do to make this go her way. She stepped a bit closer to Lucy, looking deeply into her eyes as she continued, "But I know you have a special place in his life right now. And ... I wouldn't want to cross you."

Halley gave Lucy a moment to contemplate what was essentially submission to the presumed Alpha Female of the house before continuing with a more flirtatious tone that she truly meant, "I'd like to come back, Lucy. What do I have to do to make that happen?"

Lucy studied Halley for a moment before reaching out to untie the robe, pulling it from the reporter's shoulders and dropping it to the carpet around her feet. Halley's heart began to beat faster and harder, imagining that to get to Tommy she was going to have to go through Lucy first ... sexually satisfyingly through. But then, Lucy turned and headed for the closed closet doors.

"Put your clothes on, your leaving," the assistant said. "I already called you a cab."

A cab...? Halley thought. As she watched Lucy digging through her closet, Halley realized that Lucy was playing her just as well as Halley was playing Tommy. She snatched up her clothes and began donning them. When Lucy returned, she had a loose fitting blouse that she tossed onto the bed, giving Halley something that would be a little more suitable for her public flight from the Rocker's home.

"I'll walk you out," Lucy told her, walking past Halley for the door. She waited in the hallway, and when Halley -- now fully dressed -- caught up to her, she informed the reporter that they'd be using the back stairs so as to not bother Tommy. They worked their away around to the front of the house where, indeed, a cab was waiting. The assistant stopped several yards short, but as Halley passed by Lucy ordered, "Give me your phone."

Halley hesitated, then fished into her purse and handed over her cell. I'm blown, she thought to herself, knowing that some of the numbers in her contacts list and recent calls would identify her as an entertainment reporter. But all Lucy did was tap in a phone number, listen to ensure that the called number -- her phone inside the house -- was getting the call, then disconnect and toss the phone back.

"I'll call you ... if we decide to invite you back," Lucy said, turning and simply walking away. She called out without turning, "Cab's paid for."

Halley watched the other woman until she disappeared beyond the front door, then got in the cab, thinking to herself about the bathroom encounter, I should have fucked her.

The cab ride was short, down to the private beach access where she had parked. She pulled a twenty from her purse, giving it to the cabbie along with instructions to run up the meter for twenty miles. The cabbie didn't even hesitate to agree to the unusual request, waving before speeding off into the slowly approaching dusk.

Halley left the private neighborhood as well, stopping for a much needed meal as she called and explained to her editor what she had and hadn't learned.

"That's not nearly enough," the woman told Halley. "You're going back?"

"Don't know," the reporter answered. They chatted some more about Halley's assignment until the editor asked if she had slept with O'Brien. "No! Of course not."

"But you will."

Halley laughed aloud. Her editor wasn't asking Halley, she was telling her. Halley hesitated before simply saying, "I'll keep in touch."



The call for dinner that night didn't come. Halley almost dialed Lucy back several times but didn't. She couldn't press the assistant or she'd be shut out before she even got in. The night passed ... as did the next ... and a third! Halley's editor was pressing her to make the call to Lucy, and to shut the woman up Halley claimed to have left a message.

It wasn't until the fourth day that Lucy's number finally popped up on Halley's phone -- at 3am! -- with a text that said Be here within the hour. Wear something sexy.

Halley was out of bed, in and out of the shower, dressed, and out the door in twenty minutes, skillfully French braiding her hair as she crossed the parking lot to her Mercedes. She shot through the night, watching carefully for cop cars and, thankfully, not finding any as she was typically 20mph over the speed limit.

Arriving at the gate to the private community, she got a hungry ogle and subsequent permissive wave from the guard at the gate. She pulled up at Tommy's house without any idea what she was going to find ... celebrity party? ... small intimate dinner? ... one on one with Tommy? ...threesome with him and Lucy? ...or maybe a setup in which Lucy had uncovered her identity and was going to press her on it?

 

[The_J0k3R]

When Lucy opened the door for the brunette reporter, she looked… exhausted. While the red-headed assistant had been impeccably put together and made up when they had first met, tonight, at four in the morning, she looked like she had been through hell.

From somewhere deep within the house, presumably the music studio, a cacophony of music, sounds, guitar and piano and drums could be heard. It didn’t make a lick of sense as music to any casual listener.

“Listen,” Lucy began, “first, thank you for coming on such short notice. I’m really sorry it had to be this way, but… I didn’t know what else to do.” She looked over her shoulder, tentatively, before turning back to Halley. She took a deep breath before continuing. “And I need you to know this is a very… sensitive situation. And I’m putting an awful lot of trust in you just to let you in here right now, but… I’m going to need you to give me your phone before you go any further.”

Lucy watched as Halley considered, for a short moment, and then fished the phone out of her purse and handed it over.

“Thank you,” Lucy said. Another deep breath. “I don’t know what to do,” she confessed. “I don’t know if one of the producers or one of the musicians gave him something, or what, but… Tommy hasn’t slept since you were here last. He’s been working almost non-stop.” She blushed a bit and lowered her eyes. “I tried to… wear him out, but he wore me out instead and went right back to it.”

She looked back up at Halley. “Twice.”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Halley's mind was filled with thoughts, many of them conflicting with one another. On one hand, his potential drug use was a helluva boost to her story. The public loved to see stars fall from the sky. On the other hand, she felt kind of sorry for him if it was the making of someone else, his manager of whomever. Halley had once been drugged and date raped, not that she remembered anything of it but waking up alone in a nasty motel room.

She also felt a bit sorry for Lucy. It was obvious by her distraught expression and body language that she likely hadn't gotten much sleep over the past hundred hours or so either. And the fact that Lucy had called on a woman she didn't know and obviously didn't yet trust. That spoke volumes about how desperate she was.

"Twice," confirmed Halley's suspicions that one of Lucy's primary duties was to fulfill Tommy's sexual needs. Only problem was, it hadn't ended with the result she'd been after.

"I'll see what I can do," Halley said. She stepped up close to Lucy, taking the assistant's hands into her own as she said with empathy, "Go to bed. Get some sleep. Trust me. I won't let him hurt himself."

Halley's last comment was came from experience dealing with such people as Tommy. Sometimes, their intense creativity led to behavior and accidents that were harmful and, tragically, sometimes fatal. Over her short career, four celebrities she had written intensively about had died from accidents, and not a single one of them had meant to kill themselves.

Halley inconspicuously reached into her purse to activate the listening device hidden in the bottom of it as she followed Lucy through the magnificent house. She stopped when she they reached the studio area and the movement before him caught Tommy's attention. Halley smiled politely to him, waving tentatively as if nervous about being a sexy nobody in the presence of a major star. Lucy continued all the way to the Rocker, leaned in to whisper to him, kiss him, then withdraw. She caught Halley by the hand as she passed, mouthed Thank you, and continued onward to and up the stairs.

Halley continued over into the studio until she was just a couple of feet from Tommy. She reached a hand out to touch his face softly, intimately. "Honey, you look awful. When was the last time you slept?"

She took his hand and urged him off his seat, adding with a sympathetic tone, "Come with me. Let me take care of you, Tommy."

 

[The_J0k3R]

It took Tommy a minute before his addled mind put the pieces together. The brunette, from the beach, a few days ago…

“Wet tee shirt,” he muttered, smiling a bit. He sniffed, hard, watching her approach even as he watched Lucy leave, a bit of a smirk playing across his face as he recalled how he had worn her out over the past couple of days. She had always been a very fun lay.

He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest. She was reaching out to him, touching him, urging him away from his work. “Too much to do,” he said, shaking his head. He grabbed her hand, firmly. “Unless you’re here to party,” he said, a lascivious grin playing across his face as he eyed her curves in the tight, revealing white dress.

“I guess Lucy didn’t want to party anymore? Are you her reinforcements?” he asked, sniffing a bit again.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Hannah resisted being pulled to Tommy without appearing to be resisting him. She gave him a wide, flirtatious smile as she responded, "I might be, but..."

She manipulated their grips on one another to take hold of both of his hands. "I want you to be at your best when I ... you know."

She leaned in close and sniffed conspicuously. She laughed as she said, "Tommy, you smell." She hoped her next comment might be enough to lure him away from his studio as she said, "C'mon ... let's get you into a bath tub, and ... if you play your cards right ... I might join you."

She tugged at him...

 

[The_J0k3R]

...and he pulled his hand away from her. With a playful grin, he made a show of leaning his head down to smell his own armpits, and grimaced mockingly. “You’re right,” he said.

“You go up those stairs, first door on the right is my room,” he said. “Warm up the shower for me, and if you play your cards right, maybe I’ll let you join me in the hot tub afterwards,” he said. He reached under the desk and opened a mini-refrigerator. He pulled out two bottles of champagne.

“Put these on ice for us while you’re at it,” he told her, before turning back to the massive computer display. With a click he shut off the chaotic sounds that had filled the room, took a deep breath, and sniffed again.

He was craving another line. The cocaine he’d been supplied with was top notch, pure and smooth.

“Wait,” he said. “Do a line with me first.” He was already dumping the powder out on the desk.

It wasn’t a question. From the way he said it, it was a test.