“Why should I? We all know that’s exactly what I am. I’m not trying to polish that turd. I refuse to be ashamed of my humble beginnings. I’ve got nothing to hide.” Game on.
“I’m not saying that you’ve got anything to hide, or that you should be ashamed, but there’s no need to play up that shit, either. We all know you’re a long way from your street-busking, Artful Dodger days. You’re one of the world’s most highly trained and accomplished musicians. It wouldn’t fucking hurt you to act like who you are, for once, instead of who you used to be.”
“Bullshit. That’s not who I used to be. It’s who I am. Right now. Today. Every day. Forever. You can take the boy from the streets, but…” He spread his arms out expansively in his legendary “here I am in all my cocky glory” pose.
“Whatever dude. I’m just saying wear a fucking shirt and don’t show up reeking of vodka and pussy. Is that too much to ask for a business meeting? You’re a millionaire, not a fucking bum.”
He flipped me off. Mission accomplished. That was always his answer when he had no answer.
Chapter 2
Rome
* * *
Speaking of pussy, as if on cue, the door to my suite opened and out stepped last night’s company. A model, if I remembered correctly.
“Morning, Carla. This is my father, King. At least you’d think he was my father with the way he rides my ass like one.”
She looked confused—quite rightly so—her gaze darting quickly between the two of us. I mean, I’d be confused about a father and son conversation conducted when both were butt naked in the bathroom connecting their hotel suites, and at least one of the two was sporting wood, too.
“King, meet the delightful Carla.”
“It’s Carolina, actually. Caro for short.” She smiled lightly, not seeming altogether too concerned that I’d spent most of the night screwing her like my life depended on it, but wasn’t entirely sure of her name.
“That too. King, Caro. Caro, King.”
King nodded her way, after taking the time to survey her from head to toe, and, judging by the fact that his dick had sprung back to life, he was fairly impressed by what he saw.
Carla/Carolina/Caro returned the favor, taking in his fine form—including his hard-on—with a slow sweep of her eyes. A small smile graced her lips as she sashayed closer to me. When she was in front of me, she used her index finger to draw a trail across my collar bone, then dragged it slowly down the center of my chest to my waist, then lower still.
She hesitated when she got to the start of my dark brown pubes, hovering close enough to my stiff dick that I could feel the heat radiating from her palm, but not close enough to touch it. She was waiting for me to make the next move, and I didn’t hesitate in taking the hint.
I reached up and pulled gently on her neck, bringing her lips to mine, before using my other hand to pull roughly at her waist, jerking her body toward me. I kept my gaze locked with King’s as I kissed Caro harder, shoving my mouth roughly onto hers. She kissed me back, savage in her intensity, and at the same time lifting her leg to hook it behind my butt.
I stepped back a little, so that I was resting against the vanity to stabilize us. I reached over to the box of condoms I’d discarded there the previous night and slipped one on quickly, only breaking gazes with King long enough to get the deed done. While I looked away, he’d gripped his dick, and as I pounded in and out of Carolina, he pumped hard, just as he had been when I’d walked into the bathroom a few minutes earlier.
By now Carolina had both legs wrapped around me, and was riding me wildly, plundering my mouth at the same time. King’s gaze shifted slightly, and I turned my head, pulling my lips from Caro’s in order to see what he was focused on. Looking over my shoulder, I realized he was eye-fucking her in the mirror behind us.
I turned toward him again, sliding my lips back onto Carolina’s. She had good lips. Plump and firm, but not cosmetically enhanced. Just how I liked them. King met my eyes again, and for the next few minutes we eye-fucked while I dick-fucked Carolina, and he solo-fucked his hand. Then he slid his gaze back to hers in the mirror, and we carried on like that, alternating until I, for one, couldn’t hold back anymore.
I picked up the pace and intensity, sliding back and forth inside the sexy model harder and faster, until I felt the telltale clench around me. Two more deep, hard thrusts and she was there. As her orgasm kicked off, and she came loudly and unselfconsciously, I did the same, slamming my eyes shut as I got lost in the oblivion of my climax. King’s grunts of pleasure told me he was doing the same, though I had no idea if he was still watching Carolina and me, and I didn’t really care.
When I came down from my high and opened my eyes again, surveying the scene, King was back under the shower, lathering himself for the third time that day, and Carolina was looking at me as though awaiting her next instruction.
“Hey, babe, that was great. Last night, too, but I gotta call it a day. Or night, or whatever. Go get dressed. I need to take a shower. We have a meeting to go to, and apparently I’m supposed to look half presentable, or some shit.”
I flicked my gaze over to King again, and he was looking straight at me, smirking. He knew he’d won this particular battle, but we both knew that I always won the wars.
“Sure thing. No problem.” She actually looked and sounded like she meant it, too. My kind of girl. She unfolded her gazelle-like legs and slid gently off my dick, then stood on tiptoes, swiping a quick kiss across my lips.
“Ciao.” She turned toward King, giving him a small wave. She sauntered back into my room, as though it was every day she fucked one guy while both she and he eye-fucked his best friend. Then again, maybe it was.
King opened the shower screen and stepped out of the stall, tying the thick, fluffy hotel towel around his waist.
“Okay, so what are you waiting for? Hit the shower like you said, otherwise you’ll fail at the reeking of pussy part. Seriously, I hate these meetings with the label suits at the best of times, but this one is giving me a bad feeling from the get-go. Something just doesn’t sit right, especially with all the shit that’s been going on over there.”
I walked into the shower and turned it back on. “Dude, you worry too much. I’m sure it’s some typical boring business bullshit. Don’t sweat it.”
Chapter 3
Quincy
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As I pulled into the underground parking lot at Audio Dissonance Records, a feeling of dread settled in the pit of my stomach. I hated these types of meetings at the best of times, but with the merger of ADR and Sonic Bully Records, a meeting could only mean bad news for me.
Everyone with half a brain cell knew that deals like this were never what they seemed, and weren’t ever equal. Companies didn’t go into these negotiations with an evenly loaded deck, and the general rule was that the smaller and/or financially weaker of the two was inevitably swallowed by the bigger, stronger one.
Unfortunately for me, my contract was with the little fish that was just about to get lost in the belly of the whale. I had no idea what that meant for me, but my gut told me that I was Jonah, about to be cast adrift, and some time spent poring over job ads was in my not-too-distant future. Shit.