6 comments/ 44774 views/ 8 favorites Christina's New Bassist By: greatowl Jack finished his solo with a little flourish. A funky run he knew those hip hop types loved. He hated showing off, but if it got him this gig, then he was willing to play fancy. He'd been struggling as a bassist for the last few years; floating from gig to gig, trying to make a name for himself as a jazz player. He'd done a couple of sideman slots on some second rate albums, but wasn't satisfied with any of them. He'd been shopping a demo he'd made to several of the smaller jazz labels without any luck. A drummer he knew casually set him up with this audition for Christina Aguleria's band and he'd been more than happy for the opportunity. This gig, if he got it, paid thirty-thousand dollars for three months work and would pay all his rent and bills for a year. The money was too good to pass up. "Would you mind playing a little more?" The manager asked him. "Sure. What you wanna hear?" "Maybe something a little more jazzy." 'OK,' he thought. 'You want jazzy? I can do that.' He launched into one of his own pieces. A mid tempo number with a lot of changes. It was incredibly easy to play on an electric bass, as he didn't have to reach for notes like he did on his upright. He pounded away, playing the song the way he would if it was his gig, and not some audition for a pop singer he'd yet to see and a couple of starfucker management types. As the last notes faded from the amplifier, Jack knew he'd done well. Screw that, he'd done great. He was head and shoulders above the other idiots who'd turned out. He just hoped that they'd seen that too. "Thank you. What's your name again?" Forgotten so soon? "Jack. Jack McAllister." "Thank you, Jack. Would you mind waiting around with the others while we make a decision?" "No problem." He lifted his bass from his shoulders and went to one of the empty chairs next to the other wannabes. He looked at his competition and a worry entered his mind. All of these guys couldn't hold a candle to his chops, put they all had style in spades; something he was sorely lacking. They were all wearing the right clothes. They had the right hair. Walked the right way. He shook his head. This was a pop gig. Why hadn't he dressed up? They weren't going to hire a music geek. Jack suddenly felt self-conscious. His glasses and clothes screamed, 'Dork!' Oh, well. If he ever got a chance like this again, he'd be sure to wear something besides clothing he'd bought at the Goodwill. The fat guy who'd introduced himself as Buddy or some shit like that, stood and faced the group of eight guys. "Gentlemen, first of all thank you for your time. It was a difficult decision, but we've decided to go with Mr. McAllister for this tour. Thanks again for coming out. Please help yourselves to any food and drinks before we close up shop." The other cats looked crestfallen. Jack couldn't believe his luck. 'No fucking way,' he thought, the vision of paid bills dancing in his head. 'I don't know why they picked me but I sure as hell ain't gonna argue.' The rejects stomped off, leaving Jack alone in the chairs, stupidly clutching his bass, unsure of what happened next. Buddy came over and Jack stood. "Welcome aboard," Buddy said, shaking Jack's hand vigorously. "You've really got some chops. Christina loved it." Jack was confused. She wasn't here. He'd looked around before he'd gone on and hadn't seen any sign of her. The manager smiled and gestured to the mixing board. There was a blond woman, not much taller than the mixer. Was that her? Damn she was tiny. Maybe five feet tall at best. She waved and started over to where they were standing. "That was tight, man." She said, bouncing on her heels. "You can play the shit out of that thing." He smiled and was unsure of what to say to her. Ok. Time to come clean. Truth be told, he owned her records. They were a guilty pleasure and he loved the fact that she actually had a voice, not some studio engineered vocal chords. Not to mention she was fucking gorgeous. "I guess you're not much of a talker, either." She said, laughing at the pregnant pause. "I'm sorry. I'm just shocked I got the gig." 'Way to be, moron', he thought. 'Introduce yourself.' "Sorry. I'm Jack. Nice to meet you." Her hand looked like a child's in his. He had to be at least a foot taller than her. "Cool," she said, politely ignoring his stupid rambling. "Rehearsals start tomorrow at eight-thirty. You good with that?" He nodded his head. Hell yeah it was all right. For thirty g's he was pretty amiable to any situation. She said goodbye and bounded off, leaving him staring at what he realized was one tight little body. Work was gonna be good. Rehearsals took up most of the month. After he'd deposited the check, he practically floated into the bank, he'd gone out and gotten pretty drunk, marveling at his own good fortune. He'd woken up at six when the alarm had shocked him from sleep, reminding him that you had to earn thirty thousand dollars. They'd practiced twelve hours a day, six days a week for that month. The charts weren't very difficult, so he'd spent most of his time watching his new boss. Christina wasn't there for the first two weeks, owing to the fact that she was mixing her new album. But, boy, when she showed up, you knew it. She dove right in to rehearsals and sang like she was in front of twenty-thousand people. Jack was positioned to the right of the drummer, so he had a perfect few of her ass as she sang. 'It's totally harmless,' he thought to himself. 'Millions of guys check her out, I'm just one more.' They'd gotten the set perfected and they spent the last few days with her and her choreographers. She had a team of guys directing her every move during the show. Jack was fascinated by how much went into pop shows. There was so much moving around to remember. Stand here until this happens. Then move over here so your ass doesn't catch fire when the pyro goes off. It wasn't the kind of thing he thought he'd ever get used to. The night before the tour was supposed to kick off, Christina invited everyone in the band to her house for dinner and drinks. Her place was huge. It was this steel and glass monstrosity up the hills, with a view of everything. Jack was sure he'd never eaten so well in his life. He gorged on food and soon found himself wandering around, not really in the mood for conversation. There was a plasma tv, bigger than his front door hanging on the wall in what he guessed was the living room. After staring enviously at it for a while, he noticed the baby grand in the corner. "Damn," he said to no one. "I need to get one of those." He glanced around and, seeing nobody, flipped the cover up and started to play. He wasn't nearly as good at piano as he was at bass, but if you're going to be a good player, you needed to know how to play piano. He dicked around a little, working the stiffness from his fingers, and finally settled into 'Watermelon Man' by Herbie Hancock. It was a fun tune and you could get crazy with it. After eight bars or so, he settled into a brazilian rhythm and just played. When he hit that last chord, he stepped on the sustain pedal and let those last notes just decay off into silence. Playing a piano was almost as good as sex, and he intended to savor the moment. The staccato beat of someone clapping broke his reverie. He looked up to see Christina, his new boss, standing in the doorway. He stood up immediately and closed the lid. "I'm...I'm sorry. I should have asked your permission before...shit...Sorry." He thrust his hands in his pockets and crossed his fingers, hoping she wouldn't fire his ass for this. "Don't apologize," she said, stepping into the cavernous room. "That was cool. I didn't know you could play piano, too." "Um...yeah. I play a couple of instruments, but bass is my main thing. You have to be versatile if you want to be good...I mean...you know." 'Why am I babbling like this?' he thought. 'Just shut your trap and maybe you'll get to keep your job.' "That's dope. Will you play something else for me?" She sat down in an oversize chair next to the piano and looked up at him. God she was cute. Her blond hair framed her face beautifully. He found himself staring at her, getting a little turned on. 'Don't you fucking dare,' he yelled into the recesses of his head. 'Just sit down and play something.' "What do you want me to play?" He asked in a much squeakier voice than he usually had. "Anything. Whatever you want." She settled into the chair and gave him a smile that caused his cock to leap in his jeans. He sat down quickly to hide the bulge and played some scales to calm himself down. "To be honest, I can't really think of anything to play," he confessed, after a few minutes of noodling. "If you could just give me a song..." He felt himself blushing red and silently thanked god for the fact that this room was not well lit. She laughed a little. "I'm not making you nervous, am I? You can't get stage fright playing for just one person. Play me something, soulful, Jack." He was silently amazed that she even knew his name. Two months ago he was playing dives in the valley for fifty bucks and now he was in a superstar's mansion, being asked to play a concert just for her. Life was weird. He racked his brain for any tidbits he knew about Christina, trying to think of something that she would like. He'd worked out some jazz arrangements to a few of her songs for fun on his upright piano at home, but he sure as hell wasn't going to debut them in her living room. For a reason he'd never know, he started playing 'At Last' by Etta James. His right hand added a vocal melody, and he put it in waltz time. He'd always loved that song and Etta could sing like the devil possessed her. Jack turned his attention from the deeply erotic sight of Christina nodding her head and smiling, and focused on playing. When the second verse came around, her voice joined in on the melody. He was shocked at how beautiful the sounds emanating from her throat were, but made sure he didn't drop the tempo. She wasn't singing like she did on her songs. This was understated and a little behind the beat. She'd shut her eyes and was swaying, ever so slightly, in time to the piano. Jack backed off with the flourishes and let her voice take it's rightful place in the song. They played the last chorus at least ten times, just not wanting to stop. This was the real Christina, Jack thought. She's no pop star. She's a singer. And a damn good one at that. As the song came to it's inevitable end, Jack heard applause. For a split second he thought they were in his mind, but they just got louder and he looked up. Most of the band and dancers were in the living room now. They were all hooting and clapping, some of the dancers screaming for an encore. Christina opened her eyes and gave Jack a smile that caused his nervous system to overload. He shut the lid of the piano and sat back on the bench. She jumped up from her chair and slid onto the bench next to him, enveloping him in a hug. "That was fucking awesome! I love that song! Will you play that with me during the show?" He didn't know what to say. He'd played piano for himself at home and at a few jam sessions, but never really in a concert setting. He wasn't sure he could, but he nodded, not wanting to say no. "Sure. But wouldn't Ricky be better for that?" Ricky was the keyboardist in the band. Ricky came forward out the crowd and was still clapping. "I can't play jazz like that, brother. It's all you." Christina smiled that infectious smile at him again and kissed his cheek. Jack blushed all over again and felt those familiar stirrings stretch the fabric of his jeans. He'd do whatever she wanted, as long as she didn't ask him to stand up. The first concert was the most nerve wracking experience of his entire life. He'd played every song as straight as he could, avoiding anything fancy. He was sweating buckets by the time the end of the show was drawing near and he wasn't sure if he could even pull this off. After the official concert ended, Christina stayed on stage and took a few bows. She called each member of the band back out on stage for applause and Jack felt his heart leap into his throat when she said his name. "Ladies and gentlemen. We've got a special encore for you tonight. My bass player neglected to inform us when we hired him that he was an incredible piano player. We played this song together last night and I want to play it for all of you. So, put your hands together for Jack McAllister." She parked herself on the piano bench and patted it, motioning him forward. The crowd ahd applauded politely and the sound was dying down. Shaking like a leaf, he took his place next to her and laid his hands on the keys. She sensed his nervousness and whispered into his ear, away from the microphone. "Don't be nervous. Just play for me like you did yesterday." As she spoke the noise of the crowd ebbed from his ears and all he could hear was her. He nodded and began to play. "At Laaaaasssttt..." She was singing in the same beautiful way she had before. Her voice sent an electric charge up his spine. He stroked the keys, imaging touching her soft skin and running his fingers through her hair. At that moment, the song became so intimate, he found his heart speeding up, flushing him. Music really was making love. Two people who just wanted to make something beautiful. Tiny explosions that lit up the room, only to fade and die, making way for the next moment. It was the most erotic thing he'd ever done and he found himself saddened that the song was ending so soon. The cheers from the crowd brought him back for his little daydream, and Jack heard himself hit the last chords. Christina shouted 'Thank You!' and the crowd just got louder. She stood up and grabbed his hand, dragging him to his feet. "Jack McAllister! Give him a hand!" The crowd roared with approval and Jack found himself more content than he'd ever been. These people were applauding the music that he'd made. Well, helped make, anyway. It was the perfect end to the show. The tour bus rolled on into the night, swaying slightly on the freeway. Christina had an autograph signing after the show and a bunch of interviews to do, so the band had headed out before her. She would catch up to them in the next town. Jack felt an incredible sense of loss, not being able to tell her how much playing up on stage with her meant to him. He'd started to tell her after they'd walked off stage, but her management corralled her and pulled her away. Before she'd gotten too far, she'd turned around and ran back to him, hugging him and kissing him on the cheek. "That was incredible," she whispered. "We'll have to do it again sometime." He could of sworn that she winked at him when she said that, but he knew it was just a trick of his mind. "Dude!" Pete, the drummer and two of the dancers came running into the back of the bus, where Jack was alone with his thoughts. "That shit was bomb! They fucking loved you!" Jack smiled and shook his head no. "They loved Christina. I was just lucky to have been able to play." Pete hit him in the shoulder and grabbed two beers, handing Jack one. "Trust me, man. You fucking stole the show. Traci and Lisa agree with me." The two gorgeous dancers nodded and sat down next to them. They reminisced the whole night, everyone too excited to sleep. Jack joined in the fun but found that his thoughts never strayed far from Christina. The next two weeks seemed to pass in a blur. They woke up every day in a different town. They'd lug their gear to the venue, do a sound check, run back to the hotel for a few hours of sleep, go to the show and then hop back on the bus. Christina had told him during a rare free moment that she loved their duet and wanted to close every show with it. Jack had very little trouble agreeing to this and eventually became very comfortable in front of the crowd. He even became more confident flirting with Christina. During one memorable show in St. Louis, he'd gotten really into the song 'Get Mine, Get Yours' and walked up from his place next to the drummer. The song was really bass heavy and he loved seeing Christina shake her taut little hips to the rhythm. The song even mentioned the bass and how much it was like sex. After he came into her field of vision, Christina turned, surprised to see him, but she went with it and walked slowly up to him, singing right at him. He got so turned on watching her face, singing those words. He was so glad his bass covered his crotch, so that twenty-thousand people didn't see his erection. During the last verse of the song, Christina grabbed the back of his head and shook him around, singing the overtly sexual tune right in his face. The crowd seemed to love this and after it was all over, the band teased him about it mercilessly. On the last week of the tour, they landed in New York. They were going to be here for three days, so for a change, they would actually spend the night in a hotel and not on the bus. Christina had to do some MTV thing, so the band decided to go out and raise hell. Jack and Pete were sharing a room at the Hilton and Pete had almost beat him to death trying to get Jack to come out with them. Jack hadn't had a good nights sleep in a month and wanted to stay in. After the obligatory guilt trips, Pete finally surrendered and left Jack alone. After zoning out on television for an hour or so, Jack felt a stab of guilt. He hadn't played his upright in a long time and didn't want to let himself get lax on practicing, so he hauled it up from the gear truck and settled in for a good practice session. Damn, he was out of practice. His forearm muscles had become a little soft from playing electric for so long and he felt them begin to burn after only a half hour. He pushed through it and was really starting to get a groove going when he heard a knock at his door. Shit. It was late and the people in the room next to him probably didn't appreciate hearing him practice for two hours. "Sorry!" He called. "I'll put it away!" He started stowing the bass when the knock came again. He trotted over to the door, ready to give a huge apology. When he opened it, he was shocked to see Christina standing there. "I didn't want you to stop playing, I just wanted to come in," she said, grinning playfully. He stood there dumbfounded, blocking the door. "Can I come in?" she asked, anxiously. "Shit. Sorry. Yeah, come on in." He stepped aside and she walked past him, into his room. He shut the door and suddenly realized what a sight he must be. He was wearing pajama bottoms and a tank top and he hadn't taken a shower all day. 'Crap,' he thought. 'I've been waiting for this whole tour to get her alone and this is what I look like.' She had gone over to the corner of the room where his bass was and was busily trying to pull it back out of the gig bag. "You sounded great. Play more." Jack walked gingerly around her and finished pulling his bass out of it's case. Christina flopped down on his bed. "Play," she insisted. Jack grabbed his bass and sat down in the chair he'd been practicing in and started plunking softly. "Christina, it's late and the people next door might get pissed. What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were staying at the W across town?" She nodded. "I am, but I wanted to see you and you weren't out with everyone else, so here I am!" She flashed a smile, very proud of herself. "Why...did you want to see me?" He hoped beyond hope that it was to ravish him and fuck him senseless like she had in his dreams for the last few weeks. "I've got an idea for a song." Jack's little bubble burst with without so much as a sound. He sat back in the chair and tried not to let his face betray his disappointment. Christina's New Bassist "A song? OK...What kind of song?" If he couldn't have her, at least he could make music with her. That was almost as good. "It's different from my other stuff. I want it to be kind of jazzy and funky. Down tempo." He nodded, trying to banish his silly little daydreams and listen to what she was saying. "I'd like it to be simple. A jazz trio or quartet. Maybe a hip hop beat. There has to be piano and bass," she winked at him when she said this. "and maybe a muted trumpet or something." "What kind of tempo?" he asked, his curiosity piqued. "Like this," she said, sitting up and tapping a mellow rhythm out on her thighs. Jack shut his eyes and let the beat get into his blood. This was where he loved to be; making up a song. Fleshing it out from it's infancy. He fished his bow out from the gig bag and began to experiment with notes. He played around with a few keys and settled on D. They kept at it, Christina telling him when she liked different passages, letting him know when others weren't working. All the while she kept the beat on her legs. After twenty minutes, they'd come up with a bass line they liked. Jack started to play it from the top, when Christina asked him to stop. "I'm sorry, but my legs are killing me. I have to stop tapping." She laughed, rubbing her thighs. He put his bass aside. "God, I'm sorry. Let's take a break." She winced. "Ow. I think they're bruised." Jack stood quickly. "Let me get you some ice or something." He got up from the chair and went over to the ice bucket. He emptied out the ziploc bag that held a sandwich he'd made and filled it with ice. He handed it to Christina. "Thanks," she said, wincing as the cold hit her. "Ah! That's cold!" Jack chuckled. "It's ice. I think that's the point." She removed the bag and hopped off the bed, slapping his arm. "Brat." She smiled a flirty smile and sat back down on the bed, reapplying the ice. Jack forgot about the song. He just wanted to tell this amazing woman how much he'd fallen for her. How playing with her had been so wonderful and what a great singer she was. How badly he wanted her. He started to say something, but stopped himself. There was no way in hell that he was going to ruin what was fast becoming a friendship and possibly a great musical partnership by sticking his foot in his mouth. " What were you going to say?" she asked. "Oh..Nothing. I...I just need to take a shower." She looked down and pouted a little. "Oh. OK. Do you want me to go?" "No!" he almost screamed. "I mean, no. Let me just wash some of the funk off me and let's keep working on your song. " He paused, unsure. "I mean, that is, if you want to..." She looked up and nodded. "Yeah! I'm not really tired and I want to keep going." Jack stood up awkwardly. "Well...that's settled then. Let me just get some of the show funk off of me." She laughed. "I didn't want to mention it, but you do kind of smell all sweaty." Jack flushed. "I'm sorry. If I knew I was going to have such prestigious company, I would have at least showered." She laughed at this last comment a little harder. "Prestigious, my ass. Go get clean stinky." She held her nose and waved him away. Jack shut the bathroom door behind him and shed his pajamas and was not surprised that his dick was already at half mast. "Damn." He said quietly. He knew that he'd be unable to go back out there without taking care of business so to speak. He just hoped he could do it quietly. The water was almost scalding. His muscles groaned with relief and so did he. After a quick wash job, he peeked over the top of the shower, just to make sure that the door was shut, and set to work taking care of his growing erection. As soon as he shut eyes, Christina's eyes popped into his mind. They were staring up at him. She was moaning softly in his ear. "God, Jack. That feels so good. God, fuck me." He increased his pace, picturing her stunning body beneath him. Her hair was splayed out across a pillow. Her face shone with sweat. She'd shut her eyes and was begging him to make her cum. "God, Yeah! Right there! Fuck!" His imaginary Christina thrust her narrow hips up to meet his, drawing him closer and closer to his own orgasm. Jack felt himself tighten up. He was a minute or so from coming when he heard a voice behind him. One he knew well, but it wasn't in his head. "Can I watch?" Jack almost fell over in the shower. He grabbed the wall to steady himself and looked up, seeing Christina just outside the door. He stood, in utter shock, and stared. His mouth was hanging open and he felt his whole body go red. He realized that he was standing right in front of her with his dick pointing right at her and her turned away. "Oh my God!" He grabbed for his towel and tried to cover himself, shutting the water off. "Christina, I'm sorry!" Stage fright was nothing compared to how mortified he felt. There were no words. He heard the shower door open behind him. He was terrified of turning around, especially since his erection was showing no signs of subsiding. "Don't be embarrassed, Jack. I think that's so hot." He couldn't believe his ears. "What!" He still couldn't bring himself to turn around. He kept hoping that this was a nightmare. "Turn around." Her voice was an octave below what it normally was. The huskiness of her brought his head around. She was right there. Less than two feet from him. Her face was burning red and she was looking up. Right at his eyes. "Christina, I..." He fumbled with the words, trying to find a way out of the fact that the woman he'd been fantasizing about had caught him jerking off. She grabbed his head and pulled him down to her, cutting him off in mid sentence. "Kiss me." This nightmare had suddenly become a dream. "What?" She pulled him closer and attacked his lips, her tongue forcing it's way into his mouth. Jack felt his knees start to give. There was no way that this was actually happening. She let him go and stepped into the shower. She shut the door behind her and turned back to him. "Finish your shower, Jack." Her words were thick. She had a look on her face he'd never seen before. It was almost primal. Her brown eyes flashed and she grabbed for him again. He felt her grab the towel from around his waist and she ground her body into him, his head in both her hands. "Turn on the water," she whispered in his ear. He reached behind him and did what he was told. The water was the same temperature as it had been but he was hotter than seemed possible. Christina pushed him under the water, soaking herself and her clothes in the process. The towel had landed on the drain of the shower, and hot water was beginning to pool at their feet. Jack reached down to grab it, when Christina caught his wrist. "Fuck the towel. Kiss me. Now!" she screamed when he didn't react fast enough. The floodgates had cracked under the pressure, and all of Jack's feeling's for Christina came hurtling forward. He grabbed her and pinned her to the wall, her hands above her head. "Uh! Yeah!" She was trying to get her face closer to his, she was almost biting the air between them. Jack pressed his body into hers and kissed her with everything he had. Her body relaxed under his touch and she moaned into his mouth, causing his dick to feel like it was bursting at the seams. The water had risen an inch or so in the shower and she was thoroughly soaked, the cloth of her t-shirt clinging to her breasts. Jack pulled away from her, still holding her arms above her head. "Is this for real?" He had to know. She was staring at him through a curtain of wet hair, her face dripping with water. "Yeah. It's real." "Why?" This last thing he wanted to do was question the motives of a beautiful woman who'd attacked him in the shower, but he had to know why. With surprising strength, Christina pulled her arms from his and swept the hair from her face. "If you don't know why, then I guess you're not as smart as I thought." He stood there, saying nothing. "Because you're a beautiful man. You're a nice guy and I love the way you make music. " She lowered her face and flashed a wicked grin. "Plus I've wanted to fuck you since I met you. And how can I not, with such an ample reason," she said, grabbing his cock. He shut his eyes and leaned into her touch. Her other hand found it's way down to it's twin, and together they started stroking him a little faster. "Ugh." He'd lost the capacity for anything except preverbal grunts. Every other thought had been banished from his consciousness, his mind doing it's best to savor every moment. "Open your eyes." He pulled his eyes open and stared at her. "I want you. Right now." She pulled her shirt off, her ample breasts finally free of the restricting cloth. She bent down and grabbed the towel off the drain and threw it and her shirt out of the shower. She started to pull her shorts off when he stopped her. "Wait. Let me do that." She pulled her hands away from her waist and placed them behind her back. His fingers were shaking as he touched her bare skin for the first time. His touch was very tentative. Jack wasn't sure what she liked and he did not want to do anything wrong. He wanted this moment to be perfect. He began pulling her shorts off, slowly. Each millimeter of skin that was revealed, his arousal grew tenfold. He'd never been this turned on in his life. After her shorts were properly disposed of, Christina stared at him. His eyes were hungrily devouring every inch of her body, unable to focus on any one part. She had a few tattoos. But it was the piercings that held most of his attention. He'd had a few chicks take enough pity on him in the past few years, so that he wasn't totally hard up. But it had been at least eleven months since he'd seen a living, breathing naked woman. And this was the first one he'd ever seen with two nipple piercing and one through the hood of her clit. "What do you think?" she asked. She was staring right at him, not a trace of modesty about her. If it were me, he thought, I couldn't even look at her. "I think that this is crazy." "Why is it crazy? You want to be with me don't you?" He nodded. "Yes. God, more than anything. But this can't be real..." She started playing with his chest hair, each finger staring a little fire of passion wherever it caressed. "What were you thinking about just now?' she asked into his chest. "When you were playing with yourself?" "You." he said, almost to no one. "Really?" The look on Christina's face was more beautiful than anything. It was hopeful and playful at the same time. "Yeah," he breathed, running his fingers through her hair. "What was I doing?" He could feel her breath, hot and insistent on his face. "Um...I...well..we..." "Were you fucking me?' she interrupted. Jack nodded. he couldn't bring himself to say it. "I want to see you jerk off again." The boldness of her statement caught him off guard. "What?" "I want to see what you look like when you jerk off. I only got a little peak earlier and I want to see it for myself." Jack grabbed a hold of his cock and started stroking himself, but he didn't retreat into his fantasy this time. Reality was staring him right in the face and toying with her breasts. "Like this?" She nodded and bit her lower lip. "Mm Hmm." Her hand slid down her belly to her crotch, and she started massaging her clit lazily. Jack felt the climax he'd been working towards earlier rear it's head. He wasn't sure if this was what she wanted. Soon it would be too late to stop. "Christina..." "Are you going to cum?" "Yeah." "Good." She dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth. This felt too good. Jack's hands found the walls of the shower as he steadied himself. Her mouth was so warm and soft. The little licking movements her tongue was making were bringing him dangerously close. "Ah! I'm gonna...Oh god..." She shut her eyes and moaned against his shaft. That did it. The vibration sent him over the edge and he exploded into her mouth. He could feel wave after wave contract in his hips and shoot forward into her. She used her hands to massage the last little bits out of him, her tongue darting over his overly sensitive head. Jack felt her pull him out of her mouth. When the sensation of her lips left him, he collapsed down onto the shower floor. Christina looked extremely pleased with herself. She wiped a little of the cum that she hadn't swallowed from her lips and sucked on her finger. "You came a lot." He just sat there, unable to speak. She cupped his chin with her hand and brought his face up to hers. "Did you like that?" "Oh, yeah," his voice was weak, his breath ragged. "Do you want more?" He was only twenty-seven, but he was sure that he was having a heart attack. He couldn't take much more of this. "Yeah." She forced her tongue back into his mouth and he tasted himself on her tongue. he thought that this would be gross, but at this place in this moment, he didn't care. "Take me to bed, cutie." Jack stood up, with great difficulty, and pulled her next to him. "Are you sure?" She grabbed his chin and growled in his face. "Yes, dammit. No more of this shy, bullshit! I want you to fuck me, now!" Her words flipped some primal switch in the back of his brain. He grabbed her and pushed her legs around her waist. She groaned in his ear and ground herself into him, going a long way to resurrect what she'd earlier conquered. Her attacked her neck and stumbled out of the bathroom, aiming at the bed. When they got there, he threw them both down and sucked her tits with abandon. The metal tang of her piercing flooded his tongue and it made him crazy. Hit bit her right nipple without thinking. "Fuck!" Her scream brought him back to earth. "I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?" She shook her head. "No! Do it just like that! Harder!" She didn't have to tell him twice. Her body bucked underneath him as he went back to her breasts, biting and sucking with everything he had. He'd never been able to recover an erection faster; he was standing on end in seconds. He grabbed her arms without thinking and pinned them to the headboard. "Fuck Yeah! Pin me down!" She was making him do things he'd never done before, he felt like an animal. "God, I want you so bad right now." . "So fuck me." He pulled Christina down towards him and felt his dick mash up against her wetness. She moaned and ground her crotch into him. He let go of her arms and propped himself up. "Don't let go of me! Hold me down!" She grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands back up to hers. Her grabbed her wrists in one hand and began fingering her with the other. "Oh!" He slid part of his index finger into her, marveling at how wet she was. "Oh God, Jack! Just like that! Play me!" He silently thanked his parents for making him go to practice all those years. His fingers could play for five hours without a break and he planned to play his sexy new instrument well. Her hips drove themselves onto his finger. He crooked it and felt the sponginess of her g-spot. "Oh God! Just like that!" He could feel her pussy grabbing at his finger, urging it deeper. Jack was more than happy to oblige. He fucked her with just the one finger for a minute or so, making her gasp and swear at him. He pulled his finger out, wanting to tease her a little. her eyes flashed at him. "No! More!" He pushed her back into the pillows with all his weight and put his face right in hers "Why should I?" "Because I need to come! Please!" He liked this. Making her beg was a bigger turn on than anything so far. "If you want to come, you have to do exactly as I say." "Whatever you want! Just make me come!" He released her arms and got up from the bed, a delicious idea forming in his mind. "Stay right there." He ran over to his basses and pulled open the electric's case. he grabbed his strap and turned back to the bed. "Grab the headboard." She did as she was told, her hips grinding at the air. Jack took the strap and lashed it through the bars of the headboard and tied her wrists to the bed. She kept trying to lick him every time he came close to her, so he stayed out of the way, just to make her all the more crazy. He leaned back on his knees, admiring his handiwork. She was tied to the bed, her face covered with wet hair. She moaned at him. "Please! You got me where you want me! Now, please!" He wanted to tease her and make her crazy, but he lost it when she parted her legs, giving him a view of her shaved pussy. He dove forward and grabbed her ass, bringing her up to his mouth. "Ahhhhh!" She screamed and he tried to shove his tongue all the way into her. He ate as though he were famished. He was in a way. It had been a long time since he'd had a good meal. Jack slipped two fingers into her and attacked her clit with his lips. His fingers playing out a fast beat inside her. "Shit!" he could feel her starting to come already. Rather than backing off, he increased his pace and tugged on her clit piercing with his teeth. She cried out. It was a guttural sound. The sound of it drove his face all the deeper into her. He ate her out for easily half an hour. Thanks to his forearm muscles, he didn't lay off at all. He discovered with the right pattern and a well placed tongue, he could make her come twice, one right after the other easily. "Ohhhhh!!! Stop! Please! It's too much." He pulled his face out of her reluctantly and eased his fingers out of her, laughing softly. "I'm sorry, honey. I thought you wanted to come." She pulled against the strap binding her arms to the bed and scooted her body up a little. "I did, but damn! Just give me a minute," she panted. Jack watched her draw in deep breaths, making her chest heave. "Do you want me to untie you?" She looked at him. "For now." He reached past her head and loosened the strap and freed her arms. She sat all the way up. Jack was still on his stomach and he started to sit up. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Nothing. I just need some water." He grabbed a bottle of water that was next to the bed and took a few long swallows. He handed it to her. She drank deeply and killed what was left in the bottle. "Baby, I've got to be careful with you. You can wear a girl out." He laughed. "Somehow I don't think you're done for the night." She threw the water bottle aside and shook her head. "No way. Get over here." She flipped him over and straddled his hips. His dick was pressed flat between them and she was sliding herself back and forth. "God, that feels good," he said. She increased her movements and he felt himself become as wet and slick as she was. "Do you want to fuck me?" "Yeah!" Her rhythm on his shaft was making him a little crazy. "Oh, yeah!" "Grab the headboard." It was an order, not a request. He did as he was told and had a feeling he was about to get as good as he gave. Probably more. She rescued the strap from the floor and lashed his hands to the bed. After testing the knot to make sure he couldn't move, she leaned back, giving Jack a fantastic view of her compact frame. "Now let's see how you like it. I bet I'm a better tease than you." She was right. She'd leapt off him and placed her head over his crotch. Her hair was hiding her and he desperately see what was going on. This was going to be torture. He felt her molten tongue lick his thigh, and he instinctively drove his hips forward. "Uh, Uh," she said from behind her hair. "Sit still." Jack quieted his hips. She must have licked him everywhere except where he sorely needed it. "Christina! Please..." She lifted her head and looked at him through her hair. Christina's New Bassist "How does it feel?" "Like I'm gonna go crazy! Come on!" She sat up and bit her lip. "Why should I?" "Please! How many times did I get you off?" She brightened at this. "I lost count." She bent down and licked the entire shaft of his cock and straightened up. "But I want to fuck you, now. There'll be plenty of time for blow jobs later." A part of him was able to process these words, but the rest of him was aching and beyond thought. She lifted her body a little and his dick sprang up. "You look ready to go." She lifted her hips up and wedged the tip inside her. She was a little stretched out from where his fingers had been, but it was still tighter than he thought possible. He groaned. "Do you like that?" Without waiting for an answer, she started to force him into her, slowly. After he was about halfway in, she pulled back up a little. Without thinking, he thrust his hips up, driving his cock all the way into her. "Oh!" his breath escaped. This was eight types of heaven. Christina had shut her eyes and was rocking back and forth on his cock. "Oh, Jack. I needed this." He tried to buck her with his hips and she pushed down on his chest. "No. Let me do it." She hooked her feet over his thighs and began rocking back and thrusting her hips. Jack wanted to grab her ass and pull her down onto him, but the strap held him tight. She was going to have her way. There was nothing he could do about it. Christina grabbed her tits and started pulling on the nipple rings. She was bucking a little harder now and Jack moaned, unable to keep quiet. "Oh, Jack! You're going to make me come again! Yeah!" Her pussy clenched down on him, it's walls milking his cock. He tried with all his might to hold back, but this was almost too much. She rode him through her climax. Without stopping, she fell forward, her hands on his chest. "Yeah! Fuck me, baby!" She was thrusting up and down on his cock with wild abandon. He felt the familiar tightness in his balls and called out to her. "Oh, God! Chrisitna, slow down or I'm gonna come!" She dug her fingernails into his chest and raked her hands down to his belly. The pain brought him back from the brink. He raised his head and saw bright red welts forming. Christina locked eyes with him. "Not yet." He nodded. She lowered her head to his chest and started nipping at his skin. His wrists were pulling so hard at the strap, he could hear the leather whining under the pressure. She latched onto one of his nipples with her teeth and started bucking her hips again. Was she going to come again, already? His answer was forthcoming as she bit down and screamed. He couldn't make out the words, but it didn't matter. She pushed back up off his chest and flung her hair back. "I want you to come in me." She practically sung that sentence. "Are you sure?" he asked, on baited breath. Christina shut her eyes and pushed him all the way into her. "Yes! Come in me!" Jack heard the leather strap begin to rip under his constant pull. He wasn't going to come until he had her in his arms. With all the strength he had left, he pulled until the strap snapped the bars. His hands suddenly free, he grabbed her head before she could say anything. Jack sat up, Christina in his lap and kissed her hard. His right hand grabbed her ass and was pulling her into him. He could feel his climax building and he shoved up into her as hard as he could. His cries were muffled by her tongue. He emptied himself into her, coming harder than he thought possible. Christina dug her nails into his back and moaned into his mouth. By the sting he could feel on his skin, he was going to have a matching set of welts on his back. As he felt the last of his seed pump into her, Jack collapsed against the headboard, with a loud 'thunk'. Christina bucked against him a few more times, finishing her own climax. She fell forward and her head landed on his chest. Jack was so sweaty she almost slipped off. "Your heart is beating so fast," she said after a long minute, ear to his breastbone. He could do nothing but mumble, "Uh huh." Spent was far to inadequate a word to describe his state. They stayed like that until he'd softened inside of her. She slid her body off of him and settled into the crook of his arm. Jack looked over at her and watched each moment age slowly. She snuggled up closer and shut her eyes. "I'm tired." "Me too," he said, still unable to believe that this had just happened. After a few minutes, he heard he breathing become soft and even. Jack pulled the covers up around them with his free hand and felt himself drifting off... The knocking was insistent in his dream, but he couldn't find the door. Where was he? He shook the sleep from his eyes and found that the dream was fading but the knocking was real. "Who is it?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep. "Room service sir. I have your breakfast." "Just leave it there," he answered. He sat up and looked around. Christina was gone. Had it all been a dream? When he looked down at his chest, however, he found the welts were there, stinging. He pulled on his pajama bottoms after a minute of searching and opened his door. A tray of food was sitting there. He picked it up and placed it on the small dining room table in the room. As soon as he shut the door, he heard her voice. "Is he gone?" Jack spun around and saw her face peeking out from behind the bathroom door. "Yeah. What are you doing over there?" She grinned sheepishly and steeped out from the bathroom, wearing nothing. "I thought it was Pete. I didn't want him to see me." Jack motioned that the coast was clear and she scampered over to the table and pulled the lid off of the breakfast tray. "Thought you might need some food after last night. I sure do." She dug into the assorted bit of fruit and greedily devoured an apple. Jack sat down and tried to process the last few hours. This had really happened? What was going to happen now? Christina must have sensed his confusion and sat down, facing him. "What's the matter, jack?" "Um..I.." he was back to his old self, unable to construct a sentence in front of her. "Oh, baby! That looks so painful!" she said, touching the scratches she'd put there. He winced a little under her touch. "A little." "Want me to kiss them and make it better?" She put her lips against the welts and the combination of pleasure and pain was exquisite. He let her carry on for a minute before he pulled her up to face him. "Christina? What happens now?" He had to know, but he almost didn't want her to answer. He didn't want to hear her say that this had been just sex. He didn't think his heart could handle it. "Now?" Her face looked puzzled. "We eat breakfast and take a shower." "I mean with us. What happens between us now?" All the traces of the sexual animal he'd witnessed were gone, replaced by compassion. "What do you want to happen?" She touched his cheek, tenderly. "I..I don't know. I just don't want this to end." She pulled him close and kissed him. "Me either." His soul brightened at these words. "Did you think I was going to just fuck you and leave or something?" He nodded, ashamed of himself. Christina sat up and plopped down in his lap. "Jack, honey, look at me." He fought the great weight pulling his head down and met her eyes. "I'm not going anywhere. As long as you want me, I'm here." He pulled her close and tucked his head into her chest. She twisted a lock of his hair into her fingers and laughed softly. "There's no way I'm going to let such a talented man get out of my sight." They kissed for a while, before hunger took over and they devoured the breakfast tray. They showered and got dressed, Christina borrowing one of his t-shirts. Hers still wasn't dry. "I've got to go," she said. "I'm late for a meeting with Buddy." Jack nodded, not wanting to let her out of his sight, but knowing that she had to go. "I want you to come stay with me tonight." "Sure." "I have a much bigger bed in my hotel." Her smile was wicked and teasing. They kissed for a few minutes, before she extracted herself from his grip. "I really have to go. See you at sound check?" He nodded and watched her go. "Dude!" Pete yelled, as he came ito their shared room. "You should have come out last night! That shit was crazy!" Pete stopped in the middle of his appraisal and looked at the state of jack's bed and gave a little sniff. "Is it just me or does it smell like fucking in here?" Jack smiled, bass in hand, and said nothing. "You bastard! You did get laid last night!" Pete punched him in the shoulder and grabbed a beer from the mini bar. "So? Who was she? You get some groupie action?" "No." Pete gestured to Jack's bed. "She must have been something, man. Your headboard's broken." Jack smiled at the memory, but kept quiet. "Hey Guys! Can I have your attention please?" Buddy called over the microphone during sound check. The band died down. "I'm sure you've noticed that the tour's doing really well, so Christina wanted to thank you." She stepped up to the mike and everyone applauded. "Thanks guys. This has been the most fun I've had on tour tour yet and I wanted to make an announcement." She winked at Jack when she said 'fun' and he felt himself blush. "Buddy and I wanted to add two months of european dates. We talked to a promoter overseas this morning and he seemed up for it." Everyone applauded again, excited at the prospect of seeing europe. "I hope that you'll all come with me. I'm going to pay you double for your time, of course, but I want you all to be there." The band cheered. More money and europe? This lady must not know how to bargain... "Cool! let's finish up sound check and get some dinner, ok?" They pounded through a few more songs and adjourned to the dining room in the stadium. Jack hadn't really had a chance to talk to Christina about the previous night, but he didn't want to let people know if she didn't. He kept his distance. After desert, she went off to get ready and the band loosened up backstage. Pete was regaling the other guys with the tale about Jack's headboard and they kept trying to get him to tell them what happened. "I'm not saying anything, Pete, so chill out. No more questions." Pete and Ricky laughed and shook their heads. "Fine, man. Whatever. That was still pretty fucking cool though. I'd like to meet that chick." 'You already have,' he said in his head. Christina came back into the band's room. She was dressed in a pair of low cut jeans and a bikini top. Jack marveled at her. "Ready to go?" She asked everyone. They gathered around and started toward the door. Christina was in the lead when she turned around. "Jack? Could you come here for minute?" He trotted up to her. Before he could say anything, she grabbed his head and shoved her tongue into his mouth. Jack was shocked. Why was she doing this in front of everyone? Was she crazy? She let go and smiled at him. "Have a good show, baby." She winced as she pulled close to him. "Hope I can dance tonight. You wore me out." She winked at him and walked out the door. Jack burned red and turned to grab his bass. Pete, Ricky, hell the whole band was staring at him. He lifted his bass, with a new strap of course, over his head and headed for the door. "Dude! No way!" Pete's mouth was hanging open and he stopped Jack with a hand in his chest. "Pete, we gotta go play." Pete let go of him. "Seriously, man? I...Really? Christina?" Jack nodded and Ricky slapped him on the back, laughing. "I knew this motherfucker was holding out for a reason." Jack shrugged and turned around. "Well? We gonna make some music or not?"