4 comments/ 25031 views/ 0 favorites Music By: hrshie40 I had finally gotten the nerve. I had been reading the ads for weeks but could not drum up the courage to actually place the order. Today I had used my credit card and actually called the 1-800 number. The ads promised improved sales with this little disk, but that wasn't what I was going to use it for. Subliminal messages (words and images that appeared and disappeared so fast the only the sub conscience mind registered the words and images), these had been used in the late fifties and early sixties to supposed increase sales on select products. The adds for this disk promised I would be able to do the same, but I want much more control then that. I wanted to dominate and I knew who the first person who needed to be dominated. Daizie, a lover of music, a true rocker chick. I planned on rocking her world and mine. I had been studying Daizie for months, she worked in the same office but seldom had the time of day for me. That would change. She loved to read books but I couldn't put the message in a book, I would have to use her love of music. The office was very lax and Daizie spent a good part of the day listening to music as she worked at her computer. The disk came in the Friday mail, I spent the weekend perfecting my message. I had taken her favorite music disk on Friday night. I had inserted various subliminal voice messages,(cum for Howard, obey me, wetness). As the songs played, images of me in various poses would flash across her screen - to fast for all but the sub conscience mind to see. Obey me now and cum to me, was the final message she would hear in my voice. Monday would be the test. The manufactured has said it could take a day or two for the messages to penetrate the target. The disk was laying in its normal spot when Daizie arrived. Throughout the day, I saw you squirming and looking my way. The tape seemed to be having an effect. At lunch you came at sat on my desk, I could see your panties as you crossed and uncrossed you legs. Suddenly you seemed to awaken from a deep sleep. You left in a rush, but I knew you would be mine. I started to smile. "Obey me and cum to me" I said as I passed you at the end of the business day. You turned and followed me. I knew you favorite group was in town and I had gotten tickets. I took you to your apartment and ordered you to change clothes for the concert. It was hard for me to control myself as you took off you clothes in front of me. Your blouse, your skirt, your bra and panties. You stood before me naked. "What shall I wear to the concert" you asked. I ordered you to wear a halter top without a bra and a very short pair of shorts without panties. I stripped in front of you as you are dressing as I had commanded. From a business suit I changed into shorts and a T-shirt. You gazed at my cock, but it was to early. The time would come later. We made it to the concert and people couldn't help to stare at your nipples as the poked through your top. The music got louder and louder, I could tell you were getting hotter. "CUM for me" I order. You screamed as your juices ran down you legs. I could no longer control myself. I undid you top, and it fell to the floor in the middle of the crowd. I pulled down your shorts, and I entered you from behind. Your wetness consumes my COCK. CUM for ME, CUM for ME. CUM FOR ME> Climax together as the band continued on. We dressed and headed back to your apartment. What next we will have to see. But CUM for ME is now my favorite sentence. Music & Coffee Where do I begin? I'm not even sure why I'm doing this to be honest, so I guess the best thing to do would be to start with the facts. I'm a forty year-old married woman. I have one son who's eighteen and just recently started his freshman year at an out of state university. I've been married since I was twenty-one and I've never been with another man since. I live a quiet comfortable life. My husband is an executive at an oil company and as such is able to provide anything I need or want. Since I've been married, I've more or less been a homemaker, taking care of my son and trying to make my husband happy. Over that past several years though, trying to make my husband happy has been more and more difficult. In the beginning our sex life was wonderful, and I couldn't have been happier or felt more fulfilled. I like to think my husband felt the same way. As our marriage went on, our sex life became more and more routine but was still satisfying in it's own way, at least to me. Sex didn't happen quite as often and wasn't quite as vigorous but when it did happen it was still good. For the past five years though, our sex life has been in a steady decline. Sex is rare. Once a month if I'm lucky, and nothing I seem to do makes any difference. I don't really understand what happened. All I know is that I miss it and that I feel like I'm no longer desirable to my husband. I could understand it if I'd changed. If I'd put on forty pounds and stopped taking care of myself. But I haven't. Unlike a lot of other women who put on weight after they have children, I'm still the same small dress size I was when we married, and if anything I take better care of myself now then I did then. I have the money to get my hair and nails done and to buy clothes that I like to think my husband will find flattering and sexy. It doesn't seem to matter though, and if anything the harder I try to make myself attractive for him, the more distant he becomes. I've often wondered if he's having an affair. I have no proof and only the anecdotal evidence of the decline in our sex life, but still I wonder. My husband does work long hours and he does travel a good bit, but he's done that throughout our entire marriage. Nothing has really changed, other than our sex life. So I keep asking myself, what am I doing? Why am I even considering writing this? I can't quite put a finger on it. It just feels like it's something I have to do. It's kind of like talking to someone I guess, and that in it's own way is comforting, especially when there's not really a lot of people around that I can talk to. Well here goes then. The whole thing had been building over the course of a month or two. I first met Allen at the symphony. I enjoy the symphony very much and my husband and I usually buy season tickets. We typically go together but when he is out of town on business I will sometimes go by myself just to give me an excuse to get out of the house. Our seats happened to be next to Allen's. The opening show of the new season is when I first noticed him. He was quite handsome, if in an odd sort of way. He wore a dark gray suit and a red tie. What first caught my eye was his height. He had to be a few inches over six feet, and being moderately short myself I've always had a eye for taller men. I think the size makes me feel more feminine. More demure. I guessed he was in his mid-twenties. He had a slender build but it was difficult to make out more that that dressed in a suit as he was. His skin was fair and his hair was dark brown which he kept cut short and neatly combed. His eyes fascinated me and were I suppose what kept my interest. They were a mysterious shade of light green, bordering on blue, and they seemed to draw you in and make him stand out. Without the eyes, I'm sure I would have looked and wondered, but that would have probably been it. As it was I found myself distracted throughout the concert, and even though my husband was sitting next to me I couldn't stop myself from glancing toward him and his eyes. I wondered about him and what was he doing. Why was he here alone? I could tell he was a bit awkward and shy simply by the way he greeted me and my husband. He sheepishly said hello and then sat down next to me and didn't say a word the rest of the night. Later on I found out that he was part of a singles club sponsored by the symphony. Its members buy season tickets and in return the symphony sponsors singles events before the show. It sounded like a good way to meet people with similar interests. I had just never heard of such a thing before. So the first night the symphony ended and that was it. We didn't speak another word after the initial hello. Later that week though I found myself wondering about him, and what he was doing there. I kept thinking about his eyes, and how awkward he seemed, but mysterious all at the same time. When the next show came around, my husband was out of town. I debated or not whether I should go without him. I thought about Allen, but not knowing his situation at the time I seriously doubted he would be there, and even if I knew for sure he would be, I doubt that would have swayed my decision either way. In the end I decided to go alone as it seemed a much better option than sitting home alone watching television. When I got to my seat I was surprised to see Allen sitting in the same seat as before, dressed in the same gray suit. Once again, he awkwardly said hello as I took my seat. Without my husband though, I found it awkward to sit next to him alone in silence. I asked him a few mundane questions before the show started and he seemed like a very nice young man. He was still a bit awkward, but in an endearing sort of way, and with his eyes he began to capture my attention. After the performance was over, we ended up walking next to each other as we filed out of the concert hall. I was walking several steps behind him and found myself watching him as he walked. He towered over me and I'm sure we were quite an interesting sight. I hadn't really planned it, and it almost happened on instinct I think, but as we were filing out of the doors and into the street, I mentioned to him that it was still early and asked if he wanted to join me for a cup of coffee. I couldn't believe I did it, and I wanted to take it back almost as soon as I said it. He looked at me rather strangely when I asked, but then smiled sheepishly and said okay. We ended up drinking coffee in a shop down the street for about an hour and a half. We had a good conversation about all kinds of things. He told me about the singles club with the symphony, I found out his name was Allen, that he was twenty-five and worked as an accountant in an accounting firm downtown. He was very shy and I had to work at drawing things out of him. At the same time, he was very much a gentleman. Very polite, respectful, and courteous. It was a nice evening, and I think we both left with a smile on our faces. Later on that week, I found myself thinking about him more and more. Whenever I had a free moment, my thoughts seemed to wander to him. I found myself looking forward to the next concert, and even hoped my husband would be out of town. By the time the next performance rolled around though, my husband was in town and he accompanied me to the show. Allen was there as usual, but beyond the initial hello he didn't say another word. I found myself sneaking glances at him throughout the performance. I was a bit disappointed that we didn't really get a chance to talk, but if anything his seeming indifference made me even more attracted to him. I don't know if it was the fact that my husband was there or what, but he barely even acknowledged me, even though we had spent nearly two hours alone together talking in a coffee shop the week before. Throughout the next week I found myself thinking about him even more. He seemed so mysterious and it bothered me that he didn't say more than hello. I became more and more anxious as the next concert approached wondering what would happen. I really didn't know what I wanted to happen, all I know is that my mind seemed transfixed on this twenty five year-old boy. When I found out my husband would be away during the next performance, my heart literally skipped a beat. The performance was on a Thursday evening and I immediately made an appointment to get my hair and nails down that morning. As Thursday approached, my anticipation grew. I don't know why, but it felt like I was going out on a date. I guess I was so anxious because it was something I hadn't done in over twenty years. That evening I took over two hours to get ready. I made sure I looked as perfect as I could. I wanted to look sexy and alluring. It turned me on to think of a twenty-five year-old boy as being interested in me. Whether he really was or not, I had no idea. I ended up wearing a sexy black cocktail dress that accentuated my cleavage. Underneath it all I wore black bikini panties, a garter belt, and black thigh high stockings. Dressing like that made me feel sexy and gave me confidence that I hadn't felt in years. The evening went much as before. As I arrived he smiled and said hello. I could see him looking at me in my dress, and I was beyond flattered when he complimented me on the way I looked. Before the show, we chatted about a variety of things. Afterwards we went to the same coffee shop and talked for another hour. I'm not sure he felt any attraction, but I certainly felt plenty towards him. For the rest of that night, and all of the next day I found myself daydreaming, and thinking about him. I tried to keep myself occupied with other things, but it was no use. I couldn't get Allen out of my head. I knew my husband would be away until next Tuesday, and my mind became consumed with thoughts of lust. Early in the evening, I found my fingers trembling as I dialed Allen's number. We had politely exchanged numbers before, more out of courtesy than anything else, and I had never expected to use it. We had joked that we would call each other when one of needed a good cup of coffee. When he picked up the phone I think he was very surprised that it was me. I told him that my husband was still out of town and that I was bored. I asked if he would be interested in getting another cup of coffee. It all started out innocent enough. We drank coffee and sat and talked as we had done before. I think we were both having fun, and after we had been there for about an hour, I asked him if he wanted to go back to my house and split a bottle of wine. I honestly had no idea what I was doing or what I had in mind. I was surprised when he said okay, not having any idea how we would interpret the invitation. He followed me over to my house in his car. As I drove, I managed to convince myself that it was all innocent flirtation, and that we were just going to talk and split a bottle of wine. He knew I was married and surely he couldn't think anything else. When we got there I opened a bottle of wine and we sat on the couch and talked as we drank. This went on for about an hour, and the more wine I drank, the more aroused I seemed to get. I found myself almost unconsciously flirting with him. Not with my talking so much, but in the way I moved. Allen finished his second glass of wine and leaned over to set the empty glass on the coffee table. He looked so good as his body stretched to reach the table. My mind became consumed with lust, and as he started to recline back, I asked him to stand up. By then my entire body was tingling. I think his entire body froze when her heard me, but without another word he was standing up in front of me as I had asked. I was beyond the point of no return. It was like I was on autopilot and my mind was foggy with desire. I found myself asking him to take off his shirt. He did so slowly, and as the buttons became undone and the shirt slipped off his shoulders I felt an incredible rush run through my body. Here was this handsome, twenty-five year old boy standing in front of me, doing exactly what I told him to do. The feeling of power and control was overwhelming and fed my desire even more. Next I asked him to take off his shoes, and then his socks. Each time he did exactly as I said and before long was standing in front of me in nothing but khaki pants and whatever he had on underneath. I could tell he was extremely uncomfortable, but I could also tell he would do anything that I asked. I just sat there sipping on my wine as I stared at him while he fidgeted uncomfortably. Then I told him to take off his pants. I don't think I'll ever forget watching him as he stood before me and slowly took off his belt, unfastened his zipper, and then slid his pants down over his hips. It was quite a sight to see him standing in the center of the room almost completely naked. He was wearing plain white briefs and is was obvious that he was aroused. That fact turned me on even more. I couldn't get over how good he looked standing there. With my husband I would never be turned on to see him standing in front of me in his briefs, but with Allen I could literally feel the goose bumps grow on my skin. I could tell he was even more uncomfortable now, and when I told him to take off his underwear, he hesitated briefly, before doing exactly as I asked. He looked around before he did so, almost as if he thought someone else might be watching. I could feel the wetness grow between my legs as the white fabric slid over his hips to reveal the rest of his body. As the underwear slid off, he tried to cover himself as best as he could, but it was no use. It was such a turn-on to have a young man completely naked in my living room with his cock at full attention. I'm not sure I've ever been quite that aroused. Having him do exactly as I asked only served to heighten the temptation. As he stood there totally naked I asked him to spin around so I could see his body from every angle. Once again he did exactly what I asked without so much as a word. I have to admit I was a bit disappointed though. The reason he first caught my eye was because of his height and stature. In all my fantasies up until that point, I imagined him having a huge cock. My husband's cock was only average, and the idea of a man with a huge cock had always intrigued me. Not so much because of the pleasure associated with physical aspect of a big cock, but rather the idea of a big cock turned me on. Having a man with a big cock somehow felt empowering, it made me feel more feminine, and more desirable. Just the thought of a man with a huge cock wanting me, somehow made me crave it. Since he was so tall, in my fantasies with Allen I had always imagined that he had a huge cock, and that served to make me crave him even more. Yet now here he was, rock hard and standing completely naked in front of me, and despite his height, it was obvious his cock was below average. It was certainly smaller than my husband's. Maybe it wasn't that small, but it did seem out of proportion with the rest of his body. Maybe that was why he seemed so uncomfortable. Before I even realized what I was doing, I asked him to wrap his hand around his cock. I'm not sure why, but I guess instinctively I thought that would give me an idea of just how big it really was. I don't know why I was so fixated on the size. Here I had this virile young man naked in my living room and I was quibbling about his size. But I couldn't help it. I was in this strange state of intense arousal and deep concentration, and I found myself softly speaking my thoughts. I said something like "Either your hands are bigger than my husband's, or your cock is smaller." I wanted to take it back the instant I realized I said it. I could tell it made him extremely embarrassed and uncomfortable, but to my complete and utter surprise he just stood there and took it. He didn't say a word, he just tried to cover himself as his eyes looked to the floor. I couldn't believe I said that, the size didn't really matter to me. It was more of a fantasy than anything else and I didn't really believe it made that much difference. I got up from the couch and walked over to him. I stood directly in front of him and reached out and began to caress his chest with one hand, as the other slid down across his belly and toward his stiff cock. I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked it gently. A rush came over me, it was the first new hard cock I felt in twenty years, and touching it surprised me. I told him how hard it felt, and told him my husband's cock never got this hard. That seemed to ease his embarrassment and make him a bit more comfortable. In an instant, my hand was in his leading him up the stairs to the bedroom. When we got to the bedroom, I sat of the edge of the bed and told him how my husband rarely ate me. Once again, I couldn't believe what I was blurting out, divulging intimate details about my sex life with my husband to Allen. I couldn't help it though. I'm not sure how it made Allen feel but he never said a word. I have to admit his docile nature and his seeming willingness to do anything I told him was a huge turn on. I'd never been in that position before, and it was quite a novel and erotic feeling. Before I knew it, I hiked my navy blue skirt up over my hips. Allen knew instantly what to do Without a sound he got down on his knees in front of me, put his thumbs up under my white bikini panties and then slid them down over my hips. Before long his face was buried in my pussy. With my hips still hanging slightly over the edge of the bed, I leaned back and ran my fingers through his hair as I ate me. I felt amazingly good, and I found myself talking like his mother, telling him how good it felt and how good he was doing. Several times he buried his tongue deep inside me, causing my hips to buck and my leg to squeeze around his head. I'm not sure how long he ate me, but it was at least for thirty wonderful minutes. The feeling of his tongue on my pussy was intense, but by that point I felt like I needed something inside of me. I gently stopped him, and motioned for him to get up on the bed. I had him lay on his back and before long I was straddling him. I grabbed his cock and guided it into my dripping wet pussy and slowly slid down. It felt so good I couldn't help but moan softly as his cock penetrated me. Slowly but surely I began to ride him. It was so incredibly erotic to watch Allen as I slid up and down my cock. His eyes were glazed over and his mouth hung open. I used my right hand to brace myself against his chest and used my left hand to play with my clit as I fucked him. With my husband, I was so used to having to be quiet with my son in the house. I usually expressed my satisfaction with nothing but low, soft moans, and even now with the house empty, that's basically still all I did. Allen, on the other hand, was completely different. He seemed out of his mind with pleasure and the sounds he made were incredibly erotic. A very intense combination of everything. Grunting. Moaning. Whimpering. Gasping. Groaning. It was like he was completely out of control. It didn't take long. I felt his body tense in about two minutes after I started and his moans turned to a high pitched squeal. My eyes had been closed for a bit as I soaked in the pleasure, but as I could sense him cumming, I opened my eyes to watch. His eyes looked straight at me for the duration of his orgasm. His eyes looked like they were bulging out of his head as he gasped for air. I just kept sliding up and down his cock and watched him cum and continued riding him as long as his cock would let me. When he was done and finally had caught his breath, I looked down at him and smiled. I think he was embarrassed that he hadn't lasted more than two minutes, but I didn't care. It was extremely erotic to know that I had caused that kind of reaction in him and had made him feel that good. As I slid his cock out of me, I stayed on top of him and caressed his chest. I told him my husband never came like that. That at most he grunted once or twice and that was it. I told him how erotic it was to make him cum like that and then be able to watch as he enjoyed myself so much. Music & Coffee After a minute or two I rolled off of him and we laid beside each other and didn't say a word to each other. I kind of ran my fingers over his body as we laid together. Slowly I made her way down to his cock and stroked it back to life. In about ten minutes he was hard again, and I couldn't wait to have him inside of me. I got down on all fours on the bed and told him get behind me. I reached around and grabbed his cock and slid it into me again. With his hands on my hips we started fucking. I couldn't help but grunt as his pelvis slammed into me. He seemed to follow suit and pretty soon we were both grunting in rhythm. After five minutes or so we switched positions. I got on my back and we fucked missionary style. I wanted to watch him cum again, so after a few minutes we switched again to where I was riding him. He seemed very self-conscious that I was watching him, and he wasn't quite as animated as before, but it still was erotic to watch him cum. I would say all in all, we probably fucked for about fifteen or twenty minutes. After that we took a shower together. I invited him to stay the night and he did. We slept next to each other naked in the bed. I woke him in the morning by giving by him head. When I first started his cock was tiny and shriveled, but by the time he was fully awake it was as hard as the night before. I stopped before I let him cum though, I wasn't sure I was ready to let him cum in my mouth. That was something I never did with my husband, and besides the woman in me wanted to leave him wanting more. Soon after I stopped he got dressed and left to go home. Needless to say, it was an incredible experience for me. I'm not sure how I feel about cheating on my husband, and could only wonder what he would think if he knew. But the idea of making a man fifteen years younger cum like I did is very arousing and empowering. It makes me feel desirable and sexy, and it makes me want to go out and do it all over again. Music & Love [This is merely character development for what will progress into a romance story. If you're looking for immediate sexual content, this is not the story for you.] As his fingers strummed the last chord of his encore, the uproar of females' satisfied screams flooded Jake's ears. The stage lights went off and he quickly grasped his amplifier chord with his sweaty fingers and pulled it out before walking offstage with his guitar. It had been a long and grueling set, but Jake was pleased with his performance. Although he was labeled as a pop star, his fans had the patience and the courtesy to let him explore some blues guitar riffs throughout his music when he performed live. Jake ran his calloused fingers through his sweaty hair as he pulled the Fender over his shoulder and handed it to the old stage manager. The old man was in his mid-fifties and bundled up tightly, despite the massive amount of electrical equipment and radios that seemed to be permanently attached to his body. He gave Jake a look-over, followed by a curious and bewildered look at which Jake laughed. "It's a hell of a lot hotter under those stage lights than I think that crowd realizes," Jake explained, nodding towards the set he'd just finished his concert on. He smiled, lifting his arm up to wipe the sweat off his brow. "When I'm out on stage I sweat like crazy, even in negative degree weather. Although don't tell the fans that, I don't think they'd find me as sexy anymore," he joked. The old man chuckled and patted Jake on the back. "I wouldn't worry about that boy; you've even got my old lady wrapped around your finger." It was the middle of February in Michigan and his manager had foolishly booked an outdoor concert. That didn't deter the thousands of girls that had lined up for Jake's performance. Jake sighed, happy that it was over. Jake loved music, that was for sure, but the music he wrote that made him famous wasn't the music that inspired his musical passion. He'd set out to be a blues artist originally; he'd grown up with a passion for artists like Stevie Ray Vaughn and Eric Clapton. Except, his career hadn't exactly started off that way. Jake was young when he first truly started to pursue his musical interests, and his lyrics missed the depth and wisdom of an older, wiser blues musician. Instead, his first record was reflective of his young age and lack of life experience, all set to a catchy pop-beat. His first EP picked up label interest, and he signed on with Awake Records in less than six months. His lack of love and search for a soul mate grasped the hearts of millions of women, making his record sales soar. At the persuasion of his manager, Jake had cut and styled his hair, worn the designer clothes, dated the A-list female celebrities. His second album had been a bit more daring – not as much pop and some subtle blues riffs. Thanks to the media he'd generated with his first album, his second one had even greater success. Followed by the constant flood of tours, press dates, functions, and awards shows, Jake's popularity skyrocketed, and with it went all of Jake's privacy. After a few successful albums, Jake started to regret his façade. This tour had been different for that reason – Jake started to break out of his shell. He stopped dating the phony A-list girls, stopped wearing the fancy clothes, and his hair became shaggy and tousled. Fortunately for his music, and unfortunately for his personal life, his undeniable talent for the guitar and his good looks kept him on every girl's sex list and kept his tour booked solid. After taking a break to record some new songs, Jake hit the tour circuit again – this time with a bluesy edge to his music. Critics and fans embraced the new Jake, and his new sound opened doors for work with other musicians. For the most part, everything Jake wanted was going smoothly – except when it came to his lack of a love life. "Hey man, we're all going back on the bus. Mike got some sandwiches and we hooked up the systems so we can beat your ass at Halo." Jake looked over and grinned at his friend Jeff, who also played the bass in his band. "Come on, man," Jake smirked. "You know I was born to kill bionically augmented men." Jake grabbed his jacket from backstage and started to walk towards the bus when his manager, Kevin, grabbed his arm. "Hey Jake, before you head out, you've got to do a quick interview with a few local crews. We already talked about this." Jake grimaced and pulled on his hoodie, wishing that he hadn't committed to this. Although he knew if he asked, Kevin wouldn't make him go, but he was never one to let the press or fans down. "Let's go then," he said quietly. As they neared the press table, Jake scanned his audience. A woman wearing a tight black business jacket paired with a silk red lace top underneath and a way too tight short skirt was busy applying lipstick using a compact mirror. She appeared to be the main journalist, seeing as how her crew stood at least five feet behind her and she kept turning around and patronizing them. "Don't stand so close to me. Does my hair look hot?" Jake overheard her say. Great, Jake thought, another one. His eyes continued to wander through the group when they fell on a tall, slender woman wearing a fluffy black jacket over a black outfit, her camera hung around her neck. What captured his attention though was the humor in her mocking expressions as she watched the reporter next to her applying her makeup. Hmm, maybe for once I'll meet someone not so vain and shallow... Jake shook his head as if to forget those thoughts. Probably not, he thought cynically. The group looked up when Kevin cleared his throat loudly. "Here's Jake Anderson for you folks. One at a time, please." Immediately the sultry, attention-demanding reporter stepped up. She held out her hand for Jake to shake. He stepped forward to grasp her hand, but she pulled away so just the tips of her fingers lay in his palm. Pathetic handshake, Jake thought as he forced a wry smile. "How are you doing tonight ma'am?" She giggled and batted her eyelashes. She began to ask him questions he found extremely un-original and very invading of what little privacy he had. His answers became shorter and curter toward the end of their interview. Finally he smiled and said "Thank you for your time, I have another interview now." She smiled back and leaned forward on the rail separating Jake from the press, pushing up her cleavage. "It's okay, I'm sure you'll have time for me later," she whispered. "Nope, I'm afraid I'm pretty booked," he whispered back. Jake had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at the expression on her face at his rejection. She turned around forcefully, tripping on her heels. Growling and obviously frustrated, she stomped off, dragging her unhappy staff behind her. As she walked away, Jake started to laugh out loud. He looked up to find a wide smile on the woman photographer's face, and he felt his face flush. Courtney giggled at the look on Jake's face when they made eye contact. "What can I do for you, miss?" Jake asked in an attempt to muster up his cool. Courtney was impressed at how polite Jake was, even with the snobby reporter he had just been interviewing with. Although it was apparent to her how uninterested he was in that woman, he still treated her with respect and answered all her questions wholly. "I'm not used to rock stars being so friendly... and not drunk," Courtney responded humorously. Jake's eyebrows lifted and comically tilted his head to the side. "Sorry to disappoint. My mom raised me to be a gentleman, no matter the circumstances." After a few minutes of humorous conversation, Courtney stepped back and lifted her camera, snapping a picture of Jake and catching him completely off guard. "Oh good, I hope that's the cover," he said, looking slightly irritated. Still, this woman had been more entertaining to speak to than any other women he had met in a while, and Jake was definitely feeling lonely. "Would you like to grab something to eat?" he asked, sounding hopeful. "Why not, I've still got an interview to do with you," Courtney answered quickly, afraid he might change his mind. "I know a deli up the street that's open late." "Perfect," Jake coolly responded, but inside, he was more excited than he could remember in a long time.