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as I watched him lick my juices from his fingers one at a time. “Ummmm unh unh,” was all I could mumble as I closed my eyes and rested my head against the seat. I literally couldn’t believe what just happened. Did I just get off at the hands of one of my biggest celebrity crushes? Yes, why yes I did! Shit! Do I still not have an interview? No, I don’t. Fuck! I thought to myself.
    “Hey,” I turned my head toward him. “What was that all about?”
    “I don’t know. What do you want it to be about?”
    I shrugged and looked out the window as we exited the highway.
    We pulled into a small private airport, and Christoff’s jet was already running. He left the Benz to an attendant and he placed his hand on the small of my back as he escorted me inside the plane. The seats on the plane were the same soft black leather as the interior of the Mercedes. The entire interior of the plane looked like it was made of platinum, and there was soft neon-blue lighting. A flat screen television was built-in behind the cockpit. I’ve always fantasized about flying on a private jet, but this was better than I could have ever imagined. There was a group of four seats in the center of the plane that faced each other. Christoff gestured for me to sit directly across from him.
    “Care for something to drink?” His baritone voice filled the entire plane.
    “What do you have?”
    “Anything and everything you could possibly want.”
    “I’ll take a semi dry white wine.”
    He pushed a button above his seat and within seconds a flight attendant appeared. He said something to her in German and she disappeared. We fastened our safety belts and prepared for take off. I love to travel but I’ve always gott en nervous on planes. Taxiing down the runway can be fun, but being in the air is definitely not. I thought my head was going to explode as we picked up speed and I felt us leave the ground.
    “You look nervous.”
    Not wanting to seem vulnerable, I shook my head. “No,” I asserted.
    Once we were cruising at altitude, the flight attendant appeared with a shiny chrome goblet of wine.
    “This is a rare white wine made with Seyval grapes. It’s from my friend’s private vineyard. I think you will enjoy it,” Christoff explained as the flight attendant handed the wine to me.
    I took a small sip. It was cool and sweet on my tongue but it made the rest of my body feel warm inside. “Mmmm, nice choice.” I nodded approvingly and took another sip.
    Christoff spoke to the stewardess again in German. I can only understand bits and pieces of German but I heard him ask for some privacy. And I think I heard him say ‘We have an interview to do’ but perhaps it was wishful thinking.
    “So, our interview.” He turned his attention to me.
    I breathed a sigh of relief. I discreetly clicked on my digital recorder, but I did not place it where it was visible to him. I wanted him to talk freely and forget he was being recorded, if that were at all possible.
    “I listened to the new album. I really like it, but it’s pretty dark and aggressive... kind of melancholy too. What inspired it?” I asked casually.
    “My loneliness. Being on stage night after night with all the energy and with thousands of fans screaming my name is such an enormous high. But when the lights go down and the people disappear, it just leaves an enormous void. An emptiness that is the lowest of lows. And that’s what most of this album is about. The other tracks are about the pain my last relationship caused me when it ended. I wrote all of this album while on our first tour.”
    “I don’t understand. Why the empty feeling? From what I’ve heard you’re never at a loss when it comes to companionship. You’ve had plenty of girlfriends... you always have a new one even before the last relationship e nds.” I tried to withhold all sense of judgment from my voice the best I could.
    “You’re right.” He cut me off. “I’ve had many girlfriends, some of the