people crossed into the shadows of their minds, where they experimented and tried things they wouldn't otherwise consider at any other time. This was the place when the band member's let loose and crossed forbidden lines and did things they didn't mention the next day.
She pulled her skirt as far up as she could, and tugged down on her top so that her apple-round breasts protruded from her tight black top. In the reflection of the lobby window she made sure that her hair was neat and her lipstick intact, and took out her phone to appear occupied while she waited for the rock-star to arrive. She didn't want to seem desperate.
Fifteen minutes later a limousine pulled up in front of the hotel entrance. Out of it stepped Callum, followed by a blonde girl whose blouse was only barely attached to her thin frame. Alyssa's stomach dropped and the same heat filled her angry chest, but she sucked air through her nostrils and straightened her posture. When the lead guitarist staggered through the automatic glass doors, she stood up. Alyssa could see even from a distance that he was sloshed, as his movements were loose and fumbling. The smell of scotch sailed on the air and smacked her in the face. She thought for a moment how disappointing it was to find such a beautiful man in the arms of another woman. Alyssa's gorge rose at the thought, but then her adventurous and kinkier side took over. Maybe Alyssa could transform her disappointment in Callum's behavior into something more.fun. The gears turned in her mind for a while, as she watched Callum approached the elevator. Then Alyssa took a deep breath and started her way over to Callum, almost tripping on her heels.
The girl he had come with stumbled inside and flung an arm around his shoulder to support herself. She was laughing hysterically, but could barely hold her eyes open. The two of them walked towards the elevators, moving right past Alyssa without so much as a glance.
“Callum,” she said in a panic, “You're Callum Redbrook, right?”
The man spun on his heels to look at her. A soft grin spread across his face as he nodded, almost bowing in drunken egotism. The floozy draped herself over him and gave Alyssa a quick look of displeasure.
“I am,” he said.
Alyssa walked over to him, just close enough that he'd smell the perfume she'd just recently re-applied. The scent hit him in the nose and awakened his senses, so visible was its effect. He stood upright and surveyed her figure from top to bottom.
“I'm Alyssa,” she said, “I'm a huge fan.”
“Is that right?” he said. The girl on his arm curled her eyebrows.
“Yeah, I've been listening to C of L for years.” she said.
“Good for you,” spat the floozy, tugging on the guitarist's neck, “Let's go.” She wanted Callum to herself, and Callum turned back toward the elevator. In a slight moment of panic, Alyssa tilted her shoulders back and pushed out her chest to accentuate her breasts. Callum was undeniably aware of them.
“Hold on,” he said to the woman strapped to him, then looked to Alyssa, “If you're such a big fan, what's your favorite song from the EP?”
She paused for a moment. The woman laughed at her. “Requisite Retribution,” she said.
Callum looked at her with a raised eyebrow. He shook the blonde woman from his shoulder and stepped closer to Alyssa, peering for a moment down her top as he absorbed her beautiful scent on her neck.
“Well done,” he mumbled, “Well done.”
“Callum, let's go. I've got wild things to show you,” said the blonde woman, tapping impatiently at the elevator button.
“And who signed us after that EP, do you know?”
“Black Festival Records,” Alyssa said.
“And the first album we released with them?”
“Hell Harmonic.”
Callum chuckled to himself. He turned to look at the blonde woman who was watching for the arrival of the elevator. “She's pretty good, this one,” he said to her, “Pretty good, don't you think?”
The woman
She pulled her skirt as far up as she could, and tugged down on her top so that her apple-round breasts protruded from her tight black top. In the reflection of the lobby window she made sure that her hair was neat and her lipstick intact, and took out her phone to appear occupied while she waited for the rock-star to arrive. She didn't want to seem desperate.
Fifteen minutes later a limousine pulled up in front of the hotel entrance. Out of it stepped Callum, followed by a blonde girl whose blouse was only barely attached to her thin frame. Alyssa's stomach dropped and the same heat filled her angry chest, but she sucked air through her nostrils and straightened her posture. When the lead guitarist staggered through the automatic glass doors, she stood up. Alyssa could see even from a distance that he was sloshed, as his movements were loose and fumbling. The smell of scotch sailed on the air and smacked her in the face. She thought for a moment how disappointing it was to find such a beautiful man in the arms of another woman. Alyssa's gorge rose at the thought, but then her adventurous and kinkier side took over. Maybe Alyssa could transform her disappointment in Callum's behavior into something more.fun. The gears turned in her mind for a while, as she watched Callum approached the elevator. Then Alyssa took a deep breath and started her way over to Callum, almost tripping on her heels.
The girl he had come with stumbled inside and flung an arm around his shoulder to support herself. She was laughing hysterically, but could barely hold her eyes open. The two of them walked towards the elevators, moving right past Alyssa without so much as a glance.
“Callum,” she said in a panic, “You're Callum Redbrook, right?”
The man spun on his heels to look at her. A soft grin spread across his face as he nodded, almost bowing in drunken egotism. The floozy draped herself over him and gave Alyssa a quick look of displeasure.
“I am,” he said.
Alyssa walked over to him, just close enough that he'd smell the perfume she'd just recently re-applied. The scent hit him in the nose and awakened his senses, so visible was its effect. He stood upright and surveyed her figure from top to bottom.
“I'm Alyssa,” she said, “I'm a huge fan.”
“Is that right?” he said. The girl on his arm curled her eyebrows.
“Yeah, I've been listening to C of L for years.” she said.
“Good for you,” spat the floozy, tugging on the guitarist's neck, “Let's go.” She wanted Callum to herself, and Callum turned back toward the elevator. In a slight moment of panic, Alyssa tilted her shoulders back and pushed out her chest to accentuate her breasts. Callum was undeniably aware of them.
“Hold on,” he said to the woman strapped to him, then looked to Alyssa, “If you're such a big fan, what's your favorite song from the EP?”
She paused for a moment. The woman laughed at her. “Requisite Retribution,” she said.
Callum looked at her with a raised eyebrow. He shook the blonde woman from his shoulder and stepped closer to Alyssa, peering for a moment down her top as he absorbed her beautiful scent on her neck.
“Well done,” he mumbled, “Well done.”
“Callum, let's go. I've got wild things to show you,” said the blonde woman, tapping impatiently at the elevator button.
“And who signed us after that EP, do you know?”
“Black Festival Records,” Alyssa said.
“And the first album we released with them?”
“Hell Harmonic.”
Callum chuckled to himself. He turned to look at the blonde woman who was watching for the arrival of the elevator. “She's pretty good, this one,” he said to her, “Pretty good, don't you think?”
The woman
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