Warning: Sexually explicit with lots of kinks and smut. The use of violent language is also included. "Hold me like the strings of your guitar and squeeze my breast like you're holding a note" Austin Sharpe, the lead singer of the pop-rock sensation Planet Orange, is hurtling toward self-destruction. The aftermath of a breakup with the woman he believed to be his true love has set him on a perilous course. Acquiring a reputation as one of Los Angeles' most notorious bad boys, his actions are jeopardizing the future of his successful career. Despite the concern of his family and bandmates, no one seems capable of steering him away from this destructive path. Enter Clara Peterson, an LA newcomer originally from Lynchville, Virginia. Aspiring for a life beyond the simplicity embraced by those in her hometown, she seizes a remarkable opportunity when a major record label takes notice of her. The only hitch? She must embark on a tour with Austin Sharpe, the pop-rock star infamous for his unsavory behavior and bad attitude. However, could there be more to Austin than meets the eye? Perhaps LA's most notorious bad boy isn't as bad as his reputation suggests.
Austin spun the bourbon glass held between his hands, signalling the bartender with a lifted finger for another pour. Whether this was his fifth or sixth drink escaped him, but it hardly mattered since he had nowhere to be, and driving wasn't a concern.
Raising his gaze to meet the bartender's, she delivered the requested drink with a sly wink. If she noticed the redness around his eyes suggesting he might have had enough, she didn't acknowledge it. Her appearance was uncomplicatedly attractive, with her most prominent feature being her generously exposed cleavage. She seemed like the type who would claim to love his music but was likely more fascinated by his notoriety. The kind of girl who often approached him seeking a photo, an autograph, their body or any interaction they could get from him.
Not that it bothered him much. Fans and groupies were generally harmless, and girls swooning at his feet wasn't something he was inclined to discourage. He relished the perks that came with his fame.
Like now, for instance, as the bartender took her break and was replaced with a burly guy who appeared to be in his mid-thirties, she slunk off towards the bathroom, shaking her hips and daring a glance back at him to make sure he was following. Austin was never one to turn down a good time, so of course he was.
She disappeared into the men's restroom and Austin followed only moments later. He got straight to business, extending his hands to release her belt, sliding her shorts down just enough to slip his hand into her panties and rub his fingers against her wet sex. She moaned his name and it was at that moment he realized he didn't have a single clue what hers was. It was irrelevant. He'd be gone as soon as she gave him what he needed.
Austin was done wasting time and she had finally managed to free his dick from his skin-tight black skinny jeans. He dug a condom out of the back pocket of his pants pocket, tearing open the wrapper and unrolling the latex coating over his throbbing erection. Her fingers tangled themselves into the mop of black hair that was covering his head. She tugged gently against the strands and he groaned, aligning himself at her entrance. He gave her no warning or prep as he slid into her. Her eyes widened as he allowed her no time to adjust, just lifting his hips and setting a steady rhythm, quickly moving in and out of her. She screamed, it was shrill and irritating and he wished she would just shut the fuck up and help him finish. He squeezed the soft skin at the back of her thighs and lifted her slowly until she was seated on the counter, allowing him a better angle. He drove himself into her, pushing and pulling her hips, over and over again until she finally clenched around him.
With her taken care of he picked up the pace, the sound of skin slapping heard over the outside noise of the bar. After what felt like forever he finally hit his high, thrusting a few times more to allow himself to ride it out, before leaving her empty.
He disposed of the condom in the toilet before leaving the bathroom, the girl, and the bar, behind him. Just another day in the life of pop star Austin Sharpe.
Things had never been this bad, he'd never felt this far gone. Wasn't living the dream supposed to be fun? If so, he had certainly fucked up somewhere along the way. He knew he had to do something, if he kept this up, he was headed straight for destruction.
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Across town, in a spot called Marias, known to the locals for its amazing food and the open mic night talent, Clara Peterson took the stage. For her performance she removed her apron and grabbed her guitar out of the back storage room. She had been waiting tables at Marias for over two years, doing the same thing everyone else in town was, trying to make a name for herself.
She had moved out to LA at eighteen, desperate to escape her parents and turn her dreams into a reality. She had been desperate to do something with herself besides resigning to grow up to be a wife and mother like the other girls in Lynchville seemed content to do.
She wasn't like them, she never had been.
"How's everyone doing tonight?" She asked as she stepped up to the microphone, her fears melting away as her anxiety about the performance faded into excited nerves. "My name's Clara and I've got just one song for you tonight. It's an original, and it's called "Good Riddance"
Another turning point a fork stuck in the road. Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go. So make the best of this test and don't ask why It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time. It's something unpredictable,
but in the end it's right. I hope you had the time of your life.
Clara stared out into the crowd as she took them in, smiling at the sound of their applause.
"Thanks guys." She called into the microphone, taking a step away from it and heading offstage. It hadn't been her best performance but the packed house of mostly regulars who had seen her before had responded positively.
She didn't make it far before being stopped by a gentleman in a nice suit. Her first reaction was to remove her wrist from his grasp. One look at his face had her fight or flight reflex disappearing.
"Can I help you?" She asked, thankful for the crowds around and Maria's watchful eye across the restaurant.
"I'm sorry if I frightened you Ms. Peterson but I just had to catch you before you went back to your shift. You are the one that works here right?"
"Uh, yeah," Clara answered unsure of how he knew she worked there. "Look, do I know you?"
"My apologies, I should introduce myself. My name is Frodd Dylan and I work for Tidal Records. You may have heard of us?"
Holy shit.
"We have some notable artists on our roster, people like Shawn Mendes, Peyton, and of course Planet Orange."
"Um, yeah I've heard of the label. What can I do for you?"She asked, trying desperately not to squeal like a schoolgirl over the fact that a real-life record label representative had come to speak with her.
"Well actually Clara, this is about what I can do for you. Mr. Maria contacted our office and said there was a girl who worked for him who could sing any song you wanted her to. She had indescribable talent, and she was a natural storyteller who made you feel the lyrics when she sang them for you. I doubted his assessment, truthfully we get calls about 'indescribable talent' quite frequently, but I still came to see for myself and Clara, that he was right. I'd love to have you come out to Tidal. We can talk terms and conditions then but I am very interested in having you record a sample of songs with us and seeing where that may lead. I understand that you've been working on a demo so if you're interested, bring whatever you have of that with you as well. Here's my card. Think about it and get back to me to set up a date. It was nice meeting you."
He clicked the button on his blue tooth headset and turned on his heel immediately diving into a conversation, disappearing into the crowd as quickly as he had appeared.
Clara was left clutching onto the business card and staring after him as he went, thinking that for the first time since she had gotten to LA, her dreams finally felt possible.
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