It was no surprise; he stood there and he wasn’t alone. She knew he was just standing there to show off, to rub it in. This is what he was all about; unbelievable highs and extreme lows. She remembered when he had taken her for rides all over town, how her thighs seemed to connect with him while she held on for dear life. The seduction was what it was all about, in those days.
What came after was the freakiness. The highs, in that case, were even higher; she had never before in her life encountered a man that could play her like an instrument. It’s just sad he had to fuck with her mind too.
Everything was about pushing borders; he had made her do things she never imagined. An every day situation was electrified with hormones and pleasure; simple things would never be the same.
And all the while her friends warned her. Strangers warned her. The look on the faces of his entourage she only later learned to read as pity. She had told him all her secrets. What she fantasized about. What she wanted to do. What she was yearning for. What she was afraid of. And then he exploited it all.

Only a few days before here world had collapsed. It was like a scene in a movie; she walked into the place late and the audience was already going crazy. And there he was, still wearing his clothes; she knew they would disappear later on during his performance. And he was singing. He was singing about her. But his words made her shudder. Those were the words she had whispered in his ears, in his ears only. And he was singing it out to the world.
Her cheeks felt like they were burning, her body turned cold as stone. She stomped off to the dressing room immediately, she did not want to hear him sing more. Why had he done this?
There were people in the dressing room. Manager, hanger-on’s, like she now felt. The drummer’s girlfriend, the bassist’s latest model. They vaguely acknowledged her, making her feel like something was happening beyond her control. She went for the food ‘n drinks table immediately and got some champagne, just to justify the lightness in her head.
She stood there all the while. Some people would offer her more champagne and she would take it. Others tried to small talk her, but she was unresponsive. She wondered if they already heard the song and if they knew it was about her. She wondered if he was performing more new songs and if she was in those too. She sipped some more.
Then the audience exploded and she knew he would come over to drink some water before he headed back for an encore. He walked in not a minute later.
He looked at her, but started to talk to the manager first. He kept looking at her, but she was sure her frown must communicate her mood perfectly. She even had her arms crossed. When he walked over to her he did not say anything at first.
‘Didn’t you go out and watch the show?’ It seemed he wanted to play dumb. She wasn’t having it.
‘Seems I did not have to see the show. It sounded like I already had been there before.’ She let a silence hang, painfully. He looked away and dared to wave at a girl walking in.
‘And I wanna go home’ Again silence. Only a month ago he would have forgotten about the encore and taken her home. But now he said ‘Suit yourself’ and walked off again. The strange girl followed to the stage. Tammy decided to go home.

And now she was back, after having heard nothing for a week. And he was standing there, with his arm around the new girl. Tammy realised she was now the old girl. And that she had only one thing to do.
She walked up to him and while she caught his eye, he turned away. Then his bodyguard blocked her; she looked up in surprise. But his look was firm. ‘Too late. Missy’, he mumbled. ‘Don’t make a scene’,
She decided it was not worth it, but put her knee in his crotch anyways. He doubled over and while she caught his eye again, she just raised her famous one eyebrow and turned.
He did not deserve to know she was pregnant. It was time for her to head back to California and recuperate.

Is this from your first novel?

scififilmnerd said:

My first novel is about elves and was written when I was 14. This is from the autobiography of an undisclosed model. From way back in the 80's.

HamsterHuey said:

So you didn't write it yourself?

Do you think it's about Prince?

scififilmnerd said:

Hehehe, of course I wrote this myself. I just put myself in the position of Apollonia, walking into 1st Avenue while he was playing Darling Nikki, but tweaked it all a bit.

I like a good drama.

HamsterHuey said:

Well, I kinda like it. You're a good writer.

scififilmnerd said:

Well, thank you!

How are you, mate. We can safely jack this thread, as it's clearly about nothing of importance at all.

I am having a productive day! Chatting with Isten! And Fhunkin was on earlier! And I could chat with you too, if only you would get MSN, you beotch.

HamsterHuey said:

Istensex and Fhunkin should come to the org more. It's been, like YEARS since I've seen Fhunkin on here.

Anyways, I'm fine. I'm currently considering getting a faster internet connection, but it's a do-it-yourself installation so I'm a bit afraid that I won't know how to install it myself. I mean, gays and tech... No.

But I've got two different ads for broadband lying on my desk, that I'm considering.

Did I say Fhunkin? I meant Fhucking, of course.

Now I'm gonna go watch Falling In Love with Meryl Streep and Robert De Niro on TV. See you later, Herman dear.

Tell Istensex and Fhucking I said hello.

Take care of yourself, you big dreamboat.

I'm going to dinner at my best friend's tonight, and we'll probably end up at the local gay piano bar.

scififilmnerd said:

Dayum! And I am sure you are not kidding me. What do they do there? Have a tranny Barbra Streisand singing The Way We Were?

I am not sure about tonight. This afternoon is about chilling; I wanna read a book, just not sure what book yet.

And if I am in the mood I am going to kiss strangers in town tonight. Dunno yet.

HamsterHuey said:

I may try that today walking in the holiday parade dressed up as a Belly Dancer

perhaps in front of the TV camera area

Hermy wormy spermy.

Cloudbuster said:

Basically, yes.

With you, preferably.
But alas. So I gotta hunt. For the next big thing. Looking for love in all the wrong places.

HamsterHuey said:

I thought love had been killed off years ago.

Cloudbuster said:

It lives in a weird place now. It slumbers deep inside of my heart. Come tear it outa my chest. Kiss the love that hides awake.

Wake me up. Slumber's lasted long enough.

HamsterHuey said:

Cloudbuster said:

Poke me out of this slumbery state.
You can, I won't brusie easily.
Wake me with a kiss.
Or headbuttme, if you like.
As long as you hold me afterwards.
And ward off darkness.
Just for a little while.
Just for a little while,
Make me feel harboured.

HamsterHuey said:

Yeah, ok. I'll be over in 10. Put the kettle on.

Then get the whiskey, baby oil and the class A's out.

Cloudbuster said:

To boiling point.
Probably boil over.
Overheated.
To warm.
Your cold heart.

Cloudbuster said:

Promise.

And too

HamsterHuey said:

Ok. Milk, no sugar.

Cloudbuster said:

Ohoh, milky milky
You got me going to the corner store
Totally out
But I got sugar
I got sugar
I got sugar in my bowl
Common have a taste
Make sure not to waste
No haste needed
I got all day

HamsterHuey said:

That the best you can do?
Me thinks I shall remain here with my right hand and a bottle of poppers instead.

Cloudbuster said:

Oh. You are a realist. Turn on that cam on Yahoo and get naked then. Apply nipple clamps and sniff poppers. I can make you cum. Hard.

But I rather have tea and then build up gradually. And explode appropriately.

HamsterHuey said:

I'd love to shoot all over yer face.

Cloudbuster said:

For starters. How sensitive are your nipples? Be rough on mine.