Grab As Much (As You Can)
You stand off in the wings of the stage, watching your girlfriend thank the cheering crowd after finishing her set. This was probably the last time she’d be performing here, at least for a long while. It’s not for any bad reason, in fact it’s a great one! She’s gotten popular enough now that a venue like this is just too small for her now, and it’s for the best that she starts moving onto bigger and bigger places. However, since this is the place where both of you got your start, and really where she started to get any notoriety, you both decided to do one last show here even if she now is technically ‘out of its league’, like a few reporters said when this show was announced. You shift to lean against the wall as she tears up while talking about how much she is gonna miss this place. Ahh, yeah, now that you think about it you probably will too. Something about this place feels like a second home for the two of you. It has...soul? Quantifying things in terms of being ‘soulful’ or ‘souless’ hasn’t really been something you like to do, but on the other hand if you were asked if you could perform anywhere in the world, here would be your answer with almost no hesitation.
The sound of someone clearing their throat behind you takes you out of your little introspection session, and you turn around to face someone striking and familiar, yet you still can’t place their name.
She’s tall, wearing a pair of red and white sneakers, leather pants, a white dress shirt, and a black cape on her shoulders. She’s...uh, pretty well endowed, but you don’t let your eyes linger. Your girlfriend is like 25 feet away dude, chill out. Her long brown hair is pulled into a ponytail as well as a hairband with a pair of little devil horns. Her sunglasses are low on her nose, letting her bright red eyes be shown as she similarly looks you up and down. The two of you stare at each other for a second before she’s the one to break the silence.
“Anon, right?” You just nod.
“Sweet. You can call me J-Chad. I don’t think we’ve ever met.” She extends her hand to you and you accept the handshake.
“Hi, yeah I don’t think we have. Can’t help but feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before, though.”
“Ahh, that’s probably because you’ve only seen me with the boss lady. I’m Mori Calliope's manager.” Oh shit, that’s someone you know! You glance back at the stage, and see your girlfriend still talking to the crowd.
“Are you here for her?” You point with your thumb over your shoulder.
“Both of you, actually. Mori has seen a lot of your guys' stuff and is very interested in the idea of doing some work together.” Oh man! Your girlfriend really needs to be here for this. You turn and wave your arms trying to get her attention. Unfortunately, she doesn’t seem to get your gesticulations mean to wrap it up. Instead, she gets a big grin and brings the mic back up to her mouth.
“Of course, I have to give the biggest thank you to my personal little multi-tool of a boyfriend! Come on up, Anon!”
The crowd erupts at the mention of you, and gets even louder when you walk up onstage. Jeez, they really haven’t forgotten about you, have they? You stand beside your girlfriend. The crowd's general cheers for her have almost entirely been drowned out by everyone yelling for you. You look over to your girlfriend and see her smile has become just a bit strained. Crap. You quickly lean down and whisper in her ear.
“Look where I just came from.” She obliges you, then does a double take when she sees J-Chad standing there, who just gives a casual wave at her. She turns to look back at you, then back to J-chad, then up at you again. You nod and gesture for her to go over. She yells a quick “Thank you! Love you! Bye!” her signature sign off quote, before throwing you the mic and practically running off stage.
The crowd still shouts and cheers for you now that you're alone on stage. They start chanting “ONE MORE TIME!”, trying to get you to sing something, anything for them. You’d love to, and you did leave them hanging with your sudden retirement...but you can’t. For a lot of reasons. So, you just put the mic back on the stand, look back out to the crowd, and kiss your index and middle finger before giving a peace sign with a smile. Your signature sign off.
“Sorry.”
…
You open the door to the green room to find your girlfriend and J-Chad sitting on the couch talking to each other, with your girlfriend clearly being the more animated of the two. She’s gushing about Mori Calliope and doesn’t even seem to notice that you’ve entered the room. J-Chad does though, and gives you a nod, which seems to finally get her to notice your arrival. She jumps up from the couch and grabs your arm, hopping up and down.
“Oh, Anon, can you believe it!? THE Mori Calliope wants to collab with me! Me! It’s all I’ve ever dreamed of!” She let’s go to continue gushing to herself while you turn to J-Chad to ask a few questions.
“How’d you guys even find out about her? No offense or anything, but you're kinda leagues ahead of where she is.”
“Mori likes to keep an eye, or ear rather, on the scene around here. She got her start in this city too so she likes to see if there’s people coming up like she was, and give them a hand. Mori knows how hard it can be to get the recognition you deserve.” She’s talking about your girlfriend you're sure, but she gives you a look over her glasses that you can’t place.
J-Chad pushes her glasses back up and stands when your girlfriend turns around, and continues.
“Mori likes what she saw of you guys, and thinks something really good can come out of working together.” Seems straight forward enough, you guess.
“So, how exactly does this sort of thing work? Sorry, it’s just we’re both kinda new to this sorta thing.” You rub the back of your head. You kinda wanted to make a better first impression to someone so big, look a little less amateur, but you are out of your depth here. J-Chad seems patient though, and just smiles before fishing out a business card out of her pocket, extending out between two fingers for you to take. But, your girlfriend snatches and looks over excitedly before you get the chance to take it from her. J-Chad just laughs it off.
“Just come to the studio this Saturday around noon, we’ll be there and we can hash out the nitty-gritty of it there and get the chance to meet Mori in the flesh.” Your girlfriend practically starts drooling at the thought, and starts fanning herself with her hands, you pluck the business card from her hand and guide her to sit back down at the couch.
You glance down at J-Chad’s business card, it’s a nice glossy black with embossed golden letters, and a facsimile of her striking red headband over her name. The tasteful thickness of it- My god, it even has a watermark. Suppressing your inner Patrick Bateman, you see that the address for the studio is on it, as well as what you assume is J-Chad’s phone number. You look back up at her.
“We’ll be sure to be there.” J-Chad smiles and claps her gloved hands together, rubbing them.
“Great! Mori will be happy to hear it. She can’t wait to meet you~.” She punctuates the end of her statement by pulling her glasses down and winking at you. Uhhh….
But, before you get the chance to comment she pushes them back up and pulls out her phone.
“Gotta give Mori the good news. I’ll see you then.” She quickly leaves the room.
You look back at your girlfriend on the couch. She’s flushed, with her head tilted back, eyes closed and her mouth hanging open. Wait, you’ve seen her like that before.
“You better not have fucking came just at the thought of meeting Mori.” She just cracks one eye open when she hears you.
“Haaah? Oh, uh, no. Well, almost.” You chuckle.
“Oh my god. Well, I hope you don’t spray all over the floor when you shake her hand.”
She just smiles before pretending to cum, letting out a “UUUUOOOOOHHHH” before breaking into laughter herself.
“Heh. Alright, come on and get up. Let’s get you home.”
You coax her up and the two of you head on home together, arm in arm.
…
You’ve never been to a meeting of this importance before, but this is definitely a bit more ‘business’ than you thought it might be, and with how your girlfriend got more and more deflated every time you looked over at her, she thought the same. Mori’s been...surprisingly placid, almost bored? She’s barely spoken, only giving the occasional grunt or nod, and even let out a loud sigh and put her feet up on the table when your girlfriend started showing her notebooks full of all the songs she’s worked on or is working on. You thought that was a touch rude, but you didn’t really want to comment on it. This is a one in a million chance, after all.
What else you don’t want to comment on is the way Mori keeps glancing at you. Like you’re the only thing here that really interests her. Sure, you and J-Chad have been doing ninety five percent of the talking here, since your girlfriend began to clam up at Mori’s apparent disinterest, but still. You press on anyway, and eventually hash out all the details you can think of for what this collaboration is gonna be. It’s gonna be a single, and Mori allegedly wants to perform it live for her next concert, which is a few months away. Seems to be plenty of time, you guess. Working in the studio 4-5 days a week, maybe more, maybe less depending on various things on Mori’s end. A famous girl is a busy girl, supposedly. Well, that’s not exactly fair, she’s probably got contractual obligations out the ass. But, with all the paperwork you signed you do too! Yay! But eventually the meeting concludes and you and J-Chad begin to pick up and sort your respective paperwork, Mori stands and stretches while your girlfriend collects her notebooks, still put off by her idol's dismissive behaviour.
A pale hand comes into your peripheral visions as you file away the last of your papers. You glance up and see Mori reaching across the table, her hand outstretched. Does she want a handshake? Whatever, you can be professional. You grasp the soft hand and find it’s surprisingly clammy.
“It’s a pleasure to be working with you, Miss Calliope.” You give a fake smile. She returns with a smaller, seemingly legitimate one.
“...Yeah.” She glances over at your girlfriend, who’s waiting expectantly and let’s go of your hand, quickly leaving the conference room. The three of you watch her leave. You turn J-Chad.
“Is she...alright?”
“Yeah, she’s more...um, reserved? Then I thought she would be, anyway.” Your girlfriend adds.
J-Chad takes off her sunglasses and cleans them with the bottom of her shirt.
“She’ll be alright. Her last project like this didn’t work out so well, and she put a lot into it. That, and her last album was a lot more frustrating than we expected. She’s a bit more hesitant this time around. She’ll warm up, don’t worry.” She says, looking down at the floor before putting her glasses and giving the both of you a thumbs up. That seems to placate your girlfriend well enough, but you're still a bit skeptical. Those looks, and that handshake? It seemed to you like a deliberate effort to snub your girlfriend, but maybe you’re just being defensive. If your girlfriend is placated by that answer, then you should be too. No reason to make this collab any harder than it needs to be, right? Well, you’ll be reconvening this coming Monday regardless, so you guess you’ll see if that goes any better than this.
As you and your girlfriend are heading out of the studio, you feel a hand come down onto your shoulder, you turn and see it’s J-Chad.
“Hold up a sec. I realized I forgot some more paperwork you need to look at, sorry.” You spare a glance back to your girlfriend.
“Will it take long?” You kinda just want to head home at this point.
“Maybe. Maybe not. I can’t say for sure.” J-Chad looks over your shoulder, and her hand by extension.
“You can head home either way, I’ll make sure he gets a ride back home.”
“Oh! Uh, really? I’m totally okay with waiti-”.
“Really. It’s just manager stuff, anyway. No reason to hold you up. You’ve probably had enough of sitting around while other people talk business, right?” J-Chad cuts her off.
“R-right. See you at home honey!” Your girlfriend waves as she heads out the double doors.
J-Chad finally lets go of your shoulder and gestures for you to follow her. The two of you head back down the hallway and you only get a “You’ll see.” when you ask her what exactly she forgot. Eventually, you reach a door with a placard reading J-Chads name, stylized in a similar way to her business card, She opens the door and holds it for you, letting you enter first. You look around and find it’s about what you expected to see. A desk with a computer, full bookshelf, several framed gold and platinum records hang on the wall. All Mori’s successes, as far as you can tell. There’s a coffee table with two chairs on one side, and a couch on the other. Mori reclines on said couch, with her hands behind her head and legs crossed on the armrest, staring placidly at you. Wait. If it was just manager stuff, why is she here?
“I’d rather not have to get someone to clean up after you, so don’t make too much of a mess.” J-Chad says before closing the door behind you. What? You look over at Mori again and she takes her feet off the couch, shifting to sit and lean forward. She stares at you for a second before speaking.
“Look, I’m just gonna be real with you. your girlfriend’s trash, dude.”
“...What?”
“She’s got no range, her pitch is all over the place, her lyric writing is mid at best-the stuff that’s obviously not written by you, anyway. Just f’ed all over, man. It’s a miracle she got this far...or maybe, a lot of someone else’s hard work.” Alright, this is kinda unnecessary.
“Well, if that’s what you think then why the fuck did you want to work with her? This was all your idea, remember?” Mori just lets a sly smile work it’s way across her face and stands up from the couch. She approaches you, and gets way too up into your personal space. Her finger trails up your chest while you stand frozen. She hooks it into the collar of your shirt before tugging on it, trying to get you to lean down while she purses her lips. Oh. Is she fucking for real?
You grab her wrist with one hand and her shoulder with the other, pushing her to arm’s length.
“Not gonna fucking happen. Not interested. Not one bit.” Mori has the audacity to look shocked at your rejection. What was she expecting? That you would fold that easily? Yeah right. You turn and head for the door but Mori speaks up as soon as you grab the handle.
“You leave this room and your girl will never get another gig in her life!” You stop.
“And, what? You can make that happen? Pfft yeah, sure. Whatever”
“Then go ahead, leave! But, when she’s crying because nobody worth a shit would touch her with a ten-foot pole, be sure to tell her it’s cause you dropped the ball!” You spin around, no longer caring to try and remain professional.
“That I dropped the ball!? Because I wouldn’t, what, fuck you? You realize how ridiculous that sounds, right!?” You point in her face, and she does the same.
“You realize I wouldn’t have to say shit, right? All I’d have to do was tell them to ignore some random bitch and half the people wouldn’t even know who she was anyway!” Mori hisses.
“Well congrat-fuck you-lations Mori, you’ve got a million in people in this city who’d bend over for you. Call one of them, I’m outta here.” You turn back and grab the door handle again.
She’s bluffing. She has to be. There’s no way she could blackball someone with zero reasoning or evidence. And even if she could, it’s not like she could convince everyone to just ignore your girlfriend like that. It’s preposterous! Stupid! Completely ridiculous.
Right?
But, you can’t bring yourself to leave. The nagging thought of ‘what if?’ leaves just too worried to call her bluff. You curse under your breath and Mori wraps her arms around you from behind, gripping the front of your shirt over your heart. Your hand drops from the door handle and you can feel the rumble of her chuckle against your back. She slowly pulls you away from the door and you both walk backwards until Mori slides around to your front and pushes you down into laying on the couch. Your heart hammers against your ribs, and your face burns in shame. You’ve never been in a situation like this and the whole thing leaves you feeling so uncomfortable that you can’t bring yourself to move.
Mori kicks off her shoes and climbs on top of you, planting her hands on either side of your head, straddling your hips. She’s red-faced and panting, a lecherous grin plastered on her face. Despite every part of your logical brain screaming how fucked and disgusting this is, the primal reptile part wins out and you feel a twitch in your pants at the sight of the admittedly gorgeous woman in such a state because of you. She looks down at your arms resting at your sides and sits back to grab them, grinding her ass against you in the process. You hiss, and she slowly, deliberately, slides forward as she pulls your arms to place them over your head, waking your dick up even more. All this, along with the eye contact becomes too much for you and you turn your head to the side, looking at the back of the couch. Mori just leans in close and you feel her breath on your cheek.
“Come onnn. Your boy will be gentle, so no need to treat this like a chore. You already enjoy this, I can feel it~.” She emphasizes ‘feel’ with a roll of her hips, drawing out another sharp inhale through your teeth.
“J-just get it over with. Please…” You choke out, still not looking at her.
Mori just hums and begins to place kisses on your cheek and jaw, trailing over to the corner of your mouth. She holds her mouth there for a moment, before grunting and tapping your temple with a finger.
You don’t really want to oblige her, but maybe you should, if only just to end this faster. You turn your head and she makes a happy sound now that she has free access to your mouth. When she starts to prod your lips with her tongue, you decide to do whatever she wants, and open your mouth. Her tongue immediately shoots in and begins to swirl around. She bats at your own tongue with hers, trying to coax it into playing along. Soon enough, your tongues are intertwined and Mori seems intent on doing this for as long as possible, only letting out heavy exhales and deep inhales from her nose on occasion, leaving you no choice but to do the same. She eventually separates her mouth from yours, letting out a moan as she laps up the string of saliva still connecting you two.
“See? It’s not so bad. Just don’t be a dead fish and this will go great. I can work with one of those at a time, you know?” Mori teases.
“P-Please don’t badmouth her like that, she doesn’t deserve it-aahhh.” She cuts you off by grinding against you again. You’re hard as a rock now, and it’s far too late to pretend otherwise. Mori trails her hands down your body and unbuckles your belt once she reaches it, then unbuttons your pants along with it. Using one hand to push up your shirt and the other to pull down your pants and boxers, she successfully frees your cock, it standing straight up and the head hitting her exposed stomach, just under her belly button. She giggles.
“Wow~. Seems like the only thing you can disappoint nowadays is a crowd, huh?” Your brain is too foggy to piece together what she means by that and you lose the train of thought when she wraps her hand around you anyway.
She strokes and tugs at your dick, but it feels...amateurish? Has she…
“Have-Have you never done this before?” You blearily ask.
Mori just pouts and lets go, standing up from the couch. She mutters something about how it doesn’t matter as she takes off her pants and underwear, leaving her naked from the waist down. She throws her jacket and hat onto one of the empty chairs. Now clad only in her sheer and fishnet undershirt and loose crop top, she climbs back onto you. Pressing her forehead to yours, she lifts her hips and grabs your cock, guiding it to her sopping entrance. As soon as your head presses against her lips, she stops. You grip the arm of the couch over your head and grit your teeth, while Mori shifts her head to get an angle to look down at where the two of you are touching. Her smile gets even bigger when she sees your throbbing dick pressing against her pussy. She grabs your shoulders and looks into your eyes. Your pleasure-addled mind comes through with a thought that jolts you when you see the lustful expression she has.
“Mori, wait. W-What about a con-”
“Guh!”
The rest of the word gets caught in your throat as she drops her hips, taking you all the way down to the base in one go. She sits there for a moment, panting, before she lifts her hips then drops them again. The slow, uneven riding again makes you think she definitely hasn’t done this all that much, if ever, but the feeling of her snug and hot insides only allows you to let out a few moans as opposed to commenting on it. Eventually, she finds a more stable angle and rhythm, and it’s not too long before you can feel yourself rapidly approaching the edge. Judging from Mori’s eyes fluttering shut and her beginning to speed up you think she’s not that far off either.
“M-Mori, I-hah, I-I’m gonna…” You can’t finish your thoughts in between the breaths and moans she’s wringing out of you.
“T-together...please.” She gets out through gritted teeth and you can’t really address why that's a bad idea as her bouncing reaches a fever pitch before she pulls her hips up, leaving just the head of your cock still inside her, before slamming down and letting out a groan. Her insides convulse and grip and it’s too much for you to handle, involuntarily thrusting upwards, you erupt as deep inside her as you possibly can. The two of you’s spasms slow and stop at about the same time, and Mori slumps against you, burying her face into the crook of her neck while you relax your grip on the arm of the couch. She absentmindedly bites and sucks on your neck, leaving a nice hickey that you’re too tired to protest against. She slides down to your side, in between you and the back of the couch,leaving you not much room to continue to lie down, so you sluggishly sit up and shuffle down to the other end of the couch. You fumble with the button on your pants and you belt as your brain clears and gets back up to working order. It’s when you finally buckle your pants that the first feelings of guilt begin to pool in your stomach. You peek over at Mori who still seems a touch out of it, but once you make eye contact, she grins and spreads her legs, giving you a better view of your cum dripping out of her pussy. You look away as quick as you can but the sight is burned into your mind like you stared at the sun for too long. Worse still, there’s a dark part of you that really enjoys seeing it. The sight of a woman, doesn’t matter who, thoroughly fucked and filled with your seed, potentially even getting preg- OH FUCK!
You whip your head back to Mori.
“Are-Are you on birth control, or anything?” You nervously ask. She still seems a little hazy, but understands your question, giving a dismissive wave.
“Don’t worry about it, dude...really killing the vibes with your panic, jeez.”
That makes you relax a little bit, but the shame of everything you did begins to build. You stand.
“Can I go, please? I just...I just need to get out of here.”
Mori just waves you off again, and gives you a cheeky “See you Monday~.” You get up and leave as quick as you can, not even noticing the red-faced J-Chad trying to readjust her belt.
The trip back home is silent as you contemplate what you're gonna tell your girlfriend. She has to know, you can’t keep this a secret. It’s her project, it’s her dream, she has to be the one to decide what to do from here. Your hands shake as you work the key into the front door of your apartment. You push it open as you sigh, steeling yourself to tell her.
But when she looks up from the notebooks on her table and smiles, asking how it went, you realize more than anything you don’t want to hurt her.
“It went fine, don’t worry.”
(Part 2 can now be found here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vTEhUfQlAHHohyFBi8EKQsRB27TN2JnWiJ7nrHDpf2R_YWOpBeMrCiOjiw0ZWXg86757rrEQel00L7R/pub )