I was standing on the stage of The Voice, the reality singing competition I was competing on. Next to me was the host, Carson Daly, and next to him was Tyler Ambrose, my current competitor.
We had both just sung "Sharp Dressed Man" by ZZ Top and we were waiting for our coach, Kelsea Ballerini, to decide who was the winner of our battle.
Kelsea had just finished talking about our performance and said, "The winner of this battle is," before pausing as we all waited.
A million thoughts ran through my mind. Would I really retire from music if I wasn't picked? Was there a chance that I did good enough that one of the other coaches would steal me? I had slept with Kelsea the night before. Did that mean anything? Was she thinking about that as she made her decision? Would she want it again if I made it to the next round? Or was there any chance I would have with her if I didn't make it? Sleeping again with Kelsea would be a hell of a consolation prize.
"Kelsea, I know it's hard, but we need an answer," Carson said, trying to move the show along.
"I know! It's just so hard," Kelsea said. "OK. The winner of this battle is Gunnar Hooper."
That's my name! I had a shocked look on my face as everybody cheered and I thanked Kelsea for the opportunity. I was quickly ushered off the stage for the cameras to catch my immediate reaction and the other coaches would have a chance to steal Tyler before he said goodbye.
Unfortunately, Tyler wasn't stolen. He came walking backstage and I came up to him, shaking his hand and telling him to keep his head up high. As we hugged, he said, "I guess that's what happens when you sleep with the coach."
How the hell did he know? Before I could say anything, Tyler walked away and the producers were pushing me to the dressing room for me to change and get out of there. I wanted to ask Kelsea about it but didn't think I would have a chance that day.
Instead, Kelsea called me later that night. After I answered, she said, "Congratulations again. You really did deserve it."
"Thank you. It was nerve-wrecking being up there and waiting," I said.
"I bet! I'm sorry it took so long. There was just a lot going on," she said.
"Like Tyler knowing we slept with each other?" I asked off-hand.
"Oh, he knew too? Ugh, that's annoying," she responded back.
"What do you mean too? Who else knows?" I asked, starting to get confused.
"I guess you deserve to know, Gunnar. I should have told you first thing this morning," Kelsea said.
"Know what?" I asked, starting to wonder if I was being set up for something.
"It's so stupid and I'm not happy about it. But, one of the producers saw you at my hotel yesterday, started asking some questions and found out you were in my room. He must have paid off my security guard, who must have heard us, because he knew we slept together," she said.
"So? We're both consenting adults," I said.
"I know and you're right. But, they don't want it to seem like I am favoring you. And, trust me, I didn't. You really did deserve to win today. But, they have still told me that I shouldn't keep sleeping with you," Kelsea said. "And I really have no idea how Tyler found out and I'm truly sorry to you that he did."
I guess that did make sense. "Oh," I said. "Not that I really did care if he knew. I was more just curious."
"Also, unless you say no and you want to stop, them telling me that isn't going to stop me from wanting to again and soon. It's kinda ridiculous for them to try to run my life, especially when this shit happens all the time," I heard Kelsea say on the other side of the line.
"I definitely wouldn't complain about doing it again," I told her, making Kelsea giggle.
"Oh yeah? What do you want to do to me?" She asked.
"Everything. Make you moan and cum. Pleasure you in different positions. I want you to never forget me," I said.
"Fuck, Gunnar. Yes, I want that," Kelsea said.
"I want to run my hands all over your hot body. Feel your breasts and your tits. Lick your pussy," I told her.
"God, you're making me wet," Kelsea breathed.
"Good. Too bad I'm not there to touch you. You looked so fucking hot tonight. I was wishing you could come to the dressing room. Let me push you up against the door, kiss your neck, and slide my hand into your pants," I said.
"Yes, I want that," she said.
"Are you touching yourself?" I asked my blonde-haired coach.
Kelsea paused on the other side and I wondered if I want to far. Instead, Kelsea said, "Yes. Do you want to see?"
I told her yes, hoping for another invite to her hotel room. Instead, I heard my phone beep and saw Kelsea requesting a video call. I quickly accepted it and saw Kelsea laying on her couch in her hotel suite.
"Hi there," Kelsea said with a smile, her blonde hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. "Are you ready to see what you're doing to me?"
I told her I was and Kelsea flipped the camera around to show me that she was wearing a set of tan sweats, but she had pulled the pants down to her knees. I could just see a pink thong as she moved her phone down, holding it up above her wet, clean-shaven pussy.
Kelsea was running her finger up and down her slit as she said, "So, what were you saying about sliding your hand down my pants?"
"Yes, I want to rub your pussy, spreading your wetness around. I'll continue to kiss your neck as I slide my finger inside you, and grab your breast at the same time," I said as I watched Kelsea rubbing her pussy.
