Author's Note: So...this story idea came to me after seeing an Instagram pic of Cassadee wearing some sort of sling on her hand and saying that carpal tunnel syndrome, from playing too much guitar, was the culprit. I got this idea in my head that perhaps there was another reason, and thus a story was born.
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I wouldn't exactly call it a secret, but what I walked in on Cassadee Pope doing one day before her show started was definitely something I wasn't expecting a girl like her to be doing.
It all started innocently enough, of course, with me getting hired as part of the team that organizes Cassadee's concerts and meet and greets, but being that I am a red-blooded American male and Cassadee was a hot girl, it didn't take me long to try and take things to the next level with her, or for her to shoot me down as nicely as she possibly could.
I had just about given up on my dreams of ever hooking up with her when I was walking past her dressing room one night before a show and heard what I thought was her moaning.
"Cass? Is everything okay in there?" I yelled into the door, her moans getting louder until she screamed out in pain and cursed under her breath.
"John...FUCK...don't come in here..." she yelled through the door as I pushed the door open, seeing Cassadee slumped down into the couch with her hand between her legs and her legs as far apart as they could be.
"DAMN..." I said to myself, hoping it didn't sound as loud as I thought it did as I watched Cassadee's naked body for a few seconds before she tried to cover up.
"I told you not to come in here John," she told me again, anger in her voice at the fact that I spied on her tight little body while she was still nude.
"Never mind that Cassadee, what were YOU doing in here?" I playfully asked her as she shot daggers at me, still trying to get over the shock of me walking in on her.
"Okay, I'll tell you, but you have to lock the door and promise it never leaves this room," she told me as I got up and did as she asked before returning to the couch.
"We're both adults here, so I'm just going to spill it," she told me, wearing just a robe as her eyes followed the bulge that was growing in my pants, "I masturbate before shows. I get so horny before I go on stage and Rian isn't here, so rather than cheat on him with any guy I meet, I get myself off."
"And the problem is?" I sked her, craning my head towards the wrist she was holding limply at her side.
"And the problem is I masturbate so vigorously sometimes that my damn carpal tunnel acts up and I have to lie about how it happened," she told me as I tried not to stare at her body in the thin robe she was wearing.
"Well let me ask you something Cass," I asked her, taking my shot with her for what I was sure would be the final time if she turned me down again, "did you finish getting off before you hurt yourself, or do you need a little help?"
