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Episode I - Goodbye, Los Angeles
Stefani closed her flip-phone and feigned a smile at the bartender. Suddenly, he was slightly blurry and his body scattered in various directions. With a swipe of her finger, she gracefully caught the tear and tried not to bust her makeup. Dark blue nails sliced through her jet black strands and she let out a stressful sigh.
With the phone in her other hand, she slammed it unexpectedly, causing her glass to topple over and scare the man next to her. The anger was too much for an apology. Another drink was put in front of her but it was ignored. Def Jam had just dropped her from the label.
"You alright, honey?" she heard. The voice was tender and smooth, causing her head to turn.
"I'm sorry, what?" she asked, annoyed and not paying attention.
Stefani stared for a brief moment before tightening her grip, knuckles white and trembling. The lady could see the sadness in her delicate eyes.
"You good?" the woman asked, once more.
She didn't want to rant to some stranger but her life was just seemingly ruined.
"Lost my job. Now my so-called man isn't answering my calls," she finished strong.
That sweet, deep tone hit her again.
"That's too bad," the woman shook her head, tipping her bottle back. "What doโwhat didโyou do?"
"I'm a musician," Stefani said, matter of fact. "I don't need those fuckers at DefJam, anyway," she snapped, flipping her hair around.
"Wow. DefJam. Like DefJam Records DefJam? You must be famous or something," she leaned back.
Stefani turned and observed the black knee high boots snuggled around a skin tight pair of blue jeans. The woman shifted with her big leather jacket undone and revealed a pleasing sight. Underneath a tight red tank were a pair of immaculate boobs, bundled together comfortably in a heavy duty white push up. She could tell they weren't real, but they looked fantastic.
All of this was topped off with a tight, raven colored pony tail that floated high and ended near her waist with no bangs in sight; straight, silky and full of volume. The complexion matched with the accent made her assume the beauty was Mexican.
"Not yet, but I will be," Stefani smiled.
The lady leaned in, her chin resting in her palm and a big smile on her face. Stefani crossed her legs and did the same.
"What's your name, cutie?"
"My name is Lady Gaga."
"Strange name, Lady Gaga, but I like it," she spoke tenderly.
A hand was extended and Gaga took hold.
"Valerie Reyna," she said. "First Lieutenant. Army," she finished.
Gaga clutched Valerie's hand tight. "No shit? Thank you for your service. Really."
She smiled and clinched. "The pleasure is all mine."
The two women were locked in each other's sultry gaze, unable to break off from one another. Gaga's fingers released but intertwined with her new acquaintance instead.
"Seems you've distracted me," Gaga admitted, tipping her drink and letting it flow past her glossy, maroon lips.
"You were distraught. I could tell," Valerie said, downing her beer.
"Can't believe they fucking dropped me like a sack of shit," Gaga shook her head. "Fuck those mother fuckers, man, you know?"
"Fuck those assholes," Valerie shouted.
Gaga got close to her and pointed. "I'm going to be big and they're going to regret this."
"Only just met you, but you're adorable when you're mad," Valerie smiled, sealing her lips around the finger.
"I'm trying to throw a tantrum here." There was a huff. "Can you let me be mad?"
Valerie slid to the knuckle and lathered her little finger in warmth. Gaga's face turned droopy and lustful, eyelids heavy. Something very awkward was happening inside of her hot mouth.
"Are you kidding me?" Gaga whispered, intrigued. Very.
Valerie shook her head with a smile and plopped off, a cool sensation coming over the wet digit.
"You go around doing that to all the pretty girls?" Gaga asked, head cocked with a grin.
The woman slid an arm across the tight black dress, around her belly, and dropped a heavy kiss onto the top of her head. Gaga clutched her big muscles in protest to her leaving but let her go, watching the tall babe turn a corner. Her phone buzzed. It was Rob. Choices. Easy ones.
*****
Valerie turned after washing up and saw the small beauty, those cute bucked teeth popping through a sweet smile. She shook her head and chuckled to herself. Gaga leaned against the tile and her head fell a bit, only to be picked up by a gentle hand under her chin.
"I feel terrible," she whispered. "What the fuck do I do?"