It had been 4 years since Carrie Underwood had released a full-length studio album, and as such, I had already heard the rumors that she was looking to make a bit of a splash with who she brought on as a record producer for her next project.
Where I fit into the equation was that I had a bit of a reputation as someone who didn't fit in around Nashville.
In a town full of straight-laced record executive types, I was the veritable "little long-haired outlaw" that everyone tried to stay away from, and my past as both a buyer and user of drugs out of the little two-story house I had converted partially into a recording studio didn't help.
But despite my status as the guy most self-respecting country artists should stay away from, I had recently enjoyed some success, and not just with the quote-unquote "rebel children" of country, guys like Eric Church who would often be considered outlaws by today's take on the word, but also with a recent hit by Little Big Town, which is how Carrie found out about me.
What she didn't know about my recording session with LBT is how I hit on Karen Fairchild all night then managed to ply her with drugs (mostly ecstasy) to get her alone with me so we could fuck all night long.
It was risky behavior to be sure, as a girl that is perceived to be a clean-living country artist like her would most likely be ruined if people knew she had an affair with the likes of me, but it was my musical abilities that had brought Carrie to my door.
"Carrie, hi. After having spoken to you on the phone for so many times, it's good to finally meet you in person," I politely said to Carrie as I answered the front door and saw her standing on the other side of it dressed in a loose-fitting t-shirt and pair of cut-off shorts that showed off a lot of leg.
"I hear you can do a lot of different things with my music, so that's why I'm here," Carrie told me, smiling at me as I invited her in and directed her to the recording studio I had set up in the basement.
"I could do a lot of different things with you tonight, too, Carrie," I said to myself as I walked behind her, admiring her tight ass and already envisioning a night of drugs and sex between us.
"This is a nice place you have here John. Especially the recording studio," Carrie told me as we entered it, beginning to let her guard down with me as I brought her over to the state-of-the-art equipment I was using.
"It's kind of small, but it gets the job done Carrie. I understand you called me up because you want to "take chances" musically with your next record?" I told her as we conversed, purposely emphasizing the words "take chances" so that she would maybe get the subliminal message I was trying to send her.
"Yes, that is correct John. I take my position as one of the top stars of country music seriously, and as such, I don't want to get pigeon-holed a certain way," she told me, making my cock jump at the sound of her use of the word "position."
As the minutes turned to hours, I found myself wanting to hook up with Carrie even more, and it seemed as though she was falling for me, too, so after we had spent some time recording some songs that reflected what we were both sure was a positive new direction for her music, I decided to make my move on her.
"I'm glad we could get together and make some beautiful music together tonight Carrie. And I can think of a few other places we could make some beautiful music together while you're here," I told her, grabbing her arm and attempting to kiss her.
"John, I appreciate all you've done for my musically, but this wouldn't be right. I'm married and have a kid now," she whispered, not really making much of an effort to push me away as I leaned into kiss her again.
"Everything you've heard about me is true Carrie. EVERYTHING," I whispered to her as I pulled her in for a kiss and led her to the bedroom adjacent to the studio where I stashed my drugs.
"There's enough cocaine and ecstasy here to last us a whole weekend Carrie. But I'd settle for one night with you baby," I told her as I kissed her roughly, pushing her into the wall as she moaned into my mouth and pushed me away.
"I'm not that kind of girl," she whispered to me softly, her eyes telling a different story as she gazed at the piles of coke and the numerous bottles of X in the room.
"You did say you felt like taking chances with your music, Carrie. How about you take some chances with me tonight, as well?" I whispered as I kissed her again, feeling her start to kiss me back as I slid a hand into her shorts and felt the growing wet spot between her legs.
"Is this "bad boy" turning you Carrie? How about we do some drugs together then," I whispered to her as I led her to the bed that was in the middle of the room and laid her down on it.
"This is getting out of hand. I don't want to do this anymore," Carrie whispered as I made out with her, sliding her shorts off and pulling her shirt off as she tried to find the will to stop me.
"The wet spot between your legs says that you do Carrie," I told her as I got up and brought a bag full of coke and a bottle of ecstasy tablets over to the bed, Carrie looking at the drugs with lust in her eyes as I took a tablet in my hand and placed it at her lips.
