Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All names of characters are fictional and were made up. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work or post my stories on other sites without my permission.
This story was written for Jack. The celeb choice and theme were all from him, enjoy!
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Miami, Florida
Drops of water overflowed, trickling down to the white tiled floor. The lights were dim and silence filled the bathroom, apart from the sound of water splashing. A mirror was hanging on the left side of the room above the sink. The fancy white marble countertop gleamed in the distance. An empty bottle of water sat near the sink. It was the third bottle to be emptied since arriving back at her suite. This may not have been home, but it was the closest thing possible to it for one twenty-six year old woman alone in the tub. Hot water previously filled the white tub, but it had now become lukewarm from half an hour of sitting. A shower was out of the question for Dua Lipa after finishing the opening night of her Future Nostalgia Tour.
The midnight hour had already passed when she left FTX Arena to be escorted back to her hotel with an army of bodyguards. She could still hear a faint cheer from the sold out crowd long after she left the stage. So much time and preparation had been put into the show, but she learned from experience that the nervous jitters could not be contained before stepping out on the stage. Though time had moved by, Dua could still feel the pulsing sensation inside her from performing. It was almost like a different state of mind. Everything came down to the right vibes to put on a show, and here she was, still feeling her encore of 'Don't Start Now' lingering in her mind. The lyrics had yet to leave her thoughts, all this time later.
In the past, Dua learned it was difficult to shut herself down after that first show to begin a major tour. She was anticipating this moment to get back to her hotel suite and relax. All by herself in the suite. Her chief bodyguard had a room across the hall, but Dua found herself relaxed. Her long black hair was pinned up in a pony tail as she let out a sigh of relief, among the water. She raised her arms and flexed them beyond her back while considering her options to pass the time. Before tonight, she had been enjoying herself with a companion in what could best be described as her inner circle of close friends. Since she was beginning her world tour in Miami, some friends from back home across the pond wanted to spend time in South Beach.
There was always time to party, but Dua focused her attention on the tour and one specific man. As she sat in the bath tub, she thought about her friend Paul. He was born in England like her, but seemingly spent most of his life in the United States to lose his accent. She liked to tease him about that after meeting the man three years ago in New York. Paul seemingly moved around the major cities when he wasn't flying back home to spend time in London. A man of many mysteries, Dua could not figure out what exactly he did in life to enjoy such a lavish lifestyle, but she did not ask questions either. She knew that before he met her, Paul had spent time accompanying Halsey. He seemingly moved around social circles for other singers, always changing sides during a tour.
It would have been easy to poke her nose into rumors regarding the man, but Dua had no intention of gossiping. Paul had spent the past week during her final rehearsals hanging around. Over a year ago, they had shared what she believed to be a one-night stand and nothing more. He was a wild man, or so she was led to believe from that first experience. Paul was short and skinny, sporting a well-groomed black beard that matched his short hair. Like her, he took a liking to body art in the form of tattoos. His entire arms were covered in sleeve designs of black ink. Flames, a lion and Old English font writing covered the left. On his right, he had a similar flame design but with a skull. Dua never asked the meaning of his tattoos, though he was curious about her own ink that covered her pale skin.
The longer she sat thinking about him, the more Dua realized there was a missed opportunity already tonight. She had stripped out of the neon green bodysuit she wore on stage. That outfit was now tucked away with the spares and other neon-colored suits. By the time she made it back to her hotel suite, Dua wore only casual clothes. The blue jeans and shirt were scattered across the bedroom floor, along with her bra and thong. She finally began to rise from the tub. Water trickled down her body as she stood there for a moment. A cool breeze was felt across her perky breasts until Dua moved her hands over them. To feel her body all slick and wet like this, she was grateful to not be drenched in sweat like earlier. Some water spilled out of the tub, creating a puddle on the floor that she stepped her bare feet through.
There was no rush to put on clothes for Dua. She grabbed a towel to dry her body, glancing down and noticing her vulva lips that were desperate for attention. Not a hair was in sight of her pink folds, as she took care of shaving last night. All that time she soaked in the hot water, she avoided the urge to slide a hand down and pleasure herself. Perhaps that would have been easier for another woman, but not her. She wanted the company of someone. A man was her preference, and tonight just might have been Paul's lucky night. What else could he be up and doing tonight? There were not many guesses for Dua to make. All that mattered was that he possessed the necessary tools to satisfy her desires. The real thing was much better than a toy to satisfy these lustful cravings.
Still naked, she stepped out of the bathroom and back into her bedroom. The towel had quietly fallen to the floor. While she had several choices of throwing in some skimpy clothes, Dua saw no need. After all, she was still not sure if Paul would answer a late-night call from her. He had better, if the man knew what was best for him to try his luck on her in the future. Thinking to herself, Dua wanted to have something she could tease him with. The sultry sound of her accent would not be enough for an Englishman. Sometimes she wondered how her voice would have sounded had she been raised in Albania, where her name came from. As she thought to herself, Dua sat on the bed. Black sheets matched the pillows and a blanket beneath. Room service had likely come and gone, not that Dua had any care for that.
She had no plans to call them up. Instead, she grabbed her cellphone from the left side nightstand. There was a stand on each side of the bed with a small lamp to illuminate the dark room. The lamp shades were in a cream color, blending in with the wallpaper of the bedroom. Dua had not paid much attention to the interior design. When on tour, all of the hotel rooms may have looked different but blended together. It still beat having to sleep on the bus. Tapping the screen of her phone, Dua scrolled through her list of contacts to find Paul's name. She took another moment to think to herself. What excuse could she possibly come up with to tease the man? There was the chance to snap a few nude photos and send them, but Dua saw that as a bad idea. A photo leak was the last thing she wanted. While thinking to herself, she pressed her fingers on the screen to make a quick call. Luckily, she did not have to wait long for him to answer.
"Hey..."
"Hey Paul, I didn't wake you, did I?"
"No, if you did, I wouldn't have answered."
Dua giggled at his reply. She leaned back on the pillows of the bed as he spoke again.
"So what's the occasion for you dialing me up this late? I thought you had a big show tonight?"
"I did. Shame you weren't there to see it."
He chuckled at her words. Dua knew how to tease in her sultry voice, but now it was time to ask the real question. She saw no reason to beat around the bush tonight.
"I'm looking for some company tonight, if you're interested."
"Company?"
"Mmmmhhhhmmmm. So what do you say? Wanna come up to my hotel and maybe have some fun."
"Sure. I think you and I have some unfinished business, babe."
