KNOCK. "Lila. You in their?"
"OH. FINGER MY PUSSY, LeeAnn."
KNOCK, KNOCK. "Lila."
"UH...Just a second."
The pop/country singer heard her the other singer pull up her clothes and running to the door.
"How is it?" she asked, with a bit of embarrassment.
"LeeAnn."
The upbeat star opened the door a crack and looked out. "Hi. Come in." she was beet red.
The Grammy-Winner strolled passed her "rival" as the optimist close the door behind her.
"WUZ UP." she laughed.
"Just thought I'd pay you a visit. You ok? I coulda sworn I heard you playing with yourself."
Shyly looking at the floor, the blonde muttered, "It relaxes me. I love performing, but I still get butterflies."
"I heard you say my name."
"ME. I'm not like that." she lied. "I mean, your beautiful, but..."
"Are you positive I wasen't just hearing you fantasizing about me?" she baggered, licking her moist lips, even though she didn't have anything on them.
"Look...I-I t-told you...I'm not a dyke."
"Oh really." LeeAnn continued, wiping her hands on her butt.
"I n-never even considered it" Lila was sweating.
"Um hum." the teenager tweeked her nipples and ran both hands down her body, resting on her crotch. "So, you never wanted this." she asked.