Well hello again, it's been a while hasn't it. I always find if you stumble across a good idea then its best to keep the public wanting more is what I say and like I've said before, I know a thing or two about the public and good ideas.
If I remember rightly, last time we caught up, I was telling you all about the delightful Kelly Clarkson, she really taught me a thing or two about the American dream, absolute fire cracker that one, a whole lot of fun though.
Now meeting Kelly was back in 2002 and it opened my eyes to the world. Like I said last time, girls were throwing themselves at me every time we were out on the road and Kelly happening didn't stop that, I'm only human, but the excitement of these groupies had definitely gone, most of the time it was boredom more than excitement.
Even throughout season two of American Idol, nobody turned my head the way Kelly had done in her audition. I thought about having some fun with Paula again but she made it clear pretty early on that she had got what she wanted and she had no interest in doing anything else, spoil sport.
It was during this period I'd got with Terri Seymour, who was a lot of fun and great to have on the road with me but that's my personal life, I'm not going to share stories about Terri, sorry, you'll have to wait for her autobiography.
I just needed more in my life though and it was by chance encounter that gave me exactly what I needed.
We'd just finished season two of Idol, I was in LA, Terri was working so I'd gone out for lunch, I'm not telling you where because you'll start stalking me. I was happily keeping myself to myself, avoiding passing glances and the paparazzi outside, the owner of the restaurant had given me a booth at the back out of sight when I heard a voice I was going to hear a lot more of the next few years, "Hello Simon".
I looked up slightly startled ready to shout at someone for disturbing me when I saw her smiling face, instantly recognising Sharon Osborne; she was at the height of her The Osborne's fame at the time, I had to admit even I'd sat and watched some episodes. I couldn't deny her smile was infectious as I smiled back at her, "Oh, hello Sharon, an absolute pleasure to meet you."
She just smiled as she stood there in a long figure hugging black dress. She was only small as you can imagine but she actually had a rocking figure for her age, I could see why she'd managed to catch herself a rock star in Ozzy, she would have been smoking hot in her day.
Sharon grinned knowing I was looking her up and down and sat down in the booth next to me, "I'm sure the pleasure is all mine darling, how are you finding LA?" I just looked at her smiling, "I've been in LA long enough Sharon to know nobody just bumps in to me and nobody ever wants to know how I am finding LA." She burst out laughing and reached forward stroking her hand over my chest.
I have to admit I was a little caught off guard, the amount of laughing and the hand on the chest were usually the kind of moves I expect from the groupies on the road, yet here I was with Sharon Osborne and she was pulling the same tricks.
Suddenly the look on her face turned serious as she looked up into my eyes, "Okay you caught me, this isn't a chance meeting, I want something and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get it." Then without a moment's hesitation her hand reached under the table and grabbed my crotch. I almost screamed like a girl I was so surprised, banging my knees on the table as I jumped. "Oh fuck Sharon, what are you doing? You're married."
She just looked at me with that wicked grin of hers, "Ozzy knows I have to do certain things to get ahead around here." Never taking her eyes off of mine she reached down with her second hand and unzipped my jeans, reaching in with her hand and pulled out my hardening cock, wrapping her fingers around it and jerking me slow, right there in the restaurant.
I looked around, in shock, but enjoying her hand, my cock quickly getting hard as she jerked me, I looked at her still in shock this was happening, "What exactly is it that you need?" Sharon let out that little cackle of hers as she smiled, her hand never relenting jerking up and down at a nice steady pace, "Already giving it up, I figured I'd have to do more than this to get what I wanted." I just looked at her trying to act as serious as I could when I was getting jerked off in a restaurant replying, "Well I didn't say you could have it, I just want to know what it is."
Sharon smiled, her gripping tightening on my now hard cock, "Oh are we negotiating Simon?" I put my hand on the desk, feeling her grip tightening and her hand moving faster nodding to her "I guess we are, now what do you want."
Without even looking at her I could tell she was grinning and enjoying the control she had over me at that moment. Being on Idol for two years, I'd become quite the star stateside yet at that exact moment, I was just another guy that Sharon could control. She continued to jerk my cock a little while longer before finally getting to her point, "I want to be a judge Simon."
I opened my eyes looking at her, "On Idol?" Her hand stopped as she looked at me more seriously, "No of a fucking bake sale, of course an Idol." I couldn't help but laugh at her response despite the situation we were in and the timing of her stopping was luckily really because it was that exact moment the waiter returned to collect my dishes. Both of us trying to act as cool as possible as we sat next to each other, my cock hard and out under the table out of the view of the waiter.
Settling the bill and finally getting rid of the waiter, all the while my cock still out but softening under the table, I turned my attention back to Sharon, the pause coming in handy because it had given me time to think. "Here's the deal Sharon, I can't get you on Idol." Sharon's face turned more serious again and she looked like she was about to burst but I quickly intervened, "but, I may have another opportunity for you."
