All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it.
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The Perks of Being a Podcaster
(MF, Oral, Anal, Cons)
by MrMaxLord
Chapter 19: Ariana Grande
Most of the time for the show, when it came to booking guests, it was easy as can be. Both parties shoot out dates, meet in the middle, and boom, done deal. Some stars though, that just wasn't the case. One of those stars was Ariana Grande.
That's not to say Ariana was a diva. That wasn't the case at all. She was just very particular with her time. What that meant for the show is we only had a general idea for when she wanted to be on the show whenever she or her people contacted us. It was always relatively vague. Logan actually came up with a good solution in the midst of on of his cannabis fueled snack rushes.
The moment we knew Ari had something in the works, we'd start to have floating "free weeks" in the show's schedule, where we could do literally anything. Short notice guests, best ofs, anything we wanted that could easily be shit canned when she called. That way, no matter what, we'd have a guaranteed free week to give to her. It was an unusual stroke of brilliance that even Logan was surprised it was his idea.
Ariana happened to call the week that Camila and Lili were on and she was both in California and wanting to promote the very next week. Everything aligned perfectly so by Tuesday, were were in her California home writing and recording the sketches. She had a lot of ideas too, so she wasn't the kind of guest who liked to sit back and let everyone else do the heavy lifting. By Wednesday night it was just myself, Jimmy and Ariana left in the house. Ariana had elected to take a nap, as was her right being both the guest of the show and allowing us to use her home for it, leaving just Jimmy and myself to do the editing.
It was only around ten o'clock or so when Jimmy felt the need to pass out. "Bart, we've been cutting for five hours and been up since six," he said.
"You do know in the realm of actual film making this would be considered an easy day, right?" I asked, a healthy dose of sarcasm in my tone.
"True, but on an actual set there'd be an entire crew with several departments assigned to specific tasks instead of just three guys, a popstar and her entourage."
"Touche. That earned you a nap for a couple hours. Ari said her guest rooms were up for grabs. Upstairs, any of them accept the one on the end, that's the master bedroom and it's all hers. I can handle this alone for a while."
"Thanks boss," Jimmy said, giving a mock salute before making his way up to the second floor. With that done, I focused back on the computer and continued to cut together the sketches we'd shot with Ariana.
I'm not quite sure how long I was focused on the project. I completely lost track of time, as well as my own surroundings. So when I felt a hand tap me on the shoulder, I almost jumped out of my seat.
"Sorry to startle you," Ariana said, not being able to stifle the laughter at the fear she put through my body. "Just woke up and wanted to check on the progress."
"Yeah...um...going great so far, want to check it out?" I asked. She nodded and took a seat next to me on the couch. I would like to say it was a struggle to keep my eyes glued to the screen and not sneak peeks at the beauty sitting right next to me, but let's be honest, what was I going to look at, the same footage I'd been looking at for hours on end or this hot and gorgeous sex pixie? It was a no brainer.
"Got a good view?" she asked very knowingly, looking at me out of the corner of her eyes. "Not tired of it after seeing it all day?"
"I can't imagine how that'd be the case for anyone."
"Well, as recent news shows you'd be surprised." Ariana held up her hand, waving her fingers and showing a bare ring bearing finger.
"All that means is I just can't imagine how someone could think that. Though I have to admit, I would have placed bets on you dumping him."
"Oh I totally did," she said with a smile. "I don't tolerate not being appreciated. And I don't care how conceited it sounds, I'm hot, talented, funny and a fantastic fuck. I deserve a bit better than an absent-minded comic who think he can just get by in bed with a big dick."
"It takes more?" I asked with a smirk.
"Oh, I think you know it does," she winked. "I mean you're no slouch in the size department but honestly you win in technique." Her tongue was between her teeth, the pink showing perfectly between the pearly whites.