Rhiannon Reilly was looking forward to this.
The sultry singer was midway through her first American tour, and she was scheduled to appear on "The Damon Hopkins Show" in just a few hours. Hopkins was gorgeous--Rhiannon thought he looked like a young Denzel Washington--and she couldn't wait to meet him in person.
On her way to the Burbank studios, she marveled at her good fortune. Just a decade ago, Rhiannon Bridget Reilly was a daggy 14-year-old girl in Launceston, dreaming of becoming a singer and not quite sure how to make such a dream come true. Now, her first album, "An Amazing Dream," had topped the charts in the US and UK as well as Australia, and she was selling out arenas.
She didn't have much time to date, and even if she did, it was unlikely that she would meet a man as beautiful as Damon. She hoped she could impress the cute 30-year-old comedian.
After a successful rehearsal, she went to her dressing room to change into her outfit for the evening. She put on the sexiest outfit she could find--a tight, lime-green dress that accentuated her booty. After having her hair and makeup done, she looked at herself in the mirror. She realized how much her eyes matched her dress, how much her pale skin glowed, how luminous her long reddish-blonde hair looked. Not bad, she thought to herself. Damon will be smitten.
Just a few minutes later, she heard a knock on her door.
"Come in!"
Damon entered, wearing a light-blue suit and tie and crisp white shirt. He was so handsome.
"Hey--how ya doin'?"
"Great! How about you?"
"Just fine."
"Indeed you are," she replied, winking. She couldn't help it. Looking at this sexy black man and his incredible brown eyes, she was a shameless flirt.
Damon smiled. "Well, definitely looking forward to hearing you--you were great at the Staples Center last week."
"You liked it?"
"Loved it."
"Thank you."
Rhiannon turned to the table to grab her phone. She glanced at Damon in the mirror and smiled; he was staring at her ass something fierce.
"Can I get a quick photo of you? Just for my Instagram..."
"Sure."
Damon stood next to Rhiannon in the mirror.
"Here..."
She put his arm around her waist. She glanced briefly at his crotch and could see a visible bulge.
"OK..."
She took the photo and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. His skin was so smooth, and for a brief moment, she imagined being in his bedroom and in his arms, nude.
"Thanks," he whispered.
"Thank you!"
He smiled, gave her a thumbs-up, and walked away.
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"Ladies and gentlemen, here tonight, performing her #1 single, 'The Mindstate,' give it up for Rhiannon Reilly!"
As the music thumped and the audience whooped, Rhiannon walked onto the stage. She wouldn't stay there for long.
Swaying her hips, she began to sing:
"You don't know how you make me feel/ You're making my sky blue/ You always prove your love is real/ Always paying your dues/ When I am walking by your side/ You know just what to do/ Baby, it's the mindstate I have/ Whenever I'm with you..."
Suddenly, Rhiannon walked off the stage and over to Damon's desk. She began to sing directly to him.
"We go out to a fancy club/ And go get our dance on/ The groove we feel is just pure love/ DJ playing our song/ And baby, when we're finally home/ The hotness will ensue/ Baby, it's the mindstate I have/ Whenever I'm with you..."
She then climbed onto the desk and began to dance, making sure to wiggle her ass in his face. The handsome host smiled as the audience cheered.
Rhiannon offered her pale hand to Damon to help her down. He quickly kissed her hand after helping her down to the floor. They both smiled at each other, and Rhiannon winked again. He's hooked, she thought.
Then, looking directly at him, she concluded the song:
"I want to be with you for life/ You brighten up my day/ I want to marry, be your wife/ And have children to play/ So take your card and buy that ring/ 'Cause my mindstate is true/ Oh, baby, you're my everything/ And I'm in love with you."
