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.