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Christina's Fame:
(1)
When I was a child of three or four my mother used to console me saying 'My baby doll is going to shine one day' when I used to cry begging Mum not to take me to the Music school. I just hated the way they made me scream until my throat ached. I used to think back then that I'm never going to be here again. Then suddenly one day everything changed. I woke up one morning & found music is the only thing without which I just couldn't live. Since that day I have been living with my love. Music.
Look at me now. I'm a star. Like my mother said, shining, glittering star. I'm the one who rules the Metallic Rock world.
When I struck the strings the world forgets it's busyness and like a Rock Freak listens to my music. Whatever I sing becomes a record breaking hit. I never take pride about that. I'm just so good that they can't help. People die to see me once. Kids cherish the dream that they will have an autograph from me in their lovely autograph book. I'm just so famous.
But I'm alone too.
Well, I'm single, successful, pretty good looking with shoulder length Strawberry
Blonde hair, piercing deep blue eyes, and high cheek bone. My beauty is the treasure my family passed to me. But they are my curse too. You know when you are at high school people look at you only if you have a presentable face. Neither your wit nor inner treasures matter to them to find you amongst the crowd. In lime light things don't differ much. Well, not everything but for a great percent, yes. Now I'm tired of getting praises for my beauty, my music. I fucked myself up so much that I dare to take a step. Ran away twice from home , returned from rehabilitation centre, got arrested for drug smuggling...how many things you can do in your life? I did them all. Now I'm just tired. Tired of being guilty for my mother's death, tired of running away from responsibility and to top it all, tired of being so famous. It's my soul, my restless entity seeks some rest.
You can say life is not about rest, idleness, but please leave me alone. I'm too old to know all these bullshits one can give to you when their life is much happier than you. Sometimes I think about committing suicide too. But you know what? I even can't free my soul. Because when my mother died she asked me to look after my younger sis Casey. She is the only one person with whom I can feel I belong to this world. People made me a Star. But I'm no alien. I need family. I need love. Sarcastically, I don't even have a shoulder where I can rest my head & cry until the ached heart finds some relief.
No, I have got no friends. All I have is huge crowd who laugh when I laugh, cry when I ask them to cry.
'Your show is going to start in ten minutes. Do you need something?' Sarah, my personal secretary peeps her head from the door of my make-up van & asks. Thanks her! What the hell I was thinking before the show!
'No, I don't need anything. Should be there on backstage?' I manage to ask. I am now standing before the make-up mirror.
'I'm going to check & shall inform you later.' She says & walks away closing the door.
I looked myself in the mirror for the last time. I'm wearing a brown leather jacket which is unbuttoned & trough the gap the white sports bra is visible. With the worn out blue jeans & 5 inch stiletto I hold up my head about 6'2''. My phone rings & I know I have to be there on stage to rock the world.
(2)
As the last fragrances of my guitar fade away the stadium bursts into huge clapping. I, like a winner knight walk out from the stage as I always do after my concerts. As usual the one whom I first meet on the backstage is my P.A congratulating me for such a nice concert. With my usual greetings I walk through the corridor. There remains the huge fan followers, paparazzi, excited youth to talk to me. I walk to them & talk with false smile I always have to hang from my lips.
After a while I get some relief from their trillion questions. I can now hear the game has began. Well, I was invited to an opening night for International Soccer Game . I can now go to the gallery & watch the game. I enter to the bar arranged for high class guests & order a regular Tequila. I finish it in one sip. At the corner of the eye I can see someone very special approaches to me.
Next I can feel is a warm breath into my right ear, saying, 'enjoying baby?'
I smile to myself before answering, 'you know the ans. Don't you?'
'yeah baby! I know you so well.. that's why I'm here to steal you from the crowd.' she bits in my pinna & says again, 'take me knight, to your castle.'
I shudder with pain & pleasure & say, ' as your order my lady!'
I check out the bill & take the brunette to the car park. Watching Soccer sitting with so many boring people is the worst thing I want to do right now. Especially after seeing Kate.
When I reach to my Nissan I run to the passenger seat & open the door for her. She comes near me & giving an easy peck on my lips she says, 'that's why I call you Knight, Chris!'
'my pleasure' I say in whisper & go to open the driver side door. I just sit on the driver seat when Kate asks me to open the dash board. As I reach out to open the board she easily bents toward me & snatches the key from keyhole of the car. I knew that was going to happen. She loves playing with me in this mischievous way. I fold my arm against my chest & say with a smile, 'that means my Kat wants something.'
She is now complete with her blouse buttons undone. Bitch! When does she wear her bra? She leans toward me & says in a husky tone, 'yes, you. Your lips on my tit.'
As she says she pulls my head to her now naked boobies. With 36B she is just irresistible. And there is no desire with in me other than to suck them with my whole heart.
With my both of the hands I open her blouse completely & hold her shoulders. I looked at her eyes and gently draw my tongue over her left areola. She shudders with pleasure first then cold. Her nipples are rock hard now. I grab her right breast with one hand & then squeeze the tit between index & thumb. During this my tongue has never left her left breast. I kneed her tout nipple in between my teeth. She grunts with this ministration. With her pleasure filled eyes she looks into my eyes and sexily bits her own lip. Seeing this, my fucking hormones almost burst with desire. I grab her boob in much firm hold and start squeezing at higher speed. Now she starts moaning loudly.
'oh mi gosh! Hmm....yeah.... You're such a player Chris!' she barely manages in between her pleasure filled words.
I am paying attention to her another boob with my skilled tongue. My free hand travels down to her miniskirt and as I enter my thumb into her secrets I can feel there a flood.
'you little minx! You came prepared huh?' I ask biting & leaving marks all over her boobies. She manages to laugh & says, 'found that early? And you're blaming me calling minx!'
'hmmmmm...love to touch you.' I suddenly resign myself snatching the keys from her hand.
'fuck! Why the hell...' she says in a very disappointed voice. I silence her with a breath taking kiss & say, 'it's tine for more baby!'
(3)
The door slams just behind us. I turn around and slam Kate on door kissing hungrily all over her neck. One of my hand reaches to the key hole to lock the door. Once it's done I drop the key on ground and take Kate to the nearest couch pulling her by waist. I stack her on the sofa breathing a bit higher.
'you've gained weight babe!' I exclaimed.
'or, may be you're just out of practice' she says with a naughty smile leaving her stiletto. Then she reaches to me and grabs my jacket to bring me to her hungry luscious lips. I open my jacket and unbuckle the belt never breaking our kiss. Then I open her blouse completely. As I look to her beauty I become stunned. They are just gorgeous. Every time I look at them my hands ache to explore them. I saw them in my car too. But the dim light was not able to reveal her beauty as my brightly illuminated living room is doing.
'love what you see darling!' Kate smiles and says.
'every time when I look at them.' I barely manage in husky tone before jumping on her.
As my mouth explores every cells of her neck and breasts her hands move down to open my jeans. I help her too. Then suddenly she rolls over to take me beneath her. Now it's her turn to taste me. She reveals me from my jeans and panty too.
'the natural Blonde knight!' she says smilingly looking at my sex.
'love what you see?' I return her words.
'no! I'm hungry to eat them, Bitch!'
That's why I love her on my sex. She is so aggressive. She talks so dirty on bed that even her words turn me on. And don't talk about her tongue. She is just awesome in that job.
As she licks my clitoris I start breathing heavily. Then she grinds me with her teeth.
'oh fuck! ummm.. this way.....yeah..' I can't help myself exclaiming.
