Pop Tart

By Juliet Beltrey

What’s it like to get the ultimate sexual revenge on someone that’s teased you for as long as you can remember? Young Crystal has always loved to torture Jason, but lately she’s taken it to a whole new level of extreme. But this time, Jason’s not going to take it. He’s going to give it to the world’s biggest tease, in every way imaginable.
Note: Adults only, very explicit material.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Juliet Beltrey
• Release date: Mar 26, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301204809

Juliet Beltrey

I’m the quiet girl you’d never suspect is secretly full of sexual thoughts. As a writer, I naturally gravitated to erotica. I enjoy focusing on the hidden nature of our sexual desires, with sexual fantasy often becoming reality in my stories. I love to explore the full expression of our sexuality, and have found that writing erotica allows me to do that. Thank you for reading!

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Pop Tart

Juliet Beltrey

PUBLISHED BY: Juliet Beltrey on Smashwords

Copyright © 2016 Juliet Beltrey | Scorpio Rising Publishing

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

It started when the Pop Tarts were touring Europe. The band members were young enough that parents and handlers traveled along with them. They were in the middle of one of their biggest shows to date when Jason got a 333 text—meaning backstage emergency.

He ran back to find Crystal, the group’s leader, in her dressing room, in a panic. She had about two minutes to get back out on stage. Though she was eighteen, her mother still traveled with her and was in the executive lounge, Skyping her investment banker boyfriend.

Crystal’s assistant was nowhere to be found.

"There you are! I need your help!" Crystal shrieked. She was wearing her space girl outfit. Her skin was glossed in a sheen of sweat. The glitter makeup and crazy blue eye shadow made her look half alien.

"The zipper on my skirt is split, see?" She turned to Jason, pulling down her skirt and separating the zipper. She’d twisted the short skirt around so the zipper was in front. The way she pulled it open, Jason could see most of her crotch, shaved bald and glossy with sweat. He could see the neat crease at the top of her pussy. Despite his panic, his dick began to stir.

"Seee? It’s busted," she whined.

Where’s her underwear? Jason thought. Then he saw it on the floor beside her. She must have taken if off before he came in. Not easy to do over space boots.

Where’s your dresser? Jason asked, trying not to look.

Crystal was still catching her breath. Her body was buzzing. Stage buzz, they called it, when the energy from being on-stage follows you off, staying with you like an adrenaline fueled electrical charge.

I made her go get me some vitamin water, she said. Jason looked at the banquet table along the wall, which had every type of beverage one could imagine. Those aren’t cold, she added.

Crystal, you’ve got about one minute. You’ve got to get back out there. You’re first vocal in the next song.

"What do I doooo?"

Wear something else. It doesn’t matter.

"It does matter."

"Where’s you’re fucking dresser!?" he shouted in a panic.

You’re not supposed to curse around me, remember?