Popstar

By Rodney Falcon

Calvin Glass is a world famous pop star, but no matter how much love he gets, it's not enough. Something is missing.

Jess Moon is a starving actress from Minnesota. She's on her last legs and doesn't have much hope.

Their paths meet and the story goes from there.

©2018 Rodney Falcon (P)2018 Rodney Falcon

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rodney Falcon Publishing
• Release date: Aug 18, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201489533

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Chapter One

Calvin

The fans roar as I step off the stage, my final song of the night complete. The crowd in Miami was incredible. Absolutely incredible. They were passionate. The weather was warm and the women, well, you know where this is going. The women next to none.

But you could say that for most places around the world. Or at least I could. I love women and women love me. Because I’m Calvin Glass, Mr. Top 100. I’ve had more number one hit songs than any other artist. Ever.

I step back into my dressing room, exhausted from the night. My manager Marty comes up and gives me a hug. He’s always been there for me. Helped get me to where I am now.

I nod to Marty after our embrace and he walks over to the door. As he walks out, he gestures to someone standing outside. I look to the doorframe.

Into the room, a woman walks in. She’s five and a half feet tall, brown hair, blue eyes, a beautiful smile and barely anything on. It is Miami after all.

Man I love my social media models. Thank god for the internet. Of course, that’s how I met Alexa. She was one of the many girls who tag me leading up to a show. I simply scroll through the library of beautiful women at my fingertips and send a message to the one I want after the show. Simple, right? Mutual connection. Mutual appreciation.

Hi I’m Calvin, I say, with a big smile on my face.

I know, she says while blushing. I’m Alexa. It’s nice to meet you.

A pleasure to meet you, too, I say back. I’m exhausted from the night, but suddenly I feel like I’m getting a second wind.

Silence fills the room. It feels so good on my ears after being in the firestorm of noise that are my shows. The entertainer life has a love/hate relationship with me. There are many positives and negatives. Positives include money, fame and dime pieces like Alexa here. Negatives include long days, long trips and grueling performances, both live and in-studio. Fuck, I really wish I didn’t have to go on tour. The girls were the one and only good thing about going on tour. And honestly, I could get this same shit back in LA and sleep in my own bed every night.

That would be nice. But life isn’t so easy. More on that later. Now, let’s focus on this beautiful creature before me.

Our eyes meet, smiles on our faces. Holy fucking shit she’s hot. Excellent choice, me. I walk up to her and wrap my arms around her. Our mouths meet with ease, our tongues touching and rubbing one another. We make our way to the nearby couch and Alexa starts to undress.

I glance over to the door and make sure it’s locked. It is. Good, we’re going to need some privacy for the music we’re about to make.

Alexa is fully naked by the time I look back. I am quite impressed. She smiles back and appreciates the attention.

So this is what only I get to see, huh? I say. The world has nothing on this?

You know it, she purrs.

Nice, I say, with a big grin on my face.

I walk over to the couch and Alexa reaches for the zipper on my pants. I surprise her by pulling her up and kissing her deeply, with some fire behind it. She knows what this is all about, but I’m not some player. I make love to every woman I’m with. It’s a two-way street.

Some people I know would take complete advantage of the situation, but I don’t. That’s bad karma. Everybody comes with me. I respect women and I love enjoying what the world has to offer. Every country, every continent.

We kiss deeply, our hands exploring each other’s bodies. My hands explore her back and make their way down to her ass. Then they begin to explore the contours of her tight little ass. I give it a squeeze and I can feel her begin to suck in a breath.

While I’m exploring her, Alexa’s hands somehow find their way to my belt. She wastes no time unbuckling it and getting my pants down, my erection in plain sight. Tonight, I didn’t wear underwear. It keeps me confident. Plus, the fans in the front row get a glimpse they’ll never forget.

Alexa gets the pants down and drops down herself. She takes my cock in her hand and looks at me with fire in her eyes. Immediately, she puts me in her mouth and goes to work slowly.

Her mouth and hands work together on my shaft, up and down they go. I throw my head back and let out a stuttered breath. She’s obviously having an impact on me.

Up and down, she never breaks eye contact. I also just realized we left the lights on. Glad she’s cool with that, because I totally am. That’s why she’s here after all. She works the shaft a little, then comes up and gives the tip some love. It’s definitely not her first time. She returns it all in her mouth and starts to squeeze my balls with her free hand. I gasp when she does this.

Oh, Alexa, I moan. Come up, honey.

You okay? she asks.

Yeah, I just don’t want to stop the show early. I say. Come up her, it’s your turn.

She stands up, still holding my cock like it’s her train ticket that she’s hanging onto for dear life. My shirt is still on, so she peels that up over my head as we continue to kiss. I push her back onto the couch and lay her down on her back. I open her legs and kiss her knee, slowly working my way to her core. She shudders every time I kiss.

When I get there and plant a kiss on it, she sucks in a deep breath. I lock eyes with her and let my tongue go to work. She moans as I begin to lick her folds, sucking her clit as I go. Her fingers immerse themselves into my hair and rub my head. My hand moves up and massages one of her breasts, trying my best to enhance the experience for her. As we progress, her body begins to tighten and her moans grow louder.

Oh Calvin, she cries. Don’t fuckin’ stop.

A moment later, she rocks into the first orgasm of the night, filling the room with her cries. I don’t let up from my sucking and licking. I want to drive her as far as she can go. When her orgasm completes, she pulls me up. When I’m up, she stands up and lays me down on the couch. She then throws her leg over me, facing the opposite direction. She immediately puts my cock in her mouth. I put her pussy in mine and we go to work in unison.

Oh my god, you’re amazing Alexa, I say, moaning in between breaths.

You are too, Calvin, she responds, in her own moaning voice.

Luckily, I get her to come again in just a short amount of time, as my balls of steel maintain their composure. Her body shakes as she fills the room with moans and screams. Damn, she is incredible.

After that one, she turns and looks at me.

Well, you ready to come yourself mister? she asks.

You bet, but first— I say, before grabbing a condom, slipping it on and laying her softly back on the couch.

I slip my cock into her wet folds and begin thrusting my hips. Our lips connect and we kiss passionately as our bodies collide. I thrust for several long seconds before she looks me in the eyes and pushes me back. A look of surprise is on my face.

Immediately though, she turns around and presents her nice ass.

Go for it, Calvin, she purrs. I want you to pound me.

Fuck yeah, I respond, as I step up to her.

I press my cock into her waiting pussy and begin pressing into her ass.

Our moans fill the room as our bodies rock in euphoric pleasure. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last. She looks back at me, her eyes encouraging me to push more.

I drive myself deeper into her and she’s moaning like crazy. She looks back and bites her lip. Each thrust sends a wave of pleasure through her body. I pound into her ass and pull out as far as I can go so that she feels the full length of my cock.

Calvin, feel free to come whenever, she says, as if reading my mind. You’re being way too gentleman like.

Yes ma’am. I respond. And like clockwork, a massive orgasm rips through me. She hits one as well, and we thrust into bliss. My seed is filling the condom and a moment later, we’re collapsed on the couch together, her head resting on my chest.

Calvin, you are amazing. Thank you for this, she says, satisfaction painting her voice.

My pleasure Alexa, you’re welcome any time. Thank you for being a fan of my music. I say.

Yep, just a day in the life of Calvin Glass.

Chapter Two

One week later, I’m sitting poolside at my house back in Los Angeles. The house sits on the hills above the city, a view unmatched by any other neighborhood in town. The city looks gorgeous from here. A large, metropolitan empire filled with millions of people running from this place to that.

And here I am, sitting here in my ivory tower resting on the riches I’ve built through recording the sounds coming out of my mouth. Crazy really. I’m fortunate to have been discovered when I was by my manager Marty, who helped guide me along as an unknown teenager from the suburbs.

I wasn’t good looking or tall when I was in grade school. But high school and the years after were generous to me. Also, accruing a hundred million dollars helps make you look better too. Helps a lot actually. Women just throw themselves at you. It’s a good thing I wear condoms. I would have babies everywhere if I didn’t. No way, not my deal. I’m not Marlon Brando.

I hear footsteps approaching me from behind and a second later, Marty comes into view. He’s wearing an Italian suit and looking like the boss of a manager that he is. He’s earned every penny and I owe my success to him.

Hey Cal, Marty says. What’s up?

Hey Marty, thanks for coming by, I say. I’ve been meaning to talk to you lately about something.

Marty’s face goes from bright to despair in the blink of an eye. The truth is, I’m getting burned out by the road life. Don’t get me wrong, I love my life for what it is and am grateful for everything. Read the papers, I’m not known as an asshole celebrity.

But I’ve felt a massive void in my life. I don’t know what it is, but I go to bed and wake up each morning with a gap. No matter who I sleep with, where I sleep, I don’t feel like the circle is complete.

You’d think someone in my position would be content. Everybody wants fame and fortune. I want it too. But I want what I want and there’s something I don’t have.

I come back to present and look Marty in the eye.

Something has been growing within me. I feel incomplete. I think I should take a break from the fast life and think it through, I say.

Marty absorbs what I say. Great, so take the time off. I won’t stop you. Do you want me to stop you? he says.

Well we have obligations and you know I love keeping my promises. Bailing on shit is bad for images, I say.

Fuckin’ right it is Marty says. Look Cal, our partnership is rock solid. We’ve been together from day one. You are my only client, not many managers in this city can say that.

Marty pauses, looks at his watch absently, not to look at the time but to admire the finer details of the watch.

We’ve made a metric fuck ton of money and the royalties will pay us monthly until the end of time, he says. But if you’re not feeling it, the creativity is not going to come. Your performances will diminish and your fans will notice. The broads you bang will notice, to.

A big smile crosses my face when he says that last line.

Dude, you know I’m all about the experience and it’s far from banging. It’s lovemaking, I say.

Sure, you hippie. Call it what you want, Marty says. My point is, take some time off, go see the world and don’t worry about work. When you get back, we’ll see where you’re at. While you’re gone, I’ll keep counting the money.

You’re right, I say. Maybe I should go climb Everest or something. Or go ski in France. Or post up in Bora Bora.

Bro, you can do whatever the fuck you want. Just don’t get a scandal started, Marty says.

Yeah, you’re right. Or maybe I’ll do a staycation.

What the fuck is a staycation? Marty asks.

It’s where you take time off and just stay home. It’s what millennials do because they’re poor.

How do you know that? he asks.

Some college girl explained to me one time. It kinda makes sense to me, I say.

Yeah, like you need to save money, Marty laughs.

We share a laugh and then silence fills the space, a light breeze comes onto the deck and brushes the surface of the pool. Marty’s right. I should take some time off. The tour is over, the album obligations are all done. I don’t know why I didn’t plan to do something before. I guess I was too focused. Maybe I should hire an assistant.

Well, I’m going to do that then. Take some time to myself, I say.

Sounds good, dude. Don’t die on me, okay?

I laugh wholeheartedly. Fuck dude, I love life. I just need to do some soul searching.

And that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I give Marty a hug and he takes his cue to leave. Before I know it, it’s just me and the pool. Time to plan the next move.

Chapter Three

The engine of my supercar roars as I step on the accelerator. I dive into another corner, on a treeless ridgeline east of Los Angeles, near the Mt. Baldy ski area. It’s just before dusk and the lighting is just perfect. In the passenger seat sits Monique, another girl found through social media who is a diehard fan of my music. She has a big grin on her face, but I can also sense a little fear as a result of the wild ride we’re going on right now.

I do like to push limits with my fleet of sports cars, but I certainly want to live another day to enjoy them. I’m not stupid. One crash can take me out forever and remove me from this wonderful life I live.

The road weaves along and my eyes scan the edges of the road. This is the perfect time for deer to be crossing the road. I don’t think we would end up well in a collision with a deer. Those animals are beasts and this little Italian hot rod would be no match. I’m sure the photos would be epic though. A destroyed sports car with deer carnage all over it.

As the sun sets, we approach an overlook that looks as remote as can be. I pull the car to the edge and turn off the engine, pulling the emergency brake so that we don’t go anywhere we don’t want to go. Specifically, down the cliff just a few feet away. I could just see the headline Popstar goes over cliff in Italian supercar. Not how I want to go.

Monique’s hand lands on top of mine, which is still resting on the hand brake. Our eyes meet and she has a look of pure desire in her eyes.

Thanks for picking me, she says. I’ve never done this before.

I smile, Don’t worry. You’ll enjoy yourself thoroughly, I say.

I guess I have a reputation amongst my fans. A good one. I like to indulge in the women who enjoy my music. It’s a mutually consenting rendezvous. Exactly how it should be. I hear about too many other people who abuse their status and you see those pricks in the headlines, numerous allegations slamming their name. Rightly so.

My shit’s clean. I never abuse anyone. It’s a privilege. I worked hard to get to where I am. To make the hundreds of millions that make up my net worth. My fans deserve my loyalty and respect. The women who sleep with me deserve that. Nothing but.

But all the lovers in the world still don’t seem to fill the void I’ve come to recognize within me.

So what do you want to do? she asks, pulling me from my thoughts.

Well, let’s enjoy the sunset for a bit and then see where things take us, I say, gripping her hand tightly.

As the sun sets in front of us, dipping down into the Pacific Ocean, I’m surveying Monique in front of me. Long, brown hair sits on her head. She’s got green eyes, a big smile, very perky tits hiding under a tight tube top. A white skirt and white heels complete the lower half of her outfit. She’s a knockout, no question. I think she said she’s a model or something. Or maybe a kindergarten teacher.

I’m a teacher, she says, as if reading my mind.

Really? I ask, not believing her.

Yep, I teach first grade. I love what I do.

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