“Wait for me,” I said, walking to her and offering out my glass. She refilled me as well.
We quickly finished that bottle and made our way into a second one, sending me into a happy wooziness, a silly smile plastered across my face. It was still difficult for me to really believe everything that was happening. There I was, living in a fancy apartment in New York City, drinking wine with a beautiful woman who loved me, my music career blasting off higher than I could have ever hoped. My 25th year had been truly amazing, and now, turning 26, I was beginning to see everything in a much more positive light than I ever had in my life.
Fast forward the tape, and I was sitting naked on the edge of my bed, feet on the floor, legs spread, lifting my wine glass to my lips while Daisy kneeled between my thighs, her face buried into my pussy, putting her tongue to work. I looked down and watched her, her eyes peering up at me, and when I smiled at her I could feel her smile against me amid her kisses and licks.
“That’s really nice,” I whispered, taking another sip of wine. My toes were tingling and my head was pleasantly foggy. With a sloppy sounding kiss, Daisy pulled back and wiped at her mouth a little bit.
“Mmm,” she sighed, moving her thumb back and forth over my pleat, her finger gliding effortlessly through my wetness. “I love how soft your pussy is.” Leaning in, Daisy kissed me tenderly with that familiar suction sound directly on my clit.
“I waxed it for you,” I said with a smile.
“I should say that it doesn’t matter,” said Daisy, her eyes looking at me lustily. “And that I like you however you are. But smooth is really awesome.” Once more, Daisy’s mouth pressed into my pussy and she cast a spell on me. My head dropped back and I groaned out.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I intoned, widening my legs further and scooting my butt off the bed just a little. With each focused breath, I could feel my body quiver. Daisy ran her tongue slowly through my lips, before settling in on my cherry and putting her lips around it for a nice, firm suck.
Then I felt a chill as Daisy pulled back once again. Grinning at me, she slapped my thigh and stood up from the floor. I finished off the wine in my glass and she took it from me, turning around and walking it over to my dresser across from the foot of the bed. Daisy was in nothing more than a pair of pale pink panties. They were opaque, and even in the dimmed light of my bedroom I could make out the line of her butt as she kept her back to me.
Daisy looked over her shoulder at me, the grin still on her face, and she shifted her rear side to side in a little dance. I was transfixed and happy. But I longed to have her mouth between my legs again.
“I miss you eating me out,” I said in a slight slur. Daisy laughed at me.
“Just be patient, birthday girl,” she said.
Threading her fingers into the elastic of her underwear, Daisy slowly shifted the fabric down over her butt and peeled her panties downward, revealing the creamy whiteness of her backside. She pushed them down her thighs and then they fell the length of her legs, dropping to her feet. Daisy stepped out of them and kicked them off to the side.
I’ll never forget what happened next.
Bending over slightly, Daisy took hold of her ass cheeks at either side and she pulled her rear apart, showing me everything. I almost choked on my own spit as I watched, breathless, taking in the complete image of Daisy’s underside. The beautiful, full buoyancy of her pussy lips, covered in a downy blonde fur, glimmering scantly with wetness, up to the small crinkled folds of her rear. I put a hand to my chest to feel my own heartbeat. I was struck.
Daisy spread herself for me, nothing to hide. Just incredible, natural beauty. I felt myself shaking with arousal, my own pussy throbbing and greedy, my stomach tying itself in knots with anticipation. Each breath that left my parted lips exited in a tremble.
Then, just as quickly as she’d splayed herself out for me, Daisy released her cheeks and quickly turned around, giving me an innocent, yet dirty look.
“Oh my God,” I said as she stepped closer, her trim figure swaying before me. “Did you really just do that?”
“I did.”
“I don’t know why that had such an effect on me,” I said with slight confusion. “But that was just about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Did it make you want to fuck me?” Daisy asked tenderly. She was standing between my legs now, looking down at me. As she pushed her fingers through my hair, I couldn’t help but look her beautiful body up and down. What kind of question was that?
“Of course I want to fuck you,” I said. “I always want to fuck you.”
Next thing I knew, I was lying back on the bed with Daisy, knees to either side of me, on top of me. She was leaned over, palms pressing into the sheets, with her ass in my face and my mouth wrapped around her pussy, eating her out with a desirous fervor. Daisy moaned and her butt bounced, but I kept myself firmly against her, hands on her haunches, glutinously licking and kissing her from the backside.
“Mmm,” she cooed, back arched, moving one of her hands from the sheets to my middle, adoringly rubbing my slit forward and backward. I took a deep breath in through my nose and inhaled her wonderful scent of sweaty sex. It sent a shiver through me.
Then she dove in, pressing her lips to my pussy, wetly lapping at me, while I did the same to her. As the passion within me grew from Daisy’s amorous attention, I redoubled my own efforts to coax her toward the intensity as well. Her soft fur tickled my face, and the succulence coming from inside of her coated my lips and my chin. I hungrily worshiped her, having to remind myself every so often to take a breath.
I could tell she was getting close, causing me to remain firm in my licking, and I could also sense that as she approached the precipice of orgasm, she was intent on pulling me over with her. As though we could read one another’s mind, we simultaneously targeted each other’s clits, lips pressing atop them, licking and sucking. My butt squirmed down into the bed, and I could feel myself oozing wetness, my thighs feeling just as humid as Daisy tasted.
“Oh shit,” Daisy squeaked. I could feel her backside clench, but she refused to stop eating me out. I was feeling it too… the buzzing, the vibrations, the contractions, the clouded mind. But with my nose pressed between her lips, my mouth around her clit, I remained steady even as my heart pumped hard and my lungs requested more air. Daisy’s butt now started shifting side to side, juddering in quick stops and starts, her thighs trembling next to me.
It was happening to me, too. I knew it. But I wanted her to come so badly, I focused on giving her pleasure. I could feel my legs shaking, my feet jumping off the bed. I gripped tighter to her ass and pushed my face into her pussy.
“Gah!” came out of my mouth. It was the only sound I could make with my lips against Daisy. I was squirming now, and so was she. Both of us were panting, bodies shivering, but we remained locked to one another. I felt impossibly drenched, between my legs and on my face. The room was spinning around us. Then the surge hit me and I bucked my ass up off the bed. I couldn’t hold on anymore. I was writhing.
And Daisy was coming, too. Her rear wobbled in front of me, her pussy glistened, her top half was collapsing down into the bed between my legs. Neither of us had a mouthful of each other any longer. We both just gyrated, groaned, gasped for air. Two naked bodies, wet and hot, pale yet reddened. I watched as Daisy’s undercarriage squeezed and released, and I felt the exact same thing happening to me.
“Aw Christ,” said Daisy, her back arching like she was in full stretch, her ass clenched, some red marks on her cheeks where I had gripped on to her. She pushed herself up with her hands and steadied herself. Then she sat up, her butt on my chest for just a moment, before she lifted one leg up and turned herself around. She sat on her knees, facing me now where I lay, and grinned down at me.
“That was nice,” I said, smiling back up at her, running the back of my hand over my mouth to dab the wetness.
“I can still feel it,” mused Daisy, dropping a hand between
her legs and caressing herself. “Mmm.”
“So good you took the Lord’s name in vain,” I teased.
“Like any good Catholic,” she said. Her eyes wandered from my face and down to my middle. And her hand, moving along with her vision, now adoringly fondled my sensitive heat. Her finger traced through my slit easily, my flesh still sopping from our romp.
“I guess you can always confess and have your sins absolved,” I said, wriggling from Daisy’s touch.
“I’m way beyond what a couple Hail Marys can achieve,” she said, laughing.
“I love this,” I said with sincerity after a moment. “I love what we have.”
“Me too,” she said softly, sweetly.
“I feel like… everything that’s happened to me so far,” I began. “The success I’m having, all this. It was just so that I could meet you.”
“Yeah?” said Daisy with a sly smile. I could tell it made her feel good to hear what I was saying.
“Yeah,” I affirmed, taking a long, slow breath, grinning, looking up to the ceiling as I thought about it. “Like we were meant to meet this way. Everything I’ve done was so we could be brought together.”
“That’s very deterministic of you,” she said, still petting me. I adored her touch.
“Yeah, it’s weird,” I said. “I didn’t believe in any of that kinda stuff before this moment.”
“You’re just sex drunk,” Daisy said. Her finger moved up from my pussy to my navel, then back, then up again.
“Maybe,” I said. “Come lay with me.”
Daisy snuggled down into me and we wrapped our arms around one another. We kissed, we nuzzled, we sighed and held on. I felt the heat coming off of her body and it comforted me.
“Don’t go to sleep yet,” Daisy whispered into my ear. I opened my fluttering eyelids.
“I’m not.”
“It’s still your birthday,” she said tenderly. “And I want to show you how much I love you.”
I was purring. And I imagine the smile smeared across my face was one of stupid, drunk happiness. The kind of true smile that denotes complete lack of worry, lack of inhibition. A smile that conveys real bliss. Because that’s what I felt in that moment, lying naked with my love, skin sticking together, heat rising off of us. I was lost in bliss, lost in love. And I never wanted to be found again.
The band had been called to New York for a meeting with the label. Apart from some well needed practice time, Arnie said he had some big news for us and wanted to make plans for the New Year. Christmastime was coming up, the holiday season fast approaching, and nothing would really get done at Municipal again until the middle of January.
Time was becoming murky for me, with no real restraints or responsibilities, so when we all met together in the conference room at the label’s offices, I wasn’t quite sure when I’d last been in the same room as the rest of Cast Party.
“Look at you,” said James, stepping closer to me and wrapping his arms around me. “You’re fucking glowing, Layla.”
“I am?” I said, offering a light chuckle as I hugged him back.
“Dude,” he said. “I don’t know what you’re on, but I want some of it.”
“Hey girl,” said Renee. We hugged as well. I squeezed her tight in my arms.
“It feels like months since I’ve seen you guys,” I said, moving on to hug Paul. Our hug definitely wasn’t as familiar as with James or Renee, but he was an odd duck and I always took what I could get.
“It really hasn’t been that long,” said Paul.
“I know,” I said. “I guess time just moves at a strange speed here in New York.”
“I totally want to see your place,” said Renee. “I admit, I was a little pissed when you told us you were going to move here. But that’s because I was so damn jealous.”
“You can move here, too,” I said. “Nothing’s stopping you.”
“Don’t take my drummer away,” said James jokingly. “Then we really won’t be able to practice.”
“We’ll see,” said Renee like she was hiding a secret.
Then we heard some voices in the hallway, some laughing, joviality. We all looked to the conference room door and in walked some familiar faces. It was Arnie, Micah, my beautiful Daisy, and then someone we hadn’t seen before. He was a man in his 60s, wearing a fine suit, his thin hair slicked back against his head. He exuded wealth and power.
“Greetings and salutations, Cast Party,” said Arnie, beaming with delight. “I’m glad we could all get together in one room.”
“We’re happy to stop through,” said James, putting out his hand for Arnie to shake.
“And we’re happy to have you,” replied Arnie, shaking hands. “Listen gang, we have in our presence today a very important man.” He motioned to the suited gentleman, who smiled at us. “I’d like to introduce you to Wolfgang Rams the Third, President and CEO of Municipal Records.”
“Pleased to meet you all,” said Rams. Each of us stepped forward to shake his hand and mutter a nervous greeting. We had all heard of Wolfgang Rams before, and to be in his presence was quite anxiety inducing. He was known to be a particular and demanding man, pleasant when he was happy with you, but maniacally fuming when he wasn’t.
Arnie ushered us to our seats, and all eight of us rounded the table there in the conference room.
“I want to deflate the stress I’m reading from the room a bit,” said Arnie with a grin. “Mr. Rams is here because we have good news for you kids.”
“Phew,” said James with a nervous laugh. “That’s good to hear.”
“Indeed,” said Rams. “I’m happy to announce that Cast Party’s album Audition has been certified gold. Congratulations, you have a gold record.”
We all vocally celebrated, laughing and cheering. James and Paul highfived while Renee leaned over in her chair and hugged against me with one arm. It felt like an incredible achievement and it certainly was one.
“Now how many copies sold is that?” asked James once our celebration ended.
“Over half a million,” said Rams. “It’s a very impressive feat. But we have given you a great amount of support and radio play.”
“We’re pleased as punch over on this side of the table,” said Arnie. “Cast Party has already achieved what we set out to accomplish and we’re looking toward the future now. What’s next for Cast Party,” he said rhetorically, his palm waving through the air.
“We anticipate a busy 2001 for you all,” said Rams. “We would like to fast track a second album, and of course you will be embarking on your own headlining tour across the country.”
“Big year!” chimed Arnie.
“We’re scheduling the tour for spring,” said Micah, looking down into his notes. “With the sophomore album coming end-of-summer. And then we’d like another tour next winter and through early 2002.”
“You kids have no time for naps!” said Arnie, smacking the table.
“And let’s not forget Layla’s album,” said Daisy with a glimmer in her eye. I looked at her and smiled adoringly.
“Right,” said Rams. “Layla, we have an even more intense schedule planned for you in 2001. Do you think you can swing it?” The way the words came out of his mouth, it wasn’t so much a question but a command.
“I can,” I said softly. “I’m excited.”
“Now I want to assure you all that we have no plans to extricate Ms. Bean here from the band,” said Rams. “We are committed to Cast Party and we want to ensure further success from the band. But we believe we have a unique opportunity here with your lead vocalist and we do not want to squander that. Understood?”
We all mumbled affirmations, nodding, accepting Rams’ proposal. I could tell the rest of the band wasn’t entirely pleased, but there wasn’t much they could do. I was nervous, and I tried my best to hide it. I knew that with Daisy by my side, I could do this. I had to do this.
“Layla’s a gem,” clarified Arnie. “And we think a solo record won’t just expl
ode her own brand, or the label’s, but we think she’ll have a huge effect on Cast Party and your fans as well.”
“We just don’t want to be… out-shined,” said James skeptically, his eyes looking over to each of us in the band.
“With all due respect,” said Rams authoritatively. “I think you will have to accept some concessions that are inherent in this business.”
“What Mr. Rams means to say,” butted in Arnie. “Is that when we see someone who we think could be a major star, we have to give it a go.”
“If you’re unaware,” said Rams, his eyes giving Arnie a quick stare to knock him down a peg. “Municipal Records, and all major recording labels like us, lose a lot of money every year experimenting with new bands and new trends. In order to do that, we also must have big wins. If we didn’t sometimes have the big wins, we never would have been able to take the gamble on a relatively unknown band, such as yourselves.”
“Understood,” said James with a single nod.
“And just because you now have a gold record,” continued Rams. “Don’t think that you’re earning us the kind of money we require to dominate the airwaves.”
It was an interesting and candid conversation, to be sure. We all knew going into this that the sums of money involved in the recording industry were substantial. But Rams’ candor on the matter was sobering. I had felt rich from some of the large sums of cash that had been deposited into my account, especially the one that came after I had signed the solo contract. But something in the way Wolfgang Rams spoke told me I had no idea what wealth truly was.
But I was confident that I would know… some day in the future.
“So…” said Rams, assured he had made his point. “I want to again congratulate you on your success. We here at Municipal are looking forward to an even more successful 2001 for Cast Party. I know you have other meetings scheduled with your producer, so I don’t intend to keep you any longer.” After he said this, Rams stood up and everybody else in the room followed his lead.
Everyone began shaking hands, saying “congratulations,” saying “thanks,” and then the four of us in the band were walking out of the conference room. I was the last one in the train as we left, looking back at Daisy, admiring her on my exit. I looked on as the executive team spoke, the three of them gathering around Rams to hear his command.
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