Stars Don't Hide

by Abbie Kaid

  Here he is in-between my legs, fucking me harder than anyone has ever done before. The world sees him as a billionaire playboy, but I don't mind if he is worse than that. Well, as long as he is able to make my world go ’round.

  To an extent, I know it is bad giving me up to him in this manner. Indeed, we both know this. But our insatiable lust for each other is something we can no longer deny.

  The stake is incredibly high and the situation is incredibly hot. All at once I find his powerful thrust pushing me to the head of the bed. With his left hand he starts to fondle my tits, concentrating more on the nipples while instinctively flicking on my clitoris with his right hand.

  Doggy style is my favorite position because I always reach an incredible orgasm while in doggy style. This is why I smiled immediately; he turned me on all fours, with my ass pointing directly at him.

  “Fuck me harder,” I scream noisily as he penetrates me again. Increasing his speed to meet my request, I can feel my pussy juice dripping down my pelvic region.

  I love every single minute of the 'bitch-like' treatment I am receiving from his rock-hard dick. Under normal circumstances, I don't fuck without a condom. Nonetheless, right from the first day I met Damen, he will somehow always have a way of suppressing my intentions.

  The situation is so hot that wearing a condom becomes the last thing that is on my mind. I no longer care whether he cums inside of me. My fists start to clench tightly together as I steadily approach an awaiting, amazing orgasm.

  Losing total control of myself, my pussy juice starts flowing all over his throbbing dick. I can feel the world stopping for those split seconds.

  Boom! I'm awake to reality. All this time, my finger was busy moving in and out of my pussy while I was lost in my own world of fantasy.

  Damen isn't here. Everything that happened was all in my head.

  “Dammit!” I cooed after seeing the wet patch on the couch as a result of my orgasm. I can't really say how much effort will be required to get Damen out of my thoughts but one thing was certain—I’ll be going to The Starwatcher later in the evening. It might be my only opportunity, but I'm determined to give it my best shot.

  Well, this can never be possible if I just sit back lazing around. I have to at least create time for a little bit of rehearsal.

  While cleaning my drenched couch, I pray and wish that Damen will at least show up to cheer me up before my performance. Although, according to him I seem like the boss of my own life. The truth is that I can't really tell if I'd be able to find my bearings without him.

  Chapter 4

  It's 5 p.m. already and Damen didn't make any attempt to call me. Despite the fact that the phone was kept so close to my side the entire time, still, I didn't get a message from him either.

  “What an annoying asshole,” I curse beneath my breath.

  Since I'm a strong independent lady, and moreover, I'm familiar with being disappointed by humans, I try to wave every element of discouragement and frustration behind me as I drop the guitar after four hours of intensive rehearsal.

  Rushing to the bathroom to freshen up, I allow the cold shower to drizzle on my soft skin while washing my doubts and fears away. Stepping out of the bathroom, I dry up my wet skin while muttering inaudible words of encouragement to myself.

  Admittedly, I'm actually not sure of what to wear. But then, that's not entirely a priority to me at the moment. All I know is that I plan to step out in a simple but grand style.

  Searching the wardrobe for a perfect outfit, I lay hold on my classic knee-cut blue jeans. Of course, this is indeed too casual and simple. But then, it is the perfect choice. Each time I wear it, all eyes are always on my beautifully generous curves.

  “Oh no,” I sigh and shake my head as I find it difficult to locate where I placed my beautiful black t-shirt. I try controlling my emotions to avoid getting pissed off.

  Actually, I'm not late, but with the kind of person I am and with how I was raised, I kind of have great respect for the value of time.

  “I thought I hung it here,” I continue soliloquizing, somehow unable to control my emotions any longer.

  Talking about having the patience to look for things, I'm not really perfect in doing that. Well, just when I almost give up on wearing the black t-shirt, I stumble on it in the corner of the wardrobe.

  “Shit,” I can't help but laugh at myself. A grown-ass lady this beautiful can't even see a t-shirt that is staring right back at her.

  “I really need to see an optometrist. This is not normal.” I pouted my lips before letting out soft laughter.

  With the black t-shirt available, all I have to do is to pair it up with matching sneakers. Luckily enough, I have a pair of nice sneakers which I recently bought from one of the popular boutiques close to my workplace. Although I'm not financially strong or earning the number of digits I'd like to, however, I have a great fashion sense that is extraordinary. Even when getting casual outfits, quality is always the key factor I put into consideration.

  In thirty minutes, I am already dressed and ready to head out. Well, I'm not really a freak for excessive makeup. So, paying a professional to make me up didn't really mean anything to me. Truthfully, I'm completely satisfied with the light makeup I did on myself. I love my natural appearance. Looking too artificial isn't really my thing. In essence, tonight I only want to be myself in every natural sense.

  Turning around to carry my guitar before finally heading out, I hold it tightly with so much faith and hope. I can't just help but admire how beautiful I look. Even in the absence of artificial eyelashes, my facial outlook was second to none. My pearly white teeth flashback at me in a bright and stunning manner as I smile at my image in the mirror.

  “Let's do this,” I say, a little too loud as if I am about starting a fight. Well, for me, I am going there to beat my past failures. Actually, my life was filled with a lot of battles. The fight isn't against anyone but against poverty. My family needs my help and most importantly I have plans to accomplish.

  “Hey, I'm going to The Starwatcher,” I signal one of the taxi drivers and step in almost immediately.

  I am somehow lost in my self-induced world of anxiety. That's how the normal twenty minutes journey becomes one less than ten minutes.

  For the first time since I started working at The Starwatcher, here I am with the mindset of being watched and not carrying a tray to serve drinks to those watching.

  Hmm! I inhale and exhale almost simultaneously. I can feel the bliss by just imagining being on that stage. This opportunity might have seemed little to me before now, but dammit, standing in front of the bar with my guitar gives me another perspective to life.

  Today I'm going to serve all of them my forbidden love fantasies through my music. I'm here to serve them my story in a song.

  Lost in my thoughts, I didn't realize that the taxi driver is busy calling me.

  “Oh! Please don't be offended. I'm very sorry,” I apologize respectfully before handing him his money.

  “Here it is. Thanks for the nice ride.” I say with a smile.

  Bending a little from the driver's seat position until we were able to get a clearer view of our faces, the driver said, “Thank you too,” before adding “Good luck girl!” A little bit loud enough for even a passerby to hear.

  This driver's smile is indeed too contagious and real. I can't help but blush so badly.

  Turning around, I am almost startled by Karen's presence. She actually saw when I alighted from the vehicle and came over almost immediately. We both know how persistent she can be whenever it's the latest story.

  The reason she's giving me a funny baby-like face isn't too hard to crack. She is here for me to spill a lot, but I am not in the mood to do that. Knowing full well that she will not let me be at peace if I refuse to talk to her, I let out a deep sigh that stood for so many things. One particularly which is “You're bothering me young lady, please step aside.”

  “Hey, what is it?” Karen starts to
protest. “So, I'm disturbing you or what?” she ends her statement with a smirk.

  “Ah, you can disturb the whole of LA. I'm not surprised.” I respond; slightly hitting her arm in the process.

  Truth be told, I am just trying to deny the fact that I'm bothered by her disturbance. I am. But do I have a choice? The answer is no. She is my colleague and to a great extent she deserves to know about my performance.

  “Girl, you see that stage? I'm climbing on it tonight and you'll have no choice but to watch me,” I joke with a broad smile.

  “Yippee!” Karen screams with joy. “I've always known that there's something different about you,” sounding so serious.

  “Ah stop it!” I burst into loud laughter. “You're already sounding like a motivational speaker just because of a mere stage we climb every day to clean.”

  Karen didn't even allow me to finish when she cut in. “We climb to clean and not sing”.

  Well, if not for anything, the conversation with Karen is really helping in loosening the tension that was built up within me. In no time I am laughing as if nothing really mattered.

  “All hail the Starwatcher-made superstar,” Frank yells from behind us. “Before I forget, try not to make us lose our customers or you're dead,” he joked while sticking out his tongue in a funny manner.

  “Bad energy please go away,” I respond with a hissing sound to emphasize that his opinion isn't relevant.

  I don't understand why both of them are so funny today but somehow, I know they have my back and I can count on them.

  Scanning through the crowd of people trooping into the bar, I can see Laura Scott, the woman from Opal. Just like the first day, Tom Island from Stone Cold Records is sitting next to her. The only person missing is Damen Price. To me, everyone didn't really matter as much as he did. Unfortunately, I couldn't reach him through phone calls while at home. He wasn't replying to my voicemails either. I decided to try my luck again one last time before heading backstage.

  As I hear that familiar ringtone behind me, I freeze immediately. Damen has come for me.

  “Hey Lacie,” he placed his hand on my right shoulder while gently caressing it.

  “I was scared. I thought you wouldn't come for me,” I lament, trying to clean my teary eyes.

  “You know I wouldn't do that.” He tries explaining. “I had to give you the space to figure out what you really wanted and make your own decision.”

  Yes, he is right. Maybe I am busy running away from my shadow. I want to become a music star but then I keep declining his offer, which is possibly the perfect pathway to my success. It definitely didn't make any sense at all.

  “I'm sorry for pushing you away so hard.” That's all I am able to gather the courage to say.

  Smiling at me, Damen responds by saying, “You never for once offended me, baby. All I ask is that you trust me.” Looking at his eyes, I can see his sincerity. Deep inside I feel like ripping his shirt off while allowing his well-chiseled body to rub on mine. It is less than twenty-four hours of not hearing from him and here I am dying to have him all to myself.

  “I trust you. You don't need to worry about trying to convince me anymore.”

  Immediately I finish my statement. Damen envelops me in a tight, warm embrace. I can see the excitement and feeling of satisfaction on his face. Even the blind will figure out that he is happy. I know he wants to kiss me right there, but with the current level of blackmail from his ex-wife, he has no choice but to be very careful with the public display of affection. But still, his hug was ensuring enough. I feel completely safe and secure in all ramifications with him.

  “I hope to see you clearly while I sing,” I smiled at him before heading backstage. Here in the backstage it is somehow weird. Everyone seems to know each other somehow except for me. Well, I am not really bothered by that. I need to focus on the performance. That is the only thing that matters.

  “You're coming up first,” Frank tapped me on the shoulder.

  Before I could argue, he had already moved to the rest of the up-and-coming artist schedule for the night. I wanted to complain to him that starting me first isn't okay. But then, he is already gone. Not like I have any right to complain at all. With full confidence I accepted my fate.

  “You can do this,” I keep reiterating this particular line over and over again. I'm not sure if Damen's presence is what boosted my level of confidence and morale. However, one thing is certain, I'm going out there to enjoy myself.

  Since I am a new face, my introduction didn't really trip most people except for Karen and Frank, who are just busy making screaming sounds that I only find funny. As a matter of fact, I find it funny mainly because it is coming from them. Smiling in their direction, I readjust my guitar and the microphone stand before finally looking at Damen.

  From where his table is, I can see him give me an assuring nod. That's actually all the motivation I need to start. Deep inside I know Frank only brought me out to start just in case I mess up really bad, then the rest of the performers inside will make it up and he will not lose his money.

  I remind myself that I'm not out here to wallow in some intangible thoughts. I'm here to wow everyone. As I hold the strings of my guitar, I begin to play one of my favorite songs 'Torn by Love.' It is my original piece of fantasy unfolding in the form of music. Yeah, my genre of music is contemporary blues that, most times, fits well with those suffering from heartbreak. I love sad songs. Well, I'm not really sure it is the best choice tonight, but then all I can hear right now is me.

  Chapter 5

  The very moment I started, everywhere becomes quiet. Normally, I already know I'm very talented and possess a nice voice. Still, I'm indeed surprised how much energy my voice is conjuring on the stage today.

  Getting close to the end of the song, I decide to do that one thing I've always dreamed of—climbing the highest pitch. In this particular song, it has never been a successful venture. But then, there's no harm in trying here. I decide to break a little bit. Inhale and exhale in quick succession before hitting the note with all the strength I have left in me.

  “What the fuck! I did it,” I try hard not to say it out. It is one of those America’s Got Talent golden buzzer moments for me. Right now, happiness is possibly an understatement of what I am feeling. Yes, the reaction from the people watching me is all that told me I ended perfectly well. This made me realize that sometimes there's no reason why I shouldn't gamble with my fear.

  In the cold and quiet night, I can hear my voice reverberating in a soft manner even after I end the song.

  “Thank you for your time,” I whisper into the loud microphone, before making a slight bow. All of a sudden, the cheers are now even louder. It is in fact the loudest applause I've ever gotten in my entire life. The eruption makes me all emotional. Tears of what I can't really predict—whether it's joy that my dream is still intact, or sadness that I had no one that really believed in me not until now, starts flowing down my beautiful face.

  Going backstage, all I can hear are accolades from other performers. Predictably, Karen and Frank are there already waiting backstage.

  “Here comes our little pretty music star who missed her road and became a bartender instead.” Karen jokes while shaking her head in a pitiful manner.

  “Crazy ass bitch,” I retort, making an attempt to run after her.

  I can't exactly assert that Karen is my friend, but then she is one person that knows how to create the perfect mood whenever she is around. I like her and her sanguine nature so much.

  Hiding behind grinning Frank, who is still struggling to contend his excitement about my performance, Karen shouts out loud, “This is not how stars behave. I hope you aren't planning on leaving me here with this old man. You'd need a manager, dear friend. I'm submitting my application first thing...!”

  Before she could finish her statement, Frank's face gradually changed and in a swift motion he turned and made an attempt at hitting her with the sales book he was holding. Und
oubtedly, Karen, knowing full well his impending reaction, already shifted and while heading back to her duty screamed from afar, “Congratulations baby girl. I'm proud of you!”

  Even if no one tells me that they're proud of me, personally, I am proud of myself.

  Studying Frank's look, he appears to be a little sad. Out of curiosity I decided to ask him.

  “What's wrong?”

  “With the look of things, I'm sure going to miss you,” he answers while nodding at every word.

  “Come off it! I'm still here!” I say with a smirking gesture.

  “For how long?” He pauses to take in a deep breath before continuing. “Lacie, you're a star. You shined so bright tonight. Believe me when I say that none of those wannabe stars backstage possess half the gift you have embedded inside of you.”

  Well, Frank has always been a father figure to me here in LA. Although we don't get to discuss our personal lives directly, maybe because he is older, but then he has always tried dropping words of advice whenever he had a reason to. If anything should take me away from The Starwatcher, then I'd forever be grateful to him for watching over me and giving me a chance to make a living in a city where job opportunities seem to be scarce as pure gold.

  “I know they'll come for you,” he continued. “I pray you make the right choice. It was indeed a privilege having you here.” He ends his long speech which confuses me.

  I wish Karen is still here to drop a punchline that would make us laugh at least.

  “I'm still here, trust me,” I reassure him. “Or are you sacking me already because I climbed onto your stage tonight?” I joke while I watch him give a sly smile. From his behavior, I know he is hiding something. But whatever it is, I know Frank too well. He'll tell me if I press on.