Fly Me

I have no idea how I got here. One minute I'm thrashing on a beat up Fender in a smoky club in a backwater town and eight months later I was playing the The Troubador in LA. I got a three record deal, and a new band. I hadn't let my hair grow to extreme lengths but it was brushing my shoulders. I couldn't believe the whole whirlwind that was around me right now. Being a rock star was turning out pretty cool.

The record label called my manager before my set today and told him I was needed to fill in for a gig where the headliner had dropped out and I was to be on a private plane from LA to New York that night. I was exhausted but it was too early in my career to start complaining and figured I could sleep on the plane.

When the limo pulled up to the plane on the tarmac my manager put her hand on my sleeve.

"I have a meeting here in LA tomorrow. I'll fly to New York as soon as it's over. I hope I can make the show, but in case I can't, break a leg. I know it's going to feel weird without your own guys to back you up but trust them. Get some sleep on the flight."

"Yes mom." Sarcasm dripping from my voice.

"Hey! Don't give me any of your shit. I'm trying to keep you on the right track. So no blow and keep the booze to a minimum."

"Like you've ever seen me do coke before. I can't even smoke weed without getting stupid as fuck."

"That's why I'm still here. Alright, get out of here." She pushed me towards the door.

I looked up at the plane which was a small private jet. There was no red carpet but there were stairs to the open door. I looked up and a knockout blonde was standing there in a sexy, short, uniform.

"Things are looking up already." I mumbled as I took the steps up two at a time. The attendant smiled and stepped back.

"Welcome aboard Mr. Rockwell. I can take your bag." She reached for the duffell I'd thrown together and even held up her hand for my guitar case.

"Be careful with my baby." I said grinning. She sidled sideways ahead of me between the seats towards the rear of the plane not jostling my gear at all. She returned a few minutes later passing me by, picked up a small phone handset on the wall and made a few remarks before hanging it up. She walked up to me and gave me a short rundown on the safety features, seat controls, and belt connection.

"Have you ever flown in a small aircraft before?"

"No. This is really nice. I have you all to myself for the entire flight?" I noticed her little name badge said Erin.

"That you do Mr. Rockwell. In smaller jets you feel a little more inertia so don't be surprised when you're pushed back into the seat on takeoff. They bank more quickly in turns too so please stay seated until the pilot clears us to move around the cabin."

"Call me Adam." I said.

She gave me a brilliant smile, "call me Erin. We'll be ready to taxi to the runway in a couple minutes. Please put your seatbelt on and once we're airborn I'll open the galley. Have you had dinner?"

"I'm not really hungry, but I could use a drink."

"I can do that." She stood up and went forward. I saw the ground crew pulling away and saw Erin lean out and pull the door closed. I heard a few thumps as she latched it in.

She went to the phone again before coming towards me. "We're all set. You'll hear two pings over the intercom when we're ready to start taxiing to the runway." She checked my seatbelt and I checked her out. She was mid-height, with long legs, short blond hair, golden brown eyes and lips made for making out. She was gorgeous with a capital 'G' and her perfume was sweet as it wafted past.

I relaxed and the pings came shortly after and with a gentle bump we began moving, thankfully the wait wasn't long and soon we were shooting down the runway. Erin was right and it felt like being in the front seat of a rollercoaster there for a few minutes and we rose rapidly and I leaned into the turn as we climbed. The plane leveled out and the engines quieted. The double ping sounded again and a moment later Erin was beside me again.

"What can I get you to drink?"

I looked her up and down. "In any other place that would be my question to you."

She smiled and surprisingly didn't give me an eyeroll.

"Sorry. Whiskey rocks please."

"Any preference?"

"Crown if you've got it."

Erin laughed, "this plane is owned by a record company. We have everything." She patted me on the shoulder as she walked past me into the galley.

Jesus she looked good in that short skirt. I began to wonder who she'd seen on these flights. She walked back and I swear there was a little swagger in her step as she set the crystal tumbler in the holder next to my seat. "Can I get you anything else?"

I looked her up and down, my eyes resting back on her face.

"Besides that." The corner of her mouth lifted.

I found myself apologizing again. "It's uh, well. No, thanks." I felt my face get warm, and her smile brightened.

"I'm just messing with you Adam." Her hand brushed my shoulder as she walked past me towards the back again.

I sipped my drink. I wasn't sleepy and I figured I'd get a nap when I arrived at the hotel in the morning. I got restless and looked around the edge of my seat to find Erin sitting in the back looking down at something. I picked up my drink and stood, and walked back to where Erin sat. She looked up and her expression looked tentative like she was ready to do my bidding.

"May I?" I placed my hand on the back of the seat opposite her. I was surprised to see her eyebrows rise slightly but she nodded. She unfolded her legs and sat up, slipping her feet back into the shoes in front of her. I just waved her to relax.

"I'm not sleepy despite my manager telling me to sleep on the trip. I didn't get up until nearly noon today."

"Long night?"

"Yeah, I had a show last night. It was pretty energetic so I didn't get to sleep until almost three."

"When we land it will be nearly five in New York. Once you're at your hotel and settled you'll be able to sleep until noon again." She grinned.

"That's what I figured. I'll have to be at the soundcheck by four or so and probably jam a little with the band since I've never worked with any of them before."

"Session guys are some of the most talented musicians who never got a break."

"I swear this face is the only thing keeping me from strumming back up for someone else." I took a long swallow of my drink and leaned my head back.

"I don't know about that. You're pretty good from what I've heard."

"You've heard my stuff?" I was genuinely surprised.

She nodded, that hundred watt smile lighting up. "I was at the Troubadour last night. One of the perks of being in the business. Well that, and this," she pointed at her face and ran her finger down the length of her body, "can get me past a lot of bouncers."

"I bet you've seen a lot of great acts come through the door. Got any wild stories?"

She just grinned, shrugged, and shook her head. "Not a one." She pantomimed turning a key in her mouth and tossing it.

"A very admirable trait." I smiled and swallowed the last of my drink. Erin leaned forward and took my glass.

"Another? Or something else?" She said standing. When she did she leaned forward far enough for me to catch a peek down her blouse and I felt myself getting hard.

"Another, please."

"Do you have any food allergies? Nuts, seeds, that sort of thing?" She leaned over me and set the drink in the holder. I got another whiff of her perfume and it did nothing for the growing discomfort in my jeans.

"Uh, no. Why?"

Her other hand came around and set a small dish on the side next to my drink. It had small sections with nuts and dried fruit.

"I figured you may want a snack." She turned and walked away again. I popped some of the cashews in my mouth and took sip of my drink. Erin reappeared with a bottle of water in her hand and sat back down.

"Why don't you join me?" I pointed at the drink.

Her ever present smile deepened. "Can't, I'm on the clock."

"It's just me. I won't rat you out." I returned her smile.

"We're not the only two here." She tilted her head forward looking towards the cockpit.

"Ah yes, the driver."

"Pilots. If you call them drivers they get really annoyed." She laughed.

"If one appears I'll apologize."

She looked at her watch. "Could be any minute now. They can't hold their coffee for an entire transcontinental flight. This must be some pretty big gig you're going to. Usually someone fairly new like you they'd just dump on a commercial red-eye."

I shrugged. "My manager told me I was filling in for an act that cancelled at the last minute. I'll do my usual set list and I guess head back to LA after. Enough about me. What about you? How did you end up here?"

She shrugged like it was nothing. "There's not much to tell. I was a nerd in school, braces, straight A's. I worked summers as a life guard for the city of Pomona. We didn't have a lot of money so college was going to be a hard time. The only thing I knew is that I wanted to travel. I figured out fast that a job in travel and tourism may be the shortest path so I signed up for community college and got a two year degree and my advanced life saving certification which got me a small raise with the city. One of the professors invited a rep from the flight attendant's union to talk to the class about careers. I thought there was no better way to get my ass off the ground than in a plane. After the presentation they wandered around chatting with us and answer questions. She said I would be a prime candidate and my lifesaving certification would be a plus on the application. So I applied."

"You got right in like that?" I nodded in appreciation.

"Yup. I got picked up by an airline and went through their training program. Worked there for six years."

"How did you end up here?"

She made a little face and realized I was just going to keep pumping her for the story. "I pissed off the wrong person." She pursed her lips and took a long swallow of her water.

It was my turn to raise my eyebrows.

Erin sighed and continued the story. "I'd been pushing to get a better schedule than Kansas City, Dallas, and Denver. I got lucky a few times, called up for reserve to Miami a couple times. One night I got into Miami and went out with the crew. Mojito's are a hell of a drug by the way." She smirked. "Well rules are rules. We were not allowed to consume alcohol within twelve hours of working again. Someone who shall remain nameless was jealous of me and reported me working after only seven hours of last call. I wished some pretty heinous stuff on her after I got that write up. I got sent back into the pool for reserve flights and ended up in some crappy areas. I was working a flight to Cleveland and a really nice record executive was talking to me."

"Like they do." I added quickly making Erin smile. I figure he was probably trying to get under that skirt.

"Yeah they do. He told me that his company was going to start their own travel division instead of constantly using commercial flights to head off issues with famous people causing trouble on public flights. He got me the information for the people in charge, and put a good word in for me. I started about sixteen months ago. I had to certify on a couple corporate jets first, and I got a basic medic training so I could apply the Naloxone if needed."

I looked at her not understanding.

"You're one of those innocent ones aren't you?" She grinned.

"I'm twenty-six. I've been around a little bit."

She nodded. "Rock stars, and often their entourages are known to do a little partying. It's in case I'm the only sober one around if something goes south. As I said, advanced life-saving was a big plus for both the commercial job, and here. I have an entire medical kit on board for contingency. If I have to I can divert this plane to the nearest airfield with a hospital nearby."

"Damn. They have you working like a waitress when you've got all that going on?"

Erin laughed. "It's part of the job. When I started here they were a little sticker shocked at what I was asking considering the lesser amount of work ferrying you famous people around as compared to regular red-eye flights to Milwaukee. The truth is that there's more work because unlike standard passengers, famous people tend to need a lot more servicing." She added the last word with air quotes. "I don't mean that in a salacious manner either. Although there have been a few. It's just that they expect the champagne and caviar treatment versus the coffee and a bag of pretzels treatment."

"The perks can't be that bad. Have you made it to Europe yet?"

"A few trips to London, but not any further since tour buses tend to be the best mode of transport once the artists are there."

"And not a single story to share?" I grinned.

She sighed and gave in. "There was one trip, I'm not naming names, but there was a group and they were young and cocky. I think their manager and I were the oldest ones in the cabin. When I asked if I could get the lead singer anything he responded with, 'I'd love a blowjob when you have a minute, but get the other guys their drinks first.'"

I barked out a laugh and covered my mouth. "Oh wow. What did you say to that?"

"It got really quiet once the rest of the band heard him. I looked him dead in the eye and told him my mother taught me not to put small objects in my mouth because they're choking hazards."

I kept laughing. "You didn't get in trouble?"

"Hell no. They thought I was a hot shit after that. Pardon the language." She grinned. "Though he did try to get me to go back to the hotel with him when we landed. I politely declined."

"Damn. It must be hard doing this job looking like you do."

She tilted her head in inquiry.

"I mean you're drop-dead gorgeous."

She blushed and looked aside. "Thanks, you're not so bad yourself. But it's not so bad. It's the lecherous back of the house guys that make it creepy. That isn't much more than a casting couch right there to most of the executives." She nodded towards the subject of her statement.

"They don't get that you're not here to be their entertainment." I shook my head.

"Shmucks will be shmucks, but they're paying the bills so I discreetly decline. "It's not really different than dealing with cocky pilots really."

Her gaze swept up and she pursed her lips as one of them walked past us to use the bathroom.

"They're probably going to want more coffee." She stood and went forward.

The pilot walked past again and gave me a nod. A few minutes went by and another guy walked past and gave a similar nod on his way back. A few minutes later Erin came back and sat down.

"Where were we?"

"I believe we were at shmucks and cocky pilots."

Erin covered her laugh with her hand. "Close one there. So what's your agenda when you get to New York?"

"I honestly don't know. I hope that someone from the label is there to get me going in the right direction."

Erin laughed. "Well your someone is actually right here. A car will be waiting for us to head to The Plaza for check in, after which I hand you off to the New York office to handle."

"Wow, a hotel room at The Plaza. Erin, we only just met." I smiled.

"I like to treat my boys special." She winked at me.

"How did you get wrangled into being my handler?"

"Nobody else was available on short notice I imagine. My responsibility ends at The Plaza and making a call to let them know you're checked in."

"Maybe I'll let you see me in my Spiderman pajamas."

"It wouldn't be the strangest thing I've seen." Erin glanced at her watch. "We're probably coming up on the Chicago area, we've got about three hours to go. Do you want to try and catch a nap? I can lower the cabin lights."

"Sure, I'll go back and sit up front and leave you alone."

"You're no bother Adam. I've enjoyed chatting with you." She dropped another of her full wattage smiles on me.

"Thanks. I've enjoyed it too."

I took my seat and put my feet up and just stared out the window into the dark assuming there was no way I'd sleep with the engine noise. A soft grip on my shoulder woke from a hazy dream where I only saw the golden brown eyes and pale pink lips of the girl I was making out with. I opened my eyes and she was still there.

"I'm dreaming about you. Let me sleep." I mumbled.

Erin smiled. "I'm flattered and a little curious, but we're going to land in about twenty minutes. If you could sit up and buckle in we'll be on the ground in no time."

I made a quick dash to the bathroom before doing as she ask. I hadn't asked but there was a cold bottle of water next to me when I sat down and buckled up. Erin made a call on her intercom and instead of sitting in the back took the seat next to me and buckled herself in. She turned to me and smiled, a blush lit her cheeks.

"Should I ask what you were dreaming, or should I assume it was the typical male fantasy. Mile high club?" Her eyes rolled and she leaned in, chin on her hand.

I had the good grace to feel my face warm. "Um, if that typical male was a teenager, maybe? We were making out." I looked forward and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

"That's all?" She sounded surprised.

"Well, if you hadn't woken me up right then," I shrugged, "I might have tried for second base."

Erin laughed at that and settled back in her seat. I caught her stealing glances at me out of the corner of my eye a few times.

A soft voice came over the intercom stating the landing might be a little bumpy from turbulence caused by low pressure front and rain near the airport. The engines changed pitch and I got a sudden sinking feeling and new we were losing altitude.

"Are you okay?" Erin asked.

"I'm good, just got that sudden weightless feel, like when you top out on a rollercoaster and it just begins to drop."

Erin smiled and reached out her hand to me. "You can hold my hand if you're scared."

I looked at her and the light hit her face just so. "What if I'm not scared? Can I still hold it."

Her eyes opened just a little wider and her cheeks reddened as I took her hand in mine.

The plane made a few turns one of which caused it to shake a little as we descended. There was a humming I assumed was landing gear coming down. There was another shudder and I wasn't sure if I gripped her hand or if she gripped mine just a little tighter. We dropped down from the low clouds and I could see the gridwork of the city below us as it we descended.

"I sure hope there's an airport in front of us or we're going to end up in a Denny's near a strip mall by the looks of it." I laughed.

"Maybe they can get the cars out of the way in time, and we'll get pancakes." Erin joked.

The scenery raced by and the landscape turned into larger buildings I assumed were hangars and the plane dropped and jostled as the wheels touched down, the nose came down suddenly and the engines pitched as they reversed quickly. We slowed and turned towards one of the buildings moving along the taxiway, lights blinking all over the grounds.

"Welcome to Teterboro, New Jersey. The local time is five thirty-eight in the morning. We'll have you at the hangar in a moment." Said the disembodied voice of the pilot. Erin's fingers slipped from mine and she unbuckled and stood holding herself against the sway and stepped forward.

"You stay in your seat." She commanded.

The view of a ground crew guy with flashlights directing the pilot where to stop. Erin started tapping what looked like a security code into the wall and a door opened. She pulled out a case with a red cross on it and set it near the door. The plane stopped with a slight jostle and she walked past me towards the rear. I could hear bumps from outside the plane and engines wound down. Erin appeared wearing an overcoat and leading with my guitar and bag and made another trip and came back with a small wheeled case. She opened the door leaning out to swing it fully open then lowered the steps. A cold damp blast of air entered the cabin and I understood why she grabbed her coat. She handed the bags out to someone and looked back at me.

"Well come on. Our chariot awaits."

"I thought this was our chariot. We chased the dawn with it."

Her smile brightened. "Listen, you're the one that got me thinking about pancakes, so move it."

I laughed and shrugged my leather jacket on and zipped it. She stepped down to the tarmac and turned waiting for me. A black SUV had pulled up along side the aircraft and a guy in a suit stood by the open back door.

"Damn, have I made it big enough to get this kind of treatment?"

"Well you're pretty popular in LA. You're playing the best clubs, you're on the radio, so I'd say you're on your way."

"Come on, let's get you some pancakes." I held out my arm and she took it surprising me. She climbed into the back and slid across the seat and I joined her. She pulled down the seatbelt and looked over at me.

"Buckle up buttercup. If you thought LA traffic was crazy you're in for a real treat."

I laughed and pulled the seatbelt in place. "You can't help yourself can you? You're going to keep me safe if we're in the air or not."

"Habits are hard to break."

Half an hour later we were slowing down in front of the hotel, flags fluttering in the cool breeze. We pulled up and Erin was out the door in a flash.

"Eager?"

"Hey this is no airport Holiday Inn. I'm going to take advantage of it while I can." She spoke to the driver and he nodded. The bags were on a trolley and we followed the bellhop into the lobby. To say I was impressed was an understatement. The whole place dripped gold-plated opulence and looked far more old-world than I was used to from LA.

"Did you get taller?"

Erin laughed. "Old habit, flats on the plane, heels to and from. It used to be the dress code." She headed to the desk while I gawked like a tourist.

"Come on Adam." We followed the baggage to the elevator and were whisked up a lot of floors.

"Seventeenth floor. I'm going to get a nosebleed."

"An hour ago you were at thirty-five thousand feet. I think you'll be okay."

He set all the bags down and Erin handed him a tip.

"Sorry, I should have gotten that."

"It's expensed, not to worry. This isn't my first rodeo. You are in the master suite, I'm this way in the servant's quarters." She hiked a thumb over her shoulder. She tugged her luggage behind her and disappeared into the other room as I looked around. I'd seen some nice hotel rooms around LA but this was next level. I felt like I was in a palace. I grabbed my bag and guitar and went into the bedroom. Erin must not have closed her bedroom door because I could hear water running and thought a shower would be a terrific idea. Assuming it could take a few minutes I decided to call for room service and ordered the continental breakfast for two, making sure there were pancakes for Erin.

I hopped into the shower myself and rinsed off quickly hoping to get out before breakfast arrived. I tossed on a tee and some shorts and grabbed the robe before exiting to find Erin letting the room service guy in.

"I could kiss you for remembering this before you jumped in the shower." She said to me.

"Don't let me stop you." I grinned.

She rolled her eyes and signed the tab sending the guy on his way.

"I ordered decaf coffee, hope that's okay."

"Caffeine has little effect on me at this point. When it's time for me to sleep I conk out pretty fast. Aww, you remembered the pancakes." She grinned as she lifted the cover.

"Well I didn't want to tease you then not come through." We dug into breakfast and did a number on the plates. I stopped after the one coffee just so I could sleep.

Erin had been losing a battle with her robe to keep her crossed leg covered and she leaned forward to set her plate down and pick up her coffee cup only to flash a little more skin than she probably intended. I felt myself start to rise to the occasion. I had to think fast before I ended up with a tent in my lap.

"So, um did you get hold of the people at the office to let them know we're here?"

"Oh shit!" She jumped up and disappeared into her room. "You wooed me with fluffy pancakes and real maple syrup, I forgot."

I heard a mumbled conversation.

"Okay. Will do, thanks." She said as she entered the room. She punched in something and set her phone down.

"You are to get some sleep. The driver will be back to pick you up at three for a four o'clock soundcheck."

"Any idea who I'm playing for, or where?"

"No, that's all been pretty hush hush for some reason." She shrugged.

"I shouldn't have had that nap on the plane." I looked out over the tree tops of Central Park below.

"Not sleepy?"

Erin's expression changed subtly. She reached down and ran her fingertip through the syrup left on her plate and brought it to her lips rubbing them with it. She stood and came around the table and sat across my lap. She leaned in and kissed me. My arms slipped around her hips holding her in place as I tasted the sweet, smoky, taste of her lips.

"I did say I could kiss you for that. I didn't want to tease you then not come through."

"You've had my rapt attention since you leaned forward and picked up your coffee showing me that the only thing you put on after your shower was this robe." I lifted the tail end of the belt and let it drop.

Erin stood up and held out her hand for mine and pulled me up. "Come with me. I have a sure fire way to make you sleepy again. Besides I want to see these Superman pajamas of yours."

"Spiderman." I corrected.

Erin just laughed and tossed the aptly named throw pillows onto the side chair and pulled the covers back on the bed before turning to me. She reached her hand into her pocket and pulled out a couple condom packets and dropped them on the nightstand before reaching for the sash.

"May I?" I reached it before she did, and her grin only broadened. I slipped the knot and pulled the robe open. She had an hourglass figure without a single tan line. I looked up grinning like an idiot as I slipped my hands around her waist and kissed those sweet smoky lips again.

Erin reached for my robe and untied it. "This isn't what I was promised Adam." She pushed the robe off my shoulders and reached for the old concert tee and started pushing it up. I helped her by removing it. She shrugged the robe off letting it fall and reached for the waistband slipping her hand beneath it feeling her way around. "This might just make up for it though."

I crushed her lips with mine and her hands came up around my neck. I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her onto the bed causing her to let out a little yelp.

"Still so eager." She laughed.

I climbed in next to her and she reached for my now freed cock wrapping her hand around it giving it a few strokes as I rolled her back and kissed her like I'd dreamed about. She pushed me off and slid over me kissing me, her lips moving their way down my chest. She sucked on my nipple and I felt my cock jerk in her hand.

"Like that do you?" She proceeded to cross to the other and do it again. She continued lower down my torso and I knew what was coming, but I hoped it wouldn't be too soon. Her lips touched the tip of my cock and I had to do all I could not to explode. "Look at me." She said firmly. "Is this what you were dreaming about?" She took the tip in her mouth, her tongue swirled around it getting me good and wet. She took more of me in her mouth and her eyes locked onto mine as she eventually got all of me.

"Oh fuck." I whispered.

She pulled up. "Would you rather just do that?" She stroked my cock with one hand while the thumb of her other hand stayed pressed against the base.

I shook my head. "No, please... keep going."

She did. Her mouth was like heaven on me and I knew I was about to cum and she stopped. She straddled my thighs and rubbed up against her. "Did you dream of fucking me Adam?"

I shook my head but she gave me that disbelieving look.

"Yes, from the moment I saw you in the doorway of the jet."

"Good, I didn't want to think I was losing my touch." She leaned forward, her breasts dangling near my face and I reached up and licked her hard nipple. She sat back putting the packet to her teeth to open it and slid the condom down my length before leaning forward again. I took the other nipple in my mouth and she began sliding down my cock.

"Jesus!" I moaned.

"Damn! That feels good." She settled down wiggling until I couldn't get any further into her. She kissed me. "Nothing quite like a dream fulfilled, huh?" She began rocking on top of me. I took her by the hips helping her.

"Nothing quite like it." I gasped as I took her mouth again.

"I had the same dream about you after your show." She gasped.

I rolled her over onto her back and entered her again. I was lasting far longer than I expected to as she pinched her nipples and offered them to me. She started talking dirty in my ear as I kissed her neck. I was driving into her so hard I thought I was hurting her but I couldn't stop. I felt her nails dig into my ass as I passed the point of no return. Erin moaned and shuddered beneath me as I buried myself in her releasing every last bit of energy I had.

I opened my eyes to Erin with a pretty little smile looking up at me. She arched her back like a cat beneath me and reached up taking handfuls of my hair and dragging me down to her kiss.

"Tired now?" She whispered in my ear as I kissed my way down her neck.

"I'm not sure if I'm tired or just weak after that." I chuckled.

"Clean up and get your ass back here, I haven't had a good cuddle in what feels like ages."

When I walked back into the room the drapes had been drawn tight and there was only the side lamp on. Erin was laying on her side, eyes barely open. She smiled when she saw me and pushed the blankets off inviting me into my own bed. Seeing her laying there naked I glanced at the other condom.

"Uh uh, sleep first." She giggled and patted the mattress. "Turn off the lamp." She added as I climbed in beside her. I got comfortable and Erin curled into me dragging my arm over her tucking it up under her chin. She laughed and wiggled her ass. "Go to sleep."

"I'm trying, but he's got other ideas."

"Tell him I'll entertain them later."

I jumped at the sound of the phone ringing loudly. Erin was face down on her side of the bed, her face turned towards me for a moment before she buried her face in the pillow with a groan.

"That thing is louder than a school bell." I reached over her and lifted the handset to hear a recording saying that this was my wake up call.

"I turned it up so we wouldn't sleep through it." She mumbled.

"Good idea. I think. Why so early though? I'm not getting picked up for two hours yet." I fell back on the pillow.

"I thought you might want something to eat before you left."

"The only thing I want to eat right now is you."

Erin giggled and rolled up onto her side and tugged the blanket off both of us. "If you see something you'd like by all means indulge yourself.

Even with mussed hair and sleepy-eyes she was beautiful and I was instantly voracious. I closed the gap between us quickly rolling her onto her back. She gave a little moan as I kissed her encouraging me all the more. I kissed my way down her body taking a pause to enjoy her chest and her stomach. Her hips flexed with what I hoped was urgent need and I made my way further down her body pushing her leg away, dabbing little flicks of my tongue on her smooth skin. I pulled her near leg around me and turned her body at an angle on the bed before dipping my head, tasting the heated flesh of her inner thigh. Her hips rose in frustration and I felt her fingers in my hair. I teased my way to her cleft and took a deep lick from the base of her lips to her clit.

She responded with a deep sigh. "There you go."

I wasn't so cocky as to think I was the best at this, but I was very attentive as her hands steered me and her hips responded to my tongue. When I noticed her breathing getting quicker I slipped two fingers into her and went after clit like I did her mouth only hours ago. Her legs closed on my ears and her hips rose as her body went stiff, and shivers ran through her. I lapped at her lips getting every drop I could. She relaxed onto the sheets like a deflated balloon.

She slid out from under me and rolled over reaching for the condom on the nightstand and handed it back over her shoulder to me before pulling the pillows together and pulled herself up onto her knees, legs spread. She was a work of art, and I just stared for a moment.

She sat up and looked over her shoulder at me curiously and gave me one of her thousand watt smiles. "Well? You stared at it enough yesterday, now it's right in front of you. What's it gonna be boy? Yes, or no?"

I smiled and peeled open the packet and donned the condom before lining up my cock and sliding into her slowly.

"Mmmm... yes it is." She said as she hugged the pillow. "Deep and hard baby."

I gave it to her like she asked, driving my cock into her until her entire body shook from the impact. I couldn't hold back and drove into her as deep as I could and felt my balls tighten, her fingers massaging every last drop out of them. I collapsed leaning over her, hands on her hips holding for dear life I leaned down and kissed the nape of her neck.

"Do I have go to the soundcheck?" I wondered aloud.

She rose slowly, turning her head. "Yes." Her tone was adamant.

"I'd rather stay here in bed with you." I kissed her shoulder.

"As much fun as that sounds, you've got to work. The label still has your strings and they make you dance when they want. Maybe one day you'll be able to dictate to them when you're feeling like dancing but it's not yet cowboy." Her hand came back and stroked my cheek as she turned to just catch a kiss on the corner of her mouth. "Now get off my ass, get in the shower, and we can grab a quick bite before the car gets here."

"Only if you join me."

"I'm going to use my bathroom, to keep you on task." She laughed, climbed out of bed and headed out the door.

She was right. If I got her in that huge shower, water cascading over those curves, I wouldn't leave until the entire hotel was out of hot water. I shook my head to clear it of the vision and went and cleaned up.

Twenty minutes later I was in the living room deciding if I was really hungry and I heard Erin bumping around.

"Do you want something from room service?" I called out.

"No I have a better idea." She came out of her room her head tilted to the side as she put in an earring. I stood there staring. She wore a pair of tight jeans with several tears in the legs, a light sweater with a deep V front, and a leather jacket all perched on a pair of sneakers. She looked amazing.

She looked at me a moment and a little smile lifted the corner of her mouth. "That's not on the menu. Until later." She winked and grabbed her bag checking for her key and wallet.

"Come on slowpoke. We only have about an hour."

She walked us to the Carnegie Deli a few blocks away where we had lunch, sharing tales of our lives. I got the feeling there was a lot more to this woman than I was learning and I wanted to know more, all of it in fact.

"Isn't this all a little out of your job description? Expensing lunch for the talent, personal assistant..." I waved my hand.

"It's all part of the perks. You think I should stick to mixing drinks and handing out packets of pretzels on a jet?" She pointed up.

"No, no, no. Sorry, don't get me wrong. It just seems like a lot extra. I hope you get paid well."

She just smiled, and I'd have given anything to know what she was thinking.

We turned towards the front of the hotel and she reached into her bag for her phone and answered the purring ring tone.

"Yeah, we're ready." She turned to me. "You want to go up and grab your guitar? The car is here." She pointed at one of the limos in front of the hotel.

"Sure, give me a couple minutes."

I got back about ten minutes later.

"You're slower than a woman." Erin teased.

"Blame the elevators." I said as the driver took my guitar and put away and we got in.

Erin placed a call on her cell.

"Yeah, we're on our way. He's fine, rested, fed, ready to go." She paused and laughed. "I'll tell him." Her hand stroked my leg and I wondered who she was talking to, when she was off the call I asked.

"The east coast office." She brushed off the question. She turned to look out the window and I did the same. I saw signs pointing us towards Long Island. We made our way through small towns and suddenly we were turning into a long driveway to an estate. We pulled up and stopped and Erin jumped out before the driver could open her door. She poked her head back in waving me out.

The driver came around with my guitar and handed it to me with a nod. I looked up at the mansion and wondered who in hell lived here. I looked around and noted a parking area off to the side filled with nice cars.

"Who lives here?" I was getting suspicious that Erin knew a lot more than she was letting on.

"Come on, you need to get to the sound check." She tugged my elbow. We got to the door and it opened just as we got to it.

"Erin, it's so good to see you again." An older guy held his arms out and she stepped into him giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Hi! This is Adam Rockwell." She'd turned but he still had his arm around her and I felt a pang of jealousy.

"Hello." I said taking his hand giving it a shake.

"Adam, this is Bill Chapman, head of the label's east coast office."

"Welcome. I hope you found the flight and accommodations satisfactory."

"Private jet, suite at the Plaza, hard to beat." I smiled as he ushered me into the entryway. "So this private gig was for you?"

"Yes. I wanted some folks here to hear you in person so I figured what better way than to do that then bring you out and invite them too. Let me show you to the sound stage."

We made our way down a few hallways and I felt like we were leaving the main home and out into an extension where he opened a door into a large home theater room with a stage. There were a few guys on stage, the lights in the room were down and a few people were lounging around. Bill started introducing me around to the session guys, a drummer, bassist, another guitarist, and a keyboard player. There was a stool in the front with a microphone stand in front of it.

"Go ahead and get set up, warm up. There's a fridge over there against the wall with drinks if you need one. I'm hoping we'll get started in an hour or so if that's okay with you?"

"Certainly Mr. Chapman."

"Bill, please."

"Habit, sorry." I smiled.

He turned to leave and Erin followed him giving me a little wave and a wink as she left. I unpacked my guitar and tossed the strap over my head and got down to work. We ran through several covers to see how well we worked together and I got mad respect quickly for how good these guys were. The keyboardist stepped off the stage and sat in the front row and listened to one of the covers and came back tweaking the sound a little. I asked if anyone knew one of my singles and they nodded. I started and they fell in like my guys in LA without missing a beat.

The other guitarist stopped us and switched to a mandolin and told us to take it from the top accompanying me and the sound changed so slightly to the song and I liked it.

"I would have never thought to add a mandolin." I said after we finished.

He just smiled as if doing this was an every day occurrence for him.

We'd just been dubbing around and jamming on different songs for a while when the door opened and Bill poked his head in.

"How are you guys doing? Are you ready?"

I looked at the other guys and we all nodded.

"Looks like we're ready." I said.

"Great I'll let everyone know."

A few minutes later the door opened and Bill adjusted the lighting a little, raising the lights facing the stage blinding me momentarily. People filed in with drinks in hand and took seats, I saw one that was distinctly Erin who took a seat in the back. I tried to get a look at some of the others but the lights were just bright enough I couldn't make them out.

Bill stepped up in front of the stage facing the audience of maybe a dozen people and introduced me as a new act making a name for himself in the LA club scene and local radio.

"Adam Rockwell." He turned and waved to me and took a seat in the front row.

The drummer tapped out a beat with his sticks and we started with my current hit and segued into more of my current set list. There wasn't any applause between songs and I found that a little strange after playing clubs. After the short set. There was applause and Bill stepped forward.

"I heard you do a hell of a cover of Clapton's unplugged version of Running On Faith. Would you play that for us please?"

"Sure." I smiled and pulled the stool up and adjusted the mic.

I started the intro chord and the band picked up as if we'd rehearsed it.

When I finished the room erupted in applause. I turned to the keyboard player and tossed him a song title and he nodded. He began the intro to Bob Seger's Roll Me Away and got into it. The band joined in and I was so impressed with these guys, they killed it as I sang my heart out.

Once more the audience broke into applause. I saw Bill stand and walk towards me still clapping.

"Thank you so much, all of you. Adam you're terrific. I think I've made you sing enough for your supper. When you're all ready let me buy you a drink."

The audience filed out but the lights were still low and the realization that I'd just auditioned for something hit me like a blow.

I turned to the band. "You guys know who it was we were playing for?"

The keyboardist walked around his setup and patted me on the shoulder with a smile. I shrugged and left my guitar there and walked toward the door. Erin was standing just beyond leaning against the wall grinning. She looked aside before wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me deeply.

"I knew you would wow them."

"Who exactly did I wow? I mean it's not like I know anyone here. It feels like I just auditioned for something and nobody is telling me what."

"Don't freak when you meet them."

"And who is Bill? He seems pretty familiar with you."

Erin turned, giving me a shocked look which changed into a heart melting smile. "Are you jealous?"

I shrugged as she tugged me along by the hand to a large living room area where the crowd had moved to after the show. The lights weren't low here and I could make out faces, though only one stood out. A short, older gentleman who had the attention of several of the attendees. I tugged Erin to a stop.

"Holy shit did I just play for him?" I whispered in here ear.

Erin just grinned and nodded as she made a path to him to introduce me to Paul Simon. I was in awe and could barely respond when he spoke to me. I felt like I was tongue-tied as he complimented me on my work. I had no idea why I was called in to play for him of all of the people. He should have been the one playing and singing with such an incredible career as he's had.

"Thank you so much. I'm going to introduce him around." Erin said as she looped her arm in mine. I too thanked him for all the kind remarks before letting me be pulled away. We made several stops among chatting people and I pressed the flesh with them all, barely remembering who I was speaking to from one group to the next. Record executives, publicists, a concert promoter, it was all a whirlwind before Bill made an announcement that dinner was ready if we would all make our way to the dining room. The room centered around a long dining table and chairs, all elegantly set for a formal dinner, and I felt out of place wearing jeans and a button down. We walked around the table and I noticed place cards with peoples names on them. When we got near the head of the table I saw my name in neat script, and next to me was one that said Erin Chapman. She pulled out the high back chair and I took it for her and settled her in place before taking my own.

I leaned over and whispered in here ear. "Lucy, you got some esplainin' to dooo." In my best Ricky Ricardo voice. Erin just chuckled, her cheeks flushed pink. We had a wonderful dinner with mostly small talk among various neighbors.

After dessert and coffee Bill got everybody's attention and thanked them all for coming to hear me play and thanked me for indulging them on short notice.

"You're likely going to get a call from your manager about the details but the point of all this was to see if you were ready to bring up. Paul is sponsoring a lot of new musicians to join a traveling music festival next year. We're going to push your record out over this fall and winter and get you some national air play ahead of naming you as one of the acts for the tour."

I felt my heart stop for a second. "Are you serious?" The record company had me locked into a contract already but this was huge.

"Do yourself a favor. Try to remain apart from the industry glamour. You have a great raw sound. Don't let some glam producer try to turn your music into nothing but pop hooks, sequins, and flashing lights." Paul added and I turned looking behind him. Bill stood up and walked to a sideboard and got something and handed it to Paul who then handed it to me.

"I have them made for me. If you need another the printers information is in there. My advice is you keep it with you, and write down everything you think about, every chord, every riff. It may not make sense right away, or it may inspire something else later on."

I opened the leatherbound notebook with alternating pages of manuscript pages for music mixed with blank pages.

"Thank you." I was blown away by not only the gift, but the advice.

When the party began to break up Bill pulled Erin and I aside.

"Erin really pushed hard to get me to listen to your work. Don't forget to thank her, she was instrumental to getting you involved in this endeavor." He smirked at his double-entendre. "I wasn't sure considering you were still just in the beginning of your recording career, but I'm convinced. Paul thinks you've got great potential and as you can imagine his word goes a long way, not just in the industry, but with me. Keep writing great music."

Just then Erin reappeared. "How are you two related?"

Erin bit her lower lip to hide the smile. "Uncle Bill is my dad's youngest brother. My dad is a session musician, engineer, and producer for the company in LA. Bill here was the business major of the family.

"Despite being able to bang out some covers on a piano I wasn't the musical prodigy my brother was but he got me a job with the label out of college. After more than two decades I'm kind of a big deal there now." He laughed.

"Yeah, mister vice president." Erin rolled her eyes at him.

"So the whole flight attendant thing?" I looked at Erin.

She tilted her head. "All true. The part I left out was that it was Uncle Bill here that was the record executive on that flight to Cleveland for the Hall of Fame inductee ceremony. I met Carly Simon." She grinned. "Everyone thought Bill had picked up some shiny young groupie at a club and brought her along, but it was just me." She laughed.

"I'll have to cut her a producer fee for this though. She may be changing careers again if she keeps it up. We've set up a meeting with your manager here in New York on Tuesday morning, so that gives you a day off tomorrow."

"I can show you the sights." Erin lit up. "If you want to."

I wanted to do anything I could to spend time with this angel, and most of them involved not leaving the hotel room.

"That would be great." I said beaming back at her.