talking about,” she started. “I’m Sadie from payroll. I’m sorry to bother you right after a show, but I had a quick question about last night’s gig.”
Simon eyed the woman standing before him, she was pinned up tight, her hair too neat to be a rock chick. Yeah, she was definitely a book girl. He wasn’t at the level of throwing her out yet if he wanted to get paid for everything, so he swallowed his rock star pride for a few minutes, and answered her quick question. Too bad she wasn’t the one Jimmy picked out. She had a slamming body, and if she loosened her hair, and threw off her glasses, he’d totally do her.
Sadie Mustang smiled at the playboy rock star and left the room. Good looking guy, it’s a shame she’s going to have to fuck him over. It’s not his fault – she just needed the money. Walking down the hallway, she tossed ideas around in her mind as she maneuvered around the warm bodies hoping for a chance to spend time with the star. Yep, he was going to make her a lot of money, she grinned.
**
Sadie Mustang wasn’t who she said she was, but if she went around using her true identity Julie Monroe, she just might get caught. It took a lot of careful planning to change her identity – and once she landed the gig on Simon Thrasher’s tour as payroll manager, she knew she was golden. If she nailed this last score, skimming off the top of the rising rock star’s tour, she could easily retire. He was going places, and her scam was in full swing.
It wasn’t easy to land the job, but with enough lies and tequila, a few romps in bed, she got the gig. Thankfully the guy who hired her was married, so it’s not like he was going to tell anyone how she got it. She was a master in the sack, and with a few planned extra moves, he was putty in her hands. Now that they were on the road, and the guy wasn’t in her face day to day, there weren’t a lot of people watching her run her numbers. She was trusted to do her job well, and that was a mistake. Nobody should trust Sadie Mustang, aka Julie Monroe, because she was a thief, and good at what she did.
Jimmy dropped off Sadie’s dinner as he made the rounds. Making small talk, she smiled, “Did you find a nice blonde for Simon?”
He laughed, “Yeah, a young, hot one, just like he likes them.”
“He thought you sent me when I stopped by earlier,” she mused.
“I don’t think you’re his type, no offense. He likes them slutty and younger.”
That last comment stung. She thought she pulled off thirty well, “Ah well, how will I ever survive.” Her sarcasm wasn’t lost on him, and with a grin Jimmy left to deliver the rest of the crew’s meals.
**
Simon’s dreams came true a little later than he’d expected, but music was his life. He’d hoped to have a record deal in his early twenties, but it wasn’t until his late twenties that one finally came through. An indie record label took a chance on him, and they scored him two big hits. With his third rising fast, both the indie label and his own star kept rising.
He was living the life, fucking more girls than he ever imagined, being blown nightly, and doing things to girls he only ever dreamed of. There was no way he was ever giving this crazy life up; he was having too much fun. Before he was famous, girls never let him do kinky stuff – but now he had free reign.
His star was rising, and everybody wanted a piece of him – and that guaranteed him a piece of ass nightly. His band saw just as much action – but he was the one that stood out head and shoulders above the others. His manager pulled together a band to back him, and each time he toured, he’d pull another group together so the guys didn’t get too comfortable or demand too much money. If he was going to keep Simon Thrasher rolling in the dough, he had to keep everyone else in check.
The tours started small with small venues, but the more hits he had, the bigger the ticket sales. With this third solid hit, they’d be
Simon eyed the woman standing before him, she was pinned up tight, her hair too neat to be a rock chick. Yeah, she was definitely a book girl. He wasn’t at the level of throwing her out yet if he wanted to get paid for everything, so he swallowed his rock star pride for a few minutes, and answered her quick question. Too bad she wasn’t the one Jimmy picked out. She had a slamming body, and if she loosened her hair, and threw off her glasses, he’d totally do her.
Sadie Mustang smiled at the playboy rock star and left the room. Good looking guy, it’s a shame she’s going to have to fuck him over. It’s not his fault – she just needed the money. Walking down the hallway, she tossed ideas around in her mind as she maneuvered around the warm bodies hoping for a chance to spend time with the star. Yep, he was going to make her a lot of money, she grinned.
**
Sadie Mustang wasn’t who she said she was, but if she went around using her true identity Julie Monroe, she just might get caught. It took a lot of careful planning to change her identity – and once she landed the gig on Simon Thrasher’s tour as payroll manager, she knew she was golden. If she nailed this last score, skimming off the top of the rising rock star’s tour, she could easily retire. He was going places, and her scam was in full swing.
It wasn’t easy to land the job, but with enough lies and tequila, a few romps in bed, she got the gig. Thankfully the guy who hired her was married, so it’s not like he was going to tell anyone how she got it. She was a master in the sack, and with a few planned extra moves, he was putty in her hands. Now that they were on the road, and the guy wasn’t in her face day to day, there weren’t a lot of people watching her run her numbers. She was trusted to do her job well, and that was a mistake. Nobody should trust Sadie Mustang, aka Julie Monroe, because she was a thief, and good at what she did.
Jimmy dropped off Sadie’s dinner as he made the rounds. Making small talk, she smiled, “Did you find a nice blonde for Simon?”
He laughed, “Yeah, a young, hot one, just like he likes them.”
“He thought you sent me when I stopped by earlier,” she mused.
“I don’t think you’re his type, no offense. He likes them slutty and younger.”
That last comment stung. She thought she pulled off thirty well, “Ah well, how will I ever survive.” Her sarcasm wasn’t lost on him, and with a grin Jimmy left to deliver the rest of the crew’s meals.
**
Simon’s dreams came true a little later than he’d expected, but music was his life. He’d hoped to have a record deal in his early twenties, but it wasn’t until his late twenties that one finally came through. An indie record label took a chance on him, and they scored him two big hits. With his third rising fast, both the indie label and his own star kept rising.
He was living the life, fucking more girls than he ever imagined, being blown nightly, and doing things to girls he only ever dreamed of. There was no way he was ever giving this crazy life up; he was having too much fun. Before he was famous, girls never let him do kinky stuff – but now he had free reign.
His star was rising, and everybody wanted a piece of him – and that guaranteed him a piece of ass nightly. His band saw just as much action – but he was the one that stood out head and shoulders above the others. His manager pulled together a band to back him, and each time he toured, he’d pull another group together so the guys didn’t get too comfortable or demand too much money. If he was going to keep Simon Thrasher rolling in the dough, he had to keep everyone else in check.
The tours started small with small venues, but the more hits he had, the bigger the ticket sales. With this third solid hit, they’d be
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