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Quickly she strode through the hallway, lest someone might recognize her and spoil all her plans. Upon reaching the door she slipped in silently. Making sure the room was unoccupied, she then allowed herself a small giggle. Now all she had to do was wait. She soon determined which room of the suite was his when she found his clothes tossed about. Only he would have dayglo orange parachute pants, she chuckled to herself. Tossing her bags aside she flopped on the bed, propped her feet up on the pillows and cracked open a book. She knew it could be anywhere between fifteen minutes to several hours before they finnished and returned to the hotel. So, she waited for him like a good wife should. After the long flight she found herself sleepy and gave into the dozing that overtook her while reading. Comfortably laying on her back, feet towards the head and her long red hair spilling over the edge of the foot of the bed, she lazily snoozed.
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It had been a very long day and there was nothing more he wanted than a long hot shower, call Moirah, and sleep till the cows came home. Isaac had mentioned plans to meet his girlfriend for dinner straight after the studio. Taylor had wanted to finnish up some mixing on a track that had been plaguing him. He waved both brothers off to do as they wanted. He was willing to stay a half hour or more later. That was fine by Zac, he was wiped out. True he laid down some heavy tracks today, some of his best, but his whole body ached with the efforts he had put forth. He climbed into his rented pickup and headed to the hotel for some much deserved rest. He only hopped Moirah was back from her bussiness trip. Since when did art become a bussiness? But he could not deny his wife was in demand. She was scathingly good when it came to sculpture, and he knew all too well what her amazing hands could do. That thought made him ache with want of her. A phone call would not be the same as making love to his wife, but often between his job and hers, it was all they had. Maybe it was time for a break. He needed more time with her, after all, just recently they had been talking about starting a family. Why not now? He was nineteen damnit, he wasn't going to live forever, and he had been plugging away, carving out a niche in the music world since he was six! It was high time he took some time for himself, spend it with his wife. He was determined not to end up like Taylor. He loved his brother fiercely, but just couldn't understand why he let his work over-ride his whole life. For God sakes the man was still a virgin! That Zac could not understand at all. Was there something he wasn't telling them? Nah, he had had plenty of women in his life, just none of them seriously enough to give it up to... at least that was what Zac was hopping. He pulled into the parking garage and headed up to the shared suite. Two weeks in this cold sterile environment was more than enough for him. He longed for home, his wife by his side in the dark of night. Oh how he missed her. Dragging himself into the elevator he mentally slapped himself to try to stay awake. His only driving force was enticements of once again hearing Moirah's sweet voice on the other end of that phone call. For that alone he would crawl over broken glass. With all his heart, he loved her, and forever would.
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Nearly groaning audibly he lumbered down the hallway. Letting himself into the suite he threw his keys on the table. Kicking off his sneakers and peeling off his socks he then headed to his room as he stripped from his sweaty, smelly teeshirt. As he undid his pants he pushed open his door and nearly fell to his knees. The most beautiful sight in the world lay before his tired eyes, he thought for sure it must be a dream, then he heard her sigh in her sleep. It was her, it really was her. He lost control of himself. He couldn't get out of his clothes fast enough. He literaly growled her name as he crawled ontop of her. She woke with a languid stretch of her taught body, arching her back and raising her hands above her head. He attacked her mouth without mercy. Hungrily he kissed her like a dying man. She smiled against his sinfully delicious lips. This was exactly the reception she had been expecting. Anything less and she would have thought something wrong with her husband. He was an animal when it came to making love. And when they hadn't seen each other for a while, he was worse, ten times worse, but it made for a fantastic time in bed. She wrapped her arms about his thick neck as he nibbled on hers. His hands roughly passed over her body and made her moan in pleasure. He could hold back his lust for her no more, he ripped apart her blouse scattering tiny buttons to hell and beyond. Popping open her front hook bra he ravaged her breasts with a severe tongue lashing as he pushed the ragged bits of cloth off her shoulders. She didn't bother with trying to take it off the rest of the way, unbuttoning the cuffs would only waste time so she left it draped over her elbows stretching across her back. He pushed her leather skirt out of his way. Bypassing her gartered stockings alltogether he tore the silky dark blue lace panties from her body, tossing them behind him. Her skirt kept sliding back down and getting in his way. He relented and yanked the zipper open before whisking it over her garter belt and down her long lean silky covered legs. He burried his face between her hips to taste her. His rough unshaved chin scrapping against her tender thighs heightened her anticipation. Sucking greedily at her clit he rammed his long meaty fingers in and out of her. She rolled her own nipples back and forth producing small wimpers of pleasure. He heard her pleas, she was just as horny as he was, she needed more. He knew exactly what she wanted.
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A few minutes after Zac had left, Isaac had called and told Tay to forget the extra track, he just may have come up with something to work it out. However, he was unwilling to come back to the studio for he and Elouise were on their way to dinner. Taylor gave in and packed up to head back to the hotel. Maybe there would be a good movie on to fall asleep to. He pulled out of the studio parking lot and headed his rented car towards the hotel. Frusterated and tired he inwardly berrated himself. Isaac was out with a wonderful woman he planned to marry next year, Zac was pinning for his wife. Wife, that was a hard one to get used to. Zac married before him. He was so young when they married. But even at eighteen he was mature beyond his years. They seemed really happy. He just wished both of his brothers wouldn't always talk about sex when they were together. They really didn't see how uncomfortable it made him. Sometimes he just wished he could get it over with. Find out what the big deal was. His morals played havoc with that theory. Even Isaac had waited until after he had asked Elouise to marry him. Was he bound to forever be the only brother alone? Hell even Mackie had a little girlfriend. How pathetic was his life? Ha! Some major heart-throb he was. He couldn't even get a date for the weekend. So sad, so very very sad. Sauntering down the hallway he was stopped by a bevy of beautiful blondes. He smiled politely as he signed autographs, took a few pictures and talked of the upcomming album and subsequent tour. He even relented and gave a few hugs. Normaly he would refuse, not feeling right about such an intimate sign of affection being shared witha stranger, but tonight, he felt like he could really use a hug. He mustered his manners and excused himself. They all offered their company. With a smile he refused, siting his wearyness. One buxom blonde beauty told him if he changed his mind, they were all sharing a suite two doors down, he was welcome to stop by anytime for anything. He thanked them with a confused smile and headed on his way. Without a word he let himself into the suite. Thinking Zac must be in the shower still and not retired to the bed yet, he would let him know of Ikes plan for the vexing track. Not a hesitation passed him as he strolled to his brothers door and flung it open. He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes bulging and tongue lolling as his jaw scrapped against the carpet.
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Zac left his place nestled between her thighs and loomed over her. She met his hungry eyes and spread her legs apart further for him. On his knees now he reached for her. Holding himself up with one huge arm he wrapped the other around her tiny waist, dragging her hips to meet his. He thrust into her with animalistic savegry. She arched her back at the overpowering sensation of him. Not wasting an oppurtunity he grasped a nipple in his supple lips to suckle for her pleasure and his. One hand tangled in her long curly fire red hair she clung onto the bed for dear life, the other kneeding his bicep. Still holding himself up above her with one arm, the other held her hips high off the bed as he reamed her powerfully again and again. Mid stroke they both were broken from their sexual trance at the slight gasp from the direction of the door. There stood Taylor, mouth agape, nearly drooling, eyes bulging. She bit her lip in attempt to stifle her laugh at the sight of him. Zac glared at him, a low rumble emanating from his broad chest. Shaking his head, Taylor came to his senses and retreated, closing the door firmly behind him. She let loose her pent up laugh, attracting her husbands attention once more. His blazing eyes left the now closed door and alighted on her. He grinned at her, shrugged and nuzzled into her neck as he resumed a more leasurily paced stroke.
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Physically shaking, Taylor sat on the expansive couch in the suites sitting room. His mind going a million miles a minute he could not let go the vision that was just burned into his brain. Never in his life had he seen such an erotic scene. And he had watched his fair share and thensome of porn. Maybe it was the surprize of it. Perhaps it was the frame of mind he was in when he stumbled in there. Or could it be the fact that there were unmistakable sounds of a sexual encounter still comming from Zac's room? Damn that was hot! It actually got him hot. A lot of good that would do him. Or could it? Sick of being the odd man out, tired of going to bed alone and horny, fed up with waiting for the right woman. His resolve hardened along with his cock. Kicking off his shoes and stripping his shirt, he tucked his keys into his pocket and headed out the door.
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He knocked on the door and was quickly greeted by a wide smiling blonde beauty. He stepped into the room to find half a dozen just like her. His moist pink lips curled up in a sly grin. He rubbed his palms together and looked around to each one... "Who's first?"
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Such an unassuming little town. He was skepticle whether or not if the information he recieved was worth going through all the hassle of finding the place. He turned onto the street marked 'fourth' that his directions had indicated. There was certainly some sort of activity from a large brick building. Pulling into the parking lot adjacent from the seeming hub-bub he shut off the engine and immediately recognized the thump of a dance club. Maybe he was going to have some luck after all, he smiled to himself. Pulling his long lean body from the car he stretched. He was definately in the mood for some action. Pocketing his keys after locking the doors, he sauntered across the street. When he approached the door he was met with a large informitable looking hulk of a man who stood even taller than he did. A warm smile and knowing nod greeted him, sometimes celebrity had its advantages. He slipped through the crowded entrance easily on his mission of the night. Easily enough he found the bar and ordered a brew from the voluptous brunette in attendance. He gave her a wink and moseyed towards the booths. For now he only wanted to sit and scope out the wares on display for the evening. He slid into a darkened booth in a corner and eyed all the pretty candy. His face not registering anything but idle curiosity he was grateful for the floor length table cloth that hid his now stiffening cock. Nursing his beer his eyes cruised the dancefloor filled with beauties. Each one more enticing than the next, his eyes darted around from face to body to face. His mood growing, he polished off his bottle in one last gulp. Flagging down a waitress he ordered another as his eyes passed hungrily over her body. It did not go un-noticed by her and she was thrilled to have been blantantly checked out by such a man as he. She turned from him with a curvy gait and headed to the bar to fetch his order. He watched her with crystal blue eyes of intensity. She leaned over the bar and spoke to the bartender. The dark haired beauty shot him a glance as the blonde waitress whispered in her ear. Visions of the both of their faces looking up to him from his lap invaded his brain. Heated blood pumped to his groin and he shifted to relieve some of the pressure in his jeans. He hadn't even danced with anyone yet and he was in need. He decided he needed to try to get his mind off his pecker for a while so he could let it soften enough to get out on the dancefloor or he would end up sitting there with a hardon all night and never get relief.
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Darla spoke in her ear and she shot the beautiful man a quick look. It seemed he was in need of more than just a beer. She nodded to Darla and handed her his requested rolling rock. She caught the attention of George and indicated she would return shortly, he nodded and took over in her stead. Entering the back room she took the time to remove her apron for a moment and hung it on a nearby nail. Sifting her hands through her hair, she headed up the spiral stair in the corner. When she reached the top she smiled warmly at Andrew who sat stoicly in the hall to keep the peace. He returned the gesture and went back to his newspaper. She knocked lightly on the lavender painted door. Momentarily she was greeted by the worn face of Mae. Maes eyes lit and a grin peeled back her painted lips. She granted the girl entrance with a sweep of her arm. Nodding her thanks she entered and headed straight for the room she knew Celeste would be in. Sure enough she was there with her nose stuck in a textbook. She cleared her throat to gain the womans attention. Celeste raised her head and peered at her over the rim of her glasses. Sighing lightly she closed the book and removed her glasses. "Trust me, this one you would do for free." Celeste looked at her with a sideways glance. This had better be good. She did not enjoy it but it was paying her tuition after all. It wasn't always so bad, Beverly seemed to be able to pick out the rich ones who weren't an eyesore. For that she was grateful. She pulled her lean body from the chair and followed Beverly out of the little room. Celeste stopped by Maes bedroom door and gained a nod of approval to her appearance. She touched up her lipstick and fluffed her hair with her fingertips in the mirror by Maes door. One last glance toward Mae and she was off to earn her living.
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He sat sipping from the bottle infront of him. Trying to divert his attention and let his hardon ease he watched the band for a while. From the corner of his eye he caught sight of the bouncy brunette returning to her post behind the bar. As she tied on her apron again another body slid from the backroom behind her. That was a body that gained his full attention. His head swiveled and his jaw nearly fell to the table at the sight of her. All attempts to lessen the pressure in his jeans forgotten he openly stared. She was easily the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Exotic looking, an air of sexiness exuded from her as she gracefuly glided to the open dance floor. Her body swayed in time to the thumping beat and hypnotized him. As he was gathering his senses to approach her, hardon or not, she turned her gaze and surveyed him. A smile curled her crimson lips and she breezed toward him. His breath caught in his throat as she stood before him. "Buy me a drink?" Her voice sultry and enticing. He dumbly nodded. She offered him a warm smile as she slid into the dark booth beside him. He watched her lean body stretch and bend when she sat. Pushing her breasts toward him she moved in closer to him and leaned to his ear. A moist whisper stroked the side of his face as she spoke. "Thank you." Again he could only nod. The pretty little blonde waitress appeared from out of nowhere. He could not take his eyes from the goddess next to him long enough to even order for her. "The usual Darla." Spoke his goddess, then she turned her attention back to him laying a hand on his thigh. His body stiffened beneath her touch. A goofy grin broke out on his face. He couldn't help himself, it felt like christmas. "So what's your name sugar?" She looked him in the eye with a steady gaze. "Uh... T.. Tay.. Taylor." He watched her hand run a path up his thigh. This was a bit more than he had hoped for. "Well Taylor, I'm Celeste." She leaned closer to him pressing her lips to his throat. He moaned with the deliciousness of it. Giving in to her advances he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her body nearer to his. She licked and kissed her way to his lips. He tasted her with urgency. She tasted like white chocolate. Her hand found his zipper and she pressed her palm to him. A groan of want rumbled from him. The waitress went un-noticed as she placed a drink on the table and left. He offered the goddess his tongue and she accepted it readily. She licked his lips as she loosened the button on his jeans. He sucked her tongue as she slid the zipper down. He sucked on her neck when her hand pushed into his briefs. "Shit..." he moaned into her shoulder. She stroked him slowly with a tight fist. His hands ran up her blouse and found unrestrained breasts. She spread the drops of precum along his length as he rolled her nipples between his forfingers and thumbs.
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As Celeste slid from the bench of the booth to beneath the table she thought to herself that Beverly had been right. He was someone she would have done for free. He was gorgeous, sexy, and delicious. He watched her in awe as she parted his knees and knelt between them. Gripping the table lest he should pass out from the thrill of it, he readied himself for her. Wrapping a warm hand around his stiff cock she tickled his balls with her tongue. He stifled a moan, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention before she had finnished. As she continued to stroke him she lapped the length of him. His flesh hot and sweet tasting. Probing his slit for more sweetness her thumb rubbed up and down over the underside of his tip. He had all he could do not to cum. She popped the tip into her mouth and sucked it like a lollypop. Unable to control himself any longer he lay a hand on the back of her head to urge her to take the whole of him. Quickly she complied, this time he could not hold back the voiced pleasure. The throbbing music swallowed up his indiscretion and urged her pace to follow. He watched her short black hair sway in time to the beat as she bobbed her head up and down his pole. Under his hand her hair felt like strands of silk. He shuddered in pleasure when she would go down on him a bit deeper and her hair would brush against his thigh. When she did that her fingers would kneed the flesh of his inner thighs and he could feel the vibration of her own moans pass through the thick flesh of his penis. His senses were reeling. He could feel her tits pressed agains his balls. Her hands massaged his thighs. Her lips were tightly wrapped around his prick as she sucked greedily, hungrily searching for her prize. Warmth spread through him. His balls tightened and he knew what was comming as well as she did. She sucked harder and faster making his head spin and ache. In white hot flashes four long spurts of creamy sex splashed the back of her throat and she gobbled it up greedily. His head lolling on the back of the bench of the booth he barely even registered as she put him back in his jeans and did them back up. Wiping her mouth on the back of her hand she sat up some. Shoving his leg aside she climbed back to her previous seat. He looked to her with glazed eyes. She had a dribble of cum on the corner of her mouth. When she saw him looking to her mouth she realized why and licked her lips with an exagerated smack. Taking the napkin from her untouched drink she swiped at her lips. Bringing a lipstick and compact from her pocket she fixed her hair and reapplied her lipstick. After she replaced the items back in her pocket she took a meager sip of her drink. Turning to a spent and satiated Taylor she kissed him softly on the lips and left him in a daze. He watched her hips swing to and fro as she walked away from him and disappeared into the crowd on the dancefloor. As he was gathering his senses the pretty little blonde waitress appeared with a slight smirk. She spoke not a word and placed the check on the table as she gathered the nearly full mixed drink and the half full beer bottle. Tray held high she flounced off toward the bar. He shook his head and tried to wipe the grin from his lips as he reached simultainiously for his wallet and the check she had laid face down. He stopped in his movement when he saw the price of the evening. $200.00! His grin returned. She was worth every penny of it. He left three one hundred dollar bills on the table and replaced his wallet as he slid from the booth. Another wink tossed to the pretty bartender as he walked to the door. As he waited for a couple to pass through he leaned over and grasped the pretty blonde waitresses ass. She stood and turned to him with a grin as he let go. "Next time how bout you?" he questioned her with a smile. She met his eyes and nodded slightly. "Thank you and cum again to Le Club." She hinted. He softly laughed and thought to himself as he crossed the street. 'They really should change the name to Lay Club.'
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