Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Bayleigh
I open my hotel room door and spot Max standing guard. “Have you seen my assistant?”
“No, ma’am.” He shakes his head, then resumes his stance.
I throw my hands up in frustration. Where could Kelly be?
It’s been forty minutes since she left to check on the band and she still hasn’t returned.
My nerves are on edge at just the thought of being near Chase again, let alone performing with him.
Being on stage together is such an intimate experience for musicians.
Performing at Monty’s had brought back countless memories and emotions from our past performances at school, shows, and events.
We were teenagers then, with big dreams of fame and stardom.
I never gave up on those ambitions, and now they’re at risk if I can’t make this work with Chase. My future depends on it.
Determined not to let this opportunity slip away because of a sick guitar player, I grab my hotel key and head out the door, Max following closely behind.
As we wait for the elevator, I can feel the weight of the situation resting heavily on my shoulders.
When the doors finally open, I step inside and press the button for the ground floor.
Thankfully, the hotel ballroom has been set up for rehearsals, so I don’t have to worry about finding my way to the venue.
Things like that are always Kelly’s responsibility; she takes care of all the details so I can focus on what I do best. As I step out of the elevator and into the foyer, I scan the room for any signs or landmarks that will lead me to the ballroom, where we need to be.
The floor is empty, but the sound of drums can be heard. I follow the sound until I reach a door. I open it and look inside. The passageway seems familiar. “I know my way from here,” I tell Max, who stays behind as I walk down the passage towards the drumbeat.
A slight movement catches my attention, and I pause to get a better look in the dim light.
Against a wall of stacked chairs, there is definitely some kind of activity happening.
Creeping closer, I can make out two figures—one sitting on a chair, the other astride them.
As they move in rhythm, I suddenly realize what is going on.
Kelly, with her long blonde hair flowing wildly, is naked above the waist and has her skirt hiked up around her hips and is riding the man beneath her with fervor.
It is a sight that both shocks and arouses me.
Unable to tear my eyes away, I watch as her smooth back arches and her perfect breasts bounce against the man’s face. A face that I recognize as Frankie’s.
My body floods with heat and desire. Moving into the shadows for a better view, I can’t help but feel excited by watching Kelly’s passionate display.
After all, we are all adults here—why not indulge in some harmless voyeurism?
As Frankie groans in pleasure and Kelly continues to ride him with abandon, I know this is a memory I will never forget.
Kelly grabs his face and presses her mouth against his as she slows, her bouncing to a gentle rocking motion. His hands reach around to massage her bottom, squeezing and separating her cheeks, giving me an unobstructed view of their joined bodies.
I bite my tongue and squeeze my legs together, trying to contain the urges that arise from watching Frankie move his finger towards Kelly’s tight brown asshole.
She lets out a cry of pleasure that reaches my ears, despite the loud music in the background.
I resist the temptation to touch myself, even though I really, really want to.
I inch closer, wanting a better view of Frankie’s finger as he slowly starts to dip it into Kelly’s asshole.
“Fuck yes!” Kelly tilts her hips, allowing his finger deeper access into her back passage. His middle finger is now two knuckles deep while his cock is fully enclosed inside her.
Feeling the wetness spreading in my underwear, I finally give in to my urge and lift up my skirt.
Crouching in the darkness, I use my fingers to pleasure my clit, the slick juices dripping down my thighs as I watch my assistant being taken by this man in every way imaginable.
With a finger in her ass, his cock in her pussy, and their tongues entwined in a passionate kiss, their movements become faster and more urgent until she jerks against him with a muffled cry.
Her face flushes red and her body goes limp from the intense fucking she has just received.
Frankie’s legs tremble as he finishes inside of her and removes his finger from her body, holding her close to him.
I bite down on my forearm as I bring myself to climax, my legs shaking and the rest of my body throbbing with pleasure.
After taking a moment to catch my breath, I fix my soaked panties and try to readjust myself.
The cool dampness against my sensitive area makes me squirm; I’ll be constantly reminded of this experience throughout the day.
After standing, I quietly slip back into the hallway.
Ensuring I don’t disturb the couple lost in their passion, I make my way towards the exit sign above the double doors.
The drums continue their rhythmic beat, and I place my palms against my warm cheeks to calm myself down.
I have work to do. Though how I am going to get those images out of my mind, I have no idea.