Part three: Best new act.
So far… Amber’s new job as a music industry PR has given her sex life fizz. First, she had sex with her boss-to-be, Will, before she had her job interview. Then she found herself indulging in girl-on-girl action in a club toilet with Daisy, a mysterious blonde who turned out to be the girlfriend of Dan, the lead singer of the band Amber’d just agreed to manage. Daisy promised to keep their encounter quiet – but will she? And what will happen to Amber if she doesn’t?
The alarm rang loudly, jolting Amber from her all-too-brief slumber. She groaned and reached blindly for the bottle of water she’d luckily put next to her bed the night before. Gulping down a few lukewarm mouthfuls, she felt her mouth rehydrating but this was rapidly followed by the realisation that her head was thumping to almost audible levels. Grudgingly, Amber dragged herself out of bed and headed for the bathroom. There was no way that she could be late for her second day at her new job, but it was going to take a miracle to hide her hangover.
Half an hour later, Amber was blessing the powers of Nurofen, Original Source Mint Shower Gel and Clarin’s Beauty Flash Balm. OK, it wasn’t the hottest she’d ever looked or felt, but at least she resembled a human being again. Pulling her favourite red dress over her head, to give her face some colour, and teaming it with a biker jacket, fishnets and heels, she was ready to face the day − with the promise of a double espresso from the coffee shop en route.
Big Deal
“How’s your head this morning?” asked Sally as soon as Amber walked through the door.
“It’s been better,” Amber said, furtively looking around to see whether Will had overheard.
“Don’t worry, he’s not in yet,” Sally said. “I won’t tell if you won’t − I’m not feeling too clever myself.” Amber noticed that Sally’s pallor wasn’t dissimilar to how her own had been earlier.
“What time did you leave?”
“Hmm. I wish I could remember. Got chatting to some blonde with the band − I think her name was Daisy. Do you remember her?”
“All too well,” thought Amber but she simply smiled and nodded.
“I’ve got a vague recollection, yes. Dan’s girlfriend?”
“That’s the one. She’s really lovely, although she’s a bit of a wild child. Kept making Dan buy us shots. I think she was on a mission.”
Again, Amber kept her thoughts on the subject of Daisy to herself.
“So, Little Miss Manager, are you going to stick to your word?”
Amber’s stomach flipped as she remembered her promise to manage Dan’s band, The Swerves.
“Oh fuck, yeah.Er, I dunno. What do you reckon?”
“I thought you were an idiot at the time but, actually, now I reckon it could be fun. In fact I was going to make you an offer.”
“Go on.”
“Well, the only way you make it in this industry is to make a band big, and Elijah’s not going to let me manage one for years. He lets me do all the hard talent-scouting work, then takes the credit for his ‘discoveries’. So, I was thinking – what if we co-managed them? You’ve got the PR and marketing stuff covered and I know all there is to know about contracts. I’ve typed enough of them up for Elijah over the years. Plus I know half the promoters − I could help arrange the bookings.”
It was a lifeline. Amber wouldn’t have to admit to Dan that she’d been drunk and made a promise she couldn’t deliver on, and Sally would be able to fill in on the stuff Amber was lacking.
“Deal.” She held out her hand and Sally accepted it.
“You can’t let anyone else know about this though,” said Amber’s co-conspirator furtively. “If Elijah finds out, we’ll both be for the chop, particularly after the band fucked off and left us in the lurch.”
Amber felt a rush of fear-induced adrenaline but decided, what the hell. Being a band manager sounded cool and sexy and, she had to admit, she was curious about the new adventures it could lead to.
Amber used her lunch hour to go to a cafe and call Dan so she could run the new plan past him. He’d obviously been waiting for her call as he picked up within two rings.
“Dan, it’s Amber.”
“Amber, babe, good to hear from you. What can I do you for?”
“Well, it’s about last night…”
“You’re not going to pull out on me are you, babe?”
“Hell, no. I was just wondering if you’d mind me teaming up with Sally, the woman you met. She’s a brilliant A&R and we’d split the commission so it wouldn’t cost you anything extra. I figured two heads are better than one, and she’s really well-connected.”
Amber hoped her sales spiel was convincing enough. There was a pause at the end of the phone, then Dan said, “I don’t see why not. Can we meet up tonight so I can introduce you to the band and go through a few ideas with you?”
Amber breathed a huge sigh of relief to herself.
“Sure, I finish at six. How about I give you a call once I’m done and we can sort it from there?”
“Cool. The guys are coming over to mine to rehearse, so meet us there. I’ll text you the address.”
“Sweet. See you later.”
As Amber clicked off the call, she smiled. OK, her life was going in a new direction but she couldn’t say it wasn’t fun. Hanging with a band during rehearsal was exactly the sort of thing she’d been so jealous of her mate Cat getting to do. Forget being Little Miss Manager. Now it was her turn to be Little Miss Rock’N’Roll.
Hot Talent
Sally already had a gig to go to so when it came to six, Amber headed off to Dan’s alone. Unsurprisingly, he lived in the thick of London’s music scene, albeit nearer Old Street than Shoreditch. It took her a while to find his flat, just down a back alley off the main road, and as he buzzed her in and she walked up the somewhat smelly stairs in his block of flats, she couldn’t help feeling a little nervous. She barely knew the band − what if they turned out to be dodgy? She was going to be alone with a group of strange men in a seedy hole, after all. But when the door swung open and Dan greeted her with a big grin and warm hug, her fears were alleviated at once.
“Amber, babe, good to see you. Nice dress.” Dan looked appreciatively at her legs.
“Thanks. Good to see you too.”
“Come on in. The guys are in the front room. We’ve just taken a break so your timing’s perfect.”
Amber followed Dan through the hall, the smell of incense wafting through in pleasant contrast to the stench outside.
“Guys, this is Amber. Amber, this is Kenny, on bass, Zak – drums − and Alex who’s keyboards. And that’s my girlfriend, Daisy, over there on the sofa.”
“We’ve met,” said Daisy, in a slow, sultry voice. Amber bit her lip, embarrassed. Daisy wasn’t going to spoil things, was she?
“Good to see you again,” she said chirpily, shooting Daisy a pleading look.
“And you,” Daisy said. Again, her voice sounded coldly seductive.
“So, now you’ve met everyone, shall we get down to it?” said Dan.
“Why don’t we,” said Daisy. There was a dangerous glitter in her eyes, and Amber noticed the half-drunk bottle of Jack Daniels in the middle of an ashtray-covered table. She wondered how much of it Daisy had had to drink, but decided to crack on anyway.
“Well, first of all, why don’t you give me all the promo stuff you’ve already got and we can take it from there.”
“That shouldn’t take long,” laughed Dan, and pushed a flimsy manila folder towards her.
As Amber looked through the biographies and a couple of newspaper clippings, she reverted to work mode. There was clearly a lot to be done.
“Drink, Amber?” Dan offered her the bottle of JD.
“Thanks but I’d rather have a cup of tea. I’m still recovering from yesterday.”
Amber wasn’t going to make the same mistake again.
Four hours later, the plan was coming together nicely. Despite the dearth of publicity so far, the guys were clearly willing to try whatever it took. They happily agreed to a photo shoot − Amber knew that good pictures would help them get coverage and was going to call in a favour from a photographer mate. Sad as it was, Amber knew that looks had a large part to play when it came to breaking a band but luckily, The Swerves had that well and truly covered. In contrast to Dan’s dark, chiselled good looks, Kenny had a floppy blonde mop of hair and startling blue eyes − he’d be a sure-fire favourite with the teen indie-girls who rammed the venues. Zak was muscular with a shaved head and a penchant for tight T-shirts that showed his body with impressive effect. Alex was quieter and more studious looking, with geeky glasses that lent him a cute charm.
While they’d talked, Daisy had continued to pour herself drinks and was getting increasingly feisty. When she called Kenny a c**t for disagreeing with Dan about the way they should look in the pictures, he’d stormed off, saying he ‘didn’t need to put up with shit from some wannabe Yoko Ono’, and the other band members had followed soon afterwards, looking rather sheepish.
“They live together,” Dan had explained. “Makes it easy to get everyone together but they do tend to be in each other’s pockets a bit. Well, we’re pretty much done anyway. Fancy a drink for the road?”
This time Amber agreed. Well, what harm could one drink do?
Amber deliberately opted for a small measure of JD so that she could stay in control − and get to work next morning without a hangover. It was getting late and she didn’t want her job to suffer as a result of her moonlighting. Sadly, Daisy was less controlled. She swigged freely from the bottle getting increasingly hammered
Perfect Trio
“Amber, Amber, Amber,” she cooed. “What are we going to do with you? You’re so fucking efficient.”
“Daisy, be nice,” said Dan, but his words clearly had no effect. Amber recognised the tone as the one Daisy had used when she’d first met her and they’d fought, so tried to be careful in her response.
“I do what I can,” she said.
“Oh, and we both know what you can do, don’t we, Amber?”
Amber knew what was coming but couldn’t stop it.
“That’s quite a deft little tongue you’ve got there. And it’s not just good for talking…”
Dan looked suspiciously at Daisy. “What do you mean?”
“Well, Amber and I got to know each other really quite well last night, in the toilets.”
“How well?” His tone was cold.
“Well enough that I know what she tastes like,” Daisy replied with another swig of JD.
Amber prepared herself for the explosion as Dan faced her, his expression thunderous. She steeled herself to be fired after only a day as manager, wondering what Sally would say. Then…
“Well, if you can fuck my girlfriend when I’m not there, the least you can do is fuck her when I am,” came Dan’s gruff voice. “What do you say, Amber?”
She was confused but, looking at Daisy sprawled across the sofa, lazily swigging from the bottle of JD, skirt riding up to show long, coltish legs, she felt a jolt of arousal. The idea of being watched by the handsome Dan just added to the appeal.
“I guess that only seems fair.”
“And make it a good show. This is payback,” Dan instructed.
Dan sounded so dominant, which was new to Amber, but from the look on Daisy’s face, it wasn’t to her. And clearly the blonde troublemaker liked it. She’d obviously been lying when she said she’d keep their liaison secret. In fact, Amber wondered if she’d deliberately made sure she was around for the meeting because this was exactly the outcome she wanted. Amber felt a spark of anger, but then a much bigger jolt of lust.
“Like this?” Amber asked Dan in a seductive voice, and crawled across the floor to Daisy, pushing her skirt up and sliding her knickers to one side before plunging her face into her pussy. Her tongue lapped Daisy’s clit, which was already swollen, and she slipped a finger into the blonde’s wet hole.
“Fuck, yes. Now kiss her,” Dan barked demandingly.
Amber reluctantly pulled away from Daisy’s sweet juices and moved up the sofa, straddling Daisy’s lithe body and kissing her deeply. Daisy arched up instinctively and started pulling at Amber’s clothes. Amber followed suit and soon the pair were naked, bodies wrapped around each other and pussies grinding.
“That’s it, girls. Make each other come.” The huskiness of Dan’s voice showed how aroused the scene was making him. Amber heard a zip and, glancing over, realised that he’d taken his cock out of his jeans and started to rub it.
As he did so, he looked Amber’s face over. “It must be said, that mouth looks very tempting, Amber. Would you mind?”
Amber looked at the thick cock that Dan was manipulating so expertly. She could smell his arousal and realised she wanted nothing more than to taste it.
“Go for it,” urged Daisy. “I like watching him with other women.”
Now it was Amber’s turn to play the dominatrix.
“Come here,” she commanded Dan as she straddled Daisy’s face. Amber opened her mouth enticingly and couldn’t stifle a groan when Dan slipped his cock into it just as Daisy started to suck her clit in earnest. Dan grabbed Amber’s hair and used it to pull her back and forth on his cock, something that Daisy usually hated but which, tonight, just added to the heat of the moment.
Amber flickered her tongue faster, sucked harder in response and was rewarded with the taste of pre-come, which urged her to lick even more fervently.
“Fuck, you’re good,” Dan said. “I wonder if your pussy is as talented?”
“It’s nice and tight,” said Daisy from beneath Amber, sliding first one, then two fingers inside Amber. “Want to see?” Dan pulled himself out of Amber’s mouth as she lay back and he gazed rudely at her centre as Daisy spread Amber’s pussy for him to see.
“I might have to sample that, if you don’t mind?”
Amber was so horny now that she’d have agreed to anything.
“Yes, fuck me,” she said, her muscles contracting as she saw Dan fish out a condom from his jeans pocket and sheath himself ready to slide his cock inside her.
“On all fours,” he ordered, and she did as she was told, gasping first at the shock of his thick cock stretching her and then with bliss as Daisy slid underneath her again and continued licking her clit. The dual stimulation was incredible. She could feel Daisy’s tongue swirling over Dan’s balls as well as her clit, and he got stiffer with every lap. Amber clenched her muscles hard around him, bit her lip and, as Dan thrust particularly deeply inside her, came hard, shuddering as Daisy licked her clit throughout, milking every last spasm of orgasm from her quivering body. That set Dan over the edge and he yelped as he shot spurt after spurt of come so strongly into her that Amber could feel it through the condom.
“Fuck, yes,” Dan said, as the spasms faded and he withdrew. “You’re certainly a good little manager.”
He looked at Daisy. “As to you, you little slut, you can stay there unsated. I’ve got a punishment for you later.”
The kinky threesome clambered apart and Amber pulled her clothes on, still shell-shocked about the encounter.
Moments later, as she waited for her cab, she felt confused. She’d blamed last night on alcohol but, as the events of this evening had shown, she clearly didn’t need drink as an excuse. What was happening to her? In just a week, she’d fucked her boss, tasted a woman for the first time and, now, had a threesome. The music industry was certainly living up to its wild reputation. The thing that surprised her was just how much she liked it.
Read Part Four of Making Sweet Music.
