Cons, MF
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.
Chapter 1
It’s not every day when you get noticed by an A&R for Republic Records because of a popular Spotify playlist, at least, it wasn’t for me. My names Drew Rhoads, and I was a struggling musician trying to break out of the nothingness-cycle uploading free tracks to YouTube and Soundcloud, them possibly getting some attention for a week or two, and fading away into the void of the ever growing music industry. I was twenty seven, 6’0” tall, slim athletic build, wavy brown hair, and liked to think a half decent voice; but so far, that voice had gotten me nothing but a handful of retweets from celebrities. Nothing had worked out until someone from Republic Records noticed my song in a random playlist while at some swanky New York party for execs. Lucky for me, they had been looking for new talent. When I heard the news, I signed, was given an agent, manager, and some studio time for myself. I was only a month in when my once in a lifetime opportunity sprung up.I had gotten a call from my agent that morning. He informed me that Ariana Grande’s people were looking for talent inside the label per label representatives’ request. Apparently she had been recording her upcoming album for a while now and was looking to put the final touches on some tracks by adding some additional vocalists, and my name was thrown onto a list with about three others, all smaller recently signed artists like myself. Ariana Grande was my idol! I listened to her music all the time. I replayed it for inspiration, tried to match her notes, followed her social media like scripture, and worshipped her body like she was a Goddess. I couldn’t have asked for anything better.
I was told to meet with Ariana’s manager at the local recording studio for a get-to-know-each-other meeting and some minor vocal tests before any details were finalized. When I got to the studio, I was greeted by the manager in the lobby who took me back to one of the lounges outside a recording booth where we sat down and drank some coffee.
“So, Drew Rhoads, you’re a recent sign on with Republic right?” She said, while sipping her coffee and looking over some papers.
“That’s right! I was surprised to get a call like this after only just signed what feels like yesterday,” I said as I gave an anxious nervous laugh. “To be honest I’m a little shocked still. Kinda star struck.”
“Well try not to act too weird when Ariana gets here…” She said.
I cut her off awkwardly, “Wait, Ariana Grande is going to be here today…? I thought I was just meeting with you today.” Just then my mind started racing and I got even more excited than I was already. I was meeting Ariana fucking Grande today! Shit, I thought to myself; do I look ok? My excitement was immediately overcome with a tidal wave of anxiety. Holy shit, I’m meeting Ariana Grande today.
She continued talking but I didn’t hear a word; all of her words were entering one ear and exiting the other, as they got caught in the spider web mess that was mind on the way through.
“Is your throat prepared for today?” She asked as I broke out of my thought coma.
“Sorry, what?” I replied, sounding like I had just rolled out of bed.
“You know, are you warmed up and ready to do some vocal testing for Ariana today? I know some singers have some weird shit that they have to do before singing.”
My hands were shaking as I remembered why I was there. Not only did I have to audition for a spot on probably the biggest gig I would ever get, but I also had to do it in front of Ariana, who arguably had the best voice in pop music. No pressure.
“Yeah no I’m ready to go. Sorry, just didn’t realize Ariana was going to be here today.” I responded as I laughed under my breath. I have this nervous laugh that I do. The same kind of defense you would have by sending ‘lol’ at the end of text just to make sure you had your ass covered if things went south, I did in real life… constantly.
“It’s alright, we see this with a lot of our new talent that we bring on for vocals. I mean, she’s a really nice girl,” she said as she tried to attempt to calm me down. “Just don’t be an asshole, and I’m sure you’ll get along great.”
“Yeah it’s just I’m actually a pretty big fan and-“ I was interrupted by a knock on the door of the lounge. My heart sank into my chest as it felt like it actually physically left my body.
“Oh well that’s probably her now!” She got up and walked over to the door as it opened, and there she was. Walking through the door, standing at 5’0”, a black shoulderless shirt covering her chest and arms, tight dark blue jeans wrapped around her legs, tall black heels with the toes cut out, wearing her pulled back while letting it fall to the sides, was Ariana Grande. I felt like I became a puddle in that chair. Her and her manager talked at the door for a brief couple of seconds before they turned towards me.
“Ariana this is Drew… what’s your last name again?” The manager asked.
“Drew Rhoads.” I said as I cleared my throat. Then we locked eyes…
“Hi Drew, I’m Ariana!” She said in her light but slightly raspy voice. I twitched as I heard those words come out of her mouth. Then she started to move in for a welcome hug. She held her arms out as did I and we met together as I wrapped my arms around her back. I was shocked at how small she was; I mean I knew she was short, but she really seemed dwarfed by me in person, especially once I got my arms around her. She pressed her head into my chest forcing me to slouch a bit, giving me a perfect opportunity to smell her long light brown hair.
Still a bit shocked, I responded, “Hello Miss Grande, very nice to meet you!”
“Oh please Drew, you can call me Ari! Seems like we’ll be working together so we can drop the formalities,” said Ariana.
Her manager butted in, “-well, that’s if everything goes well. We still have the vocal check to go through remember Ariana?”
“Yes that’s right! We need to hear that beautiful voice of yours,” she said as she looked up at me while we stepped back from our hug that, in my mind, seemed to last forever.
I stepped into the recording booth and arranged the headphones over my ears and adjusted the microphone as Ariana and her manager stood in the listening booth adjacent to the lounge, looking at me through the glass sound-proof window. I was so nervous to sing for my idol, but I realized that this was it: the moment I had waited for my whole life; my big break. I closed my eyes and started to sing while the two women listened. Every once and a while I would open my eyes to see Ariana staring at me intently with her big brown puppy dog eyes. They had a bit of a shine to them. It felt like she was staring into my soul. To add on top of my amounting anxiety, every time we did make eye contact she giggled a little, and shot her hand up to cover her mouth. It truly was the most adorable thing I had ever seen.
My audition had ended and I stepped out of the booth. I could tell that I had passed the test because both Ariana and her manager had big smiles on their faces. What a relief, I thought to myself.
“YOU SOUND AMAZING DREW,” shouted Ariana in some kind of weird half comical half sing-y voice. “Oh my gosh!”
“Yeah you really do have a set of pipes on you Drew,” added her manager.
Blushing, I responded “Well thank you both. Just glad I had the opportunity!”
“What are you talking about Drew! Opportunity? You’ve got the job,” an overly excitable Ariana said. I couldn’t tell if it was just the moment or what, but Ariana had this glow about her after she heard me in the booth. Man, she really must’ve loved my voice; this is amazing, I thought. “Come on lets go to the lounge so we can start working on ideas. I’ve got so many good ideas right now, oh my gosh!”
“Now hold on Ariana, we still have to finalize the paper work with Republic-“ Ariana cut her manager off.
“Just go do whatever paper work you have to do to make this work. Me and Drew have some collaborating to do and my creative juices are flowing,” Ariana said while already taking my hand and pulling me through the door into the lounge. I saw her manager sigh and walk out towards the front door of the studio before being swept into the next room over. It was like she was hoped up on something; she had so much energy! Is this how she normally worked?
We both sat down on one of the burgundy leather couches. All of that praise and compliments on my singing had faded away and were replaced with my regular anxiety as I was now alone in a room with Ariana sitting two feet away from me. I nervously looked around the room while we both got comfortable.
“Drew, seriously, your voice is amazing. This is going to be so much fun. Your range compliments mine so well,” she started. Just like before in the recording booth, Ariana never left my eyes. I got lost in them for a couple of minutes while she described some of the tracks and patterns she had in mind. I snapped to when I heard my name again.
“Well, Drew,” she said looking at me with those big brown eyes. “My music means so much to me and my fans. It really does what inspires my every day. It’s everything to me! And I need to ensure that the person that’s making music with me feels the same way, you know?”
“Ari believe me, I feel the same way. Especially when it comes to your music. I can practically feel the passion through the speakers when I hear your voice. I get what you mean…” I replied.
“That’s good to hear Drew, but there’s one other thing. If we want to work together, I really feel like we have to be connected to each other. If there isn’t a passionate connection between us, then the music we make to together won’t have any meaning!” Ariana inched closer to me while never leaving my eyes. While she was talking she was twirling the ends of her hair like she herself was nervous.
“Sure Ari! I didn’t want to mention this because, well to be honest it’s a little embarrassing, but you’re my idol; my Goddess!” I said as I gave another signature nervous laugh. “I feel like we already have a connection, but maybe that’s just one sided.” Again with the laugh.
“Hmmm,” she said as her eyes left mine for the first time and looked down towards the couch where my leg was resting. “That’s lovely to hear Drew. I’m glad that you feel that way about little ol’ me, but that’s not exactly what I meant…” Her hand formed a peace sign and traveled up my leg like two pairs of tiny legs walking down the street. I could feel her nails against my black pants, and with each tap of her fingers a chill up was sent up my spine and a flare of heat around my inner leg.
Now I knew what Ariana meant. No one could not know what Ariana meant. I started to feel some motion in my pants as I readjusted a little bit to try have a least some decency. I had flutters in my stomach and my head was fuzzy, but I managed to clear my throat and spit out, “What do you mean Ari?”
Her eyes returned back to mine as she moved next to me overlapping one of her legs on mine so it was in between my lap with her knee settled just above my crotch. She positioned her body over top of mine and was only a few inches from my face while still looking directly into my eyes.
“You know what I mean Drew…” I could feel the warmth from her mouth as the words came out of it. Ariana latched her little hands around the bottom half of my jaw as she went for it. Our lips locked for the first time. The warmth of her mouth combined with the wetness of our embrace caused me to absolutely lose my mind. I wrapped my arms around her small frame and pulled her closer towards me. My cock slipped from its readjusted position from earlier and was now completely parallel with her knee forcing my pants to smoosh up against her tight jeans. She could feel my length and reacted by moving her leg slowly up and back down while she pushed her tongue into mouth, massaging both my cock and my tongue at the same time.
Just like a rom-com sex scene, we broke our tongue infused kiss to remove the necessary clothing. First, she helped me pull off my shirt. Next, hers; she slid the gray shoulderless sleeves off her arms and straight over her head. I couldn’t believe it: not only was Ariana Grande topless on top of my cock, but she hadn’t worn a bra that day. Her two small breasts stared me right in the face. Her two little hazelnut nipples that complimented her tan so perfectly looked at me with the same daydreaming stare her eyes were before. I needed them. I needed them in my mouth.
I used one arm to grab Ariana’s petite frame while the other wrapped around her and gently pushed her back towards me. Her breasts were pulled towards my lips like they had a gravity to them. All I could think about was tasting those nipples; like it was primal. I stuck my tongue out, and ran it over her perfect brown nipples starting from the bottom. When my tongue hit her skin, Ariana arched her back and let out a low moan. My tongue continued up and over that solid little stud as I coated them in wetness. I took one in my mouth, and sucked for dear life.
“Ohhhh my gosh… y-you’re really good at this…” cried Ariana in between heavy breathes. I kept going, sucking while rotating my tongue around her nipples and applying the smallest bit of pressure with my teeth, rotating from one to the other making sure to give them both attention.
My cock was firmly pressed up against her body. Somehow in all this heat she had repositioned herself so our bodies were directly on top of each other, perfectly aligned. As I sucked, she raised and lowered her body onto me as almost showing me that she wanted something. Her petite ass rubbing against my crotch every time she went downwards; my pants were stained, and she had taken notice. Ariana looked down at my damp crotch and looked back up to me as she leaned over with her mouth adjacent to my ear and whispered…
“Make love to me, please!”
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