phone.”
Pit Viper continues to look at me, his brow furrowed. “Pit Viper, aka Max Lachlan. This is my manager, Liam Cooper.”
His Australian accent is thicker than I remember.
Sky joins us at the table, so I figure I should make the introductions. “Mr. Lachlan, Mr. Cooper—this is Skylar Samuelson and her security chief, Malik Thompson.”
They both stand.
The hostess pulls out a chair for Sky. We all sit.
As Sky and I planned earlier, I will let her take the lead on negotiating with Pit Viper, who’s squinting at me again.
He shakes his head. “As you know, Skylar, the elder Mrs. Samuelson called us up a couple of days ago after having heard I was on hiatus and implored me to play for the last three stops on your European tour.”
“Yes, my mother is a manager’s manager. Always looking for ways to do cutting-edge things for her daughter’s career,” Sky says. “I’d like to thank you for entertaining her offer and coming here to meet with us.”
“My pleasure, love. I’m not one to big note meself, but I’m no bodgy bloke, neither.”
“I know you’re not. I’ve heard your music,” Sky says with a polite smile.
“What’s your endgame? Let’s nut this out so we can eat.”
“If you can give some of my songs part of your signature sound, I should be able to tap into a new fan base for these last three concerts on the tour.”
“I promise to give you a fair go. If my fans hear I’ll be playing with you, they’ll come scurrying in like cockies.”
Sky nods. “Not sure what a cockie is, but I like the sound of them scurrying in.”
“Ah, it’s just what you Americans call a cockroach.”
“Okay,” Sky says and sips her water. “What is your fee, Mr. Lachlan?”
“It’s Max…or Pit when we’re on stage, little lady.”
“Thank you, Max. I realize that a performer of your stature would demand more than mere double or triple scale. I’d just like to know how much you’re going to hurt my bank account before I sign on the dotted line.”
“I have a copy of Max’s boilerplate contract for such things,” Max’s manager pipes up for the first time.
Mr. Cooper removes a one-pager from his briefcase and hands it to Sky. She looks it over and then hands it to me.
I give it a once-over. Everything looks legit. Of course I knew Pit Viper wouldn’t come cheap, but I’m pleased to see he isn’t gouging Sky. I give Sky my nod of approval.
“I’m looking forward to us working together, Max.” She offers him her hand to shake, and Pit Viper obliges.
The waiter hovers at the tableside as we share handshakes all around and Sky signs the document in duplicate.
I pick up my menu, as does Sky, happy to have that bit of business complete. “What’s good here?” I ask the waiter.
He goes into his litany of specials and his personal favorites.
Sky squeezes my thigh under the table to get my attention. “Thank you,” she mouths.
“Welcome,” I mouth back.
Although I am not performing, it feels good to be in partnership with someone again, and living vicariously through her experiences.
We return to the hotel. Sky jumps me as soon as I get her suite door open.
“What gives?” I ask.
“I don’t know, I guess negotiations make me horny.”
“My god, woman, if that’s the case, I’d certainly like to see you negotiate more often.”
I find the pulse on the column of her throat and suck her supple skin into my mouth, teasing her captured flesh gently with my tongue.
Sky moans—she always does when I do this.
My cock is hardening against her belly. She must feel me, because she reaches between us and strokes me as we kiss.
We stumble to the bed, removing our clothes as we go.
Together, we unroll a condom onto me.
Sky pushes me onto the bed and straddles me.
I love how with my encouragement of her she’s become so bold. She unapologetically takes what she wants in the bedroom now.
She lowers herself inch by agonizing inch onto my cock until I am buried
Pit Viper continues to look at me, his brow furrowed. “Pit Viper, aka Max Lachlan. This is my manager, Liam Cooper.”
His Australian accent is thicker than I remember.
Sky joins us at the table, so I figure I should make the introductions. “Mr. Lachlan, Mr. Cooper—this is Skylar Samuelson and her security chief, Malik Thompson.”
They both stand.
The hostess pulls out a chair for Sky. We all sit.
As Sky and I planned earlier, I will let her take the lead on negotiating with Pit Viper, who’s squinting at me again.
He shakes his head. “As you know, Skylar, the elder Mrs. Samuelson called us up a couple of days ago after having heard I was on hiatus and implored me to play for the last three stops on your European tour.”
“Yes, my mother is a manager’s manager. Always looking for ways to do cutting-edge things for her daughter’s career,” Sky says. “I’d like to thank you for entertaining her offer and coming here to meet with us.”
“My pleasure, love. I’m not one to big note meself, but I’m no bodgy bloke, neither.”
“I know you’re not. I’ve heard your music,” Sky says with a polite smile.
“What’s your endgame? Let’s nut this out so we can eat.”
“If you can give some of my songs part of your signature sound, I should be able to tap into a new fan base for these last three concerts on the tour.”
“I promise to give you a fair go. If my fans hear I’ll be playing with you, they’ll come scurrying in like cockies.”
Sky nods. “Not sure what a cockie is, but I like the sound of them scurrying in.”
“Ah, it’s just what you Americans call a cockroach.”
“Okay,” Sky says and sips her water. “What is your fee, Mr. Lachlan?”
“It’s Max…or Pit when we’re on stage, little lady.”
“Thank you, Max. I realize that a performer of your stature would demand more than mere double or triple scale. I’d just like to know how much you’re going to hurt my bank account before I sign on the dotted line.”
“I have a copy of Max’s boilerplate contract for such things,” Max’s manager pipes up for the first time.
Mr. Cooper removes a one-pager from his briefcase and hands it to Sky. She looks it over and then hands it to me.
I give it a once-over. Everything looks legit. Of course I knew Pit Viper wouldn’t come cheap, but I’m pleased to see he isn’t gouging Sky. I give Sky my nod of approval.
“I’m looking forward to us working together, Max.” She offers him her hand to shake, and Pit Viper obliges.
The waiter hovers at the tableside as we share handshakes all around and Sky signs the document in duplicate.
I pick up my menu, as does Sky, happy to have that bit of business complete. “What’s good here?” I ask the waiter.
He goes into his litany of specials and his personal favorites.
Sky squeezes my thigh under the table to get my attention. “Thank you,” she mouths.
“Welcome,” I mouth back.
Although I am not performing, it feels good to be in partnership with someone again, and living vicariously through her experiences.
We return to the hotel. Sky jumps me as soon as I get her suite door open.
“What gives?” I ask.
“I don’t know, I guess negotiations make me horny.”
“My god, woman, if that’s the case, I’d certainly like to see you negotiate more often.”
I find the pulse on the column of her throat and suck her supple skin into my mouth, teasing her captured flesh gently with my tongue.
Sky moans—she always does when I do this.
My cock is hardening against her belly. She must feel me, because she reaches between us and strokes me as we kiss.
We stumble to the bed, removing our clothes as we go.
Together, we unroll a condom onto me.
Sky pushes me onto the bed and straddles me.
I love how with my encouragement of her she’s become so bold. She unapologetically takes what she wants in the bedroom now.
She lowers herself inch by agonizing inch onto my cock until I am buried
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