Studio Blue by Tammy Lee Studio Blue Tammy Lee Copyright 2002 by Tammy Lee (Tami Parrington) Smashwords Edition Smashwords License Statement This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each reader. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. Studio Blue Daria sat alone in the dimly lit corridor of the sound stage with her arms on her knees and her head in her hands. The long nights were beginning to get to her. She could feel the weariness encompassing her entire being. Her body felt airy, light, rubbery, and so weak she could barely lift a finger to wipe away the sleep from her eyes. She had fallen asleep in every couch, in every studio, in every major city over the past six months, and just when she thought they were finished she found herself again, wandering through a strange town, in a strange building, waiting. Waiting for the night to end. She heard the thumping coming from behind the walls. In any other situation the bump, bump, bump, would be scary. This was her own personal nightmare. Ghostly tapings, horrific wailings—here it was only a signal that vigil was nowhere near finished. When the pounding stopped, so did her nightmare. When the music stopped life began. That was time to leave the hotels, the studios, life lived out of a suitcase. Daria stood slowly, too tired to move, but even more tired of sitting there. Probably not the best of ideas to fall asleep in the dark, lonely hallway, you never know who will pass by. Her hand turned the knob on the door and she was hit with a blast of drums and bass as she opened the door. Several pairs of eyes looked up at her as she entered the room then dropped back down to the boards where the music was being mixed over again—prepared to perfection. Everyone's attention was on the task at hand, everyone's but one. His liquid brown eyes remained fixed on her as she walked over and put her arms around the waist of their owner. His hands covered hers and he whispered softly in her ear. "Almost done. You okay?" Daria smiled at him, of course she was okay, but she simply wanted it to be over. She had never dreamed that life behind the scenes could be quite so damned boring. He hugged her tightly and Daria let herself relax into his embrace. Stephen Holloway had a way of making everything bearable, even the long nights in a studio. "It won't be long now," he assured her and played with her hair mindlessly as he moved levers on the soundboard with the other hand. She could feel the muscles of his waist as he moved forward and it thrilled her. His body was so seductive, so warm, so strong. She twisted and turned her body to face his and felt the warmth of his chest against her. Moving her hand up his back to the area just between his shoulder blades she felt the bunched muscles relax and she leaned in and kissed his long, muscular neck. She was aware the others were watching. She giggled softly, knowing they were doing their best to not be obvious about their curiosity. Their jobs hung in the balance if they so much as made mention of their thoughts on the subject, especially negative thoughts, on the object of his affection. Stephen kissed her and then stood straight. Waving the other men off, "that's enough for the night. Go home. Go to bed. We'll start again tomorrow." Daria felt her heart drop. Tomorrow! How many tomorrows would there be this time? How many more sessions deep into the night when she'd much rather be home--cuddled up next to the fireplace--relaxing and happy to be with him alone for a change. Stephen grabbed her hand and quickly made for the door before anyone could suggest another possibility for the music. He hurried through the hallway that had been her sleeping place and tromped past her coat that lay lifeless on the floor that had been her bed. Swooping down without slowing he grabbed the garment and shook it as they moved before placing it over her shoulders. Hitting the air outside she was grateful for the warmth of his arms and the covering of the coat. Her mind tossed for a few minutes, if he simply had to spend nights on end in a recording studio in February, he could at least make it an LA studio, not Chicago. Memories made her chuckle inside. I'll show you things you've never seen. He had told her when they met and talked about the traveling involved. All she had seen were musty hallways and cramped control rooms. The bright city twinkled around them but neither had the energy to investigate the marvels it held. He had shown her things though. A wicked grin spread across her lips and he glanced curiously at her. She winked but didn't let him in on her own personal humor, instead she let her hand fall down around his waist and then lower still to cross his firm backside. Yes, he had shown her things she had never seen. Wouldn't her momma be proud? This time there was no holding back the laugh and it spilled from her lips leaving her lover completely confused. She had called home that night. So many months ago she couldn't even count them. Long after the concert had ended. Long after she had followed him to his room. Long after she had let him seduce her in the most wonderful night of her life. He had been the first. She squeezed his hand and he squeezed back without knowing what for. He would be her last, her forever, her always. The limo sat idling at the curb. There had been a time not too long ago when it had delighted her to be whisked around in the monstrous cars. Now they were commonplace. She slid in beside him and settled into his arms in the dark confines. She stretched her legs across the interior and sighed as she scrunched into him making herself more comfortable. She felt him reach out over her and then the sharp swat as he nailed her rear. "You gonna fall asleep on me now? Hummmmmmmmmmmm? I don't think so my sweet. I have other ideas. How about you?" Daria looked up at him with a sleepy smile. "Well. If you'd stop working for a while, we could be doing 'other things' a lot more." The look of fake horror on his face made her giggle and he hugged her. "Feeling ignored are we?" He pulled her closer to him and she could smell the aftershave and the cologne mixing together with his own aroma, a sweet smell that made him unique. "Yes we are." Daria kissed his neck and stretched to nibble his earlobes and felt the usual gasp as she sucked in the tender flesh. Her lips spread wide in a lascivious grin as her teeth remained clamped on the lobe of flesh. He tried to pull away but she hung on tight and sucked harder. When he groaned loudly she knew she had him. Still it surprised her when he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back onto the seat. He kissed her passionately, his tongue probing for entrance to her mouth as her lips pursed tightly to keep him from his goal. "Aww come on, baby." He pushed up on his palms and looked at her with puppy dog eyes and Oliver Twist expression. "Pullllease." "Stephen we're in the car." Her eyes darted around the darkened interior. Sure they were alone. She eyed the glass that separated the driver's compartment from the back and she grimaced. He read her thoughts. "He can't see back here." Stephen lowered himself to her again but she remained unconvinced. His fingers explored her skin under as they pushed up under her sweatshirt. She felt his hands cover the cotton of her brassiere and she tensed. Then as quickly as he had swooped down on her, he was gone. Sitting across from her and looking out the window at the passing city. "I'm sorry, Steve." He waved her off and mumbled a low, 'it's okay', but she could tell it was anything but okay with him. He shifted uncomfortably as he tried to ignore his body's arousal and a shadow of disappointment settled on his features. Daria crossed the interior of the car and wedged herself in next to him. This side of the car had two small seats separated by the television/VCR/stereo console and there was barely room for the two of them. He wasn't making it easier by moving to give her room either. The sharp edge of the television stuck her side. She felt the tears begin to well up in her eyes. She hated disappointing him. But here in the car, it was so exposed. She felt like… like… "It makes me feel like a whore." There she said it. She watched for some sign that he understood. Instead there was only a crease forming on his brow. That was never good. It was anger he was holding inside, a brewing storm. She had seen that crease many times. Not directed at her, and every time she had been very glad of that fact. She always pitied the fool that had caused such a crease in his smooth features. Daria ran her hand across his shoulders and tried to ignore the pain in her side from the console. Shifting she rose up and threw a leg across his lap and straddled him. He remained unmoved. His face a mask of anger. "Stephen! Look at me." He did and the ice broke. His smile revealed perfect white teeth and his eyes twinkled again as he looked at her in front of him, her sweater tossed aside and her arms behind her working the clasp on her bra. He moved his hands up to assist and she pushed them away. "This is my show. I'm in charge here, buster." She felt the burgeoning excitement in his lap as he nodded vigorously and sat back to watch as she let the material slip away. Her skin tingled with the chill of the air as it swirled around her bare torso. Her eyes nervously glanced at the window but she shut it out of her mind and let his hands move up and touch her breasts. His fingers brushed softly over her hardened nipples and she gasped with pleasure and pain as they swirled together in her brain. Pleasure from his touch, pain at the embarrassment of exposure began to entwine to create a feeling of exhilaration she had never known. His lips touched her and she sighed while wrapping her arms around his head and tangling her fingers in his soft brown hair. He teased her nipples with his tongue and her hips moved into him, riding his waist with a swelling excitement shared by his own body as it writhed beneath her. He couldn't stop himself any longer and she felt his anxiety reach its peak. She'd been with him long enough to know she wouldn't last in holding him off any more. Stephen lifted his hips beneath her throwing her into his face with a force and he bit her nipples creating a flurry of pain and pleasure that rippled through her entire body stopping in a sudden rush of heat between her legs that burned with pulsing desire. She felt him push away the denim material he wore and work furiously at her own snap and zipper before pushing her jeans down as well. Sitting back she was met with his rock hard cock and she slid herself down onto it feeling the release of pent up desire as she did. It slid into her slowly and wonderfully as he groaned with relief. His hands moved across her back and tickled her sides as she rocked with the rhythm of the automobile as it speed through the city toward the hotel. At a stop light the car jerked to a halt throwing her backwards onto his lap and she exploded with the force of his full entry into the deepest parts of her body. She wriggled and felt her muscles squeeze around him and her juices flow with excitement. Then he lifted her and smiled up at what must have been a stunned expression as she felt herself being slowly dropped backwards onto the long seat behind them. Her back hit the cold leather of the seat that had been empty too long to hold the remainder of their body heat and she yelped at the chill against her bare body. He covered her quickly and re-entered her with urgency. His body pounded into her thighs and she again looked at the windows that were butt level and grinned at the sight that would be visible to passing motorists if indeed they did get a glimpse of the cavorting inside the rolling machine. He gripped her thighs tightly and pulled her into him as he thrust and her back arched with pleasure. Eyes rolling back into her head she no longer cared what passing drivers might see as he dove into her deeper and harder with every thrust. Her hands sought his rear and squeezed the firm muscles as they tensed and flexed with every stroke and his hands moved to her hips to hold her as he exploded deep in her. The rush of orgasm flooded her brain and her body shuddered in its aftermath. He knelt between her legs still deeply penetrated but relieved as her legs quivered and shook with the passing roil of passion. Her belly rumbled and then began to settle as a dainty feeling of soft happiness settled in around her and he laid his head on her chest and let her run her fingers though his hair and down his back in a tender embrace. Kissing her he began to dismount and search for his clothes as she watched him from her seat bed. Daria didn't want the ride to end, she felt herself hoping they would drive forever in the belly of the huge car. Then it slowed and she looked over her head through the far window to see the hotel marquee and bright lights signaling the end of the ride. Hurriedly she grabbed her sweater and jeans and dressed as the chauffeur walked around the side of the car. She had minutes before the door was swept open to the crowds on the street. There were always crowds. Somehow the fans and reporters always knew exactly when he would arrive. More likely they had been camped out there for hours waiting. Boy wouldn't this be a show. A smile lit her face and she heard Stephen chuckle as well as he button his shirt then ran a hand quickly through his hair to smooth it. "Ride's over, sweetie." He grabbed her hand and pulled her through the door to the curb and they stood in the midst of camera flashes and screaming fans with smiles of deep satisfaction on their faces before they headed to the door to their hotel. "Uh unnnnn," she moaned as she hugged his side and moved to the doors. "Ride's just beginning, baby." # # # About the Author A long-time novelist and freelance writer, Tammy Lee (also writing as T. L. Parrington, Tami Parrington) enjoys the simple pleasures of working in the garden, swimming at the health club and playing with her dog when she's not pounding away at the keyboard. As a novelist she has several romance, women's fiction and fantasy books available, and has now entered the realm of the non-fiction author by bringing her 10 years of experience as a freelance writer to readers longing to work from home. Her first offering is "Business as Usual" a guide to working from home successfully for those just starting out in the world of freelance writing, internet marketing and other online adventures. Follow my blog and website at: http://www.tamiparrington.com Or you can find me at Amazon’s Author Central: Tammy Lee or Tami Parrington Or get many of my books in all ebook formats at Smashwords OTHER WORK BY TAMMY LEE Love Sucks (Short Story) Studio Blue (Short Story) Computer Games: and Other Erotic Tales ROMANCE WRITTEN AS TAMI PARRINGTON Married to a Rock Star Dark Side of the Moon In the Shadows of Love Arizona Heat (Short Story) WOMEN’S FICTION AS TAMI PARRINGTON Big Money FANTASY AS T. L. PARRINGTON Hell’s Own ACTION/HUMOR AS T. L. PARRINGTON Shakedown NON-FICTION Business as Usual: How to Work from Home Successfully 13 Deadly Diet Killing Mistakes