Chapter 5

Tiffany awoke and as the memory of the preceding night broke through her early morning fog, she began to smile; then she sat up quickly, hugging the blankets around her knees and giggled to herself. It had been quite a day! Sex with Axel in the afternoon; sex with her father that evening, followed by sex with Axel again, and if that wasn't enough, she had gotten an assurance that she would be singing with the group. The impact of the physical and emotional events was almost too much to absorb.

She sat still, going over every moment she had experienced, remembering the reactions of both her brother and her father, and the incredible sensations that had blown her mind, transporting her into that mysterious realm devoid of reality, that mystical, heavenly feeling as her body reached its climax and she felt them do the same . . . God, but fucking was great! And even better was the hold she knew it gave her upon them. She could get whatever she wanted from Axel, or from Eliot; she had only to mention the possibility of talking to Patricia and they would capitulate to her demands. Oh, what glorious power!

She giggled again, and only momentarily did her father's tone of voice and his face, haunted with fear, cross her mind.

"There's nothing they can do," she whispered to herself. "Oh, wow!"

With her heart singing with joy, she jumped out of the bed and stretched her arms above her head; then she went into the bathroom. The door to Eliot's room was closed, but she suspected that he was already dressed and downstairs having breakfast. She noticed some splashes on the floor and the towels were damp; he must have showered and taken care not to wake her. Or perhaps he didn't want to wake her!

Hastily she finished, dressed and made her way down to the dining room, her eyes sparkling and her step light. As she entered, Eliot looked up from his food and nodded.

"Morning, Daddy."

"Good morning, Tiffany."

She sat down, eyeing him warily, noting with a twinge of apprehension that he did not smile at her, and his face was grim.

"Where's Axel?"

"He's getting dressed," replied Eliot shortly, and went back to concentrating on his bacon and eggs.

"Oh. Then you've talked to him this morning?"

The butler came in and placed Tiffany's breakfast before her, and poured her coffee.

"No, I haven't," said Eliot guardedly. "But I heard him as I passed his door." He took a sip of coffee. "Why?"

"Oh, I wondered if you'd talked to him about my joining the group, that was all."

Eliot shifted uncomfortably and stared at her, frowning.

"I plan to," he said shortly. "At the right time."

"No time like the present," said Tiffany gaily, stirring sugar into her coffee and smiling at her father. "I mean, I think you should tell him before we get to the rehearsal hall."

"Frankly, I planned to on the way to town," Eliot snapped. "Which is why I didn't wake you. I figured you could spend the day here. I'm going to be very busy and Axel certainly doesn't need any unnecessary problems today."

"You mean I'm a problem?"

Eliot glanced quickly in the direction of the door to the kitchen, making sure the butler had left the room. "I won't call you a problem, Tiffany, but you must admit that your demands are not going to be exactly welcome to Axel."

Tiffany had the grace to blush. "I wouldn't be so sure," she countered. "For all you know, Axel might be real happy about having me instead of that little tramp in the group."

"Sally is not a tramp," said Eliot with some force. "She is a good singer."

"She's pestering him. He told me. Besides, I think Axel can find a nicer girl to sleep with."

"I wouldn't get into that subject, Tiffany," said Eliot in a voice dripping with sarcasm. "Especially after last night."

Her eyes met his, and she bit her lip. "Daddy, don't be like that. I love you."

"I don't wish to discuss it right now. I'd like to finish my breakfast in relative calm and prepare myself for the rest of the day."

Tiffany suddenly realized she had not called him on his comment about her staying at the house. "All right," she said with forced brightness. "I promise not to mention it again, provided I can come with you today."

"No." Eliot's voice was loud and commanding. "You're staying here."

"I want to come. Besides, I'm coming to the concert tonight and there's no sense your coming back this afternoon to get me."

"We are only rehearsing a few hours. Axel has to come back and rest." Eliot pushed his plate away and leaned toward her. "I don't think you really understand how important tonight is for your brother. His entire career could rest upon how he does. He can wind up with a recording contract and some more big bookings, or he can fall on his face and go back to playing smaller clubs in California. I'm going to make sure he gets the right thing, and I don't want you or anyone screwing up the works. I know damn well Axel doesn't want you at the rehearsal, especially with the news that I have to tell him."

"What news, Dad?"

Tiffany looked up at the same time as her father. Axel was standing in the doorway, smiling. He walked forward and sat down next to his sister. Eliot looked at Tiffany and then at his son.

"I was just telling Tiffany that she's to stay here today. I don't want her at the rehearsal. We have enough to worry about."

Axel frowned, and stared at them both for a moment. "But it's okay if she comes," he said quietly. "In fact, it'll do her good. She's got to become familiar with the arrangements."

"Why?" Eliot's voice whipped across the table.

"So she'll pick them up, that's why. You see, I think it won't be a bad idea if she joins the group when we get back to California."

Eliot gasped audibly, and Tiffany smiled, then bent over and kissed Axel on the cheek. "You mean you want me to sing?" she asked, not having to force the expression of bubbling joy on her face. Eliot shook his head slowly and reached for his cigarettes.

"And when did you decide this, may I ask?"

Axel raised his eyebrows and shook his head vaguely. "Oh, I've been thinking about it. Sally's getting to be a drag. You know how chicks can be, Dad," he added, giving his father a wink.

Eliot's expression was stony. "And only yesterday you and Sally seemed like two lovebirds," he snapped, "I don't understand it, Axel. Sally's a damn good singer. Tiffany needs experience and practice." He paused, and saw his daughter's face drop slightly and a look of suspicion creep into her eyes. "I mean . . . " His voice faltered as he desperately groped for words. "Well, actually, Axel it came as a surprise to hear you say it. But I've been thinking myself that it might not be a bad idea. Once we get home and can start getting Tiffany ready, of course."

It was Axel's turn to look at his father with surprise. "You mean you dig the idea?"

Eliot nodded. "Why not? Look at the Carpenters. I mean, there are lots of families that team up. I'll admit I didn't think much of the idea yesterday but I gave it some thought." He paused. "I think Sally can finish the concert tonight and then when we get out to the Coast, we'll start rehearsing with Tiffany."

Axel leaned back to allow his breakfast to be placed before him. He smiled up at the impassive face of the butler, and nodded. "Well, that's real groovy," he said with growing relief in his voice. "I figured you'd raise holy hell with the idea."

Tiffany laughed. "Oh, stop it. Why shouldn't Daddy want me to be up there with you? I know I can cut it. I'll be good, Axel, I know. All I need is some work and for you to help me." Her eyes were boring into his. "And I know you will, won't you?"

He turned away. "Yeah, yeah, of course."

Tiffany laughed. "This is wonderful!" she said gaily. "You both think it's a great idea. And I won't let you down. Believe me, Daddy, you won't be sorry."

"I hope not," said Eliot. "And I hope you won't ever be, either." He stared at her; then abruptly he pushed his chair back and left the room. Axel stared after him, then turned to his sister.

"I don't get it," he said. "How come Dad agreed like that? I mean, he knows damn well Sally's the one for the group." He stared suspiciously at

Tiffany. "You didn't say anything to him about us, did you? About what happened?"

"Of course not," Tiffany said innocently. "I told you I wouldn't. And I won't," she added. "Just as long as I get to sing with the group."

"Okay, okay."

"And also, think of the fun we can have together."

Axel flushed. "You quit that," he muttered, attacking his food. "I don't like you even mentioning it."

Tiffany laughed. "Come on, Axel. There's nothing wrong in having fun together, is there? Besides.. . " She leaned over and her hand sneaked on to his leg under the table. "I can fuck for you just as good as Sally."

He jerked his leg away and stared furiously at her.

"I said quit that," he snapped. "And I mean it."

"You mean it now," she replied calmly. "But you won't tonight."

He turned to her, his face livid. "Tiff, come on. Just because something happened last night doesn't mean it's going to happen all the time. I-I can't-" His voice broke off, then he continued in a whisper. "I can't fuck you anymore. I just can't."

She giggled. "Why not?"

"Because I don't want you to get knocked up, for one thing."

"Wear a rubber."

"Shit." Axel pushed his plate away and gulped his coffee. "Come on, let's go."

In silence they left the room, got their coats and waited in the hall for Eliot. Minutes later they were speeding down the expressway toward the city.

The stage door to the auditorium was crowded with young girls and a few boys, all eagerly peering inside, hoping to catch a glimpse of their favorite groups, or to clutch eagerly at a star who arrived or perhaps came out for a moment's fresh air. Most of the girls were chattering loudly, each trying to outdo the other in recounting their tales of past exploits with rock groups.

"I fucked every one of the Morbid Mothers," one girl stated in a high, vibrant voice, her eyes heavily weighted down with false lashes, her hair hanging around her shoulders. "And let me tell you, they're the most."

"Huh!" another girl grunted cynically. "Don't hand me that. They're not interested in girls, especially someone like you with no tits."

"Shut your mouth," snapped the first girl, angrily turning around and raising her hand. "I got Polaroids to prove it, baby."

A boy giggled and raised an eyebrow. "You're not the only one, chicky," he murmured archly. "They're all hung like horses, too. Real groovy cocks."

"Split, fairy," snapped the girl. "We don't need you."

"No, but they do," replied the boy, nodding his head toward the interior of the stage door. "Nothin' you can do that I can't do better."

"Oh, crap," wailed another girl. "It's ten o'clock. I gotta go."

She cruised away from the crowd and then her eyes lit up as she saw Axel, Tiffany and Eliot coming down the sidewalk from the parking lot. She squealed delightedly and made a dash toward Axel, then, realizing that she did not recognize him, stopped, her face creasing in disappointment.

"I thought it was Mick Jagger," she wailed, and Axel grinned at her.

"S'matter, baby, won't I do?"

She sniffed. "Who are you?"

Eliot laughed. "You won't say that in six months, little lady," he said, taking Tiffany's arm and guiding her through the crowd and into the building. He was still laughing as they made their way toward the dressing rooms.

"Those groupies are too much," said Tiffany primly. "They look so dirty."

"I'm inclined to agree with you," said Eliot. "But at least they're part of the scene. Wait till Axel becomes famous. He'll have hundreds after him."

Axel grinned. "I'll take 'em one at a time," he said, winking at his father. "Maybe even two or three if they're cute."

"Axel, don't talk like that," said Tiffany, giving her brother a look of mild disapproval. "They're not nice girls."

"And what's your definition of a nice girl?" asked Eliot, looking down at her with a glint in his eye.

"Me," she replied promptly, and Eliot was forced to break into loud laughter. Axel smiled and shook his head sadly.

"We won't discuss that," he said softly, and then he gave a loud shout of welcome as they entered the dressing room and he saw Sally sitting on a chair, reading a book. She looked up, rose and came to him, embracing him and tilting her mouth up for his kiss.

Tiffany eyed her with distaste as she saw their lips meet and linger, and she pictured in her mind their tongues blending within their mouths and she felt a momentary twinge of jealousy and excitement as she remembered fucking him the night before . . .

"Okay, ten minutes and I want everyone on stage, ready for a good solid workout," said Eliot, smiling at the four boys who were sitting at the end of the room, idly plucking at their guitars. "This is our last chance before tonight and there are a few things that have to be cleaned up."

"Okay, Dad," said Axel, breaking away from Sally and moving over to his guitar case against the chair.

"Tiffany, you go find yourself a seat out front," said Eliot. "I'll join you in a moment."

"All right, Daddy." Tiffany turned and made her way through the backstage area, down seemingly endless corridors until she came to the wings, where several musicians were talking. She peered around the edge of the curtains and saw the stairs leading down over the apron to the auditorium. She thought for a moment-how long will it be before I go out there, a spotlight hitting me as the roar of the crowd welcomes me, cheering, applauding, waiting until my voice rings out and spurs them to further outbursts of enthusiasm . . . Yes, it won't be long now.

With her heart beating with anticipation, Tiffany made her way down the stairs and eased herself into a seat in the third row. She sat, staring around at the people, some musicians, some managers and friends, all eagerly discussing the concert that night, each one obviously with suppressed excitement and eagerness. Show biz-Tiffany smiled to herself, thankful that she would soon be part of that thrilling fraternity of entertainers, sharing in the rewards of public acclaim.

It wouldn't only be her father, then, or her brother, who would make love, but many others-handsome musicians, virile boys, all anxious to get their hands on her willing flesh, and plunge their cocks into her . . .

She looked up at the stage and saw Axel walk out, carrying his guitar. The drummer followed, wheeling in his set of instruments, and then Sally came in, talking to Eliot. Tiffany noticed that her face was serious, and she wondered whether her father had broken the news yet. Probably not; he would wait until afterward, so she wouldn't be let down for the performance. She knew her father was a born diplomat and his maneuvering of people was second nature in a business where the right word at the right time could often make the difference between the good break and the possible oblivion.

Her thoughts were stilled by the sudden outburst of sounds as the drummer began warming up. Eliot smiled at the group, and turned and came down to sit next to Tiffany. He opened his clipboard and held his pencil in readiness.

"Okay, let's go," he shouted. He smiled briefly at Tiffany, who leaned toward him and squeezed his arm as she looked up lovingly at him. "Take heed, sweetheart," he said gruffly. "Watch Sally. Notice how she moves, how she works with Axel. It's all part of everything you have to learn. And," he added forcefully, "you have a hell of a lot to learn."

"I know," she murmured. "But it doesn't scare me."

He grunted and turned back to observe the group, who had moved into position for their opening number. Axel beat out a rhythm with his foot, nodded, and a second later, a torrent of noise swept out into the auditorium, drowning every other sound. Sally stood next to Axel, swaying her body sensuously in time to the music, her head moving from side to side, sending her hair cascading provocatively in the air. Tiffany had to admit she looked good; she was really a very attractive girl, and she could sing. So what? Girls like her were a dime a dozen these days.

Eliot nodded approvingly, and wrote a quick note on his pad. The music continued, building in intensity, and then Axel lifted the hand mike and began singing. Sally joined him, providing a subtle counterbalance to his rich, strong voice that shook the speakers positioned around the stage.

Tiffany relaxed, enjoying the music and the sensual arousal of her brother's voice. Mentally she catalogued Sally's movements, the way she clung to Axel's arm as she shared the mike with him, her thin face radiating the spirit of the song, her body undulating, tits jiggling (Tiffany knew that Sally never wore a bra) and hips jerking in unsubtle parody of sex-back and forth, around and around, almost as if she were screwing an invisible cock . . .

Eliot grunted his approval as the number came to a loud conclusion, and Axel stepped back, exchanged a word with the drummer, then sat down, wiping his forehead. It had been an athletic workout, and Tiffany could see the sweat beading on his chest through the open cleavage of his shirt. God, he had a sexy chest, she thought, smooth and muscular. She remembered running her hands over it the night before as she had straddled him, feeling her tits rubbing over his flesh . . .

She glanced up at Eliot for a moment, and noticed that he was frowning. "Axel." His voice rang out. "Let's take the last thirty-two bars again. And this time, wait till the drum roll ends before coming in for the final beat. Okay?"

Axel nodded, stood up and walked forward. He signaled the group, and they exploded once more into the final portion of the song.

Tiffany slid down slightly in her seat, her eyes glued to her brother, and in her mind she saw herself next to him, singing, moving, being part of the indefinable charisma that typified the rock scene . . . the loud music . . . the lights . . . the numbing beat. . .

God, it was going to be wonderful; almost as good as fucking, she thought, giggling to herself. But then, nothing was really as good as a fuck, especially with someone like her father or her brother . . .

Eliot glanced wearily at his watch. "Christ, three hours," he muttered. "I'm exhausted."

He looked up at the stage. "Okay, kids, that's it," he shouted. "Go home, rest, sleep, do whatever, but be fresh for tonight. Seven-thirty in the dressing room."

The relief was evident on the faces of the musicians, and even Sally gave a mild whoop of pleasure. She turned to Axel, and placed her lips to his ear. "Wanna come back with me to the hotel?" she asked seductively, and he grinned.

"Why not?"

"I mean, we can get some sleep, can't we?" she giggled. "After we've balled."

"You're too much," he said pleasantly, and taking her arm, he led her off the stage and back to the dressing room.

Eliot glanced over his notes and with a sigh, stood up.

"Come on, Tiffany," he said. "We're going back to the house now."

They climbed the steps on to the stage and followed the group back to the dressing room. As they entered, Sally and Axel broke away from each other and looked over at them.

"Okay, you two," said Eliot, plumping into a chair. "I think I've given you all the notes. You ready, Axel? We're going back to the house."

Axel shifted uncomfortably. "I think I'll stay in town, Dad," he said. "I can rest up at the hotel."

"With Sally?" Eliot laughed derisively. "Not a chance. You're coming home. I want you in good shape for tonight."

Sally's eyes flashed. "Look, Eliot," she said, her voice harsh. "We dig each other. I'll see to it he gets his rest."

"I think for once I'm pulling rank," replied Eliot evenly, "Axel's coming home." He smiled, trying to relieve the bluntness of his words. "You'll have plenty of time later."

"Dad, I'd really rather stay," said Axel. "Come on, what's eating you?"

"Nothing. I just want to make sure you don't waste your energy before tonight." He stared at Sally, pursing his lips. "In fact, before we leave, I want to talk to Sally. Alone."

Axel looked at him, then at Tiffany. "Okay, okay," he said resignedly. "Come on, Tiff. I'll walk to the car with you." He turned to Sally. "See you tonight."

She pouted. "For Chrissake," she snapped. "I just don't-"

"Sally!" Eliot's voice stopped her. "Okay, kids, you run on. I'll join you in a few minutes."

Axel kissed Sally briefly, and then left the room. Tiffany followed him, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with triumph. She knew what her father was going to say.

" 'Bye, Sally," she said, and walked quickly out, running down the hallway to catch up with Axel.

"Okay, Eliot, what is it?" Sally sat down in a chair and reached for a cigarette, her eyes staring up at him aggressively. "You want me to lay off Axel, is that it?"

"Not really," replied Eliot, beginning to walk back and forth impatiently. "It's just that I've come to a decision about the group, and I think it's only fair you should know."

"A decision? What do you mean?"

Eliot paused and faced her, his expression serious. His heart was pounding; he was unsure how he would phrase the news.

"Well," he said finally. "Tonight will be your last night with the group. I've decided to make some changes. I want you to know this has nothing to do with your performance. As always, you're great. But-"

Sally's look of bewilderment was replaced with anger, and she jumped to her feet, her face flushed. "Replace me?" she shouted. "What do you mean?"

"I mean just that. I want to change the feel of the group, and I think that your particular voice gives it too much of a strong quality. I need someone more-"

"Bullshit!" Sally's voice exploded. "What's happened, Eliot?"

"Nothing's happened," he replied awkwardly. "But my prime concern is Axel. I'm sure you understand that. I think it will be more to his advantage to get someone less powerful. You are quite a little songbird, you know," he added lamely, hoping to quell her anger with a compliment.

"You're full of shit," she snapped, turning away and taking a deep drag off her cigarette. "Something's happened. This hasn't come up before, and I've always figured I was part of the group."

"You're a singer who can be replaced," said Eliot bluntly. "And you know damn well you can get another job. You're good, Sally, perhaps too good, which is why I'm replacing you."

"Replace . . . replace," she cried, then her eyes glinted. "It sounds like you've already got someone else. Have you?"

"Er . . . yes."

"Who?"

Eliot shifted uncomfortably. "If you must know, I'm going to start grooming Tiffany. When she's ready, she'll step in."

Sally stared incredulously at him, and then broke into a lengthy, derisive laugh. "Tiffany? You've got to be kidding. She's not old enough. She can't even sing. Come on, you can do better than that, Eliot. Who is it?"

"I told you. Tiffany. She can sing, incidentally, and being Axel's sister will help build a good image for the group. It's the thing now to have family musical groups, you know that."

Sally bit her lip, then took another deep drag off her cigarette. "You mean you're putting that little bitch in my place?"

"Tiffany is not a little bitch," snapped Eliot.

"Oh, but she is," replied Sally. "She's Lolita in spades, in case you don't know."

Eliot felt his color rising and his anger mounting. "I don't want to argue about it, Sally," he said, trying desperately to control his emotions. "And I don't want this to be unpleasant. Maybe I should've waited until after tonight, but since the record agents are going to be here, I felt it only fair to let you know now. You might have gotten the idea that the recording contract included you, which it won't, if we can get it. Now why not be thankful for all the experience you've got, and the publicity, and let it go at that?"

"Jesus Christ!" Sally banged her hand against the wall and turned, her eyes blazing. "Just like that, huh? I get my walking papers and you tell me to be thankful. Shit. It wouldn't be so bad if you were getting someone good. But Tiffany? Do you know what you're getting into?"

"I know my daughter very well," Eliot replied. "And I think this will be a good thing. For her and for Axel, and for the group."

"Like hell. She'll be fucking everyone as well as Axel."

Eliot felt a sudden chill. "What do you mean?"

Sally laughed loudly. "You mean you don't know she and Axel have been fucking? Yesterday we all screwed together up in my hotel room. She's a nympho, Eliot, and I'm willing to bet she made Axel agree to this so she wouldn't tell on him."

"You're lying." Eliot's voice was shaking and his hands trembled. "You're lying. You're just trying to save your position."

"My position? Look, Eliot, you know fucking well that Axel and I've been shacking. So what? He's a big boy and I'm a big girl. You didn't say anything about that, but let me tell you, Tiffany's going to be doing just as much fucking with him, with the band, with anyone who's around with a hard-on. Don't tell me, baby. I was her age once, and I was sucking cock long before she started. Oh, shit . . . " Her voice trailed off and she turned away. "Okay," she muttered, almost inaudibly. "I'm sorry, Eliot."

He walked over to her, and put his arm around her shoulders. "I am, too," he said sincerely. "But I'm glad you told me about Tiffany. It's made something very clear to me now. But that's no concern of yours. And it doesn't alter my decision. Tonight's your last night." He lifted her chin and stared into her eyes. "I hope for your own sake you'll make it your best."

She nodded. "I will. I know what it means to Axel, and you see-" She faltered, and her voice broke. Quickly she composed herself and wiped away the wetness that had threatened to spill over the corners of her eyes. "I happen to love Axel very much. But then that's the breaks, I guess?"

"Love?" Eliot shook his head slowly. "Don't use that word, Sally. In any case, you should know it's useless loving a musician. Especially someone like Axel, who's on his way up. There'll be dozens of chicks before he's ready to settle down with one."

She nodded. "Okay, but that doesn't change the way I feel. I really dig him, Eliot. It's a pity he's got such a fucking bitch for a sister. At least I never fucked my brother."

"Come on, forget it. I want you to go back to the hotel now, and get some rest. I want you to be good tonight, remember."

Sally shrugged. "I won't say how I'll be. Maybe if Axel came back with me, I'd be good tonight," she said meaningfully. "I know there's only one thing that'll pick me up now."

"Now you're full of shit," he snapped. "You can have him after the show tonight. Not before."

Her eyes blazed suddenly. "Listen, Eliot, I've changed my mind. Either I get Axel this afternoon or I don't go on tonight. Take your choice."

"I know you don't mean that," he replied, turning away and pausing at the door, his fingers on the handle. "Now do like I say, and you be here tonight, bright and sparkling and sing your best. If you care about Axel, that's what you'll do. See you, Sally."

He closed the door behind him and began walking out to the parking lot. As he left the stage door, he heard the clatter of heels on the concrete, and, turning, he saw Sally running after him. "Eliot, wait."

He paused. "What is it?" he said wearily as she stopped, breathless, in front of him.

"You'd better make your choice, buster," she snapped. "Or you won't have a singer tonight."

"Go to hell," he snapped, pushing past her toward the car.

"I mean it," she shouted, and then, her lip curling with disgust, she turned and went slowly back into the building.

Eliot made his way through the cars and climbed into the driver's seat of their limousine. Axel was leaning back against the headrest, his eyes closed.

Eliot waited a moment. He stared at Tiffany, his eyes glinting; his mind was ringing with Sally's accusations, and he wondered if she had been lying. Yet in his heart he knew it was the truth, and inwardly he shuddered.

"Come on, let's go." Axel's voice broke the silence.

"I told Sally," Eliot said simply. "She's madder'n hell."

"I'm not surprised," replied Axel. "But she is going on tonight, isn't she?"

Eliot hesitated. "Well, at first she said she would," he said gravely. "But then she refused. Unless-" He paused. "Unless you spent the afternoon with her."

Axel's face lit up. "Okay," he said, his hand reaching for the door latch. "See you later."

"Wait a minute." Eliot put out his hand, restraining his son's action. "I never said-"

"No, you didn't," Axel interrupted him. "But she's got to go on, so there's only one thing for me to do. Right?"

He slipped out of the car and ran eagerly across the parking lot. Eliot sighed and started the car. Moments later he and Tiffany were heading back to Evanston.

Sally looked up as the door burst open and Axel came into the dressing room, his face glowing and his eyes shining. Without a word, she went to him, pressing herself to his body. Breathlessly they broke apart, and he leaned forward and kissed her quickly.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "But it's not my decision. You know that."

"I know," she replied softly. "But then . . . " She shrugged and attempted a laugh, "That's show biz."

"Come on," he said. "Let's go back to the hotel and I'll show you how I feel."

"I know how you feel," she answered him, her hand straying between his thighs and caressing his cock, making him quiver with excitement. "Come on."

Arm in arm, they left the building and walked rapidly along the street toward the hotel. Axel's mind was teeming with conflicts over the situation; he knew that there was nothing he could do to alter the facts-Sally would be leaving, and Tiffany would be joining the group. At any rate, he would have this afternoon, and maybe a few more hours with Sally, and then . . .

They turned into the hotel and made their way to the elevators. Sally kept her eyes on his face, and her hand around him was firm. "I love you," she whispered as the elevator door closed them off from the world. He kissed her, and they clung together until the doors slid open, revealing an elderly couple waiting there. The lady gasped, and the old man grinned. "Honeymooners?" he asked teasingly.

As they left the elevator, Sally grinned. "Nope, just a fast shackup," she said, giggling--.

"Well, I never," gasped the woman, her eyes following Sally as she skipped down the hallway with Axel, both of them laughing gaily. Sally turned the key in the lock, and they entered, slamming the door behind them. He hugged her tightly against his body, pressing her tits against him, locking his lips to hers and pressing his hips into her eagerly willing form. Their tongues played together between their teeth, and she felt the rising hardness between his thighs pushing demandingly into her flesh.

"Come on," she whispered, moving away. "Let's make this one a goodie. It will probably be the last."

"Don't say that," he said, his voice jerky as he flopped into a chair and began ripping off his clothes. "It makes it sound like it's the end of the world."

"It is," she replied calmly, removing her dress. "I'm not sticking around if I'm not wanted. I'm really not going on tonight, either."

Axel paused, staring disbelieving at her, but her face was serious. "You-you're not going on tonight?"

She nodded. "Yup. Why should I?"

"Because you've got to, that's why. You know how important the concert is."

"Important to you, maybe. So what if I go on? You get a sweet deal all lined up and I'm out in the cold. No, thanks." She stood up, naked, and grinned at him. "Come on, let's fuck."

He shook his head. "No. I'm not going to unless you're going to be with me tonight on that stage."

She shrugged. "Okay. I'll just get dressed then." She began reaching for her panties, and he moved forward, his own body naked, his cock jutting from his loins. He took her hand and placed it on his prick, and looked down at her.

"You know you can't say no to him," he whispered enticingly, his smile working its magic on her emotions as it always had. "He wants you, and I want you, Sally. And I want you with me tonight."

Her fingers closed around his cock, and she shivered at the familiar feel of his sex, and almost unconsciously she began moving his foreskin back and forth over the end, thrilling as she felt his cock harden to its fullest state, throbbing beneath her touch. Suddenly he dropped to his knees, grabbed her buttocks in his hands and pulled her to his face, burying his mouth among the hairs that formed her triangle of desire below her navel. She cried out as she felt his tongue probe her canal, touch her clitoris, licking frantically. She closed her eyes and savored the moment, loving every thrill that coursed through her body. She moaned softly, and her hands caressed his hair, played with his ears and tickled his neck. "Oh, Axel, suck my cunt," she murmured. "Suck it good, baby."

He broke away and stared up at her, and his eyes were steely. "Sure, sure," he snapped. "But not if you're bugging out."

She sighed. "Shit," she murmured, her face breaking into a smile. "Did you really think Pd stand you up?"

"Yes," he answered grimly. "And I wouldn't blame you."

"Shut up and get with it," she replied, pushing his head forward and spreading her legs. She maneuvered her fingers under his face and spread her cunt open as wide as she could, allowing him easier access to the folds of steaming, deep red flesh that already was wet with more than his saliva, exuding the musky odor of her vagina which she knew drove him wild. With a gasp he bent forward, his tongue extended firmly, and began slowly working over her clitoris, licking the shaft and pausing a moment on the end of its firm little nub. She groaned and began moving her hips, trying to push his face deeper into the crack. "Yes, yes," she muttered. "Quicker, quicker. I'm gonna come. Axel . . . " Pleased but really surprised at her arousal, Axel increased his efforts.

His hands slid around between her buttocks, and his finger found her anus. He pressed firmly and his finger slid in. She wriggled, gasped and then as he began slowly massaging her asshole, pushing his finger in at the same time as he sucked her clitoris, and pulling out as he let his lips stray all over her labia, he felt her insides begin to quiver. She cried out, grabbed his head, and jammed his face as tightly as she could into her dripping cunt. Her body convulsed and he felt the juices flowing down, oozing past his mouth as her limbs tensed and shook beneath the force of her climax.

"Oh, wow, Jesus, but that was good!"

Axel leaned back and slowly climbed to his feet, staring at her, his eyes moist with excitement. "Okay," he said. "Now it's my turn. On the bed, baby. I'm gonna fuck you."

She looked at him a moment, then laughed loudly. "Like hell you are," she said shrilly.

"That'll come later, baby. Right now I'm going to bed, but you're going to take your rest on the couch. Just like Poppa said," she added derisively.

"What's with you?" he snapped.

"Look," she snarled. "Don't think you can get everything you want from me. And after tonight you're not getting one fucking thing from me, not ever again. Maybe you'll get if from that horny little sister of yours, but not from me, buster."

Axel stared disbelievingly at her, and a surge of passionate anger overwhelmed him. He raised his hand quickly and brought it down, sending her spinning across the room and onto the floor. She glared up at him.

"I'm gonna fuck you, Sally," Axel said clearly and with terrible intensity. "So you may as well enjoy it."

She scrambled to her feet and made a dash for the bathroom door; Axel was too quick. He reached out, seized her arm and dragged her across the carpet and flung her on the bed. Before she could regain her balance, he had straddled her and began pressing his hips against her moist cunt, his cock eagerly probing for entrance. Her fists pounded on him helplessly as he let his tongue stray over her neck and ears. He felt her weakening and then with a sudden jerk, he entered her. She gasped as she felt his thick prick slide into her cunt, penetrating further than ever before it seemed, seeming thicker and longer than before. It felt as though his anger and his passion had given his cock greater strength. As it began thrusting in and out, she had the sudden desire to scream, but slowly the sensations stilled her own anger, and she found her hips moving in rhythm with his, their bodies blending in a consummate expression of sensuality. She groaned, and dug her fingers into his back, arching her body to press her crotch closer to his own. "Oh, yes, yes, Axel," she whispered. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me deep."

The violence, the emotion he felt and the mood of the moment pushed Axel to a height of excitement he had never felt before. He knew he was aroused more than he had ever been before with her, and that his orgasm was not far off. Usually he held it back, savoring the ecstasy that they both felt. But this time . . . what the hell? She had come already when he went down on her. Now it was his turn.

With a massive thrust, he jammed his cock deep into her as he felt the surge of his cum from deep in his balls, shooting out his tube and into her, load after load, on and on as if it would never end. He moaned and sank his teeth into her neck, savoring the softness of her flesh as he drove his seed into her.

As rapidly as his excitement had started, so it left. In seconds he felt himself softening and sliding out of her. He pulled his cock from her and lay, staring at her in bewilderment at the extreme pleasure he had felt.

She glared at him, and then slowly, she smiled and slid her finger along his nose.

"You sure know how to fuck, I'll say that for you," she said teasingly. "Let's have another round."

He grinned at her. "After the show tonight."

"Okay, you win," she sighed. "After the show. Now let's get some rest."

"Yeah, let's," he agreed, snuggling down next to her. In minutes they were both asleep.