Chapter 8
As they pulled into view of Nashville's skyline, nestled in the rolling green lulls, Sheila's heart skipped a beat. like most any town, Nashville was beautiful from a distance, and Sheila's eager gaze took in every sight. And like most towns, upon closer scrutiny, this one got dirtier and uglier the closer one got. But to Sheila it was a fairyland.
She squeezed her arms, her spirits high with the excitement of touching a dream come true.
Her squeals of delight amused Steve, who viewed this city much as the horse did who vainly tried to capture the dangling carrot. Hell, he didn't even know if she could sing! All he was concerned with were the much more sensual uses of her mouth. But if she can sing half as good as she can suck, he thought, shell have the city on its knees before dark!
Steve pointed out several of the tourist sites as Sheila gaped in wide-eyed wonder and amazement. She was like a little girl in a candy store.
"Where do you live?" Sheila asked with an eager voice.
"Not far from here," he said. "Just hold your horses. Well be there soon enough."
Sheila placed her head on his shoulder, her enthusiasm bubbling inside her. "Oh, Steve," she said, biting his ear, "I'm going to be so happy here, and the first reason is because of you!"
"We try to please," Steve said, turning a corner.
"Which one is it?" Sheila asked, pointing to almost every house on the narrow street. "That one? Is it this one?"
"Actually, I live in an apartment, not a house. And just be still, it isn't too far. There it is, on the right," he said, pointing.
"I love it!" Sheila exclaimed.
"My God, it's just an apartment house," Steve said.
"But it's where m spend my first night here!" she said.
Steve laughed, caught up in Sheila's exuberance.
He parked the car and they got out. Sheila hugged Steve around the waist as he led her up the walk and to the front door of his apartment.
"Well," he said, "here's home." He opened the door and let her enter.
"Beautiful! Just beautiful!" she said, looking around at the heavily masculine decor.
A voice rang out from the kitchen. "She talking about me?"
Steve laughed, closing the door. "Hell no, asshole. Come on out a second, I got someone I want you to meet."
"This is Sheila," Steve said. "She sort of picked me up."
Sheila went over to Dave and hugged him.
"Say," he said, gathering her in an embrace, "where have I been all your life?"
"If it's OK with you, I thought she could spend some time here with us," Steve said, sitting down.
"Fine by me," Dave said, looking more closely at Sheila's delicately carved features, her soft skin, those upturned tits, perfect round ass. "Yessir, fine by me!"
When they had settled down and were sipping drinks, Dave asked, "How was California?"
"Nothing compared to East Texas," Steve said, smiling at Sheila.
"Huh?" said Dave.
'That's where I met Sheila."
"Oh."
"But California was nice. Worked my ass off. Anything happening here?" Steve asked.
"As a matter-of-fact, yes," Dave said. "We got two contracts last week, and they were beginning to get worried you wouldn't come back. Might be a good idea if you called Tom. I told him you would as soon as you got back."
"Sure thing."
Steve went over to the telephone and dialed. After a few seconds, he was chatting with his music coordinator in the technical language of the recording industry. Sheila watched him as he talked, very impressed with his casual but business like manner.
"Sure I can," Steve was saying, "will do. See you in about an hour." He was about to hang up when he said quickly, "Hey Tom, can I speak to Linda?" A few seconds later he said, "Fine, sweetheart, you?" There was more banter and then Steve said, "I have a friend who's looking for a job. Think you can help her?"
Steve looked over at Sheila and said, his hand over the mouthpiece, "Can you type or anything?"
"A little," she answered, "but it's been a couple of years since...."
Steve cut her short by speaking back into the phone. "Types like a dream. Yeah, well, thanks a lot, m do you a favor," he said, his voice dripping with sex. "How about sometime real soon?" He laughed at her answer, and then said goodbye.
"Tomorrow morning at ten," Steve said. "They're gonna need a file clerk part time. That OK?"
"Where you work?" Sheila asked. "You mean at the studio?"
"That's right, baby," Steve answered, walking over to her. "It's not exactly cutting a million-dollar album, but it could be a start. At least you'll be surrounded by the business, if not exactly in it."
"Oh, thank you, Steve, you're wonderful!"
He pulled her to her feet and kissed her softly on the mouth. "I'm sorry, but I have to run. Tom-he's my boss-needs to go over some voice-overs. I should be back in a few hours. Just make yourself at home. David will show you where everything is."
"You can count on that," Dave said, his grin more impish than ever.
"Can I use your car?" Steve asked Sheila.
"What's mine is yours," Sheila answered, kissing Steve passionately on the mouth. "Just hurry back."
After Steve had left, Sheila sat on the couch by Dave, her right leg resting under her. "You know," she said, "somehow this ail just doesn't seem real."
Dave reached over and patted her hand. "What brings you here, anyway?"
Sheila told Dave of her plans and hopes. She purposely left out the episode of her leaving home, because that memory was now too far away to even care about. When Dave raised some objections about her hopes, she interrupted him.
"Don't worry, Steve has already warned me a dozen times about the hazards of the business. But I'm a big girl, if I don't make it, I can take it."
After a few moments of silence, Dave said, "Well, I certainly hope you come out on top." He looked at her and grinned.
"Everything you say, somehow comes out like you had sex on your mind," she said, her own grin rather impish.
"That's because I usually do," he said, licking his lips. He stared into her eyes for a few moments, his hand gently caressing hers. "You hungry?" he asked finally.
"For what?" she asked, her heart racing over the prospect of feeling his cock throbbing inside her cunt.
"Sounds like you have a lot more on your mind than just singing," David said, standing up.
"Lately, that's been true," she said, thinking of those wonderful hours with her face buried in Steve's hot crotch, sucking up his cum. Her blood surged with a tingling warmth as she remembered those hairy, muscular legs wrapped around her neck, his grinding cock against the back of her throat.
"Let's get a bite to eat, and then I'll give you a tour of the place," Dave said, leading her into the kitchen.
They sat down to a simple meal of cold cuts, cheese and beer.
"That really hit the spot," Dave said, getting up.
"Now let me show you the apartment. This, of course, is the kitchen." He led her out of the kitchen, through the living room, and down the hall. "Here's the bathroom, and over here is the linen closet. Through there is Steve's bedroom, and here," he said, stopping, "is my bedroom."
She walked through the door, and the first thing that caught her jye was the king-sized bed with a real fur spread.
"Wow, nice," she said.
Dave walked over to the stereo and placed a record on the changer. Soft music filled the room a few seconds later.
"Would you care to go to bed? You must be awfully tired."
Sheila walked over to Dave and placed her hands on his chest. She unbuttoned his top button, running her ringer over the soft skin of his smooth chest. She trailed her ringers downward, unbuttoning one button at a time, gently pulling his shirt open.
"I'd love to go to bed," she said, touching her lips to his chest, "but I'm not the least bit tired."