The Studio

The Studio

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Here is a story about a girl named Alex who finally got a chance at a dream; a record deal. She had not expected to find herself face to face with a man that was every unimaginable wet dream she every had. Carlos had disrupt her world and morphed it into something that existed only to crave him and every new plateau of pleasure he dares to take her to...but he was married with a child. What was Alex to do? Should she indulge in the ever present need for Carlos Royce or will she pay the price for lust.

Summary

Here is a story about a girl named Alex who finally got a chance at a dream; a record deal. She had not expected to find herself face to face with a man that was every unimaginable wet dream she every had. Carlos had disrupt her world and morphed it into something that existed only to crave him and every new plateau of pleasure he dares to take her to...but he was married with a child. What was Alex to do? Should she indulge in the ever present need for Carlos Royce or will she pay the price for lust.

Chapter1 (v.1) - The First Attraction

Author Chapter Note

Here is a story about a girl named Alex who finally got a chance at a dream; a record deal. She had not expected to find herself face to face with a man that was every unimaginable wet dream she every had. Carlos had disrupt her world and morphed it into something that existed only to crave him and every new plateau of pleasure he dares to take her to...but he was married with a child. What was Alex to do? Should she indulge in the ever present need for Carlos Royce or will she pay the price for lust.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 18, 2014

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 18, 2014

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The First Attraction

 

The telephone rang twice before I could dive for it and fall face first into the sofa. Blowing at the strands that made in my mouth I pushed a long lock of hair from my face before yanking the receiver up and answering the persistent caller.

"Hello?" I asked as I ran my fingers through my ebony tresses and tucked another stray behind my double pierced ear. The voice on the other line spoke with elation and a bliss that always made me feel optimistic and right away, I knew without a doubt that it was my aunt.
 

"Hey Alex! I’ve got some great news for you. I'm supposed to be recording a jingle for a pet food commercial to be played on the radio and I need you to sing back up for me. Think you can squeeze me into that hectic schedule of yours?" she asked quickly.

 Of course, ‘excited’ was an understatement; anything involving the usage of my voice and the chance to have it plastered for someone else’s ears was a dream come true for me.


"Of course! Just name the time and place and I'll be there."

"Great! Thursday at twelve, I'll pick you up and please don't be late."

After a few more minutes of eager questions, I finally hung up the telephone and clapped my hands with joy. I have been waiting for too long to get inside a studio and sing my heart out. Yes, yes it was just a commercial, but every big celeb had to start some place small right? I’m aware that my voice isn’t some run of the mill, bath tub ballad special; others have said as much and I spent most of my life getting better at it. Aunt Bebe might have just gotten me my big break.

 

Thursday finally came around and I was glad because I was going to combust if I had to wait another day. My aunt had been on time and through the entire ride I bombarded her with questions and a lot started with ‘what if’. We pulled up to the address that was written in my Aunt Bebe’s organizer and stared at the structure with a bit of confusion. We were both expecting a big building with a huge flashing sign or something; instead it was a huge one storey house with a driveway as high as a hill and a garden that stretched the length of it.

"Are you sure this is the place?" I asked; looking up at the tall off white building. It was a beautiful house, with statues and a water fountain decorating the yard. A black car was parked in the brown brick drive-way and I took it as a sign that someone was home.

"Yes. Well, I think so. Why don't you go up there and knock on the door? Ask for Mr. Royce." My aunt instructed as she turned off the ignition.
 

“Pretty jazzy name…” I muttered as I pushed the car door open and left my aunty snickering behind the wheel.


Despite my reluctance, and it had nothing to do with the cardio ahead of me, I sucked it up and climbed the tall driveway to make my way to the door. The trudge up the up rise was hell on my thighs and when I got three quarters of the way I breathed a sigh of relief as the ground levelled out. I took a deep breath, knocked slowly on the large oak door with its opal window and waited for a response. After a few seconds of hammering at it, I began to believe we’d mistaken the place. Just as I had turned to leave, the door swung open and I turned to the gentle cry of hinges to come face to face with a god. I wish I could say that I was overreacting, but the guy was absolutely breath taking and made me glisten in a certain spot south of my navel. Shamelessly, my mouth fell ajar and I ogled all that man that stood before me. He stood at least 6'3 with hair cut close to his head at the back but filled out on top to do this amazing curving action. He had those baby blue eyes that were endless in depth and made me wet myself in every orgasmic sense of the word.

Remembering that I was a stranger at his door, I figured actually communicating with the guy would keep the cops at bay.

"Uh, hi. I'm looking for Mr. Royce? My aunt has an appointment for a recording today..." I said slowly; still working on that composure. I nearly did that girly sigh thing when I saw his lips lift into a slow panty dropping smile. Someone was going to have to hose of the bricks where I stood when this was all done. Honestly.


"Oh that's me. Tell her to come on up." his voice rumbled through my body sending shock waves to sensitive areas. Turning on my heels, I walked quickly to the car to fetch my aunt; not forgetting to check my reflection in the mirror for minor embarrassments such as drools.

I’d thought the exterior of the house was beautiful, but when we got inside, it took awhile to pull my chin off of the floor. The living room's colour scheme and décor was beige with fancy lamps standing above each chair. A china closet of very expensive statues and figurines all set with the theme of music. Still in awe, we walked to the section of the house that seemed to have two doors; the studio. Upon entering I was greeted with the low hum of machines that blinked every so often and computers that seemed to be much faster than the run down laptop I did assignments on at home.

"I think I just found my husband…" I mumbled softly to myself; fruitlessly trying to sustain the grin that made my cheeks ache. There was a huge plush sofa that took up a whole section of the room. I practically levitated towards it, took a seat and crossed one leg over the next. Aunt Bebe and Carlos- because that was what my aunt was calling him, had been chatting since we’d walked in, but my attention was too selfishly distracted with taking in the beauty of his home. Well that was until...

"So how's your wife and your son I haven't heard from them in ages." My aunt said; lying waste and destruction to my newly furnish fantasy world of the exotic Carlos and I. Fucking killjoy…

I did my best to hide how devastated that one cordial statement made me feel and slanted a look at Carlos. As if he sensed my tension, he slid his gaze my way and nearly enslaved me with those dangerously blue eyes and that wicked smirk.

"Oh she's good. She and Nicholas are just fine."

Call me dramatic all you want but I knew then why people in the movies ripped their shirts, fell to their knees and screamed up at the falling rain as if all hope was lost. I was preparing for that scene because I wanted a moment to scream my frustration and the cruelty of it all. I should have known better than to think Thor’s descendent that was chatting it up with my aunt, was single. Fat chance that!


"Oh by the way Carlos, my niece here is a very excellent singer. You will just love her voice!" My aunt praised; once again breaking my train of thoughts.

 My nerves frayed and set my cheeks into a blazing burgundy when I felt his eyes on me. Yet all along my aunt remained oblivious of the tension between us and I had no qualms about it; it would be weird otherwise.

"Oh really? Why don't you stand up and sing me something?"

 

 The smirk never left his lips as he spoke; a master at it if there was ever one. I stood slowly and the usual butterflies that played in my stomach before I sang before an audience woke up and began a game of tag. Even though I would get nervous, I was always too determined to be heard and to do my best to botch up a performance.

"Um, ok I'll sing Natural Woman by Aretha Franklyn."

 

“That’s a big leap; you think you can handle that?” He asked; leaning back into the chocolate brown leather chair.

“Let’s find out…” I said with a confident smirk.

I took a breath, found my zone in my mind and began to sing. The only sound in the house was my voice and the soft tap of my feet to keep time as I sung about feeling nothing but gloom before a special person waltzed into my life and the way his presence brought out the woman in me. Did I pick this song on person? I’ll never admit yes. Somehow by habit, I always closed my eyes when singing but even though they were closed, I could still fell his heated stare caressing my skin.

I sang as if it were the only chance I would ever get; as if it were my last breath and I had no fear of hitting notes that were border line my limit. Finally, I neared the end of my song and diminished the note gently till the end; layering it with the gentle vibrato of my voice.

Eventually, I opened my eyes and found him there staring back at me with such intensity. I knew I’d nailed it even if he was trying for nonchalance. What came next were the words I had yearned all my life to hear. Carlos had made a proposition. He had asked me to not only sing back vocals for my aunt’s jingle, but to join a group that he produced. Of course, I accepted. There was no refusing something that I had wanted so badly all my life.

 

 

It was about 8:00pm that night when he called and asked me if I could come to the studio for a group recording. I was a bit hesitant to say yes for just one reason; my aunt wouldn't be there with me this time to be the buffer between Carlos and me. What made matters worse was that he was going to pick me up. Thanks to my mom’s timely flat tire, I was going to have to say yes. Things would be okay, right? He’s married and he probably saw me as a child compared to what he must have with his wife, right? Right…that was my story and I was sticking to it.

Thirty minutes later, a black sleek car pulled up in my driveway. I told my parents I was leaving, grabbed my house keys and walked out to the car. The headlights were on high beam so I nearly stumbled on a path I’d been taking for the pass twenty years from my front door to the driveway. Embarrassing. I composed myself and continued my walk of shame. When I opened the door and took the seat next to him, a sweet cherry scented aroma and a burst of cold air greeted me. My nipples puckered instantly and I honestly couldn’t’t say if it was from the AC or the proximity to the body next to me. I could almost taste my pulse quickening in my throat as I said hi and latched my seatbelt. What a wimp I was; doing all my best to keep from making eye contact in the dimly lit car, but he had not responded to my greeting; in fact he was unnervingly silent. Too curious to be comfortable, I looked up slowly into the deep dark blue pools of his eyes and found them watching me with a look that I could not quite place. I knew there was some desire to it but there was something else. The silence broke me and I had to try again; maybe he wanted a more formal greeting. He was my boss now after all.

"Good evening Mr. Royce." I said; fighting my nerves for some control. He moved his eyes downward and I felt him sliding over my collar bone, the mounds of my breasts and the uneven bumps of my ribs. I felt him someplace more intimate as well and the very thought of it had me breathing through parted lips. He smiled slowly and his eyes made the trip to mine. He was content. It was all that look said; contentment. Carlos wasn't afraid to let me see what he evidently wanted, but I kept chanting in my mind that I couldn't embrace it. If I simply kept admonishing myself that he was married it would be enough help...to a certain extent.

"Carlos is fine, Alex." He said as he shifted the car into reverse and pulled out onto the main street. I have never hated silence like I did this very moment. After his suggestion to call him Carlos, there was nothing to follow up with. I can be shy at times but I really thought myself to be good in sociable atmospheres. Maybe that was why things were so quiet; this atmosphere felt too sexual. I found my pulse was still too rapid.
"What are you thinking about?” He asked; his voice making me wince.

"Well...nothing." I stumbled; an obvious lie. I mentally kicked myself for sounding so excited and for spacing out. He gave me a knowing look, taking his eyes off the road for a brief moment and beaming those pearly gems back at me.

"Okay. If you say so, but I know better." He finished with a chuckle.

Another ten minutes later, and we were standing at the back door that led to the studio. He rummaged with the keys as I looked about and saw that there was a light in a window to the far right. Apparently someone was home and it was safe to say that it was the depressingly existing wife of my loin’s desire. My pulse quickened at the thought of being in the same room with this irresistible man and his wife was only a few doors down the hall.

"Uh...where are the other members?" I asked as he opened the door and we stepped into the empty soundproof recording room. It was dark but I was listening to him rummage with another key. How he was going to find it was beyond me. I was tempted to use the backlight on my cell phone but surprisingly, he got it.

"They'll be here in a bit shortly; we’re just a bit early."

I followed Carlos through another set of doors and entered the main studio. Once the light got switched on, I found myself headed for the large sofa and grabbing up a pillar. He he turned on the ductless AC over the entrance with a remote and booted up his machines and computers. By no wicked intent but random glancing, my eyes drifted over the swell in his pants, and as a result I turned beet red. Again I chanted that he was married. I had to shake it off and sit still in the chair; failing to slow my breathing.

"I still want to know what you are thinking. I can tell there's something on your mind." She flinched at the sound of his voice and looked up to see him locking a door that led to the other side of the house. God, I was trapped in that damn room and it nothing to sate my urges to grab him and let him take me hard on that sofa.

'He is Married damn it!' The thought rung out in my her head.

"Nothing still...really. I'm just hoping that the members of the group will like me, that's all"

"Oh they will. I already like you...a lot."He said not forgetting to stretch the last two words. His eyes slowly moved down to my breast with no attempts to be subtle and I watched the slow smile creep onto his face as my breast heaved with my rapid breathing. His stares; I could feel them caressing my body and just that wicked thought mad my nipples grow hard beneath my T-shirt. Carlos’ gaze narrowed more when he saw the hard, small peaks and I simply wanted to scream from the tension in the room. Lust...raw, sensual, flaming lust was burning in his eyes, and I was confident m eyes echoed the same thing. There was the little voice in my head poking and lecturing me to look away and clear my mind before the others came, but easier said than done! I never felt some one observe me with so much passion in all the twenty-two years of my life. It could have all been in my head, but I was overwhelmed and turned on from it. I wanted to do something about it at least twice on that sofa before the group members pooped up. Seeing his grip tighten on the chair handle, I knew that it was a clear sign that I wasn’t the only one in the room with these naughty thoughts. Carlos wanted me and I needed him like something wicked.

 


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