Hollywood After Dark Ch. 03

"Go ahead," I heard him crackle at me through the headphones. Taking a deep breath, I started from the beginning of the song.

It was only 30 minutes later that we completed the recording of the music track, mixing and everything. My acoustic guitar sound had been distorted slightly and there was some heavy bass echoing behind it, but there was no mistaking in my mind the sound of it as being my own. Bill congratulated me on getting it done so well, then sent the other technician to go get Beyonce for the vocals.

He returned a few minutes later with Beyonce in tow, drinking from a bottle of water. She too looked surprised.

"Damn girl, I barely had time to sit down and relax before you finished up. Are you one of those musical prodigies or something?" she asked.

"Not that I know of. I just play it as I read it, that's all," I said shyly. Beyonce walked over to me, patting me on the back.

"Well damn, that's great. Now let's go in there and tear up the words just as fast, ok Petty?" she said, smiling as we walked back into the recording room. I felt giddy with excitement knowing that she had called me by my name.

The next few hours went pretty well, not as good as the music track but better than I think anyone expected. My voice was no match for Beyonce's (a fact that Bill told me flat out about), but she seemed supportive of my efforts to try anyways. The track started out slow, with me singing the intro, followed by an upscale disco style beat that was where Beyonce's smooth vocals came in and took over. I provided some backing chorus which would be distorted slightly as a sort of sampling sound, but all and all the recording was like a dream come true. I had always envisioned when I was younger the day when I might get to record something with a big star. At the time of course it had been someone like Micheal Jackson or New Kids on the Block or one of those laughable acts now that definitely dotted my time growing up, but now being here with the star of the musical moment Beyonce, there was hardly anything else I could have asked for.

As we finished up, my voice exhausted from singing the same line over and over again, I said my goodbyes and left the studio on Cloud 9, anxious to come back the next day to start work on my own album. I was surprised to hear footfalls behind me as I walked towards the elevator however; turning my head to look, I saw Beyonce hustling to catch up to me.

"Hey girl, great job today. I just wanted to say that," she said sweetly.

"Thanks Beyonce, that really means a lot to me," I said. It was the truth.

"Listen, you ever seen a penthouse suite before?" Beyonce said, leaning against the frame of the elevator, holding it open with her hand.

"No, why?"

"Well I just so happen to be staying in the one at the Hilton downtown, if you'd perhaps like to accompany me there for a celebratory drink," she said, her other hand resting on the hip of her jeans.

I immediately thought of this as something that Alex would want to come to, but then I quickly remembered the bitter argument from the night before. Jesus, why had Alex drifted into my thoughts? It wasn't enough that I was happy doing my own thing now, why was my mind making me think about him and how he held me back?

"Yes, I'd love to," I said, Beyonce stepping into the elevator with me. We rode down to the first floor and as the doors opened, Beyonce took my hand.

"Come on girl, let's go have some fun!"

The penthouse suite was just as imagined it would be: lavish, exquisitely decorated and virtually anything you could ever want there in the room for you: three big screen tv's with DVD players, a piano, a gorgeous view out into a wooded valley below on the outskirts of the city, a massive marble bathroom and two separate bedrooms, each with huge king sized beds.

I walked around the room in amazement as Beyonce went to pour us some drinks out of the fully furnished kitchen and bar. Returning a moment later with two champagne glasses, she handed one to me.

"Here's to your new career. May it last forever," she said, smiling at me as we clinked glasses. I downed the champagne, enjoying the expensive taste of it. Anything that Beyonce wanted it seemed, she could get. We walked over to the Italian leather sofa and sat down, leaning against the back as we sipped our champagne.

We sat there talking and laughing about anything and everything for hours; old boyfriends, scumbags in the industry and even what it was like growing up for us.

"All I'm saying is that black girls have it much harder growing up than white girls," Beyonce said, finishing off her champagne. She quickly refilled hers and topped off mine, which was now my fourth glass. I could feel the pleasant heat of the alcohol making me a little drunk, but I still felt in complete control of myself.

"I don't know," I said in disagreement. "I mean, little white girls are always the target it seems of all these kidnappings and what not. You don't hear about black or Hispanic girls getting kidnapped now do you?"

Beyonce sipped her champagne. "That's true. And that's what is so fucked up about the media. Black girl gets taken, it's page 10 news. White girl, why shit...all the news networks are all over it,"

I nodded in agreement, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to me as I yawned a little sleepily.

"You're not falling asleep on me are you?" Beyonce said, looking at me curiously.

"No, I'm just relaxed is all," I said, leaning back against the sofa with my head, my arm extended out as it held the glass.

"If you want to get relaxed, you have GOT to try that Jacuzzi bath in their," Beyonce said. "That thing will soothe any and every ill ever inflicted on you after just a few minutes,"

"Really? Oh, but I shouldn't I mean this is your suite and all,"

"Damn straight it is! And since it's mine for another week or so, I get to say who gets to use the spa bath. And right now, I'm saying it's you," she said, doing a little head bob action in mock anger.

I laughed and Beyonce smiled at me. "We can take one together if you want," she said, the question not as innocent sounding as when it first passed her lips.

She must have seen my reluctance, for she was quick to make concessions.

"I mean, if you want to. If not, it's cool, you can go take one by yourself and use one of the robes hanging in the closet. I was just thinking since I want to relax as well, and since it's not like there is nothing that either one of us have that the other hasn't seen before..." she said, trailing off.

"I don't mind. Just come here and show me how to work the spa part," I said, standing up from the couch.

"Girl, you are one crazy bitch, you know that?" Beyonce said, following me into the bathroom.

When the water was all set a few minutes later, Beyonce seemed to waist no time getting out of her clothes. Unbuckling the thick belt that held her tight jeans up, Beyonce shimmied her legs out of them and let them fall to the floor of the marble bathroom, leaving her in just the baseball t-shirt and a pair of hot pink panties.

I followed her lead and took off my dress as well, moving as she moved as I took off my blouse while she lifted off the t-shirt. Finally we were both down to our last garments and as Beyonce pushed her panties down, revealing a neatly trimmed pussy beneath her hard, washboard abs, she took off her bra and flung it away before stepping into the bubbling tub.

I removed my panties and felt a little modest as I stepped into the tub on the opposite side of Beyonce, her eyes watching me as I moved. I flinched a little bit at the temperature of the water as I put my leg in but as I quickly adjusted to it, it felt great against me, allowing me to feel more comfortable as I slid down further into the water.

Soon both Beyonce and I were up to our breasts in the water as we lay back against the side of the tub, relaxing, our legs laying side by side of one another. Beyonce had wrapped her hair in a towel to keep it from getting wet, giving her an interesting appearance as she sat there in the water. Her chocolate brown skin was glistening with moisture, her dark brown nipples bobbing just above the surface of the water, and little bits of steam rose from around her body as the moisture touched her neck and face, a look of complete relaxation on it. The contrast between her dark body and the white towel was striking, but I couldn't help but notice that she looked like some beautiful African queen sitting there, enjoying a hot bath. Beyonce's almond eyes were beautiful and gazing at her body through the bubbling water brought out within me for the first time consciously (my encounter with Eliza Dushku didn't count) that I was physically attracted to Beyonce.

She had been right about the temperature and the soothing effects of the water though. With the addition of the champagne, every muscle in my body felt completely relaxed as I didn't even have the energy to recline against the tub, instead letting the water float me.

We laid like that for a few minutes, both of us savoring the feel of the water, before Beyonce finally leaned forward with a minimal splash. I opened my eyes to look at her as she scooted forward in the tub.

"Here Petty, wash my back for me will you? Try not to get the towel too wet," she said, producing a sponge from under the water as she handed it to me. I nodded and moved towards her, having to open my legs wide around her own just to be able to sit down behind her. I felt a little uncomfortable with the fact that as I moved closer to her and our legs touched one another’s, my pussy open slightly with excitement as I leaned into her back just to wash her, but I was thankful that our lower bodies were under water and the wetness I could feel wouldn't be felt by Beyonce.

Pouring water in rivulets down her back, I gently massaged her skin. Beyonce sighed and relaxed at my touch, her body mine to use and touch however I wanted to with the sponge, it's soft but rough surface soaking suds into her skin. I felt encouraged by Beyonce's relaxation at my touch and I gently leaned into her more, pushing her body down more at the waist as I moved my hand down her lower back and towards her ass underwater.

As my hand paused there for a moment over her ass, the churning water signifying the final step from perhaps just-friends to lovers. I held my breath slightly as I gently lowered my hand down into the water with the sponge, slowly but hopefully not too deliberately rubbing it against the cleft in her ass and down to her cheeks, feeling the "bootylicious" flesh beneath me as I scrubbed the sponge across it.

Beyonce startled me by suddenly climbing up onto her knees in the tub, thrusting her ass out almost directly in my face as she leaned against the side for balance.

"You won't get it clean when it's underwater girl," she said. I said nothing in reply and slowly returned my hand to her ass, this time able to get a better feel and touch it more (however "accidentally" it might have seemed) as I worked more soap into tight, firm ass. In the position she was in however, it wasn't just her ass that was in my face.

Her legs were pulled tightly to, but I could see her mound between her two thighs, the opening to her pussy staring me almost directly in the face. Like the rest of her, it was an incredibly beautiful thing: the outer labia and lips were a slightly lighter brown than the rest of her body, but just beneath them, peeking out just barely, I could see the pink flesh of her inner walls looking at me, seemingly being begged to be touched.

I stopped myself, shaking my head as I dipped the sponge back into the water. What was I thinking? I wasn't a lesbian! I didn't want to be branded as one this early on in my career either, even if it wasn't true. That sort of thing could haunt me forever.

Still though...looking at her snatch again, I couldn't help but feel my nipples harden in excitement at the "What if?" possibilities. What if I was just to accidentally brush my hand over her cunt? What if a finger was to accidentally slip inside of her? What if...

Again shaking the thoughts away, I gave her ass one final scrub and then squeezed the sponge out of water directly over her ass to wash away the suds. Though it was not intentional in the slightest, the water from the sponge hit on her skin just right that it's warm descent went from the crack in her ass all the way down the length of her pussy, where a few final stray bubbles came to land. Beyonce moaned as the water traced over her snatch, wiggling her ass just slightly as the last drips subsided.

"Ooh, that felt good girl! Do that again?" she said, her head still turned away.

"Do what again?" I asked.

"That little trick you just did with the water. You know what I'm talking about," Beyonce said, turning around to look at me and watch my actions. I had no choice now; I had to repeat exactly what I did.

Dipping my hand into the water, I made sure the sponge soaked up some suds and then I rang it out gently over Beyonce's ass once again, the water cascading down the smoothness of her body like a gentle water fall.

"YEAAHH! That's it!" she said, shaking her ass again. "One more time,"

I repeated the process and found myself getting incredible turned on by this entire thing. As I poured the water over her, I noticed that Beyonce's legs had widened a few inches and that more water was rushing over her widening snatch than before. The pink from her cunt was opening more and more like a delicate flower now, a picture of perfection.

Setting the sponge down again to continue the process, Beyonce reached down and took it from my hand.

"No, now it's your turn," she said. I turned around in the tub with my back to Beyonce, hoping my quickly beating chest wouldn't be too obvious as I felt her settle down behind me in the same position that I had been in with her. Her legs were longer than mine so when she finally was comfortable, I glanced down through the water and saw the smoothness of her long black legs contrasted against my own white skin. My attention was quickly diverted however as she squeezed the sponge of water over the top of my head, making me lower it as water coursed through my hair and down my neck, finally dripping off at my shoulders.

Beyonce leaned in closer to me, her breasts pressing against my back as she started to soak me from head to toe, one sponge full of water at a time. Rubbing the sponge up and down my neck, my long blonde hair now completely wet, she scrubbed gently against my shoulders with the sponge, dipping her hand smoothly down to the cleavage just above my breasts. She was sweeping her hand over me with the sponge, washing my body slowly and deliberately as she touched my shoulders, my arms, my hands, with the skin smoothening softness of the soap.

My breath caught in my throat as I felt her place her hand over my breast. Beyonce leaned hard into me now, pushing her pussy against my ass, leaving no doubt in my mind about what she wanted to do to me. She held her hand against my breast for just an agonizing second before continuing her circular motion downward and over to the other. I shuddered as she stroked my stomach with her hand, no sound in the room except for my excited breathing and the occasional sloshing of water.

Abandoning the sponge now, Beyonce slid her hand and her long fingernails down my tummy towards my pussy beneath the water, her fingertips smooth on my stomach as they made their way down. I almost came right then and there as I felt her finger touch my slit, sliding over the opening as her hand moved downward on my body, coming to rest on the floor of the tub as she cupped my cunt in her hand.

Beyonce pressed her hand against my pussy as she wrapped her other arm around my shoulders and pulled me back against her body. The pressure was amazingly stimulating as she simply squeezed and flexed her fingers over my cunt, the excitement of my inner lips just begging for penetration of some kind. I glided back against her, feeling her arm press up under my breasts, the nipples rubbing against her arm as she held me. Turning my head up to look at her, she smiled down at me for a moment before lowering her mouth to mine and kissing me passionately.

I opened my lips for her own and our tongues wrestled with each other there in the tub, Beyonce teasing my snatch with her hand, causing my lower body to buck upwards towards her each time she squeezed, my nipples now hard as they grazed her arm. Beyonce's mouth was still sweet with the taste of champagne and her tongue was soft as it caressed my own. I had moved my hand to the side of her face where I was caressing it and her hair with my fingers, our bodies writhing in the water and probably spilling more water out than we were keeping in.

I felt one of Beyonce's fingers extend inward toward me, slipping easily into my well adjusted and eagerly waiting pussy, the thickness of her digit not as nearly pleasure bringing as the length of it. Her fingers were long by most women's standards, but when they were being put to good use inside of you, you tended to overlook the negative aspects of something like that. She penetrated me down to the last knuckle, wiggling her finger inside of me back and forth, making my legs thrash slightly in the water as she stroked my inner wall.

Finally breaking the kiss, I simply stared into Beyonce's eyes as she continued to move her hand slowly around inside of me.

"Come on, let's go to the bedroom," she said, releasing her finger from within me as she helped me climb out of the tub along with her. Taking a pair of towels from a nearby rack, we proceeded to dry each other off with them (though neither of us got very dry, for we couldn't keep our hands off of each other) and then Beyonce took me by the hand for the second time that day and led me down the hall to one of the massive bedrooms.

Flipping on a light switch, there was a chandelier hanging over the bed, it's white comforter and blankets still neatly arranged on the bed. This didn't seem to bother Beyonce one bit however as she jumped onto the bed and pulled me with her, both of us bouncing a bit as we collided into each other. Somehow, Beyonce landed on top of me, the white towel from her hair now gone as she looked down into my eyes.

She smiled again, that same dazzling smile that I knew was part of why she was famous. Turning her mouth slightly, Beyonce kissed me again, placing her hands aside my head to lift my face up to meet hers. I moved my own arms down her back as I grabbed and squeezed her ass during the most heated moments of our making out. I could feel Beyonce grinding her dancers body into my own, feeling her pussy rub up and down against my wet and fully aroused cunt.

Our breasts were crushed together as she lay atop me, planting kisses on my neck and face, I doing the same for her. Sliding my hand down further along her ass, I traced the tip of my index down her ass to Beyonce's pussy. She spread her legs wider for me, allowing two of my fingers to dip inside of her hole. I pushed my finger into her and at the same time lifted myself upward on the bed, turning the tables on Beyonce as she laid down on the bed now, my body holding her down.

Removing my hand, I brought it to my face as I saw a slight wetness of her juices on my finger tips. A sudden rush of excitement hit me then and before I even knew what I was doing, I was licking her sweet fluids from my hand. The taste was wonderful, something I had forgotten about since my last encounter with Eliza just a few weeks earlier. I kissed down Beyonce's hard stomach before making my way towards her neatly trimmed pussy.

Placing my hand on her lips, I used two fingers to hold her labia open before placing my mouth against it and burrowing my tongue inward. Beyonce bucked on the bed, moaning loudly as I licked into her cunt, lapping up her now readily flowing juices. I pressed my lips as hard as I could against her snatch, sticking my tongue so far in that it hurt to move it any more, and then proceeded to lick her clit and pussy for all I could. I certainly didn't have much experience in doing this, but that didn't seem to bother Beyonce. She took my hair in her hand and squeezed it tightly around her fist, holding onto it as she pulled and mashed my face deeper into her cunt.