Twin Hearts Ch. 02

This time, he was very much on edge. Unlike before, he couldn't blend into the background and treat it like a fancy social event. People came up to wish him luck, big names and industry veterans, whilst rival executives honed in on him to talk to him about Twin Hearts. It was a surreal experience all round, and didn't do anything to calm his nerves.

He was having a drink in the lobby with Iva when Sam arrived, along with her girlfriend, Cassie. Sam looked the picture of elegance in her long blue gown, with a latticed silver headband and bracelets giving her an aristocratic look. Cassie was looking equally stylish in dark green dress, but she lacked the poise of her girlfriend, positively bouncing around in her excitement to be attending. Paul couldn't help but smile at the sight - Cassie was a good kid, and she complimented Sam well. Someone who could puncture Sam's often lazy cynicism in a positive fashion, and with more than enough backbone to stand up for herself.

Ashley arrived not long later with her parents in tow, along with Jasmin and Xiaoli, who had been doing makeup work with Twin Hearts since the very start.

Paul found his eye drawn to Ashley immediately. She had teased him all week about what she was going to wear, without ever giving him a straight answer. He couldn't help but fall into her trap, despite the hundreds of costumes he had seen her wearing in the time they had worked together.

Her dress was a shimmering silver, clinging tightly to her svelte figure and showing off hips that no boy had any right to have. It was a little more reserved in length than much of her usual fare, ending a little above the knee, but the strappy top still left her shoulders and arms bare. Her long blonde hair had been teased into gentle curls, with a few bangs drawn forward to frame her face.

She smirked at him as she caught him staring, before doing a round of introductions for her parents. Paul had met them a few times before - nice people, but very indulgent towards their eldest son.

Not long after Mikki arrived with her sister and elder brother accompanying her, the group moved on into the main hall for the show proper.

The show passed in a bit of a blur as a succession of acts came and went to collect their awards. As expected, the various winner largely followed in line with the pre-show favourites, and he clapped dutifully for each. The fact that the bookies seemed to be on the money did little to calm his nerves - the betting had been pretty close for their categories, and the girls were certainly in the running if not outright favourites.

As the girls were up for two of the major awards they had to wait anxiously until the closing stages of the ceremony. Paul had lost track of the running order entirely, and was jolted upright when the host announced the Best New Artist award.

A hush fell over their table, the quiet chatter falling away as everyone's attention swivelled to the stage. Across the table he could see the girls clustered together, Ashley in the middle with Mikki and Sam hold one hand each. To Sam's right, Cassie bounced anxiously in her chair, gripping Sam's other hand, whilst Phoebe held her little brother's arm over the other side. They all looked so excited and hopeful, he wanted nothing more than for them to have a happy ending. For a moment, Ashley caught his eye, giving him a strained, but exuberant grin.

The host started reading through the nominees, with Twin Hearts getting an enthusiastic reception from the crowd - helped in no small part by a slightly tipsy Jasmin. Paul's foot bounced manically with nerves, and it took Iva elbowing him in the ribs to remind him not to hold his breath.

"I know everyone here tonight has a great future ahead of them," the host said as she held up the golden envelope, "but we can only have one winner tonight. Good luck everyone!"

She handed the envelope over to her guest for this award, a popular singer-songwriter who had won the same gong a few years previously.

"Good luck!" he echoed as he tore open the seal.

Paul's leg continued to bounce and his knuckles were white as he balled his fists on the table. This was it - if they were going to win anything, this was surely the one. Even Iva, usually so unflappable, was straining with anticipation. His heart pounded fitfully in his chest, adrenaline flooding him with useless energy.

"And the winner of the LBTV Choice Best New Artist award for this year is..." dramatic pause, the bastard, "Twin Hearts!"

For a moment, the whole world stopped and the all noise around him fell away. They'd done it. They'd actually done it. Best new artist. Novelty acts didn't win that. It was the real deal.

He'd played his part, of course, but this was the girl's win. He felt himself grinning like an idiot.

A huge cheer went up around their table, and Paul was brought back into the world, feeling light headed as he looked around. Across the table the girls had collapsed into an excited huddle of tearful hugs and smiles, sharing the moment between the three of them alone. The other guests were somewhere on a spectrum between stunned amazement and jumping for joy. Beside him Iva seemed just as dazed as he was, whist Jasmin had pulled Xiaoli to her feet to dance a little jig. All around their table eyes hard turned their way, and Paul could feel the good will directed their way.

Leaning forward, he waved a hand.

"Hey girls. Best not keep them waiting."

After a moments flustered confusion, the three made their way up to the stage to collect their award, loud applause greeting them as they did so. All three wore huge smiles, and Ashley and Sam both looked a little teary.

After a short acceptance speech, each girl taking time to profusely thank their fans, family and colleagues, they returned to the table, Mikki proudly clutching the golden trophy. The three mobbed him with hugs as they passed, and he responded by gathering them all up in his arms in one happy, giggling bundle.

When the best single award came around no one was really concerned when they lost out to a more established act. Nice though it would have been, they were already on cloud nine, and missing out on an extra reward wasn't going to bring the mood down in the slightest.

The ceremony culminated with the best album and best artist awards, and then broke for the afterparty.

For the next couple of hours Paul finally let himself fully relax and enjoy the moment. A tension he hadn't even been aware of had been lifted from his shoulders and, surrounded by colleagues and friends he had worked with over the years, it was time to just be happy.

For much of the evening it was like the three girls were holding court amongst the assembled industry bods. Everyone wanted to come up and congratulate them, talk about their career, or even make subtly snide comments about their crossdressing. If Paul had been popular before the ceremony, the reflected glory that had fallen upon him was dazzling now. Most seemed to be genuinely interested in the Twin Hearts story, and his part in it all, but he could smell ulterior motives on the air too.

The night was drawing close to midnight when he noticed Ashley making her rounds, saying goodnight to the many remaining guests who were still making the most of LBTV's largesse.

As she passed close to him, Ashley swept her arms around for a hug. Paul hugged her back, smiling cheerfully. As he went to release her, Ashley's grip tightened, drawing him closer.

"I'm in room 339." She whispered into his ear, "Come up in half an hour."

And in a flash, she had disengaged, stepping back. She looked up at him, a confident smile on her face, before turning away.

Paul's own smile felt more like a rictus grin painted onto his face, but he strove to maintain his composure as Ashley swept around the rest of the room saying her farewells. For Paul, the party faded into the background.

Her room. She...she could only mean one thing, surely? And if she did...what would he do about it?

His rational mind demanded he laugh it off, go back to his own room and get some sleep. If Ashley truly meant to take whatever it was they had to another level, he should have nothing to do with it. He'd sucked her off more times than he liked to consider, but that always had the faint veneer of necessity about it, however much he knew it was bullshit. If he went tonight...

He would be going to a man's hotel room with the intent of having sex with him.

What would sex with Ashley even be like? Even his rational mind, at this point, could acknowledge that he found Ashley intensely attractive, but that was her appearance as a woman coupled with her flirtatious personality. Beneath the beautiful dresses - or skimpy pop star getup - there was still the body of a boy. A slender, lithe, long legged boy with hips that defied explanation, but a boy nonetheless.

That, and a cock that dwarfed Paul's own.

His rational made was made up; he definitely couldn't go.

But if his rational mind had been in charge when dealing with Ashley he would never have been in this position to start with. For thirty minutes he stayed, making idle small talk with the rest of the crew, his mind studiously constrained to the goings on of the party.

Then, he made his goodbyes, and left.

His feet carried him on autopilot even as he argued with himself, through the hotel lobby and to the elevator. Was he really doing this? Was he really going to sleep with Ashley?

Maybe it had been a joke. Maybe Ashley would just laugh at him and send him on his way.

But he didn't think so. And still he went.

Ashley's room was as the far end of the hallway on the third floor, and he felt anxious the whole way, as though he were committing some crime. Thankfully, the place seemed deserted, most of the guests still enjoying the party below.

He came to a stop outside her door, heart pounding, and knocked quietly before his nerve could break.

He was greeted by silence for a few long seconds, before the door cracked open.

"Come in." Ashley said softly.

Paul slipped inside, and she pushed the door closed behind him.

"What took you so long?" Ashley stood with her back to the door, grinning up at him. She was still dressed in her sleek sliver dress, although one strap was now loose, hanging down her upper arm and leaving one shoulder bare. Paul swallowed hard, suddenly aroused at such a casual thing.

"You said thirty minutes." He replied, relieved at how steady his voice was.

"Mhmm." Ashley hummed, stepping forward to lean against him, "I didn't think you'd be able to resist that long."

"Oh really?" He said, "Confident, aren't you?"

"Well, you're here." Body pressed tantalisingly against his chest, Ashley looked up at him and smirked.

"I guess," he muttered, "I'm not sure why."

Ashley giggled, putting one hand over her mouth cutely.

"Say, do you want a drink?" Spinning away, Ashley stepped out of the small hallway into the main room. Paul followed warily.

The room was relatively large for a hotel, but certainly no suite. At the near end was a large couch facing a flat screen television, alongside a comfortable looking armchair. Ashley stood at the counter on his left, and at the far end of the room was a large double bed.

"So," Ashley turned to him, sloshing a bottle, "drink? It's just cava, can you believe that?"

"Er, sure. What's wrong with cava?"

"Nothing, I like it. But it's a bit cheap, right? I thought this was a classy place for us important celebs."

Paul chuckled at her false indignation, and she grinned back at him.

"Probably just LBTV being tight arses," he said, "Champagne's for important people. You know, like the execs."

"Jeez, and here's me thinking we'd made it." Ashley poured him a flute and Paul took it when she offered. After taking a long drink, she topped up her own glass too.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," Paul said, "Today is fantastic achievement, but you guys can go a lot further."

"I know, I know, but have some fun, jeez." Ashley laughed, "This is for you too, Paul. You've managed an award-winning group now. Celebrate!"

"I am, I am!" he laughed, and took a large swallow on cava as if to prove it. It was at least decent quality.

"I really appreciate it, you know?" Ashley said quietly, leaning back against the counter, taking another sip.

"I know, Ash." He replied.

"And I don't just mean you sucking my dick."

Paul's drink went down the wrong way, and suddenly he was bent double coughing. Every time! She couldn't just let a nice moment lie.

Laughing softly, Ashley trotted over to his side and started patting and rubbing his back as he coughed, trying to clear his windpipe.

"Sorry for teasing." She said, her voice full of amusement, "I can't help it. It's so cute the way you react."

Wheezing, Paul glared up at her.

"You know how...to spoil the mood." He gasped.

"Oh, we had a mood, did we?" Ashley grinned wickedly, and Paul could feel his cheeks colour.

"Not that kind of mood!" He said.

"What kind would that be?"

Glowering, Paul stood up again, clearing his throat.

"I'm your manager, Ashley. You just won a huge award. Can't we just be happy for a while? Without being weird?"

Ashley took a sip of cava, twirling one golden lock of hair around her finger.

"I am happy," she said quietly, "like, really happy. But you didn't come to my hotel room just to say well done."

"I..." Paul paused and looked away. When she said it like that...what had he come here for?

"We've been working hard for this, Paul. Why not have some fun to celebrate?"

Placing her glass on the counter Ashley moved to stand in front of him, taking his glass from his hand. She took his hands in hers, staring up at him, her blue eyes deceptively innocent and warm. She ran her thumbs across the back of his hands in an oddly comforting gesture.

It was impossible - what could he do? She was too pretty, too confident, too much everything for him. His heart thudded in his chest as her eyelashes fluttered and her red lips parted just so, and he could feel himself straining his pants.

"Come on, Paul." She whispered, "Play with me."

Like a bewitched thrall, Paul allowed himself to be led across the room towards the bed. Placing a hand on his chest, Ashley urged him to sit down. Then, to his surprise, she dropped to her knees before him.

"Someone looks excited." She looked at him archly, "So much for not being weird."

He let out a gasp as she pressed the heel of her palm to his crotch, squeezing down upon him.

"Fuck!"

Ashley smirked, and started to work on his belt. He could only stare with amazement as she undid the buckle, then popped open the clasp of his suit trousers.

"Up, up," she urged as she tugged at his waistband. He raised himself off the bed and in seconds she had his trousers and pants down, pulling of his shoes in the process.

In a moment he was exposed, and she knelt up once more, facing his crotch.

"Oh, not bad." Ashley's attention flicked from his cock up to meet his eyes, a small grin in place as ever. He could see the implication in that grin - not bad, but still well short of Ashley's.

"Look Ashley..."

"Hey, hey, don't worry!" she said quickly, her mischievous expression softening, "if I was worried about guys having a smaller dick than me I wouldn't have many options, would I?"

"Do we have to talk about that?"

"Nopers! We can have fun."

Ashley's hand on his cock tightened, and she started to slowly pump, holding his gaze as she did so. He released a slow breath, his already rock hard dick twitching in her small fist. He felt almost pinned by her eyes; finally she was on her knees before him rather than the other way around, and yet he still felt in her control.

"Does that feel good?" she whispered.

He nodded dumbly, reaching out a hand to stroke her luscious blonde lock. She leaned into his touch, eyes briefly fluttering closed.

For a few scant moments, Paul could imagine that this was in some way normal. The beautiful girl kneeling between his legs, her face content even as she saw to his needs. A young, up and coming star, lively and fun, choosing to spent her time with him.

So close to the truth, but still a fantasy; Ashley was the crazy reality.

"Are you warmed up?"

Still working him with her hand, Ashley lowered her head towards his cock, and Paul bit his lip in anticipation. With a soft him, she blew a stream of air onto his sensitive head.

"Ah," he gasped, more in surprise than anything, a shiver running up his spine.

Ashley smirked up at him.

"I hope I can live up to your standards."

Starting from the near the base, Ashley gave his cock a long, lascivious lick, her smouldering eyes locked on his as she did so. Just the feeling of her small tongue running along his length was enough to set him twitching, a trill of pleasure running through him. After all the times the position had been reversed, it was an indescribable thrill to have Ashley service him, but he wasn't sure how long he could last.

Wrapping her small mouth around him, she started to suck in earnest, her tongue probing against the tender underside of his shaft. After a moment, eyes still upturned towards his, she started taking him deeper, bobbing up and down as she did so. It was like his whole body had been enveloped in ecstatic warmth.

"Oooo-oh, fuck...Ashley." He gasped, burying his hands in her long, soft blonde locks. He could feel is orgasm approaching already, rolling in on the wave of sensation Ashley was stoking.

Ashley's eyes still glowed with warmth and lust as she worked him, one hand wrapped around the base of his cock. Paul tossed his head back, gasping in air, trying to last just a little longer under Ashley's skilled attention.

"You like that?" Ashley briefly broke away, sounding a little out of breath herself.

"God yes."

"Mhmm," she hummed, "you gonna cum?"

"Yes!" he said.

"All for little old me." Ashley gave him another brilliant smile, looking every inch the pop starlet, before lowering her mouth to his cock one more.

After a few seconds he felt a pressure at the base of his shaft, arching yet more tantalising pleasure through his body. Ashley was now massaging him firmly, pressing her thumb against him just below his cock. It was a somewhat alien feeling, but combined with the pleasure of her mouth not a bad one at all.

"Fuck...that's..." and then it hit him, "Ah...cumming!"

If Ashley heard him she paid no mind, continuing to bob and suck at his pole. Letting out a long, slow sigh, he leant back, propping himself up with his arms as he exploded in her mouth.

For a few moments he sat there, riding his orgasmic high and staring at the ceiling. The gasp of his breath and the soft squelching sound of Ashley's mouth was all he could hear.

Just as he started to come down, and his whole cock started to become tender to her attentions, Ashley pulled away. Still trembling, he said nothing, just allowing himself to calm. He could feel her soft breath on his now damp member.

"How was that?" Ashley asked quietly.

Paul looked down at her, still knelt patiently between his knees, her hands now clasped before her like a supplicant awaiting instruction. She gazed up at him, big blue eyes fixed on his, her cheeks slightly reddened with exertion or arousal or both. There was no sign of his load; clearly she had swallowed it without a fuss.

"Fucking amazing, Ash," he groaned, and her face brightened.

"Hey, back up a bit."

At her urging, Paul edged back onto the bed, and Ashley followed him up, crawling up his body and shoving back on his shoulders so that they both topped backwards. Giggling, she splayed out on top of him, leaning against his chest. She was as light as any girl her had been with before, and her body atop his was instant comfortable, like a natural fit.