If you've ever watched Wiseguy and seen the "Dead Dog Records" arc, then you know who Winston Newquay is, if you haven't, I suggest that you try to see it. Winston owns a record company called Radiance Recordings. He is in a loveless marriage, loves money, and his *real* name is Samuel Fishbine. He's British, he's ruthless...he's played by Tim Curry.

This fic will (hopefully) be written in 2 parts. This part occurs before...well, if you've seen the show this occurs before what happens to him in the end of the arc. (I don't want to spoil things if you haven't seen it and it may make the story more interesting for you if I don't tell you). The second part which, has yet to be finished, takes place after Winston's little "episode" at the end of the arc.

Also there is no Diana Price in my fic...I like Debbie Harry, but she got on my nerves a little as this character. And, as with my other stories, this is not set in 1989, but in "today" therefore the fashion is better as is the technology.

"She's quite good," Winston Newquay commented. "Do you think that the whole girl pop star thing has been overdone yet?"

"That depends, Winston," the man next to him replied. "This one can sing and has the sex appeal thing kickin'."

"Kickin'? Yes, I suppose so."

The young singer was moving her body very provocatively on stage while the opening bars of her next song (Intimated by Britney Spears) were starting. "I see you over there," she seductively said to the beat of the music. "Don't be shy. Come here." She then began to sing, "You got that thing that I can't deny, so move it over here oh yeah. You're givin' signs that I recognize. Say what you want oh yeah." The music went from a hard driven beat to a softer, breezier feel. "Baby, there's something about you, show me that nothing can hold you down. Cuz I, I must confess I'm feeling you right now." She hopped off the stage as the beat returned. "So baby take a chance, and show your confidence. Oh baby, tell me who you are. You make my body scream; you make me believe that you're what I'm waiting for. Don't you be intimidated."

She had danced her way to where Winston was standing. She knew exactly who he was and was using what she had heard about him to her advantage. She had been told that sex was a weakness of his, so she laid it on very thick.

She began to sing again while grabbing onto Winston's tie. "Just be a man show me where you stand. Positivity, oh yeah. Oh, don't call my shot if you want me bad. (She slightly changed the following lyrics to provoke Winston.) And if my EGO zone no don't give up to fast." She left as the music went back to the breeziness.

"I need to sign that girl the moment she finishes." There was a fire blazing in Winston's eyes.

"She just totally played you, Winston. And it worked."

"It won't be playing for long," Winston sneered.

"What? That young, hot thing is gonna go for you? Winston, I think you're losing it, my friend."

'We'll see." The song ended and she was surrounded by people. Some were members of the press; some were members of her family. Winston managed to find his way into the center of the crowd and smiled at her.

"Quite a performance you gave, Miss Rawlings."

"I thought you'd like it, Mr. Newquay," she replied seductively. "Excuse me, everyone," she said over the crowd, "I believe that I have a bit of business to attend to, don't I, Mr. Newquay?"

"You certainly do." A large smile crossed his lips. He saw his wife, Claudia, out of the corner of his eye, she was drunk and he could've cared less. "So, Corrine, you seem to be familiar with who I am."

"Sure am. Follow me." She led him to the dressing room she was using for the night. She opened the door and let Winston in first. "Make yourself comfortable."

"Thank you," he said taking a seat on the couch. "I'll be blunt, Corrine, I like what I saw...and heard tonight. I want to sign you."

Corrine was pulling her hair up into a loose ponytail. "So, should I sign my soul over to the devil?" she asked playfully.

"Devil? Me?"

"I know all of your little secrets, Mr. Fishb...Newquay." She smiled.

"How do you know about that?" he asked standing up.

"I do my research. I don't want to end up broke, do I?" She walked over to him and nudged him to sit back down. Winston's eyes were roaming all over her body. Her outfit didn't leave very much to his imagination. She was wearing hip hugging leather pants that fit like a second skin and a midriff top that showed her flat, tan stomach. "I think you may start drooling soon if you don't redirect your eyes. I'll sign with you, Mr. Newquay..."

"Winston, please," he smiled, no longer angry.

"O.K., Winston, but I have a few conditions."

"And what are they?"

"First of all, I'll know if any cleans leave this country. I have friends, so don't even try it."

Winston smiled. "You're awfully good, but accusing me of something like that really slims down your chances of..."

"I've got hard copies of information about your other acts, don't try to intimidate me." Winston shrank back a bit. Why was it that she wasn't threatened by him? Everyone else was.

"All right," he said. "And the others?"

"You don't own me. I wear what I want, I sing what I want..." She put her mouth next to his ear and whispered, "I see whom I want." She traced her tongue down the outside of his ear. He shuddered. "So, do we have a deal?"

"You're very persuasive. I'll have the contract drawn up tomorrow morning. Be at my office at nine."

"Oh, I don't take orders either. Ask me nicely, Winston."

He knew he should play her game. "Would you...please come by my office at nine tomorrow morning?"

"I'd be glad to." She ran her fingers through his hair. "Thank you, Winston." He thought she was going to kiss him, so he moved closer to her. "Now, I believe that you have a drunken wife making a spectacle of herself out there. See you in the morning." She walked out of the dressing room leaving Winston both turned on and furious.

He went back out to everyone else, and there was Claudia yelling at one of the bartenders. "Get her in the limo!" Winston screamed to his bodyguard.

Corrine was busy telling her family about signing with Winston. She was all smiles and blew him a kiss as he left. He hardly wanted to go home with his drunken wife.

"You sign her, Winston?" Claudia asked loudly.

"Yes."

"She'd better keep her hands off of you, or I'll have to have a little talk with her."

"You're not going to talk to anyone, Claudia. I'm so sick and tired of you always having to make a fool of yourself in public! God, do you have any idea what it's like to always have someone informing me that my wife is in a drunken stupor?"

"Shut up, Winston."

"I'm sending you to rehab tomorrow, Claudia. I won't send people in to 'fix you' anymore at home." Winston wasn't even looking at her when he spoke.

"Please, baby, don't do that. I'll stop, I swear." She reached down towards his crotch, but he pushed her hand away.

"That's not going to work tonight, Claudia. My mind's made up."