Six: Tonight

"Chris, isn't that that broad from last night?" Bill grinned, taking in the very bored look on her face before shaking his head and returning to the paperwork Chris had just finished signing. He was part of the judge panel for this spring break talent gig. Paid well, sunny beaches, and would be aired on MTV, good press.

"Where?" Chris turned his head, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of none other than his delicious Samantha. She was in a plain black dress, seated at a table in front of a man and looking bored out of her mind. The man was talking and she wasn't listening, looking around the restaurant, raising a brow. "Is she in the talent show?" With her voice, he imagined she was.

"She was supposed to be, but her mother called and forced us to pull out. Said she had family obligations to meet."

"Is that right?" Chris stroked his chin thoughtfully, a smirk curving his lips. "Put her back on the list. I'll make sure she's there. And she's going to win. You should hear this woman sing."

"I have." He was there too."You sure about that?"

"Positive. Do it."

Bored out of her mind was an understatement. Paul had officially lost her attention. He hadn't even noticed when she had interrupted him, twice. She pushed back from the table. "Excuse me, I need to powder my nose." She murmured, grabbing her purse and headed straight for the ladies restroom at the back of the restaurant. Actually, she was going to go sit on the bench in said bathroom and play Bejeweled on her cell phone, maybe chat with Maria for about ten minutes. She was fairly certain he wouldn't miss her a bit.

Chris noticed her get up to go to the restroom and smirked, knowing that was the perfect opportunity to catch her. "Be right back, Bill." He didn't wait for the man to respond and was up on his feet, heading through the tables on the upper floor and made his way down. The women and men's restroom were exactly across from each other in the hallway, so when Chris 'slipped' into the women, nobody blinked or bat an eyelash. There she was, sitting on the couch the restroom provided, playing with her phone. "Well don't you clean up nice, Sammy."

"Jesus Christ!" Sam scrambled to catch her cell when she dropped it. The LAST person she expected to waltz into a women's bathroom was him. Standing upright, she stared at him, a burst of color blossoming in her cheeks. "What- what are you doing in here?" Because she knew for a fact, he had a penis. She shoved her cell back into her purse, clearing her throat. Better question: had he followed her in here? That seemed really arrogant though, she was a nobody.

"I spotted you from my dinner table and figured I'd come say hello and have a chat with you." Chris sat down on the couch and pulled her down with him, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "One of the guys that's running the whole talent show told me your mommy pulled you out for family obligations. So you signed up for it originally – singing, right?" She nodded, and he smiled, stroking the back of her neck. "Such a lovely singing voice you have too. Well guess what, buttercup, you're back in it. I put your name on the list and I expect you to be there front and center with that beautiful voice of yours. You can tell your family and boyfriend to stick their plans up their ass."

"I seriously doubt they'd even hear me." Samantha laughed, shaking her head. "Our tickets are already here, I do have to go home…" And spend a week with Paul, in a guest cabin. And do boring dinner parties, and that sort of shit. "Besides, I entered but I was never sure if I would actually do it…" Stage fright was real. Sam reached back, grabbing at his hand. "Quit it, you-" She began giggling when an older woman walked in, sniffed at them and then walked right back out. "You shouldn't be in here, Chris."

"No, you're not backing out on me. I'm not leaving this bathroom, no matter who walks in here, until you agree to come to the talent show. Fuck your parents and your boyfriend. You can take a later flight out and I'll even pay for it." Chris caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, the smile never leaving his face. "Just think, with your boy gone, I can fuck you after the talent show. It'll be a celebration if you win." He had no doubt in his mind she would. "I wouldn't mind a repeat of last night with you."

"I'm sure you have dozens of women lined up, and we shouldn't be in here." Samantha was fully expecting someone to come tell them to get the Hell out, stepping away from him. "It was um, nice seeing you again." Not exactly how she'd term it, but she had to either go back to Paul and suffer a second meal or, and this was terrible, she was honestly contemplating bailing on him, having a server give him some excuse about upset stomach or something.

"Then come with me. We can take a walk or something and talk. You need to do this talent show. You wouldn't have signed up in the first place if you didn't want to do it. Your mother is the one who pulled you out of it, not yourself." Chris hooked her arm through his firmly, smiling at the maître d that came their way and quickly told him to tell her boyfriend she went home sick. They were out of the restaurant in record time, which was down by the beach and began walking along the water's edge in the moonlight. "Do you let your parents dictate every aspect of your life?"

"Usually, they leave me alone. But then again, I also don't usually stay on-campus for my breaks." Sam admitted, stopping to bend down and remove her stupid low heeled shoes, carrying them in her free hand and enjoyed the feel of the water on her now bare feet. "My mother is… very stubborn." Actually, the woman could be downright scary, she was a businesswoman intent on making an empire.

Sounded like Samantha was stuck when it came to her family and he wondered just what kind of plans her mother had for her. "You're also an adult capable of making your own decisions. You need to stand up to your family. I did and look how I turned out, a rock star, baby! They can kiss the darkest part of my ass."

If only it were that easy, she thought, watching as he twirled before kicking water at her, eyes widening. "A rock star who is splashing some random chick!" She returned it, laughing when it was his turn for his eyes to narrow. "Quit worrying about my life, Rockstar." Because he would be out of it just as abruptly as he had come into it. She would bet money on it. They were coming up on a pier and Sam moved beneath it, wrapping her arm around the wooden post that supported the dock above them. "Don't you have better things to be doing?"

"Not really." He shed his jacket, tossing it away from the incoming water and watched as her purse and shoes followed. I'd much rather spend time with you than in that stuffy ass place talking about a talent show you will win." Chris sounded so confident and nonchalant, eyeing her shrewdly. "And I'll worry about your life if I want to, Sammy. Nothing you can do about it." He walked up to her, tilting her head slightly and angled his mouth over hers, passionately kissing her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and yanked her flush against his body, his hand cupping her backside. "You fucked me for a reason last night, despite being with someone, baby. You were looking for excitement and adventure, just like I said, and you want it again. I can see it written on your face. I could take you here and now on this beach, ever had sex on a beach?"

"No…" Sam had never had sex anywhere but in a bed until last night. "Seems, illegal." Those headlines in the morning paper, she entire face flushed, then the flush began moving down her neck and chest, feeling his hands going under her dress. She was damp again, and it had nothing to do with the water rolling over their feet either.

"Time to change that then, huh?" Nobody would come down here and she wasn't pushing him away, her body beginning to tremble just like it did the previous night. "I'm fucking you on this beach, Sammy."

She had considered asking him if he was joking but he wasn't. Sam allowed him to guide her down on the sand, trying not to think about what they could be laying on as his hands got busy removing her panties. She tried not to laugh when he actually tucked them into the back pocket of his now wet jeans. "Party favor?"

"Souvenir," He said without missing a beat, zipper undone and positioned himself between her thighs, his lips capturing hers again. "Feels good, doesn't it? Such a bad girl…" Chris purred in approval at her legs wrapping around his waist and kissed down her jaw to her neck, sliding home inside of her. "Tell me how it feels having my dick inside of you again…"

"Good! It feels good!" And the water was a bit cool, so the contrast was doing some weird, confusing things to her body. Second dress to be ruined, by him, and there would be no complaints from her. As another wave rolled through and over them, she shivered against him.

Pulling her dress down enough to expose her breasts, he was greeted with a delicious lack of underclothes. "No bra, you naughty girl…" He growled, taking a pert nipple in his mouth and suddenly rolled them to where she was on top, his hands gripping her hips. "Ride me, baby."

Ride him. This was another first, and when Sam first started moving, she was no longer okay with straight up missionary every Goddamn time. Missionary was nice, but this… this had it so he was angled against her G-Spot, a place Paul wouldn't know about even if he went looking with a flashlight. Because she had no idea what to do with her own hands, she began touching him wherever she could reach.

She could touch him anywhere she wanted, he was just glad she enjoyed this position as much as he did. "Move your hips back and forth, like this." Chris showed her, wondering just what kind of sexual relationship she had with her boyfriend. She wasn't a virgin, but yet she didn't know hardly any positions. Doggy style and now riding him, he wondered what she would think about reverse cowgirl. At a later time, they would definitely be trying that one out. "Roll those hips, make me cum for you. Make me surrender to you, Samantha…" And without her clothes, he was already peeling off her dress.

Make him surrender to her, that was an interesting concept but also a flustering one because Samantha knew there was no way she could deliver. He was a fucking rock star, he had had probably hundreds of experienced women give him mind blowing orgasms. Sam found her own natural rhythm however, following his cues, and was soon enough rising and falling on him, her hips grinding with each downward motion.

Sam began losing the rhythm as it just became more primal, both of them focusing on the rapidly approaching end and she could feel his fingertips digging into her, knowing she was leaving her own marks on him. She slammed down on him one final time, his hands dropping to hold her hips. "Chris!" She was sort of mindful to keep it down, biting on her bottom lip as an orgasm ripped through her.

Chris didn't want to get loud and have them busted for indecent exposure, so he simply smashed her mouth down on his, muffling his own potential outbursts as he came. He didn't stop thrusting, not until his cock went completely limp and he broke the kiss, both of them needing oxygen to breathe before they passed out. "Fuck…" He grunted, sitting upright with her and nipped her chin, kissing her again while caressing her back with his strong hands. "What is it about you, Sammy? What is it about you that sets me on fire whenever I see you, baby?"

"When you figure it out, let me know." Sam murmured, her lips against her jaw as she sat huddling into him. She couldn't wrap her head around it either. Eventually, cold began setting in and she realized her dress was long gone. Her shoes and purse were on the beach, with his coat. "My dress!"

"Don't worry, I got you covered, baby. Come on, let's head to my bus and I'll get you some clothes to change into and take you back to your dorm." Chris didn't give her time to protest and lifted her from the beach, draping his coat over her and kissed the top of her head. Because he was also a bit paranoid, he even went as far as to shield her face as he headed toward the restaurant, the back of the parking lot more specifically. No point in embarrassing her if anyone noticed their wet clothing and her lack of attire.

"Here we are." He set her down once they were on board, going to retrieve a t-shirt, tossing it at her. "I'll have Bill go out and buy you a black dress to wear, if you want, but you'll have to hang out here until then."

"It's not a big deal." She said, almost shyly, taking the shirt. "I have your other one back at my dorm. Can I use your shower, please?" Because she had sand in places there shouldn't be sand, and she smelled like the ocean water. Not a bad thing, but she was also supposed to be sick right now. His shirts floated on her, they were practically dresses in their own right.

"As long as you don't mind the company. I promise, no frisky business." He held his hand up in a 'scout's honor' type deal with a grin and guided her into the relatively small bathroom, though for a tour bus it was huge: namely the shower, because he wasn't exactly tiny. "Damn sand. Still pretty hot fucking you on the beach though. I gotta ask, Sammy, what kind of sexual background do you have, not including me?"

That was a question she really didn't want to answer, her wet hair coming down around her face as she started the shower. Shivering, she set the shirt he had loaned her out of spray range and stepped under the warm water, watching as he followed. "Just… Paul." She said finally, keeping her eyes closed as she rinsed sand and who knew what else out of her hair. "He's… boring." She admitted in a sigh, popping one eye open.

Chris chuckled, having caught onto that himself and turned her around, beginning to lather her hair with sweet-smelling shampoo. "Boring how?" He was curious, because who the hell wouldn't want to sex this beautiful woman up? In all positions? "You were unfamiliar with riding my dick and with doggy style. And when I ate you out, you didn't seem to be familiar with that either. I don't think I've ever made a woman as wet as you before, baby." It was the honest truth. "Was that your first time experiencing oral sex too?"

"Yes." He was going to kill her with humiliation. "He's- he just wants missionary and he doesn't like oral, not giving anyway." She said finally, tipping her head back as he lathered her hair. "I've tried getting him to do other things but he acts like I'm… disgusting or depraved." Paul was kind of like that in his day to day life as well, very routine.

"Sounds lame as fuck and boring as hell. You need some excitement in your life." Chris was the perfect guy to give it to her too, grinning at the thought. After rinsing her hair out, he turned Samantha around to stare down into her beautiful eyes and captured her mouth, pressing her back against the shower wall. "That man is fucking crazy not wanting to taste you." Since she'd been deprived of oral sex for so long, it was time to show her how a real woman should be treated as he lowered to his knees in front of her, once again burying his face between her thighs. "You're mine, Samantha, and I will have you whenever I'm in town. I'll give you what you need, what you desire, now spread those thighs for me, baby." He lifted one of her legs to rest her foot on his shoulder, keeping her balanced and began devouring her whole. "Hold onto me… you're mine again."