You Cracks

"They want me to what?"

"Do a cover of-" I Interrupted Hiromi by flicking a bead of water at her face, making her squeak.

"No, I heard you. But no amount of fancy hotel suits and food will get me to play Pon Pon." Despite being a decade old by now, PonPonShit was still somehow popular, becoming a regular on the radio every winter like some sort of twisted Christmas classic.

Hiromi knew how much I hated it, even if I got along with the actual Us Cracks members, which was probably why she was having a hard time looking directly at me. Somehow she'd swung this place as an expense just to talk to me, and while it was no Konpeki Plaza, it still oozed luxury.

There'd even been a meal ready at the table when we entered, but I'd spotted something fun.

Even as an adult, Hiromi is still surprisingly prudish, since she dropped her keycard when I took my jacket and pants off, but there was no time for that! And now I was sat in one of those fancy outdoor bubble jacuzzis with it turned up to max, massaging me even through my leotard as I picked at the plate I'd brought out with me.

It had thrown my choom a bit, but she'd joined me with her own plate, sitting on the edge and dipping just her legs in.

Covering her face with a weak boxer's guard (c'mon choom, I gave you lessons, you can do better than that!), Hirom let out a food-muffled "Buh' tha ven-u already buh-ked."

I grabbed her toe and shook it, making her wiggle. "Then we'll play something else! If they can afford to train and hire a double so often, they can afford the cancellation."

Swallowing with effort, she weakly tried to push my hand off with her other foot. "Play what?"

Thinking for a moment, it came to me. If I wanted to vanquish my foe, I needed a weapon of my own. "I'll write my own pop song. Show them what real music is!". It'd no doubt be a hard push to make as a glorified backup, and we might have to make some concessions, but it would be worth it.

Hiromi was evidently undaunted at the challenge of getting the band to play some unknowns music as her face lit up. "I'll get star-"

As she tried to get out, I laced my fingers with her toes and held her in place, "You'll get started later, right now you're with me."

I must've hit just the right spot on her foot as she lost strength in her legs, so I pressed the advantage, chowing down the last of my meal to free up my other hand to massage her.

We played for a bit, alternating legs as she tried to defend herself, until the hot water started getting to her. Good thing the boys weren't here, she was looking dangerously cute with that flush and ruffled clothes.

Although, maybe not just the boys?

My 'bandmantes' always seemed to pay a lot of attention to her when I wasn't around, I'd see them being friendly from a distance. Thinking about it, they also seemed to go out of their way to be nice to me in front of her, maybe to look good in her eyes?

Hmm.

Watching her stagger inside to towel off, I contemplated whether my Hiromi needed an intervention, as she seemed not to have noticed.