The audience was on its feet as Cash pumped out hit after hit. Towards the end of the set he ripped off his shirt baring his finely muscled torso, and leapt in the air, demonstrating his extraordinary athletic ability with his electrifying martial arts moves. The screaming, singing crowd fell into a united chorus of gasps and ooohs and aaahs, before exploding into thunderous applause.
Standing in the wings Marilyn was transfixed. She had left her seat early, not wanting to be elbowed by the crowd or have her ears screamed into by the shrieking, overjoyed fans surrounding her. Slipping backstage with her all access pass, she had made her way through the teams of security to the backstage area, wanting to watch the show from a much calmer vantage point, but even there the energy and excitement was palpable. She had witnessed Cash’s brilliance at his last concert, but to experience the phenomenon so close was mesmerizing.
Finishing his last song he waved to the crowd and bounded off stage. A burly, baldheaded man pushed her out of the way as Cash walked past, grabbing a towel from a security guard and rubbing it across his face and chest. The crowd was rocking the house with chants of Cash, Cash, Cash, and after downing a large bottle of water he ran back to his fans, greeted by a roar of appreciation.
“I LOVE NEW YORK,” he shouted, causing another wave of massive acclamation. “Thank you! You guys are the best.” Another resounding response echoed through the vast space, and as the lights dimmed and he approached the microphone, the crowd quieted.
“Hope you don’t mind but I’m gonna sing a little ballad I just wrote. Finished it today so it’ll just be me and the piano. You wonderful people will be the first to hear it. It’s called, Sapphire Eyes.”
Marilyn was astounded at the hush that fell over the tens of thousands of people that filled the venue, and she watched, transfixed, as he sat down at the gleaming baby grand. His hands began fluttering across the keys, and he closed his eyes as he broke into song. The lilting, beautiful melody floated through the air, and across the stadium thousands of tiny flames appeared, moving in unison. The technical crew saw the chance and grabbed it, dowsing the audience in complete darkness, leaving a golden spotlight on Cash. The concert was being recorded for a live album and television special, and the camera operators moved as covertly as they could, capturing the magic moment for posterity.
Dancing freckles under Sapphire Eyes,
A pure heart that knows no lies,
Sprinkling sunshine with her smile,
I want to sit and stay a while.
A while, a while, I want to stay a while,
And warm myself in her sunshine smile.
Her sweetness lingers in my head
I want her in my bed, my bed,
The touch of her lips against mine will stay
The taste of her will never go away.
She is in my head to stay, to stay
Dancing freckles under Sapphire Eyes,
A pure heart that knows no lies,
Dancing freckles under Sapphire Eyes,
A pure heart that knows no lies,
Born a beauty, a gift to behold
Far more precious than a bushel of gold,
Strawberry lips, honey-streaked hair,
I ache to whisper hot words in her ear.
Dancing freckles under Sapphire Eyes,
A pure heart that knows no lies,
Dancing freckles under Sapphire Eyes,
A pure heart that knows no lies.
Come to me, my Angel of light,
Come to me, give me sight,
To see the world through Sapphire Eyes,
And a pure heart that knows no lies.
Dancing freckles under Sapphire Eyes,
A pure heart that knows no lies,
Dancing freckles under Sapphire Eyes,
A pure heart that knows no lies.
His voice carried the final note high into the air, the lyric whispering through the auditorium, the adoring fans already mouthing the words, already knowing the memorable melody as Cash brought the ballad to its end.
Who is the girl with the sapphire eyes, Marilyn wondered. Is she the real reason you don’t want me?
Sam Reed had arrived during the encore, purposely standing close to her, and as Cash sang the last extraordinary note, he shook his head and muttered,
“That is one hell of a voice, and another platinum hit I’m sure.”
Marilyn glanced at the stranger. She’d noticed him when he’d first arrived, thinking she recognized him but didn’t know why. He was impeccably dressed in designer jeans and a leather jacket that she would have killed for, and he carried an air of authority that reminded her of Cash, but he was older, she guessed in his late 30’s or early 40’s.
Feeling her eyes he turned and stared back at her, a half smile crossing his face. She nodded and returned his smile, but a moment later Cash was jostled past them to the dressing rooms, interrupting their silent exchange.
She knew the drill, having learned it at the last concert. He would disappear into a private dressing room, two guards standing outside the door, while a post concert gathering would begin in another room. A little while later Cash would appear, showered and dressed.
The man in the leather jacket moved next to her, extending his hand.
“Sam Reed,” he smiled.
Holy crap. Cash’s manager
“Marilyn Sanders,” she smiled, shaking his hand firmly. “Great to meet you. I thought you looked important.”
“I look important?” he chuckled. “Thank you, I think?”
“I know who you are. My father is Elliot Sanders,” she offered.
“My goodness. Your father and I have crossed paths many times,” he remarked.
“It’s a small world at the top,” she commented. “I’m surprised you and I haven’t met before.”
“I don’t get to the concerts very often,” he replied. “My joy is found behind a desk and on the phone making things like this work.”
“I’ll bet you have your hands full managing someone like Cash.”
“Not like you’d think. I wish they were all like him. Are you staying? Want to walk with me to the postmortem?”
“Sure,” she grinned. “My date is in his dressing room, and doubtless will be swarmed when he finally arrives.”
“Your date? Cash is your date? I guess that lets me out.”
His eyes caught hers, and for a moment she felt the belly flip, the erotic stomach turn that Cash had caused, and she dropped her head quickly as she felt the red warmth cross her face.
Okay, this is weird. Are you going to think every good looking guy that flirts with you is a spanking sex god now?
He turned away, striding forward, and she moved quickly to catch up, but as she fell into step beside him he didn’t acknowledge her or glance down.
“No harm in keeping company,” she suggested.
“Of course not,” he replied, continuing to keep his hastened pace.
All righty then. This is definitely different.
“I know you said you don’t attend many of his shows, but do you go to all the big ones?” she asked, trying to make conversation.
“No,” he answered briskly, pushing open a door.
He walked inside, holding it for her, and as she moved past him into the room she could feel his eyes on her back. She turned to continue their conversation, but he was already walking towards the bar, greeting a group of well dressed people. Standing alone, feeling slightly awkward, she saw a buffet and wandered over, having no desire to eat anything, but needing somewhere to put herself.
Lifting her eyes in a covert gaze, she watched the celebrated manager expertly and comfortably mingle. He had large, gesticulating hands, talked with ease and confidence, and she couldn’t help but notice his loafers were Gucci, his jeans Armani, and the leather jacket she guessed to be Ferragamo.
Well, isn’t this interesting? she thought, and was then mortified when he unexpectedly turned his head and caught her eye.
I see you, his look said, and I know exactly what you’re thinking.
There was more than one reason Cash locked himself away directly after a show. He needed a shower, time to consider his performance, and he needed sex.
Over the years he had carefully created relationships with women in the major cities, each a spanking devotee. They were loyal, adoring, and knew there were no strings. Cash didn’t like the term, friends with benefits, but that’s what they were, and he made sure the benefits were reciprocated.
These special women in his life always had VIP seats, were transported in luxury to and from the venue, and often, if he was in the area for more than one night, he would invite them to lunch or dinner, but he did quite a bit more than that.
He had enabled one to finish college and achieve her PhD, another he had once provided a powerful attorney. They knew he was there for them, and whenever they needed him he always returned their call.
In New York his special friend was Tina Compton. He had met her almost a decade before, the first time he had played in Manhattan. The club had been small but popular, and lent itself to mingling. He had been taken with Tina’s bubbly personality, and once alone in his dressing room she had literally crawled across his lap, begging him to spank her. Astonished at his good fortune, spank her he did, and he had been burning her backside ever since.
As he showered, knowing she would be bouncing in to see him the moment he made the call, he contemplated how his life would be different if he was in a monogamous relationship. He hadn’t had one for many years, his career and constant touring had made it a ridiculous notion, but as he soaped himself and rinsed off, he thought about the song he’d written, how he’d felt as he’d played it on stage seeing Becky in his mind’s eye. Was he really so taken with her, or was it simply because she had no idea who he was, and her attraction to him had been completely sincere?
Stepping from the shower he toweled off and pulled on a robe, shaking off his heavy pondering. The show had been a huge success and he’d had a blast, and now it was time to attend to his raging erection. Picking up his phone he hit Tina’s name and she picked up instantly.
“Cash, you were super awesome tonight,” she exclaimed, her personality effervescing through the phone.
“Where are you?”
“In the party room having a drink,” she replied. “There are a ton of people here already and more coming in.”
“Get your ass down here,” he chuckled. “I need to see it naked and pink.”
“Oh, my God, Cash, you make me legless.”
“Turn left, third door, you’ll see the bodyguards. You’ve got 20 seconds, and you’ll get an extra whack for every second you’re late.”
“Aaargh, on my way!” she exclaimed, and literally ran from the party room.
Marilyn saw the attractive redhead dash by, and curious she started towards the door to poke her head out and see where the girl was headed in such a hurry, but Sam Reed stepped in front of her.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asked casually.
She found herself looking into light brown eyes dotted with blue flecks. They locked her gaze, almost challenging her.
“Yes, just wondering where Cash is, I mean, I know he takes a shower after the show but it seems like he’s taking a while,” she replied, feeling oddly awkward.
“He’ll get here when he’s ready. You don’t have a drink. What would you like?” he asked.
“Uh, not sure,” she stammered, looking past him at the door, realizing her opportunity to follow the girl had been lost.
“Let’s see what we can find for you,” he remarked, and wrapping his fingers around her elbow he guided her to the bar.
His grip was strong but not unkind or uncomfortable, his manner gently forceful, and Marilyn was experiencing the strange stomach churning once again.
Damn, she thought, as Sam led her across the room. Maybe I’ve just been dating the wrong kind of guys.
Tina had made it to the door of Cash’s dressing room and was waiting for the burly boys to let her in. Once inside she rolled her eyes in exasperation.
“Not my fault, it took them forever to open the door,” she declared.
“Hmmm,” he grinned, looking up from his watch. “How late do you think you are?”
“Tell me.”
“Thirty-five seconds.”
“What? No! I am not that late, and if I am it’s not my fault,” she insisted.
“You wouldn’t be arguing with me, would you?” he growled, moving towards her.
“Never, not me, never,” she giggled.
“Why aren’t you pulling off your panties,” he asked, taking her by the hand and leading her to the small couch.
“What makes you think I’m wearing any?” she countered.
“Little girl, I am so gonna spank your butt,” he promised, shaking his head and smiling broadly.
“I’m counting on it,” she quipped.
“How long has it been?” he inquired, sitting down and pulling her over his lap.
“Since I saw you last, and that was, what, eight months ago?”
“Poor baby, eight months and no spanking? How have you managed to behave yourself?”
“I haven’t” she squirmed.
“Hmmm, time to fix that,” he replied, and lifting her skirt, found himself staring at her naked bottom.
“You weren’t kidding. No panties? Such a naughty girl,” he murmured, and lifting his hand, brought it down with a sound smack.
“Ouch!” she exclaimed. “So hard so soon?”
“Are you complaining?”
“No, Sir,” she replied, instantly falling into her submissive state. “Sorry, Sir.”
Cash slapped his hand across her full, plump backside, spreading his palm across her white skin, tinging the entire area pink. She let out little squeals as the force of his smacks increased, and when he paused he heard a satisfyingly long sigh.
“You really needed this, didn’t you Tina?”
“Yes, I did,” she sighed, “though I forgot how hot your hand can be.”
“Did you forget this as well?” he asked, slipping his fingers between her legs.
“Ohhh, Cash,” she moaned, feeling his thumb press against her clit. “That’s amazing.”
“Tell me what you want,” he directed, his voice a hoarse whisper.
“I want you to spank me some more, hard, and then please let me sit on you?”
“Hmmm, I think I can manage that. Anything you need to be punished for?”
“I was afraid you’d ask me that,” she replied, breathless and gasping from the continuing attentions of his fingers between her legs.
“Come on, confess,” he insisted.
“I’ve been procrastinating,” she sighed.
“Again? That’s what you said the last time I saw you.”
“I know, and after you spanked me I was really good for about three months,” she declared.
“Next time you start falling behind, you call me. Got it?” he said sternly, pulling his hand from between her legs and slapping her with gusto.
“Yes, yes, I’ve got it!” she yelped.
“There’s a wooden hairbrush in my black bag. Fetch it, please.”
“Really? A hairbrush?” she whined.
“You heard me.”
Standing up, she rubbed her burnt bottom for a moment, then walked quickly across the room to the bag sitting on a chair by the door. Opening it up she found the large, round, wooden brush.
“Cash?” she mewed.
“Don’t try to get out of it. You always do this and then I have to spank you harder, or is that what you’re hoping for?” he scolded.
“No, I was just going to thank you,” she said softly.
“Come on, get back here. You might not be thanking me when I’m done with you.”
Scurrying back, she repositioned herself over his lap and let out a long, heavy sigh.
“You ready?”
“Yes, Sir,” she mewed, then added plaintively, “oh, dear.”
Raising the brush, he smacked her quickly and with considerable zeal, her squeals and squirms increasing as the spanking continued.
“I’ll be good, I swear,” she vowed. “Please, Cash, no more, please.”
“But for how long?” he asked, the brush swinging from cheek to cheek.
“I’ll call you, I’ll call you the minute I start to fall behind!” she exclaimed, gyrating furiously, twisting her very prominent hips from side to side.
The delicious pressure from her wriggling pelvis was getting the better of him, and throwing down the hairbrush, he moved her off his lap and pulled open his robe. Reaching into his pocket he retrieved a condom, slipped it over his very rigid cock, and holding himself firmly, watched her straddle his lap.
“Oooooh, Cash, you feel so good,” she groaned, her hands around his neck as she began sinking down on him.
Clutching her hot seat cheeks he squeezed, eliciting a yelp, then a deep sigh of pleasure as she began to move, urged on by his strong fingers. Cash stared at her full, round breasts still covered by her shirt. Her nipples were pressing against the thin cotton, and leaning forward he tongued her generous cleavage.
“Cash,” she moaned, moving a hand from around his neck to hastily unfasten the buttons.
“Tina, I swear, no panties or bra. You get sexier every time I see you,” he groaned, diving his mouth on to her marvelous mounds, devouring her nipples.
“Oooohhh, Cash,” she cried, gripping his shoulders as she rode his cock, her back arched and her head thrown back. “That’s absolutely divine. Fuck me, fuck me, ooohhh!”
Her ability to completely let go and wholly surrender to her passion, never failed to send his cock surging to its release. Grabbing her waist he lifted her slightly, and began pumping with strong, hard thrusts.
“Cash, I’m coming!”
Tina was one woman he had never made wait, or even thought of doing so. Her orgasms were like a torrent, impossible to stop once started, and utterly joyous to watch. Her pussy was enveloping him, and as she tossed her head, caught in the riptide of her release, he surged upward, his piston propelling him into the moment. The spasms shook them both as their climaxes took hold, and when they began to dissipate slowly, she moaned in time with the waning waves of pleasure.
Laying her head on his shoulder, she caught her breath, then slowly raised herself up and fell back on the soft couch.
“My God, Cash, if you could bottle that you’d make a fortune,” she gasped.
“Back at ya,” he replied, lolling his head back and closing his eyes.
“When I think I can move I’m gonna take a quick shower,” she declared.
“You’d better move soon because I have something I need to do,” he remarked.
“Okay, I’ll just be a minute,” she groaned, and standing up, she ambled across the room and disappeared into the bathroom.