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pistoned inside her until the sound became a rhythmic click in an otherwise silent room. He wanted Cass so badly, as the cum shot from his body in great pulsing jets, he called her name.
    Trini just smiled. After all, he was inside of her , whoever this Cass might be.
     
    ******
     
    Cass woke up the next morning moaning. For a second she was confused. Was she having a wet dream? But then she realized Lee was licking between her legs. Her back arched as he pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked it like a nipple. He’d pushed her t-shirt up; she felt the air on her breasts and the fabric bunched around her neck.
    “Harder,” she gasped, and he obliged, sucking her so hard it almost hurt before he pushed in one finger, then two, spread them and fucked her with them until she came, his name on her lips.
    She welcomed his weight when he lay down on top of her, welcomed the familiar movements as he made himself comfortable between her legs and thrust inside her. Early in the morning, when he was hungry and she was sleepy, she adored Lee. The familiar scent of his neck against her nose, the thump of his heart against her breast as he began to thrust fast and hard, almost growling as he fucked her, even as her body was winding up for another orgasm, it made her feel peaceful to give him what he wanted.
    “Need to get going,” he rasped, face smushed against her breast post-orgasm. He pulled a nipple into his mouth and began to suck gently, comforting himself, she knew.
    Cass stroked his thick blonde hair and laughed softly. “Hey, you’re holding me down, not the other way around.”
    As soon as the words left her lips she wanted to call them back. They were true. She knew then, even as she smiled at him and let him pull her to her feet, it was over.
     
    ******
     
    New York felt good. Chicago was home, but Cass had always liked the frenetic energy that simmered over the Big Apple. It was like having some weird protein shot right into the vein. The paparazzi were more aggressive there, and there were more of them. They knew she’d arrived before her plane ever hit the ground. So did her fans; in the airport she paused to sign autographs until a car whisked her away to the studio where she would record a live set.
    “Be sure to watch me on VH1!” She called, waving and smiling as she was driven away.
    In the studio people would have fluttered around her, unintentionally harassing her as they fawned, trying to make sure she had everything she needed. But Cass wasn’t the typical star. She didn’t need much beyond a plug for her amps, her musicians and a bottle of water or tea from Starbucks. And Priti, Boyd or her second oldest friend Lucky were the only ones she trusted to bring her food or drink. Her assistant, security and manager respectively, they made up the core of her inner circle. Her old friend Tommy rounded out the crew. Tommy was technically an image consultant, but Cass liked to tease her and call her a fixer. She was a fabulous negotiator and problem solver, and while TomTom as her close friends called her, let Lucky do all the in person work, she often leveraged her special skills behind the scenes.
    Lucky and h er musicians were already there waiting, having arrived the night before as was their custom to ensure the equipment had survived the trip and was set up to her exact specifications before the show began.
    Lucky, who’d been her very first lover and boyfriend at age 16, had a gift for organization and enough charm to ensure the VH1 people kept to the tight schedule he and Cass had set. They had eight hours start to finish, and everyone knew Cass would hold them to it.
    The time flew by. She’d gathered a crowd of onlookers three people deep by the time she played 10 songs and made everyone laugh until they cried. In all but two she played the guitar, one of three she’d brought with this trip, two electric, one acoustic.
    “She has no idea how beautiful she is,” Priti told Boyd, placing her