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“So how bad do you want me?” he asked with a seductive curiosity in his voice.

  “I think you already know the answer to that,” I breathed almost inaudibly.

  “What was that?” he asked confidentially, returning his hand to my inner thigh.

  “We probably shouldn’t be doing this... but I really want to.”

  “Really?”

  “Mmmhm,” I nodded, spreading my legs for him.

  He slipped my panties to the side and began to play with my clit. It made me feel warm and giddy. He slipped two of his long thick fingers deep inside of me. My abdominal muscles tensed as he slowly slid his fingers in and out of me. I looked over at him; he had a full erection now. It looked like his cock was fighting to get out of his pants. I started salivating as I thought about how I wanted to kiss him and run my tongue all over his athletic body. I was so wet with excitement. He slid his fingers out of me and pressed them against my throbbing clit. He rubbed his fingers against me in a slow circular motion and my heart began to race for what felt like the hundredth time that night.

  He leaned in close to me and breathed in deeply. “Mmmm, you smell so good when you’re excited,” he murmured in his deep melodic voice. He rubbed me faster and faster and I felt a warmth well up in me and over take me. My muscles spasmed intensely and my breaths became shallow and quick.

  “Oohhh!!” I let out a soft involuntary moan as I climaxed. I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath.

  “So you’re not mad at me anymore?” he teased as he removed his hand from underneath my dress.

  I looked over at him breathlessly as I watched him lick my juices from his fingers one at a time. “Ummmm unh unh,” was all I could mumble as I closed my eyes and rested my head against the seat. I literally couldn’t believe what just happened. Did I just get off at the hands of one of my biggest celebrity crushes? Yes, why yes I did! Shit! Do I still not have an interview? No, I don’t. Fuck! I thought to myself.

  “Hey,” I turned my head toward him. “What was that all about?”

  “I don’t know. What do you want it to be about?”

  I shrugged and looked out the window as we exited the highway.

  We pulled into a small private airport, and Christoff’s jet was already running. He left the Benz to an attendant and he placed his hand on the small of my back as he escorted me inside the plane. The seats on the plane were the same soft black leather as the interior of the Mercedes. The entire interior of the plane looked like it was made of platinum, and there was soft neon-blue lighting. A flat screen television was built-in behind the cockpit. I’ve always fantasized about flying on a private jet, but this was better than I could have ever imagined. There was a group of four seats in the center of the plane that faced each other. Christoff gestured for me to sit directly across from him.

  “Care for something to drink?” His baritone voice filled the entire plane.

  “What do you have?”

  “Anything and everything you could possibly want.”

  “I’ll take a semi dry white wine.”

  He pushed a button above his seat and within seconds a flight attendant appeared. He said something to her in German and she disappeared. We fastened our safety belts and prepared for take off. I love to travel but I’ve always gotten nervous on planes. Taxiing down the runway can be fun, but being in the air is definitely not. I thought my head was going to explode as we picked up speed and I felt us leave the ground.

  “You look nervous.”

  Not wanting to seem vulnerable, I shook my head. “No,” I asserted.

  Once we were cruising at altitude, the flight attendant appeared with a shiny chrome goblet of wine.

  “This is a rare white wine made with Seyval grapes. It’s from my friend’s private vineyard. I think you will enjoy it,” Christoff explained as the flight attendant handed the wine to me.

  I took a small sip. It was cool and sweet on my tongue but it made the rest of my body feel warm inside. “Mmmm, nice choice.” I nodded approvingly and took another sip.

  Christoff spoke to the stewardess again in German. I can only understand bits and pieces of German but I heard him ask for some privacy. And I think I heard him say ‘We have an interview to do’ but perhaps it was wishful thinking.

  “So, our interview.” He turned his attention to me.

  I breathed a sigh of relief. I discreetly clicked on my digital recorder, but I did not place it where it was visible to him. I wanted him to talk freely and forget he was being recorded, if that were at all possible.

  “I listened to the new album. I really like it, but it’s pretty dark and aggressive... kind of melancholy too. What inspired it?” I asked casually.

  “My loneliness. Being on stage night after night with all the energy and with thousands of fans screaming my name is such an enormous high. But when the lights go down and the people disappear, it just leaves an enormous void. An emptiness that is the lowest of lows. And that’s what most of this album is about. The other tracks are about the pain my last relationship caused me when it ended. I wrote all of this album while on our first tour.”

  “I don’t understand. Why the empty feeling? From what I’ve heard you’re never at a loss when it comes to companionship. You’ve had plenty of girlfriends... you always have a new one even before the last relationship ends.” I tried to withhold all sense of judgment from my voice the best I could.

  “You’re right.” He cut me off. “I’ve had many girlfriends, some of the relationships overlapping, and they’ve all been great, but none of them have ever completely fulfilled me emotionally.” He sighed and shifted his weight. “Or sexually.”

  His open sexual frustration aroused mine. I put my wine goblet to my lips and emptied it in one fluid sip.

  “Well I hate to revel in your pain, but all of that sure produced a wonderful album. Maybe it would be best if you remained broken-hearted for the fans’ sake. Your pain has produced such beautiful music.”

  “I’m glad you’re a fan. Really, I am. The music is a great release but sometimes I still feel like I’m just going to explode with tension,” he said clenching his fist. “It’s like my desires have a life of their own. They ravage me from the inside out. I try to tame... this fire... this beast within me, by letting it out with really aggressive music, and it does help some but not enough. Sometimes I try to feel better by having some fun with a lucky fan or two after a show.” He smiled arrogantly. “But there is so much risk there... lawsuits... stalkers... disease. And even when I put these risks aside and get my release, it’s never enough. I’ve been with some of the most beautiful and charming actresses and models but I have yet to find a woman who can fully satisfy me.”

  I knew better than to buy into his self-indulgent pity party, but I couldn’t help myself. I actually felt kind of bad for him. I know what it’s like to appear on top of the world on the outside, but to have an aching void on the inside. Not only could I empathize with some of what he was saying, but also there was a force inside of me that wanted to rise to the challenge of satisfying the hungry animal called desire that left Christoff restless.

  “Tell me more...” I prodded leaning forward. I always leaned in during interviews to make the person feel like they are interesting. It always makes them talk more. But this time I wasn’t feigning interest or trying to manipulate. I felt drawn to Christoff like a magnet.

  “I’m not a bad guy,” he continued. “I swear. I’m just terribly misunderstood. I love very deeply and sincerely. And I often get hurt in relationships. I try to be a good man... I really do. But when my emptiness and my insatiable longing for more get the best of me, I end up doing things I later regret and hurting those most dear to me. And no matter how much I apologize, they always leave me and then they tell the media bad things about me. That’s how I got my bad reputation. And now that I have this reputation as a womanizer... a chauvinist, and didn’t you call me a narcissist?” He squinted his eyes at me.

  I stayed silent and I
tilted my chin down toward my chest and gazed upward at him submissively and apologetically. This is a technique I use in interviews with alpha males. It works every time and this time was no exception.

  He backed down and refocused. “Anyway, because of my reputation a lot of women won’t even allow themselves to get close to me. The girls that come backstage are all over me... of course. But they don’t really want me. They want their celebrity. They want their fantasy of me. Not the real me. Really, they probably only want to fuck me so they can tweet about it.” He leaned back in his seat, defeated, as he let his gaze drift out the window.

  As a rising journalist I’ve seen, heard and told it all, and as one of my mentors advised, I try to emotionally disengage from every bit of it. I try, but I don’t always succeed. I often times wonder whether or not I’m detached enough for this business. I couldn’t tell if Christoff was manipulating me, or if he was really allowing himself to be vulnerable with me, or a little bit of both. Either way, a part of me was involuntarily buying whatever he was selling. I’m not your typical woman by any means. I can actually be quite the hard ass, but there was a little nurturing piece of me deep inside that wanted to pick up all of Christoff’s broken pieces and put them back together.

  I took a breath to ask my next question, when the plane started to tremble. I always try my best to hide my fear of flying. There is no room for fear in journalism. The ‘fasten seat belt’ light came on, and I tightened my already-fastened safety belt. It felt like an earth quake. I gripped the arm rest as the plane dropped what felt like a thousand feet but was probably only a few. My heart was racing yet again, but this time it wasn’t from titillation. I had never felt turbulence this bad. It felt like we were about to go down. I knew private jets weren’t as safe as the planes on commercial airlines, so I was beyond terrified. The plane rocked hard to the left.

  “Sweet Jesus!” I exclaimed, clutching my chest.

  “Are you okay?” Christoff asked with more concern than I’ve ever heard in his voice.

  The plane continued rattling violently and the lights flickered. “Not really,” I admitted, trying not to scream like a teenage girl watching Friday the 13th for the first time.

  “Well, if we die, at least we die in the presence of one another.”

  “What? Is that supposed to make me feel better? Are you trying to write lyrics over there?” I raised my eyebrow.

  “Well, wouldn’t you rather die with someone than alone?”

  The plane shook hard and the lights went off completely. I began shrieking uncontrollably and hyperventilating. So much for my bad ass fearless persona.

  “Shhh... it’s okay, Gia... we’re okay,” Christoff said, placing his hand on my knee.

  I had never heard him say my name before. It sounded nice on his lips. He took my right hand in his and squeezed. This sent a wave of calm over me despite the plane feeling like it was trying to throw us out of our seats. I reached in front of me and grabbed his free hand with mine. I squeezed his fingers tightly as if we were on a roller coaster. Now I know why they always say tragedy brings people closer. It felt like we were free falling through eternity together. Even with my eyes closed and no lights, I could feel him staring at me. I took several deep breaths. There was still turbulence, but it seemed to calm down as I lowered my heart rate with more deep breathing.

  I felt him gently tug me forward. I let go of one of his hands and unfastened my safety belt. I let him guide me into his lap. I sat with my legs stretched sideways across him and over the arm of the seat next to us. I put my arms around him as I nestled my face in the crook of his neck. His entire body felt so warm. And he had a spicy musky scent that titillated me. He wrapped both of his arms around me and squeezed. I actually felt somewhat safe, despite being thousands of feet in the air in a jet that may or may not make it back to the ground in once piece.

  He ran his fingers through my hair. “Don’t be scared. I’ve got you,” he whispered in my ear.

  I always had to be so tough and so focused in the cut-throat world of journalism. It felt nice to feel taken care of for once, although my own vulnerability was scaring me as much as the rough plane ride. I had never let a man touch my hair before but it felt safe this time. I tried to draw strength from the fact that I could tell Christoff needed me in this moment as much as I needed him. He wasn’t as petrified as me, but I could feel his longing to really connect with another human being. I could sense his yearning to consume me, and fill the hungry void within him.

  Some of the neon-blue lights came back on in the plane, but not all of them. There was just enough light for me to see immediately in front of me. Christoff placed his hand under my chin and guided my mouth to his. He brushed his parted lips against mine a few times, barely kissing me at first. I was trembling with anticipation. He swept my hair to the opposite shoulder and ran his tongue from my collarbone up to my ear. He took my earlobe in his mouth and nibbled. I was crawling out of my skin with temptation and excitement. I wanted him, all of him, all over me, right this very moment. He ran his fingers through my hair and breathed heavily in my ear. The warm moistness of his breath made me warm and moist down below. He opened his legs and I settled more squarely in his lap. I could feel his hardness pressed against me.

  Christoff slid his hand to the base of my neck, and pressed his parted lips firmly against mine. He assertively pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I welcomed it. His hand caressed my neck as he drew me deeper into his kiss. His mouth was warm and inviting. I massaged his tongue in return with mine. His kisses made me feel hot and ready. I instinctively rocked my hips and pressed my weight more heavily into his lap. I could feel him aching for me. His mouth withdrew from mine as he gently but firmly grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged at the roots. The tension in my scalp sent chills down my spine. He tugged my hair again so that my head was back, and my neck and cleavage were fully exposed. He kissed my neck and ran his mouth down to my chest, burying his face in my exposed bosom. He kneaded my breasts with both of his hands, and they spilled out of my dress as he feverishly kissed and licked them.

  “Ooohh you’re so fucking sexy,” he growled in his hot European accent. In one fluid motion he lifted me off his lap and laid me across the seat next to us. He stood over me and lifted my hips, so that my butt was propped up on the arm rest between us. He knelt down in the seat beside me, and assertively pushed my legs apart. He kissed my inner thighs, and used his strong, masculine hands to slide my dress up around my waist. He nuzzled the outside of my panties with his nose.

  “Mmmm, I love the way you smell. It makes me so hard,” Christoff murmured as he slipped his hand into his pants and rubbed his manhood. Watching him get so turned on made me wet. He took his hand out of his pants and peeled off his shirt. His body was massive. He was tall and rugged. Although he looked athletic, he didn’t have that unattractive body-builder look. His shoulders were perfectly broad and his waist wasn’t too narrow, and it wasn’t a six pack either, but it was nicely toned and masculine like the rest of him. I sat up and ran my hands all over his nicely-built torso. He assertively removed my hands from his body and gently pushed me backward so that I was lying down again. He pressed his face under my dress and tugged at my satin panties with his teeth. He got them halfway down just using his mouth and he used his hand to pull them the rest of the way down to my ankles in one powerful motion. I eagerly kicked them off to the floor.

  He slowly licked the lips of my slick opening as both of his hands tightly gripped my waist. I arched my back and my heart skipped a beat every time his tongue came in contact with my delicate skin. He pulled me down onto his face as he began to devour me more aggressively. I moaned with delight. He reached down and slid his finger inside of me as he licked the inner folds of my womanhood. I lifted my hips and rubbed myself in his face. He let out a hungry moan. He cupped my ass with both of his hands and he rocked me back and forth against his mouth as he squeezed me tightly. My body quivered as he flicked his tongue across
my clit. He slid his hand down the back of my ass and began to finger me from behind as he continued enthusiastically licking me. I felt wave after wave of pleasure wash over me faster and faster, with each crest of ecstasy spilling over and splashing into the next.

  “Holy shit!” I gasped.

  “Mmmmm” he hummed in the lowest register of his voice range as I began to climax. His voice reverberated through every fiber of my being.

  “Oooooooohhhh!” I let out a breathy moan as my pleasure reached its highest peak. My orgasm came up in ripples and came back down in a warm, peaceful wave.

  I sprawled out spread eagle across the seat and closed my eyes as I waited for my heart rate to return to normal. The scent of my own feminine sweetness and his musky masculinity hung heavy in the air. I began to salivate, realizing I wanted more. It’s not just that I wanted more, but my body needed more attention and more Christoff Diemacht Hartmann. And I was itching to relieve his tension and fill his void. When I opened my eyes he was standing above me stroking his thick, hard German cock. He was rubbing himself slowly and deliberately, with an aching hunger in his gaze. I just stared for a moment, admiring the larger-than-life, ultra-masculine rock star, standing before me in all of his glory. I pulled myself into a sitting position. I don’t know if it was the changing altitude or a sensory overload, but I was light-headed. I grabbed the waistline of his already open pants and pulled him closer to me.

  “You look extra hot right now,” was the most coherent thing I could utter as I pushed his pants to the floor and licked from the base of his cock all the way to the head. I playfully caressed his lower abdomen as I licked his cock again. He was throbbing with anticipation.

  “Please... don’t tease me. I can’t wait anymore. I’m so fucking horny right now,” he grunted through clenched teeth.

  “Oh, yeah?” I said seductively, raising my eye brow.

  “Yeah...” He gave his cock a few firm strokes before thrusting it toward my flushed lips. “Put my cock in your mouth... please,” he begged.