More Than A Fan - Chapter 2

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"I hope you aren't disappointed that I asked for the autograph," Tom said humbly to Becca. They were sitting at a corner table in one of the swankiest restaurants in LA, a place known for stars and celebrities. "My buddy at work wanted me to prove that I met you and went to your concert. I've got fifty bucks riding on getting an autograph or a picture."

Becca grinned. "I understand. And it was no problem. I just hope the Sharpie didn't bleed through the shirt and leave my autograph on your skin!"

"Even without the autograph and pictures and dinner, it was a damned good concert," Tom said, lifting his wineglass toward Becca in the toast. "Right, Katie?"

Katie glanced his way with an unpleasant look in her eyes. "I suppose," she said coldly. "But you know that's not my preferred music style." Katie Newton-Hallberg was in her mid-twenties, like Becca. She wore her hair short, in a rather unflattering but low-maintenance style, and her attire was plain like she was trying to fade into the woodwork. Her appearance was certainly not what one would expect to be seen either at the concert or in a very swanky restaurant. Unlike Becca, she was somewhat overweight. Her overall look was quite plain and boring, lacking any sense of daring or adventure, passion, joy, or energy, just as Tom had described.

Becca didn't look away from Tom. "Thanks. It's always a lot of work." She turned to Katie. "You're lucky to have someone like Tom for your husband," she said. "Not like I had with ... that fucking son-of-a- bitch I married!"

"I suppose," Katie said, wincing at Becca's explicit language and giving Tom a suspicious look. One of the reasons she hadn't enjoyed the concert was that Becca's songs were liberally sprinkled through and through with salty language and explicit references.

"Trust me, if he's not screwing some slut behind your back, has a good job, and doesn't mooch off you, he's worth hanging on to."

Tom blushed and glanced nervously at Katie. She was scowling at him, obviously unhappy at how the evening had gone so far. Becca wasn't talking about herself. His sense of enjoyment vanished in an instant, something that Becca noticed. They continued to chat, and Tom was surprised to find a lot of it had to do with how they got along and what they did. After a bit, Tom took one more sip of wine and then stood. "If you'd excuse me for a moment," he said. Tom turned and walked to the restroom.

"I take it you think Tom is full of shit when he says that you two are happily married?" Becca said bluntly after Tom had left.

Katie's eyes nearly bugged out. "How, how do you know about that? And what business is it of yours?"

Becca smiled pleasantly. "Didn't he tell you that we bumped into each other hiking the Parson Trail the other day and spent a good while talking?

"He most certainly did not," Katie spat angrily. She clearly considered that bit of news more proof that Tom was obsessed with Winter or Becca as she preferred off-stage and her music.

"Hmmm," Becca muttered as if surprised. "I wonder why?" She shrugged and continued. "So, you two aren't happy?"

Katie snorted. "He's more than a little optimistic if he said otherwise," she said disparagingly.

"Oh? The other day, and tonight, he seems nice."

"He changed ever since he started listening to your music," Katie said accusingly. "He says that we lost our passion. He's rather demanding for intimacy sometimes," Katie complained, blushing. "And he keeps pushing us to have children." She wondered why she was telling this to someone who had been, only four hours ago, a complete stranger to her. At the same time, Becca seemed genuinely interested in her unvarnished opinion of Tom, and with a little wine in her, she was eager to vent.

"Oh? I gather that you aren't as interested in  sex as he is, and you don't want any kids."

"That's an understatement," Katie said, still sounding angry at Becca and, indeed, the entire evening. She'd had a little wine herself, and her anger at Tom at being brought to the concert clouded her judgment a bit. That, and her frustration with her husband. "And he wants to play some ... games in the bedroom," she said conspiratorially. Knowing that she had Becca's attention, Katie told her, unable to disguise her antipathy toward the subject.

"Even with that, you're fucking lucky you didn't end up with an asshole like I got," Becca commented. "You don't realize how lucky you are." She frowned. "I wish I'd have found someone normal like him."

Katie snorted derisively. "There are days I'd let you take him, especially lately. He's far from perfect. His incessant talking about having kids just infuriates me." She took a sip of wine, her third glass of the evening, which explained some of her moods. "And sometimes, he wants to get a little too creative."

"Oh," Becca said in understanding. Then her eyes widened as she realized what Katie was implying. "Oh. And you don't like that?"

Katie frowned angrily. "I don't know why I'm telling you any of this. It's none of your damned business anyway if he has a few  unusual desires."

Becca thought for a moment. "I could make it my business," she said with a wry grin.

Katie looked puzzled. "What are you talking about?"

"I've got a proposition for you," Becca said with unnerving confidence in her voice. "Actually, for both you and Tom."

"What's that?"

Becca smiled knowingly and took a sip. "I'll tell you when he gets back."

Katie tried to prompt for more clues, but Becca was being coy. Her sly hint had Katie curious, and she was suddenly eager for Tom to return. After what seemed an interminable wait, Tom returned. "Did I miss anything?" he asked conversationally.

"Actually, you did," Becca said nonchalantly. "Your wife was telling me a bit about some of your disagreements and incompatibilities."

Tom shot Katie a hostile look. "Oh?"

"And I've got a proposal for the two of you that might make everyone happier," Becca said with a knowing smile.

Tom's eyebrows rose, while Katie looked suspiciously at Becca. "A proposal?"

"I want to borrow your husband for a year to be my companion," Becca said to Katie without batting an eye. She took another sip of wine, watching the couple's reactions with amusement.

Tom gulped nervously. "Uh," he stammered and held up his left hand, displaying his wedding ring, "Katie and I are married, remember?"

"So? It's no big deal, not these days, anyway." There was something unnervingly calm about the way Becca was talking. "You admitted that things weren't exciting enough or passionate enough for you, and she did say that things were rather tense between you."

"I can't. It's just it's not right," Tom protested. He looked at Katie and saw that she, too, was astonished by the offer. "Even if we are having a few difficulties."

"Not even for one million dollars?"

Tom's eyes widened. He looked at Katie and saw her expression. She seemed to be mulling over the offer, which startled Tom. "You can't be serious!"

"I'm very serious." Becca sipped her wine. "Here's the deal. You take a leave of absence from your job for a year. I'll replace your salary, so Katie isn't without proper financial support. During the year, you'll move in with me and be my consort. At the end of the first quarter, I pay the two of you one hundred thousand; after the second quarter, another two hundred thousand. Then, an additional three hundred thousand, and at the end one full year, I pay the final four hundred thousand, to make a total of one million dollars."

"That would make me a gigolo," Tom protested. "I ... can't." And yet, there was something in his eyes beyond the surprise and shock at her unusual offer.

Becca calmly took another sip of wine. "You could consider this as a sabbatical from your marriage to let things cool off a bit."

"You know we could use the money," Katie said bluntly to Tom, her face a neutral mask. "And we have_ been getting on each other's nerves a lot lately." She said the last with a tone that suggested it was all Tom's fault, not hers. "A break might be just what we need to see if we should get divorced or not."

"But"

"This is so tempting. I'd take the offer just so you don't harass me about children for the next year," Katie whispered angrily to Tom. "You know what our last discussion about that topic was like."

Tom recoiled as if stung. "But" Katie's anger had been completely unexpected and stunning.

Katie stood suddenly. "I need to use the ladies' room," she announced before walking off.

Tom looked at Becca, stunned and feeling helpless. His wife was seriously considering renting him out as Becca's companion for a year, as though he was a cheap escort, and she was the pimp. He looked at Becca, uncertain of what to do. He had the look of a man whose world had just spun out of control, and he didn't know what to do.

Becca just smiled at him. "You know you're interested," she said with certainty. "You find me exciting, passionate, and sexy. You said so yourself the other day. And you'd like a break from arguing about children and sex with your boring wife, right?"

Tom stared at her as she sipped her wine. To her, it seemed like she was buying a new car, not negotiating with a wife about using her husband for a year. He looked at Becca, and he saw her Winter stage persona, the image of sexuality, excitement, and adventure. He gulped nervously, feeling suddenly like a fly trapped in a spider's web. Or being lured into a trap with enticing bait.

"You're tempted, aren't you?" she repeated.

"Um," Tom stammered. "Um"

"Be honest," Becca said firmly. "You find my offer exciting, don't you?"

"Uh, yeah," Tom admitted softly, feeling his cheeks redden. "It's an interesting proposition." He tried to laugh, but it sounded hollow. "It's not every day that a normal, plain guy has a rock superstar coming on to him, you know."

"I promise you a year of fun, excitement, travel, concerts, and a lot of variety to spice up your life." She spoke with a sultry, seductive tone, and, in her rich contralto voice, it sounded sexy and alluring, a siren song to a man whose wife wasn't fulfilling his needs or wishes. "And Katie told me that you like some variety, and I find that kind of thing ... sexy!" she purred to him, causing his eyebrows to lift in shock.

Katie returned, and she sat down, staring at Tom. "You want to do it, don't you?"

Tom gulped nervously. He really did want to spend a year with Becca, but he wasn't sure about leaving Katie.

She read his thoughts and facial expression, though. "You want to. And I want to take her up on her offer, too." She turned to Becca, a wicked grin on her face. "Unless Tom says no in the next three seconds, we've got a deal," she announced definitively to Becca, leaving Tom sitting, too stunned to answer and too embarrassed to tell Katie truthfully that yes, he really did want to take Becca's offer. The three seconds passed, and Katie, after another glance at Tom, said definitively, "It's a deal."

Tom paused after getting his small suitcase from the trunk of his older Mazda and scanning the grounds of Becca's 'house.' It was gated for security; she'd given him a pass card the day they'd signed some legal documents formalizing the contract. The house wasn't some type of palatial estate that many people would imagine a bit star would live in, but it wasn't small, either. The landscaping was quite attractively maintained, dotted with blooming flowers for accent. Tom found that interesting; as a hobby, he did some gardening at his and Katie's house. He hoped that Katie wouldn't mind if he did some gardening here; his mind's eye had immediately identified a few things that he could improve based on the architectural style and layout of the house and yard. The house, he guessed, was probably twenty-five hundred or three-thousand square feet, far larger than most of Becca's fans could afford and way out of Tom's league in this expensive area of the metro area.

"You're late," Becca said from the main door, sounding a bit cross.

Tom spun, startled. "Uh," he stammered, "the traffic was a little heavy, and "

With a wicked grin, Becca pranced down the two steps. "I was joking," she said, laughing. She walked boldly to Tom, grasped his face between her hands, and kissed him passionately. She pulled back after a moment. "Don't you want me?" she purred.

"Uh," Tom said, "this still seems a bit awkward." He felt confused by the entire deal but couldn't help that he found her sexy and that her perfume was tantalizingly sweet.

"But you do want me, don't you?" She let her hand drop and rubbed the firmness in his crotch. "I thought so," she giggled.

Tom was startled by her blatant sexuality. "Yeah, well, you're so damned sexy," he replied uneasily. "But"

She shook her head, silencing him with a finger across her lips. "But nothing. Now, let's try that again. And remember, your wife was eager to let you be mine," she added. She leaned close again, her lips seeking his. This time, spurred by the memory that Katie had pushed him into the deal as though she was tired of him, Tom let himself relax and respond. They kissed for a long while until Becca backed away, her eyes wide open and an expression of lust on her face. She grasped his hand, clutching it tightly. "Let's get you moved in, and then I'll give you the grand tour," she said.

There was no doubt in Tom's mind of what the 'grand tour' was going to entail.

They walked through the house, which despite outward appearances, was modestly styled and furnished. She led him up a staircase, Tom carrying his small suitcase with one hand because Becca wasn't letting go of his other hand. They walked into a large bedroom with a king-sized bed and a couple of wing chairs opposite a fireplace. "This is your room," she purred.

Tom frowned, puzzled. "My room?" He was stunned by both the grandeur of the room and the fact that she was implying that it was his personal bedroom. That seemed to belie the entire contract.

"Don't get me wrong, but I'm not always going to want to wake up with you," she explained quickly after she surmised his concern. Her comment visibly deflated his ego a bit. She saw his crestfallen look. "Oh, don't worry. I just like a little private time now and again. I don't want to wake up with anyone else unless you want to have a little party." She grinned. "And I guarantee you'll be spending a lot of time in my bed with me because I really like sex." She tugged the suitcase into his hand and dropped it to the floor. "Like right now," she purred as she nibbled at his neck and ears. She pulled him past the door to what he guessed was his bathroom and through a different doorway into an adjoining bedroom. This one was even more elaborately decorated, with satin and lace on seemingly everything. There was a definite cool, wintery theme to the décor.

Tom knew instantly that it was her bedroom.

"Is this?" Tom started to ask, but before he could finish his question, Becca pushed him to sit on her bed and then straddled his lap, kissing him insistently while her hands rubbed eagerly over his body, eventually tugging at his clothes. Tom started to reciprocate, slowly at first, and then with more feeling as he rubbed her breasts and then began to grope at her clothing, too.

"Ah, ah," Becca said, leaning back a bit, smiling. "You're in my prison. And the warden decided she's going to have to interrogate you. How does that sound to you?"

Tom's eyes were wide with surprise at her boldness. "So the rumors of you being a bit kinky?"

Becca pushed him onto his back and then tore at his clothes. "Are all true. And I'm going to have you, right now. What do you think of that?" She was rubbing herself on his crotch as if possessed. "And you don't have a choice. You realize that, don't you?" she said between kissing him very enthusiastically. "You're mine. You're my prisoner," she whispered in his ear as she kissed and nibbled at his neck.

Tom found her assertive play very exciting. After all, he'd often wished that Katie was a little more aggressive and playful in the bedroom. Now, with her permission, he was experiencing it and with his favorite female rock star. It was like a fantasy come true.

When they were both finished with their frenetic love-making, Becca pushed herself up on her arms like she was doing a pushup directly over him. "I think we're going to have a very  interesting year, don't you?" she asked with a seductive smile.'

"I can't help but feel a little guilty," Tom admitted to his apprehensions. "I mean, my job"

Becca silenced him by leaning forward and kissing him passionately again. She pushed herself up again. "You were saying?"

"Uh, I forgot?" Tom replied playfully.

"Good answer," Becca grinned before she leaned into another kiss, rubbing her hot naked body tantalizingly on his, with the obvious intent of rekindling his passion.

A head resting on his arm felt unusual to Tom when he woke up. Katie hadn't fallen asleep on his arm since their honeymoon. For a moment, he was baffled until he recalled the previous evening when Becca had ravished him so thoroughly and repeatedly in a frenzy of sex. He smiled, remembering her creativity and insatiability.

"Morning," she said with a smile as she woke up to his stirring. She kissed him, a slow, lingering kiss, but she stopped. "You're distracted again."

Tom tried to smile but failed. "It's just strange." He saw the reaction on her face. "Not you. Damn, but you're a tigress," he said appreciatively. "You're ... wow!"

"You were ... yummy!" "Glad you liked it," Becca said with a big grin, kissing him again. Her hand started creeping down his chest, playing in his chest hair and teasing his nipples, before sliding down to his slightly round belly on its way to his groin.

"So were you," Tom agreed enthusiastically. "It's been forever since I had a night like that. Katie ..."

Becca scowled at the mention of his wife. "Shhh," she said, putting her finger on his lips. "I don't want to hear that name again for the next year, okay? It really spoils the mood," she scolded him firmly.

"I've got a question," Tom asked, struggling to keep focused as Becca began to rub his member. "You told me not to bring a lot of clothes."

Becca leaned forward and kissed his chest. "You don't need any of that stodgy, boring, corporate uniform shit," she said simply. "I've got a closet full of clothes for you something a hell of a lot more suitable." She kissed his chest again. "Now, shall we talk about clothes, or should I keep on with what I'm doing?"

"Keep on," Tom said, feeling a rush of pleasure through his body.

"Some of the clothes maybe a little snug," Becca said as she stroked his crotch. "But I think they'll fit pretty quickly once you lose some weight and get in shape."

"Get in shape?"

Becca looked up to his face, grinning. "You don't think you'll be able to keep up with me if you don't work on your endurance, do you?"

"Based on last night, I think I'll need to build up a _lot_ of endurance." Tom didn't know whether to laugh or cringe at her implication. He went with the former, a nervous laugh.

"And you will be traveling with me and being seen in public with me a lot, so you _will_ want to look your very best, won't you? And I think you'll be surprised at how tiring it is to tour, even though it doesn't seem like it would be." Her voice and eyes were practically begging him to say yes. Becca slid her head further down, and Tom's eyes widened. He couldn't remember Katie _ever_ performing oral sex. This was certainly something that he wasn't used to. She was right; this was going to be an interesting year. And he was so distracted that he couldn't think of any objections to changing his clothing style if that was what Becca wanted.

The woman walked confidently into the private gym in Becca's house. "You must be Tom," she said as she extended a hand toward him.

"Uh, yeah," Tom answered. He couldn't help but notice that beneath the woman's spandex, which emphasized her every curve, she was very fit, with seemingly not an ounce of extra fat. Tom felt a little jealous, and he subconsciously sucked his gut in a bit.

The woman noticed and permitted herself a slight smile. "Becca tells me that we're going to be working to get you in better shape, right?" She looked up and down his body. "I'm Diedre," she continued. "I work a lot with Becca to help her stay in shape, and I'll be working with you, too."

"Okay," Tom said nervously. He wasn't quite sure what to expect from Becca's trainer.

"We're going to work a lot on aerobic exercise and toning your body," Diedre continued, "especially your core." She patted his tummy. "Within a couple of weeks, between exercising with me and a good, sensible diet, you're going to look and feel like a whole new man."

"Diet?"

"We'll cut out those nasty, fat-building carbs. You'll eat healthy food like Becca does lots of veggies and fruits and sensible protein, including a good healthy protein shake twice a day. How do you think she stays in such good shape, hmm?" Diedre grinned. "It's my exercising routine and the diet I laid out for her." Her eyes twinkled a bit. "But like everyone, she sometimes cheats and indulges herself in unhealthy snacks. Then I have to make sure she works extra hard to keep the pounds off. I'm sure you'll be the same way."

"Okay."

"And she said to make sure you get a good plan of supplements." She saw his quizzical look. "They'll help keep your body healthy and build endurance and stamina." She winked knowingly at Tom, which made him blush. "And she asked for something to help your ... um ... performance and endurance," she said, trying to keep from embarrassing Tom any further than he already was. Her attempt at discretion didn't help; Tom was beet red with profound embarrassment.

An hour and a half later, dripping sweat from Diedre's intense workout, Tom was glad to follow her from the gym to the kitchen. She showed him where his protein powder was stored and had him mix up a glass with some orange juice for a post-workout drink. She also showed him where his supplements were and went over his supplement schedule. All told, he had a nine various capsules and pills to be taken over the course of his day, according to a schedule she'd written down for him. Between his physical fatigue and the dizzying instructions with the supplements, Tom wasn't really fully alert to all the instructions. He finally stopped Diedre. "Can you go over that again, a bit slower?"

Diedre chuckled. "I should have you do an extra fifty sets of lunges to inspire you to listen better next time."

Tom's eyes widened. "Fifty?" He was stunned. "If I do even ten more, I won't be able to um," he looked down, embarrassed, "you know."

Diedre smiled at his predicament, but she decided to be merciful after pushing him very hard on his first workout. "Okay, consider this a warning, but I better not see it happen again, or you'll get one hundred extra lunges." She proceeded to review the supplement and medication schedule for Tom a little slower. He got most of it. The parts he wasn't quite sure about were in a binder atop the refrigerator for his reference.

It seemed that every muscle in Tom's body ached from the strenuous workout. He wondered how on earth he was going to be able to satisfy Becca that evening. One thing he was sure of after a couple of weeks working out with Diedre, he was going to be in much better physical shape.