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Working with famous Rock-star Billy Idol is far from a piece of cake. Between his shameless attitude, wild behavior, and colorful personality, I often find myself struggling to keep him in line. Which I just so happen to be tasked with currently, trying to get the rocker in shape before his face is broadcasted to thousands as he sings one of his many songs from his album, Whiplash Smile.
“Billy, get your shit together. You’ve got an audience waiting.” I crossed my arms as the man in question strolled backstage. A smug, prideful smirk was plastered across his face as he reached the table I was standing behind, holding a variety of things. Water, soda, snacks, anything you’d need to perform for hours on end.
“Relax, I’ve got it covered.” He snorted, a heavy British accent weighing down his words. He swiped a bottle of water and twisted the cap off, bringing the plastic to his lips. His adam's apple bobbed as he gulped down the liquid, letting out a relieved sigh. I rolled my eyes as he wiped the corner of his mouth, setting the bottle down and screwing the cap back on.
“You sure as hell don’t seem like it.” I replied curtly, wrinkling my nose at him. Decked nearly head to toe in shiny, bright silver, black leather, and spikes, he did look like the image of ‘rock and roll.’ Carefully picked out by him, since he didn’t want to listen to his design team. Said something along the lines of ‘You all want to make me look like some knock-off Ozzy Ozborne.’
Billy seemed to be coming up with a reply as he grabbed a bag of crisps and opened them, shoving the salty, oil-ridden snack into his mouth. He chewed for a second, muscles in his jaw flexing as his teeth worked to break down the food. I glanced out at the opening on the stage to distract my wandering thoughts. Trying to get your client in shape while thirsting over them is not exactly work-appropriate.
“I’ve performed a show or two, believe it or not sweetheart. Whether it’s being recorded or not, you know I’ll look good.” He replied and threw the bag of crisps somewhere over my shoulder, grinning as I stepped sideways to avoid it hitting me. I lowered my brows as my attention was brought back to the blonde in front of me, who had taken off one of his ridiculously-sized rings.
Billy cleared a spot on the table by throwing more bottles of water and snacks off it, some flying off to the side, while the others were again, flung over my shoulder. He flicked off the top of the ring and tapped some white powder in a less-than-straight line. He bent over slightly and pressed a finger to one of his nostrils, breathing in the powder through his nasal cavity. Once all the powder was gone he stood up with a relieved groan.
“Billy, really? While you’re on stage?” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. He had already done a line of cocaine before the show, and here he was doing another while his audience and cameras were out there waiting for him. He looked at me with amusement through ice-blue irises and dilated pupils, a clear indication of his substance use.
“What, you want a line?” He raised his eyebrows at me as he reached for his half-full water.
“No. You need to be out there in less than 5 minutes before people start leaving. Stop fuckin’ around Billy.” I denied his offer and walked around the table with a napkin in hand. He watched me through lidded eyes as he took a drink from his water, lips red from dryness and his licking of them; among other things he tends to exhibit while on stage.
“God, I get it alright? Let me have a break.” Billy complained as I brought the napkin up to his nose and wiped off the excess white powder on his upper lip and septum. Once I was done he rolled his eyes.
“Lose the attitude. We haven't got time for this. You have 3 more songs to perform, then we’re done for the night. Keep it together for the next half hour, will you?” I rolled my eyes in response as I turned my back to him to toss the napkin in the nearby trash bin.
“Anything for you sweetheart. I’ll add a gun to your Christmas list this year, maybe it’ll help you kill me faster.” Billy taunts, blowing me a kiss. He doesn’t bother with leaving his bottle of water backstage and carries it with him out to the stage. The crowd erupts into a loud, deafening roar of screams as soon as the lights capture blonde hair and pale skin.
I shook my head as I grabbed a chair and sat down, watching Billy lean down to pick up his microphone stand. He takes one last sip of water, but instead of swallowing it, he swirls it in his mouth, then spits it back into the bottle. Once he twisted the cap back on, he chucked the bottle of water out into the crowd, presumably for all the thirsty women to fight over.
He didn’t even get a word in before Thommy Price and Steve Stevens began the opening notes to ‘Don’t Need A Gun’. Billy clapped his hands above his head to the beat prior to his cue to start singing, bouncing on his feet slightly. Shortly after that, he began singing, performing a variety of facial expressions and gestures clearly meant to get the crowd going.
His nearly-white blonde hair reflected the rainbow of flashing colors being projected at him, along with his sweat stained skin. It’s always hot at concerts, but this one was exceptionally hot. Even I was sweating, though I wasn’t the one singing for hours. Stevens and Price wore similar expressions to Billy, tired and coked up, but nonetheless having enough energy to put on a show.
“WITH A WHIPLASH SMILE!! - WOOOOOWWW!!”
Billy screamed, leaning his head back and shaking it from side to side. He then continued to sing the chorus of the famous song, pointing out towards what I could only assume was either the crowd or the cameras. Either way, he was keeping it together for the most part. Or was, until he started making obscene gestures, like licking his fingers.
He then moved behind Stevens and rolled his hips, a look of pure enjoyment and smugness plastered across his face. I couldn’t help but scoff to myself as I thought about how much I wanted to tell Billy to tone it down on the sexual gestures. However, that’s part of what people come for I suppose. To see someone who people compared to Elvis in his performances.
The song ended in about a minute, transitioning to ‘To Be A Lover.’ Yet another one of Billy’s many songs about sex. To be fair it’s what every rock star and client writes about, so I can’t say I’m surprised to hear similar lyrics. I have to give him some credit though, even for being so wily, he’s hot shit. Good with girls, fit, blonde, everything that a girl and her mom could dream of.
I grabbed a bottle of water from behind me and cracked it open, taking a sip of it. Up on stage, Billy just sang the line ‘when I realized you need love too - ‘gonna spend my life makin’ love to you’ with handfuls of enthusiasm, rolling on the stage set. He sprung up within a few seconds and kept on singing, leaning on one of his backup singers with yellowish blonde hair that was desperate for a tone.
I watched with boredom. We were about midway through our tour, and I was growing both sick and tired of watching and hearing the same songs over and over again. I felt like I could almost name every song of his and repeat them word for word. Not that I’d want to. Billy didn’t need much more of an ego boost than he’s already got.
I watched as he practically screamed out his lyrics with a ridiculous amount of enthusiasm, then rolled onto the floor. Not again. I thought, though I knew it was of no use, considering he was already humping the ground. The crowd got impossibly louder, filled with the squeals of girls and women, partnered by the much-fewer screams of men.
I sunk in my chair as soon as he finished ‘To Be A Lover’ and anticipated going back to my hotel room where I could sleep in peace. With all the recordings we had to do, this concert had easily stretched longer than 3 hours. I wondered how Billy could sing like this for hours on end, then reminded myself that he was high off coke half the time he was awake. Maybe that’s the reason for my tiredness, the fact I don’t do coke.
I must’ve zoned out, since I didn’t realize the show was over until Billy was walking towards me, face suddenly void of any enthusiasm from before. He looked drained, but that was probably from the drugs. Adrenaline and coke must not be the most energy-inducing cocktail out there, not for long periods of time any time.
Billy walked right past me and grabbed a bottle of water, biting off the cap with his pearly-white teeth. He gulped down ¾ of it within a few seconds, not choking once. I stood up with a sigh and moved my chair back to its original spot. Waiting for Billy to be done, I shifted my weight onto one of my legs and planted my hands on my hips. Any day now. I thought.
He paused momentarily to catch his breath, then chugged the rest of the water. He crushed the now-empty bottle and threw it somewhere over my shoulder. That seemed to be his thing, trying to throw shit at my head. Maybe give me a concussion so he can hire another manager that’ll let him ruin his public image.
“What you starin’ at?” Billy asked, lips curling upwards into his famous sneer, revealing his perfect rows of white teeth.
“Nothing. I’m waiting for you to hurry up so I can go the fuck to bed.” I replied with just as much spite.
“Oh please, I’ll be fine. Go get your beauty rest.” He waved me off, tone so annoyingly condescending.
“I can’t have you sleeping with any more chicks at your concert. It makes my job ten times harder to have to find whatever hotel or alley you ran off to get your dick wet.” I retorted, which didn’t seem to faze Billy one bit.
“Sounds like you’re jealous sweetheart.” Idol teased, grinning at me.
“That’s unprofessional.” I rolled my eyes and walked past him, headed for the backstage exit. Billy followed shortly after me, knowing he’d have to leave with me at one point or another. Being famous can only get you so far when the janitors are trying to clean up the mess your concert created, after all.
“You’re far from professional either.” He scoffed as I stepped outside the door, feeling cool night air wrapping around me. It provided relief for the thick layer of sweat coating my body, and evidently did the same for my client. He let out a sigh and pushed past me, eagerly climbing inside the back of the taxi waiting outside for us.
I followed suit and sat a respectable distance away from Billy, corners of my mouth downturning into a frown. He didn’t seem to catch my worn facial expression, thanks to the darkness covering nearly everything in sight. You could see most of the outside, illuminated by cars rushing past and street lamps covering the ground.
Within a few minutes we arrived at our hotel, much to my relief. I figured Billy would find a way to ring up some girl to bang while I’m trying to sleep. These stupid hotels always place our rooms directly next to or across from each other. Great for forcing the rocker to wake up on time, terrible to hear the nearly pornographic moans of whatever chick he was banging that night.
I didn’t bother with the stairs as I walked into the hotel and beelined for the elevator. Idol was right on my trail, and stood next to me in the elevator. He shrugged off his leather jacket and folded it over his arm. He leaned his back against the wall behind him, breathing rather loudly. I glanced back at him for a second as I pressed the number “5” button, forcing my eyes to remain on his face.
Sweat coated his muscular arms, upper body, and torso. His blonde hair was wild, but it wasn’t really a new development considering that’s how his hair looked every day. His spikey mullet, short at the sides and medium-length in the back and on the front. I was having trouble admitting that he was attractive, but so far had been successful in pushing my unruly thoughts to the back of my mind.
The elevator dinged, reminding the both of us of our whereabouts. I stepped out first and grabbed my room key out of my back pocket, likewise to Billy who again, wasn’t far behind me. I walked down the hallway to the far end and turned my back to Idol so I could insert the room key into the keyhole.
Just before he pushed his way into his own room, I spoke. “Be up by 10 tomorrow, preferably sober. We’ve gotta travel tomorrow and I don’t want to deal with you high off your rocker. Got it, asshole?” I talked with a flat voice, feeling like even speaking was tiring at this point.
“Sure thing, love. Promise I won’t misbehave.” He winked back at me, which told me otherwise. I shook my head and walked inside my room. I collapsed nearly immediately on the bed and buried my face in the expensive-looking white sheets. I was exhausted, and almost thought I might fall asleep like that. However, sleep evaded me, and all I could think of was Billy rolling his hips against the floor, along with his other sexual performative tendencies.
With hesitation I pushed myself off the bed and made my way to the bathroom. I still had to take off my makeup, especially if I wanted to keep my skin as clear as it is. Being pretty all the time comes at a price. I thought, and physically gagged. It sounded like something Idol would say, full of himself and overconfident.
I groaned as I walked out of the bathroom and out of my hotel room. I needed to talk to Billy about his attitude today, especially with how wild he’s gotten on this tour. While it’s making a fuck-ton of money, that doesn’t excuse his behavior nor his incessant bitchy behavior. You would’ve thought he was a teenage girl on her period with the way he was acting.
I knocked on his door, and heard the creak of a bed and heavy footsteps. Billy soon after opened the door and looked almost surprised to see me, like it was ridiculous for me to be awake at such an hour. I’m usually up late anyway trying to prepare things, so I didn’t fully understand his confusion.
“Fancy seeing you awake at this hour.” He smirked, lips curling upward into that annoying-ass sneer.
“Yeah, save it for the prostitutes.” I snorted as I pushed past him and walked towards his mini-fridge where he was sure to have some kind of alcoholic beverage. I wasn’t one to drink usually, but after today I sure could use it. Between stressing about everything being ‘perfect’ and trying to keep Idol in line, I wasn’t super high-energy at the moment.
“Rude. You know I did great today, ‘dunno why you’re in such a sour mood.” Billy sighed, walking back to his king-sized bed and laying on it with a sound of relief. Maybe he was more tired than I originally thought.
I grabbed a beer bottle and tossed it to Billy, who caught it with surprise. “Open that for me, will you?”
“Didn’t know I was your servant too.” He chuckled, and bit the bottle’s cap with his molars, peeling it off the glass. He took the cap into his mouth, then spat it somewhere in the direction of the radiator. I took a sip of it before I started speaking.
“Today was a less than awesome performance. You’ve gotta get it together.” I started, sitting on the bed near his hips. I kept a respectable distance away, and turned my head to look at Billy.
“I think it went great, I’m not sure why you’ve got your panties in a twist.” He shrugged, and sat up, scooting backwards so his back rested against the headboard of the bed. Billy leaned forward briefly and snatched my beer from me, taking a drink from it.
“Give that back.” I sighed, gesturing towards my beer in his hand.
“It’s not yours, it was in my room.” Billy rolled his eyes, taking another sip of it.
“You’ve been a prick all day, I don’t need you being one at night too.”
“You know me love, I don’t like to listen.” He laughed.
I reached for the beer, and somehow ended up practically crawling over my client to reach the beverage that he kept just out of my reach. I groaned in frustration and placed a hand on Billy’s bare chest to keep him down while I snatched my beer back.
“You know if you wanted to get on top of me you could’ve just asked.” He said smugly.
“You know that’s not what I-” I was cut off by Billy grabbing my face, more gentle than expected, pulling me into a kiss. I didn’t kiss him back for a second, confusion rushing through my veins. Slowly I began to melt into the kiss and reciprocated it, somehow managing to set my beer on his nightstand.
He bit on my bottom lip roughly, getting more greedy and hungry the more our kiss stretched on. Without much time to process what was happening, I forgot that I’m not supposed to sleep with clients. I couldn’t resist tangling my fingers in Billy’s hair as his kisses trailed from the corner of my mouth down to my neck. From there he bit, sucked, and kissed the tender skin, earning him the sound of my increasingly desperate gasps.
“Billy- we can’t.” I managed to spit out, though it didn’t make him pause for even a second. He reached for the bottom of my t-shirt I’d thrown on once I got to my hotel, and broke away from my skin to lift it off my body and over my head.
“Why not?” He smirked against my collarbone as he pressed more hungry kisses to it, teeth grazing my skin. Kisses turned into needy bites as he sucked on my skin, like he’d been starved of my touch or attention for so long.
“I’m your manager.” I sighed, feeling disappointment flood my body as I got the sentence out. However he didn’t seem to share the same sentiment, and kept working at making sure my skin was covered in love bites.
“‘Don’t care. Do you?” He replied, hand trailing backwards and unclasping my bra. My tits spilled out as the piece of clothing fell from my body, and was replaced by Billy’s mouth on my nipple. He licked the sensitive skin and rubbed and pinched the other one. I couldn’t help but moan and arch my back into his mouth.
“Fuck- no.” I spat out.
As soon as Billy got this confirmation, he practically threw me off him and onto the bed, lying on my back. He jumped off the bed and leaned over me, grabbing both my pajama bottoms and underwear, tearing them off my body. I let out a protest, but didn’t have much opportunity to be more vocal, since Billy covered my mouth with his hand.
“I’ll buy you a new pair, - ‘can’t have any noise complaints.” He said as he lowered himself towards my exposed sex. I let out a moan as soon as I felt his mouth on my clit, licking it like a starving man. His other hand found its way towards my exposed cunt and ran his fingers through my folds.
Without warning, he slipped a finger inside me. He began pumping it in and out of me, humming against my clit. I moaned shamelessly into his hand, unable to contain myself. Maybe all those songs about sex did come from experience. “Fuck Billy-” I groaned into his hand as he slipped a second finger inside me. His teeth grazed my clit as I wrapped my legs around his head, practically trapping him against me and forcing his face into me.
His fingers left my core and found their way to my thigh, tapping it lightly, telling me to release him. I relaxed my legs, which had a small amount of slick on them from Billy’s fingers. I was about to protest him pulling away from my clit, but found them suffocated as soon as his lips were back on mine.
Through the kiss I fumbled with his belt, which he had to assist with. I couldn’t help but unbutton his pants and slide his zipper down. Seeming to understand what I was requesting, Billy broke the kiss for a moment to take his pants and boxers off. This left the both of us naked. I reach forward to wrap my hand around his hard cock, and tug on him gently.
Billy’s hips bucked into my hand as he closed his eyes, letting out a groan. I used this as encouragement and spat on my hand, resuming my rubbing of his cock. He turned into mush and patheticness as I pleased him, like he hadn’t had sex in years. That was a lie, I knew that damn well, but it doesn’t hurt to give me an ego boost.
“Fuck- slow down love. ‘Don’t wanna cum yet.” Billy spat out and pulled my hand off him, pinning it above my head.
“I need you Billy- I need you in me.” I begged, not bothering to hide the desperation of lust in my voice. Shame seemed to be something I lost my sense of in the current moment.
“Bet you do. Needy little slut you are, begging for my cock. Bet you’ve dreamed about this.” He teased as he ran the tip of his dick through my folds. I whined pathetically.
“Please Billy- oh fuck.” I groaned as he pushed into me slowly, inch by inch. I grasped at Billy’s bareback, digging my fingers into his skin.
“Yeah, take it like a good bitch. I know you love it baby.” Idol groaned into my ear as he bottomed out, pushing all the way into me. He didn’t move for a bit, giving me time to adjust to his size.
“More- I need more Billy.” I moaned, which spurred him into action. His thrusts started out slow and sensual, teasing almost. Like he wanted to hear me beg for him to go faster. Which I probably would do.
“You on the pill, love?” He asked, slowly speeding up his thrusts. His hips met mine as he kept pushing into me. Billy grabbed one of my legs and hooked my ankle over his shoulder, allowing him to push deeper.
“Fuck- yeah. I’m on the pill.” I managed to spit out.
“Can’t wait to cum in this pretty pussy. Fuckin’ beautiful, you are.” Billy said in response as he reached a hand down to rub my clit. He increased the speed of his thrusts until I couldn’t get words out audibly, moaning unintelligibly. I could feel my orgasm draw closer as we kept on going.
“‘M gonna cum-” I moaned, feeling that coil in my stomach wind tighter and tighter.
“Cum on this cock baby. I wanna hear my name come out of that pretty little mouth of yours.” Billy groaned into my ear.
“Billy- oh fuck- Billy I-” My sentences broke apart as soon as my orgasm washed over me, flooding my veins and tensing my muscles. Billy didn’t stop thrusting into me, now chasing his own high.
My words became a messy jumble of sounds as Billy’s name danced on my tongue, sounding out in a repeated prayer. Like I was worshipping him. I scratched his back as I came down from my high, trying to ride it out. However Billy didn’t seem to want to be done with me. His thrusts became sloppy and lost their rhythm.
“Gonna cum baby. Right inside that pretty pussy of yours.” He groaned into my ear, and flooded my insides with warmth as he orgasmed. His body fell slack against mine, sweat sticking together in a messy tangle of limbs. The room smelled of sex, but all I could focus on was how good Billy smelled.
Eventually Billy pulled out of me with a groan and got up to go to the bathroom, carrying a towel. He threw it at me while he put his boxers back on and took it from my hands once he was done. Billy set to cleaning me up, and helped me put my clothes back on.
However he didn’t let me leave the room, and pulled me closer to him as he laid down. I relaxed in his touch, and forgot for just a moment that I was his manager. Right now, he was a hot guy I had just hooked up with, and I was okay with that.
“Gonna have to do that more, sweetheart. Didn’t know you had it in you.” He mumbled against the back of my neck, pressing warm, gentle kisses to it.
“Maybe all those sex songs aren’t allat terrible.” I sighed as I closed my eyes.
“I should write one ‘bout you.” He grinned against my skin.
“Don’t you dare.”