Author's Chapter Notes:
Its taken forever for me to get into the character of Brie.  This has been harder of a task than I thought, but here's what I got.  Let me know what you think!

Touring.  I love to tour.  The music.  The fans.  The women.  Yes, the women.  Being a solo artist has brought me the more mature fans.  Don’t get me wrong, the NSYNC fans are always great, but something about being a solo act has brought out real women-not girls.  Releasing my second album independently was the best thing I have ever done for myself.  After the album release I was quickly thrown onto a tour.

                It was my show in LA that really made me appreciate the women of the tour.  It was that night when I spotted the hottest and most dangerous woman I had ever laid eyes on.  She was standing backstage beside the group of girls that had congregated.  I couldn’t help but look at her.  She screamed for attention in a way that I had never experienced.

                She wore black heels that added height and definition to her curves.  Oh these curves-they were being hugged by leather pants that looked as if they were painted on.  As my eyes continued to wander up her body I couldn’t help but notice how amazing her back looked in her white top.  The fabric just screamed to be touched.  The skin of her back was tanned.  I watched her long, dark brown hair sashay as she turned around.  I was met with piercing green eyes.  She smiled a knowing smile at me.  I was busted.

                I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out.  I was frozen.  She took a few steps toward me.

                “Hi, I’m Brie.” She smiled holding her hand out.  This woman was dangerous.  Her lips were full and her teeth were white.  Where is the flaw in this woman?

                I shook her hand. “JC.” I managed to get out with a cheesy grin.

                “I know who you are.  I wouldn’t be back her if I didn’t.”

                “Right of course.” What is wrong with me? Say something.  “I hope this isn’t too blunt, but you are absolutely gorgeous.” Seriously brain? That’s the best you could come up with?

                “Thank you.  You’re not so bad yourself.” She smiled.  “Are you excited to be performing again?”

                “Oh yeah.  The studio has been my home for so long that I had forgotten how the stage can feel like home as well.”

                “Especially with all those girls screaming your name.”  She winked and I let out my nervous laugh.  Something about this woman drew me in. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ron, the stage manager, walk towards the group of girls.

                “Ladies, you have 15 minutes with JC then you will be escorted to the seating area.” He explained.  Some of the girls turned in my direction while the others had meltdowns.  I was bombarded with requests for autographs and pictures.  The constant talking and the pulling and pushing me around was getting old-very quickly.  Ron came out, gathered up the woman and started to escort them down the hall.

                “Brie?” I called out.  She stopped walking with the group.

                “Yes JC?” Her voice was so smooth.  It just oozed with sex appeal.

                “Meet me at The Sky Bar at midnight.  I’ll have Ron add your name to the VIP list.”

                “I think I can do that.” She smiled.

                “Great.  I’ll see you then.”  She smiled and walked away.  After the vision of her was completely out of sight I had to compose myself.  I had to get ready to go on stage and perform.  At least there’s someone out there that I can sing to tonight.  Being a headliner was great.  I was able to take the more popular songs of my first album and songs from the second album and perform them.  I was what everyone was there for.  Although the second album was not as racy as the first album, it still screams sex. 

                I can remember when Schizophrenic came out how appalled some people were with the lyrics and the suggestive tone of the songs.  I like to write what I know.  I like to write about what I enjoy.  My second album does have a couple more ballads, there is still a freaky sexual undertone.

                “Jace! You’re on in 5.” Ron said breaking me from my thoughts.  I was getting mic’ed up.  Before I knew it I was out on stage singing and performing.  I felt like I was at home.  My eyes scanned the crowd for Brie but I could not find her.  It wasn’t until the second to last song, All Day Long I Dream About Sex, that my eyes landed on hers.  In my head I was sending her the vibe that this song was for her.  I finished my set and quickly ran to the van and was whisked away to the hotel.

                I walked into the Sky Bar and was ushered up to the VIP lounge.  I took a shot of whatever was being served.  After the burn wore off I ordered a beer and relaxed.  I checked my watch every 30 seconds waiting for Brie to show up.  Finally, after what seemed to be the 100th time I checked my watch her voice graced my presence.

                “Is this seat taken?” She asked.

                “Of course not.” I smiled.  “Please have a seat.” I smiled.  She had changed her clothes.  As much as I loved those leather pants, I was loving the dress.  Her legs were more amazing than I could have imagined.  I couldn’t help but think how I was going to admire her body tonight after we got back to my room.  I could smell her perfume as she sat close to me.  This woman was hypnotizing and I hadn’t even said more than 20 words to her.  “Can I get you a drink?”

                “A shot of whatever’s good.” She winked.

                “Well, I don’t fit into a shot glass so I hope vodka will do.” I smiled.  What’s with the cheesiness Chasez?  I internally was scolding myself.  This woman seriously made me an idiot.

                “Good to know.  I’ll take the vodka.” She smiled.  I poured her a shot and she threw it down her throat.  “Top shelf.”

                “Only the best.” I said.

                “Of course.” She said.  She placed her hand on my arm and leaned in close. “Your performance was amazing.”

                “Thank you.” I answered. “What was your favorite song?” I asked.  Her face was near mine and I was physically restraining myself from kissing her.

                “I can only pick one?”

                “Only one.”

                “Then I have to go with classic All Day Long I Dream About Sex.” She said.  I poured another shot for both of us.  “That has been my favorite song since I saw you perform it live in Anaheim a few years ago.”

                “You’ve been a fan that long?”

                “Now you make me sound old.” She laughed.  She threw her hair over her shoulder and took her second shot with ease.

                “What I’m trying to say is you don’t look old enough to have been a fan for years.”

                “Honey, I’m 28.  I am more than old enough and I am more than legal.” Her voice was low.  I had to take my second shot.

                “Good to know.  At least I know I won’t get sent to jail when I ask you to come back to my room with me.” Welcome back confidence.  It took you long enough!

                “I think that’s going to take a few more of these.” She smiled holding up her glass.

                “Oh trust me, that can be arranged.” I said.  I poured another shot and we clanked our glasses together.  I chased my shot with the beer I had been nursing.

                “So, what makes you think that after a couple more of these I’ll leave with you?” She asked.

                “Cause I saw how you were looking at me on stage.” I winked.

                “Oh yeah? What kind of look was that?”

                “I’m very familiar with the “fuck me now” look.” I quipped.

                “Hm, apparently.  How could you not be when you tell every girl in your audience that you dream about having sex with them?”

                “It’s usually only one or two girls that the song is usually meant for.”

                “So where’s this other girl?” She asked.  I put my hand on her leg and couldn’t help but notice how smooth her skin was. 

                “Unless you have a twin, it’s just you and me tonight.”

                “As fun as another girl would be, I think I’ll more than make up for there only being one girl.” She smiled.  She quickly turned her attention back to the vodka bottle and poured another shot for the both of us.

                Before I knew it, we had both taken enough shots to need another bottle.  While waiting Brie suggested we dance.  I lead her down the stairs and to the overcrowded dance floor.  I know I’m drunk, but Brie has moves.

                The smooth beat pulsed through the speakers creating the rhythm that was dictating the sway of her hips.  Her hands were rubbing up and down her body then slowly in her hair.  I pulled her to me and she pressed her backside into me.  As she grinded against my hips I started to imagine the things I would do to her in my hotel room.

                “I want you now.” I said into her ear and placed a kiss just below it.

                She turned around and looked me square in the eye.  “Then take me now.” My mouth crashed down on hers and tangled my hands in her hair.  I pulled away and grabbed her hand.  I lead her through the crowd and out to the awaiting car.  Once in the car we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other.  The feel of her mouth on mine was better than any sex I’ve ever had.  She straddled my lap and her skirt rode up.

                “Nice view.” I said in between kisses.

                “You better be planning on doing more than looking at me.”

                “Just you wait.” I said.  I pulled her face to mine and let my hands roam.  It took every bone in my body to not slip her barely there panties off in the car.  Her hands migrated to my lap and slowly started to massage my enlarging groin.  I grabbed her hands and redirected her.  “Let’s get inside first then you can do that.” The car stopped and she sat back in the seat.

                The door opened for her to get out.  She turned to look at me. “I’ve got somewhere you can be inside of.” She hopped out of the car as I let out a groan.  I followed her out of the car and lead her to my room.  This was going to be an amazing night.

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