From ever since I could remember, I had loved music. It had been my life and I always thought I would make it. Despite all the rejections I still had ...the belief in myself. Until now perhaps. This was the big one and as they say the bigger they are, they harder they fall. A voice with more balls. A marketable image. I knew what he was getting at. He wasn't the first. OK, so I didn't want to play rugby at school, or any sport for that matter. I had made every excuse to escape to the music. Five hot, young ladies who were visibly drunk, and two really good looking guys got in. I asked them if they had a hotel preference, and they told me they were just out of boot camp and didn't even know where the motels were. They were talking about the price and who was going to register the room. I listened in as I drove and one of them asked me to stop at a package store. I stopped at the package store and one of the guys went in. Meanwhile the three girls and guy in the back seat were. “Oh fuck.” She moaned, tossing her head back. Her cries of heightened pleasure filled the room, and the sounds made him hot with satisfaction. Close himself, he let out a loud groan of pleasure when she tensed, then began to spasm around him, legs shaking, back arching.“I love you, I love you.” She repeated, breathlessly, holding onto his face while he pushed on to his own release, so she could watch when he spilled into her. He swore when he came, brow furrowing, mouth falling open as he. I got some hot stills and clips of my sex Goddess I knew.It was evening and my friends decided to leave and I decided to stay for a little longer and told them a bye. Then we spoke a lot. Manjusha aunty laughed a lot for all the jokes I cracked. I also complimented her that she was very young looking. She acknowledged everything I told. Finally, I told aunty that I couldn’t find my phone and asked her to give a ring to my number. Haha.. I got her number easily.After leaving from there, I texted.