Sullied Starlet *closed*

[MadMissJ]

It was heaven. Pure bliss out in front of those lights, looking at the sea of humanity, as they cheered for her, cried over her words and hummed along with her melodies. They loved her, men wanted her and woman wanted to be her. She was their darling, the heartland’s baby girl that sang soulfully about broken hearts, America and lovin’ her man.

Jenny-Ann Jenks, Jen for short, was a true daughter of Nashville, raised up in Tennessee, the daughter of a school teacher and a studio musician. Hers was the classic story of a girl made good in the harsh world of music.

This moment was what she’d done all that work for. Her costumes were simple, they were geared toward every demographic, She was the ultimate girl next door, tight jeans that hugged like a lover up her legs, a small blue plaid shirt opened three or four buttons down, so it showed just the right amount of golden tanned skin at the swell of her breasts. Her long, blond hair was loose beneath a white cowboy hat that matched her boots.

She could look at see across the first few rows that more than half the girls there were dressed the same. Magazines and websites put her up on their best dressed, and Jenny-Ann was determined to stay where she was, untouchable and pure, there wasn’t a sniff of scandal in her life, no friends that had dirt, no family secrets or skeletons.

Her first album had been called: “Homecoming” hailed as a growth album with multiple number one hits, it had only brought to mind young girls and summertime fun. Her next would be just as safe, with a track geared toward a more mature sort of love. Each step was carefully calculated to make her even at 20, forever a virginal girl.

Jen waved to the crowd as she walked her way back across the stage, blowing kisses as the stadium erupted with screams and camera flashes. Even as she pushed past her band, giving them grateful smiles and congratulatory pats on the back, she could hardly breathe. The air around her seemed so oppressive as those back stage, rushed forward, some friends but most fans. She hadn’t even reached a glass over water when they swarmed, causing those baby blue eyes that were so popular now to look around for someone to clear them away, even as she plastered a smile on her face and took the pens offered to her.

The country star needed a moment, often did after a big show, for those that knew her, they could see the little cracks at the surface, the deep swallow of breath when her lips wavered in their faux-enjoyment.

She went to move forward, ducking her head down, letting her hair cover up part of her face, even when pads of paper and pictures were thrust under her nose.

“I’m sorry…” She murmured, hanging onto the bubbling annoyance that didn’t dare escape. Her daddy had warned her that every moment was a first impression, and she could never undo a judgment once it was made. Her stardom depended on her sweet disposition, kind nature and the throngs of fans.

Her private assistant was at her side, pushing through the radio contest winners and the microphones and cameras that shouldn’t have been back there in the first place. Jen gave her a look, her voice low.

“I need Colton. Now.”

Just where the heck was her security that the venue promised, they were supposed to take her to her door, and where was hers?

 

[Light Ice]

She'd no appreciation for how quickly her star was rising. The crowd had swelled to bursting, standing-room only, and after her finale the volume of their cheers had risen until he'd felt the concrete ground beneath his feet trembling. It was hot, damned hot, with the radiant heat of thirty-thousand people swelling under the lights of the stage and their own feverish fanaticism for the blonde-haired country femme's growing list of heartfelt hits and party numbers.

Colton Black had served in campaigns throughout the world and knew the dangerous power of a crowd. Hysteria had an infectious element to it. A single fan, otherwise to be considered crazy, could insight an entire crowd to madness with enough determination and charisma. The rules had changed but the dangers hadn't. During his times at war they'd used a bullet or a fist to eliminate threats before they could grow. But here? Here, his fist was bad publicity for the starlet. He'd been hired because he knew what kind of force to apply to keep her image clean and when to apply it.

Still, this crowd was mad and he was buried to his elbows in wrestling bodies as they cheered desperately for the girl to come back on stage. The energy that poured from them was special. It was also terrifying in its own way. One young man in particular had made the decision to leap the barrier and try and muscle his way through security. Colton had caught him around the waist, lifted him clean from his feet, and passed him like a child to barrel-chested guard named Sam Forton. Sam had taken him from that dangerous place between the stage and the barrier and to the police, quick and quiet. No bruises.

The crowd had only started to settle, to file out the way they had came in, when his radio had exploded.

"Take care of this." He said to Sam.

His trust in the man wasn't misplaced. They'd served together. The crowd was beginning to turn back and pour out onto the streets of the city for drinking, celebrating, and basking. It wouldn't be an issue.

And so he cut through the curtains and past the amps, the large black-boxes for the band's equipment and the milling assistants and roadies and groupies. Colton moved until he heard the commotion of reporters and the flashing of cameras, heard the shrieks of rabid fans and without hesitation did as he had become accustomed to doing.

His body struck the crowd at a seam and his powerful legs churned, muscling aside people until he'd wedged himself tight to Jenny. She hadn't seen him, lost amidst the flashes and the unfamiliar faces, and when he wrapped one strong arm around her little waist she'd stiffened up in pure terror. That was alright. He could forgive her for it.

"Get back." He said.

And for a moment it seemed to work. The crowd was full of smaller faces and eager reporters, not fighters. He wasn't a giant. He wasn't like Sam. He was just over six feet tall and his body wasn't bulky, but wiry, with a lean strength that cut from broad shoulders and sinuously-muscled arms and large hands. They recoiled because he had a hard face, wolfish with its dark stubble and short hair, and his eyes were an intense and pale green that coupled well with his grim nature to afford him that separation between a soldier's countenance and a doughy civilians insecurity.

But they didn't stay back long.

And soon he had all but lifted Jenny from her feet entirely and began swimming them through the crowd, abandoning her assistant there without a second thought and brushing bodies aside with a straining arm. The building security was finally moving to act, coming down the hall and putting themselves between the bustling swell of journalists and fans until Colton squeezed through with Jenny and they were finally given space to breath.

But he didn't let her relax. He kept her moving. The warmth of her little body curled into his side as he swept her into the dressing room behind locked doors and more security, places that you couldn't go without the proper tags and the proper know-ho. A little respite from the night and her performance, the lights off as he leaned his body against the door and turned the lock.

Leaving the pair abruptly alone and the girl seemingly safe from the madness she'd worked so hard to create for herself.

 

[MadMissJ]

The venues got bigger, the shows got longer and the fans got more fanatical and crazed, as did the reporters that were building their careers on getting the exclusive on Jenny-Ann.

Each show was in and of itself different, not too long ago it had been county fairs and honky-tonk bars, she’d been paying for studio time to record anything she’d written. Now it was sold out stadiums and concert halls, the fame she’d wanted to badly was too good to be true, and sometimes too much to handle.

Which was why she was surrounded by trustworthy people, her managers, her assistant, hair and make up, her band and last but certainly not least her security team. And Colton wasted no time in responding to whatever signal was sent out by those trust worthy folks. Jenny had begun trying to move on her own, becoming waylaid by demands and grabbing hands, her heart beating heavily and wildly as she’d heard her band behind her try and calm them down.

And then she was grabbed, a hard hand circling her waist had caused her to startle, almost to fight, but the deep growl that rumbled in the chest she was pulled against, put any fears to rest.

He would protect her. If he could get her out of the tangle of humanity before them.

Jenny let him push her forward, her boots hitting the floor quickly, the freight train of his own body keeping her from slowing, that thick arm lifting her off the ground when she didn’t move with enough speed, his hand out like a football player, stiff-arming his opponent.

When they reached the venue security and scurried through, she could still hear her fans screaming as they were held back, clawing at Colton, trying to take a piece of Jenny-Ann with them before she was gone. But the lean ex-soldier didn’t slow, though they were safe enough passed the guards on the other side of the door, he hurried her into her dressing room, refusing with that dark look to let her catch her breath.

For the first time in hours she breathed a long sigh, uncurling herself from her handsome head of security in the darkness. The silence was deafening as the lock slipped into place. Around her was the smell of flowers, there were no lights on, but she knew they’d be all over her dressing room, on tables and counters, taking up room on floor. With a hard swallow, Jenny took off her hat and dropped it on the floor, moving to braced herself with her hands on her vanity’s table, the mirror in front of her, refusing to show her tired reflection in the darkness.

That thick golden hair, curled and sprayed tumbled over her shoulders as her head tilted forward, as if her neck was far too tired to try and hold it up anymore. Perhaps it had been her imagination, but Jenny swore that she could still hear the roar of the crowd ringing in her ears. It tired her out, the way it had once energized her. Once that had been enough for the carefree country miss.

“God, that was awful.” The voice that said it was soft, with a little bit of the Midwest twang she was known for; it rounded out her vowels and let the words hang between them. But the push of annoyance wasn’t behind it, already the thoughts of those fans were fading, and a smile was replacing that worried frown.

She turned her face to where she knew he was, the slight shifting of his weight, the whisper of his clothing against the door were tell-tale signs. Jenny didn’t even try to swallow down the nervous tightness in her chest. Like the best poker players did, she waited it out, and let it ride.

“How am I supposed to get ready for my interviews if you keep me in the dark?” Jenny hinted with a laugh, still not moving from her position at the table.

 

[Light Ice]

It wasn't hard to understand why they loved her. It was impossible not to understand why they wanted her. The lean cut of her body presented itself in the dark as a promising and familiar arch. The bow of her back as she bent forward. The fall of her hair. She was the girlish kind of beautiful, between a girl and a woman, that broke hearts and shook a man's resolve. A charmer. A sweetheart. She inspired feelings to arch through him, balling up in his guts, tightening his muscles as his restraint fought to take control.

But as dangerous as desire, adrenaline coursed through him. He found, as she made her breathy exclamations, that he was drawing towards her. The movement attracted her eyes and he felt them on him, watching; he felt no shame as he approached her. There was no hesitation as his arm curled around her again, pulling her up and against him once more.

But there was no crowd within this place. There was only the dark to press on them. His arm braced around her slender belly, held her backside tight to his front until the soft round of her cheeks crushed to his lean hips and corded thighs.

"You look tired." He said. Each word a hot breath against her throat pushing at the golden mane that that was there.

Colton stretched his fingers across her belly, felt his calloused digits glide across the silk of her skin. Small beads of sweat lingered, provoked by the crowd and the lights of the stage. It made his touch slick, helped his strength glide beneath her belly button and down into the waist of her shorts. He buried his wolfish face into her throat, let her feel the burn of his stubble against her jawline as his fingers slipped down into the fabric of her panties and cupped the silk of her sex.

She'd feel how quickly she made him hard. The length of him growing rapidly against her flawless little ass. The dark of the room keeping the air around them cool, emphasizing the heat of their bodies crushed together. He kissed her throat again, bit her with a sharp pinch of his white teeth. Unapologetic. Unhesitant. The sounds of the arena still surrounding them as he took clear advantage of her fatigue.

 

[MadMissJ]

There was little she could hide from him, and very little she tried to. To the masses she was virginal, her name only have been linked briefly with one man or another, mostly speculation, no one could come forward to say that they’d touched her, kissed her, tasted her or had her.

Jenny had a secret, that secret was a tall, wiry man with wide shoulders and powerful arms that he used to yank her back against him, unfurling her from her leaning position so she was crushed back into his chest, the plaid of her shirt being pushed up by his busy, questing hand.

She leaned into him, rocking her hips back and forth, as Colton’s prick nestled tightly against the curve of her covered derriere, started to harden, almost as insistently as the pressure of his fingers that pushed past the buttons of her jean shorts and slithered easily through the last barrier she had and molded itself against her wet, wanting sex.

"You look tired."

She shook her head slightly, unable to trust her own voice. Here she was a little lamb in the clutches of a big, bad wolf. And yet, she couldn’t say no, didn’t want to. What she wanted was to have him finger her, there in the dark. Jenny couldn’t think beyond that base need, his teasing setting her a flame as she urged him further, trying to climb to her toes and bring his fingers deep inside her.

“Hmmm…?” Already her mind was cloudy with lust. Unable to answer him properly for the churning feelings he stirred up. Her own hands weren’t made to be idle, though they were tentative, even hesitant, like the flutter of butterfly wings never landing anywhere for more than a moment, she allowed herself to follow the ridges of his arms, touching on the dips and swells of the muscles there, until her palm found his shoulder and then his neck, finally after that slow progress, coming to run itself along his short cut hair.

Her other fingers were more shy still, those small palms, pressed against his thigh just under her ass, rubbing ever upward with each pass, hardly daring to possess him the way he was taking over her body.

And when his teeth sank into her neck, her motions stilled, the shrill cry that erupted from her throat was laced tightly with a pleasured moan. Only Colton knew, knew how to make her dripping wet on his fingers.

Jenny whimpered, it wasn’t fright that drew it from her, it was need.

 

[Light Ice]

They had precious little time. Twenty minutes. Less. And then she would have to emerge from the dressing room in her typical pajama pants and sweatshirt, every bit the girl next door that the world expected from her. She'd take his escort to the car that waited for her and drive it off to her hotel, where he was stationed perpetually along with Sam and the handful of men that had come together to form her security team.

In the hotel they'd have time. Privacy. In the hotel there wouldn't be a threat of interruption or the damned hurry that possessed him now. He'd have plans for her there like he had made weeks ago, the last time they'd been alone. In the hotel he'd let her know that she was missed.

But right now she only needed to know that he had needs.

Fingers, slick from her wet, slipped up along her navel and from her little jean shorts. They were unbuttoned hastily and tugged sharply down, unable to fall entirely to her delicate ankles, they hung with her bunched panties just beneath the perfect swell of her little ass.

His own jeans were left on. The fly tugged down. The great length of his prick wrestled from within until it stood between them in the dark, swollen and hard, with its massive crown leaking copious drops of precum. It didn't take much for her to make him so. The memories of their first time, back in her hotel, provoked the urgency of now. From her place against him, that safe place she'd come to know, she was bent forward until her little hands claimed the dresser once again. The mirror of the vanity revealing his rugged frame behind her, veiled in darkness, save the glint of his pale eyes.

She was soaked. Her gorgeous petals dripping honey. He guided the length of his cock against them, made it slick, tormented them both before raising it to the part of her little kitty and beginning to ease his hips forward. She immediately braced herself. Lean legs, strong and young, holding herself as his hands found their grip on her hips and steadied her. Inch by inch, Colton sunk his cock into her. The tightness of her body, the delicious friction of her wet flesh fluttering around him, sucking the air from his lungs in a low, slow rumble.

He buried himself in her slowly until her gorgeous cheeks were crushed against the dark denim of his jeans, left himself in her as their breathing reached that place where it was hard to tell when her whimpers ended and his low growls began. And then, rocking back, he stroked his hard flesh until it nearly left her entirely.

The next thrust was hard. Impatient. It spoke of needs and primal pleasures rather than slower seductions. It was a promise to give her all the rest of their fucking in the hotel, where it belonged, and where he did not need to bow to haste or his own more primitive wants.

His next thrust drove her up onto her toes, stretched her around his mighty prick, and shook her in his arms and against that little vanity. In the mirror she'd see her hair sway. The soft, girlish jiggle of her ass as his hips smacked wetly against her. She'd see his face. The predatory glint fashioned in its hard edges.

And she'd know to brace herself.

Because with that hard thrust the man who had taken her weeks ago in her hotel room began pounding into her. Treating the country's girl next door like she was his sweet little slut and not, for a second, hesitating.

 

[MadMissJ]

Jenny cried out with protest as his fingers left her. Her own blue eyes looking back toward him, wide with worry and colored with selfish protest and desire. She wanted to watch his moves, cursing the darkness and Colton’s own control of the situation. The girl was forced to look down at her shorts as her lover’s large hands tore at the button and pulled her jeans and panties down around her thighs with only a tug or two. Exposing her flat belly and shaved pussy.

She gulped, knowing that when he bent her over he would see what he’d done to her, could see how he’d spread her dampness over the pink petals of her, they’d glisten even in the dimmest light, outlined by her lean, tanned thighs. A hot blush stained her cheeks, but even the smallest shades of shame that wound themselves around her, didn’t diminish that need for him, and didn’t make her leave.

The star was left watching him behind her in that cruel mirror, left to the unknown. Her senses heightened in the darkness, she could smell the musk of sex and sweat, hear the zipper of his jeans and when he finally entered her, she was on a dangerous edge, already starting to clinch around him wildly as he buried himself deep and slowly.

She moaned out her satisfaction and his name, punctuated with a groan when he slammed back into her slick tunnel suddenly, jerking her body forward, causing her elbows to lock against the violent invasion. This wasn’t love making, this was ownership. She knew it well. His fingers gripped her hips with bruising pressure, his balls thumping out a cadence against that sensitive numb he’d found only minutes before.

Colton stretched her, almost painfully when he picked up his pace. She was so tight from his inattention over the last few weeks, but still her inner muscles contracted, wanting to keep him inside of her, wanting more of that glorious friction that made her limbs quake and the breath shutter from her lungs.

It was his vicious fucking that caught her by surprise, at first Jenny hadn’t known if he’d just wanted her wet, or if he’d wanted her to cum. But cum she did, hands knocking over a vase as she bowed lower at the waist, opening herself further to his onslaught.

The crescendo of her orgasm was evident, hot and frantic she begged him to fuck her. That word tumbling off her tongue, over and over. Urging him on, mindlessly.

“Please…! Please!” She strained again to find the place he’d hit, wanting to find the peak even as she shivered around him.

 

[Light Ice]

He'd heard that in her voice when she'd sang. That little country twang. That girlish desire buried under layers of American sweetness and God-Given Honey. It took more than talent to be a star. It took layers. Men, and women, had to do more than like the sound of your voice through the radio; they had to relate to it. She seduced with every syllable. She soothed with every lyric. Jenny had become so much to so many that in the crescendo of her performance many simply shut down and existed through her alone, right with her, as though they'd have all turned away from their lives simply to follow her through her own if she'd ask them to.

But this was his favorite way to hear her. Those little whimpers. Those "please! please!" sounds that came from silken lips while he pounded her savagely against her little vanity. The cadence of his hips mercilessly driving into her own joined by the husky growls that escaped him, his breathing ragged and wanton.

It was an impressive contrast to the feelings she otherwise inspired in him. She'd found, since they'd fallen together that fateful night, flowers waiting for her before shows. Little bouquets, only once roses, left waiting for her arrival. She'd found her favorite chocolates wrapped in ribbons. She'd caught, a hundred times, the change in the way he'd looked at her before that night.

Before, out of duty, he'd kept her safe. She'd come to rely on his judgment and the means by which he'd acted. Now, even as he roughly fucked her, she could trust that he would never harm her. The tears she'd cry for him would only ever be in pleasure, or in its seeking. She provoked in him savagery and sweetness. She invoked the two halves of him with equal ferocity.

Each stroke lifted her onto her little toes, threw her forward. The soft sway of her breasts denied by the bindings of her shirt. The desire to make her cry out, loud and sweet, denied by the sounds of the arena just outside her door. But he had her. The silk of her sex wrapped tight around him and the way her body gave a sudden, unyielding tremble as pleasure uncoiled itself through her and she found that climax as abruptly as he had found a way to jerk her jeans down.

He came with her. Hard. The little sound of her voice more than enough to send him spiraling over the edge. His hard prick pulsing hot within her slick sex, jerking wildly as his cum ripped through him and shattered any illusions of restraint that remained. He poured himself into her, molten hot, until his cum flooded her pussy and could only drip from her gorgeous, puffy petals and onto the floor beneath them.

There was no need to pull from her. For a moment, his legs bound in tension, he leaned into her. Let her feel the last tremors of his cum rip through his prick as it lay buried to the hilt within her. Let her feel, with him, the fire of his seed as it dripped around his length and seeped from her.

"Needed you." He said. And sank his teeth into her throat. Kissing at the mark he left. His breath heavy and gaining strength. His dick failing to soften. Promising that later, when they were in her room, he would take from her a great deal more than the fury of a fuck.

 

[MadMissJ]

It wasn’t long before they were interrupted and Jenny pulled away from the oasis Colton had created between them. Her redressing was hurried, shedding her clothes from the performance, and jumping into a shower, regretfully washing off the scent of him from her skin, feeling the heat of their time together swirling down the drain at her feet.

With each pass of her hand she rebuilt her persona, and when she reemerged from the bathroom, Colton was already outside her door, as far from her as the moon, or so her morose thoughts insisted. However, there was no time to wallow or pout, she would be in interviews in a few moments, her predictable outfit of slippers and comfortable pj’s bottoms and a tank top were on as she settled into a chair, folding her legs under her.

Stylists were putting up her hair as her assistant, Rica, read off her schedule. First there was a meet and greet with a few fans, that would be ten minutes, followed by interviews each no longer than fifteen minutes. That would put their night into the am, and she’d be on a phone interview on the way to the hotel.

The smile on her face was pasted and picture perfect, even as the night wore on. Somehow she’d made it through, signing things with gusto and telling each fan how excited she was to meet them, how thrilled she was that they’d come to see her. Each person, each reporter and radio dj was left thinking: “There isn’t a more humble, pure hearted soul in music today.” Which was what would be printed in one such newspaper later that day.

But, contrary to what most people thought of the hardest working girl in country music, it wasn’t all easy, especially watching Colton with his dark eyes and unreadable face each time the door opened to admit another person into the room he’d just taken her in. Each time her blue orbs fell on him, she could feel his teeth scraping along her neck, was aware of the bruises that curled around her hips from his rough, demanding hands. She couldn’t even spare a glance at the vanity, where someone had thankfully picked up the shattered glass of a vase.

By the time Jenny-Ann was ready to leave for the hotel, it was obvious to both her manager and assistant that some space was needed, she’d push herself to exhaustion, but the bright girl was quiet now, withdrawn.

They said she needed sleep, Jenny silently contradicted them. What she needed was Colton Black to follow through on his promises.

On the arm of her Manager she was ushered out of the room, and handed over to Colton, Rica handed her a phone as they walked down the hall and told her that once she was in the car, there would be a man on the line from a local station for a short interview. She offered to go with Jenny, but the star’s silent shake of her head was enough to convince the poor girl to get to the hotel and get some sleep. There would be time for working tomorrow, time for Jenny’s entourage to come to her aid.

“Colton will ride with me. That’ll be enough.” Jenny knew she was going against what was usually the case; rarely did she deviate from his plans. Usually he’d drop her at the car and meet her at the hotel; invariably there would be several people who’d want a meeting on the drive somewhere.

Tonight though, Jenny’s mind was exhausted…and her body was still humming, unsatisfied by their short interlude.

Without a look back for confirmation, she slid into the seat of the limousine, scooting over to allow Colton entrance. Waiting until he slipped beside her, and the door was closed, before daring to look at his face to see his opinion on the matter.

Her lips were pulled into a small smile as she answered the abruptly ringing phone, knowing they were alone the section between the driver and his charges were closed, her eyes roamed over him, hotter now than they’d been before. It was clear that there was excitement on her face, Jenny didn’t dare test limits, not with so much on the line, but her the fingers of her free hand didn’t seem to know that, they moved over the short distance between their two bodies, coming to rest on his knee, kneading the muscle of his thigh through his jeans, just like she had before.

But when she spoke it was into the receiver of her cell phone.

“Good Mornin’ Y’all.” Her accent was thicker, intentionally colloquial and inclusive.

Her hand stilled as it seemed the person on the other line asked a question, but her eyes never left his, her teeth chewing on the edge of her bottom lip.

“Oh, you know what? I can’t tell you how much I love…” There was the barest of pauses, she was deft at this sort of thing, but when even the days seemed to blur together, how could she be depended on to remember where she was?

“The people of Cleveland. It just reminds me of home, everyone is so nice…” She gushed, smiling at the man in front of her with a wink as she recovered.

“So accommodating and they just cheered up a storm, I know the band can’t wait to come back to Ohio.” There was so much sugar in those words, they dripped with it.

However, Jenny wasn’t the least bit interested in her conversation, she was more focused on leaning into Colton, resting her head on his wide shoulder, her mouth a mere inch away from his neck, warming the skin there with every word she said into the phone, a gentler version of his seduction earlier.