Rock Star Rebel (Rising Rock Star) by Emily Kee

The Beginning
    Simon Thrasher walked off the stage covered in sweat. His swagger was enhanced by his black boots and his tight leather pants. His chest was tan and bare, the way the audience liked it. The cheers and screams rose up from the crowd. It never got old hearing them chant his name, begging him to come back for an encore.
    He stood waiting just long enough, and then with a grin went back to center stage. The crowd went wild, and as if on cue the music jammed on. Belting out his latest and greatest hit, Simon wooed the crowd and finished with a bang. With the show ending, all he wanted was a shower and a blow job. There would be plenty of groupies waiting for him, and he’d have his choice.
    Pointing to two girls, he let them follow him into his room. “Wait here,” was all he said. The girls squealed knowing they were tonight’s chosen ones.
    “You,” he said, pointing to a pretty redhead with long hair, “Come with me.”
    She followed along obediently, and as he dropped his leather pants, he let his raging boner out for her lips. She started to tell him what a big fan she was, but he stopped him mid-sentence.
    “Yeah, less talking, more sucking,” was all he said.
    Leaning back into the counter in the bathroom, the girl sank between his legs and got him off. As she finished, he sent her away. She looked confused, thinking there’d be more, but she bit her lip and left as instructed. Oh well, at least she got to tell her friends she blew the hot, upcoming rock star Simon Thrasher, not that half of them would believe her.
    After she left, he climbed into the shower. Simon stood under the hot water letting the spray cascade around him and let it all sink in. Ever since his latest hit started climbing the charts, his fans were more ravenous, anxious to get a taste of him, and the venues he’d be playing in would only get bigger. If things continued to improve, pretty soon he’d be filling stadiums. He was almost there and could taste it. The rock star life was his for the taking, and the perks only got better the bigger he was.
    Turning the water off, Simon ran his fingers through his wet, dark hair, pushing it off his face.  Grabbing a towel, he dried off and headed out to see the other girl he pulled into his room. Sitting his bare ass on the sofa in the room, he pointed to his dick, “Hey, you can blow me now,” he said with a grin.
    The girl smiled broadly and kneeled between his legs.
    With a knock on the door, the girl lifted her head off his cock.
    “Did I tell you to stop?” he asked firmly, and then shoved her head back down to finish what she started.
    “Simon,” Jimmy said with a grin, “great show. We’re ordering food, you want anything?”
    “Yeah, a big fucking turkey club, but no tomatoes. I don’t want that slimy shit on there, and on your way back grab me a hot blonde to fuck.”
    “No problem,” he answered. “There’s brew in the fridge, you want anything else?”
    Simon pointed to the table to show he’d cracked a beer open before sitting down.
    As he felt the urgency to shoot his load, Simon gripped the girl’s head in his lap and held her tight, letting his seed hit the back of her throat. As soon as she swallowed, he kicked her out of his room. Sex without having to talk was one of the best perks. These girls may have hoped for more, but they all knew it was about a good time, and it’s not like he was going to fall in love. Most of them accepted it and understood the groupie lifestyle, but once in a while you had one that was convinced she sucked the best cock, and if she did a good job, he’d want more. He hated those chicks, the clingy, needy ones, and he hated when they slipped through.
    A light tap came at the door, “What now?”
    A slender blonde opened the door, “Simon?”
    “You the one Jimmy picked out? I’m not ready to fuck yet, so if you could wait outside,” he said.
    “I’m flattered you think I’m fuckable, but I have no idea what you’re