Earned It

The Prequel: Simon

"So Harry... Its been a long time since ive seen you." Kris Jenner says from her desk. She has a momager plaque on her desk. Solid gold. The only thing i would expect from Mrs. Momager.

"Yeah. I've been in a sort of pickle recently and i didnt know where else to go." Kris comes around from her hardwood desk and places her hand on my shoulder. She leans over and whispers in my ear. "You can tell me anything Harry... were practically family." There's something so welcoming about her voice but it's almost too welcoming. I look up to her to see a grin from the older woman.

A welcoming smile. I have known her for a while. I just don't know who to trust anymore.

She walks over to a therapeutic bed that therapists use when they talk to clients and then people say "this is where it all began." She taps on the bed.

" Come lay down, my child, speak your mind. Momager will take care of you." I stand up slowly and lay down. Kris sits opposite me and crosses her legs.

"So this is where it all began" I say.

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"Get up Harry, you're late for your audition." My mom screams up the stairs. "We wont make it to X- factor if you are this slow. I hop out of bed and throw on sweatpants and a sweatshirt quickly. I dont have time to look for anything else and run outside to get in the car with my mom.

"Youre really going to wear that? Simon Cowell and randy jackson are going to think youre homeless...." My mom says as she quickly steps on the gas, rushing me to my audition.

Ive always been an alright singer but this could be my big break. My mom is driving very fast. She's always been my number one fan, especially since my dad died. "Okay harry you need to practice before we get there. I dont want you not being prepared... this could be ou- i mean your big break."

My mom has always been passionate about my singing. Making me sing late into to the night. Making sure im on pitch. She doesnt want to fuck up since we could be rich if this all works out for me.

As i begin to sing my favorite song, Earned it by the Weeknd, my mom slams on the breaks but its too late. We slam into the car in front of us. " Are you okay????" My mom asks. "Try and sing quick!!!"

"I'm fine mom, let's see if the other people in the car are alright."

We both step out of the car and as we do the other people in the car step out of the car as well.

"Oh my god we hit SIMON COWELL" He steps out in a white undershirt v- neck and big ass shades and big ass blue jeans. My mom goes running over to him and gets on her hands and knees apologizing.

"Haha i usually only have people on their knees for me after the show on their knees."Simon says cooly.

He looks like a hot dilf baking in the sun. I wish he were my dad...haha...get it, cause mine's dead.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Cowell, I was just on my way to the X-factor audition to audition for you, Mr. Cowell." I say shyly, looking down and noticing he's wearing crocs. Maybe he deserved to get rear ended.

"Oh were you. Well you look like a strapping young lady. Let me take you to the audition." As he says that a helicopter comes down in the middle of the street and we get in the helicopter to go to the X factor audition. Also did mr. cowell really call me a lady...? Whatever. I got a free trip in a helicopter with him.

My mom waves goodbye to me as she sends me away in a helicopter with him.

As we do. I see the arena we were supposed to stop in but the helicopter flies over.

"Ummm. is that not where we were supposed to go simon?" I ask him, shyly.

"No, ill be taking you backstage before the show." He says with a wink.

Omg i get a free backstage tour with mr. cowell. This is so exciting. I enjoy the rest of our ride. And when we land Simon takes my hand and leads me into a hotel about a mile away from the arena. We leave the helicopter and walk inside. "Wow you have very big hands for a lady." I just nod confused. Maybe it's my long hair. But this doesn't look like backstage. This looks like a hotel. Simon takes me up to the top floor and shows me his room. I cant believe im getting to see so much about where simon hangs out. "Um simon." I ask, shyly. " Are we going to be late for my audition."

"We have something else planned for you girl." He takes me into the bathroom and puts a cow bell around my neck. He takes out paint and slowly paints black spots all over my body removing my clothes in the process.

"Wow an A-cup... thats okay i like all sizes." He says as he slowly fondles my man breasts. He continues to paint me and removes my sweatpants, finally revealing my soft weiner.

"Oh you're not... a lady. Thats okay. As long as you get the job done. Well be just fine."

He finishes painting my whole body and leaves.

"Ill be back in a minute." Simon says slamming the door behind him.

I sit and wait on the cold floor for my paint to dry.

I hear some rustling in the room and then i hear simon talking.

"Come out here, boy." He says with a southern- british accent...not fully being able to get rid of his own.

I leave the bathroom to see simon laying on the bed in nothing but blue overalls holding a pitchfork.

Where did he even get that i think to myself. Doesnt matter. Maybe this is for my x factor audition. Maybe john quinones would come out any minute.

"This isnt for the x factor anymore boy, this is for the xxx factor." He pulls me onto the bed with him and whispers in my ear.

"I'm about to milk you, little cow."

I guess we are playing dress up. "Moo" I moo to get into my role.

I hear a MOOan come from behind me.

As I do a feel a sharp pain in my hole. My ass hole that is. Because thats all i have. Cause im a guy.

Simon repeatedly thrusts inside of my hole.

I squeal in pain. Ive never done anything like this. I was a virgin after all.

"MOo for me you dumb cow." He slaps me across the booty. And It really hurts.

"Moo" I moo again for him.

The cowbell jingles against my neck and Simon continues to thrust. I moo once more and I hear Simon say something behind me.

"IM ABOUT TO MILK" He screams as he ejaculates inside of me dressed like a cow.

I turn around to face simon. "Does this mean I get the golden ticket?"

"That's for american idol..." Simon says.