The Gods of Rock 'n' Roll

Trouble Comes Calling: Phillip

Once the details were laid out before her, she very abruptly shot out of her seat, thanked him for the opportunity, and ran for the door. Self-preservation. He could appreciate that. He texted Francis and Demetrius and made sure they took care of her. She wouldn't remember a thing about Phillip, only that the band had had one helluva party the night before.

He found himself an hour later backstage at Caesars Palace paying a visit to a lovely and talented singer in the twilight of her career. More like her curtain call. She was finishing up two years of a residency here in Vegas tonight and honestly had no more to offer anyone save Phillip. He was here to collect payment but intended to go easy on her. There was history between them.

He watched her walk past him, gown flowing behind her, chin held high as she made her way to her dressing room. He'd always found her attractive. There was great beauty present even in her progressed age. She was still a knockout in anybody's book, his included.

He entered her dressing room moments later. She sat staring at herself in the mirror, a tired expression on her face. Her eyes met his and she smiled sadly.

"The final show. It's fitting that you came this evening."

Phillip approached her slowly, appreciating the curve of her neck, which he lightly grazed with his fingers.

"You are exquisite, Daphne. Truly stunning. I've enjoyed watching all of your dreams come true."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, if only I knew what that meant when I first met you."

His sly smile brought forth a laugh. "We've had some good times, haven't we? You've led an incredible life, my love."

"And now it's time to pay up?" she asked, a flicker of fear crossing her face.

Phillip ran his fingers down her cheek and she reached for his hand, closing her eyes.

"Will it be painful, darling? I just—"

Phillip bent down and claimed her lips in a deep kiss. A fire roared to life within her, a passion he hadn't felt from her in so long. He was pleased to know she still had it in her after all of these years.

He knelt before her, lifting her sequined gown with his hands as they caressed the sides of her thighs. "I would never hurt you intentionally. But you know—"

"Let me get lost with you, just one more time, lover. Make me feel desirable one last time."

Her request was one Phillip was more than willing to grant. Daphne had never been a diva, no matter how huge her career became. She was generous with other musicians, and gave of her time and money to various charities. She was a good woman. It almost hurt him to take payment from her. That was new.

He reached under her hips, which she lifted slightly, and slid her satin panties down her long, shapely legs. Daphne leaned back in her chair, allowing Phillip to slide her hips to the very edge. She purred as he attended to her, her body going lax as she moaned in pleasure. Her legs draped over his massive shoulders as he brought her higher and higher, making her blood sing as her ecstasy continued to climb. Phillip had been her greatest love, and greatest lover, he knew that instinctively. Their trysts had been perfect for them both, since neither had the time, nor the inclination, to love like ordinary folks. It had been a long time since he'd paid her a visit, and this would regrettably be their last.

When she reached her peak, he held her as her entire body shuddered and contracted with the strongest orgasm he'd ever elicited from her. She held his head to her chest as his powerful arms crushed her to him. He ached to be inside her, but wanted this last time to be about her.