Author’s Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All names of characters are fictional and were made up. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work or post my stories on other sites without my permission.

This story was written for Jack. The celeb choice and theme were all from him, enjoy!

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Miami, Florida

Drops of water overflowed, trickling down to the white tiled floor. The lights were dim and silence filled the bathroom, aside from the sound of water splashing. A mirror was hanging on the left side of the room above the sink. The fancy white marble countertop gleamed in the distance. An empty bottle of water sat near the sink. It was the third bottle to be emptied since arriving back at her suite. This may not have been home, but it was the closest thing feasible to it for one twenty-six year old woman alone in the tub. Hot water previously filled the white tub, but it had now become lukewarm from half an hour of sitting. A shower was out of the question for Dua Lipa after finishing the opening night of her Future Nostalgia Tour.

The midnight hour had already passed when she left FTX Arena to be escorted back to her hotel with an army of bodyguards. She could still hear a faint cheer from the sold out crowd long after she left the stage. So much time and preparation had been put into the show, but she learned from experience that the nervous jitters could not be contained before stepping out on the stage. Though time had moved by, Dua could still feel the pulsing sensation inside her from performing. It was almost like a different state of mind. Everything came down to the right vibes to put on a show, and here she was, still feeling her encore of ‘Don’t Begin Now’ lingering in her mind. The lyrics had yet to leave her thoughts, all this time later.

In the past, Dua learned it was difficult to shut herself down after that first show to start a major tour. She was anticipating this moment to get back to her hotel suite and relax. All by herself in the suite. Her chief bodyguard had a room across the hall, but Dua found herself relaxed. Her long black hair was pinned up in a pony tail as she let out a sigh of relief, among the water. She raised her arms and flexed them beyond her back while considering her options to pass the time. Before tonight, she had been enjoying herself with a companion in what could best be described as her inner circle of close friends. Since she was beginning her world tour in Miami, some friends from back home across the pond wanted to spend time in South Beach. 

There was at all times time to party, but Dua focused her attention on the tour and one specific man. As she sat in the bath tub, she wondered about her friend Paul. He was born in England like her, but seemingly spent most of his life in the United States to lose his accent. She liked to tease him about that after meeting the man three years ago in New York. Paul seemingly moved around the major cities when he wasn’t flying back home to spend time in London. A man of many mysteries, Dua could not find out what exactly he did in life to enjoy such a lavish lifestyle, but she did not ask questions either. She knew that before he met her, Paul had spent time accompanying Halsey. He seemingly moved around social circles for other singers, at all times changing sides during a tour.

It would have been easy to poke her nose into rumors regarding the man, but Dua had no intention of gossiping. Paul had spent the past week during her final rehearsals hanging around. Over a year ago, they had shared what she believed to be a one-night stand and nothing more. He was a wild man, or so she was led to believe from that first experience. Paul was short and skinny, sporting a well-groomed black beard that matched his short hair. Like her, he took a liking to body art in the form of tattoos. His entire arms were covered in sleeve designs of black ink. Flames, a lion and Old English font writing covered the left. On his right, he had a similar flame design but with a skull. Dua never asked the meaning of his tattoos, though he was curious about her own ink that covered her pale skin.

The longer she sat thinking about him, the more Dua realized there was a missed opportunity already tonight. She had stripped out of the neon green bodysuit she wore on stage. That outfit was now tucked away with the spares and other neon-colored suits. By the time she made it back to her hotel suite, Dua wore only casual clothes. The blue jeans and shirt were scattered across the bedroom floor, along with her bra and thong. She finally began to rise from the tub. Water trickled down her body as she stood there for a moment. A cool breeze was felt across her perky breasts until Dua moved her hands over them. To feel her body all slick and wet like this, she was grateful to not be drenched in sweat like earlier. Some water spilled out of the tub, creating a puddle on the floor that she stepped her bare feet through.

There was no rush to put on clothes for Dua. She grabbed a towel to dry her body, glancing down and noticing her vulva lips that were desperate for attention. Not a hair was in sight of her pink folds, as she took care of shaving last night. All that time she soaked in the hot water, she avoided the urge to slide a hand down and pleasure herself. Perhaps that would have been easier for another woman, but not her. She wanted the business of someone. A man was her preference, and tonight just might have been Paul’s lucky night. What else could he be up and doing tonight? There were not many guesses for Dua to make. All that mattered was that he possessed the necessary tools to satisfy her desires. The real thing was much better than a toy to satisfy these lustful cravings. 

Still naked, she stepped out of the bathroom and back into her bedroom. The towel had quietly fallen to the floor. While she had several choices of throwing in some skimpy clothes, Dua saw no need. After all, she was still not sure if Paul would answer a late-night call from her. He had better, if the man knew what was best for him to try his luck on her in the future. Thinking to herself, Dua wanted to have something she could tease him with. The sultry sound of her accent would not be enough for an Englishman. Sometimes she thought how her voice would have sounded had she been raised in Albania, where her name came from. As she wondered to herself, Dua sat on the bed. Black sheets matched the pillows and a blanket beneath. Room service had likely come and gone, not that Dua had any care for that. 

She had no plans to call them up. Instead, she grabbed her cellphone from the left side nightstand. There was a stand on each side of the bed with a small lamp to illuminate the dark room. The lamp shades were in a cream color, blending in with the wallpaper of the bedroom. Dua had not paid much attention to the interior design. When on tour, all of the hotel rooms may have looked different but blended together. It still beat having to sleep on the bus. Tapping the screen of her phone, Dua scrolled through her list of contacts to discover Paul’s name. She took another moment to think to herself. What excuse could she possibly come up with to tease the man? There was the chance to snap a few nude photos and send them, but Dua saw that as a bad idea. A photo leak was the last thing she wanted. While thinking to herself, she pressed her fingers on the screen to make a quick call. Luckily, she did not have to wait long for him to answer.

“Hey…”

“Hey Paul, I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“No, if you did, I wouldn’t have answered.”

Dua giggled at his reply. She leaned back on the pillows of the bed as he spoke again.

“So what’s the occasion for you dialing me up this late? I thought you had a big show tonight?” 

“I did. Shame you weren’t there to see it.” 

He chuckled at her words. Dua knew how to tease in her sultry voice, but now it was time to ask the real question. She saw no reason to beat around the bush tonight.

“I’m looking for some company tonight, if you’re interested.”

“Company?”

“Mmmmhhhhmmmm. So what do you say? Wanna come up to my hotel and maybe have some fun.” 

“Sure. I think you and I have some unfinished business, babe.” 

“Oh, do we?”

“Yeah… Send me a text with your hotel and I’ll be right over.” 

She did not have a chance to carry on this conversation. Paul hung up, solidifying his reputation as a man of few words. Letting out a sigh, Dua clutched the phone in her hands as she wondered to herself. All that time she wanted to tease him was wasted, but she had an idea now. Given her first encounter with him, she wondered about making up a tale of gossip. It was simple for a man like him, who she did know his profession in life. Did he even have a job? That was one question that often lingered in her mind when it came to Paul. Dua grinned to herself as she considered her options. She had a plan to tease him about something she had ‘heard from the grapevine’, so to speak. A trick card up her sleeve to play once the heat had been turned up later. 

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1 HOUR LATER

The dim lights remained on throughout the hotel room as Dua prepared the bedroom. After sending her text messages to Paul, she at least had an excuse to discover a robe and cover her slender nude body. She finally undid her hair from the ponytail holding it up. Those long black locks flowed freely beyond her shoulders, split down the middle. Dua saw no need to prepare herself with any fancy makeup or jewelry. All that mattered to her was that her desires would be fulfilled. She wanted to be fucked, and Paul was her choice when it came to a man. The low lights created a scene that her stage show could not do properly. If only she had kept a pair of high heels to slide her feet into, that would have made a nice gesture to him. Clothes were meant to be stripped on a night like this, except for a good pair of heels. 

Outside the bedroom and back in the living room, Dua had kept the suite quiet. If only she had a few candles to light and burn their scent off. She did not want to call room service. It was already a slight hassle to call up her bodyguards across the hall and allow entry for Paul. She texted him her hotel room number and then patiently waited. Back in the bedroom, she sat on the bed, legs spread out to peek down at her wet pussy. The longer she had to wait for this man to arrive, the stronger the urge Dua had to pleasure herself. So far, so good, she managed to hold herself back. It was amazing that she still had stamina left after putting on a show in front of thousands of screaming fans. Now was her time to unwind and have some real pleasure.

As the minutes passed, the urge was almost too strong to avoid. Dua fought her instincts not to finger herself while beginning to sweat. Where was Paul? Time moved by so slowly, to the point she was beginning to feel desperate for his arrival. Every minute on the clock felt like an hour turning by. Dua was unable to control herself and slid her right hand down to her vulva lips. She closed her eyes and softly moaned while slipping her ring finger beyond the folds and feeling her moist opening. She sighed in relief at the pleasure her fingers gave her. Dua opened her eyes, gazing forward at the open doorway leading back into the living room of her suite. Any moment now, she knew Paul would be outside that door. If only she could wait longer. There was no reason for her to stop fingering herself now. Dua slipped her middle finger between the folds. She moaned softly when a knock at the door broke her concentration.

“Oh, thank god.” 

Dua gasped as her personal pleasure was interrupted by the sound. At long last, the wait was over. Another knock was heard on the door. She sighed before yelling out.

“Just a minute!” 

Moving from the bed, Dua ran from the bedroom and into the living room. Paul knocked a third time, as if he had not made his impatience a point. She sighed again as she approached the door, quickly opening it to discover him standing in the hall.

“I was coming, you didn’t have to keep beating on the door!” 

Paul smirked. His beard was freshly trimmed, matching the black hair on his head as at all times. He stood in a pair of stonewashed denim blue jeans and a plain white T-shirt. It was too late for him to dress up stylishly. Dua stepped apart, offering him an entrance into her hotel room.

“You’ll have to forgive me. I’m a little excited.”

The door slammed shut behind him as he grinned. Paul carried on in his speech.

“It’s not every night I get asked to come over for what is essentially a booty call.” 

From such words, Dua figured he did not want to stall time. She curved her lips into a subtle smile.

“What are you grinning about, babe?”

Quirking her eyebrows up, she shrugged her shoulders. Dua watched his eyes glance away from her face. Paul was trying to sneak a look at her body through the black robe. She did not tie it for a reason. Dua welcomed his wandering eyes, only pulling the left side of her robe to prevent him from seeing her pussy this early.

“Well, for one, I’ve got you tonight. And for two, I don’t have to call anyone else for some fun time.” 

She dropped the robe to the floor to reveal her nude body. Dua ran her hands onto her hips, knowing that his eyes would be surveying every inch of her petite form. 

“I like that as I walk through the door, you’re already naked. Fuck clothes! That’s your attitude!” 

Dua laughed. She wondered about moving her hands to hide her breasts, but there was no use. Paul leaned down to loosen the laces of his sneakers. It became clear to her that he was not gonna waste their precious time by building up to the moment. She should have figured that Paul would be the type to get right down to company and not bother teasing. That did not mean Dua could not use her own tricks. She waited until he stood up, kicking his shoes off and standing in a pair of white socks. Once Paul stood up, Dua stepped forward and shoved her nude body up against him. She rubbed her perky tits against his shirt, throwing her arms around his neck to lean in for a kiss. Paul responded by wrapping his arms around her body and caressing his fingertips down to grip her ass cheeks. 

This caused her to moan into his mouth, all while pushing her tongue deeper. His mouth was slightly dry with the taste of Scotch still strong. Dua continued to kiss him as he squeezed her ass cheeks. She ran her fingers through the back of his hair. As they continued to kiss, Dua began to spread her legs in hopes of Paul’s exploring hands. He was still squeezing her ass when she pulled away. Their kisses came to an abrupt end as Dua gasped for breath and gazed back into his eyes. He watched her bite her lower lip, as a subtle hint of what was to come. No words were needed now that she was prepared to strip him. Dua considered his words from moments earlier, but now was not the time to tease him. She grinned and then pulled the end of his shirt up to reveal his tanned skin. Paul helped himself, pulling the shirt over his head. Dua then fell to her knees, giggling before she broke the silence with her voice.

“As you said, fuck clothes. I’ll take your pants off, if you don’t mind.” 

“Help yourself, babe.” 

She chuckled again.

“Don’t mind if I do.” 

Grabbing at the front of his pants, Dua gave a rough tug before letting go. She had to unfasten his black leather belt, all while she could see the bulge in the front of his pants. Once the belt was properly undone, she popped the button undone and pulled the zipper down. 

“I guess I should ask you how the show went.”

Paul’s words were easy to ignore as she slid his pants and underwear down simultaneously. Dua licked her lips as his cock flopped freely out of its clothed nest. He had recently shaved all his pubic hair. This caught Dua by surprise, as she was thinking about teasing him over his mysterious profession in life. Could he be an actor in the adult film industry? She saw no other reason why he would shave all the hair between his legs and his balls. Nevertheless, Dua slid his pants and underwear down to his ankles, where Paul easily stepped out of them. His cock bounced around from this slight movement until she wrapped her right hand fingers around it. With her teeth barred, Dua began to stroke his cock up and down. She softly moaned as her left hand cupped his balls down below.

“I’ve been in the mood to suck on something since I left the stage.”

Dua completely ignored Paul’s words, not wanting to be distracted by a meaningless conversation. She breathed across the head of his pole, still slowly pumping her hand up and down. He exhaled his breath. Their eyes locked onto one another as she parted her lips and kissed the head. Dua moved her right hand away. She had no desire to let her hand interfere with the oral pleasure she was about to give Paul. As she sank his cock into her mouth, Dua moaned. Her fingertips rubbed his balls before she squeezed them with both hands. He moaned loudly at her touch.

“Ohhhhhh, fuck yeah…” 

Hearing him cry out in pleasure, Dua pulled her lips back. His cock exited her mouth with an echoing pop sound. She lapped her tongue over the head while wrapping her right hand fingers around it again. As she resumed wanking him, Dua circled her tongue in a counter-clockwise rotation. Her eyes never left his face as she teased him with her tongue. She was not ready to suck on his shaft fully. Dua had other ideas up her sleeve that she hoped would surprise Paul. Lowering her head, she pushed her lips against his hairless ball sack and then began to kiss it. He reacted by snatching his cock from her. Paul began to stroke it as he ordered her sternly.

“Yeah, there you go. Suck those fucking nuts.” 

His hand stroked the length of his cock as Dua was now gorging herself with his nuts. She opened her mouth wide and used both hands to help herself in an effort to suck his entire sack all at once. Paul groaned as the slobbering noises became audible from her sucking. Sliding her hands between her thighs, Dua tried to discover his ass hole. A new idea had come up in her dirty mind to massage his prostate. When her left hand index finger slid up the crack of his buttocks, she heard him grunt. Paul took a few steps back and then let go of his cock entirely. She was still slobbering on one of his nuts when he reached down and grabbed several locks of her dark hair to pull his balls free of her mouth.

“You like playing with me from behind? You must have a dirty imagination.” 

She cracked up, laughing at his words. They had yet to truly get started with kinky acts, but Dua indeed felt dirtier with each passing minute. If only Paul knew how wet she was between her folds. 

“I like it dirty. I can make you wail like a banshee if you let me.” 

“Go for it. Surprise me.” 

“As you wish.” 

With a devious smile, Dua knew precisely what she was gonna do to get Paul to cry out in bliss. She crawled between his legs, listening to the sigh he made. Paul spread his legs out further. He did not seem to expect this sudden move from her. As she quickly turned around, Dua pressed her hands against his ass cheeks.

“Is that what you wanted to do? Feel my ass?” 

His words were a taunt, not so much a question. She pulled his ass cheeks aside and then licked her tongue up the crack of his buttocks. Paul immediately gasped in response.

“Ohhhhhhh!”

As he moaned out, Dua found his dark little hole and began to wiggle the tip of her tongue over it. She successfully caught him by surprise, apparent from the shock in his voice. Paul’s tone shifted to a higher pitch as Dua was properly rimming him. He grabbed his cock and began stroking it hard and fast while gritting his teeth. His moans turned into growls as she continued to rim him.