WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the singers, record labels, musicians, places, etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. I do not own any of the record labels, trademarks, musicians etc referenced in this story. All characters are 18 years or older in this story.
 
 Starring: Dua Lipa
 
 Nailing The Tracks – Part 21
 
 An erotic celebrity fan-fiction story.
 
 by DaxG2001 ([email protected]) 
 
 Codes: Cons, MF, oral, anal, inter.
 
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“DJ! My man! Looking good! What’s happening my number one, super star producer?” Jason Baker said with a wide, cheesy smile as he spoke through the video call App to a man across the world from him. 
“Lookin’ good? Shit, man… My damn flight has been cancelled…” A far less upbeat sounding Dylan Jay responded as he looked at the tablet he was holding. The handsome, young black man sitting in a pricey exclusive lounge for airline customers. Clad in designer jeans and a sports jersey with a snap-back hat with the brim facing back. “The UK has treated me real good, you know, but damn… I ain’t gonna miss the weather, that’s for sure.”
“Relax, man! You’ll be fine! A night in a hotel then a flight out tomorrow, and you’ll be back in the sunshine and warmth of the good old U S of A!” Jason chuckled. “Then I’ll get you back in the studio, Nailing The Tracks and making us both some real cold hard cash. Ain’t nothing better!”
“I guess… But y'all be linin’ me up with some real uh, diverse I guess you say artists. What’s the deal with these country acts and rock, metal screamers? That ain’t exactly my kind of beat.” Jay noted.
“It’s called finger on the pulse my friend! That’s why I’m the brains of the partnership and you’re the musical brawn, so to speak.” Jason claimed rather arrogantly.
“The fuck? You callin’ me stupid?” Jay arched an eyebrow as his finger hovered close to the ‘End Call’ circle on the screen.


“Relax, relax! I’m just stating the facts!” Baker continued to grin and made it tough to not want to drive a fist through the screen. “We have to go with what’s new and hip! A little out of the box at times! Something to keep people guessing and show how diverse you are as an artist! And when we get you working with some real mega stars? There’s no way they can turn down someone who works with anyone!”
“That sounds like I’m some kind of producer ho, sleepin’ around with anyone that passes by.” Jay noted, not exactly thrilled by the pep talk.
“Ha! You’re one to talk about that, considering what the gossip mags and websites have been posting about you.” Baker countered with a smug look.
“Yeah? About that...” Dylan’s toned changed a bit at that remark. “Funny how I told you the other day about me gettin’ with a girl over here, and that same day those websites were postin’ about rumours like that… That’s one Hell of a fuckin’ coincidence, huh?” He said, making a clear accusation.


“Sorry? What? Can’t quite hear you there!” Baker lied, and badly at that as he avoided the statement. “I think the connection must be breaking up!” He claimed, making poor attempt at static noises as he moved the tablet he was holding around to fake like there was issues.
“The Hell you can’t! Your ass is makin’ up those noises!” Jay didn’t buy it, but before he could unleash a new insult Baker had ended the call. “Fuckin’ snake in the grass bastard…” He sighed, putting his tablet into his bag. “Guess I’m chargin’ him for a real comfy room tonight.”


“Manager problems, mate?” A gorgeous sounding British accent asked him as Dylan looked to the side. His eyes slowly scanning up a sexy form of the dark haired UK pop singer and already global music name, Dua Lipa. The beauty of Albanian and Kosovan descent looking fine in a short, fitting skirt and sleeved top that all hugged nicely to her slim and nicely curved frame. The ‘New Rules’, ‘Don’t Start Now’ and ‘Levitating’ singer with a luggage case with her to show she’s been expecting to travel today as well.


“Yeah, coupled with travel problems, girl.” Dylan said, starting to smile. “Shit… You’re Dua Lipa, right? Funny world, meetin’ someone like you here.”
“That so?” Lipa smiled, taking a seat down beside him on a spare chair. “And from you being in a lounge like this, I’m guessing you didn’t just come here for the Wi-Fi.” She teased.
“Oh, my bad girl. Name’s Dylan Jay, I’m a...” He started to introduce.
“Music producer? I overheard you from across the lounge, mate.” Dua stated. “So if you’re pitching to do a track for me, you’ll have to go through my people, you know.”
“You sure you wanna deal with that? I mean, you must have heard what ‘my people’ are like to get me on board.” Jay counted with a chuckle.
Lipa let out a laugh at the joke. “OK, you got me there...” She brushed her long dark hair back, a sign she was enjoying the company already. “So… Did I hear you right? Your flight got cancelled too?”
“Shit, yeah it did… Guess we were gonna be on the same flight, huh?” Jay assumed, as he took a moment to look over Lipa as she sat with her legs crossed, showing off those smooth, nicely thick limbs of hers.
“I suppose we would have been… And now it looks like we’ll both need to fine a roof over our heads for the night.” She smirked, raising an eyebrow suggestively and without any sign of shame either.


“Daaaaaaaaamn...” Dylan grinned now as he locked eyes with her. “Well, I got a company credit card ready to pay some bills… If you’re down to share? I’m sure we can...” He started to say.
“You pay for the room? And I pay you back with something else?” She read his mind as she took a glance down at his jeans. “I think you’d better use that card to order up a taxi then as well…” She bluntly said, smiling again as she accepted the lewd offer.
“Yeah… I think I’d fuckin’ better...” He said, reaching for his phone.