Story Preview - Nailing The Tracks Part 22: Kesha & Rebecca Black

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: Kesha, Rebecca Black
 
 Nailing The Tracks – Part 22
 
 An erotic celebrity fan-fiction story.
 
 by DaxG2001 ([email protected]) 
 
 Codes: Cons, MF, oral, anal, inter.
 
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In Jason Baker’s executive office.

“What? No, no no… My man DJ will be totally cool with it!” Jason Baker claimed, speaking down the phone line to a familiar, Latino contact in the gossip mag side of journalism. “We needed a house sitter or whatever for his ‘crib’ as the kids call it… No? Why would I have needed to mention who was doing it? He’ll be fine! I don’t think I even told him anyway…” He dismissively said, clad in an expensive suit and tie set. “Besides, I sign the checks, right? End of the day what I says goes and he’ll either be cool with it, or learn to love it!” He was about to continue bragging when a loud, firm knock on he door grabbed his attention. “Hold up, gotta get down to business. I’ll call you up later. And remember, be out of that place by midnight! He’ll be back home today.” He said, ending the call and swinging his feet off from the desk. “...It was midnight and not midday, wasn’t it? Ah whatever, flights always get delayed.” He said dismissively as he called out. “Come in!”

Baker had on his best, well practised and often already faked smile before he knew the conversation as the door opened. Walking in a familiar sight and a former artist client of the producer he manages in the singer Kesha. The gorgeous, freckle-faced beauty with long dark hair coming in in a nicely fitting short skirt and sleeveless top with a leather jacket. 

“Well well… I don’t remember having you on my schedule for today, Miss Sebert...” Jason started to say as he watched her storm forward.

“Like how suddenly Dylan was shipped off to the UK after the bullshit he pulled at my party??” Kesha snapped, slamming hands on the desk as she stood in front of him

“It’s called business, honey! My man DJ is in high demand!” Baker claimed, still smiling. “And he can’t just cater to the needs of a pissed off ex girlfriend of his just because she’s missing him.”

“We weren’t even dating.” She corrected him, standing back up and putting hands on her hips. “But that son of a bitch ruined my album launch party! I mean, he went and fucked some other singer when the party was supposed to be all about me! And now he’s not even responding to texts, DMs or anything!”

“Hey, international calls ain’t cheap unless you’re using one of those WiFi app messaging things.” He unhelpfully shrugged. “Ah! I get it, doll… You’re fucking pissed because instead of fucking you, he was fucking some other side chick or whatever, right?” Jason reasoned with a chuckle. “That’s the youth of today for you. Going for any pussy going rather than the solid going pussy, right?”

“You’ve got a way with words, Baker...” Kesha didn’t sound impressed.

“Ah, but I’m right, right?” He said, standing up. “You’re just mad at Dylan because you thought he was just fucking you and it turned out any hole was a goal for my young player of a DJ. Right?”

“It’s… Not like that.” Her pausing making it clear he hitting the nail on the head here. “Just after all the shit I’ve been through? I expected some fucking loyalty. Not to be fucked behind my back. At my own fucking launch party.” She stated with a bitter tone.

“Loyalty? In this business? Babe, you know better than that.” Jason said, moving around his desk to approach her. “Now Miss Sebert… Kesha, if I may? Sounds like to me you want to do one of two things. Either you wanna just slap him across his face for I’m guessing that night and avoiding your calls. Maybe all of it.”

“Go on...” Kesha said, measuring him with a glance over.

“Or… You want to get even with him, by fucking him behind his back so to speak.” Jason said with a more wicked smile and a clearly blatant look over her lovely body.

“Maybe I do...” Kesha arched an eyebrow. “Why? Got someone in mind?” Her tone changed a bit as she turned to face him.

“Heh… Just, you know, his own manager… Bet he’s told you plenty of times how much of an asshole or whatever he thinks I am.” Baker stayed smiling as he saw her take the bait, or perhaps she was thinking he was taking hers if this was her plan all along. Not that he cared if she was here with the plan to fuck him or not. He wasn’t going to miss a shot at nailing a pissed off beauty.

“As it goes, he did…” She stepped closer, and glanced down at his crotch. “So yeah, I guess he would be fucking pissed off if I fucked his asshole of a manager.” She reasoned. Pausing, before she slipped off her jacket and toss it over the back of the chair.

“Atta girl...” He started to loosen his belt, watching the pop star move down to her knees. “Show that little punk what he’s missing.” He said, playing up to what she wanted to hear as he watched her help all too eagerly yank down his pants.