STORY PREVIEW: Nailing The Tracks - Billie Eilish

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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: Billie Eilish
 
 Nailing The Tracks – Part 24
 
 An erotic celebrity fan-fiction story.
 
 by DaxG2001 ([email protected]
 
 Codes: Cons, MF, oral, anal, inter.
 
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At a lavish party in a private rented building...

 “You see, kid? This is my kind of bash!” Jason Baker, the smug and arrogant music executive remarked as he held a glass of champagne and motioned around the room. “The rich and famous! The powerful and influential! I can smell the money from deals to be made already even before the connections have started!” He claimed with an obnoxious smile.


 “Yeah, I can smell somethin’ a’right…” Dylan Jay, the young, handsome African American music producer responded flatly. Clearly not enjoying himself like his agent is. Dressed at least for the occasion in smart pants and nicely fitting shirt. “Bunch of suits and cheap dresses here.”


 “Relax, kid.” Baker said dismissively. “The business is all about nights like this. Networking and all that. Besides! This is why I’m here. I handle the smart stuff, the paperwork and making the deals. You stand and, well, enjoy the free food and drink and just keep your mouth shut and hands to yourself.” He mocked.
 “I could have done that by staying the fuck at home.” Dylan grumbled.
 “That’s the spirit!” Jason said, clearly not even listening to him as he gave Dylan a pat on the back. “Now if you’ll excuse me! That guy over there just flew in from Japan! I hear this J-Pop stuff is super popular! My son keeps bragging about wanting to fly over there.” He said, leaving his client behind as he headed across the room.


 “...Fucking asshole.” Dylan said, taking a sip of his drink before tensing up at the less than thrilling taste. “I’mma die of boredom here in a hot minute.”


 He was about to complain more as he felt someone staring at him. Turning around as he blinked. Seeing the famous cold expression of half-closed eyes from the jet black haired beauty known as Billie Eilish. The singer and award winner clad in her own unique style of a super baggy, oversized top that hid her large breasts, and even mostly covered up the skater-style shorts she was wearing with sneakers on her feet.


 Eilish took a glance over him as she held a drink of her own, faking like she was taking a sip. “...Wanna fuck?” She bluntly asked, locking her gaze with him.
 “...Shit… Fuck yeah I do, girl.” Dylan, although surprised by the sudden, straight-to-the-point offer, wisely took it with a smile. “Losin’ my damn mind in this so-called party.”
 “Good.” She said, glancing to the side of the room. “Five minutes. The fire exit stairwell.” Billie instructed before she, like nothing had happened between them, walked away from him. Leaving just the offer hanging in the air as he smiled.
 “Guess I’m gonna do some fine networkin’ after all tonight…” He joked to himself as he felt the sudden need to fight through the bitter taste and finish off his drink.


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 Five minutes later, on one of the half-levels connecting floors on the building’s emergency stairwell...


 “Damn!” Dylan exclaimed as Billie Eilish shoved him against the stairwell wall. “Ya’ll weren’t playin’ around, huh?” He smiled, showing he had now issue with her taking the lead. Especially as she dropped down onto her knees, and rather roughly at that as a smack rang out when she hit the floor. Her focus being on undoing his belt in quick fashion, yanking his pants and boxers down as her eyes locked onto his massive cock. Barely seeing it before she spat onto both her hands. Gripping his dick and starting to pump as she watched with those half closed eyes as his cock easily grew and got hard as she stroked him off.