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It wore her out just looking at him at times.
    So it was nice just to get away from that for a night, take stock and catch her breath. The concert was less than a week away and as well as being on the organisation team, Zette also had to perform. So she needed her sleep, she told herself firmly. No matter what Mister High and Mighty thought.
    The phone rang behind her, the shrill sound making her jump a little. She wasn't expecting it. Out of necessity she was ex-directory. A freaky wanna-be stalker had seen to that a couple of years ago. So there weren't many people that had the number and most of the ones that did also had her cell so they usually rang that first.
    She left it to ring, waiting for the answer-phone to cut in.
    As soon as it did JJ's voice demanded, "Zette, where the hell are you? I told you I wanted you with me tonight ... Oh fuck it, I hate these things. Call me." Then he cut the call. No goodbye, no nothing.
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    Rockstar
    by Mina Carter
    Head rested back against the plush cushions Zette wrinkled her nose at the ceiling. Let him wait, she was having tonight off from being a paid mistress. Three weeks without a break, surely she could ask for one night off? Even if the work wasn't that hard. Not hard at all. JJ was a skilled lover, the best she'd had. Not that she'd had that many but even she could tell he was good. Better than good. A master of seduction. She hadn't really stood a chance that first night she realised now, nor any night since. He'd played her from that first kiss, and he was still doing it.
    She levered herself off the sofa with a groan and headed toward the bathroom to run a bath. Time for some heavy duty pampering.

    * * * *
Water tumbled into the deep corner bath, splashing against the white porcelain as steam rose to fill the room. She dropped a generous amount of her favourite bath oil in, breathing deeply as the smell of rose and jasmine filled the room. She rolled her shoulders, feeling her tension start to melt away at just the scent.
    Reaching up, she wound the heavy fall of her hair up and secured it in a clip so it wouldn't trail in the water as she bathed. Then, slowly, she stripped off her clothes. The fitted shirt gave way to reveal a slender torso, her breasts encased in a lace and silk bra. She turned slightly, studying herself in the mirror. Her hands skimmed up her sides to cup the full breasts, pushing them together to make her cleavage deeper.
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    Rockstar
    by Mina Carter
    over them, and half the photographers she worked with were all 'More cleavage darling! Let's have more of those tits on display.'
    She shook her head and dropped her hands, unfastening her jeans to push them down over her hips. The fabric, weighted by the heavy belt, slid down the regrettably short length of her legs. That was one thing Zette had always wished she could change about herself. She was short and on the pretty side of plump for the music industry. Which meant she was a normal size. She knew that, didn't have a problem with it. But once, just once it would be nice to sweep into a place gracefully. One couldn't do 'sweeping gracefully' at a little over five foot, it just wasn't possible.
    She bent down to retrieve the belt, coiling it in one hand as she dropped the jeans into the laundry basket. She'd already managed to wash three and didn't want to repeat the mistake. Coiling the soft leather she left it on the vanity and shucked off her underwear.
    Her toe had barely dipped in the water when a hammering at the door, accompanied by the shrill sound of the bell being rung repeatedly, jerked her head up. Irritation surged through her. Who the hell could that be?
    She hovered for a second, one foot over the tempting water. She could ignore it, just sink into the scented water and close her eyes ... The hammering got louder, as though the unseen caller could tell what direction her thoughts were taking. She sighed and stepped back.