# Lexi Jane: International Superstar (Part 2)
^(By Gael Ambrose)
Lexi could still feel Chuck dripping out of her as she made her way past screaming fans on the way to her tour bus. Despite how long she’d drag her feet after a show, she was always met with a crowd who wanted every last piece of her before she left the city.
She stopped for a few autographs, produced Lexi Jane’s signature smile as she took a few pictures, and blew a kiss to her adoring fans as her security detail swept her away from them and onto the tour bus, just like they were paid to do. She made sure to act as if these things were out of control as her fan’s cellphone cameras rolled. A faint breeze rolled past her buttocks as he ascended the stairs. Lexi wondered how many lucky fans got a good shot and how long it would be until the pictures surfaced online. It was the sort of thing that made a girl like Lexi wet.
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“It’s a standard non-disclosure agreement, among other legal considerations you’re free to review.” Mom said to Donovan, the fine piece of dark chocolate Lexi Jane had selected for the night only fifteen minutes ago. Sounds of the crowd exiting the concert could be heard walking past the doors of the security room that boxed Donovan, Mom, a man in a white coat, and a member of both Lexi’s security and legal teams. “We’ll also need you to agree to an instant STD test before you fuck my daughter.”
Donovan was taken back and the pressure he was experiencing in this poorly ventilated security room was causing him to slowly soak his tank top. “Aight, well… I dunno, maybe I should have, like, a lawyer or something look over this with me.”
Mom leaned forward across the table from him. “You’re a straight guy, I’m assuming?”
“I guess you could say that.” He replied.
“You guess? Hm.” Mom facial features might as well been a vulture as she continued. “Well, I’d guess that you’ve thought about fucking Lexi Jane once or twice. Am I right?”
“Sure.” Donovan said. “I mean, who has hasn’t?”
“I would consider signing and letting Tim over there take your blood.” Mom said, leaning back. “Or this might turn into one of those things you kick yourself over for the rest of your life.”
Donovan smirked, she had him by the balls and they both knew it. He reached for the pen as he began to skim over the paperwork. “As a black man, you wouldn’t believe how many white folks chased me from their daughter’s bedrooms growing up. And here you are, twisting my arm until I’m in your daughter’s.” He signed the dotted line, leaning back and nodding to Tim that he was free to draw blood. “Excuse me if I’m having trouble believing this.”
“Start believing.” Mom said, scooping up the paperwork and handing it to legal, whom promptly packed it in their briefcase and left the room. “Just never tell anyone about it.”
Mom got up and began to leave the room as well, security detail in tow, but stopped at the door. “This isn’t mentioned in the papers, but rest assured we’ll cover the expense and arrange the logistics around getting you home.” She left.
Donovan looked up at Tim, who was putting a small bandage on his arm. “Rich people.”
Tim couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows and smile. “*’Job security*.’”
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As the tour bus doors closed behind her, Lexi saw Chuck sitting next to Donovan at the bus’s kitchen table and loading a bowl in an extravagant piece of glass he’d picked up for her as a present that morning. Lexi was prone to breaking glass, for one reason or another, and she wouldn’t be surprised if Chuck revealed he had a small backup collection of bongs stowed away somewhere for her as they crossed the United States. Weed was a must when you were under the pressures of celebrity.
Therein lied the problem, however. The metalhead from last night that’s jawline was giving Superman a run for his money was not in the pair’s company.
Donovan’s eyes were glued to Lexi as she walked toward them. She was wearing a Disneyland sweatshirt and some Chuck Taylor High Tops with nothing in between to coverup her coltish legs that seemed to stretch on forever. He had to catch himself before his eyes started to linger to long on the muscular legs that were the gift of a lifelong dancer. *Goddamn.* He thought to himself as she arrived at the table.
“Chuck?” Lexi asked, an annoyed smile crossing her face.
“He wouldn’t sign, Lex.” Chuck said flatly.
Lexi tilted her head to the side, her facial expression unchanged.
“Right.” He responded. “Donovan, take this.” He slid the bong in front of Donovan and began to slide out of the bench seat. Donovan, who had him boxed in at the table got up to let him out.
Lexi hadn’t yet letup on staring him down and now they were face-to-face.
“Listen, we need to stay on schedule with the bus and we’re already behind.” Chuck said as he squeezed past her and started to make his way off the bus. “The show must go on!”
That was good enough for Lexi, Chuck had only let her down once and that failure had left its impressions on what would be acceptable moving forward.
The bus hissed as the door’s closed on Chuck and it began to make its way to Portland, the tour’s next stop. Lexi hated Portland, a dirty city full of needles and feces in its streets, but tour stops were Mom’s call, despite her protests. That’s why tonight was so important, she was on the road to hell.
“Hey.” Donovan said. His wide grin, punctuated by brilliant white pearls of teeth. Lexi melted, what was she pissed about again. “Why don’t you take Chuck’s seat, he was just keeping it warm for you.”
She laughed a little and slid into the bench seat, Donovan sat next to her. Lexi appreciated that detail a lot. Most of the guys she brought onto the bus sat across from her, which always made it feel like an interrogation. Donovan already seemed promising and she thanked her instincts for picking him out.
“Ladies first.” Donovan said, sliding the bong to her.
“Actually…” Lexi said as she grabbed his arm and pulled off the bandage on it. She tossed it in the garbage behind them and continued, “I’d say anyone that’s willing to give blood for me gets first rip. In fact, why don’t you have this one to yourself so you can catch up.”
Lexi crossed her legs beneath the table as Donovan flashed his pearly whites again in response, before taking a rip.
“While you’re doing that, I want to set a few ground rules.” Lexi said. “Would that be alright?”
“Shoot” Donovan sputtered out as he exhaled a large cloud of smoke. He didn’t cough though. Lexi added another point to the scoreboard.
“The biggest thing first. Don’t call me ‘Lexi Jane.’ If you’re going to spend the night inside of me, you’re going to treat me like a normal person and refer to me by my first name.”
“Damn, Lex.” Donovan said. “I gotta say, I have a lot of respect for a woman that isn’t afraid to be forward. You got it, I’ll stick to Lexi.” He began to light his next hit before he pulled back from the bong. “Thank you for the weed by the way, this shit is bomb. From the sound of it, you may smoke me under the table tonight.”
“No problem.” Lexi smiled. “Next rule is you treat me like a normal person. You’re on this bus as my equal, not a drooling fan. Get me?”
Donovan nodded in agreement as he held in his hit.
“Last thing. You’re not here to fuck me like it’s some perk on a backstage pass.” She paused. “We’re both going to cum tonight. Like you said earlier tho, *ladies first*.”
“You got it superstar.” Donovan said with a smile. Lexi’s face, however, had melted into pure venom. “Sorry. *Lexi*.”
“That’s your only free pass.” Lexi said, her features beginning to brighten. “I’d hate for there to be a boot in your ass before there were lips around your cock.”
Dishware clattered on the table and Donovan jumped out of his skin. Two hot cups of coffee had been set down by a Hispanic man who had a bulletproof vest on with SECURITY across it.
“Thank you, Edgar.” Lexi said, giggling as she watched Donovan clutch his heart in surprise. “Drink up, we’re going to need it tonight. First though… I’m embarrassed to say that I forgot to ask for your name.”
“Donovan.” He extended his hand. Lexi placed her hand gently inside his massive palms and he gently kissed her fingers. “Call me Don.”
Edgar sank back into the shadows of the bus, taking up a post in a dark corner next to the bedroom. Don noted the heat he was packing.
“Don…” Lexi lingered on the word. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you looked in the crowd earlier?”
“Me?” He chuckled. “I mean… when you came at me in that schoolgirl uniform earlier I thought, ‘man, life can’t get any better.”
“But then it did?”
“It’s about to.” Don said, biting his lip again as he had when Lexi gave him a peak down shirt during the concert.
A moment passed between them as the air began to electrify. Don crawled onto the bench seat and locked lips with Lexi. Their tongues quickly found each other as he traced his fingers along her leg with the other.
Slowly, he began to work his way up her sweatshirt, tickling Lexi’s sides as he made his way towards her breasts. He paused for a moment, quickly glancing back to the dark corner where Edgar was sitting, likely keeping an eye on things from his peripheral vision as he played on his phone.
Lexi reached up and turned Don’s head toward him. “Pretend he’s not there.”
Don nodded and then soaked in the sight of the international superstar before him. As he suspected, she wasn’t wearing anything except her sweatshirt and High Tops. With her top raised slightly from his hand exploring beneath it, he could see the top of her shaved pussy on the bench. He kissed her again and began groping her breasts.
Without warning, Donovan grabbed her by the legs and pulled her to the edge of the bench and spread Lexi’s legs wide. Her pink butterfly wings looked wet and ready to fuck. As much as he wanted to take her then and there, he wanted to make this girl come first.
Donovan ran his hands up and down her body, pulling Lexi’s sweatshirt above his breasts as he teased all of her erogenous zones. His magic was working and she began to squirm on the bench.
Thanks to his immense height, Donovan was able to comfortable lean over her and suck on her breasts, one by one while lightly rubbing her clit or rubbing her legs.
“Lick my pussy.” Lexi breathed. Don began to kiss a trail from her nipples, to her belly, and then finally rested his tongue lightly on her clit.
For a few moments, he didn’t do anything. Lexi’s body responded in kind from the anticipation and he noticed as goosebumps formed on her legs and the hairs raised on her arms. Only then did he begin to slowly work her clit as he worked her nipples with one hand and lightly tickled the entrance to her sex with the other.
As he picked up the pace, running his tongue around her clit clockwise, he slowly penetrated her with one of his massive fingers. Then two.
As Lexi began bucking her hips and arching her back on the small kitchen table’s bench seat, he applied pressure to the front of her vaginal wall, until he found a spot she responded to.
His tongue topped and he began to slowly pull his fingers out of her tight pussy.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” Lexi hissed playfully.
His fingers stopped where they were at and he made eye contact with her for the first time since going down on her. *She’s hungry as fuck right now.* He thought to himself, pleased.
His fingers picked up again, fucking her slowly. Shortly after, his tongue picked up again, this time counterclockwise as he pinched each of her nipples lightly, one and then the other.
Within a few minutes, she orgasmed violently. Her entire body trembling as Donovan felt her juices flow over his fingers. The bus suddenly jerked suddenly. Donovan smiled as he noticed the driver trying to play it off.
He pulled his fingers out and kissed her pussy before standing up and cracking his back. Lexi caught her breath for a moment and then sat up. She grabbed Donovan’s hand and sucked the juices off his fingers.
“Damn, Don.” Lexi whispered, still catching her breath. “Not many guys know how to treat a girl.”
“Don’t thank me yet.” Don said, grabbing the bong and beginning to pack a bowl with what Chuck had left them. “I forgot my manners completely. I didn’t even give you a chance to smoke a bowl yet before we started off the night.”
“I guess the coffee is getting cold too by now. We better start into it before we… start into it.” Lexi giggled. She couldn’t help but be in a good mood after getting head that good.
Lexi took a few rips. Keeping in the spirit of the night, Don assured her the bowl was all hers. She was the one who was needing to catch up too.
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The pair chatted casually over coffee, exchanging stories and laughs as they sat side-by-side and watched city lights approach and fade as they made their way across the great American pacific northwest.
Just as the began to kiss again, the bus suddenly came to a stop and hissed again as its doors opened.
Before Don had a chance to ask Lexi what was up, a white guy with a square jaw full of five-o’clock shadow jogged onto the bus. Chuck bringing up the rear behind him.
“Jake?” Don barked as he shot up from his seat. Lexi noticed he was slightly gritting his teeth, but trying to hide it.
“Don.” Jake replied in a sing-song tone, extending his hand. “Always good to see you.”
Don didn’t extend his.
“Do we have a problem?” Edgar said from just behind Don. His arms were crossed in a defensive posture. He was anticipating a fight to break out.
Chuck creeped up behind Jake. If a fight broke out, he was going to throw this asshole’s head into a window.
“No.” Don finally responded. “No problem, just history.” He turned to Lexi. “Sorry if I startled you.”
“You didn’t.” She reassured him. “So how is it exactly that you two know each other?”
“I fucked his wife.” Jake replied. He stared deeply into Donovan’s face to see if he was getting a rise out of him. When he noticed he wasn’t he added, “a few times.”
Donovan emptied Lexi’s ash from the bong and loaded another bowl. Time stretched as Lexi, Edgar, and Chuck waited to see how this played out.
“All water under the bridge now.” Don said, easing everyone’s tension. “You still smoke, Jake?” Don scooted the bong across the table, motioning for Jake to join them.
Jake closed the gap between them and looked Don up and down. “What’re the odds, huh?” He asked Don.
“Astronomical.” Don shot back. “Must be fate and I’m not one to argue with such forces.”
Jake chuckled and Don joined him. Reluctant laughter, but needed. Tension that could’ve been cut with a knife all but disappeared as the two put their sordid past behind them. They both knew what was on the table, if they didn’t make up, they wouldn’t get to fuck a celebrity. Jake’s attempt to get Lexi to himself by getting Don ejected had failed. They were laughing about it for different reasons.
Don handed him a lighter and sat down next to Lexi. Jake looked around the bus. He watched the tension disappear from Chuck’s shoulders and then turned his head to see Edgar cautiously backing back into his dark corner as he raised his phone again.
“Thanks for the hospitality.” Jake said, slightly raising the bong. He putt down the lighter with his other hand and extended it to Lexi. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too.” Lexi said. “Jake, is it?”
“You got it.” He said.
*Tonight’s going to be interesting.* Lexi thought to herself. *This is a strange situation… I’ll have to make the most of it.*
“A few rules.” Lexi said as Jake cleared the bowl in a single rip.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hy6jok/lexi_jane_international_superstar_part_2_mf