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🕑 Added 2023-10-15 17:41:47 +0000 UTCAlex could never get over the number of people that came to her shows; it started with small distracted crowds in clubs, bars, and restaurants where she earned just a small fee plus any tips the audience would give her. And no matter how many stadiums or arenas she played over the years, that small moment of stage fright that had her hands shaking and sweaty happened every single time.
“You alright there, Lexy?” asked her manager Logan, who momentarily looked up from her tablet at the tigress as she got her final preparations in. The tiger had a couple of people around her, touching up her makeup, making sure her outfit was secure and safe from any possible wardrobe malfunctions, and checking the wireless connection of the microphone in her hand. All of this happened just a few feet from the secret door where the tigress was scheduled to pop out and perform for 40,000 people, all of whom were screaming and chanting her name for her to come out.
“Alex! Alex! Alex!”
“Yeah,” the tigress nodded, only to stop and mouth a “sorry” to her makeup artist who gave her an annoyed look. “Just nervous.”
After one final stroke of her eyeliner, her makeup artist stepped back to give her stylist room to work. After about a minute of checking her fishnets and the pink sports bra underneath, her stylist gave the tigress a thumbs up and a nod before she stepped back, too. Lastly, the sound guy gave the microphone a few taps to make sure it was connected, and once the light on the bottom of the mic turned green, he handed it to the tigress and gave her a thumbs up, too. With all the folk that had her surrounded her gone, the tigress knew it was only a matter of minutes before she had to step out and face her screaming fans. Her hands were shaky, and her palms were sweaty, but luckily, she hadn’t eaten any spaghetti before coming to the venue, otherwise, it would have been all over the floor.
“Still? After three years of performing, you still have it?” the raccoon looked at the tigress’s hands as they shook and reached hers over to squeeze her left hand.
Alex’s hands weren’t shaking too badly, but it was enough to be noticeable. The microphone in her hand shook, too, and she tried her best to mitigate it. When her manager took her hand and held it, the tigress turned to look at her with a worried expression, the same worried expression that she had on her face at almost every show. The possibilities of what could go wrong ran through her head, right on schedule, just as the voice in her earpiece, one of the sound guys, asked her to try out the microphone to see if she could hear herself and the instruments of her band.
“Beep boop, boop beep, my name is Alex, and I like strawberries. Beep beep.” The tigress spoke into her microphone. When she was able to hear her mic feed and the guitar chords that her guitarist was playing, she smiled. “All good over here, Sammy, all good.” After she was done with the final mic check, she looked back at Logan again and nodded.
“It gets better every time, but it just seems unreal, y’know? It feels like I am in a dream and I am so afraid of waking up. Have you seen how many people are out there?” The tigress shivered as she finished her sentence. The sound of the cheering crowd just beyond the giant LED screen that concealed the backstage area got louder and louder, which only made Alex’s moment of stage fright that much worse. The tigress turned to look forward at the door in front of her and tried her best to drown out the chants calling her name.
“Alex! Alex! Alex! Alex!”
Logan squeezed Alex’s hand a bit more and tugged on her arm as the tigress turned to look forward at the door where she was supposed to appear on stage through, to get her to look her way again.
“You’re going to KILL it. Just do your set, talk to the crowd in between like you usually do, then the encore, and you’re done.” The raccoon gave Alex a pat on the back with her other hand and continued smiling at her. “Plus, it’s just 41,478 people, seven less than your last show.” Even after all the years of having Logan as her manager, seeing her smile so sincerely was odd. The smiles that she usually gave were rather mischievous and often came with the cackle of a “corpo” who just shamelessly took advantage of someone who was less business-savvy. She wasn’t a bad person, but business was business, and she was very good at business. A genuine kind smile from her was incredibly rare, but she looked really cute when she smiled; not that Alex would ever say that to her, of course. She liked having her as her manager and friend. Saying such a thing could jeopardize that.
“Of course you’d know the exact number.” Alex rolled her eyes at the raccoon.
“I’d be more nervous about the VIP meet and greets, if I were you.” Logan chuckled before she gave the tigress’s hand one last squeeze. She then let go of her hand and pulled out her handy-dandy foldable phone from the surprisingly deep left pocket of her suit jacket to scroll through the list of people who had purchased the VIP meet and greet package along with their show tickets. She scrolled around for a few seconds, furrowed and unfurrowed her brow as she went through the list before she raised those eyebrows in surprise at the sheer number of people who had ponied up the dough to meet her client.
“Holy FUCK.” The raccoon went wide-eyed at the number; her eyes darted between the tigress and her phone a few times before she folded it shut and HOPED that the tigress wouldn’t press further. But with how suspicious she acted, there was no way that the tigress was going to let it slide.
With furrowed brows of her own, Alex gave her manager a stern look. “What? What’s that look for?” But right as Logan started to say something, the stage manager in her ear started counting down from sixty seconds. The stage manager’s voice in her ear combined with the chants and screams of her fans waiting for her made it hard for her to hear what the raccoon was saying.
“Sixty seconds to showtime, Alex.”
The furrowed brows on Alex’s forehead furrowed even more, “What?” the tiger asked the raccoon to repeat herself as she fiddled with her earpiece to lower the volume on it for a bit so that she could hear her manager speak.
“You’ve got 50 meet and greets after the show,” the raccoon said with a confident smile that expertly hid her embarrassment for allowing the meet and greets to be more than the usual handful that the tigress agreed to. “On the bright side, you just made bank!” Logan quickly tried to divert the conversation to the more positive side of the situation.
“Forty-five seconds,”
Alex’s eyes widened so much that it looked like her eyelids completely disappeared, her mouth fell agape, and she stared at Logan with a certain glare in her eyes; one that quite literally said “What the fuck” without her having to even speak.
“FIFTY???? LOGAN I CAN’T DO FIFTY MEET AND GREETS.” The tigress raised her voice a tad as she tried to wrap her head around what she just heard.
“It’s not that much! Think about all the money, so much money… All you have to do is meet them, greet them, take a picture, sign an autograph, and that’s it! It’ll be over before they kick us out of the venue, I promise!” Logan spoke at the speed of a Shinkansen train moving from Tokyo to Osaka. And once she was done, she put her hands on Alex’s shoulders and pushed her forward to get her closer to the secret door to the stage.
“Twenty-five seconds, Alex.”
Alex tried to stop Logan as she pushed her toward the stage door, she desperately pushed her claws out to try and dig them into the floor, but since she was wearing the shoes that her kind friends at Adidas had custom-made for her, it was fruitless. She slid across the shiny and surprisingly frictionless floor of the backstage area that was designed to handle spills, vomit, and the other bodily fluids popstars and rockstars were known for. It was very practical for the cleanup crew, but very impractical for the tigress who had more than a word or two she still wanted to say to her manager.
“Fifteen,”
“LOGAN. SERIOUSLY I can’t do 50. That’s too much. What if I get COVID again? It’ll be all your fault. No amount of money can make getting COVID again worth it!” The tigress started panicking as she got closer and closer to the door.
The raccoon continued pushing the tigress like a shopping cart at Costco, with free samples in hand and not a care in the world. The only thing missing that would have made it picture-perfectly accurate to how she shopped at the bulk retailer would be whistling, but she thought that might be a little too mean.
“Ten seconds.”
“Break a leg!” Logan smiled as she let go of her tiger friend and stepped back.
Alex, turned around to look at the raccoon with puffed cheeks and rage in her eyes, but with ten seconds left before showtime, all she could do was tighten her hand’s grip around her microphone, scrunch her nose angrily at her manager, and whisper-shout her name one last time to see if she would get the message. “LOGAN!”
“Five… Four…”
“LOGAN!” Alex gave Logan the death stare; her eyes were wide, her brows were furrowed, and her teeth were gritted. But there was no time now.
“Three… Two…”
“I CAN’T DO 50!!!” The screams of her fans got louder the closer the countdown came to zero, and with just one second left before showtime, the raccoon gave the tigress a wink and a muted thumbs up close to her side. Alex turned to face the hidden door, pulled the microphone up to her face, and took in a deep breath.
“One…”
The hidden door cracked open slowly to reveal the tigress to the crowd of people who were waiting for her. The large LED screen that the tiny door at the bottom was a part of turned black for a few seconds as the tigress stepped out from it and into a giant cloud of smoke. Once she was on the stage, the screen started glitching out (intentionally of course) and showed the different looks of Alex, snippets from her music videos, and a robotic voice recording of Alex saying a bunch of lyrics from her songs. The screen played for a few seconds before it abruptly stopped and continuously glitched like it was borked.
The tigress emerged from the cloud of smoke on stage to much fanfare.
She walked to the center of the stage in long strides and flicked her hips left and right super aggressively before she stopped, put her hand at her hip, and looked forward into the crowd. The tigress stopped to listen to the sound of the 41,478 people who were excited to see her. After a minute of listening to her fans scream her name, she brought her microphone to her lips and smirked. The mic picked up the sound of her lips pursing into that smirk, which only made the crowd scream louder.
The stage fright that coursed through her veins was gone. She wasn’t Alex Marx, the tiger who had shaky hands anymore. “My name…”
“Is…”
She paused to take in a deep breath.
“Alex Marx the Spot,”
She was Alex Marx the Fucking Spot.
“But you knew that already.”
And she was in her fucking element.
“Are you ready to have a good time?” the tigress asked in a sultry voice as the intro to one of her first songs to top the charts played.
The crowd went mad.
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Three hours, that’s how long the average Alex Marx the Spot concert lasted. Non-stop songs, choreographed dance routines, and even interactions with the crowd. It was a fun time for both the tigress and those who paid to see her. After performing her last two surprise songs in the encore, the tigress tied her hair up into a ponytail and brought the microphone so close to her mouth that the sound of her breathing echoed throughout the stadium. With a smidge of breathlessness, the tigress bid farewell to the crowd.
“I fucking LOVE you Tokyo! Good night!!!” she shouted as loud as she could and threw her arms up into the air. The stage exploded into a giant cloud of smoke and the tigress disappeared without a trace. The giant screens that surrounded the stage glitched out for a few more seconds as the smoke subsided, then everything went dark. Even with the tigress having exited the stage, the crowd still screamed and cheered until the lights inside the stadium were switched on.
Once Alex was backstage again, a few members of her team were there waiting for her. She let out a tired sigh as she dug out her earpiece and handed it to Sammy the sound guy, she handed her microphone to him, too, which was covered in sweat from her hands. Her hair and makeup team rushed to surround her to touch up her eyeliner and dab towels lightly against her face to get rid of her sweat. And Logan’s intern, whom the raccoon had for some reason, handed the tigress a can of BEAST energy, which she immediately took a sip of. Once her off-stage touch-up team was all done, they scattered like mice.
With room to breathe again, the tigress let out another sigh as she saw her manager approaching her with a clipboard. It was never good when Logan approached anyone with a clipboard. It had to be serious when the digital professional forgoes her iPad in favor of something analog.
A smile spread on her face as she approached the tigress, Logan pulled the clipboard close to her chest as if to hide its contents. When the tigress saw her do that, she rolled her eyes; ready for whatever it was the raccoon was going to try and sugarcoat to her.
“Awesome show as always, Lexy. Ready for the meet and greets?” the raccoon said with a cheerful tone, just as Alex expected her to. She continued to hug her clipboard against her chest, with absolutely no sign of letting it go. But Alex knew there had to be a reason for her to bring it out, otherwise, she wouldn’t have been holding it at all. With a squint of her eyes in the raccoon’s direction, Alex put her hands on her hips and let out a sigh. It was way too soon after her show for her to deal with this. She wanted to get it over with, get through the 50 meet and greets so that she could get back to the hotel, sleep, and get ready for the next night’s show in Osaka.
With dread in her tone, the tigress dared to ask; “How many more are there?”
“Ten more. So, sixty total.”
The tigress glared at her manager angrily, but then let out a defeated sigh through her nose. She took a sip of her energy drink, snatched the clipboard from the raccoon, and walked off toward the green room where the meet and greet was scheduled to happen. According to the clipboard, the meet and greet was scheduled to start in ten minutes. Just enough time for the tigress to dry off her sweat and freshen up with a little perfume mist so she wasn’t stinky in front of her most VIP of fans, at least.
Logan shook her head, chuckled, and followed the tigress to the green room.
Once Alex was in the green room, she headed straight to the bathroom that was attached to it and slipped her pants down her legs just enough for the type of business that she needed to do. She sat down on the toilet, placed her elbows on her thighs, and let out a massive sigh of relief as she relived herself of all the water she had drank in between the songs of her almost three-and-a-half-hour set. While she peed, she went over the clipboard with the list of names of the people she was to have meet and greets with. Logan, who was following just a few steps behind her, closed the door behind her once she entered the green room, and looked at Alex with a slightly disgusted look as she saw straight into the bathroom where the tigress left the door open. She was used to seeing the tigress in various situations, and seeing her pee was nothing new, but that didn’t mean that she liked seeing it. The raccoon approached the doorway of the bathroom and leaned on it to watch as the tigress scanned her eyes over the list oh so diligently.
“I was hoping you were rounding up,” Alex said as the sound of her pee hitting the water in the toilet bowl echoed throughout the bathroom. After about 30 seconds, her strong stream weakened, and the tigress handed the clipboard back to the raccoon before she pressed the bidet button on the toilet. With her pussy cleaned and dried, she turned off the air-dry function of the toiler, stood up from the porcelain throne, and shimmied her way back into her pants. She grabbed a towel to soak up the sweat in her fur as much as she could before she squeezed passed the raccoon back into the green room. With her tail swaying around behind her, the tigress went to the vanity in the room and grabbed some perfume to cover up the musk and sweat on her. As the tiger sprayed herself with a slightly strawberry mist, the raccoon turned around from the bathroom but remained against the doorframe.
“Now why would I do something that dumb?” Logan shrugged her shoulders and chuckled.
Once the mist of perfume settled on Alex’s fur and clothes, the tigress turned around to look at the raccoon to respond that what she knew was a rhetorical question, just to rub in the mistake that the raccoon had made. Logan rarely fumbled, so despite being annoyed at the whole situation, the tigress also wanted to make the most of it and tease her just a little bit.
“Like taking on 60 meet and greets?” the tigress smirked and waggled her eyebrows at Logan.
Logan looked offended for a second before she shrugged her shoulders and chuckled. She shook her head and looked down at her feet in shame. “Touché, touché…”
Alex had this crazy grin spread across her face, one that spelled out “Hah, gottem’.” After a soft chuckle to herself, the tigress turned back to the vanity mirror in front of her and stared at her grinning and chuckling reflection. She noticed that the makeup on her right eye was still a bit off and quickly grabbed an eyeliner pencil to fill it in. Once her eyeliner was perfect again, she raised her arms to sniff in the direction of her armpits, smelling nothing but strawberries, she put her arms down and smiled at her reflection in the mirror.
“Alright, I’m ready. Got a Sharpie?”
Logan appeared right next to Alex with a Sharpie in her hand like a cheap jump scare from a bad horror flick. After almost jumping out of her seat, she took the Sharpie from the raccoon. “Thanks.”
Not even two seconds after the tigress took the Sharpie from Logan, there was a knock on the door.
‘Knock, knock, knock…’
Logan placed her hands on Alex’s shoulders, looked at her through the mirror, and smiled. “Looks like your cult is here.”
Alex chuckled at the raccoon’s joke. It was a joke, right? She had loyal fans, not a cult. She looked at the raccoon in the mirror as she walked to the door to start meet and greet number one.
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Meeting fans, chatting with them, taking photos with them, and signing autographs was no small feat. Alex adored her fans; without them, she would still be waiting tables and handling hot pots of coffee that gave her blisters and burns on her hands. And for that, she was eternally grateful. But man, talking to that many people in a row was exhausting, even for a tigress as outgoing and extroverted as Alex.
The tigress was four hours in; fan number 59. She spent an average of three to five minutes interacting with each fan. Having gone through 58 other fans already, the tigress’s energy was a little low, but she did the best she could to make sure that she had a great experience.
“Oh, my fucking god, yes of COURSE I can sign that for you!” the tigress’s jaw dropped when the fan pulled out a vinyl record of her debut album, something that she didn’t even have. “Where did you get it? Can you believe that I don’t even have one of these? I only got the CDs.” Her debut album was one that she held dear to her heart since it was what started it all. While music critics and fans would rank her more recent releases higher, she was smitten to see that this fan shared the same sentiment.
The tigress pulled the cap of the Sharpie in her hand off with her teeth and placed the vinyl record down on her vanity. She then put the tip of the pen down on the cover of the vinyl and signed her autograph onto it, along with a cutesy little message to the fan. After a few seconds of scribbling, she put the cap back on the Sharpie and handed the record back to the fan with the widest smile she made that night.
Once the fan took the signed record, the tigress pulled her into a hug and gave her a quick smooch on her cheek. “Thank you so much for coming tonight,” she purred. The fan let out a cute mousey squeak and hugged the tigress right back. The hug lasted around a minute before the tigress let go and the fan was ushered out of the room by one of Alex’s guards to make room for the next fan in line.
Alex gave the fan a wave as she left the room. Her smile stretched from ear to ear and she felt an unusually warm feeling spread across her stomach and chest. That fan made her feel really good, and she almost forgot that she was tired. Her smile didn’t fade away, either, even as the door closed behind the fan and she couldn’t see the mouse anymore.
Within three seconds of the mouse leaving the green room, Alex’s phone dinged with a text message from Logan.
‘Da-ding!’
Logan🦝: Last one. Sending them in now. Homestretch, Tigs.
Alex quickly glanced at her phone, read the text, and then put it down. She stood facing the door and waited for the last fan for the meet and greet to walk in.
The doorknob twisted from the outside and pushed in. The door was held open by a tall bison in a tight-fitting muscle shirt, black pants, and Nikes. He held the door open for a few seconds before the last fan walked in.
The majority of Alex’s fans were teenage girls or young adult women in their 20s and 30s, with the few outliers being teenage boys that crushed on what they could not have or dads who had to tag along with their daughters. So when a lion with a mane akin to those in shampoo commercials, in black jeans, a dark blue shirt, and a leather jacket that screamed “I’m the type of bad boy you like” on, who looked like he was in his late 20s or early 30s walked through the door by his lonesome, she was a little bit perplexed.
“Hello!” the tigress said with an enthusiastic smile as she looked around the door to see if there would be anyone joining him. When she saw no one, she raised her brows in surprise and looked right at the lion. But before the tigress could say anything judgmental, the lion (thankfully) spoke first.
“Hello, hello, yes, it’s just me, no daughters, the ex-wife has them tonight.” The lion chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. He had a slightly embarrassed look on his face; his eyes were looking left and right almost wearily, and he had a faint red blush on his cheeks, and one hand in his back pocket.
Alex let out a chuckle and nodded at him. “Oh! I’m so sorry! I’m just used to my meet and greets having a lot of dads and daughters.” A faint blush appeared on her face, too. Embarrassed that she was so quick to assume, Alex reached a hand out to the lion with a wide smile. “Well, it’s nice to meet you! Welcome to the meet and greet! You’re the last one for today! I am so sorry for the long wait.”
The lion looked down at the hand that the tigress extended to him and shook it. “Hey, Alex, I’m Carmen, but my friends call me Carmy.”
“Carmy? Does that make us friends now?” the tigress said in a joking tone. The lion’s handshake was firm, which made the tigress think that he might be a businessman in some capacity. She pulled him in for a hug and gave him a couple of pats on the back. “It’s nice to meet you Carmy, thank you so much for coming to the show. How did you like it?”
Carmy smiled and wrapped his hands around the tigress to return the hugging gesture when she pulled him in, his face nestled right in the nape of her neck, and he couldn’t help but sneak in just a small sniff. When the smell of strawberries hit his senses, he let out a happy purr. She smelled just as good as he imagined her to, even mixed in with her salt and sweat; it made a surprisingly alluring scent combination. “No, thank you for an amazing show, I’ve never seen anyone dance like that and sing at the same time without breaking a sweat.” His paintbrush tail flickered behind him as he stepped away from the hug, only for him to bump into the big bison security guard who was behind him with his arms crossed over his chest. The lion jumped slightly and stepped forward again to get out of the bison’s way. “Oh, sorry.”
“Nah, I understand the wait, I had to catch up on The Crown anyway, so I watched a couple of episodes.”
The bison had noticed the sniff, one of the many things that he was trained to look out for in a job like this, alongside excessive touching, and other body-language-tells that more often than not led to trouble. His brows were furrowed, his lips a straight line, and his eyes locked to the lion who he thought had the potential to cause trouble. He let out a little grunt intended to intimidate the lion back in line.
“Ahem.”
Alex noticed the bison prepping his big scary guard act and shook her head at him. Not wanting it to appear that her fan had done anything wrong, she quickly stopped shaking her head before it became noticeable and instead called out to the bison with a smile. “Hey, Felix, it’s late, and he’s the last fan. Why don’t you go on and head back to the hotel and get some sleep?”
“But, Miss Marx. I-.” the bison began to protest, but the tigress did not let him finish.
“Go, Felix.” The tigress said with a more serious tone and gestured her head to the door. “I’ve got this.”
The bison looked at the tiger in awe, it was his job to make sure she was safe and secure at all times, but it was also his job to listen to her. With eight seconds of hesitation that he used to ponder over the risks of leaving the tigress alone with this fan, he nodded to his boss and left the room. He closed the door behind him and stood in front for a minute before he glanced at his watch at the time and agreed it was probably fine to leave the tigress there and head back; it was almost 1 AM.
With her security guard gone, Alex and Carmy were left alone for the most intimate and real one-on-one meet and greet that none of the other 59 fans got. It was the least that Alex could do to make up for making him wait such a long time before getting to his turn.
Carmy watched as Alex’s security left the room with a slight smile and turned to look at Alex once the door to the room that they were in closed. With raised brows, he asked; “What was that all about?”
Alex shrugged her shoulders and rolled her eyes. “He’s the best guy on my security team, stubborn as hell. Has a wife, two kids, I have to shoo him back so he can call them every day. I know his kids miss him; I feel bad for stealing him away for months at a time.”
The lion nodded his head along with the tigress as she explained and he even chuckled when she mentioned that the bison had a wife and kids. “Too stubborn?” he raised a singular brow. Alex nodded, walked her way over to the couch, and sat down on it. She let out an exhausted sigh as she crossed one leg over the other and draped one arm over the armrest closest to her and the other over the back of the couch. But not before she patted the empty cushion next to her first. Carmy followed and sat down beside her without even an ounce of hesitation. This was already more than what was described on the VIP Meet and Greet package that he purchased; he wasn’t going to refuse such an invitation like a dumbass. With his tush to the cush, he draped his arm over the back of the couch, too, and turned to look at the Alex Marx the Spot.
“He has to be, it’s his job. I do a lot of dumb shit, all the time, and he is there to tell me that maybe, just maybe, it might not be a good idea. And a lot of the time, he is right.” The tigress snorted.
“So, he says he would rather stay while it’s my meet and greet, but you tell him to leave, he protests, which as you said; he usually is right about, and you still tell him to leave? Am I getting that right? Does that mean he thinks I am a creep?” the lion furrowed his brows together like two thick caterpillars kissing as he put on the most sincere-looking offended expression that he could. Alex thought about it for a bit and even tilted her head upward and tapped her chin to sell the look. After five seconds of “Hmmmmmmmmmmm”, she snapped her fingers and pointed at him with a smile.
“Yes, absolutely, 100%.”
Alex did her best to keep a straight face as she delivered Carmy the bad news. But when she looked at him and his offended expression, she burst out in laughter, and not the pretty kind either; knee-slapping, snorting, and leg-kicking laughs.
Carmy couldn’t help but laugh, too, but his laughs were tamer than Alex’s. He wasn’t sure if the tigress was joking or not, or if her security truly thought he was a creep. When the tigress noticed that he wasn’t laughing as hard as she was, she stopped and looked at him dead in the eye with a look so serious the Joker would have sliced her mouth into a smile for her. “Wait. You are actually a fan, right?”
The lion stared at her, creepily, eyes half-lidded, and his mouth agape just enough for it to look like he was going to try and kiss her. He stared without saying a single word to her for a full 30 seconds before he stopped and nodded. “Of course I am. What kind of creep would spend this much on a meet and greet?”
Alex stared at Carmen when he gave her the creep stare and slowly started to sink toward the other side of the couch. When he dropped the act, the tigress was relieved. With a nervous chuckle at his response, affirming to her that he was a fan, the tigress narrowed her eyes at him, not convinced nor satisfied with his answer, the tigress pressed further.
“LITERALLY ANY CREEP WOULD.” The tigress laughed. “Oh yeah? Are you a real fan? Name every album.” Alex challenged him.
To Alex’s surprise, Carmen was able to name every single one of them.
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“You’re dumb and wrong if you think THAT’S my best work.” The tigress rolled her eyes and shook her head at Carmy as they argued over which one of Alex Marx the Spot’s albums was the KING. Two empty champagne glasses sat on top of the coffee table in front of them along with an empty bottle of Dom Pérignon 2006. “My best work was CLEARLY my debut album.”
Carmy had taken off his leather jacket and draped it onto the side of the couch and was now sitting in just his shirt and jeans. He was a little less of a bad boy now, but his opinions were still plenty bad. He shook his head at Alex and shrugged his shoulders. “You have a bias; the artist is alas overcritical of their own work. Your best work, clearly, by a billion miles, is ‘Songs I Wrote Drunk’, and the best song on that record is ‘Salt and Lime’.” After he finished his sentence, he bundled the fingers on his right hand and brought them to his lips for a chef’s kiss.
“Mwah, the perfect album.”
Alex, who still disagreed, shook her head at him. “Okay, okay, two reasons why that is wrong. No, no, let me TELL YOU.” The tigress cleared her throat. “One, most of those songs are so sloppy and messy. Two, that’s the only song on there I didn’t write when I was drunk; I was hungover, and it’s about how much I hate tequila.”
“See? That’s what makes it so GOOD. It’s so raw, so real. It’s a love letter to alcohol but also putting it into a burn book.” The lion did a chef’s kiss with his hand again, again, and then again.
“Okay, fine, fine, fine, agree to disagree,” Alex let out a sigh, leaned her head back against the couch, and looked up at the ceiling. Carmy did the same thing and chuckled. After a few seconds of staring at the ceiling in silence, Alex broke the silence and teased her fan for the reference he made.
“Burn book. Mean Girls, huh?” Alex turned to look at the lion with a smile. He seemed to be full of surprises. A dad that likes Mean Girls? And Alex thought she had seen it all.
“What? It’s a great movie. My wif-. Ex-wife loves it, the only thing we still agree on.” Carmen chuckled.
Alex chuckled, too, before she turned her gaze to look at the clock hanging on the wall across from her. When she saw it was 3 AM, she turned to look at Carmy all wide-eyed and panicky. “Holy shit, it’s 3 AM. Shit, shit, shit, shit. We need to be out of here by 4 AM or I’ll get fined.”
Carmy raised his brows at the tigress when she started to panic. When he heard that it was 3 AM, he blinked and checked the time on his watch with a gentle flick of his wrist. He raised his brows even more when he realized it was, no cap, 3 AM. Two whole hours had gone by and they didn’t even realize it.
Alex got up from the couch and stretched her arms up toward the ceiling. She went through the meet and greet checklist that Logan had outlined for her in her head; handshake and hug, check, personal conversation, check, photos, check, autograph, no check. She turned to look at the lion on the couch with a smile and offered him her hand to help him get up from the couch. “Do you want an autograph before you go? I can sign a CD, vinyl, poster, anything you want.” Alex cooed.
The maned cat took the striped cat’s hand and pulled himself up from the couch with a grunt. He stretched his arms over his head as he listened to the tigress’s offer of an autograph. He thought about it for a split second before he nodded. “Oh, yeah! I’d love an autograph.” Alex’s mention that she could sign anything made him smirk in a way that Felix, Alex’s head of security, would not have approved of. It was full of mischief as if he were Loki himself.
“Okay! Let me just…” Alex started patting her hands against her pants pockets and looked left and right to try and find the Sharpie that she had been using all night to give out her autograph. Her pockets were empty, not even her phone was in there. After a 360 on her heels, she spotted the marker on a small side table on the other side of the room, on top of a few pieces of paper, next to a couple of guitar picks, next to her empty can of BEAST energy drink from earlier. She walked over to grab it. She pulled the cap off, stuck it onto the end of the pen, and turned around.
“Do you want me to write a little message, too? Or is just a signature more your style?” The tigress raised her brows as she turned around to look at the lion. When she saw him standing there with nothing for her to sign, she raised her eyebrows even more, temporarily Gordon Ramsay-ing her forehead.
Carmy had his hands in his pockets and his mischievous smirk only grew wider and wider as he looked at the popstar holding the Sharpie. He felt a little tingle in his pants as his mind wandered to where or what he could get the tigress to sign for him. He could go home without an autograph and be happy since he got to spend two entire hours with her, but since she offered, he wasn’t going to refuse. It may have been the expensive champagne coursing through his veins, or it may have just been his dirty mind, but he had the perfect place for her to sign, he just had to wait a few more seconds for it to become a little more marker friendly.
Twitch, twitch, throb, throb, and bingo; he was ready to go.
Men’s jeans were never really designed to be that bulge-friendly, at least for those who did not want their bulge to be seen by the masses. But for those who liked to show off, they were a pretty good option. Even when you didn’t have a boner, the way the zipper portion of the jeans was designed made it look like you always had a tent. But Carmen’s tent was real, his dick pushed against his boxers and his jeans and created a very obvious outline of his dick in his pants. He didn’t even think about it, his mind just went “Fuck it” and he pulled his hands out of his pockets, undid his fly, and let his jeans slip down just enough for his dick and balls to bounce out like a Jack-in-the-Box.
‘Fwp!’
Alex stared. She stared for so long that she was starting to look like the creep. She could have told the lion to stop at any moment once she saw what he was doing, but she didn’t. Scratch that, she didn’t want to. She watched diligently as the lion undid his pants and when his dick flopped out and bounced up and down like a diving board at an Olympic diving pool, she momentarily looked up at his face before she looked back at his dick again.
An uncut, shiny, and veiny seven-inches, that was about as thick as a soda can twitched and throbbed as the lion stood with his hands on his hips and a smirk that just kept on growing. He had pubes, too, a thick, bushy, and brown happy trail south from his belly button down to the base of his peachy shaft. His foreskin was partially retracted, with the tip of his mushroom head poking out to show its darker shade of cream. It throbbed in tandem with his heartbeat as blood was pumped to his third leg to keep it nice and hard.
Alex spent about 30 seconds looking at the lion’s cock, inspecting it as much as she could from where she stood. She fiddled with the Sharpie in her hand, took a few steps forward toward him, and looked at his face to see his confident and slightly intoxicated expression. With just a foot in between them, Alex got on her knees to get face-level with his dick and looked up at Carmy one more time before she looked straight at the dick in front of her.
The tigress sniffed the air about an inch away from the partially exposed tip of Carmen’s dick. When the scent of his dick hit her senses, she let out a purr so loud that even Carmen looked down at her and snickered.
The lion’s dick smelled like sweat, pheromones, and a little bit of urine (probably as a result of the shake method after going to the bathroom). Alex didn’t mind, the smell of a dick was the smell of a dick. She continued to sniff at it for a few more seconds before she wrapped her fingers around the feline’s thick shaft, pulled his foreskin back even more, and admired it. She let out a couple of snickers as Carmy’s dick twitched and throbbed in her hand. The tigress’s tail happily flickered behind her a few times before it curled to the left. She then raised the hand that she held the Sharpie in up and said;
“You want me to sign here?” Alex’s eyes were still locked to Carmen’s dick so it looked like she was talking to it. But after she asked her question, she directed her gaze up to look at his face and raised her brows. She watched as Carmy gave her a nod and she brought her gaze back to his cock and looked around it for the perfect place that she could sign. She moved his dick around to peek on either side of it, peeled his foreskin back and rolled it back over again, and even pushed his dick upward to look and see if there would be sufficient space for her to sign his balls. She got her face close enough for a sniff of his sack and took the opportunity to do so. After a quick sniff, she brought her gaze back to the lion who stood over her. She prepped her pen to sign on the right side of his dick, where there were fewer bulging veins but stopped when she felt his dick throbbing rapidly in her hand.
Carmen liked having his junk touched, so when the tigress’s hand wrapped around his dick, he felt his knees go weak and almost wobbly, but he stopped himself from shaking too much in front of the tigress. Whether it was out of embarrassment or fear of looking weak, he wasn’t sure, but who could blame him? He had his dick out in front of his favorite pop star, and she was touching and sniffing it. He had fantasized about this countless times, and he couldn’t believe it was happening. When she moved his dick side to side, up and down, and even rolled his foreskin back and forth, he tilted his head back and let out a soft moan. He felt his orgasm creeping close, and while he would have preferred to last a bit longer, or at least not finish before the tigress gave him her autograph, his balls tucked upward, and there was nothing he could do to stop them. After his precious orbs did their first tuck upward, his dick throbbed hard, and then after the second tuck upward, it did so again, and by the third tuck upward, he grit his teeth and grunted as a white rope of cum shot out from his dick. The rope shot out with a speed and velocity greater than most, but luckily, since the tigress was holding the smoking gun, she was able to aim it where she wanted, or at least where she preferred it to go other than the floor or the wall. She was not getting fined for overstaying the time limit, nor was she going to get fined for leaving the green room floor and walls covered in cum either.
With the way she held the lion’s dick, the ropes of his cum shot out and painted her across the face. The first two ropes went as far as to paint the roots of her hair just above her forehead.
‘Spurt, splort.’
Alex narrowed her eyes just a smidge, in case any of the ropes landed a bit too close to her eyes. The third rope painted her muzzle and nose, the fourth missed her eye by just a hair and gooed up her eyebrow, and the last ropes, five, six, and seven, Alex directed to her left cheek.
‘Splurt, splort, splat.’
The lion’s warm cum painted her cheek and ran down her muzzle like melted ice cream on a hot day, and it felt good. It ran over her lips and dripped down her chin onto her chest, where weaker bonus eighth and ninth ropes also made their mark in her fishnet top.
After the ninth rope, all that was left coming out of the big cat’s cock was a slow ooze of cum that ran out from the slit in the tip of his dick. A few stray branches from his stronger ropes made a mess of his tip and foreskin, too, with a moderate amount of cum smeared all over it, like mayonnaise covering just one end of a Long Island glizzy.
Carmy was left huffing, puffing, and moaning softly as the tigress painted herself with his brand of cumsmetics. He had his head tilted back for most of it, but he was able to catch a few glimpses of his ropes sticking to Alex’s face. When he was all done shooting his seed, he looked back down at the tigress and admired the abstract piece of art that they made together. He let out a hefty sigh, tried to catch his breath, and chuckled as his dick still throbbed in response to seeing the tigress lick up what she could.
Alex licked her lips when the lion’s sizzling cum ran over them. Her tongue lapped up enough for her to get a taste of his salty, sweet, and slightly musky ejaculate. Still looking at his dick as the last remnants of cum oozed from it, the tigress gave his dick a gentle squeeze to get the very last bit of his cum out like a spent tube of toothpaste. Once there was no more cum oozing from the lion’s dick tip, the tigress licked her lips again, lapped up more cum, and looked up at Fan #60 with a slightly suggestive smirk.
“Hah, and here I thought you wanted MY autograph.” Alex chuckled and smacked her lips.
Cum continued to drip from Alex’s chin as she looked up at her biggest fan. She licked her lips more until there was no more cum that could drip off of her face. She let go of the lion’s dick, which allowed it to resume its periodic throbbing along with his heartbeat. But when she noticed that the cum on his dick was about to drip onto the floor, she quickly grabbed his dick again, brought her lips to the tip, and took it into her mouth to suck up all the cum. Her lips sealed over the lion’s dick, foreskin-covered tip and all.
‘Slurrrrrrrrrp!’
After sucking all of the cum off of the lion’s pipe, Alex pulled her lips free from it with a loud pop. A string of saliva connected her mouth to the dick she just sucked on, only to be sliced by her tongue as she licked clockwise over her lips.
The suck on his tip to clean his dick sent Carmy into a frenzy of huffs and moans. Some of which he wasn’t able to keep under wraps.
“Hhhhhaaaaaayyhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa…”
When the tigress popped his dick from her mouth, he let out a heavy huff, his chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried his best to catch his breath. “Hooooly shit…”
With the lion’s dick as clean as the tigress could do with just her mouth, Alex got back up onto her feet, put her hands on her hips, and smiled at the lion as he caught his breath. Without saying anything, the tigress turned around to her vanity, grabbed a few wet tissues, and wiped the remainder of her saliva off his dick. She followed that with a couple of dabs with a dry tissue to get his dick dry. Once that was done, the tigress got down on her knees again, grabbed the lion’s still erect dick with her hand, and pressed the tip of the Sharpie gently into his fleshy penis. She signed her autograph onto it and drew a handful of little hearts next to it. When she was done, she put the cap back on the pen and gave the tip of the lion’s fat dick one last kiss before she stood up.
Carmen’s dick throbbed as Alex signed his dick, but with her hand on it keeping it stable, it didn’t ruin the signature. When the tigress kissed him on the tip before she stood up, he let out another moan, chuckled, and shook his head. His dick throbbed even more once the tigress let go of him. He looked down at his rock-hard cock, then at the tigress and her white and gooey face paint.
“Thanks for the autograph, Alex. Sorry for the uh… Mess… It’s been a while since… Well, y’know, ex-wife, I’ve got custody of the kids.” He smiled and reached for his pants to pull them up. Once his pants were around his waist again, he buttoned up his fly. He still had a very visible bulge in his pants, even though he tucked his schmeat underneath the waistband of his boxers.
“You’re welcome, Carmy. Don’t worry about it. It’s a nice change of pace to be the one getting an autograph, too.” The tigress said with a coo and watched as the lion made himself decent. She snickered softly when she saw that he was still hard and reached for his hand. She spread his hand out, pulled the cap on her pen back off, and scribbled something down in his palm. “Here’s the name of my hotel and my room… I’ll leave a keycard with the receptionist, just say you’re… Quickshot Carmen.” The tigress chuckled.
Carmen laughed and shook his head again. He walked over to the couch to grab his leather jacket, folded it over his arm, and looked at the tigress with a satisfied smile on his face. “See you later, Alex Marx the Spot.” He said with a purr as he readjusted his under-the-waistband boner-hiding technique. He then turned on his heels and walked out of the green room. Once he closed the door behind him, he read the note the tigress had written for him on his hand.
“Shangri-La Hotel Tokyo. Presidential Suite, 1A. Quickshot Carmen. ❤️”
He chuckled to himself and put on his jacket. As he put on his jacket, he saw a raccoon dressed in a pantsuit walk by with bags of what looked like takeout in her hands. She brushed by him and gave him a concerned look before saying; “You just got out? Holy shit, she must really like you.” But before Carmen could say anything back, the raccoon went into the green room and closed the door behind her. With a smirk to himself, he brushed a hand through his mane and walked toward the exit to head out of the stadium.
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“How long did you spend with that guy? He sure got his money’s worth.” The raccoon let out a very out-of-character giggle as she entered the green room with bags of takeout in her hands. “I got us some curry from CoCo Ichibanya, I didn’t know which one you wanted because you didn’t answer my texts, so I got us a few. Maybe we can give some to Felix and the others, too? If they’re not asleep.” Logan closed the door behind her with her foot, and when she turned from the door to face the inside of the room, she saw the tigress standing in the middle of the room with a smile spread on her face. But that smile wasn’t the only thing on that striped face.
The raccoon froze in place and stared at her popstar client with semen splattered all over her face like a dish at a fine dining restaurant. After a few seconds of silently staring at her, the raccoon approached her, handed her one of the takeout bags, and started collecting the tigress’s things in preparation for them to leave. She was a little bit aggressive with throwing the tigress’s things into the bag, and when the tigress turned around to watch her, Logan started to mock her.
“I CaN’t dO SixTY MeeT aNd GrEeTs LoGaN. ThAt’s Too MuCh LoGan.”She mocked the tigress in a tiny high-pitched voice as she cleared the tigress’s vanity of her things, then handed her the bag before stomping off toward the door. “Let’s go, Alex, we’ll clean all the jizz off of you in the car.”
Alex watched as her manager angrily collected her things for her and mocked her for what she said earlier that night. She rolled her eyes at her and took the bag filled with her things once it was handed to her.
“I can’t even believe you,” Logan said with an almost disappointed parent tone as she pulled the door to the green room open and stomped her way out into the hallway.
“What? He didn’t bring me anything to sign!” the tigress said as she scuttled along after her.
“And he was cute!”
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Art by Foxovh
Comments
ΣCaspernicus
Honestly just write a novel
