𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

Visualizer

"Or no, this one." I point at the other picture, a road through a colorful autumn landscape.

"Well, I don't know!" I then complain with a whine. "I should ask my fans." With that I take out my phone, put the pictures up in a poll and let my fans and followers decide.

Of course the autumn road wins, but only close to the San Francisco picture.

"There you go, now add it." Sarah speaks warmly and I do what I have to do.

The next few hours my manager and I complete the visualizer with special features, effects and lyrics plus tone.

"So?" Sarah tilts her head in curiosity, awaiting my reaction to the final product.

I slowly start to nod my head as my smile widens minute by minute. "So!" I beam, hitting the save button once more before I spin my chair around and stand up.

"This is it. I'm probably repeating myself, but this is just it, you know?" I smile widely as I excitedly walk around the studio.

Sarah chuckles amused and nods, watching my pace the room. "I understand." She raises a playful eyebrow, motioning for me to come and sit with her on the couch. I immediately do and fall back into the couch with a sigh of relief.

My extremities stretched out as I just relax. A soft smile plays around my lips, while my eyes are closed and my head lies back.

I feel Sarah's gentle fingertips trace upwards my tigh and open one eye slightly as a smirk spreads over my lips.

My manager gets on her hands and knees next to me on the couch, while her hand softly rubs up and down my tighs and soon my growing buldge. I play a little with her beautiful long hair, watching her seductive behavior with a satisfied smile.

Just as I'm about to unbuckle my belt, Sarah grabs my hand and holds it down. "Relax." She seductively whispers, before she unbuckles my belt herself and slowly but surely undoes my pants.

She moves up to sit next to me, still on her knees but with her arm resting over my shoulder while her free hand rubs over the buldge in my boxers, making me breath more rapidly. "Mhh... keep going..."

Sarah pushes up my shirt a bit, revealing my abs which she slowly traces her hand over and down into my boxers. My manager starts to gently play with my balls, before wrapping her hand around my big cock and slowly starts to stroke the whole length.

Our eyes stare intensely into each other's, smirking satisfied. "You're so big, Y/n." Sarah hoarsely speaks, biting her lower lip.

I slightly move my hips, meeting her strokes on my dick. "Just like that baby..." I rasp out, my breathing increases with every moment Sarah strokes myself faster.

"Come here please... sit on me." I gently but firmly grip her hips, moving Sarah on top of me and her jeans press against my hard member, while she slowly moves her hips.

"That feels good Y/n..." Sarah gasps quietly, enjoying the new friction against her crotch. Our moans mix with our hot breaths as she grinds on my pulsing dick, letting our thrusts meet each move.

My grip on her hips tightens as the friction gets me closer to my edge later on. "Come for me, ruin my jeans." Sarah demands seductively, steadying herself with her hand on my chest as she dry humps my dick like a pornstar.

"Come together, come together please." I breathily beg, meeting her movements faster, while our moans get louder.

"Fuck yes, yes, mhh!" I groan as I shoot my sperm all over her jeans. "Oh my goodness, oh my~ Yes!" My manager throws her head back in pure pleasure as she comes with me, her body shaking as her hips still slowly move to ride out her high. "Oh Y/n..."

As we're still catching our breaths, we both look at her ruined jeans and probably her panties as well. "I'll buy you a new one?" I chuckle softly, while my hands gently rub over her tighs to sooth Sarah a little.

"That's the least you'll do." She says sensually with a wink, but also chuckles amused. "What now though?"

"I guess one of my sweatpants will have to do it for your way home." I shrug, earing a warning head tilt from Sarah.

"You're still having your clothes here?" She asks with concern.

I used to spend my nights in the studio, overworking myself before I blacked out eventually. "Slow there. I just didn't get the chance to bring a bag to get them home." My voice comes off reassuring.

My manager slowly nods, keeping a serious stare at me as she slowly climbs off of my lap. I take the opportunity and get her a sweatpants of mine. "I'll bring a bag tomorrow. Deal?"

"Deal." And there Sarah finally smiles again.

I maybe swore many things to myself, during rehab and the year after, but most of all things I swore myself to never ever overdo it again. Which includes to not spend nights in the studio from now and the past year on.