Friday finally came. Like I expected, I was at work. My pager went off around ten and I glanced at it. "We're here!" was all that it said. I picked it up and typed into it, "I'll be home soon. Just chill. When Peter gets here, I can go. Hopefully he's not late today! Where are you?"
A few moments after I sent the message off, my pager vibrated again. It said, "Holiday Inn. Rooms 232 to 238. Me: 234, which happens to be between B & K. Maybe we can drown out their screams? Hehehe." I could almost hear her giggling in my ear when I read that. As I was about ready to leave, Intern Peter walked in.
"Yo, Pete, it's about time. I've got company. Take over," I called to him. I got up from my seat behind the front desk and gathered my stuff as Peter came around to look at me.
"What's your hurry Bec?" he asked. Seeing the smirk on my face, he held up his hands and said, "Oh, girl's in town, huh?" I just grinned wider. That was the thing I loved about the station. They accepted me for me and didn't care that I was dating a female. In fact they thought it neat that I was dating a celeb. "Go on," he said. "Oh yeah, the Skip-ster wants to see you before you leave."
I rolled my eyes. What could the boss wanna see me for? I sighed and headed to his office. Knocking on the door gently, I listened for his reply. When he said I could enter, I slowly opened the heavy wooden door and glanced at the blonde balding man behind the desk. He was wearing thin, metal rimmed glasses and was slightly overweight. He was the only person in the whole building who actually wore a suit and tie to work. Everyone else came to work in whatever they cared, except maybe Susie, the promotions director and sales person. Skip was on the phone and he waved me into a seat. He then quickly got off the phone.
"Becca, how are you doing?" he asked me.
"Pretty well," I replied wringing my hands together. "Except I'm supposed to meet some people here really quick like."
"Don't worry, this won't take long. How long have you been here?"
"Two years," I answered without hesitation, though not quite sure what was going through his mind.
"And you've been a paid intern correct?"
I nodded. "Yes. Mornings at the front desk, afternoon remote set ups, sometimes a few days with Dave."
Skip rubbed his hands together before pressing them together in front of his lips. "We've had some complaints Becca." I raised an eyebrow at him, but didn't say anything. "Apparently the public isn't taking too well to your relationship and they don't want you working for us any more." I just stared at him. Was he firing me? "But unfortunately, what the listeners want isn't what I want." I sighed. "I don't want to lose you, Becca. You're too valuable. That's why, in order to make the listeners happy and keep you here, what would you say to your own show?"
I stared at him, my mouth agape, not believing what I was hearing. "My...my own show?" I asked.
"Yeah. It'd be from midnight to six am, right before Dave..." He said that like it was a bad thing.
I shook my head in disbelief. "I'd...I'd love it!" I replied. I was shocked. Then it dawned on me that I wasn't getting this promotion because of my own accord, but because of controversy. My excitement subsided and I stared at Skip. "Wait. You're putting me on the air at a time when no one's listening?" Skip nodded slightly. "Is that to clear your own conscience or the consciences of your listeners?" I spat.
"I'll be honest with you Becca," he said, leaning forward on his elbows. "Both. I want to make the listeners happy; keep them listening. But at the same time, I don't want to terminate your internship."
"You do know that if you terminate my internship, I have grounds to file a discrimination suit."
Skip sighed. "Actually you don't," he replied. "The internship contract you signed has a clause saying that we can terminate your internship without giving you a reason." I groaned and leaned back. "But that's why I'm giving you the time slot that I'm giving you. Keep you on staff, put you on the air when most people aren't listening, but those who want to listen no matter what." He paused for a moment and then said, "You start Monday morning."
I knew that was the end of the conversation so I nodded at him and stood up. Walking out the door, I immediately headed for the exit, not wanting to talk to anyone, but Peter didn't see it that way. "What'd he want?" he asked from behind the desk.
I turned and smiled at him. "Oh, just to give me the midnight to six slot," I replied nonchalantly.
Peter smiled at me. "Congratulations. Make us interns proud now." I suppressed a laugh as I headed out the door. My heart was breaking. I had never felt this type of discrimination before. I wanted to go curl up in bed, but knew I had to go meet the guys.
I went home and changed quickly before heading over to the Holiday Inn. I headed up to the second floor and found room 234, knocking gently on the door. The door opened suddenly and a hand shot out grabbing me and pulling me inside. The lights were off and I was forcefully pushed against the door, a pair of lips crushing against mine. When my lover pulled away from me, I said breathlessly, "We don't have much time."
She understood and stared walking backwards towards the bed. I started stripping off my jacket as her hands went up my shirt to fondle my breasts. I pushed her back onto the queen-sized bed and quickly found my way into her black jeans. Knowing the Boys would be knocking on the door any time, I opted for a nice quick clitoral orgasm, and at the same time, I decided I'd ask her about AJ. Finding her clitoris beneath my middle finger and hearing her groan, I started spelling out her name on the pink nub. "Krys," I said.
"Hm?" she answered writhing under my touch.
"Um." I had completed her name and was now working on each of the Backstreet Boys full names. "AJ was wondering if he could come in and watch us?"
She groaned, not answering me. I leaned over and kissed her lips, hoping to entice an answer. "Mmmmm," she moaned. "As long as he doesn't touch you. You're mine." She rotated her hips beneath my finger, forcing me to press harder on her.
I smiled, looking over at her closed eyes. "Of course I'm yours," I replied. "Yours and yours alone. The only way he'll touch me is if you let him." I pressed down on her clit again. She arched her back and pushed her hips toward me.
I felt her body tense and she started quivering and moaning. I started circling my fingers around her clit hoping to hear her scream my name before we left for the bar. I heard movement outside our world knowing the Boys were exiting their nearby rooms. "Come on Krys," I whispered in her ear. "Let's make them think twice about disturbing us."
She nodded her head and as if on cue started moaning her contentment and screaming my name. I didn't know if she was faking it for the guys or it was the real thing, but I soon found out as she hit a note that I didn't know she could hit. It was the real deal. I didn't give her much time to come down, instead, pulling her to her feet and we both adjusted our clothes right as there was a knock on the door. We looked at each other and then she leaned over to open the door.
There on the other side was quite an eyeful. The five Backstreet Boys were clustered in the hallway and the two married ones each had their arms around their beautiful wives. Krystal and I just stood there grinning at them. They knew what had gone on but decided not to say anything.
I looked at them all and grinned saying, "Are we taking a hum-vee?" Most every snickered. AJ walked over and draped an arm over my shoulder.
"See, you're taking the chicks," he started to say, but Krystal smacked him in the stomach when he said "chicks" so he changed the wording. "I mean women, and us men are going in the other car."
I looked up at him. "What'd you get? An Explorer?"
"Yeah!" he replied. I just smiled and we headed out to the parking lot.
