November 1974

I stood in front of the mirror tucking in my shirt inside of my pants. Harry sat behind me watching me as I struggled on what to wear. "It's a meeting with Jules, you could wear a potato sack if you wanted to and he would still call you a fox." I rolled my eyes turning to Harry.

"Aren't you nervous?" He shook his head.

"Should I, it's going to be the same conversation. He'll sit us down, hype us up and then bring in the bad news." I nodded sitting on his lap. "Love you." He kissed my arm.

"Love you." We kissed and stood to meet the band out in the van. Pink had been putting a lot of work into it and it was actually pretty nice now. Money was tight as we all lived together now and it was beginning to get worse since we weren't making as much money doing gigs than when we all worked actual jobs before.

We made it to the meeting at Jules large house. Managing so many bands, the man had money from doing so little. Harry promised that the man knew what he was doing so I had to trust him.

We took a seat at his marble table in a giant meeting room and waited for him to come in. A maid came in and served us water, asking if we wanted anything else. Pink being the prick that he is made the young girl uncomfortable. "I'd like to use your thighs as ear warmers." He laughed causing the girl to leave quickly.

"Can you please be less gross." Mitch smacked his arm.

"Oh come on she's hot." He said defensively. The door opened and in walked Jules with another two men who wore suits. They looked at us, all together as a band, and then one of the men looked at me up and down.

"Everyone this is Paul and this is Steve they own a recording studio in downtown Manhattan." We all stood to shake their hand. The man who eyed me gave me a look over making me feel uncomfortable. It was constantly like this in this industry.

Jules took a seat and began talking about everything. The way we dressed, talked and performed was being scrutinized, but for the most part, it was things we had already discussed as a band. "Well since we are short on money we are making a deal here, Steve and Paul will let you all work on your debut album if they take a small profit from your next few gigs."

"Deal." Our bass player spoke up.

"Wait a second you moron!" Mitch yelled. "How much- man we're already barely getting by on what you're giving us."

Jules shook his head. "Kid once the world hears your album, you'll be swimming in cash." Mitch looked at Harry who then looked at me.

"What do you think?" Harry asked me.

"I think we need to read any contracts before we sign anything. We aren't even signed to anything-"

Jules interrupted me quickly before I got more involved. "EMI is looking at you guys, but they want a hit on the radio first before they sign you. They sign you and we're talking tours and money flowing in."

"Wouldn't that be the opposite of how this works." He shook his head clearly frustrated with me.

"Listen, sweetheart, this industry is a tough bitch, you need to make your own path before anyone wants to have you signed to anything. You're getting virtually free time in a studio and could be looking to get signed to one of the biggest music labels out right now. So what's it going to be?"

I looked at the guys and shrugged. "We'll do it," Harry said clearly.

"Good, now I expect you all to be at the studio at ten tomorrow to begin."

His maid came in and told them that dinner was served then telling us that we would be excused out. We left his house and drove back home where we all sat around talking about the album. It baffled me how quickly things could happen, but then I realized how little time I had been in the band compared to the guys.

They all sat around smoking while I gently played with Harry's hair. "We have to come up with how many songs?" Billie asked Mitch.

"At least eight, but that shouldn't be too hard." He bit his nails, a habit he had when he was nervous. "God we're going to actually be in a recording studio."

They all began talking over one another as I looked down at Harry. "Are you nervous?" He nodded quickly. Harry always had a way of hiding his nerves, but not about this.

"What the hell are we gonna name the album?" I shrugged. "Come on let's go to bed and try to think of a name?" He whispered against my neck. His voice left goosebumps on my skin.

We made it to the bedroom where Harry quickly threw me on the bed and began kissing my neck. "We should just call it after the band." I moaned as his mouth left wet kisses down to my collar bones.

He pulled back for a second, telling me he didn't actually want to discuss that at the moment. I rolled my eyes because he began slipping his hand into my pants. His movements became quick and before I knew it I was already naked as he pulled off his pants.

It had become very routine for Harry to take charge, and although I loved it, I wanted a turn. I sat up and patted the bed gently. "Daddy's on top." I rolled my eyes.

"Stop calling yourself that, I want to be on top." He sighed laying down flat on the bed and watching me as I bent down to take a hold of him, leaving soft kisses up to the side of his length. I began moving my head up and down as I took him halfway down and then used my hand to hold onto the base. I felt his hands take my hair and slowly try to push me lower until I smacked his thigh.

"Come on baby, you can take me all the way." He coaxed me. "I know you can." I wiped my mouth and shook my head.

"I can't." I shook my head.

"You're not trying hard enough." He teased.

"Harry you have trouble swallowing small pills-" He cut me off pulling me closer to him over his chest. I was very small compared to him and sometimes forgot that he was so strong.

"Let me have a taste?" I rolled my eyes at his attempt to change the subject. I sat over his lips as he began his work on me. I softly moaned as he ran his tongue up and down my slit over my entrance and around my clit until he sucked the small bud. I grabbed at his hair and began grinding myself over his face as I let him continue until I was weak in the knees.

He somehow managed to flip me over to pin me down below him, his cock pushing right into me in one swift motion. "Oh god, daddy!" I moaned against his ear.

"That's right, you give in so easily Debra."

"Fuck you." I clawed down his back, only for it to backfire, Harry had a serious kink for pain. "I'm gonna get you back," I told him.

He pressed my legs against my chest and fucked into me hard as I tried to keep myself from screaming in pure pleasure at the angle. "Yeah? How?" I smiled leaning up to kiss him, my hands going to his nipples where I pinched them causing him to shiver and release me. "Oh, Christ!" I flipped him over and quickly aligned myself to sink down onto him.

"Oh god-" I smacked his chest. Slowly I moved up and down, adjusting to the change in pace. I placed my hand over Harry's mouth which he seemed to enjoy once again. Within a few minutes, my thighs began to start burning from the work I was doing, but Harry was in such bliss as he laid there and let me do all the work. He began to pulse inside of me which was my cue to get off him.

"No- okay I'm sorry please just- oh god don't do this to me right now." He practically begged. I leaned forward towards him and looked him in the eyes.

"What do you want?" He smirked.

"To cum inside of you." I giggled. "Or in your mouth."

"Say sorry for making fun of me and saying I don't try." he rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry baby."

"Okay then, hold my hair." He nodded telling me how much he loved me. He sounded so desperate as he sat against the headboard and I sucked him off. His hands held my hair in a makeshift ponytail, as his eyes watched me carefully. I looked up at him as I breathed through my nose and lowered my head down farther until he reached the back of my throat and then some. His eyes rolled back and he tensed as his cum shot to the back of my throat.

I coughed a bit and pulled back looking at him as he tried to catch his breath. "Fuck that was the best I've ever had baby." He said looking up at the ceiling as sweat fell from his forehead. I leaned up to him and pouted. "What's wrong?"

"I didn't get a chance to cum again daddy." He smirked patting his chest.

"Princess, daddy always has to make his girl happy." I giggled getting back into my previous position over his face where he was sure to leave me speechless-

Four times.

After an amazing night like the night before, Harry was always a bit touchy and more boyfriend like around the guys. It was no different as we made it to Steve and Paul's studio. The room was big, dim lighting and wood paneling all around the bottom half of the walls. There were chairs and couches along with a small bar.

Steve, the creepy guy that made it obvious he was staring at me, noticed Harry with his arm around me. "You two together?" He asked Harry.

"Yes, you married Steve?" Harry pointed to his wedding ring.

"Yeah ten years." Harry nodded walking with me to check out the recording booth. I stepped in and looked around at all the mics and giant glass that separated the rooms.

"It's all for you baby." I nodded turning to look at him.

"Why did you ask him if he was married?" I suddenly asked Harry.

Harry pushed his hair back and leaned against a wall. It was quiet in here and we couldn't hear the guys in the next room because of the soundproof walls. "To remind him to stop staring at what's mine." He shrugged.

I laughed walking to the door to walk out. "Boy, I don't see a ring on this finger." I teased him.

Harry looked at me and smiled gently. "Not yet." He walked past me and leaned in close. "But someday." He walked out before I could say anything, did he just-

Well then.

Thanks for reading. Xx

-k