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My name is Keri, and I’m a blue-eyed redhead who works as a waitress/bartender at a local dive called the Sugar Bush Tavern. I do a little bit of everything there, including hosting Karaoke on Saturday nights for a large crowd of regulars.As a little girl, I dreamed of being a singer and making it big. Then my dad got sick, and I took this job so I could take care of him. Ten years later, he’s gone, but I’m stuck in the same hick town where I have lived all my life. I’m sure someday I will die here. That’s just how it goes in Sugar Bush. Nobody really thrives; we just survive.So, Karaoke Night has become the one thing I look forward to every week. When I’m singing, I can pretend for a night that I’m standing on a stage in front of my adoring fans instead of a bunch of guys drinking beers, hoping to get lucky.The crowd was a little lighter on a stormy night in April. It didn’t matter; I’d still sing my heart out.Wearing jeans that hugged every curve and a black top that showed off my girls, I was about to tie my hair back and get started. On a whim, I left my long, red, curly locks down and freshened my lipstick before taking the mic.After the first few songs, I felt warm enough to tackle the good stuff. I was halfway through my rendition of Adele’s “Set Fire to the Rain” when a man walked into the bar. He was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, and I nearly stumbled over lyrics I’d been singing every Saturday night for the past three years.He sat in the back and ordered a drink, but he never took his eyes off me. It was disconcerting but titillating as well.The guys at the front table, a group of regulars, were clamoring for some Lady Gaga, so I obliged them with “Just Dance.” The stranger in the back watched my every move as if he wanted to eat me up in big, greedy bites. I felt naked under his gaze, causing my heart to race.Afterward, I turned the mic over to a guy we call Little Mike to take things up a notch with “Baby Got Back.” It’s a crowd favorite, and he sings the extended version, so I took the opportunity to get myself some sparkling water with lime. I am careful not to drink on Karaoke Saturday anymore because the last time I did, I woke up sore and covered in some random guy’s cum. Not my proudest moment.I turned to see if the stranger was still watching me and nearly barreled into him.”Oh, goodness!” I said, grateful that I hadn’t spilled my drink on him. “I’m Side escort Bayan sorry. I didn’t see you there.”His laugh was rich and sexy. “Hard to miss me; I’m six foot four.”I laughed weakly, feeling awkward. Was he flirting? Annoyed? It was hard to tell.“I’d buy you a drink,” he said smoothly, “but it appears you already have one. Are you going to sing some more?”“Yes,” I managed to squeak out.“Good. I like your voice, Red. You seem a little overqualified for a karaoke hostess.”I felt my face grow hot. “Thanks; I usually bartend or wait tables here on other nights. This is just a fun sideline for me.”“That’s a shame,” he shrugged. “Pipes like yours should be singing in clubs and concert halls, not wasted here in a local dive tavern.”I wasn’t sure whether to be flattered or offended. But it was my turn to sing again, so I slid away from the bar and grabbed the mic.Another regular, Old Dave, was sitting at the end of the bar and shouted, “Sing us an oldie, Red.”The handsome stranger kept his gaze on me. Time to pull out Carly Simon’s “You’re So Vain.”As I sang the chorus, he looked amused. But he was walking out the door when the song was finished.He seemed a little snobby anyway, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to complicate my life with a man.I finished out the night and was about to head home when Vic, our Saturday night bartender, called after me. “Hey, Red.”I stopped.“What’s up, Vic?”He handed me a business card.“That tall guy who was talking to you earlier left this for you.”I took the card from Vic, stuck it in the side pocket of my cross-body handbag, and went out into the rain.Cursing myself for forgetting my umbrella, I walked the three blocks to the rundown house my dad had left me when he passed. It needed work, but I was barely making ends meet. I’d slapped a coat of paint on the exterior the summer before and planted some flowers so it didn’t look so damned sad. But still, the roof needed replacing, and my AC was on the fritz.I changed into a nightshirt and sat on the couch, pondering what the man had said about my singing. I grabbed my purse to dig the card out of the side pocket.His name, title, and phone number were on the front of the card. On the back was a message.You have quite the range to do justice to Adele, Gaga, and Carly. Do you have any original songs? Either way, I can set you up with a studio to cut a demo if you’re Escort manavgat interested. Call me!DaxIndeed, this was just a clever way to get into my pants. Dax wasn’t the first guy to claim he had connections to help me, only to disappoint me by ghosting me after a one-night stand. I wasn’t going to fall for that nonsense again.So, I tossed his card in the wastebasket, brushed my teeth, and climbed into bed – alone.When it was clear that sleep was eluding me, I grabbed my vibrator and found the sweet spot I knew would get me off. As the device buzzed, I imagined Dax lifting me onto the bar and devouring my pussy.“Oh, fuck, yes!” I cried out to no one as my climax raged through my body.The week dragged on slowly until the following Saturday rolled around. I was getting the karaoke equipment set up when I saw Dax walk into the bar.Oh, great, he’s back.I rolled my eyes as he approached me. “You never called me,” he said.“Look, I am flattered that you liked my singing, but I’m just a small-town waitress and bartender having a little fun on a Saturday night,” I said, doing my best not to make eye contact.“I think you’re much more than that,” he said. “But I won’t argue the point if you’re happy wasting your talent in a hick bar. Since I’m certain you tossed my card in the trash, here’s another one. Keep it for the day when you get tired of getting your ass grabbed and going home smelling like beer.”I was annoyed that he had dissed my little hometown tavern. “You’re awfully full of yourself. What makes you so much better than the guys grabbing my ass here?”“I’m not trying to get into your pants, Red. I want the chance to showcase your voice. Have one drink with me when you’re done singing tonight, and let me tell you what I have in mind.”I was silent for a moment while I tried to discern if that was some sort of fancy-ass come-on line. I studied his handsome face and saw no apparent signs of malice.“I’m done at eleven. I’m not having a drink with you, but I will hear you out for fifteen minutes,” I said then I walked away.Dax stayed and watched me sing, but I ignored him to the best of my ability. I let myself enjoy the enthusiasm of my regular crowd and eventually relaxed enough to have fun belting out my favorite tunes.When I finished, I grabbed sparkling water from the bar and went to his table. Before I sat down, I reminded him, “Fifteen alanya escort minutes.”“Then I’d better make them count. Sit down, Red.”“My name is Keri.”Dax acknowledged me with a nod but didn’t correct himself.“I’m a talent scout for Five Star Studios. My job is to find fresh faces and strong voices to invite into the studio to make demos and send the ones I feel have the best chance of being accepted to the big bosses. I have about a seventy-eight percent acceptance rate, meaning more than three-fourths of the singers I find go on to a full studio session with a producer. Not all of these talented men and women go on to make an actual record, but at least half do. Pretty good odds in this business.”I sipped my water and nodded.Dax continued. “Once a potential artist records a demo, my part is done. But I provide a list of agents that I feel will be a good match so that my talent has solid representation. I think Five Star is a great studio, but I’m also aware it’s a money-making business and don’t want to see people I’ve recruited get taken advantage of because they agree to the first contract that comes along.”“Here’s the thing, Red. Sorry, Keri,” he corrected himself this time, “I go to many local clubs and concert halls looking for potential. But I came into the Sugar Bush Tavern on my night off to have a drink or two.”“And?” I asked, curious as to why that mattered.“And, on my night off, I stumbled across the most amazing voice I’ve ever heard in my time with Five Star. Even more surprising was the fact that you didn’t call me. I’ve never been in the position of having to beg a singer to let me get involved.”I inhaled sharply and waited for a beat. Finally, I said, “Okay.”“Okay, what?” he asked.“I’ll go to a studio with you and make a demo.”Dax grinned. “You’re making a wise decision. I can pick you up on Monday morning, say ten? Where do you live?”“You can pick me up here from the bar. Ten is fine. I hope you aren’t just stringing me along. I’m trusting you not to be an asshole.”Dax nodded. “Here is good, and I promise I’m not an asshole, Keri.”“Red,” Keri corrected. “If I’m gonna do this, I’m not using my real name. I’m just Red.”“It suits you,” Dax said, smiling. “See you Monday.”I spent all of Sunday wondering if I had lost my damn mind. I even reached out to Dax to tell him I changed my mind, but he talked me off the ledge and said, “Give it a try, Red. If it doesn’t feel right, then you bail. But not before you have even given this a chance.”Wearing tight jeans and a royal blue shirt that left my shoulders bare, I met Dax at the bar at ten sharp.“You look…really nice,” Dax said, stammering.“Thanks. Is this outfit okay?”“Perfect.”“So, what am I singing?”