Billie Eilish

The afternoon sunlight fell through large open windows, casting its warming rays into an expensively designed living room. The latest trends in furniture, the best materials money could get, and everything custom fitted to the owner's personal taste. Normally, this would be a place to relax after a long day of doing whatever. Normally, the owner of the living room would do just that, sitting on the expensive couch wearing something comfortable while watching her favourite show on the large tv. But as it was, nothing of those things was happening.

The owner of the living room, and by extension, the entire house was sitting on the couch as usual. But that was where all normality ended.

Billie Eilish was so lost in thoughts, that she didn't notice the sunbeams creeping across the room as the minutes slowly turned into hours. Not until the sun's eventual dip towards the horizon caused one of the beams to glare painfully in her eyes did she break from her deep thoughts. She blinked once to wet her dry eyes and sluggishly rose to close the curtains, her legs grown numb from the long hours of inactivity. As she stepped off the couch her gaze fell on the small stack of papers laying on the coffee table in front of her. It was a contract, and while she was no stranger to them, having signed her fair share of them over the years of her relatively short career, this one both intrigued and revolted her at the same time.

After pressing the close button on a wall panel, she made her way back to the couch. As lights came on automatically in the now dimly light room, her eyes once again fell on the contract, and she picked it up to read it once again. Noticing the thick, expensive paper, she realized this was not something offered to anyone.

CONTRACTUAL TERMS FOR PARTICIPATION IN "THE GAME".

Following below are the terms as decided upon by the organisers of the periodical event henceforth designated as; "The Game".

This contract is customized and drafted for; Billie Eilish, henceforth revered as; "The Player".

Please note, that upon signing, the conditions and terms stipulated herein are considered legally binding, and failure to uphold them will result in penalties.

1. The Player is hereby made aware that participating means she will be challenged mentally, physically, and most assuredly, sexually, and offers no objection beyond the deal breakers listed further in the contract.
2. By participating in "The Game", The Player agrees to all the terms and conditions listed below, agreeing to participate in whatever challenge is presented to her to the best of her abilities.
3. The Player accepts that due to the voting system in use, she may be called upon to partake in multiple challenges over the course of "The Game", or none at all. Should she not be called for during her time as a Player, the contract will still consider this a fulfilment of terms.
4. The Player understands and agrees that participation means she will temporarily lose all rights and privileges as an American citizen and will be considered property of the organisation of "The Game". Her rights and privileges will be restored once her time as a Player has ended, regardless of whether she won or lost the event.
5. The Player understands that as a Player, she is at the beck and call of the guests, and any and all requests made upon her either during a challenge or as a requested entertainer, are to be carried out immediately and without objection.
6. Upon completing her part of this contract, the other signee will fulfil theirs, and provide The Player with the agreed-upon service. (See details further down). Any action taken by both parties that directly violate the terms of this contract will IMMEDIATELY render it null and void, and any progress made will be considered invalid.
7. The Player agrees and understands that anything relating to "The Game" is considered confidential, and speaking to people about it will be considered a breach of contract.
8. The Player understands that any recordings made during her time as a Player, both audio and visual, remain the property of the organisers, and no rights or privileges can be made to them.
9. The Player agrees to all of the above, and with a clear mind, without outside manipulation, agrees to the terms listed herein.

Following below is a short list of concessions and deal breakers that can be checked to further personalize the contract. In return for agreeing and accepting the above-mentioned restrictions, the organizers are contract bound to uphold any and all restrictions mentioned below. Any breach of these restrictions is a breach of contract on their part, and you will be reimbursed as if you fully completed the contract.

What followed was an almost two-page-long list detailing all kinds of things she could prevent. They started out simple, with minor things like phobias or hard no's in regard to certain activities. But as she went down the list, it got exceedingly more graphic in nature. She made her way to the dining table, contract in hand, and began to go over the list in an attempt to mitigate what she was about to sign up for. She managed to get through the list before she was utterly disgusted with herself and slammed her pen down on the table. The only things left empty were a small space where she could write down things not mentioned on the list, and all the way at the bottom of the page, two lines where both she and someone else were to sign. The left side was already holding her signature.

Holding her head in her hands, she wracked her brain on what to do. How did she end up like this? But she knew the answer. And as if to mock her, a ping from her phone told her as well.

It was a mail from one of the many streaming services that hosted her music, giving her a number rundown for the past month. And while she easily made it to the top five in whatever country she decided to publish her music, she couldn't help but notice that the number of people that listened to her was ever so slightly going down. Releasing a new album only helped boost things so much. She needed to do something lest she ended up freefalling off the charts. She discussed things with her agent, and understanding her worries, he promised to look into it as well and see what he could come up with.

The result now lay in front of her. And while she was disgusted by the mere thought that an event like this happened, and frequently at that, she couldn't deny its usefulness. All the big boys of the world, together in one location. For people like them, giving her faltering career the boost she needed was child's play. But was it worth the cost? She stared at the contract for a few more minutes, before angrily walking away from the table. She needed to take her mind off this, and she had a few more days until it had to be delivered to her agent.

She made her way to her bedroom and began rummaging through her wardrobe. Surely a night out partying would do her some good.

The muted bass of a club reverberated through the background as Billie was pushed harshly against the cold, dark blue tiles. She ignored the countless scribblings one would always find in the toilet of a club, and instead, concentrated on the guy holding her against the wall.

He was tall, easily a full head taller, maybe even more. He had short black hair, kept in a slightly messy style. His clothes were just the right kind to show that he had plenty of money to burn but didn't feel the need to flaunt it. Her green eyes, hazed with desire, rose to meet his, and she stared into two pools of deep brown. She opened her mouth to faintly object to the harsh treatment, (Yeah right), but instead, he leaned forward and captured her lips with his own.

Any protests died the moment their tongues met, and she quickly found herself on the losing end of a battle of tongues. Clearly not content with dominating just her mouth, he grabbed her wrists, and raised them above her head, crossing them and holding them in one of his large hands. His other hand began to move across her body and quickly landed on one of her world-renowned breasts.

She moaned against his lips as he gave a rough squeeze, before going further down. Billie for her part only offered token resistance. She was faintly aware that she was in a public restroom in a very crowded club, but she didn't care. Her breath hitched and she thrust out her hips as his hand stopped between her legs.

'You like that don't you niña?'

He spoke with a fluent, but heavy Mexican accent, and it was one of the prime reasons why Billie fell for him so hard. There was just something in the way he spoke. How he dominated a conversation despite English not being his first language.

'I've seen the way you look at me. I see it all the time. At home. On business trips with my father. Or right now, on the face of a young woman.'

He leaned down and used his tongue to draw a sharp line from the base of Billie's neck, to just below her left ear. There, he spoke, his voice a whisper, barely audible above the thumping bass of the club.

'You want me. And you agree to whatever I say just to get me.'

Billie opened her eyes, completely unaware that she had at one point closed them. and looked past them at the row of mirrors above the sinks across from her. For a brief moment, she was wondering what she was doing. Picking up strangers at clubs was not her style. But his looks. The way he held himself. How he looked at her and without words told her she would be his. It did things with her that no one else had so far. She saw her reflection. Her arms were pinned to the cold wall above her, and her shirt was partially rolled up to reveal her bra. She tested his strength but found his hold to be much too strong. Her futile struggles came to a screeching halt as he pushed his hand firmer between her legs and his fingers brushed against her crotch. He moved his fingers up and down a bit, and Billie heard herself moan as the heat between her legs flared to life.

'Don't tell me that you want to leave now niña? After all, the night is still young.'

Billie was breathing harshly as his fingers probed the contours of her pussy. All this, and this was just some above-the-clothes action. Suddenly, the music intensified as the door opened to allow another entry. The sudden shift in volume pulled Billie from her daze, and she remembered that she was in a public place, and from the knowing smirk on the new man's face, the men's bathroom at that. Becoming painfully aware of the compromising situation she was in, she looked at the newcomer with pleading eyes. He just laughed as he walked past them to the nearest stall. He gave the Mexican a pat on the shoulder, congratulating him on his "fine catch".

'Perhaps he has the right idea? Hmm?'

Billie felt herself being pulled away from the wall and pushed into an empty stall. She now had her back towards him, but her arms were still held above her by his firm grip. She felt his hand fumble between her legs, and with a pop, felt the button of her pants become undone. In one smooth motion, he undid the zipper and worked her pants down enough for him to work with. She had no idea when or how he had managed it, so far into a lustful haze was she, that she never noticed him lining up his cock, until it was pressing against her wet snatch from behind. She looked over her shoulder, and directly into brown eyes filled with lust and desire. A desire for her. A lust for her. She pushed her hips out slightly, and could barely stiffen her scream of pleasure as he pushed inside of her in one, swift movement.

'Nice one bro. Now make her squeal.'

The voice coming from the other stall reminded her that they were not alone, and she tried to control her voice. But when he began to fuck her in earnest, that proved to be impossible. He was just that good. Or was she that inexperienced? She didn't know. Nor did she care. She didn't care about anything at the moment. Only the magnificent feeling of his cock fucking hard from behind. She forgot about the stranger in the stall next to her. She forgot about the club full of people just a few meters away. She forgot about her worries about the slowly dwindling listeners and sales. And above all, she forgot about that blasted contract that was still laying on her dining table.

She had no idea how long he fucked her in that stall. But when he finally finished deep inside of her, and her pussy and womb flooded with his warm seed, she knew she wanted more. Panting heavily from the multiple orgasms he had fucked her to, she managed to turn around and pull him closer towards her.

'Come with me to my place tonight. We can do so much more when it is just the two of us.'

The smile on his face sent goosebumps down her spine as it was one part excitement and one part conviction that there was never to be any other outcome.

'Gladly niña. It will be good to know I don't have to keep holding back any longer.'

Their exit from the club was swift, and with many a knowing smile spread throughout the various patrons. Clearly, word has gotten out about what happened. Oh well, she would deal with that later. For now, she had a full night ahead to get her mind off things.

Romano awoke the following morning with only a slight hangover. It took him a moment to remember where he was, as he did not recognise the room as his hotel. Then the memories returned, and he remembered the chick. At first, he thought she was just a regular emo chick looking for a quick fuck. And after checking out her body, he happily agreed to use her for a few hours of fun, before moving on. That was until one of his drinking buddies held up a phone displaying a picture of the woman, along with her name. As soon as he knew she was a world-famous singer, he knew he was going to take her.

And that proved to be disgustingly easy. She fell to him so hard that he barely had to do anything. It was clear that she was just looking for someone to have a night of fun with, but Romano swore then and there that he would make her his. So he took her in the bathroom. And after a taste of what he could do, she more than eagerly invited him over to her place. He barely waited for the front door to close itself behind them before pouncing on his latest prey. He took her right here in the hallway. And again in the living room. Her feeble attempts at playing host only meant he also took her on the kitchen counter. Hard. Eventually, they did manage to end up in her bedroom, but it would still be many hours before they would finally find any sleep.

He rose from the king-sized bed, his thoughts on where Billie was answered by the sound of rushing water from a nearby room. He briefly contemplated stepping into the bathroom and continuing where they left off last night, but the harsh lessons from his father echoed in his mind. Always explore your surroundings when you deal with a potential ****. To many, Romano was just the charismatic playboy son of an extremely wealthy businessman. But to a select few, he was the heir apparent of one of the world's largest **** training and trading operations. And his father had thought him all the tricks in the book on how to seduce and bind willing females to his will. Tricks and techniques he had used last night to lure his latest catch into his waiting arms. And now he was going to play until she was completely his, or so devoted she could no longer resist his demands. Whatever came first, but he hoped the former.

Following through on his teaching to explore his surroundings, he left the master bedroom. Still completely naked, he silently walked about the first floor, finding mostly empty rooms, she clearly lived by herself. This was good, made things easier. He descended the stairs without a single sound and did a quick inspection of the ground floor. It revealed nothing truly interesting, just the standard stuff all people with more money than they can reasonably use have in their house. It wasn't until he came upon the dining table that he found a small stack of expensive official-looking paper.

Ears trained for the still-rushing sound of water, he was assured that Billie was still using the shower. He picked up the top page, and with experience born from years of painstaking practice, absorbed the details of the contract. He read through the second page, going over the list of deal breakers that Billie had filled in until he reached the end. Noting she had already signed it, yet forgot to seal it in the accompanying envelope, gave him options.

Romano knew what this was about. His father was an often invited guest at those events, and he had accompanied him several times if only to establish connections, but it was never his thing. Too crowded, too presumptuous. But perhaps this time, this time it might be "fun" if he accompanied his father again.

He picked up the pen laying next to the contract, and with the skill of a master forger, a necessity in the **** trade made an addition to the contract. Writing in the space reserved for special comments, in a handwriting almost indiscernible from Billie's;

"Please ignore all the above-mentioned conditions. Do with me as you want."

'Romano? Do you want to use the shower as well?'

Billie's voice echoed through the house, and Romano couldn't suppress the smirk as he looked down at his handiwork. He loudly walked up the stairs, making a point of broadcasting his approach to Billie.

'Eventually niña. First, though, I would like to use you some more.'

It would be several more hours before Romano left. He was satisfied with what he had accomplished and in dire need of making a call to his dad. And Billie was again laying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Any thoughts literally fucked from her mind.