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This Time Around	By : Daisygirl1315 Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 11904 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"It was rather like a dinner with Paula Abdul. Sweet, but forgettable."

I eyed Simon across the table as his words from previously in the evening echoed in my mind.

I circled the rim of my glass with my index finger as I watched him.

He was studying the menu in front of him rather intently.

It was almost as if he was intentionally ignoring me.

Almost as if he knew what I was thinking.

Almost as if he knew what I was plotting.

We were seated at a table for five at Spago’s, waiting for Randy and the Fox executives, Mike Darnell and Gail Berman, to arrive so we could discuss our plans for season four of American Idol.

I debated on bringing up what Simon said or totally surprising him later on.

Surprise, I decided. It would have more effect.

As if he could feel my eyes on him, he tilted his head up slowly, meeting my gaze.

"I know I’m gorgeous but please darling, don’t stare. It’s embarrassing," he said mock-seriously.

I jutted my jaw to the right, pretending to be annoyed, as I smirked at him.

Before I could compose a witty comeback I noticed a group approaching us out of the corner of my eye.

"Mike, Gail," Simon nodded towards them as he stood up, extending a hand for each of them to shake.

I stood as well, flashing each of them a bright smile.

When Randy joined our table a few moments later, I stood again, excusing myself to the ladies’ room.

I walked in the direction of the restrooms, ducking behind a plant as soon as I was out of sight.

As if I were James Bond on a mission, I crouched down behind a wall of flowers, studying their table, trying to choose the best direction for "attack".

I dropped to all fours and crawled as nonchalantly as I could, mind you, towards their table.

Swiftly I took off across the floor, praying number one, no one would notice Paula Abdul crawling along the floor of a restaurant and number two, there were no cameras around.

I stopped beside a table for two, gasping for breath as I had made it, unnoticed, across the floor to the other side of the room.

The couple at the table looked down at me.

"Um, hi." I smiled up at them weakly. "I dropped a..uh, diamond, out of my ring, here," I said, holding up my hand to display the rings on my hand briefly before returning it to the floor.

"Oh, well, let me help you look for it," the lady offered, bending over.

"No!" I exclaimed, my voice a much higher pitch than I had intended.

I cleared my throat.

"No. I don’t want to..uh, disturb your…dinner. Just, forget I was ever here," I said, dropping my head so that a curtain of hair covered my face.

I didn’t need them to realize who I was.

That would just ruin the whole scheme.

Offering a meek word of thanks, I crawled away slowly, hoping not to catch the attention of any more diners.

"Good luck!!" the lady practically shouted after me.

I dropped to the floor, crouching as low as possible.

Hoping to become one with the floor.

Maybe no one heard her, maybe no one sees me, I prayed, squeezing my eyes shut as if me not being able to see them would also stop them from being able to see me.

When I opened my eyes again I was relieved to discover that everyone was going along their meals as usual.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Oh, the things I go through to prove this man a lesson, I thought with a grin.

Now, here comes the hard part, I noted.

I had to, somehow, crawl over to the table and get underneath it without anyone noticing.

Taking a deep breath I visualized my target and sat back, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

As if luck were on my side the waiter appeared at the table to take their orders, distracting them and causing them to look in the opposite direction of where I was.

Swiftly I crawled over to their table and slid under it, the tablecloth concealing me from onlookers.

Score one for Paula, I thought with a smile.

"So, Randy, Simon," I heard Mike begin. "Let’s get down to business."

Yes, let’s, I thought, carefully crawling over to Simon, doing my best not to bump feet or legs on my way.

"We want to expand the audition cities next season. We’re considering Alaska," Gail began.

I smirked as I carefully reached up, grasping Simon’s zipper and tugging it down.

He jumped, slamming his knee into the table.

I paused and bit my lip, choking back a giggle.

Simon cleared his throat.

"Wow, Alaska? That sounds…cold."

"Well, we were wanting to reach out to the more rural areas of the United States," Mike continued.

"And Alaska is rural?" I heard Randy ask.

"Alaska is exotic," Gail offered. "But other more rural cities on the agenda are places like St. Louis and Cleveland."

Softly I reached up, and cupped Simon’s cock through the coarse material of his jeans, stroking it up and down tenderly.

He tensed, softly kicking at me in an attempt to make me quit.

But, unfortunately for him, to no avail.

Ha.

I stifled another giggle as I pulled his zipped down the rest of the way and undid the button on his jeans.

Tenderly I pulled his still flaccid cock out of the confines of his trousers, stroking it gently.

I could feel him almost instantly growing hard beneath my touch.

Puckering my lips to form a small "O", I blew a stream of cool air onto the head of his cock, then opened my lips wider, puffing short, hot breaths of air onto his flesh.

I saw his cock physically jump as his erection grew harder before my eyes.

I practically salivated as I licked my palm then made a fist around his cock, slowly rubbing up and down, massaging the head with my thumb.

I heard Simon clear his throat again.

"Uh, what was that?" he asked as he realized a question had been directed at him.

With a sly grin I took him fully into my mouth, deep throating his rock hard erection.

I noticed his hands on his thighs rubbing up and down in a rapid motion.

"Simon, are you okay?" I heard Gail ask, concerned. "You’re looking a little flushed."

"F-fine. I’m fine," he answered feebly.

Devilishly I began blowing him, my cheeks hollowing as I sucked him back in fully.

Up and down, up and down, doing my best not to bump my head on the table in the process.

I heard a muffled "What happened to Ms. Abdul?" above me.

I froze.

"Yeah, where is she?" I heard Randy ask. "Maybe we should have her paged-"

"No," Simon interrupted. "I- I’m sure she’s fine. You know how women can be."

"Oh, well, if you’re sure," Mike said. "I feel a little guilty, her missing out on our discussion-"

"-Oh, I’m sure she doesn’t mind," Simon argued weakly.

In response to that, I sucked him harder, clenching my fist around the base of his shaft as I moved it up and down in synchronized motions with my mouth.

I used my other hand to hold his hips in place, helping him not to thrust into my mouth.

I was barely even aware of the ache in my jaws as I sucked him harder and harder, attempting to bring him to climax as fast as I possibly could.

I sucked him down my throat deeply as my fist still pumped him at the base and an instant later I felt him empty himself into my mouth, his warm semen trickling down the back of my throat.

I swallowed it with one long gulp, instantly releasing his cock from my mouth as it began to return to its flaccid state.

Using my dry hand I cleaned him up the best I could and tucked him back in his jeans, glancing underneath the tablecloth, searching for my best escape option.

When I felt the coast was clear I crawled in the same direction I came, re-assuming my James Bond role as I ducked behind table after table, gaining distance between myself and the group.

When I reached what I felt was a safe refuge, I stood up, quickly smoothing my clothes and running my fingers through my hair.

Holding my head up high, feigning confidence and normalcy, I walked back towards our table.

"Find your diamond?" I heard a woman shout.

I jumped, startled, and whirled around to face the couple’s table I had been crouched next to earlier.

"What dia-," I began.

Then I remembered.

"Oooh, uh, yep, found it!" I said, holding up my hand quickly before walking away as fast as I could.

As I neared our table, I leaned down to Simon, quickly whispering in his ear

"See if you can call THAT sweet but forgettable."

I glanced at him over my shoulder, wanting to see the look on his face.

His expression was nothing sort of shock.

Then surprise.

Then he almost looked impressed as it finally clicked.

I giggled.

Priceless.

"Sorry about that, gentlemen," I said, flashing the table a winning smile. "You wouldn’t believe how long the lines were for the restroom!"
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