Country Girls & Dirty Secrets

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This story is a work of fiction. It is intended for entertainment purposes only and is not affiliated with, endorsed by, or representative of any real individuals, including the public figures mentioned. Any resemblance to real events, actions, or personalities is purely coincidental. The depictions of real people are entirely fictional and do not reflect their actual behavior, beliefs, or personal lives.

Vol. 15- LAINEY WILSON

I thought about reaching out, either extending an olive branch to Lainey Wilson, or talking to a mutual friend to see if I could figure out what happened and why she didn't want me around for the big Opry Christmas show.

Instead, I didn't do a thing, figuring it was just one of those things that happened in the music industry. My managers at the Opry were able to work out a deal with Lainey's management team so that I could still work the show, but they would assign another audio engineer to assist her and when she was singing, I would be helping out elsewhere.

The day of the show, it was below freezing and snowing. I showed up early to the Grand Ole Opry building, ready to help plow the parking lot and shovel the sidewalks and walkways around it. Sound check that day was crazy, with around twenty different artists performing during the show. True to our word, Opry management kept one audio engineer right with Lainey when she came on for her check, and I went off to do something else.

I did see Lainey a few times during the day but always avoided her, not wanting to upset anybody or cause a fight.

Unfortunately, there was one other artist I was trying to avoid that day, although I hadn't been told to. Carly Pearce was also in the building, acting like she didn't know me any time we happened to get close to each other.

I was sitting in the greenroom, talking with Maggie Baugh when Carly and Lainey walked in. Carly took one look at me, whispered something to Lainey, and they both walked out, ignoring Maddie as she tried to say hi to them.

"That was weird," she commented and I agreed with her.

Right before the show started, I had another awkward moment, as I was hooking somebody up to their pack and Lainey walked, standing close by me. I quickly finished what I was doing and made my exit, walking around the corner to help someone else.

The show was going to be just over four hours long, with about half of it shown on television. The opening number featured about half of the artists performing that night. As the vast majority came off the stage, I was there if they needed anything, but most didn't. I did see Lainey and turned to walk away from her, although I was pretty sure she was looking my direction.

About half an hour in, I was sitting at the soundboard, happy that everything was running smoothly. Vince Gill was on the stage, singing a rendition of "Rudolph," with the crowd singing along. Towards the end of the song, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and somebody leaning down to my ear. "Come here," a female voice said.

I turned in my chair and my jaw dropped when I saw the familiar green faux leather jumpsuit and long blonde hair that Lainey had been sporting all day. I almost asked if she knew who I was when she turned, a look on her face that could've killed, and she whispered, "Now, Cole."

As she turned away again, I jumped out of my chair and walked to the door. I looked both ways to make sure nobody else was there, only seeing Lainey already walking to the dressing rooms, and took off following her. I kept my head down, so that if anybody did see us, they hopefully wouldn't think I was following her. But, it was nearly impossible to keep my eyes off her body.

Lainey's green leather jumpsuit clung to her like a second skin, showing off every curve of her hips and ass. The strapless top hugged her chest tight, silver fringe swaying with every step and catching the light like sparks. Her boots thudded softly against the floor, giving her just enough extra height to make her presence impossible to ignore. Her long, loose curls tumbled down her back, brushing over the smooth leather as she walked.

She turned into a dressing room and shut the door behind me after I entered. Standing in front of me, almost a foot shorter than me, she said, "What's going on? Why are you ignoring me?"

"Huh?" I asked back, totally confused. "I was told to."

"You were told to ignore me? The hell? By who? Why would I want the best audio guy to ignore me? I've been looking forward to working with you and I've been given the cold shoulder all day. Is it because I was with Carly?"

"What? Carly? No, it has nothing to do with her," I answered.

"Then what? Worried about your reputation? What will happen to your fuckboy image if I turned you down?" She accused me, looking me up and down.

"Of course not. Somebody from your team told my managers to keep me away from you. Hell, they had to fight even to get me here tonight since your team said you didn't even want me in the building," I told her.

"I didn't want you in the building? The hell? Why wouldn't I...oh shit, Cole," she said, her face going from anger to a soft realization of what had happened. She turned around, taking a couple steps away, and laughed as she put her hands on her face. "Those fucks. I knew they would do this."

"Do what? Who?" I asked, now really confused.

"My fucking managers. Ever since I've been engaged, they've been doing shit like this. They say it's for my protection. So rumors don't spread. I'm tired of it," she said, turning back to face me.

"I'm sorry?" I said, unsure of how to respond.

"It's not your fault. Well, I guess it kinda is. You do have quite the reputation for sleeping around. And, a year ago, I probably had the same reputation and we definitely would have fucked," she now confessed to me.

"So, your management team is just looking out for you, making sure you don't fall into your old ways," I said, finally understanding what was going on.

"Exactly," she said, stepping closer to me. "We've talked about it numerous times. They don't seem to think that I can decide for myself."

"Sounds like maybe you need a manager that trusts you," I said, feeling a new kind of tension growing in the room.

"Yeah, maybe. But, then I'd go and do something like this and ruin it," she said, one hand reaching up and one hand reaching down.

Before I could ask what she was talking about, she put one hand on the back of my head and pulled me down until our lips met. As we started to kiss, her other hand grabbed my jeans, undoing my belt and unzipping them, slipping her hand inside my boxers as our lips parted and our tongues swirled together.

My cock instantly grew at her touch as she wrapped her hand around my shaft and pulled it out of my boxers. She rubbed it up and down, moaning into my mouth, as I put my hands on her hips, moving one around to her ass and giving it a squeeze, becoming the envy of every fan of hers.

She ended the kiss and sunk down to her knees, tossing her cowboy hat off head before sticking out her tongue and flicking it against the hard, thick, long cock now in front of her face. She slowly wrapped her lips around my tip and started to move her mouth up and down, while never breaking eye contact with me. I moaned at her touch, as her hand continued to stroke my shaft.

Lainey's lips felt soft around my shaft as she took me farther and deeper into her mouth with every downward movement. With her mouth full, she used one hand to move her long silver necklace to the side and tugged the top of her jumpsuit down just enough to free her breasts, her nipples already tight from arousal. From where I stood, I had the perfect view...her lips around my cock and her soft, full curves, her flushed peaks swaying slightly with each movement.

I went to put my hand on the back of her head, but she briefly took me out of her mouth to say, "Don't mess up my hair, I still gotta sing. You can mess it up later when you fuck me."

She went back to blowing me as my thoughts instantly turned to what she said. As her lips glided up and down my cock, I could feel my orgasm building up, and warned her that it was coming. Lainey's hazel-colored eyes looked up at me as she left her mouth at my tip, her tongue swirling around it, and her hand furiously worked my shaft, moving up and down, begging me to finish.

"Oh fuck, Lainey, here I come!"

As my orgasm hit, Lainey moved her lips an inch down my shaft, wrapping them tightly around it to make sure my cum didn't spill out as her hand pumped stream after stream into her throat. I couldn't resist, and put my hand on her head, holding her still as I slowly moved my hips back and forth, sending the last of my cum down her throat.

When I was done, I moved my hand off her head, and gave her a hand up. She licked her lips as she pulled her top back up, adjusting it to cover her breasts completely. After I got myself put back together, we left the dressing room together and walked back to the stage. Upon arriving there, I saw Carly as she waited to go on stage, and thought running as she looked from me to Lainey and back again. She took in a deep breath as Lainey asked if she was OK and I walked back into the sound booth, not hearing Carly's answer.

An hour later, as Lainey was getting ready to go backstage, I was double checking the pack on her waist when she whispered over her shoulder, "I'm serious about tonight, by the way. I expect my hair to get pretty messed up."

"I'll do more than mess up your hair," I whispered back.

"Good," she replied before walking back onto the stage.

Towards the end of the show, with only a few songs remaining, I left the sound booth and walked to the side of the stage. As I watch a couple different artists singing, I turned suddenly and about ran into Carly, who was getting ready to go onto stage.

"Oh, sorry, Carly, didn't mean to run into you," I said, stepping out of her way.

She didn't respond for a second, just nodding her head. Before I walked away, she asked, "You and Lainey?"

I shrugged before responding, "Just helping her with something."

"I miss you helping me out with somethings," she quietly remarked before stepping onto the stage.

After the show ended, I stuck around to help with the clean up, saying goodbye to both the stage crew and to artists as they were leaving. I could hear a party going on in one of the dressing rooms, which was nothing new, especially when you got a bunch of musicians together who don't see each other that often. I had no idea who all had stayed behind and was in there, but did see a good amount of booze going in there and loud music playing.

I hadn't seen or heard from Lainey, figured she was just messing around, and was ready to head home when I heard her calling my name.

"Where have you been? You're missing the after party!" she said as she came up to me, obviously a little tipsy and with a long neck bottle still in her hand.

I laughed and said, "I've learned over the years that unless I'm invited in, I don't enter dressing rooms, before or after shows."

"Yeah? And why is that?"

"Just not a good idea. Not famous enough, I guess," I told her as I watched her take another drink.

"What if I told you there's somebody in there, very drunk, and they won't stop talking about you?" she asked as she leaned up against the wall of the hallway we were in.

I shrugged and said, "Maybe instead of just talking about me, they should come find me."

"From the sounds of it, they want to, but feel like they can't. So, I did instead," she said, scooting closer to me.

"Is this a good idea in your state?"

"What? Getting fucked by that big cock of yours? Sounds like a fucking amazing idea. You have no idea how horny I've been since that blowjob. Do you know how hard it is to sing about Santa when your pussy is soaking your undies?" Lainey said with a laugh as I closed my eyes, chuckled, and shook my head.

"Probably as hard as it was for me to not grab your ass when I wss clipping your monitor in," I responded.

"Well, let's go find a room and let you grab it some more," she said, standing up, finishing her beer, and walking away, my eyes already glued to her butt.

I wasn't sure where she was heading but before she got too far, I put my hands on her hips, stopped her from walking, and leaned down to kiss her neck. Lainey moaned as my lips touched her skin and pushed her butt back into my groin, slowly grinding it from side-to-side.

I moved one hand down to her butt and squeezed her cheek, pushing my groin into her at the same time. "I couldn't wait,' I whispered in her ear as she turned her face towards me. Our lips came into contact as I turned her body around, pushing her up against the wall as we passionately kissed.

I kept my hands on her hips, pinning her up on the wall, as I tasted the beer and liquor on her lips and tongue. Our tongues wrestled together as our heads twisted and turned until Lainey ended the kiss, and whispered, "You know, the stage is just around the corner."

I laughed and said, "And? It's empty. Nobody on it now."

"Just what I want," she said as she grabbed my hand and pulled me around the corner, past my sound booth, and onto the stage. We resumed kissing as Lainey's hands went to my jeans, opening them, and pulling my cock out for the second time that night.

As the kiss ended, I looked around at the Opry stage. I had been on it countless times in the last decade but not like this. Holiday lights still glowed along the edge, casting a soft shimmer on Lainey as she knelt in front of me. Red bows clung to mic stands, guitars rested where they'd been left, and a faint scent of pine hung in the air. We stayed back some, but still would have been in clear view of anybody standing in the historic circle or in the audience.

As her hand wrapped around my cock again, she looked up at me, and asked, "Remember what I said about hair?"

I nodded my head as she wrapped her lips around my cock and started bobbing her head up and down my shaft. I put my hand on her hair, grabbing some of it into my fingers and tugging gently, helping to guide her back and forth. I briefly closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of her tongue and lips on my cock, and her moans sending vibrations right to my shaft.

My eyes shot open and Lainey took me out of her mouth when we heard a sound, almost like a door opening, and we rushed to get off the stage, tucking my cock away, and holding my jeans together as we went. I grabbed onto Lainey's arm and pulled her into the sound booth, shutting and locking the door behind us. I didn't turn the light on, but the soft glow coming from the stage lit us up enough as we once again started to kiss.

This time, however, it was my hands doing the work as she wrapped her arms around my waist, leaving her hands to grab my ass. Meanwhile, I brought my hands up, slid them under her necklace, and placed them on her breasts, squeezing them over and over as we made out. Her breasts couldn't have been more than a B cup in size, but I instantly fell in love with how they fit in the palm of my hand, even with her top still on.

But, that didn't stop me from hooking my fingers into the edge of her top and tugging it down, the tips of my fingers brushing across her bare breasts as I revealed them again. I ended the kiss as I cupped each of her breasts with my hands, the silver fringe strands of her long necklace dripping over them and sparkling in the soft light.

I moved my fingers to her nipples before using two of them to rub her nipples. At the same time, I started to kiss her neck, slowly moving down until I was kissing over the hump of her breast, going down to her nipple. Once there, I moved my fingers away, but left my hand to cup the underside of her breast. I stuck out my tongue, flicking it across her nipple before I sucked it into my mouth.

Lainey moaned as I continued to run my tongue around the nipple in my mouth and pinched the nipple my fingers were still on. She brought her hands up from my butt and started to run her fingers through my hair as I kissed over to the free nipple, licking and sucking on it.

I glanced up at Lainey, and saw her looking around the sound booth before looking down at me. "You need a couch in here," she moaned.

"I know where to find one," I told her, helping to pull her top back up before turning to the door. I opened it up, checked to make sure nobody was in the hallway, and grabbed Lainey's hand, and left the room with her behind me.

I could still hear the party going on down one hallway, so I went the opposite direction, pulling Lainey into the first dressing room I came to. Just like the last three places, we started to kiss, but clothes started flying off this time.

First my shirt came off, followed by my belt. Lainey managed to gently set her necklace down on a makeup table, right before I pulled the top of her jumpsuit down. Our tongues continued to swirl together as I undid the belt around her waist and the tiny zipper holding up the jumpsuit on her hips.

My pants hit the floor as Lainey's hand found my cock again. I started to push the rest of her jumpsuit down, finding a matching green seamless thong under it. She carefully stepped out of it as we walked towards the couch. "I'm so ready for you," she moaned as she pulled her lips away from mine.

We bumped into the armrest of the couch as I turned Lainey around and gently pushed her over, leaving her feet on the ground, but her upper body on the seat of the couch. I grabbed onto her thong and started to pull it down her legs, long and golden. She must have been away from Nashville, down in the Caribbean probably, with how tan they were. She stepped out of the thong, firmly planting her legs on the floor, spreading them wide, as I stood back up, kicked my boxers down to join her thong, and stepped up behind her.

I put one hand on her hip and used my other hand to rub my cock up and down her slit and over her ass before sliding my tip pass her lower lips, and moaning as I felt her pussy engulfing my shaft when I pushed inside her. My moans quieted down when hers began, spurred on as I moved my hips back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her. I softly spanked her ass a few times, pushing her forward into the couch as she attempted to push back against me.

"Oh, God yes! I've been wanting this since I saw your cock for the first time!"

"Yeah? Been thinking about it this whole time?"

"Fuck yes. Remind me to thank my manager for trying to keep us separate," she moaned, using her hands and arms to push her upper body up so her head wasn't just hanging down.

I held her still with my hands on her hips, looking down and watching as my thickness disappeared inside her fold and the skin on her ass rippled with every hard hit of my groin into hers. Over and over I went, as hard and fast as possible.

"You keep this up and they'll hear me over the music playing," she moaned loudly, tossing her head back, getting her dirty blonde hair behind it.

"Do you want to know a secret?"

"Let me guess, you don't care and you want everybody to know that you're fucking Lainey Wilson," she said as she took a few deep breaths.

"Nope. I picked this room for a reason. Best and newest couch and the walls are soundproof," I told her, spanking her ass cheeks a little harder.

"Do you know that from an experience like this?"

"Yes," I responded simply.

"I thought only the room two doors down was soundproof," she moaned.

"Do you know that from experience?"

"Yes. Now, let's really break in this couch," she said, pushing back against me until I stepped back, letting my cock fall out of her.

She pulled me around the couch, pushing me to sit down on it as she climbed onto my lap, and guided my cock back into her. She leaned in to kiss me, putting her hands on the back of the couch, and brushing her nipples on my chest. I moved my hands back down to her ass and squeezed them tightly as she started to bounce on my cock.