Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2001 18:53:51 EST
From: Maxus56@go.com
Subject: Seduction of the Mind 1

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and not intended to imply anything about
the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned.

         His eyes flew open and he sat upright in the bed.  Once again he
had woken in the middle of the night after only a few hours of sleep.  In
the 8 years he hasn't once slept the entire night without awakening, and
this night was no different.  He swung is muscular legs from under the
sheets and off the bed.  He sat on the edge and placed his head in his
hands.  His mind was racked with many troubles as he sat on the edge of the
bed and thought.  He quickly stood and walked across the room in his hotel
room, shaking the sleep from his body as he went.  He a pair of black
boxers and a black cotton tank-top He strode slowly to the bathroom and
wiped the sweat from his body removing his shirt.  As he finished wiping
away all the sweat he placed his hands on the counter and looked forward
into the mirror.  "What's wrong with me?"
    What was wrong with him???  He gazed into the mirror and saw the
olympic worthy body he worked so hard at, the hair that attracted people
from a distance and he saw the pathetic excuse for a life he had.
"Pathetic...that what's wrong I'm pathetic"
    He looked again across his well sculpted chest down to his chiseled abs
and back to his face.  To him it was a normal face....he saw nothing in it
worthy of anything more than common behavior.  Yet.....that's not what he
received.  His face kept him famous, kept him rich and kept people eating
out of his hand and kissing his ass.  Most of him loved all that attention
and treatment but part of him despised it.  But today was another day today
and he might aswell start now.
    He returned to his bedroom and put his tank-top back on as he walked
from that room to the living room area.  He stood on a wall and began to
stretch.  After a few minutes of this, he began his workout, a strenuous
amount of pushups, crunches, curls, leg lifts and other calisthenics.
About 40 minutes later he had worked up a good sweat and walked slowly to
the shower.  20 minutes later he exited the bathroom with a cloud of steam
trailing behind him.  He walked into the room and immediately let out a
yell as he stubbed his toe on the dresser at the front of the room.  He
reached for the light switch with one hand while holding his foot with the
other.  That was another odd thing about him he tended to move about his
room in the dark for a while before turning on any lights.
    His trip to the bathroom had robbed him of his night vision.
    A few hours later after watching TV, playstation2 and eating a huge
breakfast.
    He exited his hotel room wearing a tight black tanktop that clung to
his body in all the right places, baggy black jeans that hung of his hips
just right and a pair of black timberland boots.  It seemed black would fit
his mood for the day.  On his face a pair of trim dark sunglasses.  He
walked from the hotel with a backpack on his shoulder and entered a waiting
cab.  "Airport driver."
    Twenty minutes later he exited the cab paying the driver and giving a
more than generous tip.  He walked throw the airport and straight over to
the desk he would pick up his tickets and pass as quickly as possible he
could feel the eyes of a few people gathering slowly. He got up to the desk
and gave the lady his name and presented his ID.
    The lady quickly looked up after entering it in the computer and
grabbed his ID.
    She looked at the ID and then back to the computer, she quickly looked
back at him and stared for a moment.  "Um....do you mind if I have my
ticket now." he asked slowly but firmly.  "oh yes I'm sorry sir..." she
replied while waving her hand in the air gesturing to someone.  He didn't
need to look or ask he new she was calling for security to escort him to
the private waiting room.  Sometimes he wished they wouldn't do that for it
attracted even more attention, but this time he could tell he may need the
help of security.
    Security ushered him to the door of the private lounge.  "I'm sorry sir
but you'll be sharing the room with another group while you wait." said
what looked like the head security guard. "Ugh...um...that fine" he said as
he darted through the doors just a a girl was about to scream his name.
"OOOMMYY GOD IT's......"
    He came to a sudden halt as he crashed into something, he struggled for
balance but the other object was as well and pulled him in that direction.
    "Shit"
    He landed on top of the object which by the grunt he could tell was a
person.  His hair feel over the left side of his face and onto the cheek of
the person he was laying on.
    "Justin...what's was that sound" said a tall dark haired figure coming
around the corner.
    He looked up at the figure recognizing him instantly.  He head darted
back down to the person he was laying on.  " Hey Justin, nice to see you
again...."  As he spoke his lips were purposely inches away from the young
singers.  He stood and pulled Justin to his feet.
    He strode over to JC and shook his hand and preceded into the room to
great the others.