Date: Wed, 15 Sep 1999 10:18:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chase Donovon <chase_donovon@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pop Star 3

   ***Note: This story is completely fictional. I've
never met any of the real life versions of any of the
people mentioned, so I can't honestly speculate on
their sexualities, but the events I'm portraying all
come from my mind and nowhere else.

   ******I've decided to take Pop Star in a different
direction that I'd originally intended. It's not going
to be about Chase sleeping with a different hot celeb
in each chapter. There will still be sex, of course,
but it's going to be a little more serious. I have a
long-term plan in mind and I hope you'll let me know
if you think I should continue with this direction or
if it's not something you'd want to read. Write to
chase_donovon@yahoo.com


     I slowly raised the coffee cup to my lips,
focusing all my attention on that one simple act. How
the faded blue mug felt smooth against my lips. How
the coffee rushed into my mouth, bringing it's bitter
taste with it. How it was just hot enough to drink
without burning my mouth.
     Here I was, Chase Donovon, a Pop Superstar
waiting to happen, according to 'my people', and all I
cared about in the world was a cup of coffee. A simple
cup of coffee, something that was just what it seemed
to be. There were no hidden complications in a cup of
coffee, right?
     I sighed and put down the cup. As much as I tried
to keep my attention focused on something so mundane,
it wasn't working.
     "What the hell is wrong with me?" I asked myself
out loud.
     "Other than the fact that you talk to yourself?"
I jumped at the unexpected voice and turned around
quickly. Too quickly, as it turned out, because my
hand knocked over the coffee cup, spilling it's
contents on my lap.
     "Fuck!" I gasped as I leapt up from the chair I'd
been sitting in, sending it flying over backwards. The
coffee may not have been hot enough to burn my mouth,
but it sure didn't feel very good splashed across the
front of my pants.
     "Oh, God, I'm sorry! Take them off, quick!" the
voice called out frantically from behind me. I was
already one step ahead, though, and my soiled pants
hit the floor almost at the same instant.
     For a few moments I stood there in my
boxer-briefs, slightly bent over as I checked my legs
for burns. They were a little red, but it was nothing
too serious.
     "Are you okay?" I quickly stood back to my full
height and turned around as the fact that there was
someone else in the room finally registered now that
my spilt coffee dance had been completed.
     "No thanks to you!" I snapped. Then my eyes took
in the person before me for the first time. He was a
good looking guy with dark blonde hair which was
combed into a fringe along his forehead. He was
dressed in baggy pants and a sweatshirt, but even
through all of those layers of clothing you could tell
that this was a guy who kept himself in perfect shape.
What most struck me, though, were his eyes. They were
incredibly beautiful. At the moment, though, they were
filled with worry.
     "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you like that.
I wasn't thinking," There was a slight southern accent
to his voice, which was almost melodic.
     "No, I'm sorry. It was my own klutzy fault, not
yours," I smiled. What can I say, he was a good
looking guy! I could forgive a guy who looked like him
almost anything.
     "Well, you wouldn't have been a klutz if I hadn't
surprised you like that. I'm sorry. Um, do you have
anything else you can change into?" A slight smile
crossed his face as his eyes dropped downwards to take
in my bare legs.
     "No, not with me. I'll just have to wait for my
pants to dry," I sighed.
     "They'll be stained."
     "Yeah. Well, I guess everyone will know I'm a
spaz, right?" I smiled and felt my heart beat a little
faster in my chest when my mystery companion smiled
back. His smile was both sweet and mischevious, as if
he liked you a lot but was about to pull a prank on
you. It was also incredibly sexy.
     "Do you work here?" he asked.
     "You could say that, yeah. I've been recording my
debut album here. It's pretty much finished, though.
The first single went to the radio stations
yesterday," I explained, feeling a little overwhelmed
once again. I always felt like that whenever I thought
about the amazing turn of events in my life. I still
worried that I'd wake up at any second and find out
that it had all been a dream.
     "Really? Let me guess. Um... Hip Hop?
Alternative?" His smile was at full force and he was
obviously teasing me. "Wait a minute, I know! Country!
Where's your cowboy hat?"
     "I don't think a cowboy hat and boxer-briefs is
the fashion statement I want to make at this stage of
my career," I smiled.
     "Hmm, so you're not country then. I guess Garth
Brooks can breath easy for now," another heart melting
grin.
     "Funny. You'd think that since I'm standing here
in nothing more than my underwear and the front of my
pants look like I wet myself you'd have plenty of
things to make fun of besides my career," I said.
     "Give me time, I thought I'd work myself around
to it! Seriously, though, let me guess. The male
version of Britney Spears?"
     "Ouch! Now that one hurt," I grinned. "Officially
I'm being called many things. I think I've heard every
hopeful moniker from 'The non-Latin Ricky Martin' to
'A Backstreet Boy meets Elton John' to my favorite so
far 'Madonna 15 years ago if Madonna had been a Man'.
So you can take your pick."
     "Don't you love those PR machines? They could
make an axe murdered sound like the next Pope."
     "Yeah. Well, you've seen me in my underwear.
Don't you think I should at least get your name?" I
asked, smiling.
     "Oh," there was an unmistakable look of surprise
on his face that told me that he'd assumed I'd known
all along just who he was. "It's Bond. James Bond."
     "Okay. Fine. I'm Powers. Austin Powers," I
laughed as I picked up my pants and felt the stain on
the front. It wasn't dry, but it had cooled down. I
turned a little and bent down to pull them back on.
     "Oh, Be-have!" 'James Bond' called out in a
lukewarm Austin Powers impression and I realized that
I was giving him quite a view of my ass. Laughing, I
quickly pulled on the soggy khakis and turned back
around.
     "So, did you spill coffee on yourself or were you
just really happy to see me?" he asked, grinning as he
looked down at the stain.
     "Guess. Listen, I've got some stuff to finish.
They're probably waiting for me now. Do I get to know
your real name?"
     "I told you my name. You can call me 007 for
short, though, if James is too hard to remember."
     "All right, 007, if that's the way you want it."
     "Yeah, I want it that way," he said, an odd look
on his face. I stared at him for a moment, wondering
why he was trying so hard not to laugh. Had I said
something funny?
     "O-kay. See you around then. I'd say it was nice
meeting you, but-" I gestured towards my pants and
left the room with a smile.
     The smile stayed on my face for a few minutes as
I made my way back to the recording studio that had
been my home-away-from-hotel for several weeks. It
faded, though, when my mind went back to the problems
that i'd been trying to avoid thinking about before
I'd been interrupted.
     Ever since the night I'd slept with Jordan
Knight, my life had been very different. Or, rather,
my perspective on my life had changed. In the
immediate afterglow I'd been elated. What sane person
wouldn't be after having great sex with a celebrity?
But the morning after had brought a surprising amount
of guilt.
     A phone call from Jordan woke me up that morning.
He'd just called to talk and to make sure I'd had a
good time the night before. The very sound of his
voice had told me that I'd made a big mistake and he'd
soon confirmed it by asking me if there was any way I
could see him again before he left that night to
continue his tour.
     "No, Jordan, I'm sorry. I'm just swamped with
things that have to be done. Maybe next time you're in
town, though."
     "Listen, do you think you could maybe meet me
somewhere during the tour? When you've got more free
time?"
     What could I say to that? I'd had to make it
clear that I wasn't interested. That while it had been
a lot of fun, I wasn't interested in anything beyond
what we'd already shared. I could tell, though, that
Jordan had been hurt by my bluntness, and I hadn't
heard from him since.
     Not that I wanted to hear from him. But the whole
situation had made me feel awful about myself and who
I was. I'd never been in a serious relationship with
anyone. It was always about sex. Is that who I wanted
to be?
     "Chase! What happened? Never mind, we've got to
get moving if you're going to finish today. You've got
the video shoot tomorrow," a voice brought me out of
my reverie once again, only this time it belonged to
one of the suits in charge of something or other. I
let him lead me into the studio and turned my mind
away from everything but the music.

     The sun was already setting as I made my way back
to my car. I'd spent the entire day indoors, something
that always made me feel like the day had been wasted.
Worse, the next day would be more of the same. I'd be
shooting the video for my first single.
     I was soon back 'home' in my hotel room. I
collapsed down on the sofa and turned on the
television. As I flipped through the channels, my mind
was on James Bond. Who was he really? Would I see him
again? I hoped so. Good looking, funny, intelligent.
He was someone I could see myself wanting to know
better.
     "Sex on the brain. That's my problem," I smiled
to myself. But besides the physical attraction I felt
for 007, there was something else. Part of me wanted
to really know him, to find out everything I could
about his life, about his likes and dislikes, what
made him sad, what made him happy.
     "Great. I'm turning into a lovesick teenager," I
muttered to myself as I finally settled on MTV and
went across the room to the telephone.
     "Hi, this is room 412. I'd like to order room
service please," I said, flipping through the little
menu they provided with the room. "Um, let's see. I'll
have-"
     "Up next, we have the Backstreet Boys with 'I
Want it That Way'. Enjoy!"
     "-Could you hold on a second? I have to turn down
the TV." I put the phone down and grabbed the remote.
I was just clicking the mute button when I saw
something that froze me in place.
                     'You are my fire
                     The one desire
                     Believe when I say
                     That I want it that way'
     I walked slowly around the sofa and sat back
down, my eyes glued to the screen and the room service
operator completely forgotten.
     "Oh, my God. He's a Backstreet Boy!" There he
was, my mysterious 007, on MTV.

  ****I know this is just the begining, really, but if
you like this new direction let me know!