"Alright, one more time but more emphasis at the end!" Sighing under your breath, you nod at Bon and reset the backing track, signaling to the poor girl in the recording booth that you're starting over. It's been five hours sitting in this same chair at the studio, and all the lights on the panel in front of you are starting to blur together. You can't even imagine how exhausted the aspiring idol must be after a few dozen takes. As the pop song begins playing for the umpteenth time, you watch Bon in the reflection off the glass, bouncing along to the music behind you. "Yeah, this is the one! I can feel it!" she cheers, running up behind you and leaning over, "What if we just..." You freeze immediately as Bon reaches over your shoulder to fiddle with the soundboard, her soft breasts pressed firmly against the back of your neck and threatening to swallow your head. With her body so close to yours, you can smell her perfume as she fiddles with t
