The roar of the crowd was still ringing in Mika's ears as she stepped backstage, her chest heaving from the exertion of her performance. She was dripping with sweat, her white and black semi-dress sticking to her skin and leaving little to the imagination. She could feel the eyes of the crew on her as she made her way to her dressing room, her long, wavy black hair sticking to her face and her big, sparkling blue eyes shining with excitement.
John, Mika's producer and long-time lover, was waiting for her just inside the door. He leaned against the wall, his rugged, unshaven face breaking into a grin as he took in Mika's post-performance glow.
"You were amazing out there," he said, his voice low and rough.
Mika rolled her eyes playfully, a smirk on her face. "You're not here to gawk, are you?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
John chuckled and pushed himself away from the wall, approaching Mika with a confident stride. "I'm here for business," he said, his voice low and husky.
Mika raised an eyebrow, a challenge in her eyes. "Business? Is that what you call it now?"
John grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know what I'm talking about," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Mika's heart skipped a beat as John's hands began to wander, his fingers tracing patterns on her sweat-slicked skin. She tried to protest, but her words were lost as John's lips found hers, his tongue delving deep into her mouth.
John's hands were everywhere, his fingers tangled in Mika's hair, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Mika moaned, her body responding to John's touch despite her best efforts to resist.
"We can't do this here," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
John chuckled, his lips brushing against Mika's ear. "Why not? You're used to it by now," he said, his voice teasing.
Mika couldn't deny it. She had been having sex with John after every performance for months now. It had become a routine, a part of her life that she couldn't imagine living without. She knew she shouldn't let herself get caught up in it, but she couldn't help herself. Not when John looked at her like that.
With a sigh, Mika gave in to John's advances. She knew she couldn't resist him, not when he was looking at her with that hungry, desperate look in his eyes. She let herself be pulled down onto the nearby couch, her body sinking into the soft cushions as John climbed on top of her.
John's hands were all over her, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin, his thumbs brushing against her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. Mika moaned, her body responding to John's touch despite her best efforts to resist.
John's fingers found their way under Mika's dress, his thumb brushing against her clit. Mika gasped, her body arching off the couch as John's fingers found their way inside of her. She was already wet, ready for him.
John thrust into Mika, his pace quick and urgent. Mika wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. She couldn't get enough of him, not after a performance like that.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. Mika clung to John, her nails digging into his back as she rode out her orgasm. John followed soon after, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside of her.
They lay there, panting and spent, for a few moments before John pulled away. Mika sighed, her body already missing the warmth of John's body.
"We should get dressed," John said, his voice soft.
Mika nodded, pushing herself up from the couch. She knew he was right, but she couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. She knew she would miss John's touch, his warmth, his body. But she also knew that the show must go on.
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