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Recorded Contact

By MesmerEyes

Shania Twain walked confidently into the recording studio, with any luck this would be the last day of recording for the new album. As much as she liked singing Shania needed an audience to give her the buzz that made her performance sizzle. Shania swapped jokes with the backing group and took some good natured ribbing from the musicians as she crossed over to the soundproof booth that would be her home for the next few hours. Shania perched herself on the stool and put on the headphones. The producer in the booth waved at her, she gave him the thumbs up and waited for the music to start. The familiar sounds of her next single filled her ears, she started to move with the rhythm, closed her eyes and began to sing. Less than five bars in the music stopped and the producer's voice filled her ears.

"Shania Honey, this is an upbeat song. You gotta make an effort. You gotta sell it."

Rather than argue Shania smiled sweetly and waved him on. The music began again.

Two hours later they had made very little progress, Shania was tired and becoming angry. She could not for the life of her see what the producer was after. No matter how she sang it he was never satisfied. Shania knew deep down that the best track had already been laid and the producer was shooting for rainbows.

Lunchtime came and went and the pitcher of water in Shania's booth was filled and refilled and still even after successfully recording all of the song, the producer still seemed unhappy with the intro.

Look Shania honey let's call it a day. We'll have a play with this tomorrow and see what we can salvage and maybe call you in the afternoon.

"Tomorrow is positively the last time I am working on this song and that is final."

"The producer looked at his assistant and shrugged, the lights in the booth went out and Shania knew they were finished for the day.

"Damn"

Shania had been convinced that this would be the last day of recording and now she would have to come back tomorrow. The singers and musicians had left hours ago. Their tracks done and dusted before lunch. Shania walked through the semi darkness towards the exit door. Just as she was about to leave she felt a cough behind her.

"Oh hi Stan, your boss was a real bastard today."

"Sorry Miss Twain, I guess he's just a perfectionist."

"Doesn't mean he has to act like an asshole though."

"Guess not."

"Goodnight Stan"

"Miss Twain can I ask you something?"

"No autographs Stan."

"No Miss Twain it's about the track today."

"What about it Stan."

"I think I know where it's going wrong. I can fix it."

"Tell me tomorrow Stan."

"If it works you can forget coming in tomorrow."

Shania turned and looked at him.

"Stan if you're right I'll kiss you."

Stan blushed.

"Go back into the booth Miss Twain, there's a track I'd like you to listen to."

"This isn't just a ruse to get me to listen to some crappy ballad by one of you friends is it Stan?"

"Oh no Miss Twain. I just think if you listen to this track you'll know what you have to do."

"Fair enough Stan. Nothing ventured. Nothing gained."

Shania walked across the deserted studio to her booth while Stan with a huge grin on his face made his way to the control room. When Stan switched on the light in the control room he could see Shania sat on her stool already wearing the headphones. Stan's smile grew larger as did the bulge in his pants. The woman in the booth had given him many sleepless nights. Looking at the object of his desires every day was hard and all he could do was look.

"Are you ready Miss Twain?"

He saw her nod as she spoke.

"Ready when you are Stan."

"This isn't like your normal stuff Miss Twain, just listen carefully and give it a chance."

"Whatever you say Stan."

Stan hoped these words would prove prophetic. He inserted the tape and pressed the play button.

Shania listened to the music as it slowly began to build, it was pleasant and deep down the melody was well structured and satisfying. Stan was right it was nothing like her normal type of music. Shania listened carefully and began to gently hum, her musical ear picking up the melody and playing with it. She was sure that given the chance she could do something with this tune. But Shania was unable to see how this could help her avoid a repeat of today's recording. Still she was glad she had listened to Stan, she was really getting to like this music. In fact Shania realized with a shock it was actually making her horny, Shania closed her eyes and let herself go with the flow. Strange lyrics began to pop into her mind and without realizing it she began to repeat them. Stan listened eagerly and waited.

"I love to love. I love to love."

"Who do I love to love? Who do I love to love?"

"I love to Obey. I love to Obey."

"Who do I love to obey? Who do I love to obey?"

"I need to love"

"I need to obey"

"Who do I need to obey?"

"I must love."

"I must obey."

"Who must I obey?"

Stan moved a dial and faded the music slightly, then moving another dial he began to speak.

"Do you have questions Shania?"

"Yes."

"Do you want answers?"

"Yes."

"Then ask them Shania."

Shania's voice had a far away quality and Stan knew that his plan was working soon the beautiful singing star would be his.

"Who must I love?"

"You must love me."

"Who must I obey?"

"You must obey me."

"Who are you?"

"I am your Master Shania."

"Who am I?"

"You are my slave Shania."

There was silence. Stan waited for the information to sink in and then began to speak again.

"Do you know who I am Shania?"

"You are my Master."

"And who are you Shania?"

"I am your slave. Master."

"Wait there for me Shania."

"Yes Master."

Stan took the tape from the deck and placed it in his pocket. Switching the lights off he went to collect his prize.

"Hello Shania."

"Master."

"Remove the headphones and come to me."

Shania removed the headphones and stood before him.

"When I touch your shoulder you will wake up. You will still be my slave and this will make you very happy, but it will be our little secret Shania. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master."

Stan touched her shoulder and Shania's eyes and face sprang to life. Shania leant forward and kissed Stan deeply. Stan knew that tonight time was running out so after allowing himself a little pleasure, he pulled her away.

"Not tonight Shania. You have to return home, you husband is no doubt expecting you. We'll talk tomorrow and decide how we're going to move this thing on. Remember now, this is our little secret."

"Yes Master I'll remember."

Shania giggled and gave him a conspiratorial wink before getting behind the wheel of her sports car. Stan leant over and kissed her again and then watched her drive off into the distance, her long black hair trailing behind her. Stan unlocked the door to his pickup and jumped in. One thing was for certain Shania was getting a new producer and would be spending a lot more time on the road away from her husband. Sharing her was OK he could live with that, but only if he had the lion's share. Hell maybe he'd loan her to husband once a month, that won't impress him much. Laughing Stan drove down the road after her.

 

 

THE END

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