Lifestyles Of The Rich And Famous

Title: Lifestyles Of The Rich & Famous
Author: Elocin

Rating: R this chapter, NC-17 later on.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. This is all fiction, it's not real.

Diana's POV.

"I know all about you, you dirty little slut." He hissed at me. "You'll fuck everyone else, why not me?"

"Oh Simon, there are so many answers to that question that I barely know where to being. So why don't we talk about why you want to fuck me."

"Oh this should be good." He scoffed, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.

"You want to fuck me to try and prove to yourself that , just because you let Ryan suck you off before every show, doesn't mean that you're gay." I whispered pressing myself up against him, to give him a taste of something he can never have.

"I....that's....that's preposterous." He sputtered his face going red.

"Is it?" I enquired, raising my eyebrow. "What is it that bothers you the most? That I know that it's happening or that I know how much you enjoy it?"

"You little bitch." He growled , pushing me away from him. "You'll pay for this."

"Awwww. What are you going to do? Bad mouth me in a some more interviews and make yourself look like even more of an ass?"

He glowered at me for a moment before pushing off the wall and walking away.

"That wasn't very nice." I heard a male's voice remark from behind me.

"I haven't got a clue what you see in him Ryan." I said turning to face him.

"Neither do I." he smiled sadly. Poor Ryan, so hopelessly in love with no idea what to do about it, I hope that I'm never that pathetic.

"See you around, Ry." I said , leaving him staring depressedly into his drink.

Fucking Simon, I hate it when people treat my friends like shit. I hate it even more when someone calls me a slut. Just because I like to compartmentalize my partners does not make me a whore. It goes like this, Lust = Kelly and Carrie, Convenience = John and Jon (and occasionally if he actually feels like getting it on with a girl for a change , Clay.). Does that make me a slut? I don't think so. It's not like I go around screwing anything that moves. I happen to be very selective about who I fuck.

Okay so John, maybe not so much but I was horny and he was there. Not that he was much use, blushing and stammering through the entire experience. After he was done I ended up locking myself in the small bathroom of the tour bus and calling Kelly to finish the job properly. He never could look me in the eye after that afternoon. He was fun to tease but boring as hell in the sack.
Carrie was a surprise. I figured she'd be all virginal and innocent. I was wrong. Turns out living in a sorority has it's fringe benefits. Kelly on the other hand was a lot less experienced than I would have thought. Turned out to be the first time for both of us, though neither of us admitted it till after. Needless to say we helped each other improve.

Feeling familiar arms creep around my waist I smile. "Mmmm. Fantasia." I moan, smirking when I feel the arms withdraw.

"Relax. I'm kidding." I said turning to face an irate Kelly Clarkson. She remained unconvinced.

"Come on , you know I'd never go for her , I do have some standards." I said , cupping her cheek.

"Well , I don't know , those big lips of hers must be good for something." She smirked. Oh God, the mental pictures that conjures up.

"Thanks for that." I say in disgust, dropping my hand to her hip. Watching her shift in discomfort as she eyed the other people in the room. She has no problem coming up and grabbing me but as soon I touch her she's worried about what other people are going to think. Odd girl. "Don't worry about them, they know." Well a few of them do so it's not like I'm really lying.

"They do?" She asked in shock. God she really can be so oblivious at times.

"Uh huh. And it just makes them want us even more." I informed her, catching Carrie jealous glare from across the room and quirking an eyebrow her way. Unfortunately Kelly followed my gaze and saw Carrie's infuriated reaction.

"You're fucking her aren't you." She said flatly.

"Christ, not you too." I groaned in frustration.

"Not me too what?" She grabbed my hand before I could turn away from her.

"Nothing, it doesn't matter." God, she can be such a fucking drama queen.

"It does!" She yelled that a little too loud and now people were starting to stare. For someone who wanted to keep our little arrangement a secret she sure was good at drawing attention to it.

"Whatever." I huffed looking around for the bartender. Who did I have to fuck to get something stronger than a Coke around here? "Yes, I've fucked her, on multiple occasions. Are you happy now?"

She recoils as though I hit her or something, see drama queen. "No." Awww, shit. Now she's got that wounded look in her eyes like I'd just kicked her puppy (which I would never do , that's Jasmine's territory.) or something. "Come on baby. You know it didn't mean anything. She wasn't even that good." Why the fuck was she reacting like this, it's not like we're dating or anything.

"Really?" She perks up a little.

"Yes." No. I was blatantly lying but Kelly had never really been that perceptive when it came to stuff like that.

I search out Carrie again and find her standing alone at the opposite end of the bar looking all kinds of miserable. I turned my attention back to Kelly. "Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes."
She smiled at me, eyes shining with excitement before disappearing around the corner.

One down, one to go. I'm too young for this shit. I slipped through the crowd and placed a hand on Carrie's arm who just looked at me and turned away. Awww, Farmbot's all upset.

"God Car , what's your fucking problem?"

She tensed up. "I saw you with her."


"So? It's not like you didn't know about us."

"I know but it's..."

"Complicated?"

"Yeah."

"Why? We both agreed when we started this it's just sex."

"I know, I thought that I could handle it but I can't. I guess I just...well what I'm trying to say is..." I can see where this is going.

"You think you're in love with me?"

"Uhhhhhh, yes." Well this opens up all kinds of possibilities.

"Come with me." I say, taking her hand.

Kelly's face when I entered the bathroom, hand in hand with Carrie, was priceless. Before then I had no idea that a person could look confused, upset, hurt and amused all at the same time.

"What's she doing here?" Carrie says a little more hostile than I hoped she'd be.

"What are you doing here?" Damn, I never noticed before but Kelly's so frigging hot when she gets all defensive.

"I'm not talking to you." Carrie sniped at her while turning to me. She looked more pissed off than Kelly. This was definitely not going as well as I had hoped it would.

Shit, shit, shit. What to do, what to do. Both of them were not taking this as well as I thought they would.

I bit my lip and grabbed both girls hand , pulling them up against my sides.

"Diana." Kelly said cautiously. Surprisingly she appeared to be the calmer of the pair.

"Look, I've been thinking..." I noticed that Kelly had opened her to make some undoubtedly smartass comment about my thinking abilities but apparently thought the better of it and closed it again. "Carrie I know that you like Kelly..." Carrie squirmed. "and well frankly with our schedules it's impossible for me to really spend much time with either of you. So I have a proposal."

"Fuuuuuck!" Kelly groaned, as she realized what I meant but Carrie had yet to catch on.

"What? What does she want us to do?"

"She wants us to be some kind of twisted threesome." She pulled herself away from me and went to lean back against the marble sink , not caring that the back of her shirt was getting wet from the residual water that clung to it. "That is what you want, isn't it?"

She was pissed. Fuck. "Yeah, I guess. It just makes sense to me. There's no way that any of us are going to have a normal relationship with each other....Look it's just a suggestion."

"What exactly is this suggestion?" Carrie asked , slipping her arm around my waist. It was comforting to know that at least one of them didn't hate me but for some reason, I think I would have liked it more if it was Kelly's hand sliding it's way into my front pocket.

"I'm just saying that, whenever any of us are, like in the same place at the same time and they have the time, they could hook up with each other. You and me, Kelly and me." I shot glance at the irate blonde who was still refusing to look at me. "You and Kelly."

Carrie nodded as though it all made sense to her but I could practically see her brain working as she struggled to figure it all out. But Kelly, who despite all appearances actually had the capacity to be quite bright, knew exactly what I meant.

"So you want us all to share?"

I smirked she didn't seem too displeased with the idea after all. "Share, share, that's fair. Right ?"

"I don't want to share you." Kelly and Carrie said in unison. Wow, this is awkward.

I looked from Kelly to Carrie, trying to decide which one to talk to first. Knowing that if I screwed up here, I probably wouldn't be going home with either of them. And that would just suck.

"Carrie." I said cautiously, because she was the one who was almost in tears. As I said that I heard Kelly make this weird sound, like halfway between a cat being strangled and the noise Fantasia makes when she tries to hit a high note. I grabbed her hand as she tries to push past me. "Kel..."

"Don't, just don't. It's over." She said pulling her arm away and storming out. At that moment I knew that I had a choice to make. I could chase after Kelly and potentially lose both of them or I could stay with Carrie and try and salvage whatever there was that was left. I chose Carrie.