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groupies
waiting just outside the door.   It was
something he’d had to get used to in his years on the road, on a smaller scale,
but ever since joining Arsenal the throngs of women had gotten larger.   The band had brought him in quietly, keeping
him a secret so they could do the big reveal tonight.   But even before everyone quite knew who he
was and what he was doing hanging out with the band, the women had set their
targets on him.   They must have had a sixth
sense for new band members or something.   Or maybe they were just big sluts.   Who really knew?   He tried to give
them the benefit of the doubt on that last, but it was hard sometimes.
    Several had managed to make it into his room.   He had his suspicions about how so many made
it through locked hotel room doors.   He
supposed his band mates were just trying to help him out, help him to
relax.   Tommy was always saying how
intense he was.   But he wanted, more than
anything else, to make it.   He’d dreamed
of this since he was five.
    Smiling, he welcomed the flock of girls good-naturedly
and slung his arm around the one who seemed shyest, a rail thin redhead.   She giggled nervously.   The shy ones were always the safest, least
likely to try and sneak their hand down his pants or their tongue in his
ear.   They were very young and extremely
scantily clad, with long limbs, perky breasts and barely-there outfits. They
looked at him with shining eyes, as if he were a god come to life.
    As a red-blooded male, his eyes appreciated the view,
but that didn’t stop the red flags from going through his mind.   He bantered with them, trying to figure out
how old they were.   It was crazy, the
resources women had to disguise their ages these days.   You never could tell, when they were all
dressed up.  
    Unfortunately he wasn’t really into groupies.   They were hot, but they had this way about
them that turned him off.   Simpering,
that was it.   They simpered.   The word fit, but he couldn’t remember where
he had heard it.   It wasn’t a word he
would use out loud, at any rate.
    Safest thing to do was get back to the crowd, so he
steered them towards the bar.   A steady
supply of alcohol was always a party pleaser and he considered building fan
loyalty a part of his job.
    One of the girls, a pale blonde, stood on tiptoe
with her hands on his shoulders and breathed, “Can I get your autograph?” into
his ear.
    “Sure,” he said nonchalantly, giving her one of the
slow grins that was his specialty.
    She then gave a fake gasp and covered her mouth with
her hand. “Oh!   I left my autograph book
in the car.”
    He knew what that was all about.   He’d seen this strategy a million times.   The other girls barely suppressed their
giggles.   He winked at her, playing along.   “Don’t worry about it.   I know how to leave a mark.”
    He borrowed a pen from the bartender and when he
turned back around the girl already had her shirt lifted so he could sign her
red satin bra.   He was actually relieved
when he saw it.   Ah, the number of body
parts that had been revealed to his eyes for signature in the last few
years.   At least this girl had the
decency to have a bra on.
    He stuck to his role, nestling his hand on her
ribcage just beneath her left breast and then leaned in to sign the right
one.   The other girls crowded in to get a
good look.   His pen had just made contact
with the material when he got a glimpse of shapely legs and long dark hair
through a break in the bodies surrounding him.
    He signed as quickly as possible and straightened
up.   With his six-foot-five frame it was
easy to see over the girls’ heads and across the room, where Arsenal’s manager
and the rest of the band stood talking to two women.   One was of medium height, with brown hair and
a red dress.   The other had her back to
him but she was taller, in a black leather dress, with thick glossy hair.   The fishnets she wore had that sexy seam