Freddie Star walked out from the rear of the hotel to avoid the chanting mob of frenzied teenage grls who would have stormed the hotel had it not been for the timely arrival of the police. Freddie had never expected this kind of reaction from his fans. And he couldnŐt understand how his fans could have found out where he was staying during his visit. But fans always find a way.
Freddie had arranged for his limousine to be driven around the back and to do so without attracting any attention. But when Freddie searched the street he could see no limo. He could only hear the shrill screams of the young women calling his name. Stardom had made him rich, but now it was making him afraid. The high-pitched cries were enough to chill the blood and he imagined the girls tearing him limb from limb in their crazed desire to claim a piece of him.
Just then, he saw his limousine slwoly rounding the far corner. It was about time. And then he heard something which stopped him cold.
"Look," cried one of the girls. "There he is." Freddie turned and noticed a group of 7 or 8 young women at the opposite corner. A few of them let out a piercing cry upon recognizing him and one of them, with a wave of her arm, yelled "let's get him girls."
Freddie was too afraid to move. He could hear the pounding feet on the pafvement as the girls raced towards him. He watched as other teenage girls hurriedly turned the corner, apparently having heard he shrill cries as a call to action. "It's him," someone screamed.
It would be a matter of seconds before they would be able to lay their hands on their idol. Freddie didn't know what to do. He began to step backwards and could finally ignore the girlish giggles and screams to remember the limousine behind him. he turned and began to run towards the car.
Just then, another group of about ten girls poured onto the sidewalk from the back of the hotel, effectively blocking his access to the limo. A few of the girls turned towards him and screamed upon catching sight of him running towards them. "It's him," remarked one of them. "Oh my god it's really him," added one of the others. The girls gave chase and Freddie had to think fast. At least twenty delirious teenage girls were converging upon him from both sides and he had no choice but to retreat into an alleyway across the street. He would never make it to the limo without being mauled by the teenage girls.
Freddie bolted across the street and scurried into the alleyway. Within seconds he could hear the shouts and cries of the mob of teenage girls in opursuit. And their shrill cries reverberated though the alleyway corridor. Freddie ran like he'd never run before; but these girls wre determined to have a piece of him. Their cries sounded louderand louder and he couldn't believe that they were actually gaining on him. He turned and saw the first of them barely a six second sprint away from him; and he turned back and hurried down the alleyway . It was like the first scene in Hard Day's Night but the Beatles were having fun. Freddie was scared and the fear propelled him forward.
A truck began to pull into the other end of the alleyway and Freddie, having to think fast, decided to turn into what looked like another alleyway branching off of the main alleyway. He raced into it and soon realized, to his horror, that he'd entered a dead-end. He turned to hurry out as quickly as he'd rushed in but by then the girls wee already approaching the corner. Freddie stmbled backwards and looked desperately for an exit. He saw nothing but three brick walls and two closed doors. he began to bang on one of the doors and when he turned he saw twenty to twenty-five young women pouring into the cul-de-sac and effeectively filling the entire passageway. He banged and banged but there was no response.
Freddie watched as the young girls slowed down, clearly realizing that they had him cornered. The realization set in and out poured a collective howl from the girls as they thundered towards him en masse. Freddie prepared himself for the worst but he was no match for twenty or so frantic female fans who wanted souvenirs. Freddie pressed himself against the far wall, and pushed as if to knock it down. Within seconds, the girls fell upon him and the force of the onslaught pushed him hard against the wall.
Hands grabbed at him, pulling at his shirt; and a second wave of tennage bodies pushed against the first group, effectively knocking Freddie over onto the ground. He was utterly helpless and he could do nothing. The girls were hysterical and continued to scream as they pushed and shoved each other in a frantic attempt to grab hold of Freddie. The girls were falling over each other and a few of them were pushed onto him; each of the girls was hell bent on claiming something before there was nothing left to claim and so it got vicious. Some of the girls were even clawing each other. It was a mad scramble and he accidentally got kicked and slapped in all of the confusion. Hands grabbed at him everywhere on his body, they poked and prodded him, pulled and tugged on his clothes as if to tear them from his body.
They were already diging their claws into his buttons and tearing off pieces of his shirt. He could feel their fingernails digging into his flesh as they continued to puol and tear. He was wearing jeans so the girls were having trouble tearing off pieces. A few of the girls had enough sense to unbutton and unzip him; and another slipped off his boots. Once his jeans were loosened the girls pulled at them from two different reactions, and the jeans began to tear just below the zipper. Another second, and they'd been pulled down to his ankles revealing his briefs. Once the jeans were pulled from him the girls fought over them and pulled at them into the jeans wore torn into two pieces, and then four and soon the jeans were no longer recognizable. Hands continued to tear at his shirt until only a few fragments remained, which were promptly claimed.
Freddie was anxoius about his crotch and was most worried about getting hurt. He could do nothing to protect himself and as soon as his jeans were pulled of, hands grabbed his briefs and began to tug on them until they were torn off. Hands grabbed his naked body and mauled him; and bold fingers grabbed hold of his cock which had shiveled up from fear. The girls became especially vicious as they fought over his briefs which were soon torn to shreds.
With all of his clothes removed, the girls wee at a loss. Most of them had claimed a momento and they just wanted to touch him. Hands, which had probably never touched a naked man before, felt him from head to foot. Fredie heard male voices approaching and Freddie's bodyguards wre pushing their way through the crowd of anxious teenagers. The bodyguards got hold of him and carried him to the waiting limo while female hands continued to grab at him and maul him. He was tossed into the car and once the door was shot, he heard nothing but his racing hearbeat and the muffled cries of the teenage girls surrounding the car and banging on the windows. Freddie was never going to go anywhere without his bodyguards ever again.