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"Hey, Scott, you ready?" Clint called out to his brother, pulling on his shirt. "Ya - just looking for my spike bracelet," Scott Moffatt replied, tearing the modest dressing room apart.
"Come on guys, it's time," Frank Moffatt announced at the door frame, turning back towards the stage of GM Place, in Vancouver, Canada. "Last performance, then vacation!" Dave signed happily, following Bob out the door, who air-drummed with his wooden drum sticks.
Scott lingered a second in the small, white room thinking where he could have put his bracelet, when it struck him. He opened the dresser drawer and pulled the black leather and spikes from underneath some papers and flew out the door, only to collide with a vision of blonde hair.
"Oh!" the girl cried falling to the ground. She sat for a moment, stunned and then looked up to her assaulter. Scott looked into her eyes and felt captured in the moment. They were such a dark blue they could have been black.
Snapping out of his daze he offered her his hand, and helped her to her feet, while mumbling how sorry he was. She smiled at him before walking off, her long hair swishing in time with her bottom tightly clad in a black skirt.
He watched her walk off in a haze before realizing his brothers were walking on stage and running behind them. As he walked out an extra few female screams erupted and they started their set with the drumbeats of 'California'.
Throughout the performance, Scott scanned the crowd for those eyes, but found nothing. He decided she must still be backstage and would look out for her when they signed autographs.
When it came time to throw his shirt into the crowd, he smiled hoping she were watching, and swung the shirt into the crowd. Girls screamed and yelled and grabbed for the white tank top, pulling it to the seam before one female got the better grip and pulled the material to her chest.
The night seemed to fly by; glow sticks shone in the crowd, voices carried through to the very edge of the stadium and the guys' instruments rumbled through the ground to the body of every person in the building.
The last song of their performance was, ‘Always in my Heart’; people slowed down and the arena became quiet. The guys sang with the passion they had for the song and made sure to make eye contact with as many people as they could.
"Have a good night, Vancouver!" Scott yelled into the microphone before running off stage. They had fifteen minutes to rest and change before spending an hour signing autographs and finally going back to their hotel.
Their parents, staff and associates congratulated them on a great show then let them each grab a quick shower and put on some fresh clothes. The brothers dressed absent-mindedly; their individual fantasies of the long awaited break playing on their imagination. As they walked out of the room, a lone figure stood by the curtains. The eldest brother stared, open-mouthed. It's her...
He finally got a good look at the girl who had haunted his mind all night. A beauty of youth, innocence and blonde hair. A stunning body wrapped in a tight black skirt and crop top that show off the smooth, pale skin of her body. Her shoes heightened her by at least 3 inches, making her about 5'2. Her eyes reflect the wicked smile playing on her lips as she walked towards the young man.
"Hi," Scott breathed out as she reached a delicate hand out and softly rubbed it along his left peck. Given their comparable height, Scott was allowed a nice view down her top as her hip rubbed against the crotch of his pants. She looked at his face, body and surroundings intently, refusing to penetrate his vision with her gorgeous eyes.
Suddenly voices could be heard moving closer, and pens were being brought to the folding tables. His brothers had already sat down, so regretfully, Scott said to her "I have to go sign autographs - will you wait for me?" She smiled at him again, a secret playing on her lips and mischief in her eyes. She backed away and disappeared again.
F@#k! That could have been such an easy lay... He made his way to the tables and prepared for a long hour. Wiping his brow, he sighed tiredly as he started to sign autographs. As he signed his name for each fan, he wondered where that girl had gone. Finally, after what seemed like thousands of autographs, it was time to go back to the hotel. He got up and stretched his stiff muscles.
Scott’s eyes swept the room for the girl. He groaned, frustrated, to see that she hadn’t waited for him. He was so caught up in his search that he hadn’t realized his brothers were already starting to leave. “Come on, Scott!” Clint called impatiently.
“All right, I’m coming!” Scott answered irritably. He slowly started to walk with his brothers out to the bus. Scott was silent on the ride to the hotel. His brothers were happy and relieved because of the tour being over, but somehow, he couldn’t join in on the feeling. Once they had arrived, Scott wearily walked to his hotel room, and unlocked his door, thankful he didn’t have to share with any of his brothers that night.
“Hi,” said a sweet, alluring voice said from behind him. Scott paused just as he was about to push the door open. Staring at the number 1307 he breathed in slowly, closing his eyes. Hesitantly, he turned around and widened his eyes in surprise and relief to see his girl.
"Hey," he grinned broadly at her, "How did you know where to -" before he could finish, she stepped up to him and wrapped two tiny arms around his neck, pulling his face towards hers.
Her lips were moist, and her tongue prodded his teeth to open up and let her in. Each time their mouths closed, her lips would press against his with more force. Their tongues rubbed each other and flicked across the others teeth, lips and the roof of their mouth.
Her hips pushed his into the door and his now growing hard-on pushed against her belly. His mind spun and he found himself standing there with the most beautiful creature attached to him by the lips. When he finally noticed his hands hanging limping by his sides, he wrapped them around her hips and a.ss, bringing her a few inches off the ground and crushing her body against him even more.
Her fingers were grasping at his hair and nails digging into his back and neck as their kiss deepened. When she finally broke the brutal kiss, Scott gasped for air, his lips already started to swell and bruise. He had been so caught up in the desperation of the kiss he hadn't been breathing in enough oxygen.
Looking at her face he was at awe at the creature smiling at him. Breathing normally as though they had been standing there talking the whole time; face still pale and make-up un-smudged.
"You - you want to come in?" he stammered, shaking his head slightly.
The girl’s eyes glowed as she gave him that smile of hers, which Scott had come to love and fear in the short time that he had known her. She nodded as she took his hand and let him take her into his room. He locked the door behind them, and turned to face the innocent creature. He couldn't believe how easy the girl was.
He wrapped his arms around her small body, bringing her close to him once again. After that kiss he needed to f.uck, and bad. The pain in his groin was almost becoming unbearable. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered, trying to seal the deal.
She leaned up and kissed him passionately to which Scott responded with hunger; moving his tongue into her mouth. He pulled away for a moment, a sly grin crossing his face as he took in her beauty once more. Her eyes were hidden behind long, dark eyelashes and her lips were curved in a sexy grin. Her body was so small and tight, in clothes that sent his imagination soaring. Her breasts were more than a handful and he couldn't wait to dive in.
Suddenly, as he was imagining what was under her skirt, his grin faded, as she seemed to change before his eyes. Those delicate fingers with their manicured, painted nails changed into what looked like black talons; her once blonde hair spilled into a black, shiny mane; the soft skin grew odd hair and seemed to take on an ominous glow from the creature she, better it, had now become.
Scott didn't know what to say, even what to do. I'm dreaming... was all he could surmise, but when it's now fiery red eyes stared into his, with a shimmer of evil, and it's tongue snaked around it's lips in anticipation; his mind finally snapped out of its delusional reverie and registered that this was all very real. His mouth gaped open as he violently pulled out of the creatures grasp and backed up towards the door. His immense fear was the only thing stopping him from screaming – which could have been his savior.
The creature reached out and with a strong arm pulled him towards its body. After licking his neck vigorously, it flung him on to the bed. Shedding its mortal clothes, it walked towards him smiling. The fact that it still had a lot of human qualities was what kept Scott from crying - at first. He was paralyzed, on the bed, with a million thoughts racing through his head so quickly they were a blur of confusion. He felt his body begin to shake as reality came crashing down on his frail being and terror racked through his chest. His breathing became ragged as he began to hyperventilate, the shock wearing off, leaving his mind to bombard him with a million terrified conclusions of his demise.
It grabbed his legs, pulling him forward onto his back, and tore open his shirt. His white skin glowed under the light of the hotel's ceiling. His chest heaved as dry sobs began erupting from his lungs and his mouth hung open. "Please...no..." was all that he could mutter in his frenzied state of mind. A plea for mercy.
Straddling his body, it leaned down to kiss him intensely. This calmed Scott somewhat; as the creatures saliva released euphoric rush into his body, subduing his useless protests and attempts to escape the creatures hold on him, feeding him good feelings straight to his brain and groin, like that of heroin to an addict. With a startling clarity, Scott realized that even after all of this, he was still hard, his di,ck pressing against the seam of his jeans, causing an uncomfortable pain to pulse through his lower body. He gritted his teeth as his head began to spin from the conflicting emotions swirling around, and squeezed his eyes shut, resolving to just lay there.
The creature tore open his jeans, putting a hand on his hard-on. It stroked him gently, causing him to shudder slightly.
He gasped as the creature stood up, and slid out of its skirt. His breathing got faster and faster as he stared at the creature, hoping it was all a dream, yet knowing in his heart that it wasn’t.
The creature grabbed him by the arms and roughly pulled him over to it as it forced him to enter it. Scott gasped and closed his eyes for a moment as his hips thrusted involuntarily.
The creature kissed him roughly, shoving its tongue inside his mouth. Scott felt the creature tighten around him. “F@#k!” he gasped as he came and collapsed.
The creature let Scott slide out, and he laid there shaking breathing hard. As it gave his dick a final stroke, Scott could feel his mind fading…fading…fading…
Scott woke up, and opened his eyes. He sighed as he sat up. He had a monster headache as he looked around the room. There were no signs of the night’s events. “Maybe it really was a dream,” he whispered out loud.
He lay back down on the bed and closed his eyes. He was so tired…so exhausted. For what seemed like an eternity, he just stayed there, not doing anything, not even thinking.
Scott was startled by a knock on the door, and groaned loudly. He slowly got off the bed and stumbled toward the door. He yanked open the door, and leaned in the door.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hi,” Dave replied. He looked at his brother. “Tired?”
“Like hell,” Scott replied.
“Wow…that must have been some girl you brought into your room last night,” his brother commented.
“What?” Scott asked, staring blankly at his brother.
“You know, the blonde with dark blue eyes,” Dave replied.
“Oh,” Scott replied.
“She must have been amazing if she made you feel this exhausted,” he laughed.
Scott slowly realized something…if Dave had seen this girl, she must have been real. Had the last night actually happened? “Yeah,” he finally whispered, stunned. “Must have.”