Thread: The Groupie (Jack Stalker and Sansa)

The Groupie! For the entire last set of the concert, at Festival Park, Zack had been on stage battling the biggest hard on of his life. He had been bouncing all over the stage, a ball of wild feverish energy as he had belted out the second, then third, encore of his greatest hit ever. His nameless support band of loyal backing singers, drummers, guitar players and sax users had been swept into the background and forgotten. Sure, they were loyal band mates who had been with him for a few years, but nobody really knew who they were or even cared. It was all about Zack and what he could deliver, the way he could make women wet themselves in anticipation, the way he could illicit screams as he dry fucked some lucky slut he dragged on stage, the way he could get the attention of every teenage whore who watched his show, attention enough to empty their wallets and feed his fame and his bank account. Yet in all those performances he had never laid eyes on anyone as fit to fuck as her, the whore in the front row who had grabbed his attention. He had moved in close enough to hear her name when he had asked for it, then he had made sure that he had tagged her enough for his road crew to recognise her later, giving explicit instructions for 'that one to get a backstage wristband. It was an important enough rarity of an occasion to raise an eyebrow on his manager, Zack rarely indulged in the groupies... but it seemed he was going out of his way to meet this one, meet her for a nice little drink backstage in the hospitality suite after the show, in between getting changed and deciding to either head back to his penthouse or hit the club for the after show drinks with his forgettable loyal band mates. Zack bounded off stage with a frown, after he had been dragged back from an attempted stage dive which would have put him within an arms reach and a grope of the super fit looking young slut Emma. As far as he was concerned she had a body that appeared to have been sculpted purely for his pleasure, long slender legs, small tits, a cute face and lips that screamed out to be kissed and fucked. He was sure that her outfit was barely legal in twelve states and would have gotten her stoned to death on sight in any one of a dozen countries south of the equator. Nursing a massive hard on and a thumping heart rate, from the screaming of the fans and the exertions of the show, he waved aside the opportunity for yet another encore and instead fought his way through his crew to get a head start on his dressing room. The room itself had the appearance of the best room you could find in a theatre, except transported to the inside of a massive tent. The whole thing just a few yards away from the mother fucker of a tour bus he would be using once the festival concert was done and dusted. He dumped his guitar and mike as he moved into the tent, then he waved away a couple of his managers 'people' and took a moment to smooth over his T-shirt and empty out the pockets of his jeans. He wasted no time stripping away the battery packs and microphones as he thought about the red hot piece of ass who had to be making her way back to see him right that very second. Taking out a couple of glasses he filled them with the champagne which had been left on ice to await his triumphant return... and even as another aide clamoured to convince him to get back on stage, while another bleated about the paparazzi and the after set interview, he was instead getting himself ready to greet Emma. Later! he told one of the overeager annoyances. Didn't you get a fucking look at that slut in the front row, Jesus fucking Christ... don't bother disturbing me until you can no longer hear her screaming my name, that's when I'll be giving her a rest from me fucking myself into her cervix or making her beg for me to let her orgasm all over my cock. he smirked. In fact don't bother me until I call for you. he said with a grin, smoothing his fingers through his hair and taking a sip of the drink while he waited. He stripped the belt from the waist of his jeans as he flexed his muscular torso, leaving the strap of leather nearby in case he felt like choke fucking the horny little slut and really making her gasp for it as he controlled not only when she would come but when she would breathe. Already his cock strained and fought at his clothing as a beast demanding release...