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Almost no memory from the night. I just know it was the worst from the whole tour. It started with Cleopatra throwing fists with almost every single one of us . Inappropriate and devalued claims from her all the time. She pushed us back, pulled the boys closer, shared all of her drugs with them. In the end we all could only watch her getting fucked by all 3 boys at the same time. We girls drank most of the booze, tried to have a good time anyway but the air was thick. Really thick and awkward.  In two days is the next show and everything will go back to normal. Without this stupid bitch Cleopatra who thinks she's someone better. Chris came and I gave him his payment. A really nice handjob. No kissing, no Sex, touching is allowed but no body parts in me. He always takes sooo much time that I fear to lose the whole night. He's enjoying it too much. He always grabs me by my hair when he cums and I actually enjoy watching his face while he is cuming all over my hand.
I feel absolutely devastating but happy to wake up in my car looking up to my blind passenger Karl who is casually sitting under the windshield. Karl is my spider.. he appeared a few days ago and is now bearing me some company.
I lean back.. my head hurts like hell.

Yesterday I stole some food and two water bottles from the concert and put it in my purse. I have no choice all my money is spend for the car gas and drugs. Priorities set.
I enjoy the cool water running down from the inside of my body. Feels like my brain is getting soaked with water again. Nice.
The routine in my new life is easy.
Fight my hangover
Find a spot where there is running water so I can clean myself completly and wash my hair, face and brush my teeth.
Ask strangers politely for money.
Drive to the next location.

It is already late when I arrive and actually my head is still pounding and I am 99% sure that I still have alcohol on my system. It is what it is. No one is dead yet.
In a near by parking lot I also spot Angela in her red Car. I wave to get her attention and also see Lilly on the backseat. 
We greet each other with hugs and kisses on the cheek. It is the first time I see Lilly without all the heavy make up and hot clothes.. and I am shocked. It literally breaks my heart because I never realised how much of a child she is. Absolute Baby face, small and like a normal teenager. I promised myself to take better care of her.
"What a shit night yesterday." Angela sighs as we all 3 share a cup of coffee.
"Don't worry tomorrow they will be our men again." 

We spend the whole next day together walking around asking for money and stealing new make up from stores. No one will ever find us, because tonight we will leave the town anyway. The money we get we exchange for drugs.
We all got to know each other a bit better and now I feel even worse for Lilly. If you talk to her about normal things such as school or Hobbies.. you could never imagine that she is doing coke and XTC and gives hot lap dances and blowjobs for Vince Neil at night.

She is one of the five best students in her class. In her free time she is riding horses and loves to paint. Her parents send her to Ballet but she somehow managed to switch to the Latin dance class from where she got her awesome movements. She has really strict parents who only want the best for her. Currently they think she is in a Summercamp. They have no idea that she never arrived there and is instead living the runaway life. She always got a passion for Rock music and Mötley Crüe is her favorite band. Well, she saw the opportunity and took it.

Angela is much older than us. Already 25 and since her early twenties she is following big Glam Rock bands and sleeps with them. She is not really interested in Mötley Crüe  but loves the attention she gets from all the Rockstars and currently it's the only big band Touring around. When no one is on Tour she is offering Babysitter jobs and cleaning services to get some cash. Her home is her messy and smelly car. "I can't think of ever doing a proper job. I love Sex, drugs and rockn roll. If I would ever just sit in an office I would rather kill myself."She admits and shrugs her shoulders. Sad to believe that this Groupie life is everything she wants in life.

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