Groupie Games [Rockstar Romance 18+]

Chapter 4

We walk up to the club. It's one of the larger ones in Boston and the line is out the door, spilling onto the street. I didn't realize Black Days Done were this popular; they must be pretty good. Although, as I scan the crowd, it's mostly girls with their tits hanging out of their shirts. They're just here to see the guys...probably doesn't matter if they sound like shit or not.

"Ugh, vampire man is at the door tonight," Sasha says. We have nicknames for all the security and staff at the venues. Vampire man is skinny and pale with beady eyes. He's also kind of a dick to us. Like, yeah, you know what we're here to do, but you don't have to make us feel like shit about it. We enjoy ourselves so give us a break.

We walk up the ramp to the side entrance where he's standing guard. "Hey ladies."

"Hi," I say, flashing the best smile I can give him.

"So, you want to get inside again?" he asks.

"Uh, yep, that would be really great." I place my hands on my hips, hoping he can sense that I'm not going to back down.

"How about a kiss?"

"Why would we do that?" Jules says.

"Pretty sure you don't know this band since this is their first time here, so, unless I let you in, you're not getting backstage."

"Seriously?" Sasha quips.

I hope he's joking, this is sick.

"Just a small peck, come on."

"Fuck off, we'll get in on our own," I respond before turning around.

"Wait, girls, wait. I don't want you pissed at me. Come on," he responds before opening the door. "Just get your tight asses in there and have some fun."

What a fucking creep.

"There's a lot of people in here," Jules says as we push through the door.

She's right, a large group is already mingling around. And since we don't know the band yet, I need to figure out a plan of attack. I take out my phone to scope out their photo again, but Sasha interrupts me.

"Look, they're doing a meet n' greet." She nods over to the corner of the room where a line of girls are standing and waiting with VIP passes around their necks. They walk up to the band in small groups with wide smiles on their faces and sharpies in hand.

The guys look pretty good in person. They're all dressed in a similar fashion, dark clothes with jet black hair and various piercings. Some of them are even wearing eyeliner. I'm not really into that look, but they look excited and happy to meet their fans, so maybe they're not actually as emo as they appear.

The tallest one is more my type, he's got bigger muscles than the others and tighter clothes. Wonder which one he is; I hope he's the lead singer.

"Look, that girl is totally going to get with one of them," Jules says, pointing out a tall, beautiful curvy chick with bright pink hair. This bitch is straight up porno material in her short black skirt with fishnets underneath, a tight black tank top with a bit of her lacey bra poking out, and the brightest green eyes I've ever seen surrounded by dark eyeliner and thick, full lashes.

As soon as she approaches the band, they all stare at her perfectly round tits that are nearly bursting out of the top of her shirt. Damn it. She's getting to them before we have a chance to claim one.

The guys surround her and the one I had my eyes on whispers in her ear. She smiles and touches his chest playfully, then steps off to the side instead of leaving right away like the other fans in line did. Shit.