Jon Bon Jovi had given up everything for a chance to see stardom, including his highschool sweetheart Amelia Sambora.
Now as Jon approaches the most important and most dangerous moments in his professional life, Amelia has a way of making it back in...
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6th February 1987 / Detroit, Michigan
Much to the delight of all participants involved, Bon Jovi and Mötley Crüe's collaboration was finally coming to a close. To celebrate the small collection of shows they'd performed together the bands and their crews had decided to go out to the club.
Amelia was not much of a party person. She hadn't drank in many years, any time her University peers had invited her to join in on a night out she'd declined and instead chosen to study. Alas, the Bon Jovi boys had pestered her into submission.
Being best friends with the wardrobe manager had come in handy on a number of occasions, this just being one of them. Amelia was not one for dressing up and travelling in a suitcase had limited her wardrobe to a few modest outfits. Spankie, on the other hand, had an entire array of outfits and no shortage of evening-wear to lend Amelia.
Without much consideration she'd allowed Spankie to coordinate her outfit, her being so fluent in the profession and all. What she hadn't anticipated was the sheer sexiness of it.
"Don't you think this is a little too much?" Amelia asked in the mirror. Spankie had gifted Amelia the dress permanently and made some minor adjustments to it to fit Amelia's sizings, after which it hugged her body like an elasticated glove.
"Too much?" Spankie frowned, a make-up brush in her mouth as she applied some blush to Amelia's cheeks with her finger. "What do you mean?"
"Well, it's just a little revealing. I haven't dressed up like this in a while."
Spankie took a step back. "Revealing you say? I can tighten it and make it sit higher if you like. That way there won't be so much cleavage."
"Any tighter and it'll be a corset."
She smoothed her hands along her waist and hips in the mirror. Having a best friend that could sew was incredible, she'd never known of such a flattering dress.
"Nothin' wrong with a bit of cleavage anyway!" Spankie giggled, kneeling by the full length mirror to apply some lip gloss. Her own dress was nothing short of marvelous, though not quite so daring as Amelia's. Spankie wasn't much of a 'red' person. "You look like a million dollars, you could have your pick of any one of those men out there."
Amelia gave a somewhat awkward laugh. "Eh, I've kind of adopted your outlook on men. I'm not ready to deal with their shenanigans just yet."
"Damn right, they're all good for nothin'! That being said.. you wouldn't have to deal with their shenanigans for too long if it was just a one night stand. Why not get yourself out there? Find a gorgeous guy and live a night of endless fantasy."
"I don't know, Spank," she sighed. "Maybe it's the inner catholic in me but I never quite came around to the idea of one night stands. I've always longed for more of a connection with the guys I sleep with, I can't imagine going to bed with someone I didn't know."
