/::12:05 am::\
Bill and the band took us backstage. Mileena and me were so happy! Tom was checking Mileena out constantly.. maybe he was interested? I don't know where rockstars are into...boobs? Ass? Personality? A bit of all?
"Here we are."
Bill said.
"Wow, this looks really cool!"
Mileena said.
I looked a bit scared for Mileena. The way Tom was looking at her like a prey.. and he was the predator.. I do not like people looking at my best friend like a predator. I know she's gorgeous, with her black locks and her siren eyes, but.. still..
"Hey, you look stressed."
Tom spoke up to me, he had a wide grin on his face.
I wonder what his intentions were with her. What for a friend would I be to not save her? Mileena's been there for me too.
I was a virgin, but Mileena had some experience. I have experience in mind, but not physically.
Tom took Mileena by her arm, to a secluded area, but to my surprise, she let him. Like she knew what was happening. Did she know Tom?
"So. They're gone."
Bill exhaled sharply. He looked at me with that gentle look he always had. But.. Something in his eyes changed.. the kindness, changed.. into lust? Desire? I wouldn't know. I didn't know Bill well.
"Bill, do you have a clue what they're doing?"
I asked him, worried about Mileena. I never been so scared than today. Mileena's mum trusted me so much. I was like her second daughter, she told me. Mileena's mum, Dianna, was a single mother. Her and her husband divorced because of the harm he caused her.
"I have no clue, sweetheart."
Bill claimed to be clueless too. I knew he wasn't! He KNEW where they were!!!!
"Bill, I'm gonna ask you kindly, but, may you stop lying and actually tell me where they are?"
I said, a hint of madness combined with worriedness could be heard in my voice.
"Kyara, my sweetie, I know who you are. I've been watching you for a few months.. you're a little runaway, aren't you?"
"N-!"
Before I could speak, he pressed his lips against mine, soft and delicate, his lips tasted like sweet caramel and vodka. Delicious. He pulled me closer, his hands on my hips, over time moving to my ass. I placed my hand around his neck. He added his tongue to the kiss. I enjoyed it so much.
As a few minutes passed, he broke off the kiss, breathing heavily.
"My little runaway, you will turn into a daddy's girl soon."
Bill purred.
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