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6. Rock In Rio

Estrella awoke to Duff's gentle touch and soft voice.
"Wake up, Estrella! Soundchecks start in an hour." She heard him say. She must have dropped off to sleep after they finished....
Estrella realised she was still naked, and scrambled for the covers self consciously.
"Oh c'mon babe, I've seen it all before!" Duff chuckled. He held his hand out,
"Come on, get dressed." He suggested. She took his hand and he helped her out of bed, then made for the door, closing it behind him. She made her way over to where her bag had been dumped and began to sort through it, looking for an outfit. The outfits were very short, exposing alot of skin, which is optimum for pole dancers so that they can get a grip on the pole properly.
Estrella chose a pair of black leather short shorts and a matching black leather top. Her stomach and sides were left exposed, the top only coming to just under her boobs. It was a sort of boob toob, with no shoulder straps and it was shaped into a bra at the front so that her breasts had proper support. The top laced up at the front the way a corset does, with strips of leather rather then ribbon tying it in place. Estrella decided to let her spiky shoulder length hair stay loose so that she could head bang. She stepped through a shower, blow dried her hair and put on her outfit. She decided to spike her hair and hairspray it quickly, making it look alot like Nikki Sixx's. This involved alot of roughing it up, a tonne of extra hold hair mousse, a little teasing and lots of hairspray. Estrella soon stepped from the bathroom, ready to put on a show. On her way out, she picked her favourite pair of sexy eight inch, knee high black heels.
Her first night on the stage with guns...
The biggest audience she had ever danced for...
Estrella was nervous, and her nerves were exhilarating! Every sense was alive, heightened by fear; adrenaline coursed its way through her veins. She felt more alive then ever.
Her heels sank into the deep carpet as she stepped out of her room, clutching a handbag with the essentials inside. She glanced left first, then right. The hallway was still and silent. None of the other girls were out yet. Estrella made her way into the common area, finding Duff sitting on the couch, feet propped against the coffee table. He wore a plain black t-shirt and black jeans with his cowboy boots. Estrella stepped out in front of him, a little shy, making herself noticed. She saw him glance up breifly, before his head whipped around, tufts of blonde hair flicked up with the motion. His eyes were slightly wider then normal and his cigarette was in danger of falling from his half open mouth. Duff took his smoke from his lips and stood up.
"You look..." he began to say shakily.
"Gorgeous?" Estrella suggested, "perfect?" She added, flicking her spiky hair back. She put her hands on her hips and bent towards him, chuckling slightly. "Good enough to fuck." Estrella knew she must look delicious; long eyelashes, red lips; wearing nearly nothing and her hair mussed as if she'd just been ravished. She wore a sweet smile, making herself look almost innocent despite the sexy outfit.
"Uh huh!" Duff agreed with her description, still in shock.
Estrella stood up straight and grinned.
"Never thought Nikki Sixx's hair would be sexy." Duff muttered to himself almost unintelligibly. She pretended not to hear, internally finding the statement hilarious, but holding her composure. "Uhh... we got fifteen minutes. The others ready?" As he spoke, Rosamund stepped up beside her, linking arms with her.
"I am!" The little blonde nodded, smiling sweetly. She wore a red tartan skirt and a skimpy little red top which tied between her breasts with a pair of black leather knee high heels similar to Estrella's. Rosamund's hair was curled slightly and fell in gentle, luscious waves to just past her shoulders.
The pair sat down on a couch to wait for Celine, and Duff plonked down opposite them on the other couch. Celine appeared not a minute later. She wore a tight black leather top, a pair of black denim short shorts and her own black leather knee high heels. Her hair was furiously teased, going off in all directions. It had a nice effect, really.
"You two look amazing!" Rosamund exclaimed.
"Ahh. I know! You too!" Celine grinned toothily, glancing down at Duff, who sat in the lounge seat casually.
"I can't wait!" Estrella exclaimed, barely able to contain her excitement.
"Me neither!" Rosamund replied,
"I knoww!" Celine added. All three of them were grinning all over themselves.
"Alright, girls. Let's go! Only ten minutes left until we need to be there!" Duff smiled gently and led the way to the glass walled elevator. They made their way down to, and then across the lobby, drawing shocked stares from some of the other tourists as they crossed to the front entrance. Duff must have looked like a total stud. Outside, night was just falling over Rio. Stars were popping into existence above them, the streetlights blinking on as Duff waved them into a limousine, holding open the door. Within the overlong vehicle, lounge seats lined the walls and there was a mini bar at the back. Estrella led the way in, chucking her handbag onto the seat with a quiet rattle. The other two dancers followed her, then Duff. Rosamund and Celine slid onto a seat, and Duff grabbed her arm, pulling her onto his lap on another seat. She felt the heat rise up in her cheeks as she blushed. The car began to move.
"What're you doing?" She questioned,
"What? You look good." He grinned wolfishly. He was so cute. Estrella attempted to contain her smile.
"Aww- I know you're trying not to smile!" Duff smirked. She couldn't hold it in; a gentle smile spread over Estrella's face.
"There it is!" He said quietly. Duff's lap was warm, welcoming. He wrapped his arms around her, giving her the most wonderful butterflies. Duff was so sweet, she couldn't get enough of him. Estrella was beginning to really like Duff, which was sort of scary. She wasn't over Eddie yet, and what Eddie and her had only hurt her in the end. After the tour, what would happen? Estrella knew she probably wouldn't ever see him again. What a horrible thought. Estrella realised that this couldn't go on if she didn't want to get hurt again, which was highly depressing but also highly logical. Now, having slept off the alcohol she had consumed on the plane, she knew that the animalistic actions she had taken earlier would only lead to an emotional attachment, and ultimately to eventual heartbreak.
Estrella gently prised herself from his grip and slid onto the couch beside him.
"Eh? What's wrong, baby?" Duff sounded confused. She blinked three times, fast, then looked at her bare knees.
"Please, don't call me 'baby'" she requested,
"Um- alright. Are you okay?" He asked. "What did I do?" He begged of her,
"Nothing." She quickly corrected him. "It's not your fault!" Estrella added.
"Then whose is it? I can't help if you won't tell me!" He persisted,
"No- Duff, it's fine." She told him firmly. Duff frowned, and she hated seeing that, but she knew it would only hurt them both if they continued the way they were. She stared out the window, watching the buildings fly past. Estrella noticed the limousine slowing down, and then finally stopping.
They had arrived.