The Beatles: A Mini-series

Paul (1964)

       "Do you need anything else, Mr. McCartney?" You asked, lingering by the door.
     "No thanks, I'm fine," Paul smiled.
  You nodded and headed out the door. You worked for the venue where The Beatles are playing at tonight, and your boss asked you to help assist the boys. You couldn't even count how many times you fixed your hair or checked in a reflection. You wouldn't dare look messy in front of the four cutest boys on earth.
      "Hey, Y/N, can I get a water please?" Ringo asked from outside his and John's dressing room door.
     "Me too!" John yelled, and then added a "please" at the end. You told them sure and headed to the concession stand. You nervously grabbed two bottles of water and headed back. On your way, Paul bumped into you in the hallway, causing you to drop the bottles.
     "Oh dear, I apologize," Paul mumbled as he picked up the bottles. He handed them to you with an apologetic smile.
    "It's quite alright. No harm done," you chuckled, giving him your cutest smile.
   You walk away quickly to avoid any awkwardness. Suddenly, Paul grabs you by the elbow. You spin around and he's looking into your eyes intensely.
     "After the show I would like to talk to you privately," Paul said in a low voice.
    "Did I do anything wrong?" You asked, heart racing.
   Paul chuckled. "No,no. I would just like to ask you something, that's all." With that, Paul walked off and you were left confused and excited. You hurried to Ringo's dressing room to give him and John the water bottles.
    

     During the show, you got to stand backstage and watch the boys play. You could barely hear them over the screams of thousands of girls, but you still danced and had so much fun. You and your co-worker even couldn't help squealing a few times.
    After the show, you waited a bit for the boys to settle down. Then, you nervously head to Paul and George's dressing room. You pass by Ringo and John's first, and hear George's voice. You and Paul were going to be alone.
      "Can I come in Mr. McCartney?" You asked, knocking on his door.
    "Yes dear."
   Paul invited you to sit on the couch. He sat next to you. You could tell he showered and changed his outfit. "How was the show?" He asked.
    "It was great! Well, except for all the screaming."
    He chuckled. "Yeah. That's a bummer. We could hardly hear ourselves, ya know."
     Paul scooted closer to you. "So..do you have a boyfriend? You're very pretty."
    You blushed. "Thanks. But, no, I don't."
    "Ah. Well, me neither!" You and Paul laughed.
      And then, Paul just went for it. He kissed you, and you didn't hold back. Normally, you wouldn't let any man just go for you, but this is Paul McCartney. He's not just any man.
     You and Paul continued to kiss, his lips so soft, his hands up your skirt. You decided to take a risk and bite his lip. He moaned a bit and moved down to your neck to nip on it.
      "Let's go back to my hotel room?" Paul whispered.
    You could barely respond as you were so breathless. Paul took your hand and you two went out the back and had a taxi take you to the hotel.

The next morning you snuck out of Paul's room, tired but satisfied. You took a taxi home and got into your shower. Paul was amazing in bed, and to be quite honest, you didn't even care if Paul wasn't going to be your boyfriend or anything. You were just secretly giddy that you got to bang Paul McCartney.