How to Avoid Having Sex With Assholes- part 6

Fall in love and sleep with his pretty guitarist instead.....

Back the days of decadence and debauchery I ran with a group of girls pretty similar to myself. Groupie girls with big hair, mini skirts and hooker heels. We traded boys like baseball cards, set each up for the score and equally stabbed each other in the back for personal gain. We all had an angle, cover me photographer with the smarts, the baby face and pouty lips, Molly with the rich pops, hot bod, and blond locks, and Mimi had connections with Geffen Records, she had some flaming red and a fierce attitude to match. We worked a room and rounded the boys up, then took our picks. Mimi had been invited to a private party at the Cathouse, we broke out the Aquanet and hopped the Southwest party plane to good ol LA. Cathouse is crazy competition, they don't letcha in for a private party if you don't look and play fierce... I play cute, I always do..... I don't run with the big girls on hot patrol, I know better. You work what works for you and you stay with it. I smile pretty and nab the attention of Taime Downe of Faster Pussycat. Mimi is old fuck buddies with Taime and she spies me across the room, having a close convo. He is whispering in my ear, random whatevers, I can't hear a word he is saying the music is way loud, I nod and smile, fiending interest, keeping his hand from traveling any further up my thigh. I am wearing a spandex lace up the side mini skirt, and panties are a no no with anything that tight. A couple more inches and the boy with be fingering the gold. I am really not interested in this boy, but the piercing stares that Mimi shoots across the room are cracking me up. He notices the shark circling and suggests maybe a threesome. I love my girl, but I don't love her that much, plus the knowledge of multiple bouts of genital warts is enough to deter me from any triple kiss. Brent Muscat, the prettiest boy I have ever seen, struts his cute little self over to Taime to tell him something, as he leans over our eyes meet and I am a goner. He is ultra feminine but for some reason I find him irresistible. He says hello and smiles, I bite my lip in deep girly thought/fantasy, I want to marry this man.... what the fuck is wrong with me? ohh shit, I am smitten and as he walks away I immediately get up and follow almost in a trance. Taime grabs my arm, looking confused but keeping with cocky he asks me to get him a beer since I was getting up. Sure, yeah, I nod and point towards the bar. Mimi closes in two seconds later, cool by me, she said he was a shitty lay why the territorial claim? Ya know, whatever... I am looking for Bret. I turn looking left and right frantic that I may have lost him in the crowd or worse to another whore... But ironically he is standing two feet in front of my, watching me and laughing, he totally knew..... I walked up and he brushes the hair from my face, kisses me gently on the forehead and asks my name. We got a cab about 5 minutes later, making out feverishly in the back seat. A nice night of what didn't feel like random sex followed by a sweet goodbye kiss as he dropped me off at the airport the next day. We never did see each other again, but man...... I fell for that boy hard..... I was always afraid if I saw him again I would fall apart or fall in love... groupie girl nightmare and biggest regret.....