The tearing sound put a halt to the entire fight, everyone gazing at the torn backstage pass in Saffi’s hands.
“Oh, that’s too bad.” Mitch’s giggle sounded as awful as a squealing mouse caught in a rat trap. She pulled out something from her bag. “Good thing me and my girls have this!” She waved a backstage pass at Saffi, making her gasp.
“Why?” Her tone was heavy with confusion. Saffi couldn’t understand at all why Mitch had taken such lengths to get her pass when all of them apparently had one already.
Mitch’s laugh was incredulous. “You really had to ask?” She threw Saffi and the others a look of disgust. “Because groupies like you don’t deserve to be near Staffan.”
It was, Saffi had to admit, a great exit line, and all she could do was blink back tears as Mitch and her companions headed towards the door. All she could see was Staffan Aehrenthal hand-selecting Mitch and company. The thought made her sick. She had to think of a way to get inside the backstage area. Surely the bouncer at the exit remembered her face? Surely Staffan himself would remember her? Right?
Seeing the tears brightening the younger girl’s eyes, Carmina stuck her foot just as Mitch walked past her, catching the other woman in surprise and causing her to fall flat on her face. Her friend shut the door on Mitch’s face, which was slowly turning purple with outrage.
Carmina touched Saffi’s shoulder hesitantly. “Hey.” This one was definitely new to a G’s world. No G she knew in her entire life was this…soft. Carmina’s lips trembled with suppressed laughter as the younger woman tried to sniff back her tears with a loud odd sound, something like a cross between a pig’s snort and a car’s honking horn.
Saffi forced herself to smile. “Thanks for helping me.”
When the other girl released another one of her freaky snorts, Carmina’s hand trembled in her effort not to let her laughter out. “It’s…ah…okay.” She cleared her throat, willing the laughter to go away, staring hard at Saffi’s face because she didn’t want to look at the other Gs. They were all laughing silently, those horrible bitches. Couldn’t they see that this girl was completely distraught?
Yet another snort came out from Saffi’s delicate, rosebud-shaped mouth, and Carmina bit her lip hard.
After clearing her throat several times, Carmina told Saffi, “Don’t worry about the backstage pass, hon. We groupies have our own way of getting in.”
Ten minutes later, and Saffi wasn’t sure if she had heard Carmina and the bouncer – who wasn’t the same guy that let her out earlier –were saying.
“Cock knob?” she echoed faintly.
What the heck was that?
~~~
“Err, boss, I think you need to come out.” Bob stood at the doorway of Staffan’s dressing room, glancing over his shoulder worriedly as he spoke.
Staffan bit back an impatient retort, not wanting anyone to know how he was burning to have Saffi March back in his arms again. He had so many plans for her, and the way he had imagined countless ways to make Saffi his had added a throatier tone to his voice and an earthier feel to his moves on stage. The result: pandemonium, with women literally fainting and having to be carried away in stretchers.
“I’m busy.” It had been fifteen minutes since his concert had ended. What the fuck would he do if Saffi never came back? Had what happened onstage too much for her? Also, there was the mystery about her ridiculously sexy as hell outfit for tonight’s concert. Not one in her 357 photos in Facebook had Staffan seen Saffi dressed anything less than preppy and prim, so why had Saffi suddenly shown up practically half naked tonight?
“Boss, you really need---”
“I told you---”
“It’s that girl you made me look for, boss. I’m afraid she’s about to do a cock knob---”
Staffan didn’t hear the rest of what Bob had to say, running past him at those words. And he had never ever run so fast in his entire life. Absolutely no way in hell would Saffi March do that kind of thing for anyone but him!
He spied them seconds later, his eyes widening in horror when he saw Saffi - a mixture of embarrassment and determination on her tiny heart-shaped face –as she reached out to stroke the bouncer’s cock like a knob---a groupie’s way of gaining backstage entry.
“
ALBERT
!”
Saffi jerked her hand away at the roar the same time the bouncer in front her quickly turned his back to her, stiffening at the knowledge that Staffan was calling his name.
She looked at Staffan, who was talking to Bob between clenched teeth. Did he know she was here? She wanted to call his name but felt too shy to.
“Call his name,” Carmina urged.
“I can’t.” She didn’t want Staffan to think she had become an airhead all of a sudden just because he---
“Yoo-hoo!” Carmina yelled loudly, waving her arm. “Staffan, the girl you hand selected is here and she lost her backstage pass!”
Staffan’s head slowly lifted.
Their eyes met, and just that one glance had Saffi running out of oxygen. Oh God, even Staffan appearing mad at her just made him look even more gorgeous.
Staffan took his time crossing the hallway, ignoring the outraged gasps coming from the other women who had backstage passes. The wide-eyed look on Saffi’s face made Staffan want to shake her. Didn’t she realize how close she had been to staining her hands with another man’s cock?
She was his. She had no fucking right to touch any man’s cock for as long as he wanted her.
Staffan’s gaze strayed to her hands, which she was wringing. It made him think about those lovely white hands wrapped around his cock. He froze for a moment then abruptly turned his back to Saffi, not wanting her to see how aroused he was.
It wasn’t the right time yet – not when he still had to make her squirm and force her to tell the truth. What the fuck was she playing at, making him worry that she had left him without any intentions of coming back?
He told Bob what he wanted to happen and stalked back to his dressing room, knowing he needed more than a few moments to get his raging erection back in control.
Bob hurried to Saffi. “You are so dead,” he whispered to her.
Saffi didn’t let Bob drag her away, not when Carmina and the others were also there. She looked over her shoulder.
Carmina blew her a kiss. “Good luck.” Under her breath, she muttered to herself, “You sure will need it.” Carmina had seen the look in the Sex God’s face. Although she wanted a chance to fuck Staffan as well, she knew that it was impossible. That man only had eyes for the girl Staffan’s bodyguard was currently asking to queue up with the other women who had backstage passes.
“Why is there a line?” Carmina heard Saffi ask in confusion.
She mentally shook her head. That was it. Saffi was not a groupie, and she doubted the other girl had ever been one. Any self-respecting G would have known right away what that line was for.
Gs knew what rockstars really were – assholes who were too fucking good on bed --- but Saffi clearly didn’t.
Carmina sighed in exasperation even as she gave Albert a come-hither smile, liking the impressive bulge behind his pants.
Fangirls.
Pinterest, a photo of Staffan Aehrenthal on stage
Starry_eyed4SA: Say hello to my husband (he doesn’t know we’re married).
Staffan sat in front of them, bare-chested, one arm stretched along the back of the leather couch, which spanned the entire length of one wall. As his lazy gaze touched them one by one, Saffi tried to look as cool and at ease as the nine other girls with her inside his dressing room even though she had absolutely no idea what was about to happen.
Surely…surely Staffan wouldn’t be, umm, hand-selecting all of them at the same time?
Staffan managed to stop himself from smirking at the way her gaze flitted about the room, lingering on the other women but never on him. She was the only person here who was not comfortable, the only one who wasn’t able to look at him in the eye.
Good. Maybe in a bit she would cry wolf, and he’d finally understand what she was up to.
“You.”
Mitch, standing next to her, elbowed her none too gently at the side. “He’s talking to you, idiot.”
Staffan’s fingers dug into the couch in an effort to keep him from snatching Saffi away to his side and ordering his security team outside to take the other woman away. That jab must have hurt, dammit.
Saffi turned to him, reluctance visible in her every move.
Again, he was struck at how beautiful she was, how innocent she looked even with her face made up like an exotic belly dancer. “Y-yes?”
He drawled, “How was it earlier?”
She blinked at him, confusion and embarrassment swirling in her eyes.
He raised a brow, unwilling to make it easy for her.
Staffan likes his women slutty
, she reminded herself. Saffi blurted out, “Hot and wet.”
The silence that followed was excruciating.
Oh my God, oh my Lord, did she just freaking say that?
Staffan coughed, to cover his surprise that someone so nerdy she wanted to study fish for life had said something like that. To keep his arousal at bay, he switched his attention to the rest, asking them one question each. When he finished with all ten, he pointed to the three women he wanted to stay – including Saffi of course – and nodded goodbye to all the rest.
Ooooh
. Saffi tried very hard not to show how shocked she was as the other women left – and Mitch was one of them. Saffi pretended not to notice the other woman’s hate-filled gaze just before the door slammed shut behind Mitch.
So that was like an elimination round, Saffi mused, and she had just survived it. She didn’t know if she found the thought amusing or intimidating. Women actually competed just to be his…what? One night stand?
“First time to get selected?” The older woman gliding to her side whispered. Everyone here were older than Saffi, and she wondered uneasily if Staffan would notice it and – worse –hold it against her. Saffi knew a lot of rockstars liked the Lolita type of girls, but Staffan had always been different. Even when he was just starting out, Staffan had been known to date women older than him, women who were so glamorous that they shouldn’t have had given a twenty-something budding rockstar the time of the day.
Realizing the other woman was waiting for her to answer, she lied breezily, “My first time with Staffan. But I, umm, get selected all the time when I tour with, umm---” Saffi madly searched her mind for a famous name that Staffan surely wouldn’t be associated with.
Her gaze fell to the clock on the dressing table, which showed the time
and
temperature.
“
---
Celsius,” she said almost giddily. The boy band from Korea was just starting to be really famous, with their latest single reaching the Top 10 in the US and UK.
In the act of asking another question, Staffan stiffened in incredulous shock when he heard what Saffi and the other woman was talking about.
Did she just say she was a fucking groupie for a boy band?
Saffi felt a little proud of herself when the other woman looked at her with respect. Maybe it was because Celsius was known to be really choosy. She
had
heard something like that about the group from other fangirls.
“You must be really good. I heard they only do girls able to take them at the same time.”
Saffi tried not to choke.