The Groupie
The Groupie
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This one is a work in progress that I'll be updating as I have chapters completed. It might be a long one and/or a slow burn. But the ending to it I think will make it worth it. Hope y'all like it.
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Introduction
Maria Bambos was the latest hotshot reporter with Rolling Stone Magazine. Growing up in Southern California, Maria was no stranger to concerts and music culture. She began writing about concerts and musicians at a young age, and when hired by Rolling Stone, she soon became known for her wit and criticism for various bands touring around the country. Her reviews tend to be scathing, often finding flaws and marketing gimmicks being used by the band. After a few of her articles went viral, she became known as the music critic to look out for.
“I’m not doing it,” Maria protested as she sat in her boss's office.
“Maria,” Dominic Blackwell, Maria’s boss, said trying to ease the tension, “I don’t control which bands are popular and which bands aren’t. The fact of the matter is, Tan Tigre is a hit and we need someone to review their concert.”
Tan Tigre was one of the latest new bands to attempt to recreate the 80s feel of classic hair metal. The band had, however, gained some criticism for their misogynistic lyrics and how they encouraged sexual debauchery on stage.
“I’m not going to expose my self to such a sexist environment Dom,” Maria stated plainly. “The whole band’s schtick is messed up and you know that.”
“Maria, I understand your hesitations. But think of it this way,” Dom tried to pull Maria over to his side, “If the band is really as bad as you say, then expose them. You can write an article showing just how bad the band actually is.”
Maria was considering it. The pride she felt when she brought an awful band down was something she was trying to chase again. She just didn’t know if this band was the one that she wanted to approach. She viewed it as a kind of an easy target. It’s like making an article on how Michael Bay movies don’t portray women well, it isn’t particularly a revelation.
“Fine,” Maria compromised, “I’ll cover the concert. When is it?”
“Tonight,” Dom revealed.
“Tonight?” Maria rose an eyebrow. “That doesn’t give me a lot of time to prepare.”
“Well,” Dom said as he stood up and put on his coat, “Knowing you, I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”
This one is a work in progress that I'll be updating as I have chapters completed. It might be a long one and/or a slow burn. But the ending to it I think will make it worth it. Hope y'all like it.
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Introduction
Maria Bambos was the latest hotshot reporter with Rolling Stone Magazine. Growing up in Southern California, Maria was no stranger to concerts and music culture. She began writing about concerts and musicians at a young age, and when hired by Rolling Stone, she soon became known for her wit and criticism for various bands touring around the country. Her reviews tend to be scathing, often finding flaws and marketing gimmicks being used by the band. After a few of her articles went viral, she became known as the music critic to look out for.
“I’m not doing it,” Maria protested as she sat in her boss's office.
“Maria,” Dominic Blackwell, Maria’s boss, said trying to ease the tension, “I don’t control which bands are popular and which bands aren’t. The fact of the matter is, Tan Tigre is a hit and we need someone to review their concert.”
Tan Tigre was one of the latest new bands to attempt to recreate the 80s feel of classic hair metal. The band had, however, gained some criticism for their misogynistic lyrics and how they encouraged sexual debauchery on stage.
“I’m not going to expose my self to such a sexist environment Dom,” Maria stated plainly. “The whole band’s schtick is messed up and you know that.”
“Maria, I understand your hesitations. But think of it this way,” Dom tried to pull Maria over to his side, “If the band is really as bad as you say, then expose them. You can write an article showing just how bad the band actually is.”
Maria was considering it. The pride she felt when she brought an awful band down was something she was trying to chase again. She just didn’t know if this band was the one that she wanted to approach. She viewed it as a kind of an easy target. It’s like making an article on how Michael Bay movies don’t portray women well, it isn’t particularly a revelation.
“Fine,” Maria compromised, “I’ll cover the concert. When is it?”
“Tonight,” Dom revealed.
“Tonight?” Maria rose an eyebrow. “That doesn’t give me a lot of time to prepare.”
“Well,” Dom said as he stood up and put on his coat, “Knowing you, I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”
Last edited by Mandraek on Wed Mar 18, 2020 3:07 am, edited 1 time in total.
Part One
Maria knew that she couldn’t dress too conservatively at the concert. Each show required a different attire. And she knew that a Tan Tigre concert wouldn’t be something to show off her pantsuit and blazer. When going through her closet she wore her standard black bra and black boy shorts. She picked out a pair of her slightly ripped blue jeans and a graphic tee from an old white Nine Inch Nails concert. She never was a fan of hair metal otherwise she would have worn a hair metal shirt. Maria tied her pair of converse shoes and made her way out the door towards the venue.
Tan Tigre was becoming a pretty big deal. They were selling out venues and were no longer bound to basement venues. They were in a fairly large concert venue for this concert, which meant a ton of people, the types of people that Maria was strongly against. As she approached the venue there were a ton of fans in Tan Tigre merchandise. The guys were dressed to show off their muscles (if they had any) and the girls were dressed as skimpily as possible. Maria was clearly the most covered up of any of the girls that she could see.
Maria made her way through the crowd to the press entrance. She approached the bouncer whose name was BULLIT, or at least that’s what Maria could presume. The word was tattooed across his neck. Bullit was a large built man, around 6 foot 7 inches, far larger than Maria’s 5 foot 3 inches. Maria looked up at him.
“Bullit? Is that your name?” Maria asked.
Bullit just grunted, which Maria took to mean “yes”. Maria pulled her press credentials out of her back pocket and presented them to Bullit who nodded and let her backstage.
Maria made her way through backstage to see a ton of stagehands running around getting ready for the show. Maria began to take notes on the aesthetic of backstage. The language used by all of the stagehands was nothing new but she still wanted to note it. She turned her head to see a man in designer jeans and some cheap designer dress shirt walk up to her. His black hair was slicked back old school Italian Gangster Style. The sound of his flip flops is what alerted her to his presence.
“Hey!” The man yelled at her. “What are you doing back here?”
“Maria Bambos,” Maria explained as she showed the man her press credentials. “Rolling Stone Magazine.”
The man grabbed the pass and examined it closely.
“You aren't supposed to be walking around backstage. You’ll get in the way.” The man said annoyed.
“And who are you?”
“Stevie Sonic.” The man said. “I’m Tan Tigre’s manager.”
“Well, where should I be… Mr. Sonic?” Maria asked somewhat mocking Stevie’s obviously fake name.
“I’ll escort you to the green room. You can talk with the band there.” Stevie said as he grabbed Maria’s wrist, almost yanking her toward the green room.
Maria quickly took a mental note to how she was being treated by the band’s manager. She was escorted to the greenroom where when the door opened the smell of drugs, booze, and sex exploded into Maria’s nose.
Inside the smoke-filled greenroom were the four band members.
Trever Destroyer, the lead singer.
Matt Thundercox, the guitarist.
A man known only as Exxxplosion, the drummer.
And Ricky Lix, the bassist.
The band members all sat around the greenroom smoking and drinking. Around them were approximately ten different girls, all completely naked fawning over the band members. Maria couldn’t believe her eyes. She knew the rockstar lifestyle was crazy and sex-driven, but to be so blunt about it, especially to a critic, was a bold choice.
Maria knew that she couldn’t dress too conservatively at the concert. Each show required a different attire. And she knew that a Tan Tigre concert wouldn’t be something to show off her pantsuit and blazer. When going through her closet she wore her standard black bra and black boy shorts. She picked out a pair of her slightly ripped blue jeans and a graphic tee from an old white Nine Inch Nails concert. She never was a fan of hair metal otherwise she would have worn a hair metal shirt. Maria tied her pair of converse shoes and made her way out the door towards the venue.
Tan Tigre was becoming a pretty big deal. They were selling out venues and were no longer bound to basement venues. They were in a fairly large concert venue for this concert, which meant a ton of people, the types of people that Maria was strongly against. As she approached the venue there were a ton of fans in Tan Tigre merchandise. The guys were dressed to show off their muscles (if they had any) and the girls were dressed as skimpily as possible. Maria was clearly the most covered up of any of the girls that she could see.
Maria made her way through the crowd to the press entrance. She approached the bouncer whose name was BULLIT, or at least that’s what Maria could presume. The word was tattooed across his neck. Bullit was a large built man, around 6 foot 7 inches, far larger than Maria’s 5 foot 3 inches. Maria looked up at him.
“Bullit? Is that your name?” Maria asked.
Bullit just grunted, which Maria took to mean “yes”. Maria pulled her press credentials out of her back pocket and presented them to Bullit who nodded and let her backstage.
Maria made her way through backstage to see a ton of stagehands running around getting ready for the show. Maria began to take notes on the aesthetic of backstage. The language used by all of the stagehands was nothing new but she still wanted to note it. She turned her head to see a man in designer jeans and some cheap designer dress shirt walk up to her. His black hair was slicked back old school Italian Gangster Style. The sound of his flip flops is what alerted her to his presence.
“Hey!” The man yelled at her. “What are you doing back here?”
“Maria Bambos,” Maria explained as she showed the man her press credentials. “Rolling Stone Magazine.”
The man grabbed the pass and examined it closely.
“You aren't supposed to be walking around backstage. You’ll get in the way.” The man said annoyed.
“And who are you?”
“Stevie Sonic.” The man said. “I’m Tan Tigre’s manager.”
“Well, where should I be… Mr. Sonic?” Maria asked somewhat mocking Stevie’s obviously fake name.
“I’ll escort you to the green room. You can talk with the band there.” Stevie said as he grabbed Maria’s wrist, almost yanking her toward the green room.
Maria quickly took a mental note to how she was being treated by the band’s manager. She was escorted to the greenroom where when the door opened the smell of drugs, booze, and sex exploded into Maria’s nose.
Inside the smoke-filled greenroom were the four band members.
Trever Destroyer, the lead singer.
Matt Thundercox, the guitarist.
A man known only as Exxxplosion, the drummer.
And Ricky Lix, the bassist.
The band members all sat around the greenroom smoking and drinking. Around them were approximately ten different girls, all completely naked fawning over the band members. Maria couldn’t believe her eyes. She knew the rockstar lifestyle was crazy and sex-driven, but to be so blunt about it, especially to a critic, was a bold choice.
Part Two
“Wow,” Maria stated louder than she intended. The band members looked up at her, taking a quick break from the vices. Their confusion was clear. What was this not naked girl doing in their greenroom?
“Aye!” Thundercox exclaimed, “Who’s the nun?”
Maria rolled her eyes at being compared to a nun just for wearing a tee-shirt and jeans, but she pulled out her notebook and wrote it down. She was planning on writing down all of the sexist comments given to her by the band members.
“Cool it, dudes,” Stevie directed. “This one’s a journalist.”
The band members shifted in their chairs, all of them except Exxxplosion who appeared to be passed out. The band members were trying to figure out how to hide all of their illegal drugs from the prying eyes of a reporter, something Maria noticed before rolling said prying eyes.
“You don’t have to hide the drugs.” Maria said, “I’m not a narc. I just want to get a few quotes for my article.”
“Hehe,” Ricky chuckled to himself. “You want a quote? How about this quote!”
Ricky then proceeded to whip his dick out and flash Maria, something she barely reacted to, instead choosing just to make eye contact with him. The nude groupies around him, however, were drinking in his cock.
“Not really a quote.” Maria pointed out as she took notes in her notebook. “But thank you anyway.”
“What do you want to know?” Destroyer asked as he did a line of coke off a groupies breasts.
“Well,” Maria started, “I’d first like to know why there are so many nude women in the greenroom. It’s a little, much wouldn’t you say?”
“I’d say we could use even more!” Ricky exclaimed, “Always room for more nude bitches around here!”
Maria jotted down her notes.
“We need it for the image.” Destroyer said plainly. “We’re a metal band that focuses on dirty deeds. We have to show that we do the dirty deeds.”
“And you can’t accomplish that without the nude girls?” Maria asked.
“If your job requires you to be surrounded by adoring nude goddesses,” Destroyer explained, “well, you wouldn’t look a horse in the nose. Or whatever the saying is.”
“You don’t look a gift horse in the mouth,” Maria corrected.
“Sure,” Destroyer took her word for it. A nude groupie at his lap as he put his arm around her. “All I’m saying is, the job requires it. So why would I stop it?”
Maria wrote a few notes down, she was surprised at how nonchalant and plainly spoken Destroyer was being.
“And besides,” Destroyer said, “It amps up a few of the band members.”
“Such as?” Maria questioned. As she did, Thundercox stood up and walked a groupie over to the passed out Exxxplosion. Thundercox slapped the groupie on the ass, prompting the groupie to crawl up and sit on Exxxplosion’s face. After a brief moment, Exxxplosion woke up and immediately began motor boating the groupies pussy. He threw her off and onto the couch before standing up and howling like a wolf at midnight. Maria quickly noted such activity in her notebook. Unfortunately for her, Exxxplosion took offense to such behavior.
“Who da slut?” Exxxplosion demanded answers regarding Maria’s presence. Before Maria had even a moment to explain herself, Exxxplosion grabbed a pint of beer and dumped it on her. Maria yelped as she was soon drenched in beer, and more importantly, her shirt was soaked completely through, making it see-through.
Maria’s C-cup breasts were illuminated through her shirt, being held up only by her black bra.
“What the hell!” Maria yelled.
“Ex!” Destroyer yelled out. “Not cool man!”
“Here, right this way Miss Bambos.” Stevie instructed, “We can get you cleaned up and put in a new Tan Tigre shirt.”
“Wow,” Maria stated louder than she intended. The band members looked up at her, taking a quick break from the vices. Their confusion was clear. What was this not naked girl doing in their greenroom?
“Aye!” Thundercox exclaimed, “Who’s the nun?”
Maria rolled her eyes at being compared to a nun just for wearing a tee-shirt and jeans, but she pulled out her notebook and wrote it down. She was planning on writing down all of the sexist comments given to her by the band members.
“Cool it, dudes,” Stevie directed. “This one’s a journalist.”
The band members shifted in their chairs, all of them except Exxxplosion who appeared to be passed out. The band members were trying to figure out how to hide all of their illegal drugs from the prying eyes of a reporter, something Maria noticed before rolling said prying eyes.
“You don’t have to hide the drugs.” Maria said, “I’m not a narc. I just want to get a few quotes for my article.”
“Hehe,” Ricky chuckled to himself. “You want a quote? How about this quote!”
Ricky then proceeded to whip his dick out and flash Maria, something she barely reacted to, instead choosing just to make eye contact with him. The nude groupies around him, however, were drinking in his cock.
“Not really a quote.” Maria pointed out as she took notes in her notebook. “But thank you anyway.”
“What do you want to know?” Destroyer asked as he did a line of coke off a groupies breasts.
“Well,” Maria started, “I’d first like to know why there are so many nude women in the greenroom. It’s a little, much wouldn’t you say?”
“I’d say we could use even more!” Ricky exclaimed, “Always room for more nude bitches around here!”
Maria jotted down her notes.
“We need it for the image.” Destroyer said plainly. “We’re a metal band that focuses on dirty deeds. We have to show that we do the dirty deeds.”
“And you can’t accomplish that without the nude girls?” Maria asked.
“If your job requires you to be surrounded by adoring nude goddesses,” Destroyer explained, “well, you wouldn’t look a horse in the nose. Or whatever the saying is.”
“You don’t look a gift horse in the mouth,” Maria corrected.
“Sure,” Destroyer took her word for it. A nude groupie at his lap as he put his arm around her. “All I’m saying is, the job requires it. So why would I stop it?”
Maria wrote a few notes down, she was surprised at how nonchalant and plainly spoken Destroyer was being.
“And besides,” Destroyer said, “It amps up a few of the band members.”
“Such as?” Maria questioned. As she did, Thundercox stood up and walked a groupie over to the passed out Exxxplosion. Thundercox slapped the groupie on the ass, prompting the groupie to crawl up and sit on Exxxplosion’s face. After a brief moment, Exxxplosion woke up and immediately began motor boating the groupies pussy. He threw her off and onto the couch before standing up and howling like a wolf at midnight. Maria quickly noted such activity in her notebook. Unfortunately for her, Exxxplosion took offense to such behavior.
“Who da slut?” Exxxplosion demanded answers regarding Maria’s presence. Before Maria had even a moment to explain herself, Exxxplosion grabbed a pint of beer and dumped it on her. Maria yelped as she was soon drenched in beer, and more importantly, her shirt was soaked completely through, making it see-through.
Maria’s C-cup breasts were illuminated through her shirt, being held up only by her black bra.
“What the hell!” Maria yelled.
“Ex!” Destroyer yelled out. “Not cool man!”
“Here, right this way Miss Bambos.” Stevie instructed, “We can get you cleaned up and put in a new Tan Tigre shirt.”
Part Three
Stevie lead Maria out of the greenroom and towards a merchandise booth. Maria was infuriated. She had her arms crossed the entire time s Stevie lead her around the venue. She also kept her arms crossed because her shirt was becoming see-through, and her black bra was pretty visible under her mostly white shirt.
Now Maria had been dressed scantily in other concerts. She had gone to raves in basically a bikini top before, but the venue and, more specifically, the people that were at the show were not people she wanted to be almost topless in front of.
Stevie lead Maria over to the merch table, and a teenage kid was smoking and running it.
“What size shirt do you wear?” Stevie asked.
“Medium.” Maria gritted through her teeth.
Stevie looked over at the teenager running the table, who just shook his head back at him.
“They don’t have mediums,” Stevie informed Maria,
“Well, then large. I don’t give a shit; I just want a dry shirt.” Maria started getting increasingly annoyed.
The booth boy just laughed.
“We don’t sell to fatties,” The teenager said.
“What do you have then?” Maria said as she could feel her head about to explode.
The teenager tossed her a shirt. As Maria looked at it, the picture on it was a woman flashing her breasts with the words “TAN TIGRE” blasted on the front. The other thing Maria noticed was that not only was it a size small, but it was also a crop top.
“This is all you have?” Maria asked, almost insulted by the results.
“It’s all Tan Tigre girls want.” The teen said.
Maria took a deep breath before rolling her eyes. She knew this was going into the article.
“Whatever,” Maria said, accepting her fate, “Where can I change?”
“Right here, where else?” Stevie said bluntly. Maria quickly rose an eyebrow.
“You can’t actually think I’m going to take my top off in front of you.” Maria said, “Show me where the bathroom is or something.”
“No can do.” Stevie said, “bathrooms have a line around the corner. It would be an hour before you could get a stall.”
Maria sighed and shook her head.
“Fine,” Maria said as she turned her back to Stevie and the teenager. She took a deep breath before peeling her graphic tee off. She felt a shiver down her spine as her bareback, shoulders, and stomach touched the air and the eyes of the chauvinists watching her. She thanked herself for wearing her black bra and not a bralette or her lace bra, or worse braless.
Maria pulled the crop top on, and unfortunately, her breasts were just too large. The shirt came to just her underwire if she lifted her arms; her entire bra would be showing. Maria turned back to face the two boys, who were practically drooling as they watched her change her shirt. Stevie quickly snapped out of it, though.
“There,” Stevie said, “Happy now?”
“No,” Maria stated. “Can I talk to the groupies?”
Stevie lead Maria out of the greenroom and towards a merchandise booth. Maria was infuriated. She had her arms crossed the entire time s Stevie lead her around the venue. She also kept her arms crossed because her shirt was becoming see-through, and her black bra was pretty visible under her mostly white shirt.
Now Maria had been dressed scantily in other concerts. She had gone to raves in basically a bikini top before, but the venue and, more specifically, the people that were at the show were not people she wanted to be almost topless in front of.
Stevie lead Maria over to the merch table, and a teenage kid was smoking and running it.
“What size shirt do you wear?” Stevie asked.
“Medium.” Maria gritted through her teeth.
Stevie looked over at the teenager running the table, who just shook his head back at him.
“They don’t have mediums,” Stevie informed Maria,
“Well, then large. I don’t give a shit; I just want a dry shirt.” Maria started getting increasingly annoyed.
The booth boy just laughed.
“We don’t sell to fatties,” The teenager said.
“What do you have then?” Maria said as she could feel her head about to explode.
The teenager tossed her a shirt. As Maria looked at it, the picture on it was a woman flashing her breasts with the words “TAN TIGRE” blasted on the front. The other thing Maria noticed was that not only was it a size small, but it was also a crop top.
“This is all you have?” Maria asked, almost insulted by the results.
“It’s all Tan Tigre girls want.” The teen said.
Maria took a deep breath before rolling her eyes. She knew this was going into the article.
“Whatever,” Maria said, accepting her fate, “Where can I change?”
“Right here, where else?” Stevie said bluntly. Maria quickly rose an eyebrow.
“You can’t actually think I’m going to take my top off in front of you.” Maria said, “Show me where the bathroom is or something.”
“No can do.” Stevie said, “bathrooms have a line around the corner. It would be an hour before you could get a stall.”
Maria sighed and shook her head.
“Fine,” Maria said as she turned her back to Stevie and the teenager. She took a deep breath before peeling her graphic tee off. She felt a shiver down her spine as her bareback, shoulders, and stomach touched the air and the eyes of the chauvinists watching her. She thanked herself for wearing her black bra and not a bralette or her lace bra, or worse braless.
Maria pulled the crop top on, and unfortunately, her breasts were just too large. The shirt came to just her underwire if she lifted her arms; her entire bra would be showing. Maria turned back to face the two boys, who were practically drooling as they watched her change her shirt. Stevie quickly snapped out of it, though.
“There,” Stevie said, “Happy now?”
“No,” Maria stated. “Can I talk to the groupies?”
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Re: The Groupie
Don't mind him, or do, because I'd like to see where this story goes.Guest wrote: ↑Tue Mar 17, 2020 8:32 pmpost more, youre pretty slow
Re: The Groupie
For those that don't write stories, please understand that none of us are paid for this. We do this in our free time and for fun. Sometimes life gets in the way and we can't be as on top of our stuff as we'd like. Here is the rest of the story. Please be mindful of the free content you comment on.
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Part Four
Maria made her way back to the greenroom. At this point, she knew the article was not about Tan Tigre but about the women surrounding Tan Tigre. If this is how she had been treated, obviously the groupies must be seeing something else. By the time she made her way back into the green room, the band members had already left and were getting ready to start the show.
Maria entered the green room to see the various groupies wearing robes sitting around and smoking and socializing.
“Hey, you’re the one that got the beer poured all over her right?” One of the groupies asked as Maria scanned the room.
“Yeah, Maria Bambos,” Maria introduced herself. “I’m writing an article for Rolling Stone about how girls are treated at Tan Tigre concerts.”
Oh,” a groupie said while putting out her cigarette in the ash tray labeled “Tan Tigre World Tour 2013”. “We could talk about that for hours. My name is Himari by the way.”
And just as the conversation was finally going in Maria’s direction, the door to the green room swung open violently as Bullit came walking in.
“Groupies in the waiting area,” Bullit demanded, “Now!”
All of the groupies stood up and started walking out of the room.
“Hey!” Maria said annoyed that once again she was getting pulled from her story. “I’m conducting an interview here!”
And as Maria stated such, the sounds of loud electric guitars and thunderous drums filled the venue, almost making everyone deaf.
“We have a concert to run!” Bullit said back, “And that’s more important than your little story.”
Bullit ushered the groupies away from the greenroom and away from Maria. Maria gritted her teeth and she snuck around and followed them.
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Part Four
Maria made her way back to the greenroom. At this point, she knew the article was not about Tan Tigre but about the women surrounding Tan Tigre. If this is how she had been treated, obviously the groupies must be seeing something else. By the time she made her way back into the green room, the band members had already left and were getting ready to start the show.
Maria entered the green room to see the various groupies wearing robes sitting around and smoking and socializing.
“Hey, you’re the one that got the beer poured all over her right?” One of the groupies asked as Maria scanned the room.
“Yeah, Maria Bambos,” Maria introduced herself. “I’m writing an article for Rolling Stone about how girls are treated at Tan Tigre concerts.”
Oh,” a groupie said while putting out her cigarette in the ash tray labeled “Tan Tigre World Tour 2013”. “We could talk about that for hours. My name is Himari by the way.”
And just as the conversation was finally going in Maria’s direction, the door to the green room swung open violently as Bullit came walking in.
“Groupies in the waiting area,” Bullit demanded, “Now!”
All of the groupies stood up and started walking out of the room.
“Hey!” Maria said annoyed that once again she was getting pulled from her story. “I’m conducting an interview here!”
And as Maria stated such, the sounds of loud electric guitars and thunderous drums filled the venue, almost making everyone deaf.
“We have a concert to run!” Bullit said back, “And that’s more important than your little story.”
Bullit ushered the groupies away from the greenroom and away from Maria. Maria gritted her teeth and she snuck around and followed them.
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Part Five
Maria snuck behind the group of groupies who were being escorted by Bullit and a few other men around backstage. Eventually, the group came to a door that the groupies were promptly shoved through before slamming the door closed behind them. Bullit noticed Maria sneaking around and grabbed her shoulder.
“Listen Miss Bambos.” Bullit said, “This room is only for groupies. It’s part of the magic of the show that we can’t let anyone else in. Capeesh?”
Maria pulled her shoulder back away from Bullit’s hand as he shrugged.
“I’m just a security man, I’d lose my job if you got in there,” Bullit said as he walked away.
Maria approached the door and tried to open it. Locked, unsurprisingly. Maria looked around to see if there was any way that she could still get into the room from the outside. Maria walked down the hallway until she reached the women’s bathroom. Maria entered the bathroom and looked around, no one was in there. Presumably, they were all out watching the concert take place.
Maria looked around and saw an air vent, which she imagined led to the room in some capacity. Maria walked over and stepped on the toilet seat to boost her up towards the air vent. It was still a little bit out of her reach. Maria jumped up slightly and was able to grab and rip off the vent grill to give her an opening into the vent. But she lost her balance a bit. She knew she had to be careful. Her converse shoes were slipping around as she stood on the toilet seat. She thought she would have better traction if she was barefoot.
Maria put the vent grill down and looked up at her opening before sitting down on the toilet seat and untying her shoes. She pulled them off as well as her socks and stashed them behind the toilet so she could come back for them later.
Maria stood back on the toilet seat, now barefoot, and looked up at the opening. Her stance was a lot more solid with her bare feet and in one quick jump, she grabbed the vent and pulled her up inside of it.
Maria snuck behind the group of groupies who were being escorted by Bullit and a few other men around backstage. Eventually, the group came to a door that the groupies were promptly shoved through before slamming the door closed behind them. Bullit noticed Maria sneaking around and grabbed her shoulder.
“Listen Miss Bambos.” Bullit said, “This room is only for groupies. It’s part of the magic of the show that we can’t let anyone else in. Capeesh?”
Maria pulled her shoulder back away from Bullit’s hand as he shrugged.
“I’m just a security man, I’d lose my job if you got in there,” Bullit said as he walked away.
Maria approached the door and tried to open it. Locked, unsurprisingly. Maria looked around to see if there was any way that she could still get into the room from the outside. Maria walked down the hallway until she reached the women’s bathroom. Maria entered the bathroom and looked around, no one was in there. Presumably, they were all out watching the concert take place.
Maria looked around and saw an air vent, which she imagined led to the room in some capacity. Maria walked over and stepped on the toilet seat to boost her up towards the air vent. It was still a little bit out of her reach. Maria jumped up slightly and was able to grab and rip off the vent grill to give her an opening into the vent. But she lost her balance a bit. She knew she had to be careful. Her converse shoes were slipping around as she stood on the toilet seat. She thought she would have better traction if she was barefoot.
Maria put the vent grill down and looked up at her opening before sitting down on the toilet seat and untying her shoes. She pulled them off as well as her socks and stashed them behind the toilet so she could come back for them later.
Maria stood back on the toilet seat, now barefoot, and looked up at the opening. Her stance was a lot more solid with her bare feet and in one quick jump, she grabbed the vent and pulled her up inside of it.
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Part Six
Now inside the vent, Maria crawled on all fours around the venue. She was able to pick up on what some of the stagehands were talking about, nothing really interesting. They were more focused on what they were going to drink when the show ended than anything else.
Maria continued to crawl around and navigate the air vents. She didn’t know the layout of the venue, and she especially didn’t know the airflow or anything like that. It was hot, she was sweating in the vents and breathing heavily. She also felt like she was getting lost. She felt like she had been crawling around in the vents for what felt like hours but the logical part of her brain reminded her it has been only a few minutes.
As Maria continued to crawl around looking for this elusive room that the groupies were placed in, she felt a snag on her crop top shirt. Maria turned her head to see that the shoulder of the shirt was snagged on a screw in the ventilation. Crawling around the vents didn’t give Maria a lot of leverage to undo the snag.
Maria began to back up a but the screw still held on to the shirt. Maria reached and tried to pull the shirt loose from the screw but was having no such luck. Maria sighed as she believed that if she was wearing her original shirt this wouldn’t have happened but instead she was wearing this stupid Tan Tigre shirt. In her frustration, Maria grabbed the shirt and attempted to pull it loose.
Her plan was that she would just cause a small hole in the shirt. No big deal. She was probably going to throw the shirt in the trash when she got home anyway. Unfortunately, as she pulled the shirt, it ripped completely in half! Suddenly what barely held the qualifications of a shirt became something that barely held the qualifications of a rag. Maria tried to hold the shirt together but there was no point. There was no coverage for her to use with it, she had to abandon it.
Maria left the shirt in the vent as she continued to crawl. Luckily the heat was slightly more tolerable as she was now wearing only her bra and jeans.
Eventually, Maria peered down and saw that below her was the room of groupies she was able to tell because the room was filled with completely naked girls. Maria pushed the vent grill open and shouted down towards the girls.
“Himari!” Maria shouted,
A nude Himari, as well as the rest of the girls for that matter, looked up at Maria who was peering down from the vent above.
“I want to finish the interview!” Maria said enthusiastically with the delight that her plan might have actually worked.
“Maria?” Himari asked, “What are you doing up there?”
“No time to explain!” Maria said as she began to wiggle out of the vent, only to find her hips stuck in the vent.
Maria looked back. It seemed as if this vent opening was smaller than the one she entered in. And her wide and thick hips seemed to be caught in the vent. Maria put her arms forward and towards the groupies.
“Can you guys help me out?” Maria asked.
A few groupies grabbed Maria’s arms and began to tug and pull her from the vent. Maria wiggled her hips a bit to maybe get some leverage before, POP!
Maria found her self on the ground of the room, surrounded by nude groupies. As Maria gained her footing she noticed that her ripped blue jeans were completely missing. Maria looked up and saw them caught in the vent still. Maria got up and jumped up to grab them but it was no use. The vents were much higher in this room and without any kind of boost, there was no way she could grab her jeans.
So Maria found herself in only her black bra and her black boy short underwear, but she was still the most overdressed girl in the room.
Now inside the vent, Maria crawled on all fours around the venue. She was able to pick up on what some of the stagehands were talking about, nothing really interesting. They were more focused on what they were going to drink when the show ended than anything else.
Maria continued to crawl around and navigate the air vents. She didn’t know the layout of the venue, and she especially didn’t know the airflow or anything like that. It was hot, she was sweating in the vents and breathing heavily. She also felt like she was getting lost. She felt like she had been crawling around in the vents for what felt like hours but the logical part of her brain reminded her it has been only a few minutes.
As Maria continued to crawl around looking for this elusive room that the groupies were placed in, she felt a snag on her crop top shirt. Maria turned her head to see that the shoulder of the shirt was snagged on a screw in the ventilation. Crawling around the vents didn’t give Maria a lot of leverage to undo the snag.
Maria began to back up a but the screw still held on to the shirt. Maria reached and tried to pull the shirt loose from the screw but was having no such luck. Maria sighed as she believed that if she was wearing her original shirt this wouldn’t have happened but instead she was wearing this stupid Tan Tigre shirt. In her frustration, Maria grabbed the shirt and attempted to pull it loose.
Her plan was that she would just cause a small hole in the shirt. No big deal. She was probably going to throw the shirt in the trash when she got home anyway. Unfortunately, as she pulled the shirt, it ripped completely in half! Suddenly what barely held the qualifications of a shirt became something that barely held the qualifications of a rag. Maria tried to hold the shirt together but there was no point. There was no coverage for her to use with it, she had to abandon it.
Maria left the shirt in the vent as she continued to crawl. Luckily the heat was slightly more tolerable as she was now wearing only her bra and jeans.
Eventually, Maria peered down and saw that below her was the room of groupies she was able to tell because the room was filled with completely naked girls. Maria pushed the vent grill open and shouted down towards the girls.
“Himari!” Maria shouted,
A nude Himari, as well as the rest of the girls for that matter, looked up at Maria who was peering down from the vent above.
“I want to finish the interview!” Maria said enthusiastically with the delight that her plan might have actually worked.
“Maria?” Himari asked, “What are you doing up there?”
“No time to explain!” Maria said as she began to wiggle out of the vent, only to find her hips stuck in the vent.
Maria looked back. It seemed as if this vent opening was smaller than the one she entered in. And her wide and thick hips seemed to be caught in the vent. Maria put her arms forward and towards the groupies.
“Can you guys help me out?” Maria asked.
A few groupies grabbed Maria’s arms and began to tug and pull her from the vent. Maria wiggled her hips a bit to maybe get some leverage before, POP!
Maria found her self on the ground of the room, surrounded by nude groupies. As Maria gained her footing she noticed that her ripped blue jeans were completely missing. Maria looked up and saw them caught in the vent still. Maria got up and jumped up to grab them but it was no use. The vents were much higher in this room and without any kind of boost, there was no way she could grab her jeans.
So Maria found herself in only her black bra and her black boy short underwear, but she was still the most overdressed girl in the room.
Re: The Groupie
Part Seven
Maria couldn’t believe her luck to find herself almost naked in such a gross concert. But she had to act quickly. Her notebook was in the pocket of her jeans, where were now out of her reach, so she had to go just off verbal recollection and memory.
“Himari,” Maria said with a mixture of both panic and excitement, “Tell me about what it’s like to be a groupie for Tan Tigre!”
As much as her state of dress made Maria uncomfortable, she did love the progress she was making on the case it was finally coming together.
“The biggest concern is the crucifixion,” Himari stated.
Maria’s eyebrow shot up.
“The crucifixion?” Maria said not knowing what Himari was talking about.
“Yeah…” Himari said, “You don’t know bout the crucifixion?”
Maria opened her mouth to respond but as she did, she heard the door to the room swing open. Himari’s eyes widened as she looked at Maria.
“You can’t be here!” Himari whispered to Maria. “This room is for groupies only! You’ll be kicked from the venue if you are found in here.”
Maria’s eyes darted around. If she was kicked from the venue, she would be kicked out as she is dressed. Being dressed in only her underwear was nerve-racking enough being in this room where she is, if anything, overdressed. But if she was out in public like this she would die of embarrassment!
“I have to blend in,” Maria said.
It was her only hope, there were easily 20 plus nude girls in the room. What would be one more? She just had to make sure that she didn’t come off as anyone other than a groupie.
Maria made her way over to a corner of the room. Maria took a deep breath as she could believe what she was about to do. But in her mind, she had no choice.
Maria unhooked her bra and pulled it off, suddenly her 36D cup breasts were free and her nipples almost immediately hardened. Maria placed the bra on the ground in the corner of the room before gulping. She placed her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her underwear and lowered them to the ground, placing them next to her bra. Her shaved pussy was now exposed to the world, or at least this room.
In a bizarre turn of events, Maria found herself naked as the day she was born at of all places, a Tan Tigre concert.
The only thing that wasn’t completely a negative is that she was in a room filled with naked girls, and there is no way they would single her out. Right?
Maria couldn’t believe her luck to find herself almost naked in such a gross concert. But she had to act quickly. Her notebook was in the pocket of her jeans, where were now out of her reach, so she had to go just off verbal recollection and memory.
“Himari,” Maria said with a mixture of both panic and excitement, “Tell me about what it’s like to be a groupie for Tan Tigre!”
As much as her state of dress made Maria uncomfortable, she did love the progress she was making on the case it was finally coming together.
“The biggest concern is the crucifixion,” Himari stated.
Maria’s eyebrow shot up.
“The crucifixion?” Maria said not knowing what Himari was talking about.
“Yeah…” Himari said, “You don’t know bout the crucifixion?”
Maria opened her mouth to respond but as she did, she heard the door to the room swing open. Himari’s eyes widened as she looked at Maria.
“You can’t be here!” Himari whispered to Maria. “This room is for groupies only! You’ll be kicked from the venue if you are found in here.”
Maria’s eyes darted around. If she was kicked from the venue, she would be kicked out as she is dressed. Being dressed in only her underwear was nerve-racking enough being in this room where she is, if anything, overdressed. But if she was out in public like this she would die of embarrassment!
“I have to blend in,” Maria said.
It was her only hope, there were easily 20 plus nude girls in the room. What would be one more? She just had to make sure that she didn’t come off as anyone other than a groupie.
Maria made her way over to a corner of the room. Maria took a deep breath as she could believe what she was about to do. But in her mind, she had no choice.
Maria unhooked her bra and pulled it off, suddenly her 36D cup breasts were free and her nipples almost immediately hardened. Maria placed the bra on the ground in the corner of the room before gulping. She placed her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her underwear and lowered them to the ground, placing them next to her bra. Her shaved pussy was now exposed to the world, or at least this room.
In a bizarre turn of events, Maria found herself naked as the day she was born at of all places, a Tan Tigre concert.
The only thing that wasn’t completely a negative is that she was in a room filled with naked girls, and there is no way they would single her out. Right?
Re: The Groupie
Part Eight
“Alright ladies!” A stagehand shouted, “Get into formation!”
All of the groupies began to shuffle, Maria did her best to keep with the rhythm to show that she belonged but her nerves were killing her. Her heart was in her throat as she shifted around with the nude girls.
Maria began to notice that all of the girls were ‘getting into formation’. What this apparently meant was that the girls lined the perimeter of the walls, with only their asses being shown. Their faces were to be facing the wall. This was beneficial to Maria at least because this meant that only her ass would be exposed to third parties.
Maria and the groupies took their positions as the room fell silent.
“It is time to figure out which of you will be crucified today!” The stagehand shouted gleefully. The stagehand was accompanied by another man who was walking around inspecting all of the nude groupies.
The stagehand walked up to a blonde girl who’s ass was as plump as a peach. The stagehand grabbed the girl's ass, with each cheek in a different hand and squeezed. The stagehands moved on to the next girl, the other man reached around and took a feel of the groupie's tits, moving and messaging them. The girl opened her mouth and let out a slight moan as the stagehand played with her nipple.
The two stagehands looked at each other.
“Listen man,” One stagehand said, “I can’t pick one out. They are all great.”
“Well let’s get the master to pick one of them!” The other stagehand said.
Suddenly the two left the room, all the girls stayed in formation. Maria turned her head to the groupie next to her.
“What’s the crucifixion?” Maria asked still not understanding the full perimeters of the situation.
“What you don’t know?” The groupie said before the door swung open once again.
“Time for the master to pick out a prey!” A familiar voice yelled out.
Maria’s eyes widened as she recognized the voice.
“Which bitch will be crucified today?” Stevie Sonic teased the groupies.
Stevie made is way around the perimeter until he eventually found himself behind Maria. Maria breathed heavily through her nose as she was standing completely naked in front of someone who was just oogling her body before, and that was when she was only missing a shirt. Now her round and thick bare ass was exposed to him. She just had to pray that he didn’t recognize her from the back. Her nerves were like lightning and she tried her best not to tremble.
“This room is only groupies right?” Stevie asked one of the stagehands.
“Of course!” The stagehand confirmed. “Bullit made sure of it!”
Stevie reached forward and pinched Maria’s ass, making her jump slightly. Stevie the pulled his finger up her ass, onto her bareback before tapping the butterfly tattoo he saw earlier.
“This one,” Stevie said as he spun Maria around.
Maria looked Stevie in the eyes as Stevie took in and was practically drooling over her naked body.
“This one gets crucified.”
“Alright ladies!” A stagehand shouted, “Get into formation!”
All of the groupies began to shuffle, Maria did her best to keep with the rhythm to show that she belonged but her nerves were killing her. Her heart was in her throat as she shifted around with the nude girls.
Maria began to notice that all of the girls were ‘getting into formation’. What this apparently meant was that the girls lined the perimeter of the walls, with only their asses being shown. Their faces were to be facing the wall. This was beneficial to Maria at least because this meant that only her ass would be exposed to third parties.
Maria and the groupies took their positions as the room fell silent.
“It is time to figure out which of you will be crucified today!” The stagehand shouted gleefully. The stagehand was accompanied by another man who was walking around inspecting all of the nude groupies.
The stagehand walked up to a blonde girl who’s ass was as plump as a peach. The stagehand grabbed the girl's ass, with each cheek in a different hand and squeezed. The stagehands moved on to the next girl, the other man reached around and took a feel of the groupie's tits, moving and messaging them. The girl opened her mouth and let out a slight moan as the stagehand played with her nipple.
The two stagehands looked at each other.
“Listen man,” One stagehand said, “I can’t pick one out. They are all great.”
“Well let’s get the master to pick one of them!” The other stagehand said.
Suddenly the two left the room, all the girls stayed in formation. Maria turned her head to the groupie next to her.
“What’s the crucifixion?” Maria asked still not understanding the full perimeters of the situation.
“What you don’t know?” The groupie said before the door swung open once again.
“Time for the master to pick out a prey!” A familiar voice yelled out.
Maria’s eyes widened as she recognized the voice.
“Which bitch will be crucified today?” Stevie Sonic teased the groupies.
Stevie made is way around the perimeter until he eventually found himself behind Maria. Maria breathed heavily through her nose as she was standing completely naked in front of someone who was just oogling her body before, and that was when she was only missing a shirt. Now her round and thick bare ass was exposed to him. She just had to pray that he didn’t recognize her from the back. Her nerves were like lightning and she tried her best not to tremble.
“This room is only groupies right?” Stevie asked one of the stagehands.
“Of course!” The stagehand confirmed. “Bullit made sure of it!”
Stevie reached forward and pinched Maria’s ass, making her jump slightly. Stevie the pulled his finger up her ass, onto her bareback before tapping the butterfly tattoo he saw earlier.
“This one,” Stevie said as he spun Maria around.
Maria looked Stevie in the eyes as Stevie took in and was practically drooling over her naked body.
“This one gets crucified.”
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