I'm not the kind of guy who would have sex with just any girl. Even in the most debauched setting, it would require someone with whom I have at least a casual acquaintance. For the physical relationship to progress, so too would the connection between the two of us. In other words, I wouldn't bang a girl just because she is hot or popular.
However, there is always an exception. To put it in her words, "the only exception" is Hayley Williams, lead singer for the rock group Paramore. The petite, 5'2" woman in her mid-20s with her pale skin and rocking hot body, especially when she had her blazing red hair, has been my weakness for a long time. Include her insane musical talent, including her excellent singing voice with her terrific style, and it makes her more than enough to be the only celebrity truly worthy of my dirtiest fantasies.
While most of my stories contain at least a kernel of truth or some effort of being realistic, I understand a story of this nature may be a bit absurd. It is meant to be strictly a fantasy, so please forgive those elements that may be deemed incredibly unrealistic. That fantasy goes something like the following . . . .
As soon as I heard Paramore was coming to town, a few of my friends and I went in on tickets. We were all pretty big fans of the band, and the guys in the group agreed with me that Hayley Williams, the lead singer, is a sexy bitch, so the show would have no shortage of entertainment value. The day was marked on our calendars well in advance, and we eagerly awaited what would certainly be a fun night.
We entered some contests for backstage passes but didn't end up winning anything. However, as fate would have it, I did have an out-of-state friend named Alex who had landed a job with the crew that would follow part of the tour with the band. He wouldn't be at every venue at which Paramore would be performing, but he would be at the ones that were within six or seven hours of my city. As a result, he was able to get around the venues and had some inside information on what went on after shows. I would have never thought for him to swing any type of favor for me, though, as I wouldn't put that kind of pressure on a friend.
Instead, though, Alex actually texted me with the idea of sneaking me into the dressing rooms after the show. His text came after the second show he had worked, and there was just one more performance between the previous one and the one that would be in my hometown. Alex couldn't risk getting any of my friends in, he said, but it would be no problem getting one person back there, according to him. He assured me that if I were confident enough, no one would notice just me wandering back there. Apparently, the band and the crew were always too busy partying or something to pay too much mind to a solitary stranger after everyone else had left.
As the day drew closer, I kept my secret to myself because I didn't want to make my friends jealous, but also because I wasn't convinced my friend would or could do what he said. I did talk more and more to Alex leading up to and including that day, and he gave me a little more information about what exactly went on in the dressing room after these shows. Alex told me that, because of the nature of his job, he had actually never gone into the dressing rooms after all the fans had cleared out, but he could tell by the sounds coming from there that some pretty wild stuff was going on. Alex suggested I'd be able to catch Hayley in a brand new context.
I was set to find my buddy after the show and thought so much about what I might experience following the concert that throughout the entire day leading up to the event I thought more about the chance of partying with Hayley than the guarantee of finally getting to see her perform live. I snapped out of it when my friends and I headed over to the venue early for the show and I managed to finally relax and just enjoy the entertainment.
The show was great. We cheered the loudest when Hayley took the stage, her straight hair, at the time, reaching almost to her shoulders, her trademark fiery red. We weren't able to get too close to the stage, but I could still see the perfectly done makeup around her eyes and see how the lights reflected off her beautiful, pale face, which drew even more attention to her ruby red lips. Her outfit wasn't flashy but still sexy, comprised of a black t-shirt that had some logos and words I couldn't really distinguish, very tight and short black shorts and black boots, which came about just a quarter up her shin and had heels on them only an inch or two tall.
The show was incredible, of course. Heck, just watching the sexy singer prance around the stage and sing her lungs out was enough to keep me entertained. The great music was just bonus. But this story isn't a concert review, so I will get to the point. Following the encore, my friends and I hung out for a while before going our separate ways - I to go seek out my buddy, unbeknownst to my other friends. I located him right where he said he would be, and we greeted each other and shot the shit for just a couple minutes, since we hadn't seen each other in quite a while. Before long, though, when the venue was really clearing out, we cut to the chase.
Alex took me through a door that led to another door that led to another door. At that point, I could begin hearing voices as well as some music playing. I quickly identified the song playing as "Fences," one of Paramore's songs.
"They like to crank Hayley's music when they do this," Alex said.
"Do what?" I said as we got closer to the noise that was getting louder and louder.
"After shows, some of the guys like to get Hayley drunk to party with her," Alex said. "Not sure if it's drugs or sex or both. I wish I could go in there myself to find out for sure, but if I can't, then you're the one I want finding out." I wondered why he couldn't go himself; maybe it had something to do with his position. Apparently, I would come off as a local buddy of one of whoever was back here and, thus, able to pull it off without question and without ever being seen again. I'm not sure - how Alex described it didn't really make sense.
I was silent after what Alex said. I was nervous, on one hand because I don't do drugs, so if they were shooting up back there, I didn't even want to see it. On the other hand, if they were doing sexual things, there was a chance it would be weird, especially if there was any bisexual stuff going on. I had significant experience with group sex in the presence of other guys, so I wasn't too nervous about that part, though. Oh, and, yeah, we were talking about Hayley freakin' Williams. Just seeing her at all would be nerve-wracking. Potentially seeing her naked or watching her get fucked, even, made my heart pound but also brought my cock to full life. Up to this point, I hadn't even entertained the idea of having sex with her myself, let alone what was about to transpire.
When we got to the unmarked door from which the noise was coming, Alex said he needed to leave me at this point but insisted if I knocked, they would let me in. Inside, I could hear slurred words, hooting and one distinct feminine voice I assumed to be Hayley's. I had to be shaking. Alex abandoned me there, hurrying off, and I worried that perhaps I was the victim of a horrible prank. Just as "Fences" came to an end, I knocked on the door with nothing to lose.
Without a moment's delay, the door opened up, and a tall, bald white guy opened the door, a beer in his one hand. He looked like your typical intimidating bouncer, but he didn't even hesitate to let me in, welcoming me as if he knew who I was. He was clearly already sloshed. As I looked around to take in the scene I had stumbled in upon, I counted eight or nine other guys who all appeared to be smashed. I didn't recognize any of them, like, from the band or anything. Also, I didn't see any drug use, but that didn't mean it wasn't happening. There was a lot of alcohol though.
I was so entranced by the debauchery I had walked in on that I had momentarily forgotten to look for Hayley. My attention was redirected though once the next song started, "Fast in My Car," the first track off Paramore's new (at the time) album and some loud hoots came from everyone in the room, who turned to face to my right. I snapped to it and looked over myself, my excitement renewed as I anticipated seeing up close and personal my long-time celebrity crush. To say I was not the least bit disappointed is an understatement.
Hayley had been over by the far wall but had begun to strut out into the middle of the room to the beat of her own song, which was just on the intro. My heart stopped, and I couldn't help but develop an instant erection as the petite redhead grinned from ear to ear, flashing her bright white teeth as her pale green eyes shined through the mascara despite the dim lighting in the room. Of course, what was most arousing to me, as Hayley took suggestive steps toward the carpet in front of me, was that Hayley was pulling that tight black t-shirt she had worn on stage up over her head, revealing a pink bra underneath.
The hollering got louder from the men in the room, while I was dead silent, unable to process what I was witnessing. Hayley tossed the shirt aside, not three feet from me, as she stopped in the middle of the room just as the lyrics in the song started. I realized then that "Fast in My Car" had a pretty good beat for a strip tease.
At this point, now that Hayley was not far from me at all, I could tell there was a slight stagger in her steps and that she, too, was indeed drunk. I wondered if she behaved this way on her own initiative or if the guys here got her intoxicated to take advantage of her, but I didn't care. I was living out a highlight in my life either way. Hayley, like everyone else, didn't notice that a total stranger was gawking on with the crowd in that moment. Come to think of it, who knew if there were other strangers in this room just like I?
