Hayley Williams finished her encore performance with a flourish. She left the stage while the crowd surged, cheering for her.
Today's performance had been so intense, more so than usual. She rolled her shoulders, feeling the knots in her back strain. Her tendons pulled taut.
She needed to vent. She needed to do something to relieve this tension and stress. Hayley had been feeling this way for some time-this desire to have her body worked over. She had considered a massage, but ... that just wouldn't cut it tonight.
No, she needed to get fucked.
She deserved to be pampered and worshipped.
She worked hard to entertain. It was only right that she be entertained for once. She could hardly hold back her devious smile. Her fans would certainly love to entertain her.
Hayley stalked to her dressing room to take a shower before the meet and greet began. She took extra care to rid herself of performance grime. The layers of sweat and glitter disappeared down the drain. She donned sexy lingerie under her typical greeting attire. A spritz of perfume, a sexy smirk at her reflection, and she was on her way back to sign some CDs and posters.
She seated herself behind the table and began. She smiled and made small talk with everyone that came to see her. Did you like the show? What's your favorite song from the album? Who should I make this out to? The usual. All the while, she eyed the men in line. There were several good contenders. Three men in particular stood out to her as ideal candidates.
It was hard to pick between them.
Hayley tapped her marker against her lips. A devious idea came to her mind. She smirked to herself, lifting an eyebrow.
She nodded along to the fan rambling to her, enthusiastically.. The fan's excited rush was contagious. Hayley could hardly sit still. She couldn't stop chuckling and grinning.
She didn't have to make a decision. She could have them all.
Any of her fans in the room would delight in taking her. The stars in their eyes said it all. They loved her. They idolized and adored her. The men in this room would worship her, any of them.
And why would she pick only one? Of the three, Hayley deserved to have them all. She was a goddess, afterall.
Hayley beamed at the camera, striking a pose with the fan in line before her first target.
He approached, eyes wide. He was starstruck. There was a splattering of freckles over the bridge of his nose. The constellations between them went well with the stars in his eyes.
He nervously handed over a CD for her to sign. She marked it with her signature, adding a heart at the end.
Hayley leaned forward, motioning him closer with a curl of her finger. "There's a special Q and A after this. You should stay after. I'm only inviting a few lucky fans." She offered a conspiratorial wink.
"Okay," he agreed. His fingertips brushed over hers as he took the now-signed CD from her.
His touch thrilled her. She was reminded of all the stress she was about to have fucked out of her.
Hayley navigated her way through numerous more interactions before she reached her second target.
"Hey," she greeted him with her sulkiest voice, "Thanks for coming to the show." She bit her lip.
He was tall, and easily the handsomest man she had seen in a long time. Maybe it was just her painfully acute horniness, but she just wanted to look at his face until it disappeared between her thighs.
"How could I miss it?" He flashed a toothy grin.
They posed for a casual photo together. After the camera flashed, Hayley took one of his hands in both of hers. "There's a special Q and A after this. Stay for it."
He tilted his chin down towards her. "How could I miss it?" He smiled. When he withdrew from her grasp, the pads of his fingers brushed over her palms, as lightly as if he had touched her lips.
Her nipples were hard through her t-shirt. It wouldn't be long now. She was soaking wet and ready for her fans to ravage her.
The third of her targets was at the very end of line. He stood with a group of his friends, joking around with them while they all waited. Their group approached as one, though they took turns interacting with Hayley. One would ask for a picture, then another would timidly offer something for Hayley to sign. It was cute, how shy they all were being. She had seen them ibantering like a group of rowdy drunks, and now they gazed in silent fascination. They stared like they were looking at god.
Well, she was like a god, wasn't she? Being a creator and an idol is similar to godhood.
Hayley made sure to save the shyest for last. A quiet heartthrob that certainly got her pulse racing.
She signed his poster and handed it back with a folded sticky note she had ready. It read, Congratulations! You have been selected for a private Q&A. Be sure to stay after the signing. :)
He read the note as the group walked away. He trailed behind them for several steps as he unfolded the note. Then, he stopped dead in his tracks.
He turned around, uncertainty and surprise mixed in his nervous expression.
Hayley winked. Her toe traced circles in the air. The anticipation was killing her.
He blushed, then ran up to his friends. The group expressed varying degrees of congratulations and jealousy, then continued on without him.
The room was empty except for those who were invited and those who were paid to be here.
Hayley stood. "Alright, guys. Thanks for the good work today. Go ahead and take a load off. I want to be alone with my special fans." She stretched her arms over her head. Her shirt rose high enough to show her belly button. Her back made a satisfying cracking down the spine.
Some of her security rolled their eyes and headed for the door. They already knew what was happening. A few cast dubious glances to the number of special fans before following.
The rest had to be prompted by their leader to step outside of the room. "Come on, give them some privacy. We'll be right outside, Ms. Williams."
There were two types of security. Those who had worked with Hayley before, and those who hadn't.
Hayley smiled. She waved as they closed the door, "Thank you."
"So, boys," she turned to her three studs. "There's no special Q and A."
