Chapter 1

I love him. There isn’t another way to say it. I love Brandon Johnson from Twisted. The newest hard rock band on the scene. Brandon is the lead singer, and he’s all mine. Yes, I said it. Brandon from Twisted is Cory’s man from now on. I’ve been touring with the band for the last three months. I can do that because I’m a trust fund kid. Mommy and Daddy left me millions, so I don’t ever have to work as long as I live. But I had to work hard for Brandon. Just to get him to see me and invite me backstage took a while. When I showed up at the arena in a wife-beater t-shirt with no bra to cover my D-size tits I finally got noticed. Brandon was in the mood for some big tits that night, and he picked me to quench that need. One of the roadies came out to the front row where I was sitting thanks to Mommy and Daddy’s money. I always had front-row seats. No matter what they cost. The roadie put a backstage pass that was on a lanyard around my neck, and I knew I was set for a good time tonight.

My mind was only on Brandon. I got asked by a lot of roadies to come backstage to be with them, but I always refused. If I was going to let someone fuck me, it was only going to be Brandon. I wanted to look into his beautiful green eyes while he drives his big cock into me. I’m prepared to do anything he wants just to be with him. He’s my Prince Charming. And he sings like an angel. His voice goes right through me and touches my soul. I need him in my life permanently. Tonight is going to be my chance to make that happen.

I’m staying in the same hotel as the band. I do that at every show in hopes of getting a look at Brandon. It’s only happened once in three months. I was on my way down for breakfast and when the elevator doors opened, Brandon was in there by himself. I didn’t want to miss my chance with him, so I said hi and introduced myself as a big fan. I asked him if he wanted to have breakfast with me and he said, “Honey, I’d love to do anything with you, but unfortunately, I have a meeting with the record label in one of the private rooms. But what is your name? I’ll get you backstage tonight.” I wrote my name down on a piece of paper and he put it in his back pocket.

After the show that night, I went to the backstage bouncer and asked if my name was on the list. I told him that Brandon had said he would get my name on the list. Unfortunately, Brandon must have forgotten about me because my name wasn’t on the list. That was two months ago.

But tonight was going to be different. He already saw me and wants me with him. All I have to do is walk back there past the bouncer and into the backstage area. Tonight, will be easy. The show ends and I wait in my seat until the line for backstage calms down a little. I finally get in line and before too long I’m backstage at the party. But it’s not exactly what I thought it would be. I’m 22 and have been drunk before. But the alcohol is flowing fast in here. There are several topless women in here and they are getting groped right and left. I work my way over to the bar to get some wine. I don’t want to be one of those drunk girls hanging off any male in the place. I want Brandon. I need to find him. I didn’t see him anywhere in the party area and I looked pretty hard. Several of the guys offered me money if I would go topless back there too. One record guy offered me a thousand dollars. If I needed the money, I would have taken him up on it. But he was one of the greaseball executives that makes me kind of sick just to look at. I’m sure many a drunk girl has woken up with this guy and ran out of the room in the morning.

I decided to wander backstage just to see what else was there. Roadies were moving equipment back and forth. I finally had to turn down a hallway just to get out of their way. I didn’t want to get lost, so I stayed close to the main hallway. I was just about ready to walk back down to the party when someone came up behind me kind of freaking me out. He was tall and dressed all in black. I figured it had to be a roadie but when I turned, it was Brandon! He had a can of Pepsi in one hand and a sandwich in the other. He looked up at me and said, “You found your way back here I see. I’ve seen you in the front rows at many of the shows and decided it was time to meet you. Plus, the no bra helped a lot tonight.” I was so shocked I could barely talk. I didn’t want to miss my chance, but I suddenly felt a little shy. This is the first band I’ve ever followed and the first time I have ever been backstage. Brandon said, “Are you like me and that party isn’t for you, right? I finally came out of my trance and said, “No, that’s not for me. I just wanted to find you. I’m kind of a fan girl. I love the music you write, especially the lyrics. They talk to me.” Brandon looked into my eyes and said, “I’m glad I found you out here. It means you’re not one of those 18-year-old rich kids that just want to say they fucked someone in the band.