Romans & histoires Motley Crue Groupies Stories

As shit," she replied with a grim smile. "A club whore? Are you saying that she hangs out with them and they pay her for sex?" I asked, struggling to grasp the concept. I don't think any of them get paid for it," Krystal explained. "They hang out and make themselves available for fucking, anytime, any day." I stared at her wide-eyed, trying to comprehend the intensity of this revelation. "So, in other words, she's like a groupie?" Krystal chuckled. "I guess so. Except these guys ride bikes instead of buses."

Pixie Tonight is my first club party with the Renegades. I have been to plenty with the Devils. Got to say it isn’t my thing. I would stop by for a little while but when the skanks came out and it turned into a live porn show I got myself out of there. Casper and Rocket knew I didn’t like it so they made sure to get me out before it started. As I got older and my crush on Ice developed I couldn’t stand watching the skanks hanging off of him. I hope I don’t see any hanging off of Viper. I will beat a bitch for touching my man. Or walk away if he wants the attention and let Rocket have at them. The thought makes me laugh. But I won’t fight for a man if he won’t fight for me.

"I knew she was a sports producer because Daniel texts her. But that's it. I didn't know she was accepted into Columbia to get her Masters in Sports Journalism. I didn't know she was a huge fan of just about every sport out there, or that she and her mom saw Jason Hart get drafted." I look down at the ground, arms crossed over my chest as he keeps talking. "Your girl Tiffany is a cool chick. You're really lucky to have her," he says. "As for Tiffany the Tramp…that girl is history. The only memories I have of her are vague and not even something I think about." He walks up to me and puts his hand on my shoulder. "That's true of every single guy who has interacted with the groupies. No one is

"Lonely secretary desperately needs gang raping. 30-something short and curvy, 5'2, 36DD, 115 lbs. Send pictures of you and your friends. If your group is selected, you pay for a nice hotel suite. I show up and you fuck me raw. BDSM encouraged, but safe words must be respected. You know you want me." I had a flood of replies in the inbox that went with the ads, over thirty - groups of three, five, even groups of twelve guys who all wanted to rape my pussy. I went for a big group with cute guys, partly because there were eighteen guys in the group, but mostly because I liked their reply. Here's what they said:

What have I gotten myself into this time? I was no match for the horde of screaming fan girls and was instantly pushed away towards the back of the group by his crazed fanatics. Judging from how persistent these girls were, I'd say they weren't just fans...they were groupies. Several of them were holding cameras and taking pictures while most of them were busy trying to get Adrian's attention. I saw a few of them holding posters and that's when I caught a glimpse of the band's name. The Decadence of The Fallen.