Elena still couldn't believe her luck. Marcellus, guitar god of Odin's Cult, had asked her onstage during the concert! She had actually stood next to Marcellus, petrified to be all-at-once in front of the screaming crowd. Thousands of hands extended into the air in front of her, swaying with the over-the-recommended decibel range of the music. Marcellus even drifted over in the middle of his solo to stand next to her, just so he could give her a kiss on the cheek! The crowd roared their approval, and Elena couldn't have dreamed of ever being so happy. Onstage with her favorite band and the most gorgeous guitar player ever!
Starstruck and giggling, she allowed herself to be led backstage to the dressing room, envisioning the door that would open for her as the girlfriend of a member of Odin's Cult. Did the girlfriends get their own special passes to shows? She smiled to herself as she entered the room. Marcellus closed and locked the door behind her, but it barely registered in her fantasy.
Instead, Elena barely withheld a squeal of delight when Marcellus began to speak to her. That voice! She wanted to tell this great man how awesome he was for bringing her backstage and how she was such a huge fan, but he put a finger on her lips.
"Here's how this works, love." His suddenly brisk tone was jarring. "I am a rock star. I have needs. I don't need any sappy "I love you" crap. I just need a warm body for tonight, because I don't like to sleep alone. I will use you as I see fit, and then I will be on my way to the next city. You will get a limo ride home, and maybe a free t-shirt. It's entirely likely that you will never see me again. Do you understand?"
Elena nodded slowly, her smile gone.
"Good." Marcellus stood in front of her. "Then on your knees, love."
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