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They say rock & roll is forever. I’m beginning to believe it. They always called me a groupie, but that word felt too small for what I do. I”m more of a reape. Harvesting not souls, but the electric residue of rock & roll. One night. One body. One debt. Tonight’s offering was a shoegaze frontman named Lysander. His cute face was pretty much always obscured by a curtain of bleached hair and disdain.
I’d been waiting for him, all leather and come-hither, by his tour bus. When he emerged from the stage exit, he looked at me but didn’t speak. He just pulled me into the shadows, as his hands clawed at my tight dress like he was exorcising a ghost. We fucked in the alley behind the dumpster because the rest of the band was already in the bus. He bent me over, dress pulled up. His teeth left a half-moon mark on my shoulder. I didn’t flinch. Instead, I let him do it then watched as he smiled and stumbled back to his bus.
They say rock & roll is forever.
I let him think it was a game. I always do. It’s part of my shtick. Tonight, Lysander didn’t invite me to his dressing room. Instead, he left a note on my motel bed. “Stop. Before you become the encore.” I laughed, but let’s face it. The note was dark.
The next band plays tomorrow. A glam-rock sorcerer named Malachai. I’ve played with him before. His fat fingers are adorned with rings that bite. I’ll be waiting, of course. I can’t stop. Even if I could, I don’t necessarily want to. Why would I? I’m the girl who gets to fuck your idols. The ones you and every other guy on the planet wishes they could be. They all want my pussy. So what if that means my body is nothing more than a vessel for the industry’s consumption.
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