comments_readers: I've made reference to Stevie Darrow in a few stories (not that you need to read them before this one) and he appeared in one. But I've always meant to give him some star treatment in his own series.
And if you've read any of the "Getting Directions" stories, yes - that is the same Sandra who makes a cameo here.
The heavyset man chuckled and looked up from his electronic tablet. Turning to the teenage boy sprawled nearby on the tour bus couch, he pointed to the tablet.
"Here's an update to an oldie but goodie," he said. "What has one hundred legs and no hair? The front row at a Stevie Darrow concert - from the waist down."
Stevie chuckled. He hadn't heard that one before but understood how earlier teen idols could have been used in that joke. Of course, Harry, his tour manager, also understood the special little twist to that. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been Stevie's tour manager despite his skills in that job.
No, Harry's hidden duties included procuring a lucky young fan with some special time Stevie. They would remember bits and pieces of their encounter but much of it would be a blur attributed to the excitement and high-pitched puppy love they had. No one suspected it was due more to the drug that laced whatever drink - soda, lemonade, etc. - they were given. It served as a twilight sedative to purge the memories along with a little something to loosen their inhibitions. The rest was pure Stevie Darrow magic.
One of Harry's strokes of genius was including a "Pop Star Experience" after the show. This was a special package that was included with a ticket. The fans would be seated in a special, chaperoned section and then afterward spent a few hours in a secure multi-media extravaganza with virtual reality areas, digital stages, electronic games, and other things to keep them very occupied. No one would notice one less girl among the group.
What this also did was to allow the parents to leave their kids in a safe environment and not have to endure a concert and the following activities with a bunch of screaming preteens. It was heralded as the next step in entertainment. Stevie sure as hell kept himself entertained.
Picking up his own pad, Stevie surfed a few of the usual sites to see any updates and blogs about his favorite performer - himself. During a recent return to the Land-Fields Studios, where he got his start in show business as well as pre-pubertal sex, he had posed for cameras along with Ally Pritchard, the ten year-old star of the series "Big Sam on Campus". Ally was smiling and waving to the camera while leaning out from an open window on Stevie's tour bus. Steve was leaning out just above her with a smile and wave as well.
There were many comments from his young fans bemoaning how lucky Ally was. What they didn't know was that the little redhead had her skirt up and panties down while Stevie's pick was buried in her bald cunny. They had paused in mid-coitus to stick their heads out and wave. From the photo on the internet, Ally certainly looked flushed with excitement.
She certainly had been excited as Stevie plumbed her juicy little snatch and was well-flushed with his spunk when he was done. Unlike many of Stevie's fans, she didn't have a hymen for him to contend with, having lost the bit of membrane during her final audition with studio management when she was six years old.
Then there had recently been another girl that age at one of his concerts. She was a blonde girl with pouty lips who oozed sexuality despite her undeveloped figure that still filled her cut-off denim shorts quite admirably. And those tanned legs of hers...Very early on, Stevie had selected her during the show.
When they met afterward, he learned her name was Sandra. Of all things, she was from a trailer park from across the river.
"How did you get here, then?" he asked as he handed her a glass of doctored iced tea.
"Oh," she purred. "I never have a problem finding a guy who will give me a ride."
And Stevie certainly gave her a ride - three, in fact. She, too, was no virgin and screwed him silly with remarkable technique. Her lightly tanned body showed just the skimpiest patches of white from other outfits she must have worn. Gold or white, the girl's skin was smooth all over and held a light sheen of sweat as her naked figure flexed and twisted while her clutching, preteen twat was impaled on Stevie's prick.
When they were done, Stevie was panting on the bed in his tour bus while Sandra donned her form-fitting attire. Giving him a wink, she left the bus.
It was only after she was gone that he noticed that her glass of iced tea was still full. There had been plenty of instances when, without the time constraints of concert stops, he had seduced a young girl. But he wondered who had seduced whom this night.
With his dick stiffening at the memories, Stevie called over to Harry.
"I think I'd like a ten year-old tonight," he announced.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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