He was eye-fucking me during the whole performance.

We were in Vegas, SC, Aunt B, her husband, and me. We were all spending the day drinking by the pool when, in a surprise performance, The Academy Is… (my favorite band) came on stage and started playing a concert. Bill Beckett, the lead singer, is on my free pass list of 5 celebrities that I’d be able to have sex with if he asked. SC decided to go with my uncle somewhere for a while, so I was all alone in a sea full of people who didn’t really exist with one of my top 5 celebrities ever.

My chair was right across from the stage. So Bill was eye-fucking me during the whole performance. At one point, somewhere in the middle, He motioned for me to come here. I did the whole “Who-ME?!” point the finger at myself and he nodded. So I walked around the pool and met him on the side of the stage where he grabbed me up and sang to me in front of everyone. And then, at the end of the song, he took me out to the very tip of the stage overhanging the pool and he said, “Ready?” and we jumped off holding onto each other into the pool. I was in my suit but he was fully clothed in his skinny jeans, band t-shirt, and a pair of chucks.

I guess he decided that was the time for an intermission because after that, he changed into an actual pair of board shorts and hung out right next to me by the pool. We were flirting, but I was always conscious of SC, always conscious of the fact that I was not a single girl. At one point, I was in the middle of a sentence when Bill looked at me, took my cheek in his hand, and kissed me. I didn’t really know what to do. It was quick. I didn’t really pull away but I didn’t exactly kiss him back either. But I was excited. And then we got naked in the pool. And I swear it seemed like there was no one else in the entire city of Las Vegas.

But there was. Because people saw when I was giving him a blow job in the pool. He actually complained that it wasn’t good. And I told him maybe because he was drowning me, pushing my head on his dick under the water. So he got out of the pool and walked away. He used me and when it wasn’t good enough, he left me. Such a rockstar. So I went back to my chair, and he went back to finish his set. And I started thinking about what I’d done. About how SC would definitely leave me. And how that meant my life was basically over. Because what’s the point of life if he’s not there to share it with?

Soon word spread. And at the end of the show, I guess Bill wanted to talk to me again. I declined.  I couldn’t take it anymore. I went out into the lobby where I ran into SC. I know I looked guilty because I felt it. I don’t have a poker face. He asked me what was wrong. And I lied. I told him that Bill Beckett tried to get me to give him a blow job. And I laughed it off like “Why would I ever do that?!” But I was dying inside. Then Bill came out to the lobby and asked to talk to me. I told him no. And SC offered to take him back to his hotel. As they got in the car I could see the look on SC’s face as Bill was telling him what had happened between us. My heart broke.

There was no way I could get out of it. He would know that I was lying because of what I’d already said. Fuck. Why did I even say that? What was the point!? There was nothing I could do, so I ran away. I ran past Aunt B who just said, “You really messed up.” I ran all the way to our room, hoping he’d go there and not know that’s where I was. I curled up under the blanket and cried. I couldn’t stop. I thought I heard his key in the door, but it was the door next to us. I waited. And waited.

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