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This is my very first attempt at writing a story of any kind, much less of this nature. This story will come in three parts. Part One is more of a prequel to introduce the characters and plotline. My apologies, but it has no tickling in it. But I promise I more than make up for it in parts 2 and 3. 
So if you really want, you can skip this section if thats all your looking for. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it.
Part One
The Buildup
Sabrina leaned across the vanity and peered into the mirror as she applied a final coat of lipstick to her full lips. Humming along quietly to the music playing on the stereo in the other room, she pressed her lips together and tousled a hand through her long chestnut brown hair. Stepping back from the sink, Sabrina gave her outfit a final once over, smoothing down her slinky dress with her hands. She had been waiting for this night for months, and wanted to look perfect for her favorite band, Seraphim. Her concern was unwarranted, however. But, Sabrina was the type of girl who didn't quite realize how beautiful she really was. Just a few weeks shy of her twentieth birthday, she had the classic good looks that many women pay top dollar for. Standing at just over 5'5", she had the slender grace of a model or dancer. Long, silky brown hair cascaded down to the small of her back. Long lashes graced clear blue eyes. Sometimes, when the light would reflect just the right way, they would appear almost turquoise. Her features were delicate. High cheekbones and full red lips that always seemed to be upturned in a smile. When she spoke, her voice was soft, her laughter musical. Tonight, she was wearing an outfit that she had purchased especially for this occasion. A slinky red dress clung to her curves, accenting her slender frame and taught belly. Tied behind the neck with a series of straps, the dress did well to highlight her figure by leaving her sides and back bare. The hem of the dress fell to about mid-thigh, showing off her long smooth legs. On her feet she wore a pair of strappy heels. The only accessory to the outfit was a single gold ankle bracelet. Dangling from the bracelet was a tiny heart charm, that tinkled softly when she walked.
Finally satisfied, she flipped off the lights as she slowly walked through her apartment. She paused by her stereo to savor the final few chords of her favorite Seraphim song, hardly able to believe that she was finally going to see them perform live, in just a little less than an hour. They had been her favorite band for a couple of years, and she especially loved the drummer, Dustin. Watching him relentlessly pound out the rhythms of the music always got her kind of hot. He seemed to exude a raw magnetism that was only emphasized by his talent for music. Finally the song ended, and she switched off the stereo. Silence filled her apartment and she stepped quietly out into the cool night air. Her heels clicked on the pavement and the little charm around her ankle jingled and brushed softly back and forth against her tender skin, causing her to pause for a moment to reach down and scratch at the tiny irritation. She then continued to her car, and headed for the stadium where Seraphim would be performing.
The concert was better than she could ever imagine. The crowd surged and roiled around her, but despite her somewhat impractical attire, she stood firm and refused to give up her spot at the front of the stage. No matter what the cost, she was determined to hold onto the best vantage point she was able to find. She wanted to make sure she was able to see the band- especially Dustin. And for them to see her, as well. She had heard rumors that if they had some extra time before they had to leave the city for the next show, they would invite certain female members of the audience backstage after the show. Her heart sped up just a little bit at the very thought of it. Despite her good looks, she was actually very shy. More than anything, she would love to get backstage. Meeting her absolute favorite band would be a dream come true. And to actually talk one on one with Dustin.. her cheeks flushed just thinking about it. She would be so shy, it would be hard to think of what to say to him. Her daydream was interrupted as she was jostled from behind. The crowd surged again as Robb, the lead singer, approached their side of the stage to lean out over the crowd as he sang. Sabrina looked up, her breath catching in her throat as Robb's powerful voice filled the air from no more than a few feet away from her. The crowd pressed and shoved, hundreds of sweaty bodies all crammed into the space of the arena. Sabrina tightened her grip on the metal barrier that separated the crowd from the stage, not letting herself be pushed along out of the way and lose her spot. Robb was directly over her now, his features twisted into a feral snarl as he belted out the lyrics to one of the more popular songs. Finally, he turned away to move to another part of the stage. But right before he did, there was a brief moment of shared eye contact between them. A flicker of excitement filled her at the encounter, and she rode the high for the next two songs.
Meanwhile, from further back in the audience, one of the road crew surveyed the crowd. He moved through the mob of people slowly and deliberately as if searching for something, or someone. Now and then he would stop at a particularly attractive woman, speak a few words to her, and slip her a Guest sticker with the band logo on it, to be used to get backstage after the show. He knew the bands taste in women, and exactly what types to look for. Sooner or later, his travels through the crowd brought him right up behind Sabrina. His eyes roamed hungrily over the bare skin of her back and sides. He stood behind her for a moment, looking to the stage until Robb was looking in their direction. Then, he carefully squeezed past her to the metal barricade.
"Excuse me," he said, placing his hand on her exposed hip as he slipped by. As she stepped aside to let him pass, he let his fingernails lightly graze her bare skin. Sabrina jerked her arm down involuntarily with a loud gasp, and giggled, embarrassed. "Sorry about that," he smirked. Turning back to the barricade, he moved it aside to allow himself to slip out of the audience area. As he did so, he looked up and caught Robb's eye. A silent exchange passed between the two men.
After the concert was over, Sabrina turned to leave. But she was suddenly stopped, as the roadie who passed by her earlier stepped into her path and slipped a Guest sticker into her hand.
"If you don't have anywhere you need to be right away, we're having a little party backstage in about an hour." He said. "Just hang out here and I'll bring you guys back later. Wait for me by the stage door."
Sabrina nodded mutely, and the roadie turned and walked up to the stage to begin breaking down the set. She stared down at the pass in her hands, scarcely able to believe what she held. This was the moment she had been dreaming about all along, and now that it was actually a reality, she was so nervous! Finding a place to sit down, she smoothed her dress anxiously and settled in to wait with the rest of the guests to go backstage. There were about 10 other girls also waiting, a few of which were having to convince their very much put off boyfriends or dates to go on and leave without them. Sabrina discreetly looked around at the small crowd milling about. Most of them were in casual jeans and t-shirts. A couple had skirts on, but none were as elegantly dressed as she was. A few narrow looks were cast in her direction, but she ignored them. She instead focused calming her nerves, and going over in her mind what she would say to Dustin when they finally met. A short time later, the tour manager for Seraphim came out and gathered the waiting fans to go backstage. They were escorted down a hall and into a green room where there were tables of food and drinks set out. Sabrina selected a beer and retreated to a corner of the room to watch everyone mingle. A few minutes later, the band entered and were immediately surrounded by the waiting fans. But Sabrina hung back, taking a nervous sip of her beer. Her eyes fixed on Dustin across the room. He was so cute! His shoulder length brown hair kept falling into one eye as he talked to one girl, and he kept pushing it back out of the way. He had an impish smile, and his light blue eyes sparkled as he talked. She was so mesmerized by watching him, that she didn't even notice when Andre slipped up next to her. Andre was the guitarist for Seraphim, and also the band leader and founder. His wavy jet black hair was long, falling about his face and obscuring most of his features. His gaze was piercing, but he did smile as he quietly greeted her by asking her name. Awestruck as she was to be meeting him, she couldn't help but feel just a bit intimidated. Andre was known for being very stern and business-like. He was definitely the most serious person she'd ever met.
Andre took her elbow, and gently steered her aside and out of earshot anyone who happened to be standing nearby. "Sabrina," he said quietly. "The rest of the band and I will be returning to the tour bus shortly. But we haven't had the pleasure of getting to spend any time talking with you. Our roadie brought a lot of.. groupies.. backstage tonight." He paused, casting the room a dark glance. "If you have the time, you are welcomed to join us on the bus for a drink or two." He let his hand slide off her arm, and she noticed distantly that his fingernails were slightly long, and polished. Then, remembered that he uses them in place of picks when playing guitar.
Deeply flattered, Sabrina nodded to Andre. "Certainly.. I'd love to join you for a little bit.."
Andre nodded. "Good. We'll be finishing up in here in a couple of minutes. Just hang around." He turned and glided back into the crowd of people, immediately joined on both sides by two beautiful women.
Sabrina returned to her spot by the wall and finished off her beer as she watched the band wrapping up their conversations. Arena security began herding the other fans out the door and the room quickly began to empty. Dustin glanced over and flashed her a grin, and her heart leapt in her chest. Stepping around the last few people still exiting, he crossed the room and stepped up beside her, slipping an arm around her shoulders. Sabrina positively melted, her cheeks warming.
"Hey sweetie," Dustin grinned, and planted a peck on her cheek. His short goatee lightly tickled her skin. "I'm so glad your sticking around. I'm Dustin."
Sabrina positively glowed, thrilled to finally be meeting her favorite musician. The two of them talked quietly together, hitting it off immediately. The rest of the band joined them and they headed outside and onto the tour bus. The bus was massive, heavily furnished with all the comforts of home. Sabrina sank down onto a cushy love seat, and Dustin joined her. The rest of the band flopped down onto various chairs and sofa's, everyone talking loudly as the driver switched on the cd player. Victor, the bass player, stood at the mini bar and began mixing drinks for everyone. He handed her a vodka tonic and she smiled her thanks, and sipped........
So if you really want, you can skip this section if thats all your looking for. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it. Part One
The Buildup
Sabrina leaned across the vanity and peered into the mirror as she applied a final coat of lipstick to her full lips. Humming along quietly to the music playing on the stereo in the other room, she pressed her lips together and tousled a hand through her long chestnut brown hair. Stepping back from the sink, Sabrina gave her outfit a final once over, smoothing down her slinky dress with her hands. She had been waiting for this night for months, and wanted to look perfect for her favorite band, Seraphim. Her concern was unwarranted, however. But, Sabrina was the type of girl who didn't quite realize how beautiful she really was. Just a few weeks shy of her twentieth birthday, she had the classic good looks that many women pay top dollar for. Standing at just over 5'5", she had the slender grace of a model or dancer. Long, silky brown hair cascaded down to the small of her back. Long lashes graced clear blue eyes. Sometimes, when the light would reflect just the right way, they would appear almost turquoise. Her features were delicate. High cheekbones and full red lips that always seemed to be upturned in a smile. When she spoke, her voice was soft, her laughter musical. Tonight, she was wearing an outfit that she had purchased especially for this occasion. A slinky red dress clung to her curves, accenting her slender frame and taught belly. Tied behind the neck with a series of straps, the dress did well to highlight her figure by leaving her sides and back bare. The hem of the dress fell to about mid-thigh, showing off her long smooth legs. On her feet she wore a pair of strappy heels. The only accessory to the outfit was a single gold ankle bracelet. Dangling from the bracelet was a tiny heart charm, that tinkled softly when she walked.
Finally satisfied, she flipped off the lights as she slowly walked through her apartment. She paused by her stereo to savor the final few chords of her favorite Seraphim song, hardly able to believe that she was finally going to see them perform live, in just a little less than an hour. They had been her favorite band for a couple of years, and she especially loved the drummer, Dustin. Watching him relentlessly pound out the rhythms of the music always got her kind of hot. He seemed to exude a raw magnetism that was only emphasized by his talent for music. Finally the song ended, and she switched off the stereo. Silence filled her apartment and she stepped quietly out into the cool night air. Her heels clicked on the pavement and the little charm around her ankle jingled and brushed softly back and forth against her tender skin, causing her to pause for a moment to reach down and scratch at the tiny irritation. She then continued to her car, and headed for the stadium where Seraphim would be performing.
The concert was better than she could ever imagine. The crowd surged and roiled around her, but despite her somewhat impractical attire, she stood firm and refused to give up her spot at the front of the stage. No matter what the cost, she was determined to hold onto the best vantage point she was able to find. She wanted to make sure she was able to see the band- especially Dustin. And for them to see her, as well. She had heard rumors that if they had some extra time before they had to leave the city for the next show, they would invite certain female members of the audience backstage after the show. Her heart sped up just a little bit at the very thought of it. Despite her good looks, she was actually very shy. More than anything, she would love to get backstage. Meeting her absolute favorite band would be a dream come true. And to actually talk one on one with Dustin.. her cheeks flushed just thinking about it. She would be so shy, it would be hard to think of what to say to him. Her daydream was interrupted as she was jostled from behind. The crowd surged again as Robb, the lead singer, approached their side of the stage to lean out over the crowd as he sang. Sabrina looked up, her breath catching in her throat as Robb's powerful voice filled the air from no more than a few feet away from her. The crowd pressed and shoved, hundreds of sweaty bodies all crammed into the space of the arena. Sabrina tightened her grip on the metal barrier that separated the crowd from the stage, not letting herself be pushed along out of the way and lose her spot. Robb was directly over her now, his features twisted into a feral snarl as he belted out the lyrics to one of the more popular songs. Finally, he turned away to move to another part of the stage. But right before he did, there was a brief moment of shared eye contact between them. A flicker of excitement filled her at the encounter, and she rode the high for the next two songs.
Meanwhile, from further back in the audience, one of the road crew surveyed the crowd. He moved through the mob of people slowly and deliberately as if searching for something, or someone. Now and then he would stop at a particularly attractive woman, speak a few words to her, and slip her a Guest sticker with the band logo on it, to be used to get backstage after the show. He knew the bands taste in women, and exactly what types to look for. Sooner or later, his travels through the crowd brought him right up behind Sabrina. His eyes roamed hungrily over the bare skin of her back and sides. He stood behind her for a moment, looking to the stage until Robb was looking in their direction. Then, he carefully squeezed past her to the metal barricade.
"Excuse me," he said, placing his hand on her exposed hip as he slipped by. As she stepped aside to let him pass, he let his fingernails lightly graze her bare skin. Sabrina jerked her arm down involuntarily with a loud gasp, and giggled, embarrassed. "Sorry about that," he smirked. Turning back to the barricade, he moved it aside to allow himself to slip out of the audience area. As he did so, he looked up and caught Robb's eye. A silent exchange passed between the two men.
After the concert was over, Sabrina turned to leave. But she was suddenly stopped, as the roadie who passed by her earlier stepped into her path and slipped a Guest sticker into her hand.
"If you don't have anywhere you need to be right away, we're having a little party backstage in about an hour." He said. "Just hang out here and I'll bring you guys back later. Wait for me by the stage door."
Sabrina nodded mutely, and the roadie turned and walked up to the stage to begin breaking down the set. She stared down at the pass in her hands, scarcely able to believe what she held. This was the moment she had been dreaming about all along, and now that it was actually a reality, she was so nervous! Finding a place to sit down, she smoothed her dress anxiously and settled in to wait with the rest of the guests to go backstage. There were about 10 other girls also waiting, a few of which were having to convince their very much put off boyfriends or dates to go on and leave without them. Sabrina discreetly looked around at the small crowd milling about. Most of them were in casual jeans and t-shirts. A couple had skirts on, but none were as elegantly dressed as she was. A few narrow looks were cast in her direction, but she ignored them. She instead focused calming her nerves, and going over in her mind what she would say to Dustin when they finally met. A short time later, the tour manager for Seraphim came out and gathered the waiting fans to go backstage. They were escorted down a hall and into a green room where there were tables of food and drinks set out. Sabrina selected a beer and retreated to a corner of the room to watch everyone mingle. A few minutes later, the band entered and were immediately surrounded by the waiting fans. But Sabrina hung back, taking a nervous sip of her beer. Her eyes fixed on Dustin across the room. He was so cute! His shoulder length brown hair kept falling into one eye as he talked to one girl, and he kept pushing it back out of the way. He had an impish smile, and his light blue eyes sparkled as he talked. She was so mesmerized by watching him, that she didn't even notice when Andre slipped up next to her. Andre was the guitarist for Seraphim, and also the band leader and founder. His wavy jet black hair was long, falling about his face and obscuring most of his features. His gaze was piercing, but he did smile as he quietly greeted her by asking her name. Awestruck as she was to be meeting him, she couldn't help but feel just a bit intimidated. Andre was known for being very stern and business-like. He was definitely the most serious person she'd ever met.
Andre took her elbow, and gently steered her aside and out of earshot anyone who happened to be standing nearby. "Sabrina," he said quietly. "The rest of the band and I will be returning to the tour bus shortly. But we haven't had the pleasure of getting to spend any time talking with you. Our roadie brought a lot of.. groupies.. backstage tonight." He paused, casting the room a dark glance. "If you have the time, you are welcomed to join us on the bus for a drink or two." He let his hand slide off her arm, and she noticed distantly that his fingernails were slightly long, and polished. Then, remembered that he uses them in place of picks when playing guitar.
Deeply flattered, Sabrina nodded to Andre. "Certainly.. I'd love to join you for a little bit.."
Andre nodded. "Good. We'll be finishing up in here in a couple of minutes. Just hang around." He turned and glided back into the crowd of people, immediately joined on both sides by two beautiful women.
Sabrina returned to her spot by the wall and finished off her beer as she watched the band wrapping up their conversations. Arena security began herding the other fans out the door and the room quickly began to empty. Dustin glanced over and flashed her a grin, and her heart leapt in her chest. Stepping around the last few people still exiting, he crossed the room and stepped up beside her, slipping an arm around her shoulders. Sabrina positively melted, her cheeks warming.
"Hey sweetie," Dustin grinned, and planted a peck on her cheek. His short goatee lightly tickled her skin. "I'm so glad your sticking around. I'm Dustin."
Sabrina positively glowed, thrilled to finally be meeting her favorite musician. The two of them talked quietly together, hitting it off immediately. The rest of the band joined them and they headed outside and onto the tour bus. The bus was massive, heavily furnished with all the comforts of home. Sabrina sank down onto a cushy love seat, and Dustin joined her. The rest of the band flopped down onto various chairs and sofa's, everyone talking loudly as the driver switched on the cd player. Victor, the bass player, stood at the mini bar and began mixing drinks for everyone. He handed her a vodka tonic and she smiled her thanks, and sipped........
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