OOC: Closed thread, comments welcome via PM
This is another adventure of Dane, the rock star who considers nymphets a gift of Life itself, and can't stand to leave a gift unwrapped. First introduced in Backstage.
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"You mean you've never done a handstand?"
"And you're, what, maybe 19? I think it's about time, don't you?"
It wasn't such an outlandish thing to ask a girl if you were Dane, rock star and hedonist. Especially since the girl, like the rest who crowded 'round, had come of her own volition to the area outside Dane's dressing room, otherwise known as the Dane-ger Zone, because not a few girls had been known to disappear from it and not reappear until hours later, if not the next day.
Outrageous antics were par for the course here and the girls, generally speaking, couldn't get enough. The one he had spoken to quite willingly crouched and placed her palms flat on the floor in preparation for a new acrobatic experience. A few seconds later it was granted to her as Dane hoisted her ankles toward the ceiling and her now-inverted skirt fell cleanly away from her dark purple panties. The other girls cheered the exposure of their sister and cell phone cameras captured the moment to be shared with friends, lovers and followers on social media.
Dane helped the somewhat flushed girl to get upright again, then sent her away with an autograph and a complimentary word about her ready obedience and her taste in lingerie.
He turned back to the crowd of hopeful young faces, looking with largely unconscious expertise for the ones who were not so self assured that they had no problem problem putting themselves forward and vying for his attention... but wished that they were.
This is another adventure of Dane, the rock star who considers nymphets a gift of Life itself, and can't stand to leave a gift unwrapped. First introduced in Backstage.
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"You mean you've never done a handstand?"
"And you're, what, maybe 19? I think it's about time, don't you?"
It wasn't such an outlandish thing to ask a girl if you were Dane, rock star and hedonist. Especially since the girl, like the rest who crowded 'round, had come of her own volition to the area outside Dane's dressing room, otherwise known as the Dane-ger Zone, because not a few girls had been known to disappear from it and not reappear until hours later, if not the next day.
Outrageous antics were par for the course here and the girls, generally speaking, couldn't get enough. The one he had spoken to quite willingly crouched and placed her palms flat on the floor in preparation for a new acrobatic experience. A few seconds later it was granted to her as Dane hoisted her ankles toward the ceiling and her now-inverted skirt fell cleanly away from her dark purple panties. The other girls cheered the exposure of their sister and cell phone cameras captured the moment to be shared with friends, lovers and followers on social media.
Dane helped the somewhat flushed girl to get upright again, then sent her away with an autograph and a complimentary word about her ready obedience and her taste in lingerie.
He turned back to the crowd of hopeful young faces, looking with largely unconscious expertise for the ones who were not so self assured that they had no problem problem putting themselves forward and vying for his attention... but wished that they were.
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