1000 Stars Are Passing By

Kayden’s POV

I couldn’t believe my mom was letting me back here.

There were about thirty girls just walking around backstage wearing thongs and bras only. And they were hot. I mean Kayden-keep-your-pants-on-hot.

I sat off in a corner with a Full Throttle in my hand and I was gripping it so tight I thought I would crush it.

They all had gorgeous figures and full-blown makeup and huge supermodel hair. I was getting hard as a rock. If my mom noticed I’d get in some serious shit. And I’d never be allowed back here again...

I was okay to gaze now. She was off with her boss throwing some different designs onto models.

There was a pretty blonde off in the corner putting on massive amounts of thick, black eyeliner. She was wearing panties, an undershirt, and insanely tall high heels that showed off her tanned, toned legs.

She was listening to some music; I could see the headphones travel down her nice, firm breasts...

Her body moved to whatever music she was listening to, and I liked it.

I couldn’t really see her face because her back was to me, but that was okay. I just liked watching her move to the music. It got me all hot.

And yet...she seemed familiar.

A few other girls went over to her station. They weren’t as stunning, but they still were hot. She stopped dancing. Sad Kayden.

“Adelaide!” I heard a girl call from close by and run over to the hot girl’s station. The hot girl turned around. “Yeah?” she replied and instantly caught my eye.

FML, the hottie just had to be Adelaide Kaulitz, didn’t it?

She noticed it was me and scowled. She said something to the girls around her and then strutted over to me. Trying to hide my little ‘problem,’ I scooted back into my seat and just smiled as she stood above me. She was a hottie.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded. “Were you following me?”

“Of course not.”

“Then what are you doing here?!” she cried.

I couldn’t help but stare at the little belly button stud of a purple butterfly. It was right in front of my face.

“I’m here with my mom.”

“I think you’re lying but even if you weren’t then you should be in the audience with her. No one is allowed backstage except for the models and the designers.”

“My mom is a designer.”

“You’re lying,” she said. “I don’t like liars.”

“Tara Todd is my mom. Go ask her if you want.”

“Tara Todd? I thought it was Tara Schwartz?” she replied, turning around for a moment.

“Uhm...no...Tara Todd. I promise. I swear I’m not lying,” regrettably, I got up, and looked for my mom. She didn’t seem to be in the backstage area. But even so, I could see signs with her name Tara Todd around.

Adelaide just glared at me.

“What?”

“I guess I have no reason not to believe you.”

“Why don’t you like me?”

“Never said I didn’t,” she grinned.

“Why did you call her Tara Schwartz?” I asked curiously.

“I don’t know, Kayden, just get out of here,” she declared.

“You are so bipolar,” I stared her down, but with those heels, she was taller than me. I was almost staring at her boobs. Eye level, I mean.

“What do you want from me?” she asked.

“I don’t want anything from you, what do you want from me?” I replied.

“Nothing. Just get out of here.”

“Fine,” I said, and turned to leave.

“Wait!” she called, and ran towards me. So hawtttt....

“Didn’t you want me to leave?”

“Meet me after the show.”

“Is that a command, your majesty?”

“It could be. But I’m not stupid Kayden. I notice you’re little problem there,” her hand brushed my tight tight jeans and I couldn’t help but whine. “And I don’t usually do this...but I’m feeling a little naughty tonight...”

“I’ll be back as soon as this shit is over.”

She smirked and walked away with a prissy little walk.

I was getting laid tonight. Damn.

Damn.

Adelaide’s POV

I couldn’t help but be nervous as I walked back to my station.

Did I really want to sleep with him? Probably not. And if so, not right now. But he was Tara’s son, wasn’t he? Something seemed to be fitting together. Not that I knew him...but Tara sure did look familiar. Oh, maybe I was going crazy.

But I knew what he was like. If I slept with him I’d have him whipped. He’d be easier to get information out of.

What was I doing?

I just knew there was something about this kid; otherwise I wouldn’t have done this.

Oh god there was something wrong with me.