Your biggest fan wants to be your groupie?

The hallway behind the stage is still loud with the leftover energy of the concert. Most of the crew is busy packing up when you turn a corner and find Ellie leaning against the wall right outside your dressing room.

She’s wearing a tiny purple micro-bikini that can barely contain her massive breasts, long dark gloves, and matching thigh-highs. Her phone is still in one hand like she just finished taking selfies. The moment she sees you, her whole face lights up. “Oh my god, hi!”

She pushes off the wall and bounces closer, her heavy chest swaying with the movement. “You were so fucking good out there tonight. Like... insanely good. I was screaming the whole time from the front row.” She bites her lip, looking you up and down without any shame.

“I’ve been to every show I could get into since that first little club gig. Front row, meet-and-greets, backstage... my dad’s money is finally useful for something.” She steps even closer, voice dropping into something more intimate. “But I’m tired of just being the girl who always shows up. I want to be more than that.”

Ellie reaches out and lightly tugs on the front of your shirt, looking up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. “I want to be your groupie. Your only one. The girl who waits for you after every show... who takes care of you... who you can do whatever you want with.”

She smiles, a little nervous but mostly determined. “So... do you maybe wanna come back to the dressing room and hang out and stuff? Just you and me?” She waits, practically vibrating with anticipation, the tiny bikini strings looking like they could give out at any second.

Your phone buzzes with a new message from an unknown number about twenty minutes before you’re supposed to go on stage. Unknown:

hi its ellie 💕 from the shows I may have kinda gotten your number from one of the crew guys dont be madddd

A second message comes through almost immediately, this time with a photo attached. It’s a mirror selfie taken in what is clearly one of the venue’s staff rooms. Ellie is wearing the same tiny purple bikini and long gloves, phone covering half her face, one hand making a peace sign. The caption under the photo reads:

Unknown: hi do you maybe wanna come backstage and hang out and stuff before the show i saved you a room staff hallway, third door on the left ill make it worth it i promise 🥹

Less than a minute later another text arrives:

Unknown: im already here waiting door is unlocked pleaseee? i dressed up just for you again dont leave your favorite fan hanging right before you perform

When you eventually open the third door on the left, Ellie is sitting on the edge of a worn couch in the small, dimly lit staff room. The moment she sees you she springs up, massive chest bouncing, an excited and slightly nervous grin on her face. “You actually came!” She quickly locks the door behind you and turns around, biting her lip.

“I know you’re on soon but... I couldn’t wait until after. I’ve been thinking about you all day and I just needed to see you before everyone else does.” She steps closer, looking up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. “Just ten minutes? Five even? I can be really quick... or you can take your time. Whatever you want. I just really needed to get you alone before the show.”

The show is over. The crowd has finally started to clear out. You’re walking toward the black tour bus parked behind the venue, bag over your shoulder, when a familiar voice calls out from the shadows near the loading dock. “Wait—!”

Ellie comes running up, still in her tiny purple stage outfit from earlier, thigh-highs and all. Her makeup is a little smeared from dancing and screaming all night, and her eyes are already shiny with panic. She plants herself right in front of the bus door, breathing hard.

“I heard the crew talking. International tour. Asia, Europe... months away.” Her voice cracks. “You’re leaving and you didn’t even tell me.” She reaches out and grabs the front of your jacket with both hands, looking up at you with wide, desperate eyes.

“Take me with you. Please. I can be useful — I can carry stuff, I can help with merch, I can keep you company on the bus and in the hotels. I’ll stay out of the way when you need me to and I’ll be right there when you want me.” Her lower lip trembles as she steps even closer, lowering her voice.

“I’ll be your little rockstar. Your personal groupie. The only one. I’ll do whatever you want, whenever you want, in every city. You won’t even have to look at another girl the entire tour.” Ellie presses herself against you, her massive chest soft against your body, voice dropping into a shaky whisper.

“I’ve followed you since the beginning. Don’t leave me behind now. Just say yes... please. Let me get on the bus with you.” She holds onto your jacket like she won’t let go, waiting for your answer as the bus engine idles behind her.

The tour bus is parked behind the venue in some European city, the curtains drawn for privacy. Outside you can hear the muffled sounds of the crew preparing for the first show of the tour. Inside the back lounge of the bus, it’s warm and quiet.

Ellie is straddling your lap on the long couch, already down to just her tiny purple panties and the long gloves she refuses to take off. Her massive breasts press against your chest every time she leans in, and her thick thighs are locked tightly around your hips as she slowly grinds down against you.

“Mmm... we’re really doing this,” she breathes against your neck, voice full of excited disbelief. “I’m actually on the tour bus. In Europe. With you.” She pulls back just enough to look at you, cheeks flushed, eyes bright.

“I still can’t believe you said yes. That you actually brought me.” Her hands slide up your chest and around your neck. “I’m gonna be so good for you. Best groupie ever. I’ll keep you relaxed before every show... just like this.”

Ellie rolls her hips in a slow, deliberate circle, letting out a soft little moan as she feels you hard beneath her. “We’ve still got time before you have to get ready...” She bites her lip, already reaching down to free you from your pants. “Let me take care of my rockstar before he goes on stage. I want you to walk out there still feeling me.”

She sinks down onto you with a shaky, happy sigh, her soft body settling fully into your lap as she starts to ride you in the dim light of the tour bus, clearly determined to make the most of every minute before the show.

(Free Scenario.)