A member of a popular boy band is in the house

When the crowd finally parted in front of her Amanda all but popped forth, stumbling face-first into the lap of the crowd's attentions. Along with her face came her beer, pouring from the bottle onto the man's crotch, making him jump in surprise.

"Fuck!" he yelled, his attempt to jump thrusting his crotch into Amanda's red face.

"I'm... I'm sorry.... I tripped! I'm sorry, let me clean it," she said, and fumbled for napkins, patting them into the stranger's lap. She was dabbing at him without thought while the crowd laughed and snickered.

"Oh my God!" she said, hands stopping, "You're Ross Dermot! You're part of PS!" she cried out, naming one of the latest boy bands.

The name PS had never been explained, and though they insisted it didn't mean the same as P.S. in a letter they had used that gimmick in a couple of sappy songs that had Amanda and her friends sighing longingly each time they watched the video.

Ross Dermot was neither the sparkplug of the band - that being Cal Lightning ("It's my real name, honest!" wink) - nor the cutest (that honor being a hotly debated topic, but Remington ("I hate my name, my parents must have thought I'd be either British or gay") Rock ("I'd love to ride HIS rock!" the girls often said). He wasn't even the most talented - that being Bailey Cheswick, who was often called the only legitimate musician and dancer of the bunch. He was, all in all, a pretty face with passable ability to dance with a backup singer's vocals and a beginner's grasp of instruments. Still, he was a member of the band, and he was often ranked second in the looks department.

"I have, like, all your CDs!" Amanda blurted.

Ross Dermot grimaced, trying to pry her fingers loose from his pants and, incidentally, the sizable cock her hands were now throttling. "All two of them, huh?" he said with a **** laugh. "Hey, uh, is there a room I can use? With a bathroom?" he called out, and Amanda found herself being hustled from the room in a daze by the celebrity, not even hearing the snickers and nasty comments made by jealous girls and guys.

"Thank God!" he said, slamming a bedroom door shut behind the two. "I'll fuck you, alright? Just please don't crush my dick anymore!"

For the first time Amanda blinked, her adoration of an idol of hers interrupted by reality.