Meeting and greeting fans.

Sarah didn't pay what she and Darien had been doing in the bathroom only minutes ago any mind as she went out to meet her fans. The night before, she had played at the CentreLink stadium in Seattle. The crowd gathered today was made up of all the people who had bought special VIP tickets (only five times the cost of a regular ticket!) to get a chance to meet her. She loved this part of her job. She loved the smiles on their faces, the way they adored her, and babbled about how much they loved her. It was a rare opportunity to interact with her fans up close. Even Silas stood a few feet away during meet and greets like this, so as not to scare off her 'special guests'.

Sarah didn't think about how only a few minutes ago, she had been naked, on her knees in front of her 'special friend' with his dick in her hand, telling him about all the nasty things he would be able to do to her when they were alone that night. Back when she was in high school, the taste of cum on her tongue might have distracted her, but she was past that these days. She didn't even think about the fact that she hadn't washed her hands after her encounter with Darien, even though she was shaking hands and hugging her fans with those very same hands.

While Sarah didn't notice this, Darien certainly did. Darien was an asshole, but he wasn't stupid. He knew about Sarah Morris' reputation, about the trail of 'broken hearts' she left in her wake. He knew that their 'special friendship' wouldn't last forever. They had been seeing each other for a few months already, and Darien knew that that meant that there wasn't much time left before something happened that would result in a breakup. Well, he wasn't about to be just another song on her next album. He planned to leverage this brief fling into something he could actually gain from.

"Hey," Darien said, appearing behind the woman with the media pass who had been standing next to the door to the women's bathroom. "Could I grab your card?" he said. "When I'm done with this bitch, you and I should really talk, because I've got some seriously juicy stories to tell, believe me."

The photographer smiled and reached into her bag for something with her number on it. "Sounds great to me," she said.