Not well

Christina signed autographs then heard some laughing. Two college aged nerds were jostling each other. "Come on, I dare you," she heard one whisper.

"No, come on," said the other.

"Do it. Don't welch out on a dare."

"Fine." The boy walked up and paid the assistant who was taking the money.

"What's your name?" asked Christina as she twirled her Sharpie in her fingers.

"Michael Hunt." He said stifling a laugh. "Nice ring, by the way."

"Let me guess, you go by Mike." Chritina rolled her eyes, but she wrote the name. "Here you go. Anything else?" she asked, exasperated.

"Yeah, be more thankful for your fans and give them what they want."

"Whatever."

"Hey, you're nothing without us. Just do what we want."

"Please leave."

The boy took the photo and left.

The next boy came up and paid. "Just put your phone number on it."

Before she knew what she was doing, she wrote her cell phone number on the photo, and before she could take it for herself, he snatched it.

"I need that back," said Christina.

"OK, show me your tits."

Christina pulled her top down, exposing her huge, creamy white tits. They were white until a blush reached from her face to her chest.

"Damn!" said the boy.