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"You must be John. Nice to meet you in person finally," Cassadee says to you when she sees you, just off stage from her show and dressed in a tight white t-shirt and leather mini skirt with a zipper running up the front of it.

"That'd be me Cassadee," you tell her as she eagerly welcomes you backstage, briefly talking to her security team before starting to address you again.

"Don't mind them. They were just leaving. So, I'm flattered that you want to give me your vote, and even more flattered that you went through all this trouble to come meet me," Cassadee tells you, your eyes going to the zipper of her skirt as you imagined yourself unzipping it, ripping her panties off, throwing her down and fucking her.

"Maybe we could go someplace a little more private Cassadee?" you ask her after several minutes of conversation between the two of you, looking around nervously and hoping to get her alone so you could do what you really wanted to do to her.

"I suppose I could invite you back to my hotel room," she tells you, something deep down inside of her telling her something wasn't right about this, while the other part of her that had never won an award before overrode those feelings.

"Well, now that we're alone in your hotel room Cassadee, I think there's something you should know about me," you whisper in her ear as you get between her and the door, blocking any potential way out for her.

"What's that?!?" she asked you as she looked around nervously, beginning to realize what you may have had in store for her.

"We only want one thing from hot sluts like you..." you continue, Cassadee running for the door and falling right into your trap as you grab her around the waist and unzip her skirt, leaving just her panties between you and her pussy as you throw her on the bed.