Falling in Love with Redfoo (DIRTY LOVE STORY OF LMFAO BAND)

"I CANNOT believe the school's letting us go to an LMFAO concert..." I mutter in disbelief, for the hundreth time.
The school bus driver had told us an hour again that we'd be arriving at our destination in 30 minutes, and so that means he's a half hour late and at this point I'm getting worried we'll never be there, but still, I have my fantasies of actually getting to talk to Redfoo to keep me busy.
My best friend Abby, who happens to be a fan of Skyblu, the second member of the LMFAO band, nods her head in agreement. "It's like a dream. I never though I'd get to see them in person. And not only that, we're staying there overnight. In the SAME hotel Skyblu and Redfoo are going to be at!!!!"
My heart pumps faster, to the point where I could almost swear it's skipping beats, just at the thought of the oppurtonities I have, sleeping in the same building as LMFAO.
"You know what room they'll be staying in?" I question mischeviously.
Abby's smile stretches from ear to ear when she begins to catch on. "I'm on it right now."
She tears out her iPhone and begins researching on some celebrity tracking website.
Our history teacher, Mrs. James, turns in her seat and glares at us. "What are you two up to?"
"N-nothing, ma'am." I stammer.
"No trouble, girls, or else. Detention for a month if you even think -"
The bus then comes to a screeching halt and students excitedly begin to get stand up and make their way to the doors, loud chatter being heard throughout the whole vehicle.

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Abby and I decide to room together at the hotel, and once we see the room numbers we can tell we're closest to the Grand Suite. Rumor is that it costs $5000 a night to stay in that room. Only celebrities or singers on tour sleep there. Abby and I immediately contemplate whether LMFAO is sleeping there and run up to investigate.

We see that the Grand Suite's room number is #1570 while ours is #1569. We silently thank God that we got so close to that room where Redfoo and Skyblu, might be, just might be, spending the night.

"Should we knock on the door?" I say, wringing my hands nervously.

"Yes. This is a once-in-a-lifetime oppurtonity, we can't just p*$$y out." Abby glances at me, and we then both count to 3 anxiously and rap on the door in unison.

"Get that." A familiar voice says from inside the Grand Suite.

A butler in an expensive looking outfit opens the door and examines us, squinting his eyes. "Can I help you?"

"We were, uh, wondering if Redfoo and Skyblu were here." I realize how bad of an idea this is and I can see Abby teetering from one foot to the other next me in anticipation.

"Oh, you're just a couple of fans." The butler sighs in exasperation. "Give me a moment."

He closes the door and we hear him yell out "Stefan, they're just fans. Do you want me to send them away?"

"Nah, man, I got time for a few fans. Let 'em in."

I grab Abby's hand and we do a victory dance together, squealing as quietly as we can.

The doors opens once again and the butler beckons us into the suite.

We both gasp. The room is huge, way bigger than ours. We had stopped at ours to change into better clothes and do our hair so we would look good for Skyblu and Redfoo, and it was tiny compared the their suite.

And there, sitting on a large couch, with a drink in their hands, are none other than Skyblu and Redfoo.

My mouth hangs open and Abby cries out. For some reason they're looking at us as if WE'RE the celebrities.

"Wow, the butler never told us you girls were beautiful." Skyblu compliments.

Redfoo pats the sofa. "Come sit." I can tell he's paying more attention to me, while Skyblu seems to have his eyes on Abby.

We both go and squeeze our way onto the couch, although it's smaller than it looked from afar so I'm sort of sititng on Redfoo's lap. I don't mind and he doesn't seem to either. He immediately puts his arm around me.

"My name is Sophia and my friend is Abby." I murmur, still shocked at the fact I'm talking to my favourite celebrity of all time. And I'm sitting on his lap. And he has his arm around me.

"Champagne? And call me Stefan." He looks at me.

"Sure." I say, even though I'm under the legal drinking age. Abby says yes too.

5 glasses later, Abby is engaged in her own conversation with Skyler (Skyblu) and I'm talking to Stefan about how I don't have a boyfriend when he suddenly leans in and begins making out with me. I melt. I go along with it still, managing my way through the make out session without screaming in excitement. He slips his tongue inside my mouth and I do the same. He starts kissing softly down my cheek to my chin, to my neck.
"Redfoo," I moan as his fingers inch beneath my dress, his teeth biting on my neck. I realize immediately how stupid I must sound calling him by his band name.
"Stefan." He corrects, and I can feel him grin.
As I roll over and straddle him, kissing his lips teasingly and playing with the belt on his pants, I, for the thousandth time, consider, the fact that Redfoo, the guy who's posters I have taped all around my bedroom walls, is about to **** me. I quickly glance over and see things are getting hot with Skyler and Abby as well, so as Stefan and I continue kissing each other, he picks me up and carries me to a bedroom, my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms wrapped around his shoulders.
He falls onto the bed and playfully kisses me on the neck once more before standing me up.
"Strip, baby. I bet you're gorgeous under those clothes." Stefan smiles and turns on some vulgar rap music. I quickly realize it's my favourite song he's playing.

I move to the beat, teasingly playing with the straps of my dress. I look down and see Stefan already has an bo*r. He's biting his lip. I pull down my dress, revealing my lacy yellow bra that goes with my panties and high heels. I quickly pull it up again, teasing him. "Oh, I want you, babe!" He moans.

I giggle and peel off my dress, turning around and spanking my bum in my yellow panties. He pulls me forward and pins me onto the bed, kissing me on the lips, on my neck. He takes off his shirt and throws it to the ground, then pulls off my bra slowly.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." He says, kissing on my bre$ts.

I roll over and get on top, straddling him. I feel his bo**r pressing into my thigh as I lean forward to kiss him, and I pull back and rub it from the outside of his pants. He groans. I pull off his pants and slowly begin to pull off his boxers...

...To Be Continued...