80s Band Imagines

❤ Nikki- More Than a Groupie

A/N: His smile... Ugh. I'm in love.
Sorry, on with my first imagine!
-R.S.

Fluff, a little Angst

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Being on tour with Motley Crue isn't as fun as it may seem. Sure, the parties and shows are fun and all, but I'm just not sure how much longer I can stay. Allow me to explain.

I'm Tommy's little sister by 2 years. And I'm pretty much Nikki's personal groupie. By that, I mean, when he wants to fuck, I'm there. And no, he didn't blackmail me or force me into it. I personally found the bassist attractive. So, after one show, we hooked up, and it's been the same since then.

But now I'm facing a predicament. I'm sure you've already guessed what it is. It doesn't take a genius to guess that I'm head over heels for the man. But I'm simply his side piece; for two main reasons.

1: I'm 6 years younger than him.
2: I'm Tommy's sister. That wouldn't exactly go over well with my older brother.

I'm just the girl he calls when he needs a good fuck. That's basically it. We don't cuddle, we hardly ever talk afterward, and when we do, it's usually Nikki talking about what just happened. And for a while, that was okay, y'know, until I got attached.

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I woke up next to Nikki; no surprise there. I recognized it as Nikki's hotel room. I looked at the clock, and the bright red numbers read 4:17. 

What the hell? I'm never up before 6. 

I tossed and turned until 5, trying to get comfortable, but gave up and decided to go back to my room. I got dressed as quietly as I could, grabbed a bottle of water, and left Nikki's room. I opened the door to mine and climbed into bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

I woke up to Vince shaking me lightly. I'm pretty close with all of the guys for obvious reasons. I actually consider Vince my best friend, you know, aside from Tommy. Which explains why he has a key to my room. I groaned and whined for a little before sitting up and looking at the singer with tired eyes.

"How'd you sleep last night?"
He asked, sitting on my bed.

"Barely slept at all, thanks to your bassist,"
I mumbled. Yes, Vince knows about Nikki and me. Hell, I'm sure Mick even knows. How Tommy hasn't figured it out, I still don't know.

"No one has you crawling back for more, kid. How many times do I have to explain this shit to you? You need to leave him alone already. Before you get hurt."
Vince said, looking at me with a half-sympathetic look.

"Who says I'm gonna get hurt?"
I spat defensively.

"Are you really gonna pretend like you don't know that Nikki blows through chicks like they're goin' out of style?"
 Vince says with a questioning look.

"I haven't seen him with anyone but me. No groupies, no whores, no nothing."
I said, trying to weaken Vince's argument.

"June, you and I both know that's a load of bullshit. You came to me crying because you walked in on him fucking someone else. Admit it; you love him."
The singer says, clearly growing frustrated with me.