Music is her soul, her love, her pain and passion. Nana dissolves in the music, in the rhythm, in the sense of the lyrics that she sings, and is completely given to them! Although concerts and take all the power: she sings and dances - but in return a sea of ​​energy from fans. No - the ocean! Nana bathes in him, revels in his strength and power. And no longer can live without him. This energy is its drug with which it can further create.

Nana loves her fans. They can not love. In their eyes - boundless love, adoration, reverence. And these feelings are sincere, gratuitous. In their view: “Sing, Nana, just sing, our sweet-voiced bird!”

That's just all these faces merge into one smiling, screaming, waving bouquets of flowers and a smiley screen glittering with smartphone screens. He loves her equally, he sings her song with her and raises his hands, as if he wants to reach her, at least touch the hem of her sparkling skirt with his fingertips.

But today's concert is something special - among the fans, these equally happy faces, Nana suddenly caught out with the look of a young man. He was distinguished by the fact that he did not sing and did not smile like everyone else, but calmly watched her. But the admiring glance still betrayed that it was not by chance that he was at her concert in the forefront with a bouquet of her favorite roses, red, with a yellow overflow. This detachment and his dissimilarity intrigued her, and she involuntarily returned her eyes to this young man again and again.

He also stood out for his appearance - among the majority of Japanese fans, his purely European facial features were a bright contrast. Tall, above 180, among the low Japanese, bright hair in some sort of "disorderly order", and serious, surrounded by hundreds of smiles. But his gaze ... he pierced, enveloped, stripped ... Not for the first time she saw the fanning glances of fans, but this one was special - and gentle, and passionate at the same time, and quivering, and madly wild. The young man simply took possession of her here on stage, while she danced, invitingly wagging two black tails and moving her slender hips rhythmically. He had already kissed her bare tummy, whitening between her skirt and frank short jacket on the smell, which he did not hide, but on the contrary defiantly exposed her breasts in a black bra. He already climbed his greedy hands under the short hem and hotly squeezed her ass ...

These views so excited Nana that she just dissolved into them, and melted, melted ... And when I went out to sing her hot song “Guilty”, I already sang almost addressed. She sang to him: "... come on, move, get a hold of me ..." - and felt like a hot wave of desire covers her. Nana looked at the young man for the last time - he smiled mysteriously, with the edges of her lips, so that goose bumps ran through her body.

She was flooded with flowers, and she, thanks to her fans and scattering kisses, went backstage. But the man didn’t come close to her, but she really wanted to look into those eyes, burn them with influence.

The concert is over - you can recover and relax. Two burning coal looked at her from the mirror, her cheeks glowing, her chest heaving. Fatigue is not felt, it will come later, and now adrenaline in the blood is raging in flames.

Nana sat in a chair in front of the mirror and pressed her palms to her cheeks. God, what found her? She was excited by the looks of an unfamiliar guy alone! It seems, for a long time there was no sex. Either adrenalin rush and played a cruel joke with her. The girl waved her hands over her face, creating a breeze.Need to come to life! Even to meet with fans - they certainly are waiting for her autographs.

Having corrected a make-up, she critically examined herself. Dark hair, bangs framing the face in a semi-circle, expressive brown eyes, a small nose, a charming smile - a lovely Japanese girl. She was not given a 25, especially when she was with two tails, as now, and in a short skirt. In fact, she was 30 with a big tail. Such a schoolgirl in appearance, inside - a hot kitty. Otherwise you can not say - the right girls do not sing songs about hot sex.

Suddenly Nana heard some noise and voices behind the door of her dressing room. It seems that someone was not allowed to go to her. My heart suddenly treacherously jumped up and quickly beat in the hope that the same young man came to her. She hurried to look out the door. Her heart was not deceived - he was there! He was as calm as the whole concert was, explaining something to the security staff, but they stubbornly stood their ground and did not let him in to her. Well, they did their job well.

- Skip it! - Nana said, and all turned to her. She met the attentive gaze of a stranger, and a shiver of excitement and desire again passed over the spine.

The young man straightened the collar of his shirt and approached her.

- Can I talk to you? - he had a deep velvet voice, and close he was very young, not more than 25. Tall, wiry, cute.

Glancing at him, the singer nodded and went deep into the dressing room. A young man came behind her and quietly closed the door, turning the tongue. Nana sat down in a chair, turned it away from the mirror, and put her legs on the leg. It is better to look at a tall guy sitting than to appear very small next to him. With her height of 153 cm, even with high heels, she was significantly inferior to him in height.

- What did you want to talk about? Want an autograph? A photo?..

He looked at her carefully, as if he did not understand her words, and suddenly knelt on her knee in front of her, holding out a bouquet of the very same roses, red, with a yellow overflow, her favorite. She took them and inhaled the sweet scent.

“I came to ask for a kiss ...” said the young man, without raising his eyes. Here is a twist - flowers and kiss right away! "Apparently embarrassed," thought Nana, although she was a little disappointed. There was no timidity in his eyes when he looked at her on stage.

“And where do you want to kiss me? ...” the girl asked with a smile after a short pause, examining his profile and fluffy light cilia covering blue eyes that he never raised.

Instead of answering, he took her leg in his hands, took off his high-heeled shoe, and pressed his lips to the arch of the foot. At this moment, Nana regretted that she was wearing tight black tights, without them it would have been much nicer to feel this unusual kiss.

- What is your name?

“Anton,” the young man said softly and continued to cover her leg with kisses, a little higher, higher. Already touched the knees. It was nice and did not want to forbid kissing above, but everything that happened still seemed to the girl to be some kind of farce, wrong, unnecessary. She did not see it in his eyes there, on the stage.

- Nana, - in turn, the singer introduced herself with a grin.

The young man suddenly stopped. And he looked up. Fire raged in them, sparks flew, scattering glittering blue rays inside the iris. Nana froze in surprise, holding her breath. The guy stood up abruptly - and now she was standing, pressed to his chest with a strong hand. The other hand is buried in the hair. Under the onslaught of his hot lips and tongue, the girl opened her mouth, groaning from a sudden desire, such a madman, so burning.

He slightly loosened his grip, and Nana, stepping on a leg without a shoe, slightly swayed, losing her balance. But his hand, hugging her waist, did not let her fall. The other one tore off the floors of her shiny short jacket, dropped from her shoulders. The lips proceeded down the neck, not allowing me to come to my senses and align my breath, and covered the top of my chest, which, by the way, was quickly freed from the captivity of the black bra. Nana shuddered, suddenly realizing how she looked in the eyes of a fan.She put her hands on the man’s chest and, when he looked up at her burning eyes, slapped him in the face.

- What do you allow yourself! - shouted and immediately regretted. His gaze, enthusiastic and hot, suddenly flashed ice ...