"Gather round, ladies!" Gary's voice rang out across the car park and all the excited chatter began to die down. "We need to take some publicity pictures, so could you all take your bikes and stand in a semi-circle by the hedge over there? Our celebrity guest, Lance Clarke, is arriving shortly and he'll be joining the photo shoot too!"
Louise's ears pricked up. Lance Clarke was an actor from one of her favourite soaps and she was dying to meet him in the flesh. The tabloids were always full of stories about his alleged wrong doings and he was fairly high profile. Fortunately, because he was a patron of their designated charity, he had deigned to be there for the big departure.
Just as they all lined up with their bikes for the local newspaper photographer, Lance Clarke duly arrived driving a sporty cabriolet. Twenty pairs of curious eyes stared as he screeched to a halt and opened the door. He was talking on his cell phone as he strode towards them. "Yes, darling, I'm aware of that," he said loudly. "You know what rubbish the tabloids publish these days. I assure you it wasn't me leaving that club in Soho."
Everyone listened agog as the conversation rang out in the clear morning air.
"No, darling, I would never do that to you..." There was a long pause before Lance continued through gritted teeth.
"A villa in Mauritius?" He frowned. "I suppose I can try and take the time off...look, babe, I gotta go -- doing a charity gig here and lots of folk waiting for me. Mwah!" The phone was flipped shut and he approached the group, his lean frame snugly decked out in Yves Saint Laurent and his bleached teeth smiling brilliantly.
"Hello, ladies!" he grinned as he stood before them and checked out all the tight lycra shorts on offer. "Well this is certainly a pleasure!"
Louise wasn't so sure. He reeked of expensive aftershave and up close his face clearly showed signs of ravage.
"Lance! Fab to have you here!" beamed Gary, his ubiquitous smile firmly in place.
Lance held out a hand with a large Rolex watch gleaming on his wrist. "It's my pleasure. I like to help lovely ladies enjoy a ride!" A few indiscreet titters broke out amongst the group and Louise rolled her eyes.
"Is he for real?" asked a tall woman standing behind her.
Louise laughed. "I know!" she grinned, "Does he love himself or what! I'm Louise by the way, what's your name?"
"I'm Gillian." The woman grinned back and took a step closer. "Have you done much training for this?"
Louise thought for a moment and wondered whether Paolo's massage could be considered as a workout. "Quite a lot really. You?"
"Yep -- I do triathlons for fun -- but judging from some of the conversations this morning, not everyone has."
They both rolled their eyes as they thought about the potential 5mph pace resulting from unfit cyclists. "Oh well, we'll have fun regardless," Louise said finally. "I dunno about you but I'm only going for the night out in Amsterdam."
"Too fucking right!" Gillian looked rather excited at the prospect.
"Re-group ladies!" Gary yelled. "Lance is going to join us for some pictures!"
The women gathered round in a semi-circle again with the oily Lance centre stage just the way he liked. Louise couldn't help but notice that his hand was firmly on the backside of one of the younger girls and his eyes were staring down her top as opposed to looking at the camera.
"EDAM!" shouted Gary and they dutifully smiled. They managed several pictures before Lance lost interest.
"Ooh Lance, can I have your autograph for my Nan?" squealed Rebecca, a young student from the local University.
"Sure thing, darling!" Lance puffed out his chest and flashed a thousand kilowatt smile at her. "How about walking over to my car and I'll even sign a special photo for you!"
"Wow! That's ace!" Rebecca was clearly star-struck at the prospect of a cheesy photo of Lance Clarke. She jogged after him, her large tits wobbling within her tight sports tee shirt while the rest of the group gathered round Gary for a quick discussion about the day's itinerary.
Gary glanced after Rebecca and turned to Louise with a frown. "Could you ask her to hurry up?" he asked. "Time's ticking on and I need to tell you all some important stuff before we set off."
"Sure, Gary," Louise nodded. She walked across the asphalt, wondering where Lance and Rebecca had disappeared to. The sound of voices drew her attention to a large bush beside Lance's sleek car.
"Just come round here, darling," Lance was saying in a low voice. "Now lean over so I can use your delectable little backside as a surface to write on!"
"Ooh Lance! You're so naughty!" Rebecca giggled loudly.
"Keep it down, darling!" he hissed. "Don't want the hordes following!"
Louise felt her blood boiling as she listened to the exchange. What a louse! She crept round the car carefully to see exactly what his sordid little game was.
Lance was resting a photograph on Rebecca's bottom as he quickly scrawled his name across it. "Whom shall I dedicate it to?" he asked as an afterthought.
"My Nan, Irene," squeaked Rebecca. "She'll be stoked when she sees it!"
"No problem, darling. I love my fans!" Lance grinned and added a few kisses onto the signature for good measure. "Now what can I do for you, darling?" he asked as Rebecca stood up again. "Do you want a memento too?" He winked lecherously.
The girl blushed again. "Don't know what you mean, Lance!" she giggled.
"How about a little kiss?" Lance grinned.
Rebecca's face lit up like Christmas. "Ooh Lance!" she gushed. "My mates will never believe me when I tell 'em I've snogged that famous bloke off the telly!"
"No, I'm sure they wouldn't!"
Louise nearly laughed; she figured Lance was hoping that would be the case. After all, he needed another tabloid kiss-and-tell frenzy like he needed a guest spot on the Jerry Springer Show. Any more rumoured shenanigans and his girlfriend would probably castrate him.
"Come here, darling, and let Lance show you what a real man is like!" He yanked her towards him and her muffled protest was smothered when he thrust his tongue down her throat. Her large breasts rubbed against his expensive silk shirt and he was soon groping them, squeezing the soft flesh in his hands. After a few seconds, he pulled away and stared at her contemplatively. "That's a little unfair, darling," he frowned.
"What, Lance?" She suddenly looked frightened to death, her cheeks all pink and flushed and her lips swollen.
