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Before going in, Nick called the owners of the club and asked them to send out two body guards to help him and Sharon get in all right. Within seconds the bodyguards came out and helped Sharon and Nick push through the crowd of girls. They were led to the VIP room and were told to stay there unless they were leaving for good.
"Great, we have to stay stuck in this room all night. Well I'm going to the bar, I don't think anyone will recognize me anyway."
"I don't know if that's a good idea. There are a lot of BSB fans out there who keep tabs on you. Something may happen..."
"Like what? Are you implying I'll get into a fight?"
"Well, let's just remember what happened when you heard those girls at school talking about me."
"God, Nick, that was years ago! I'll be right back! If you see Catey, tell her where I am."
"Fine." Nick began wandering around the room, observing the atmosphere. It was very smoky, and most people looked coked out, if not drunk. He was beginning to wonder if Brian had left all ready when he saw him standing in a nearby corner with Catey. They were surrounded by a bunch of brown nosers. Nick squeezed past all of them.
"Hey Brian, what's up?"
"Nicky! You made it my man. What's goin on?"
"Not much, not much. Hey Catey, Sharon went to go get a drink, she said to meet her there."
"Ok. Its about fucking time you guys got here. What took so long?"
"Well you know, traffic and all. We got a little caught up."
"Riiight. Well I'm gonna go find Sharon. See ya later."
Catey left the boys to deal with all the phony people around them kissing their asses. She immediately spotted Sharon at the bar.
"You're an hour late."
"Nice to see you, too," Sharon said. "Want a screw driver? Bartender, gimme one more of the same."
"Thanks. I'm definitely looking to get trashed. Word is that *NSync may show up. They heard that Nick and Brian would be here and they decided they had to take the spotlight I guess," Catey said.
"Shit, what're you gonna do if you run into Justin?"
"I don't know, I'm hoping it'll be too crowded for him to notice me. I can stay out on the dance floor all night while he's in the VIP room. So anyway, that's too bad about the traffic getting over here."
"Traffic?"
"I knew Nick was lying. Why were you so late?"
"You know I was getting ass for the first time in months."
"Yeah that's understandable. How was it?"
"It was great, as usual." Just then The Venga Boys started playing in the club.
"Oh well you KNOW we've gotta dance to this one," Sharon said sarcastically.
"I actually kinda like this. Come on, let's dance. It'll get my mind off of things."
"Ok, one more drink, though."
"Of course." The girls gulped down their next drinks and found random guys on the floor to dance with.
Meanwhile, the boys were still lounging in the VIP room. Random skanky girls were trying to flirt with them like crazy.
"Hey Nicky, why don't you let me buy you a drink?" a very scantily clad woman asked Nick. She put her arm around his neck.
"Um, no thanks. I'm here with my loving girlfriend," he said while removing her arm.
"Oh come on. I'm sure on the road you've met with tons of girls, if you know what I mean. You can call me Candy."
"Um, Candy, I'm not interested in anyone but her. On the road I keep to myself. So if you don't mind..."
"Nick come here, I need to tell you something," Candy said.
"What?" Nick asked, leaning in to hear her better.
"Come back to my place and I'll give you the best blow job of your life. I'll suck you dry, baby. What do you say?"
Nick was shocked but he knew to expect this sort of thing.
"Look, I don't want to be rude but it's not gonna happen."
"Nick, you know you want to. What does your girlfriend have you pussy whipped or something?"
"Hey what's goin on here?" Sharon said, coming up from behind them. She had gotten tired of dancing and came to check up on Nick. She stared Candy up and down, not hiding her displeasure.
"Oh, nothing, nothing at all. Candy here was just leaving. Right Candy?" Nick was trying so hard not to have Sharon start a fight, especially since she was drunk by now and he knew it.
"Candy, huh? Your parents must be proud," Sharon said in a very snotty voice. Nick remembered why he never went out with her in public anymore.
"Excuse me? What is your problem?" Candy asked.
"My problem is that you're dressed like a whore and you're all over my husband. Get the fuck out of here, bitch."
Candy sneered at Sharon but knew better than to argue with her. She left them and went to find another celebrity to work on.
"Whoa...what did you just say?" Nick asked after hearing Sharon say the word 'husband.'
"I...I don't know. I'm drunk, leave me alone," Sharon said trying to get herself out of a sticky situation. She didn't have to, though, because soon there was a huge commotion coming from outside.
"What the hell is going on out there?" she wondered out loud. She didn't have to wait long for an answer, because she soon saw the five *Nsync guys surrounded by body guards heading straight for the VIP room.
"Fuck," she thought. She ran off to find Catey.
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