Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Fanboys
Universe: Flash
Summary: Jillian's first encounter with fanboys is... scary. But 
she quickly sees the possibilities.
Keywords: MF, oral, flash
Revision: 1.0
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                       STANDARD DISCLAIMER

This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It 
contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you 
are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO 
NOT read any further.

All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to 
any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely 
coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse 
any of the activities described in this story.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without 
the written permission of the author, Nick Scipio 
(nick_scipio@yahoo.com). This story may be freely distributed 
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Copyright (c) 2003-2005 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.

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Fanboys
by Nick Scipio
(268 words)

Jillian stared at the people in line for autographs. The fervor 
of the fans almost scared her. They were mostly young men, in 
their mid-teens to late-twenties, with too many creepy forty-
year-old guys thrown in. The younger fans had bad acne or body 
odor, and the older guys were... disturbing. But they were _all_ 
fanatical about the show.

We love you, they said. You're so beautiful, they said. Most of 
them called her T'pet, her character's name. It didn't seem to 
matter that she was from Kansas City, not the planet T'pling'k. 
And they all wished she'd worn her costume, a revealing, skin-
tight body suit.

Finally, with her jaw aching from wearing a false smile and her 
hand cramped from signing her name so many times, the studio PR 
assistant escorted her to the VIP dining room where she could 
have some privacy, some normalcy. The back corner booth had a 
large round table with a white linen tablecloth that reached to 
the floor. She relaxed when she saw her co-star, Rachel, already 
seated at the table.

"I see that you survived your first fanboy feeding frenzy," 
Rachel said. She was the show's vixen--a little older, busty 
where Jillian was lithe, brunette to Jillian's blonde.

"God," Jillian asked, "is it always like that?"

"Pretty much. But the advertisers pay our bills 'cause the 
fanboys love us."

"How do you stand it? They're all so... obsessed."

"Obsession," Rachel said languidly, "isn't such a bad thing. You 
just have to focus it properly." Then she leaned back, smiled, 
and patted the young man whose head was between her thighs.

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