Girls Town, Girls Town - 2

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***Before you read this chapter, I would like to warn you that there will be some scenes that may contain sexual themes and suggestive innuendos. Readers' discretion is strictly advised.***

Thank you for reading the first chapter, by the way! Be prepared for the unexpected, though this makes a lot of cringe. Wattpad isn't actually my thing though I already had a story, which was "Waking Up with Insecurities" and my very first Beatles fanfic, "One Night Will Make a Difference" which will be rewritten because it was too 'erotic', especially for young Wattpad readers. Proceed with the story.

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PAUL MCCARTNEY

To lead a better life
I need my love to be here...

"Oh, Macca..."

"J-Jane? Why are you... Naked? In an empty pool?"

Jane Asher lying on the white sheets with her bare naked body was the best thing I had ever seen. She licked her finger seductively in front of me and it kinda turned me on. Reowr.

"It's not important. Come here, darling, and take them off as well."

So I took off everything, even my tight white boxers, exposing my package. It was kinda... Embarrassing.

"Oh dear! Your--" She was shocked with mixed emotions when she saw it.

"As if you never have seen this before!"

Making a "come here" gesture at me, I went closer and closer until our bodies intertwined.

Here, making each day of the year
Changing my life with a wave of her hand
Nobody can deny that there's something there...

There, running my hands through her hair
Both of us thinking how good it can be
Someone is speaking, but she doesn't know he's there...

I felt warm when I was with 'er, like something a spark from the electrocution. Zap!

I want her everywhere
And if she's beside me I know I need never care
But to love her is to need her everywhere...

"Macca..."

"Yes, Jane?"

Knowing that love is to share
Each one believing that love never dies
Watching their eyes and hoping I'm always there.

"Macca..."

"Jane..."

"MACCA!" George screamed. Yet, again, he had ruined another one of my fantasies with my girlfriend. "You're fooking yourself again, eh?! Get off that chair! We have a big day ahead. Go on, clock's a tickin'!"

"Mmph..."

John and Ringo laughed boisterously in the background. Did I actually look like an aroused git every time I dreamed of myself with her and, um...

You already knew what would happen next, so stop using your dirty noggin, you filthy bastards!

Great way to ruin the moment, eh?

"WE'RE GOING! We'll be there in an hour!"

"Coming Eppy!" We both replied in unison, as we geared up for the tour.

On the road 15 minutes later...

As we drove up in the car, I saw two French girls doing a catfight over a short fellow. He was almost on Ringo's height.

"Ringo, do you see that? Those birds... They're going wild like a bunch of animals fighting over an afternoon snack!"

But he was indifferent in the situation and shruged, "Don't know, don't care."

"I can handle these filles myself." John to the rescue everybody!

"John you can't be serious! You'll be there for the birds, not him."

"I can handle this on my own. I'm an independent lad, Eppy."

"If you say so."

He pushed me away and led his way out to the outrage.

JOHN LENNON

"What the f*ck's going on 'ere?"

All the French girls started to stare at me and started to shriek like a High School chick, "C'est John Lennon!"

"Whoa whoa whoa, stay out of this! This is my responsibility." Mr. Shorty over there being the hero. Hurrah.

"Oh yeah? I'm here to stop this, not to start an argument with you, small boy."

One of the girls tried to stop us from starting a brawl between us.

"Boys... Boys... You two are both my idols."

I scratched my head in confusion, but when I saw his face up close, he sounded familiar.

*flashback sequence*

I remembered about last night when Paul and I read the newspaper.

Thoughts had been going through inside my mind, "It's Paul Anka." So I stopped messing with him and had a handshake with him instead. I was trying to be civil for once in my life after engaging myself in fights in the past, especially whenever I tried to protect my fellow, Paul McCartney.

"Apologies for being a knob, Mr. Anka."

"How do you know my last name? Have we met before? Do I know you?" His eyes was still in a stage of confusion.

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A/N:

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