100° Fahrenheit.

That’s how hot it was at this shitty motel you were stuck at with Mötley crüe. Being their photographer was a shitty enough job, but this was even worse.

So, when you walk out into the enclosed pool area, where the band all laid out on separate sun beds, you weren’t surprised when Tommy let out a low whistle, his eyes trained to your body as you walked past.

But who couldn’t stare? The small bikini that barely covered your body was a sight for sore eyes.