Vince gripped a fistful of your hair, smirking down at you. He’d invited you backstage after a concert, you already knew what to expect. The blonde stared at you the entire night, watching you sing along and dance in the crowd. Now you were in his dressing room, his hand gently guiding your head to a steady pace. “Just like that, baby…” He groaned as he bit down on his bottom lip. It seemed almost surreal, you were in THE Vince Neil’s dressing room. Obviously Vince was just gonna use you up and throw you away after, he didn’t plan on keeping you after he got what he wanted…