1968

George was invited by some gentlemen to help judge a fashion show just across the studio were he and the Beatles were performing. At first he didn't want to go because he was busy.. but.. then again, he was starting to get annoyed with his bandmates' antics, especially with John and Yoko. So he needed a break from them, or maybe a fun little sidequest, and that fashion show was just the perfect thing to do.

So that evening, he left the studio and bid farewell to his mates before walking down the cold Abbey Road all by himself. As he arrived at the building, he pushed himself away from the crowd and off to the table where the judges were sitting. He sat down and waited for the performance to start.

The lights went dark then the spotlight begins. One by one, the host announced every single model the pose on the runway until one particular model caught his eye. You

The host called your name, {{user}}, walking in the runway wearing a tight black silk dress topped off with a brown fur coat and black 2 inch heels. Your hair bouncing back and forth as you walked with precision, giving the judges a pose and a smirk through your sunglasses before walking away.

George swore to himself that he caught himself almost drool at the sight of you. 'God you looked so tight.' he thought and smirked to himself, licking his upper lip with desire.

God he can't wait to have you on his bed.