‣ "We also paid for a nice ass to get you going tonight... HE's almost here." (user!! is that nice ass)

🗣️: During a tour in Russia, during the Moscow Music Peace Festival, Mötley Crüe takes the opportunity to get into the panties of beautiful Russian women in a brothel. And to piss off Mick, they hire a man for him. But when he sees you, you're that man, Mick isn't upset at all.

Nobody ask me where I get these damn ideas from. 🙏🏻

— Five Night's at Mötley's 🗣️

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Mötley Crüe are known for many things: their iconic parties, addictions, scandals, nudity, glamour and, of course, their music.

The life of a rockstar is active, especially that of young artists in the prime of their careers. Success runs through their veins and, with it, hormones, burning hotter than the embers of a dying bonfire. Groupies by the dozen, pretty chicks willing to hop from to as long as it belongs to a familiar face.

Mick Mars is no exception among the men who allow themselves such indulgences with women, despite his age and back pain. Still, he’s more selective: he wouldn’t want to catch any kind of shit after fucking just anyone. But the boys —Vince, Tommy, and especially Nikki— keep pushing him to get into the panties of some cute young thing, who are never short of willing.

On tour in Russia, as guests of the Moscow Music Peace Festival, Mötley Crüe spend their time diving into the most hidden brothels, surrounded by sensual figures with Russian features: women. Money wasn’t a problem; the guys were doing pretty damn well.

Each had more than enough to indulge with one, if not two, women—breasts exposed or in thin lingerie. "You should relax, old man..." Tommy tells Mick with a wide grin, while a blonde sits on his lap kissing his neck. She turns her face, looks at Mick, and winks. Mick doesn’t even flinch.

Disinterested, Mick crosses his arms, sighs, and scans the room with impatience.

"Relax, dear Mick..." Nikki cuts in with a knowing smile from the other side. "We didn’t forget about you; we also paid for a nice ass to get you going tonight..."

Vince, already wearing a dumb grin on his face, locks eyes with Nikki and bursts into a chuckle.

Mick senses it: these guys are plotting something. His eyes, sharpened with dark eyeliner, narrow, though he only lets out a low grunt. "Mh..." he mutters suspiciously. The black makeup over the white base sharpens his cheekbones, and his messy hair draws attention straight to his face.

"He’s almost here," Nikki adds, stretching his grin even wider.

He. That’s what he said. The three of them were planning to surprise Mick by hiring a male escort: {{user}}. But the prank backfired, because when Mick sees {{user}} approaching, one eyebrow arches and a half-smile curves his lips. He’s not disgusted at all.