I told her she has a better backside than any girl in the business,? one of Les Best?s stylists told a photographer forW magazine. ?That slim-hipped, tomboy butt. Like she could just slip on her boyfriend?s dirty old jeans and make them look fresh and sexy.? Serena shook her lovely blond head in good-natured protest and puffed on an American Spirit. ?My boyfriend never wears jeans. He thinks they?re overrated. He wears those green canvas army pants. You know, the real ones from the army surplus store?? She glanced around the crowded, smoky after-party which was in full force at Cr?me, a new go-go club on Forty-third Street, but she didn?t see Aaron anywhere. He?d never come backstage at the show, so she?d figured she?d just meet him here. ?And is your boyfriend named Aaron, by any chance?? the stylist asked. He giggled and pointed at her T-shirt. ?You should get Les to make a whole line of those. Everyone would totally go for it?it would be so wild!? ?Would you mind stepping back for a moment so I could get her picture?? the photographer asked the stylist. ?And could you autograph this Polaroid for my collection, Serena?? a tiny leather-pants-wearing older man with a white buzz cut asked. ?Me too!? another voice chimed in. Serena hitched up the baby blue hip-hugging Les Best jeans she?d acquired compliments of the house and pointed to the I LOVEAARONlogo emblazoned on the front of her shirt as she grinned cheesily for the camera. ?I bet if you held an auction for that shirt right now, you could sell it for a thousand dollars,? the photographer quipped as he snapped away. ?But of course you?d never part with it.? Serena took another puff on her cigarette as the group around her waited for her to respond. The T-shirt was cute, but it was really just a spur of the moment thing she?d done because she?d thought Aaron would think it was funny and to make it up to him for appearing in a fashion show on a Friday night,their night. She was a spur-of-the-moment kind of gal, which was exactly why this auction idea sounded so appealing. She could give the money to a good cause like Little Hearts, that children?s charity the Valentine?s Day ball money was supposed to go to. ?Let?s do it,? she giggled giddily. The group of admirers whooped with delight and followed her over to the bar like adoring little mice following the Pied Piper. ?Who wants to buy a T-shirt?? Serena crowed, jumping up on top of the bar, and parading up and down like she was on the runway again. Of course only someone as gorgeous as she was could actually get away with this. The DJ joined in the fun, putting on Madonna?s old classic, ?Vogue,? and turning the volume all the way up. Serena shook her booty and stuck out her chest?it was all in good fun?as every pair of eyes in the club tuned in to watch. ?Five hundred dollars!? someone shouted. ?Anyone else?? Serena taunted the dazzled crowd. ?It?s for a good cause.?
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