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little. She could feel, more than hear Annie moaning in ecstasy and as she spied the bulge in Brads trousers, just before he covered it up with his guitar, she broke off from the kiss for a moment to look up at him, her mouth open, tongue glistening with Annie’s saliva. Brad was struggling to concentrate, as they were about to begin the first song. She smiled at him before locking lips with Annie once more.
     
    Looking down on Annie and her friend whose name he couldn’t remember, Brad felt himself becoming heavily aroused. They were both watching him as they kissed and touched one another and Brad knew that tonight they were his, not just Annie but the other one too. He covered up the quickly growing bulge in his pants and turned, ready to start the gig. It was going to be one of the best gigs in a long time. 
     
    Taking her by the hand and hurriedly leading Jen away from the stage, Annie headed for the toilets at the back of the hall, her eyes glazed over with the early signs of sexual arousal.
     
    “Where are you taking me?” Jen asked, a little perturbed by Annie’s eagerness to drag them away from the stage where Brad waited for her, clearly attracted to her antics with Annie.
     
     “You’ll see,” Annie looked over her shoulder and gave Jen a cheeky wink before bursting through the edge of the crowd and starting up some stairs, pulling Jen hard as if she were leading a dog.
     
    “Shouldn’t we be back there?” Jen said, still fighting Annie’s attempts to drag them further up the stairs, “I mean, after all, you did say you were gonna help me win Brad’s heart, right?”
     
    Half way up the dimly lit stairs, Annie turned; her face barely visible in the dim light, “This IS helping you win that dope’s heart, trust me. You don’t think he didn’t see us come up here just now?” Annie leant forward so she could see Jen clearly in the dark space, “He knows what’s up here, and he knows we’ll be waiting when he finishes the gig.”
     
    Jen nodded and smiled, convinced that what Annie said was true. Of course he would go and find them. His pants were ready to burst back there on the stage, he was as hard as a rock, but why was Annie so eager to take her there now? The gig wasn’t over for another hour.
     
    Still, in the back of her mind she remembered the way it had felt when she kissed Annie and especially when Annie’s fingers had entered her and sent waves of pleasure erupting through her pussy. Maybe there was more to come … Jen couldn’t believe she was even contemplating having sex with another woman but Annie had made her feel so horny, she had almost come right there on the dance-floor. If Annie was planning on making love to her somewhere upstairs, then Jen wasn’t about to turn the opportunity down. Besides, she could have them both, Annie and Brad in a hot, sticky threesome that would have Brad aching for her … he would be hers at last. 
     
    Smiling, she hurried up the stairs after Annie, confident that her plan would come off.
     
    Where are they going?
     
    Brad watched them as they mounted the stairs at the end of the hall and disappeared from view. Interesting. They were heading up to his personal room where only he and the other band members went to chill out after each gig. There was nothing up there but a couple of old sofas and a mattress where they could crash after gigs if need be. Breaking into a solo at the end of one of their best songs, his eyes returned to his guitar, focusing on the strings, but his mind was drifting into the future envisioning him sandwiched between the two girls..
     
    Leaping onto the mattress and flopping about on it like a child just discovering the springs in a mattress for the first time, Annie laughed, a childish sound, and looked up at Jen as she stood in the doorway watching, shyly.
     
    Annie laughed even louder as she bounced to her feet, “Look at you, Jen. You look like a frightened little school girl!” She stopped