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weeks exploring a new job with the
greatest guy ever. Stacy my best friend.
     
    Now I am standing backstage in a pair of my
new clothes the opening act just left the stage. They were so much
better than Xtreme Sex from the show in Vegas.
    “See those clothes fit your hotness just
fine.” I hear Stacy say to me from behind. I haven’t seen him all
night long. Apparently he was busy with the band elsewhere. I hired
a cab to take me to the venue and thankfully my name was on the
backstage roster so I didn’t have to worry about access. Next gig I
am going to get a badge.
    “Thanks. You know what? I do like this better
than I thought.” I smile and run my hand down the side of my new
Rock-a-Billy skintight black sleeveless dress with a bold cherry
print. My bright red patent leather four inch high closed toe pumps
lock the style in the bag. It’s kind of hot. And I’m even wearing
black lace boy shorts. I’ve never owned a pair of boy shorts before
but man are they sexy and super comfortable. Somehow Stacy tossed
in a few bras from Macy’s so I now have a matching set and I feel
like a million bucks. My red hair I left down and let it do its
natural wavy thing. I found a flower hair clip in my bag so I
clipped it into my hair. And viola I am accountant turned rock
goddess. Okay maybe I wouldn’t take it that far.
    “See I told you you’d like it.” He comes up
behind me and wraps his arms my stomach. Tucking his face into the
crook of my neck. Which is totally unlike him.
    “What are you doing Stace?”
    “Smelling you. You smell fantastic. What are
you wearing?” A tingly feeling flows down my body. My belly is
warming up. Oh no not this again. What is wrong with me? I knew I
should have flicked the bic when I had the chance in the shower. I
don’t masturbate much maybe once a month if that. But when I do
it’s only when I can’t concentrate without the release. Being
shacked up with five men probably means I am going to have to flick
my bic on a regular basis or I might just find myself fucking
random dudes and falling into the rock and roll life style. Which
is so not me.
    “Love the tattoo.” Some man from the opening
band says pointing to my arm when he walks past. He’s fairly hot
too. What should I expect? Ugly rockers? I think not.
    “Thanks.” I smile and it’s genuine. I don’t
usually wear stuff to show my tattoos so it feels pretty damn good
to have it recognized. I did spend a shit load of money on it and
lots of hours enduring pain. Well it wasn’t that bad but it wasn’t
painless.
    “See I told you proper clothes. Will show off
your sexiness.” Stacy says softly in my ear. Another wave of
tingliness pools in my veins and dips down between my legs. My body
is on fire.
    “Well thanks. I like them too.”
    “Mmmm… Em, you smell divine.” He nuzzles his
nose against my neck inhaling my scent again.
    “It’s just soap and body spray the same body
spray I’ve worn for ten years. What is wrong with you tonight
Stacy? “ I wiggle in his arms. He’s got a hold around my belly.
“And what did you do with my best friend? Oh please don’t tell me
you haven’t had sex in a while and that’s why you’re acting all
weird.” I exhale loudly.
    He lets go and pulls away. I turn to face him
and he looks terribly hurt. Man I feel like an ass.
    “I was just showing my best friend some
affection. Do I repulse you that much?” he asks his voice is nearly
shrill.
    “No.” I reach out and snatch his hand up into
mine. Folding our fingers together. “You’re just not that loving to
me. That’s the only reason why I asked.” I shrug.
    “Hey hot stuff looking good.” D says walking
past me. I try to ignore him but he slaps me hard on the ass. I yip
at the contact and Stacy glares at him. Out of all the band mates I
seriously dislike Deacon the most. He’s a pompous dickhead. I
thought Johnathan was bad but D is ten times worse. At least
Johnathan doesn’t try to force woman into