"I want you," she whispered. Her blonde hair framed an oddly angelic, young face that suggested experience that came without time.
"I want you more," an equally gorgeous redhead smiled cruelly.
The vocalist mentally tabulated his options, realizing that choosing one would mean losing the other.
"So, big boy," the blonde smiled. She was tall, leggy, with an athletic body. "What's it gonna be?"
The redhead grinned. She wasn't as tall as her friend, but Tony found her to be the more gorgeous of the two. Her firm but curvy body displayed an ample bust set atop tight, rounded hips. He envisioned grabbing a hold of those hips, and pulling her body close to his.
"I, uh," he stammered.
"Her or me?" the redhead smiled.
"Angie," the blonde pointed to herself, "or Krissy?"
Tony bit his pierced lip. He glanced first at Angie, taunting, sexy, young; then at Krissy, a goddess with her red bondage pants and equally red locks.
"Or," Krissy grinned. "You could have both of us."
"That is," Angie smirked, "if you think you can handle it."
Had he heard correctly? Tony's mind ran wild and he realized that, for tonight, the gods were shining down favorably upon him.
"I can dig that," he laughed.
"I'm sure you can," the two girls cooed in unison.
Angie extended her hand and interlocked it with Krissy's. The girls began to walk away from the tour bus and towards the hotel, glancing over their shoulders at the shocked singer.
"Are you coming?" Krissy giggled.
"Not yet," Tony grinned and trotted behind the pair, key in hand.
The girls giggled as Tony placed the silver key into the lock, and swung the large red door open to allow them entrance into his hotel room. The beds were both unmade, pillows were strewn across the floor, and a blowdryer lay chaotically sprawled across one of the beds.
"Nice setup," Krissy observed, bringing laughter from Angie.
"It definitely paints a picture."
"What's that?" Krissy questioned her friend.
"A picture of two men, in one hotel room . . . Desperately in need of a maid!"
The girls commenced their laughter.
Tony shook his head dismissively and continued on his way to the bathroom. When he returned, he was carrying three beers.
"Ah, secret stash?" Angie smiled.
Tony nodded.
Krissy waved away the offered beverage. "I don't drink, thanks."
"Your loss," Angie grinned toward the redhead, flipping her hair over her shoulders and staring up at Tony.
"So, who does a girl have to beg to get some weed around here?"
Tony's face lit up. "If you beg on your knees, it may be negotiable."
Krissy chuckled.
"I can do that,"Angie smiled and slid off the bed. She placed her beer on the nightstand between the two beds and kneeled in-front of Tony, who was seated on the bed across from the two girls.
"Please, please," she grinned as she ran her hands over his thighs.
Tony was speechless as Angie reached for his fly, and pulled his zipper down toward the bed. "I can be a good girl," she cooed. "But I prefer to be a bad one. Very, very bad."
