Lily's third week in San Francisco started very uneventfully. She went to her fellowship program during the day and at night, either worked her job at Burgers and Babes or got drunk with her classmates. Lily was very disappointed no straight men had signed up for the fellowship; she wanted an easy-to-access fuck buddy. She wondered if she could get one of the gay guys to use her in the ass as a cum bucket, an activity she had come to love after sleeping with Juan and his roommates.
Nothing had developed with Jake, the older gentleman who was a regular at work. He was back in the restaurant and flirted with Lily like everyone else, but he seemed to have other waitresses on his to-do list before it would be Lily's turn, so Lily mentally put Jake on the back burner.
Thursday came around, and two of Lily's classmates had asked her to attend a small concert with her. They had heard Lily was a fan of funk music, something she had picked up from her former fiancé Marshall. Lily eagerly agreed to go.
Thursday after class, Lily wore a shiny golden jumpsuit with no sleeves, fully exposing her back and cleavage. It was held up by a single tie behind her neck. She didn't bother to wear any panties or bra with it, loving the feeling of being all-natural when going out. Lily met her friends at the venue, more of a bar with a large stage than anything else.
The group of girls sat at a table directly in front of the stage and ordered a round of shots to start the night, with beers to follow. They were already in an excited state and had fun finding creative ways to shoot down the guys that approached them that first hour.
Eventually, the first singer of the night came on. Lily wasn't all that excited about the performance but just enjoyed being out with her new group of friends as they listened to a new and going nowhere artist. The second act was a lot better. The group of women signing next definitely had talent, and the whole bar moved to their rhythm. Lily thought that if any of them had looked remotely like Robin, she would have already flashed the group, but she decided to hold off. It was a good choice.
The second group finished up, and there was a 30-minute break while the bar waited for their mysterious headliner to show up. The break also brought the breaking up of Lily's friends' group. Now that they were a few shots and multiple beers into the night, the girls were getting picked off one by one by the men approaching their table and drawn out into makeout sessions in different parts of the bar.
Lily was near the restrooms making out with someone she thought was a college student. She didn't know his actual name; she just called him Skippy in her head. He was built like a stick figure and fumbled his approach to her in a highly awkward way. Still, Lily found it absolutely adorable, like a baby tiger trying to pounce on imaginary prey. She definitely wasn't going to sleep with him, but she wanted to reward the effort.
Five minutes into the makeout session, the bar lights dimmed again, and the MC took the stage. Lily was focused on teaching Skippy how to kiss, so she only half-heartily listened to the MC until she heard.
"Welcome to the stage George Clinton!"
Lily froze her makeout, giving the name time to register as the bar around her erupted into cheers, and Skippy kept trying to shove his tongue down her throat.
Breaking off her makeout with Skippy, Lily rushed toward the front, using her small frame to duck between narrow spaces, and aggressively swung her elbows to push past people until she was standing against the stage directly in the middle.
George being the legend he is with funk music, had the whole bar in an electric state from the moment he took the stage. The portly black man with his bushy beard and wild yellow and red dreads put on a show no one at the bar would ever forget. Especially Lily. During his last song of the night, George pulled Lily on stage to help sing the song, the thrill of being on stage singing with the legend went directly to the junction between Lily's legs as she performed for the audience and George.
George wrapped up his last song and thanked the audience and the MC. Turning to the exit, he grabbed Lily's hand and pulled her out of the bar and into his waiting limo outside. Lily was too shocked to react; she let George lead her and listened to his conversation while he talked with his entourage as they drove back to their tour bus.
Exiting the Limo, George led Lily into the bus with a group of 7 other people. Food and weed were handed out on the bus as Lily felt the bus depart. George had a show in Portland, Oregon, the next day, and the bus would be driving eleven hours through the night.
An hour into the drive, George turned to Lily and started flirting with her for the first time this trip. Lily instantly swooned, still excited to be acknowledged by a celebrity, especially one whose music she loved. Before Lily knew it, George had her jumpsuit tie undone, exposing Lily's breasts to the mixed group of men and women on the bus.
