(More thanks to Victoria for all the assistance she provided.)
Foreshadowing: After being covered in cum-shots from her tits to her pussy, by the four- member "Security Team", Paula was given a black "Security" t-shirt, told not to clean up and then escorted to the VIP concert viewing area. The "Security Team" promised to return for the trio and escort them to the backstage band area at the end of the concert..
*
"Oh my fucking god," Phoebe-Paige breathed excitedly. "Where did you find those hunks?"
"Yeah," Piper-Jean echoed, "Where? Come on Paula, no holding out! You know the rule! You have to share the skinny." Piper Jean was grinning, but her words were barely heard over the all the cheering as the first band entered onto the over-lit stage.
"They found me; but let me tell you during the intermission," Paula said, "and I promise to tell you all of it. And no ladies, I won't leave anything out!" Paula grinned to the other two girls who sat on either side of her. It was a good thing that she was going to fill them in during intermission. There was no way she could have told them all of it now, because she'd never have been heard over all the cheering and screaming that accompanied the first four groups.
Finally the intermission was announced and two of the Security staff came back to see if the girls wanted any drinks or anything to eat. There were eight more groups to go and another scheduled intermission, so if they were hungry, they'd best speak up now. The girls quickly gave their drink orders and the two guys disappeared and returned shortly with trays of drinks and eats.
Phoebe-Paige eyed the 6-foot 6-inch blonde up and down and set her sights on sampling his goodies as soon as possible and hopefully again later. She'd been horny to feel him between her legs ever since he first showed up with a disheveled, cum-smelling Paula in tow. She didn't need to ask Paula what had happened to cause her delay in meeting them, she knew! She nearly spilled her Pina Colada when she realized that the object of her wayward thoughts had just spoken to her and when she hadn't answered, he had lightly touched her shoulder.
"W-w-what did you say? I'm sorry I didn't hear you the first time." The giant sat down in the empty seat next to her and repeated what he'd said.
"Do you like what you see?" he said as he bent lower. "If so, then you and your lady friends could help us settle a bet we have going. Are you game?" The built, bulky security team member couldn't keep his eyes off Phoebe-Paige's cleavage and felt his 9-inch cock growing as he imagined giving her a tit-fuck, until he shot his load all over them. She had the most beautiful full globes he'd seen ever fill out a swim top.
"I certainly do like what I see. Are you offering a sample?" Phoebe-Paige couldn't believe she'd just asked this brute with the massive arms something that forward, but she couldn't take it back now. It had been said... it was out there. She had to screw up her courage and continue.
"If I could persuade you to get me another Pina Colada, I'd love to help you with that bet... or we can talk about a side wager, if you'd like."
"Why don't you accompany me to the VIP bar? It's down these stairs and practically right under where we're sitting." He stood up to his full height and held out his hand to help her up from her chair.