Once hitting their stride, a rock & roll group can be an unstoppable force. It's not easy work though, and there's a combination of forces at play that either get you through the right doors, or they don't. In other words, you either have "it" or you don't. As a frontman, the attention comes even more your way, and quite deservedly so, especially from the girls. Still, plenty of nights and gigs go by empty handed, or talking to a bunch of guys interested in gear while loading the van, or with an occasional one-off, but there's one night in particular that I can never forget.
Normally while performing Im not really paying much attention to the individual faces in the audience. On this night, the ol' band was doing a bar gig at a little place in my neighborhood that paid well, and the drinks were cheap. The place was packed wall-to-wall, and there were limited tables along the one side. That's when I saw her- well, actually- them. They looked nearly identical but they weren't, and they were staring, both with these puppy eyes locked in on me with every note and movement. Fuck, for a moment I had forgotten a few lines of the song and had to snap back into it.
During the intermission their eyes guided me to their table, as the rounds of beer and vodka tonics followed. Lo and behold, these two beautiful slender blondes were sisters, with the older of the two visiting from another town about an hour away. As a few other johns tried to join their way to the table, these girls were just locked in on me. Every word I spoke, they both eagerly nodded, lips sucking their straws, never breaking eye contact. I knew that if I played this right, there would be a high probability that I would be taking one of them home with me that night. What I didn't realize was that it would be both.
The older sister Abby was a bit harder to pinpoint, and seemed to me somewhat impatient. Sure enough, she mentioned two kids back at home, and a recently separated husband that made the situation complicated. She was in town having a little bit of fun. Nikki, the younger one, was less complicated, and was coming on with even stronger "fuck eyes". They were both wearing little cotton summer dresses with thin straps and the tiny floral patterns, and showed off toned upper bodies and toned legs. Abby had visible tan lines from where her other bra straps had been from being outdoors that summer. Her straw blonde hair was longer and more country-traditional, while Nikki's platinum hair was short, curving just under her chin. For a moment, I thought that someone was playing a prank on me and had hired hookers. The conversation was interrupted by my bass player, Tony, who told me we were due back onstage. He briefly took over the girls for me while I hit the toilet.
When I exited the bar bathroom in the back, Abby grabbed me out of nowhere and pulled me into her, pressing herself up against the wall next to some coin machines. We sloppily kissed open-mouthed, sliding tongues in and out of each other's faces. Her hand took mine and slid it up to one of her breasts, as I felt her perky nipple while agressively grabbing the entire B-cup through the thin cotton fabric. My other hand slid up the rear of her skirt, touching the curved line of her sculpted ass-cheek. I felt the sweat on my fingers. Suddenly, she pushed me away.
"DON'T..." she started... "Get the wrong idea," she finished, wiping her mouth.
"What?!" I said innocently. "You started it!"
"My sister really fucking likes you," she said. "Ughh... she always falls for your type."
"I didn't do anything," I said.
"I know," Abby said. "But I'm going to warn you. She's getting really drunk and I'm not going to let anything happen. She can also be such an uncontrollable whore."
"What about you?" I retorted, "You know, if you get too drunk to drive or whatever, I live nearby."
"Ughhh..." she said under her breath. "Typical."
She grabbed me by the face and quickly stuck her tongue in my mouth one more time before walking away. Her slender, curved ass looked even better than I imagined.
The second set of the night I knew I had to seal the deal. As I watched the two sisters down drinks from the stage, we switched up our set to play some ballads and slow stuff. This must have worked because by the end, Nikki was even more hooked and dreamy-eyed. Abby, being the slightly more mature one, knew the game I was playing. When it came time to close out of the tabs and quickly load out the gear, they were still hanging around outside but Abby was pacing impatiently. By now, Nikki had her arm around me and was rubbing up against me. She had on a little denim jacket and took off my stage hat and put it on her head. I knew I was getting close on this and just kept playing it cool.
"There's a couple of people coming up to my place," I told the sisters. "You know, you're both welcome to come and hang out, have another drink, sober up, whatever."
This was the first Nikki heard of me living nearby and got visibly excited at the thought.
"I think we should go home," Abby was trying to tell Nikki. "My babysitter is still at home with the kids and I have a long drive back."
"You always do this!" Nikki protested.
"No, you're just a little drunk," Abby said, condecendingly. "It's time to go."
"YOU'RE just sexually frustrated," Nikki shot back. "I drove, and I want to go hang out!"
After more argueing back and forth, Abby finally conceded and I gave them the address. A minute or two later, we were all back at my place, along with the two guitarists, and a roadie, mixing some drinks and hanging out on a roof deck overlooking the town. Both girls were impressed to say the least, and Abby seemed to chill for a bit while Nikki and I touched and flirted in front of her, kissing at each other's necks. At one point, my hand secretly slid over to Abby's stomach, as she sighed and brushed it off, turning back to look at the skyline.
