This is Part 03 of an ongoing series. For background, you should read parts 1and 2 before this one.
Part 03.
She went back and sat on the same bar stool again, and I went to join her. A crowd had gathered around her but she caught my eye and patted the stool next to her, giving me a meaningful smile. The crowd looked askance at me as I wiggled sinuously between them, but she just continued to humour them with smiles, appreciative thanks, and platitudes.
As the admirers gradually melted away, she turned to face me and placed her hands on my thighs, leaning forward and drawing me irresistibly into those sultry dark eyes.
It was definitely happening.
***
'Hey, Anja d'you fancy going to a pub gig, sat'day night? There's a band on at the 'Delphi and they are supposed to be brilliant. The lead singer is a sensation, apparently.'
My work colleague Gigi broke into my air of professional concentration, walking up to lean casually on my desk in much the same way Jun sometimes does. She looked equally sexy too, but that's as far as the similarity goes, because Gigi (short for Georgina, which she hates) is as straight as a die.
I know this to be true because I've tried to seduce her more than once; a couple of times at work, sober, and once at a party, drunk. Each time, I gave it my best shot, but to no avail.
'Leave it out, Anja, I'm not gay. Not even slightly.'....What a weirdo.
No, seriously, she's a good friend of mine, and I love her to bits, in an entirely (enforced) platonic way. In fact, other than my more sexual playmates, she's probably my best friend. We often go out shopping together, and sometimes go out to a movie or a gig; she is a bit of a rock chick and is always up to speed on the latest musical talent.
On this occasion, she had seen details of a new band that was gaining notoriety and quickly rising to fame. They had received a number of rave reviews in the music press and Gigi said we should catch them 'before they get too big'. They were playing at the Adelphi, a big rambling pub/hotel with a large concert room and bar at the rear, which was a favourite music venue of ours.
My interest in this band quickly jumped a couple of levels when I learned they were called 'Orchid Bliss' and saw the artwork on their publicity poster, which was an exaggerated representation of a barrita orchid, bearing an uncanny resemblance to a female vulva, with a drop of viscous liquid dripping from it. It was impossible to miss what it represented. It was to me anyway.
The imagery piqued my curiosity enough for me to have a look at their website -- not something I normally do before going to see a band -- and my interest rose further...
The band's line up was mixed-sex, with a male drummer and guitarist, and women on bass, keyboards and lead vocals, and they had only recently started to write and perform original songs. They had gained their following mostly by doing covers of songs by others, but the singer, who rejoiced in the stage name Della Delight, was apparently super-talented and able to cover numbers by both female and male-fronted bands.
I was impressed, but it was learning that Della was 'gay and single' that really got my attention. She looked a little chubby on the website pictures, but it can be hard to get an impression of someone from just still photos. She certainly looked sexy, and I couldn't wait to see -- and hear - what she was like in the flesh.
The night arrived and I started getting ready. The 'Delphi was a rowdy-crowd kind of place, usually full of all sorts of rockers and musos, so I dressed accordingly, in a pair of well-fitted jeans, and a black vest top. I put a black, studded, Alice band in my hair, and wore a silver chain necklace with a lesbian symbol, clearly displayed right above my cleavage, so that no-one would be in any doubt. This necklace often gets attention from women, even straight women, who seem intrigued by it, but also, strangely, from some men, who just don't seem to believe it.
My underwear was black and sheer, quite plain really, but still sexy on me, and I wore a pair of fairly high heels because I don't like to feel short in a crowd.
I deliberately chose quite extreme make up, with black mascara and smoky eye-shadow -- an amazing combination with my bright blue eyes -- and lipstick in a very dark shade, to give me a hint of goth. It looked pretty stunning in the mirror, and I was pleased to note that the sheer bra and vest top allowed a subtle hint of nipple to show. I was ready.
The doors of the gig room at the 'Delphi didn't open until 9pm, so I met Gigi in a pub around the corner for a drink or two. She was sat at the bar, looking every inch the rock chick, and already being chatted up by a tall blond guy - a good-looking blond guy, as far as guys go, and I could tell she was enjoying the attention, but her eyes went wide when I walked up.
'Anja, babe, you look fab! Wow.'
I grinned and put my finger under her chin to close her mouth. My look was obviously jaw dropping, because the guy's mouth was hanging open as well.
'Oh, sorry... Anja, this is Josh. Josh, my friend Anja.'
He closed his mouth, put his eyes back in, and gave me a shy smile as he shook my hand, rather formally. His eyes drifted, inevitably, to my cleavage and he spotted the lesbian symbol necklace, but i was pleased he didn't say anything about it. So many men can't resist making some 'witty' comment when they see it and I wasn't in the mood.
'Well, best get back to my mates. Nice to meet you Gigi, and... Anna?
'Anja,' I corrected him.
'Sorry, Anja. Catch you later maybe Gigi?
'Yeh, see you at the gig.'
I looked her up and down as he shuffled off. She really looked the part, with skin tight black jeans, a pair of platform-heel ankle boots, a t-shirt with a Twisted Sister logo, and a denim jacket. Her hair was scraped back into a tight ponytail and she was wearing a winged eyeliner style, like Amy Winehouse used to wear. It was a striking look.
'I'm not going to tell you how gorgeous you look G, because it would only go to your head.'
She chuckled and ordered two more drinks, then said 'Scuse me, I need a pee,' and she slid off the stool and headed to the loo. I watched her go, admiring her bum in those tight jeans. She really has a great pair of buns.
A couple of drinks later, we headed to the 'Delphi for the gig. Gigi was immediately buttonholed at the bar by Josh again, but I wasn't bothered by that: I was looking everywhere for a glimpse of Della. The stage was all set up but there was no sign of the band. I made small talk with Josh and Gigi, feeling a bit like a 'gooseberry', but then the lights suddenly went down, and there she was, picked out by a spotlight on the front of the stage. She almost whispered into the mic, 'Shh, don't make a fuss, it's only Orchid Bliss,' and the stage immediately erupted into a blaze of light and sound.
Wow. Impact.
From that first instant, I was transfixed. The rest of the room faded out as Della completely dominated my attention.
Her stage presence was extraordinary. Yes, as the website pics had suggested, she was chubby, almost Rubenesque, with full thighs and bum, and large, bouncing breasts but she was taller than I'd imagined. She was a whole lotta woman and she absolutely radiated confidence, energy, and sex-appeal.
Her black hair was long and wild, and she was wearing a stunning, skin tight, mid-thigh purple dress, which hugged every curve and ripple of her full figure, with white fishnets, making her big fleshy thighs look positively mouth-watering, and strappy purple stilettos. Her lipstick was also purple and her heavy eye makeup accentuated her already dark sultry eyes.
It was a sensationally sexy look, bordering on slutty, and boy did she make the most of it. A few times, when she wasn't actually singing, she turned her back to the audience and stood with her legs apart, swaying from side to side and stamping her high-heels, making the flesh of her bum, hips and thighs wobble spectacularly. She was flaunting her full, fleshy figure. Vaunting its sexiness. She knew the power of that jiggle and she used it freely.
Her tits were also hypnotic: She was obviously bra-less, despite the startling size of her bust, and I was captivated by the way they were always on the move; swinging as she swayed, bouncing when she jumped, and rippling when she stomped. She was truly a feast for the eyes, and the very embodiment of self-assurance. I was spellbound.
But that was only the visuals. The music was equally stupefying. Her voice was spectacular; she had a range of both notes and tones the like of which I've never heard in my life. Beautifully mellifluous.
She was able to do the plaintive, sorrowful tones of Portishead's Beth Gibbons as well as the power of Tina Turner, or Heart's Ann Wilson. And, as if that wasn't amazing enough, she also made a pretty good fist of covering male vocalists like Led Zeppelin's Robert Plant and Muse's Matt Bellamy. She even managed a pretty good version of Pink Floyd's 'The Great Gig in The Sky', Clare Torry's wordless masterpiece, and one of the most heart-rending and powerful female vocals ever.
Her voice transported me and, dirty-minded girl that I am, I couldn't help imagining what her orgasms sounded like. God knows, the sound of her was enough to make me wet on its own. I simply had to find out, but how?
She was actually singing the Heart song 'Alone' as I was wondering 'How do I get you alone' but I knew it would be difficult in a room full of admirers...
'Thanks all. We are going to take a break now. Back soon.'
She headed to the bar and grabbed a stool at the far end, but she was immediately surrounded by breathless fans. I hovered nearby as she fielded questions and compliments, and she did meet my gaze once but it was only a fleeting moment. Dammit. No chance to turn on the headlights.
But then, she excused herself and headed to the ladies. It was an opportunity I didn't miss, and I followed close behind. We ducked into adjacent cubicles and I emerged just after her. The initial rush-to-the-loo that always happens in a gig interval had passed now and we were alone. I walked up behind her, as she was washing her hands, and managed to catch and hold her gaze in the mirror as I walked up to the basin next to her.
'Hi, I'm sure you've heard this a million times, but you have an amazing voice' I said, feeling a little lame, but she smiled at me in the mirror as I leaned forward and my lesbian symbol dangled from my neck.
