Playing the blues at The Basement was a surreal experience, a Hip, clubby spot featuring upscale plates, craft cocktails & live blues in moody, underground digs. The place feels dirty and unafraid, Angela Martin's Verzatile band asked me to fill in, a little rhythm guitar, a little harmonica, some background vocals, I excitedly agreed.
After a fun soundcheck with some great musicians we hung in the back room waiting to go on listening to the warm up band. Our waitress, April, was a short slinky brunette with brown eyes, amble breast and the cutest little ass. I flirted with her blatantly while she served the band beer and cocktails, she had the cutest laugh, a beautiful little mouth and a tongue piercing.
When it was time to go on stage she said "I'm excited to here you play, break a leg," ending with the sweetest giggle.
The place was packed, the crowd was fantastic really into the blues, It was great to jam with a band again. Back to my roots of soulful blues music. As usual my panties were dripping wet, performing always turns me on.
On our first break I stepped out the back door to smoke an American spirit cigarette. Leaning against the wall April appeared with a Jameson our hands touching as she handed it to me.
We stood there talking/flirting as I sipped my drink and puffed my cigarette. Her brown eyes dazzled in the moonlight has we chatted. She said she had seen me perform at the Lakeshore Tavern and really like my songs. April was on the right track into my wet red lace panties.
Back on stage the second set was even better then the first. Dirty, unapologetic, just the Chicago blues. On our next break I ducked into the restroom to pee, sitting on the toilet I starred at my neatly trimmed red pubes, visions of April between my legs dancing through my head.
Our final set was the best of all I was emotionally exhausted from a wonderful night making music performing for a live audience was always fantastic. Finally finishing our last set with last call I sang "Happy trails to you, until we meet again"
Returning to the back room April brought me a Jameson on the rocks. We laughed and drank, the members of the band drifting away one by one, until it was just me alone in the back room. I watched April cleaning up, wiping the tables, loading her tray with beer bottles and dirty classes.
"You need anything else? Cheryle," She asked coly.