Girls Of Alpha Beta Delta Ch 95

(Note: There is no sex in this chapter. Your patience is appreciated and will be rewarded.)

Opening her eyes somewhat hesitantly -- it was a bright morning in Amarillo -- Jenny looked around the room. The tequila bottle on top of the TV was empty, as were the beer bottles scattered all around; but though she had done her part, she actually felt pretty good. Hana had made sure she drank water and brushed her teeth before turning in.

Only after a minute did she notice that Hana was not in bed with her, though Donna and Haley were still curled up together in the other bed. Soon after the door opened and Hana came in bearing coffee for everyone. The plan was that they would take their gear over to the nightclub where the show was that night, then set up and have a rehearsal. This was the first chance they'd had in a while to work on new material.

Hana roused Donna and Haley and they all took turns showering and sipping coffee. Jenny was faced with the fact that she didn't have much in the way of clothes. The leather skirt could be worn indefinitely, but for the time being she put on her jeans. Her top would do for another day, after which Hana pointed out that they had a big box of t-shirts in the van.

On the way to the van they grabbed more coffee and pastries, and all were in high spirits as they headed across town to the club. As arranged, the manager was there to let them in; he pointed them to the stage, showed them how to lock up when they were done, and left.

Jenny helped Haley carry her drums in and sat watching, fascinated, as the three band members quickly and efficiently set up. Soon they were tuning, then Hana launched into the new song she had played by herself the night before. Haley came in with a rhythm, and slowly Donna began to piece together a bassline; the song didn't really need much, so she kept it minimal, deftly staying out of the singer's way.

When the song was finished Hana nodded her head and said, "Not bad." They ran through it one more time and declared it done. Then Hana began to play another new piece that was in a completely different vein -- a raucous, surf-style instrumental.

"What do you call this?" asked Donna.

Smiling, Hana looked over at Jenny and said, "I call it... umm... 'Eyes and Thighs.'"

Donna and Haley huddled for a minute and then came in behind Hana with a big, swinging, funky beat. Jenny got up to get some water, and as she walked she couldn't help but dance a little. When she came back Hana was staring at her with a cocked head. Stopping the song for a moment Hana said to her bandmates, "Hey, do we have that tambourine?"

"I think so," said Haley, who began to rummage through a case, emerging a few seconds later with a tambourine in hand. Hana took it and handed it to Jenny.

"Play with us," she said, so matter-of-factly that Jenny had no chance to argue. She started the song again, a little faster than before, and the band kicked in behind her. After taking a few seconds to orient herself, Jenny began to shake the tambourine, matching Haley's rhythm as best she could.

Hana started improvising over the established groove, and for a while the music seemed to levitate. It felt to Jenny like it went on for hours, though in reality it was probably more like ten minutes. When it was over all four of them were sweaty and flushed, almost like they'd just had sex, which in a way they sort of had.

"You should come onstage tonight," said Hana, fixing Jenny with a penetrating stare. When Jenny protested, Hana heard her out, but felt confident she could be persuaded. Waving her hand she said, "Well, we'll see."

Jenny excused herself and went to find the bathroom as the three bandmates began talking about a cover they'd been wanting to do. The music had gotten her very revved up and when she sat down to pee she was tempted to rub one out, but she held off, sensing that the day had a lot more in store.

* * *

Miss White had slept a long time but somewhat restlessly, and when she finally went downstairs in search of coffee, she found Annie and Annika in the kitchen working on breakfast together. For some reason it had not occurred to her until this moment that they two of them could easily pass for sisters; their coloring was identical and their shapes were similar, though Annika was taller and slenderer.

"How's she doing?" asked Miss White, pouring a cup of coffee.

The two blondes looked at each other and shrugged. "OK," said Annika finally. "This his been a long time coming, I think. She's shook but she's a strong person."

Miss White sensed that the atmosphere in the house had changed, and when she talked to Monika a little later, they agreed that it was probably time for Miss White and Jodie to head back to Vegas. Monika was able to get them tickets on a flight leaving early that evening, and Annie volunteered to drive them to the airport. They spent the rest of the day watching movies and eating ice cream and popcorn, trying to soothe Monika's post-breakup blues.

When it came time to go Miss White and Jodie each shared a long hug with their hostess. They promised to keep in touch and Miss White felt pretty confident that they would; though they hadn't known each other long, it felt like a strong bond had been formed. Annika kissed them both on each cheek and said it had been great to meet them, and from the look in her eyes they could tell she was sincere.

No one said much on the way to the airport, and the next thing they knew Miss White and Jodie were airborne on their way back to Nevada.

* * *

Standing backstage, Jenny could hear the rumble of what she knew to be the band's closing number as she checked herself in the mirror. On top she was wearing a brand-new t-shirt, size small, that hugged her boobs so tightly there was neither room nor need for a bra. Downstairs she was wearing her new leather skirt, and that was all. Earlier, at the hotel, Hana had looked her up and down thoughtfully, then reached under the skirt to pull off her panties. Tossing them aside, she explained, "VPL."

Jenny took a quick slug from the bottle of tequila on the dressing table. She felt very nervous about the idea going onstage at all, much less in such a revealing outfit. But she did look hot, she had to admit that. Her tits were standing up tall and proud in the t-shirt and the short skirt, combined with the heels she and Hana had bought at a thrift shop that afternoon, made her legs look longer than they usually did. "I'd fuck me," she thought, and grinned to herself.

Then the music stopped and the crowd roared. It was a small club but packed to the gills, and the small but enthusiastic audience made a mighty noise. Then Hana appeared, wiping the sweat from her brow, followed by Donna and Haley. The three bandmates sat down to catch their breath, drinking water as the crowd began to chant and stomp for an encore.

Finally it was time. Hana took Jenny's hand and led her to the stage, where the tambourine was sitting behind the drum riser. Strapping on her guitar Hana said to the crowd, "This is a brand-new song called 'Eyes and Thighs.' And please welcome our friend Jenny on tambourine."

The crowd cheered, Hana struck a chord on her guitar, and they were off. Instantly the adrenalin was pumping through Jenny's system like she'd never felt before. She looked around at the audience: it appeared to be about 80 percent female, and every eye seemed to be on her. When Hana had been trying to convince Jenny to come onstage, she'd said, "Two-thirds of our audience are lesbians. And a little extra eye candy never hurt."

Jenny hadn't been sure whether to feel flattered or objectified. On the one hand, she still wasn't used to being thought of as "eye candy"; to her own eye Hana's dark coloring, brassy aura, and voluptuous body was more pleasing to look at. But Jenny was starting to realize that she fit the commonly accepted definition of "beautiful," with all the privileges and burdens that entailed.

Conflicted as she might have been beforehand, being there with the band, drinking in the adoring gaze of the crowd, was nothing but pure pleasure. After starting at the back of the stage, Jenny gradually made her way to the front, focusing her attention on a few specific audience members. One in particular, a pretty redhead, couldn't take her eyes off Jenny's gyrating hips. As Jenny approached the front of the stage, those eyes suddenly went wide, like the redhead had seen a ghost.

It took Jenny a minute to realize that where she was standing, anyone at the front of the stage could look straight up her skirt into her pantiless crotch. And what was more, her movements had caused the skirt to ride up a little bit, so that a little wisp of pube was visible beneath it. Blushing, Jenny took two steps backward, tugging her skirt down with one hand.

When the song was finished Jenny tried leave the stage, but Hana caught her and steered her back toward the front of the stage. The applause was already loud but when Hana pointed to Jenny it jumped up another level, causing Jenny to blush again. Then the band launched into their second encore and Jenny was stuck there, so she stayed, shaking her tambourine at a strategic distance from the lip of the stage.

Then it was all over. Donna and Haley left the stage without ceremony, while Hana took Jenny by the hand and they bowed together. Hana blew kisses to the crowd as they walked off, snaking one arm around Jenny's waist.

Backstage Haley had prepared four shots of tequila for them. This was a band tradition -- they had a policy of not drinking before they played, but after was a different story. They toasted each other and tossed the shots down, then had a second round for good measure.

But there was still work to be done. Hana took Jenny out front to the merchandise table while Donna and Haley began breaking down the gear. The club was an all-ages venue without a bar, so there wasn't much reason to hang around, and the crowd was already filing out. It didn't look like there was going to be much action at the merch table, so Hana left Jenny in charge while she went to talk to the club owner.

When she returned a few minutes later Jenny was talking to a lovely young redhead that Hana had spotted earlier from the stage. She had a mane of copper curls halfway down her back and was wearing a skin-tight tan-colored dress that hugged her every contour, showing off D-cup breasts and an equally substantial rear end.

Hana hung back for a minute, not wanting to get in Jenny's way, but then Jenny was eagerly waving her over. "This is Ellie," said Jenny, and the redhead turned; she had sparkling green eyes and just a few artfully placed freckles. "Ellie, this is...."

"I know who this is," Ellie piped up, offering Hana her hand. "I'm a big fan," she said. "I have all your records."

Hana smiled, feeling her nether regions begin to throb in anticipation of what might transpire. Being on the road was a grind and not nearly as glamorous as people thought, but it did have its rewards.