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 fells dirty and unafraid, Angela Martin ft. Verzatile band asked me to fill in, a little rhythm guitar, a little harmonica, some background vocals, I eagerly agreed.
After soundcheck we hung in the green room waiting to go on listening to the warm up band. Our waitress, Annette, was a short slinky brunette with brown eyes, small perky breast and the cutest little ass. I flirted with her while she serve us cocktails, she had the nicest laugh, a beautiful little mouth.
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, It was great to jam with a real band. As usual my panties were dripping, finally finishing our set with last call I sang "Happy trails to you."
Returning to the green room Annette brought me a Jameson on the rocks. We laughed and drank, the members drifting away one by one, until it was just me alone in the green room. I watched Annette cleaning up, wiping the tables, loading her tray with beer bottles and dirty classes.
"You need anything else? Cheryle"
"Just you sweetie"
She giggled, setting her tray down and locking the door, Annette returned to where I was sitting. Climbing in my lap, throwing her arms around my neck, "You were so hot up there" Crazing my lips teasingly, I stroked her hair softly, Staring into her brown eyes.
Kissing, tongues dancing, my hands roamed freely over her body. My hand slipping inside her shirt to play with her perky breast pinching her hard nipples. My mouth lowering to her chest, flicking and licking, her moans filled my ears. "Annette, you done in there?" came a voice outside the door as the door knob jiggled. "Just finishing up."
