Zelmas On Tour Pt 10

This is the 10th and final part of a sequel to the Vix's Licks series, picking up after the epic gig at the Magna Carta, and following Vix's band on their European tour.

Best to read the whole Vix's Licks series, and Parts 1 through 9 of this one before this, to be familiar with the characters and background.

***

'Thank feck for that. Auntie Flo has left the building.'

Roo chuckled. She always finds that euphemism for my period funny, so I find myself using it every time I "get a visit."

It was four days since we left Gijón, and I'd had to do the Portugal gig while afflicted, so it was back to my black denim shorts in Lisbon -- no cheeky flashes of panty crotch on that occasion. Now though, we were on our way to Barcelona and all was back to normal.

Life on the bus had its challenges, but we had found comfortable routines and coping strategies. Lucy was a wonder when it came to keeping us supplied with drinks, food, and clean laundry, not to mention local places to shower etc in every city we visited, and Rhoni was a safe pair of hands, driving us from place to place. All we had to do was play our music, and enjoy ourselves as much as possible.

I was really pleased that Lucy and Rhoni's relationship seemed to be flourishing, and all it took was a nudge, provided in no small part by the atmosphere and culture on the "honeybus." Lindi had said, more than once, that it was '100 times better' than previous (mixed) tour buses she'd been on, and I think even Jemma and Nikki realised that.

Now, we were in Ciudad Real ("Royal City") our halfway stop on the journey across Spain to Barcelona. We were on our own; the boys had gone via Madrid, but Rhoni had preferred to take a route further south, avoiding the capital and ending with a more scenic drive up the coast from Valencia.

We parked on a dusty, windswept car park and walked into town to eat, passing by the very impressive and ancient Puerta de Toledo, one of the city's old gates, with a keyhole-shaped arch which looked very Moroccan.

The restaurant we chose was called the Casa de Calamares ("House of Squid") which didn't particularly attract me, but there seemed to be a lot of seafood fans in the party. I thought it was a little odd, finding a seafood restaurant, here, at least 300 kilometres from the sea, but hey ho.

The food was good, but the meal was memorable for a discussion that took place about the taste of pussy. Typically, Mads started it. She was munching on a gamba (prawn) when she suddenly said 'I've never understood why people say pussies taste fishy. I've never thought they do.'

There was a ripple of slightly gobsmacked giggles, then Lucy said 'Yea, I've wondered about that too.'

This was not a normal dinner-table conversation, even among a bunch of mostly lesbian women, but the subject had been raised now, and everyone had an opinion, even Jemma, who said 'If I've had a strong curry or something, mine tastes definitely spicy.'

'So, you taste yourself?' said Nikki.

'Course I do. If I'm wanking off, fingering myself or something, don't you?'

Nikki turned bright red and said, shyly, 'Well yeh, but I thought maybe it meant I was a bit gay or somethin. I'm glad you told me that, Jem.'

Lucy laughed. 'Not gay at all, Nikki. I've always done it.' She looked around the table to universally nodding heads, including Rhoni's. 'When I'm horny, I can't resist it. Never tastes fishy to me though.'

I was thinking about it... I've been doing it since I first started exploring my sexuality when I was very young. It tastes subtly different on different days, but never really what I'd call fishy. I agreed with Jemma. Splcy sometimes.

Mads was holding forth: 'I think if it's really fishy, something's wrong. I've never come across a fishy one, and I've come across a few....'

'In more ways than one,' Roo sniggered.

Everyone struggled to properly describe what it DOES taste like, but we all agreed that the taste changes between initial arousal and orgasm, and that it's subtly different on different days, and between different women.

'I bet if I went around this table and tasted all of you, you'd all taste slightly different,' said Mads, triggering an image in my head of Mads, on her knees under the table, tasting each of us in turn. Not a bad image, actually...

'Mine might be fishy tomorrow though,' said Lindi, finishing the last of her lubina with a wry smile.

***

Barcelona was a singular experience. Our gig was the night after our arrival so we had a free evening once we'd lodged the bus near to the venue -- a huge place called Razzmatazz.

Lindi had been here before, and she said 'If anyone's interested, I know a brilliant lesbian club called La Rosa. It's great fun.' We all liked that idea, including (surprisingly) Jemma, but Nikki took a bit of persuading.

'Come on Nik,' Jemma pleaded. 'It will be a laugh. We don't need to get picked up or anything. I don't think lesbianism is catching...' she looked around the group, '...though I sometimes wonder.'

Nikki rolled her big blue eyes and sighed. 'Oh, God... OK then. But just to keep you company, Jem.'

We all grinned and immediately started getting ready. All except Rhoni and Lucy. 'Aren't you coming?' I asked.

'No,' said Rhoni, I'm a bit tired I think I'll just stay here and... rest.' She shot a glance at Lucy. Hmm, I thought. Rest, eh? I could see what was occurring here. They'd spotted an opportunity to be alone together and they were taking it. And why not? Their relationship was new and exciting and they couldn't get enough of each other. I was betting they'd be in Rhoni's bunk within one minute of the rest of us leaving, and I was happy for them.

We others got our glad rags on (though I couldn't help smirking at the fact that Jemma and Nikki deliberately dressed down a little) and we booked a mini-bus taxi to take us across the city to the club.

I'd never been to an actual lesbian club before. It was suggested when we were in Berlin but it never happened. Now though, here we were. In a crowd of presumably all, or almost all, gay women. Many of them available and on the prowl.

Roo and I had no intention of being picked up, so we acted as much like a couple as possible, linking arms and staying as close as we could, like we were joined at the hip. I noticed Nikki, despite her grungy look, getting a bit of flirtatious chat from an older short-haired redhead who reminded me a little of Annie Lennox. She wasn't going to get anywhere, but Nikki seemed to be enjoying the attention, despite her fierce anti-lesbian stance.

Lindi tended to stay close to Roo and me, but not Mads. She disappeared somewhere, and we didn't see her again until much later, when she was spotted smooching with two skinny girls in a corner. The girls were both quite androgynous -- some might even say butch -- and they made quite a contrast with Mads, who is about as far away from that as you can get.

In between snogs they seemed to be chatting, and I know Mads doesn't speak Spanish, so I surmised they must've been English speakers.

She spotted us standing nearby, and excused herself to come and talk to us. 'I won't be coming back to the bus tonight,' she said, 'I have an invite.' She winked at us, then waved at the girls, who waved back, giggling. 'Those two...they're a couple of students from New Zealand. They're on a gap-year tour of Europe and they have been picking up women in every country. They say they are "expanding their horizons" by having sexual experiences with women from different cultures. They have a list of lesbian bars in cities all across the continent. That's a different kind of tour, eh?' she grinned.

'Sure is,' said Roo. 'Are they coming to the gig tomorrow? We could get them in as guests.'

'Kin ell, Roo, I never thought of that. I'll ask them... They don't even know I'm in a band yet. They weren't planning to go to the UK, so they were stoked when they found out I'm English. They just asked me straight out if I wanted to sleep with them tonight. They asked the right gal, eh?' She laughed. 'Anyway, best get back before they think I've had second thoughts. See you tomorrow.'

'Hey, be back at the bus by five,' I reminded her, and she just slunk off, giving me a wiggly-fingered wave.

Lindi looked at us and said, 'That girl is outrageous. Not that I'm jealous or anything...' We just smiled. Roo and I were giving off "taken" vibes, but Lindi... I was surprised she wasn't getting any attention. She went to the bar on her own at one point and still no-one approached her. It was a mystery to me why that would be. Maybe she was just too scarily attractive. Or perhaps it was just bad luck.

Jemma and Nikki had started copying Roo and me, acting like a couple to discourage any approaches, which was amusing. I thought they made a lovely couple, and I told them so, making Nikki say 'Oh, leave off, Vix, it's just an act.' Jemma just smirked.

It was an interesting night. Strange and stimulating. I'd never seen so many women kissing since last time I was on the 'net, and it was an extraordinary turn-on for me. Even Nikki and Jemma were acting like their lips might touch, though they never did. I think Jemma was actually teasing me, and I found that in itself tingly and exciting.

Mads was leaving, but she stopped on her way out to introduce her two Kiwi friends. 'This is Jess and this is Georgie. They are coming to the gig tomorrow. I've told them about The Zelmas.'

'Yeah, cool that you're in a band,' Jess said 'Mads told us about the songs you cover and they are most of my faves! Can't wait to see you.'

Jess was similar in height to me, with bleached blonde hair, cut stylishly short like Roo's, while Georgie was taller, with what I can only describe as a number 2 buzz-cut. Close up though, I realised that, despite their boyish image and hair, they were both very pretty girls, and Georgie, particularly, had very suggestive eyes. I confess, I was a little jealous as they walked out, heading for untold carnal pleasures.

I looked at Roo and said, 'Ready to go?' and she nodded with a smile and took my hand. We left Lindi, Jemma and Nikki chatting and got an Uber back to the bus.

We let ourselves in and found Rhoni and Lucy snuggled up on a couch, cosily watching TV. They were both in just dressing gowns, and barefoot, and both had that look of serene contentment that often follows a good fuck. 'Hiya' Lucy yawned. 'How was La Rosa?'

'It was good. Mads has copped off with two Kiwi girls, so she won't be back tonight.'

'Wow,' said Rhoni, 'she doesn't mess about, that one, does she? TWO Kiwi girls...'

'Nope. She's a libertina,' I said, slightly wistfully. Nena can't possibly know what she gets up to.' I actually wasn't sure whether to feel sorry for Nena, or envious of her.

I was dying to make love to Roo but, with the bedroom next to the lounge we'd have to be quiet... 'We're off to bed now,' I announced.

To my relief, Lucy said, 'So are we. Night night,' and they got up and took themselves off to Rhoni's over-cab bunk. Still not a million miles away, but at least not right next door.

My ardour that night was intense. The experience of the club, Jemma's mischievous teasing, Mads and her Kiwi girls, and spending time with Lindi, all combined to stoke a feverish fire of desire. I almost tore my clothes off as soon as we were in the bedroom, and I devoured Roo with a passion that she later said was startling, even for me.

I had a febrile need that was physical and emotional in equal measure. My body ached with it and, of course, as always, Roo matched me. It was as if we hadn't had sex for months, rather than five days, and I was so unbelievably wet, even more than my usual spectacular level. Roo gasped 'Oh my God,' and 'Fucking hell,' even more often than she usually does as she gloried in what amounted to sexual binge-drinking.

We must have made a lot of noise, but I don't think we disturbed Rhoni and Lucy. When we quieted, I heard a faint tell-tale moan from the other end of the bus. It sounded like they were still having a nice time. It was so great that their relationship was flourishing with such voracious passion.

The moan was closely followed by the giggly talk of Lindi, Jemma, and Nikki, who must have returned to be greeted by sex noises from both sides. Gotta love the honeybus.

***

At breakfast, I talked to Jemma about her and Nikki and their quite convincing fake lesbians act. 'Yeah,' she laughed it must've been convincing because nobody came near once we started acting like that.' Nikki stirred her coffee and shook her head with a rueful smile on her face.

'Yeh, an act, just like when we are on stage,' I said, pointedly. I had been trying to get her to act a bit more lez on stage for a while, but she'd been reluctant. Mads and I have a quite raunchy sexual interaction when we are on stage, and I've encouraged Jemma to match it. 'It's just a bit of showmanship Jem.' She looked askance at me, with a smirk on her face, but said nothing. She drives me mad like that sometimes.

We spent the day relaxing and umming and ahhing about stage clothes. Jemma was keen to wear something different from the spectacular Temu dress, but wanted to 'stay sexy,' so I said, 'Have you got that skimpy yellow mini with you?' She nodded. 'Wear that with stockings and a black vest, like you did once before. I thought that was a brilliant look. Really hot.'

She looked at me and smiled. 'OK... Thanks Vix.'

About five o'clock, Mads turned up with Jess and Georgie. All three of them were very smiley and seemed quite pleased with themselves. They were dressed a bit more girly today -- Georgie in capri jeans and a crop top, and Jess in a tee shirt dress, which did nothing but show off how linear and boyish her figure was.

Mads took them to the boy bus to see Jens and get some guest passes, then gave them a tour of our bus. She opened the door to the bedroom and said 'This is Vix and Roo's little love nest. Lucky bitches.'

'Oo, RUDE!' said Georgie, with a shocked face.

'Jealousy doesn't suit you, Mads,' said Roo, coolly, and Mads just smirked.

'Were off to eat,' said Jess. 'See you at the gig.'

As soon as they'd gone, Mads said 'Fckn hell those two are hot. They might not look much but God almighty, they are insane! Kinky too. I can't even tell you what they did to me. Or to each other while I watched... Super, super horny.' Roo and I just smiled.

At six, the crew collected our bags of stage gear to take backstage, while the rest of us tried to relax. I picked at a salad but didn't really eat much. My usual butterflies were less of a problem now, but I don't like going on stage with a full stomach. I've found that I perform better hungry.

'Hola Barca, we're The Zelmas. Enjoy.'

... 'Time, time, time, see what's become of me...'

We were now completely comfortable with our set, and confident that we'd get a good reaction from the crowd. Some audiences were more enthusiastic, and some slightly less, but we always got a positive reaction. We haven't had bottles thrown at us or anything like that. So far.

I suppose you could say our gigs were becoming a bit routine but, as I was about to find out, surprises are still possible.

One of Elastica's songs, S.O.F.T. (a great favourite of Roo's) was a late addition to our setlist, but it has become a real tour de force of ours. The song is one of Elastica's heaviest numbers and has an interesting riff, with "crowing" guitar (it has a passing resemblance to a cockerel crowing) - an inspiration of Elastica's lead guitarist, Donna Mathews. We have added an extended middle section to the song, where Jemma and I play this as a call and answer while standing close together, facing each other, alternating rearing our guitar necks and singing backing vocals into one mic.

Meanwhile, Mads brilliantly plays Annie Holland's grumbling base lines AND sings Justine Frischman's wonderfully disdainful vocal.

The song's meaning is "Same Old Fucking Thing," but Elastica never sing that. We've introduced one final chorus where we sing that lyric instead of "S.O.F.T. and, combined with Jemma and I standing close together, thrusting our guitars forward suggestively, playing off each other with the crowing riff, this has become a powerful, and undeniably sexual, part of our act, and I'd suggested that we should "up the ante" with a kiss at the end of that section. Jemma had always demurred though, saying it was a step too far.

This time though, as we sang the last lines, our lips were close together at the mic and she suddenly turned her head and gave me a full-blooded kiss on the lips... I was stunned, though I think I managed to keep on playing, as Mads exploded into the heavy concluding bass section, and Jemma just turned coolly away with a mischievous smile on her face, leaving me slack jawed with the taste of her cherry lipstick on my lips.

The crowd went crazy. You know how people are always mad for a bit of lezzy action, and Jemma knew that I was right when I said we should play up to it. I wasn't expecting her to embrace it just then though.

The kiss had a profound effect on me, especially since she'd done it so assertively, and with so much feeling, and I don't think I was quite "with it" for the rest of the gig. I think I was a little shocked, not just by the fact that she'd done it so unexpectedly, but also by my response to it. Remember my one and only sexual interaction with a boy, and my natural reaction to recoil when he kissed me? Well, this was the polar opposite. One little kiss, and electricity fizzed through me. Jemma. Who knew?

During the later songs, we caught each other's eyes a couple of times and she always gave me a cheeky little smile. She looked suddenly different. I saw her differently.

When we did our closing number, The Cream Song, I sang the lyrics with passion because, despite the fact that other women have the power to stimulate me -- Mads, Lindi, Ana, Olivia in the past, and now, unexpectedly, Jemma, I still knew that, with Roo, I got the cream.

As we escaped backstage to our dressing room, I said to Jemma, Fuck me, Jem. The kiss! That was crazy hot. What brought that on?'

She chuckled. 'It was, wasn't it? I dunno. You were close, you'd already suggested it. I just had the urge. Don't expect it every gig though...'

'Aw, c'mon Jem,' said Roo, 'the crowd loved it. Sometimes you have to suffer for your art, you know that, and I know what a chore it can be, kissing Vix...' I drilled my fingers into her side, making her yelp...

'Where's Mads?'

'She went to look for the Kiwi chicks,' said Roo. 'She seems to be really into them.'

'So you mean she's out there, mingling with the crowd like a Valkyrie in black leather?

'Yup'

Just then, the door burst open, and there was said Valkyrie with Jess and Georgie in tow. What we hadn't realised was that Mads had got them, not just "guest" passes, but "facility" passes, giving them access to all areas, including backstage. Clearly, Jens is not immune to Mads' charms.

They were wide-eyed and breathless. 'WOOW, you guys were FAAA! In the wops, man. Unbelievable.'

I laughed. 'Is that good?'

'Yeah, better than good. I mean, congrats, you guys are awesome.'

We all grinned at their elation. Normally, we'd probably be a bit annoyed if groupies appeared backstage, but it was impossible to be angry with these two when they were giving us such adulation, though I noticed Nikki, a little huffily, went to the bathroom to change, rather than doing it in front of them like the rest of us did.

They were so into us, they didn't even watch The Chootes, who were the real headliners. They had come to see us, and only us. I suppose it was gratifying on one level, but it was also a little scary, somehow.

I wasn't bashful about changing in front of them, and neither was Mads. In fact, I know very well that she was loving it when she stripped and they suddenly went very quiet as they watched her avidly. I understood completely; I love seeing Mads naked too.