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To their surprise, the girls found a stage already set up behind the southern-style mansion. It wasn't all that large, but it was bigger than the stages they were used to playing on inside clubs and bars. It had black netting over the stage and audience area, an area large enough for at least 500 people. If the brothel could actually pull in that many people, it would be their largest audience ever.
Sindi took her place at stage-left while Cary took up position at stage-right. Cynder proudly stood in front of her mike stand at down center-stage and faced the almost empty field before them. Sindi knew the three people personally that stood in the center of the field, even though she had only met two of them in person once.
Their manager, Clayton, was easy to recognize, with his typical jeans and D'vnt Sound T-shirt. The other two the girls had only met for a brief moment as they were introduced before being led to the stage; but Sindi could still feel the soft touch of the woman's lips on hers from the dream she had earlier.
Ashelle was testing her drum kit, letting the sound technician tell the roadies if the microphones around the trap set were close enough of not to pick up the sounds to be amplified for the audience. Once they were set, it was Cary's turn to play a few chords on her bass guitar for the sound check. After several more moments, Sindi was told to give her strings a test.
She played a few bars of a song that now stuck in her mind, Hotel California, and tightened the strings as was needed. When it was Cynder's turn, the dark skinned girl spoke a few lines into the mike. After that, she then sang a few lines from one of their songs before she was told that everything was in order.
After several more hours of rehearsal, setting the lights just right for their usual positions and getting the spot lights set up to follow the girls around the stage, all four girls left the stage.
"You ladies are going to be just perfect," said a man's voice from behind them as they headed for the building. All four of them turned and found the co-owners of the brothel walking toward them. "I can't wait to see you ladies perform before the crowd."
"Thank you, sir," Ashelle replied, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Jason. It was easy to tell who the drummer was hoping to be with that night, as it had become a custom for all four girls to always have a post-gig party with each other and some of their audience members. "Is there anything you would like for my friends and I to play with...I mean, for you?"
Jason and Maradith had already caught up to the girl band and Jason's arm slid smoothly around the blonde's slender waist.
"It think that anything you four play for us will be just fine, beautiful," he told the blonde before kissing her lightly on the cheek. Ashelle's arm had slid around his frame as her other hand rested on his chest. Only Ashelle heard him whisper in her ear, "Tonight we will play together."
Maradith walked up to the other three girls and smiled at them.
"Jason and I have picked out our four best rooms for the five of you," she said, looking at the girls and then up at the manager as he joined the group. "I assure you that tonight will be a night for all of you to remember."
"Well, if we get a crowd big enough for this venue, it most def will be," Cynder said. Her eyes roamed over the body of the beauty standing before her. Everyone knew that Cynder was a girls-only woman; but the look of hunger on her face let them all know that Maradith was going to be her conquest for this night.
"Don't worry, Cynder," Maradith said as she walked over to the purple-haired singer. "You, most of all, will never forget this night." Maradith caressed the singers cheek with one finger, and then along the jaw to the young woman's chin. She then broke physical and eye contact with her and walked over to Sindi.
"You played beautifully," she spoke seductively to Sindi. "I hope you won't mind sharing the room we have for you with someone else. With this large of a crowd, we will need all the rooms for this evening. Do you mind sharing a room with each other?"
Sindi and Cary saw that Maradith was looking at both of them, the question hanging in the air, waiting for their answer.
"We don't mind," Cary responded.
"That'll be great," Sindi blurted out at the same moment.
"Good, it's settled then. You two will share a bed," she spoke, turning her back to them. Sindi looked at Cary with joy swelling in her heart. She was finally going to get a chance to have a private moment with the woman she'd come to want and desire so much. Cary, however, was looking elsewhere. Sindi followed her gaze to see Cynder looking their way. An old phrase she had heard once suddenly came to mind.
If looks could kill, Cary and I would be dead a thousand times over, she thought to herself. Cynder's burning glare was suddenly blocked by Maradith as she stepped in front of the singer's view. Sindi felt a soothing voice in her head, whispering that all was okay, while she heard Maradith whisper loud enough for her and Cary to hear.
"I hope you won't mind spending the night with me, Cynder. I think Jason will be too busy in our bed and I would like to have the night with you." Sindi felt jealousy rise in her, remembering the kiss Maradith had given her in the dream and wanting to feel it again. That rush of jealous feeling disappeared when she felt her lovers hand clasp hers.
"I finally get to have you in a real bed," Cary's voice whispered in Sindi's ear, just before those lips kissed her earlobe. Sindi smiled and squeezed the hand she was holding. She saw that Ashelle was now openly kissing Jason, her arms around him as his arms were around her small frame. Even Clayton had a girl standing on each side of him.
This was going to be a night that all of them were going to remember.
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When the girls took the stage, the sun had already set and the desert sky was dark and void of any light but those shinning on the stage. The girls could hear the large crowd out in the darkness, but they couldn't see anything past the first five rows of standing people.
Most of them were men, as was to be expected at an all girl band. As they played, Sindi caught sight of the crowd and noticed that the numbers of men were being equaled by a number of women she hadn't seen before. Looking around the stage, she could see that all the girls were getting into the groove of the music they were playing and singing.
Ashelle was playing her heart out, the extremely low cut, very short dress she was wearing showing off the gleaming sweat between her breasts. Cary was in her usual button down white shirt, with only the two buttons at between her breast closing the shirt up. With each move, her bare flat stomach showed her smooth skin just above the skintight black pants that bore bone-white skull and crossbones all over her shapely legs. Her long red hair never once hid the loose necktie that she wore. Even her glasses didn't detract from the beautiful picture she was.
Cynder's purple locks were up in two large ponytails, a dark see-thru half shirt covered the singer's arms from wrists to shoulder and then to just under the woman's large breast. She looked as tough as Sindi knew her to be, with the many metal-studded wristbands; but even with similar metal studded boots on her feet and all the way up to her knees, men in the audience had to be drooling over the sexy thighs that protruded from underneath the extremely short white skirt Cynder wore.
Sindi moved around the stage, playing her heart out, and watching as much of the crowd as she could at the same time. She saw many men look in her direction, their eyes roaming over her small frame. Sindi didn't feel self conscious at these stares and enjoyed the feel of their hunger for her. She knew that the shiny short white shirt she wore, exposing her back except for a tied string, gave them many thoughts about the fact she wasn't wearing a bra. The fishnet hose on her legs really accentuated their toned form, as well as the sight of just her short-shorts above those net hose.
Several times, the stage would light up completely, and the glare of the lights would give a all the girls a good view of the rest of the audience. It looked so large to them that the first time this happened, they all skipped a beat; but no one noticed. The next several times it did happen, all four of them were able to see something they had never seen at any of their concerts, either.
At the bars and clubs they had played before, they had seen many couples on the dance floor, grinding to the music, dancing so close that if clothes weren't in the way, they would have been fucking right there in the clubs and bars. Here, at Succubus Ranch, several times they saw that men were wrapped up in women's legs and arms in extremely passionate kisses; and the motions of their bodies was beyond just simple grinding. They were definitely fucking right there in front of everyone.
Seeing so many people caught up in the music and having sex right in front of them, Sindi turned her head to see if the others had seen it, too. Sure enough, she could see that Ashelle was blushing, but her eyes were focused on the crowd.
Taking a few steps backward, toward the drum set, Sindi looked more closely and saw that one of the extra pairs of drumsticks was sitting on the padded stool underneath Ashelle. As she watched, the blonde would rock her hips to the time of the music and grind her wet panties along the sticks.
Sindi moved back to her spot and looked at Cynder, to see how she might be affected by the blatant sex taking place during their concert. As she sang into the microphone, the Cynder's hands were busy running all over her body. Many times, the hands slid up the bare thighs and caressed the woman's panty covered vulva before moving past the material and rubbing along the bare stomach and across her breast.
Sindi's eyes followed the hand up to the neck and then caught the sight of Cary's red hair on the other side. The bass playing lover was staring hard at Sindi and the look was one filled with lustful hunger. Knowing that a moment for a long sustained note was coming up, Sindi walked behind Cynder and made her way over to Cary.
At just the right moment, Sindi and Cary hit their notes and quickly slid the guitars behind their backs, letting the machines carry the note without their help. Cary's hand grasped the back of Sindi's head and pulled the smaller woman into a binding lip-lock. Sindi's hand slid up the outer thigh, reached the top of the black pants and quickly slid down underneath the seam. Her hand slid into her lover's fur and probed as far as she could, finding the wet lips of her Cary's pussy.
They both ignored the roar of the crowd that was watching them, enjoying this public moment as if it were a private one. The kiss was over far too soon; but those five seconds were long enough to let Sindi know that she was Cary's and Cary was hers. She quickly moved back to her side of the stage; but she saw Cynder look over her shoulder with an angry glare at her. Apparently, even the promise of Maradith this night wasn't enough to cause the singer to lose hope of stealing Cary away from Sindi.
