Story 24 #2
What if they thought that she was just some dumb kid who didn’t know what she was doing and was just playing at being some kind of rock star?
She dressed carefully on the day of the funeral.
She wore fishnet tights and a light black dress.
She wanted to look sexy but she didn't want to look as though she was too frivolous, not serious enough.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She put her hands on her hips and pouted at her reflection.
She liked the way that she looked. Her breasts pushed up, peeking out of the top of her dress, but she didn't think that it was too much - not enough that it would look as though she was trying to use her sexuality too much.
Her legs looked great, she thought, the light skin contrasting with the dark pattern of the tights.
She liked the way they felt against her skin as well.
She liked the way that the material stretched tight across her stomach.
She hadn’t worn any panties - she didn’t want them to get in the way of the feeling of the mesh against her body.
Looking at her reflection like this filled her with confidence once again. She was ready for this, she told herself. She could do this. She could do anything that she put her mind to.
But then as she loaded her bass up into her car, the old doubts started to creep back in. She climbed into the driver's seat and looked at her eyes, the smoky eyeliner framing them perfectly, in the rearview mirror, and she told herself that she was good enough, that she could do it.
When she pulled up outside the rehearsal space, she looked at the building and found herself feeling intimidated again.
She had always been so confident, so outgoing, and now she felt as if all of that kept drifting away from her.
She told herself that she had to grab hold of that and channel her old confidence into this rehearsal audition.
She walked into the room. It wasn't quite what she had expected - she had been picturing a large hall, maybe with rows of seats like a proper auditorium.
But this was much smaller, cozier. There was no stage, just a small area with a selection of instruments and speakers.
There were also a couple of old couches.
There was no one else there when she walked in. She was sure that they had to be there somewhere, as the place had been unlocked when she walked in.
She stood for a few moments, looking around the room. Then, unsure what she should be doing, she went and sat on one of the couches.
She crossed her legs. She loved the feeling of the tights rubbing against each other. She looked down and saw her thighs exposed by the action of crossing her legs.
She waved her foot from side to side slightly as she waited.
Suddenly, a door was pushed open and two men walked in, laughing. As soon as they saw her, they stopped laughing and looked at her.
She jumped to her feet straight away, feeling as though she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t have been doing.
“Hi!” she said, “I’m Beth. I’m here for the audition.”
“Oh, sure,” one of the men said, stepping forward to shake her hand, “I’m Mike.”
As he stepped forward she had a chance to look at both of them. She had to admit that she liked what she saw - they were both in their thirties and ruggedly handsome.
Mike had shoulder-length sandy-blonde hair. He had a deep tan and was slightly unshaven with light stubble on his cheeks. He was wearing a T-shirt and jeans. He had a good build - toned, with bulging arms and the T-shirt pulled tight across his chest. He had a firm grip when she shook her hand.
The other man had shorter, dark brown hair.
He was slightly taller with a slimmer build.
He had deep brown eyes, pronounced cheekbones, and a slight smile as he looked at her.
He introduced himself as Chris as he looked her up and down.
She had the distinct impression that he was checking her out and she was sure that he looked as though he approved of what he was seeing.
That gave her a little boost of confidence, at least.
She liked what she was seeing as well - she liked both of them, in fact - and she had felt as though she could easily get flustered, easily let the situation get out of control, and let her nerves get the better of her being in a room with these two hot, older, guys.
But the way that Chris looked at her - and now the way that she thought Mike was looking at her as well - made her feel as though the balance of power wasn't quite stacked against her.
She smiled at both of them.
“OK,” she said, “How shall we get this started?”
“Well,” Mike said, “usually we like to sit down and have a little bit of a chat, get to know one another first, see how compatible we are before we see if you can really play. So why don’t you take a seat?”
She sat down on one of the couches. Mike pulled an old armchair over and sat across from her.
Chris sat down next to her. Mike was looking at her intently.
She couldn’t hold his gaze and turned to look at Chris instead.
He had sat down right next to her - she hadn’t quite realized just how close he was to her but now she could feel his leg against hers.
She could smell him - a slight scent of cologne, a hint of sweat and she was sure that she could smell leather on him.
She wondered if he had been wearing a jacket earlier.
She wondered if he had been riding a bike to get there. She felt slightly dizzy.
They made small talk with each other. For the most part, Mike just sat back and watched.
Every once in a while he would interject with a question or a comment of his own.
When he did that she would turn to him and see him leaning forward, watching her.
She felt as though she was under observation.
It was a feeling that might have made her feel uncomfortable but it didn't seem to have that effect on her.
Instead, she felt good having his eyes on her.
Chris was also looking at her intently. His face seemed to move in closer to hers all the time.
She could make out every single line of his face.
She could see deep into those soulful eyes of his.
Sometimes she felt as though she was losing herself in them, drowning in them.
Her words would trail off and she would forget what she was saying.
Chris furrowed his brow slightly.
“You know,” he said to her, thoughtfully, “You really are a beautiful young woman.”
“Thank you,” she replied. She felt a glow of pleasure within her, but she wasn’t sure how else she was supposed to respond to that.
He leaned in closer. He narrowed his eyes as though he was trying to work something out.
Suddenly, he pushed her hair back behind her ear. She felt his fingertips brush her face lightly.
“Those eyes of yours...” he said.
He didn’t finish the sentence.
Instead, he leaned in and kissed her, lightly, on the corner of her mouth. It was just a gentle kiss but it was enough to make her want more of it.
She turned her face slightly toward the place where his lips had been. Her eyes had closed as she waited to see what would happen next.
Then his mouth was on hers.
His lips pushed against hers with a self-assured insistence.
Her lips were parted and her tongue moved toward his. His tongue brushed over hers, jostled with it, and then the two of them rubbed together as his lips pushed against hers with more pressure.
His hand was on the side of her face. She could feel his fingers in her hair, against her ear.
She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know how she should react except to keep on kissing him back. She was happy with that - she loved the feeling of his mouth on hers, his hand on her face.
She couldn't quite believe what was happening. None of this made sense to her. But then she remembered where she was and what she was doing there. She remembered that there was another man in the room and that he was sitting there watching them.
She broke off the kiss and turned to look at Mike. He had a slight smile on his face. She felt very self-conscious all of a sudden.
“Don’t worry,” Chris whispered in her ear. She felt his breath tickling her ear. She turned back to him.
“He likes to watch. At least, that’s how he likes to start things,” he explained to her.
She looked back at Mike, still feeling uncertain, and then looked back at Chris. She saw his mouth there, so tempting, and she gave into her desire. She began kissing him again and now there seemed to be a new urgency to it, a new hunger.
At first, she didn't understand why she felt a new level of desire but then, as she kissed Chris, she realized something - she liked the fact that someone was watching them.
When Chris moved his kisses to her throat, she turned her head slightly to look at Mike.
Their eyes met as she felt Chris kissing her neck.
She felt him licking, kissing, her skin.
One of his hands pushed her hair back, completely out of the way so that he would have full access to that pale skin on her neck.
She felt his teeth run across the delicate skin. She murmured slightly - she didn’t really know what the murmur meant at that point, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to tell him to stop or to tell him to never stop.
She felt him bite the skin of her throat then. It wasn’t a hard bite, but it was hard enough to give her a slight sensation of pressure followed by a slight, sharp, moment of pain. She reached behind his head with one hand and stroked his hair, running her fingers through it.
She still looked at Mike as this was happening and as their eyes locked she felt even more aroused. The thought occurred to her that she had come there planning to audition for their band which would have meant people watching her every night and now here she was putting on a show for one man.
She felt Chris’ hand on her waist. He kept it resting there for a few moments and then he began moving it up and down slowly, stroking her body.
Then his hand went even further down. She felt it move down past the bottom of her dress and move onto her thigh. She saw it rest on her thigh then. He gave her a squeeze. She wondered if he liked her legs in fishnets - if he liked the way that they looked and the way that they felt.