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BACKSTAGE PASS

“Thanks very much! Now…….Pretty boys with BIG GUITARS!” Mac, the singer, screamed into the microphone.
“Aaaaaaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhhhh!” we roared as the first thunderous chords blasted into the hall.
As one, hundreds of people jumped up and down, pogoing and punching the air as we shouted the chorus back at the band on stage.
Four feet from me Emma was hanging over the rails, of the mosh pit, trying to get Mac’s attention. Without any warning she lifted her T-shirt and flashed her tits at him.
He took notice now! In seconds he was on his knees serenading her.
“Thank you!” he hollered to the crowd when the song ended, “Especially you!” he pointed at her, “Especially you.”
The crowd roared their appreciation, again.
By now the four of us, Emma, Sally, Chrissie and I (Lauren) were bouncing in time to the next song.
“I can’t believe you flashed your tits at him!” I shouted into Emma’s ear.
She just grinned, shrugged her shoulders and shook them at me.
As the last song began, one of the bouncers shuffled along the mosh pit, obviously looking for someone.
“You! Blondie! ” He shouted, pointing at Emma. She forced her body between a couple of guys hanging onto the railings. The guy was shouting into her ear. Emma turned around to look at us. Then back to the bouncer, waving four fingers in his face. He did the same for confirmation. She vigorously nodded her head.
I couldn’t see anymore, until she stepped back into our small space.
Waving four pink, laminated, passes in our faces she screamed, “We’ve got backstage passes!”
It took a couple of seconds to register then we all hugged each other and screamed until we thought that our lungs would burst.
I looked at my ticket ‘The Icies’ After Show Sex Party. Admit 1.’ It read.
This was only our second week at college, and we were watching The Icies who were one of the biggest and prettiest bands in the country. Their backstage parties were already the source of legend; and we were going to one!
When the band left the stage and the lights made everyone’s eyes flicker, we made our way to the backstage door, which was surrounded by twenty or thirty very pretty girls who were being held back by three massive bouncers.
Emma arrived first and showed the biggest guy her pass. He held out an arm to push some girls away, and let her through. We did the same and followed. Once inside the dark corridor, we were met by a tall scrawny roadie called Spike.
After a few yards, we stopped outside the main dressing room.
“This is your last chance to change your mind,” he told us, “Once you get inside, there’s no going back, and no crying for mummy!”
We looked at each other; “Let us at them!” we could have screamed as we barged past him. “Tonight’s willing victims!” he laughed, opened the door.
As we rolled through, Matt the drummer, who was only wearing boxer shorts and white socks, screamed like a Banshee and jumped in front of Chrissie who has the largest breasts, then started doing some crazy war dance. Without asking, he pushed his face in between her breasts and shook his face making her breasts slap his head.
The others in the room all laughed.
I looked around the room. It was incredible. Here I was backstage with my favourite band – the Icies! Mac looked as cool as ever in his leather trousers and white shirt, Moko the bass player was changing out of his sweaty jeans into some combat shorts and Corky the guitarist was already swigging from a bottle of cognac.
Slightly embarrassed, when he stopped, Chrissie moved to the drinks table.
“No, no, no,” Mac shouted at her. “All of the drinks have a price!”
We looked puzzled.
“He means get your tits out, and you can have a drink!” Moko, chuckled, “I’m serious.” He added.
The others, perhaps 9 or 10 guys all sat up and looked at us, as they swigged their drinks.
Emma was first. She lifted her T-shirt and wobbled her 32b’s at them. With raised eyebrows we all followed suit. Thankfully Chrissie and I were wearing bras but Sally was quite small and never wore a bra.
She tried to be discrete, but a fat bloke walked up to her and began sucking her nipples between slugs of beer.
A camera flashed, and the men all cheered as we made our breasts wobble and shake.
As we covered ourselves, Emma and Sally picked up four cans of lager.
“No!” Mac shouted, “One task – one beer!”
“But we showed you our…tits!” Emma chided him.
“Alright then, two cans!” he chuckled, “For the other two, let’s see those arses!