Bill's POV

The sound check had gone off without a hitch. We all went back to the hotel and found our outfits freshly pressed and lying on our beds like a mother helping her young child get ready for school. Soon we were all showered and ready for the show, you could feel the tension coursing through us like electric jolts. Once we were in the van, it took no time at all to get to the venue and in our trailer. We sat discussing the show and goofing off until we heard a knock on the door. Tom jumped up and opened it when suddenly a strange look fell over his face.

"Well aren't you gonna invite us in?" I heard a familiar voice say with a slight southern drawl.

"Uh…yeah...sorry, please come in." he said as he stepped back, still a little bewildered.

When she walked in I was rendered speechless. And even though three more hot chicks filed in next I couldn't take my eyes off of her! Her hair was straightened making the red shine brighter then I remembered. She had hoops in her ears and a sparkly necklace draped around her neck. There was a corset like I had never seen before hugging every square inch of her torso. A red leather-like material with a white piece traveling under her voluptuous breasts and meeting up with a halter strap around her neck. When she turned around I realized she had a huge tattoo on her back. It looked like a poem or a saying with wings of some sort in the background. She motioned her arms as she introduced her friends. Her shoulder blades almost making the wings come to life. She had on a white pencil skirt and some red and white heels that Tom would definitely call "F Me Heels!" I watched as each friend she introduced walked over to one of the guys with a book and sat down next to them like a carefully choreographed dance. Tom, of course, had to take it one step further and pulled her friend, Christina I think it was, into his lap.

"Last but not least, me." She said as she walked over to me with a book in hand.

You could tell she was, in no way, trying to seduce but her walk had natural sensuality to it.

"So, this is your book huh?" I squeaked as she sat down next to me, her close proximity sending my nerves into a frenzy. She cocked her crossed legs towards me and lend against the arm of the couch we shared.

"This, is my book." She said with a proud smile as she handed it to me.

A picture of her took up the entire front cover.

"Are you wearing…?" I paused in shock.

"Saran wrap as a tube top. Yeah. It was at a gay pride party my friend was throwing. The stickers covering my nipples stand for equal rights and the skirt is just some rainbow material tied around my waist because I didn't have time to make a proper one." She shared confidently. I could feel everyone's eyes on us. I didn't dare look back in fear that the guys mouths were dangling like dead fish. "My girlfriend and I used to make all sorts of crazy outfits to suit whatever theme the party was." She continued, as if oblivious to the four sets of bulging eyes staring back at her.

"So you're a lesbian then?" I asked, secretly repeating, please say no, please say no, please say no! in my head.

"Goodness no." she laughed heartily. "Although I am bi." She informed as a mischievous grin spread across her perfectly plump lips.

This is either the best dream I've had yet or I've died and gone to heaven? I contemplated trying to refocus my energy on the words coming out of her mouth.

"As a matter of fact, Christina over there had a threesome with me on a few occasions."

Yup that's it! Definitely dead! DEFINITELY in heaven! My ears centered on Tom's feet shifting behind my head. I turned and looked at the guys as they stared back at us with a mix of disbelief and, quite possibly, jealousy.