The roadie led her gently by the arm to a small back room with a side door that was partly open. Peering through it, Lisa could see it led to a larger dressing area. Fascinated and breathing hard, she tried her best to look cool and refrain from peeking around the door in hopes of spotting Pandora.
Suddenly, there she was. Lisa watched her stride in alone all swagger and assurance, wipe the sweat from her beautiful fine-boned face with the towel around her neck and run some pomade in the spiky tips of her hair.
Pandora swigged from a plastic water bottle and then checked her lipstick in the mirror. Her arms were sinewy and muscular and Lisa could see the muscles move under the taut smooth skin on her biceps.
A delicate tattoo, much more girly than Lisa would think someone as fierce as Pandora would have, of a slender flowered vine encircled her upper arm. The combination of the fragile looking flowers etched on top of her solid muscles was breathtakingly beautiful.
In one swoop, Pandora crossed her arms, lifted her t-shirt over head and tossed it to the floor. Lisa gasped at the phoenix wings inked across her slim back. She looked like an angel come down to earth. Pandora froze at the sound of Lisa’s loud intake of breath. Then she turned around and stared right at the crack of open door behind which the mortified Lisa huddled.
“All right,” Pandora exclaimed, her hands on her hips. “Come the fuck out of hiding, whoever you are.” Lisa opened the door and immediately pointed to the pass affixed to her shirt.
“I’m so…so sorry” she stammered. “I was just told to wait here”
Pandora stood silent and stared at the smaller blushing woman who seemed desperately intent on not staring at her pierced nipples.
“Oh, right. You were the one in the front row. “You really seemed to enjoy yourself.” Pandora said before she broke into a huge grin and strode to Lisa with her arm outstretched.
“Come in. Do you want some water? Juice?” Lisa was flummoxed and opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Pandora, top rockstar in the world and the object of all her masturbatory fantasies was standing in front of her topless, offering her a choice of beverage.
About Ginger Starr
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Published December 1, 2013
Erotica, Gay & Lesbian, Literature & Fiction.