It's a strange woman

You take a moment to try and wipe off some of the combined juices, and dust off the cobwebs of a long-confusing night. You slide your pants over-the-top of a puddle of fluids, taking a moment to wince at the oozing sensation around your pelvis, as it soaks into your pants. You put it out of your mind, more interested in who has invaded your home and is talking to your girlfriend at this ridiculous hour?

You pull yourself up, and walk toward the noise, realizing whoever is talking to her is female as the voices are clearly feminine, and when you poke your head around the corner, you see Jane standing stark-naked in the kitchen with a strange woman. Her spiked green-hair and piercings look like something out of a post-apocalyptic movie, they both seem to be aggressively discussing something, your hazy brain straining to focus on the words.

"Did you get him to pop?" the green-haired girl probes "Oh, yeah! He barely questioned me about the body-art." She laughed. "He said he wanted to see the pictures, even ate me out! He's sitting back there covered in it." Both laugh hard, "Legendary shit, when Jase brought you backstage and said you were a G-F we all thought that boy was dumb in the head, but 'Cheating Jane' sure was wild!"

You sat and considered how serendipitous it was that two hot girls named Jane ran into each other backstage at a concert. Your girlfriend seems to have really hit it off with the wild-girl too. Recording her take on that 'Big Mike' guy. You'll have to ask Jason if he knows anything about her in the morning.

The green-haired vixen, makes exaggerated hand signs you can't quite make out before continuing, "She's making a comeback for our next date, right? After the bottle thing and Big Mike, no-way you're missing the encore!" She makes devil horns before continuing.

"We've got the Pav on Wednesday and she needs to make an appearance, I haven't wet myself like that since DC. Between her bean work and the two groupie's fightin' over my mush, I think I even let Jase cum on my tits, it was a hell of a night!"

Your girlfriend smiles back "Yeah, probably! shaking John shouldn't be that hard but, I may want to show her around to some of his other friends." She says with a wicked grin.

You wonder if you can meet this wanton piece sometime. Maybe you can double date with her? Maybe she would be up for a threesome? The possibility run through his head like cherries on slot machines.

"But Gabby, tell me we're still on for studio time, right?" The green-haired girl, apparently named Gabby shouts out "FUCK YEAH!" and Jane has to calm her down "He's sleeping, we've gotta keep it down."

Why didn't she want me awake, you thought? Maybe she doesn't want you to know she's going to shoot a video with them or something? The idea of your girlfriend in a music video looking hot and making other guys jealous, was very appealing. Why would she hide it?

"But yeah, about a month left on the tour, then we hit our studio. The whole band thought your idea was hot as fuck. Are you gonna be ready?" the girl named Gabby said quizzically before continuing "Once she enters, you don't leave until the album is out. The boys get really rowdy during recording."

"Yeah, Jason took care of me, so I should be ready." Jane crosses her legs and arms, perhaps getting a bit cold standing naked in the kitchen before hearing Gabby fire back, "Alright, girl! With a fetish like Cheatin' on the front of our boat, it should be our best album yet!" She points at her chest and you see she's wearing one of the band shirts. "If you can make it on Wednesday, wear the shirt and tell the event staff, bottleneck." She laughs, "That'll get you backstage, no-questions asked."

You watch on as they slam their fingers together in a strange, but friendly, way and Gabby heads for the door, you see Jane move towards the door you're leaning on and you panic, she'll probably be upset if she found you were eavesdropping like an asshole. You make a break for the spot you woke up in, and pretend to be asleep.

She walks in, picks up her band shirt, and her phone. She studies you, as if something isn't right, before leaving you to your faux-sleep...