Prompt her to share details

You place a hand on Janet’s leg and say, “I need you to share more details. Tell us what happened when you went back stage.”

Janet looks uncomfortable, but words of encouragement from the other girls prompt her to go on.

“This guy who had ‘STAFF’ written on his shirt came up to me out of the blue and asked, ‘Would you like to meet the guys?’ When I realized he was talking about the band, I about freaked!”

“What band was it?” asked Cassie.

“It was the Sex Stallions,” she answered. “I know... with a name like that, I shouldn’t have expected them to be choir boys, but I honestly didn’t think I was meeting them for anything other than to get their autographs.”

“I would have,” offered Cassie. “Especially Damien, the drummer! He just bristles with sexuality!”

The other girls murmur in agreement, and you smile to yourself, pleased with how this is developing.

“So I said I’d love to meet the band,” continues Janet. “Like I said, I didn’t think anything naughty at that point.... But this guy who led me backstage stopped right outside the dressing room door and just looked at me, like he was wanting something. I thought it was a tip. I started to open my handbag, and he just leered at me and said, ‘That’s not the kind of payment I’m looking for, toots.’”

Janet took a breath and said, “That’s when I realized what he was asking for. You know, he wasn’t even all that attractive, and I should have just walked away, but I really wanted a chance to meet celebrities, and so....’”

She took another breath, prompting another round of “Go on,” and “It’s ok” and similar words of encouragement from the rest of the group.

Nodding, Janet says, “So I blew him right then and there. I just dropped to my knees and started sucking on him the moment he pulled his dick out of his pants. The funny thing is, even though I knew it was perverted, and I wasn’t planning on it, I realized that I half-wanted it to happen, anyway. Even though I didn’t know the guy and wasn’t attracted to him and wasn’t getting anything out of it, personally, I realized I was enjoying sucking off a total stranger.”

You see a few nods from around the circle, as if her words resonate with the other girls.

“Well, I could tell that he was getting close to cumming in my mouth, and I was preparing to swallow as quickly as I could so I wouldn’t get anything on my Sex Stallions t-shirt, when the door to the dressing room opened. I looked up, and a girl about my age walked out. I could tell what she had been doing, because she was a mess, but she seemed happy enough. Before I could do or say anything, someone inside the room yelled out, ‘Next!’ The guy I was blowing said, ‘Sorry, Sweetie. We’ll have to finish this later.’ He pulled out of my mouth and motioned for me to go inside. ‘Time to meet the band,’ he said.”

Janet pauses and looks at you for instructions.