Meeting the band

At the back of the saloon there is a small stage where three women set up amps and a drum kit. A scrawny older man with his grey hair in a pony consults with one of them as she adjusts an amp.

"Hey Jimmy, how's it hanging?" Christina asks the man.

"Down around my knees Tina, just like always," he answers with a cigarette growl. "Good to see you girl. Who's the new guy?"

"Some roadie I picked up," she says with a grin at you. "Brian meet Jimmy. He's a shithead but he's the best soundman in two counties."

"Four counties," he corrects. "We should be ready for a soundcheck in about thirty."

Christina nods and gestures you to a table near the stage. "You can sit here if you want. It's the band table, and you are certainly with the band. I gotta go see my people. I'll introduce you in a bit."

You sit down and take a sip of your beer, watching as she steps onto the stage and talks to each woman in turn, smiling and hugging them before falling into what you guess are technical discussions. With nothing better to do, you check out the three women, who you assume to be the members of Crazy Train.

The one setting up the drum kit, and who you assume to be the drummer, is an austere sharp featured blonde. The other two are brunettes, one of them sporting what look to be an impressive set of tits. All three women are pretty, although none are as striking as Christina. The four of them go about setting up the stage with studied professionalism and a little banter that tells you that they've done this a hundred times.

When they're finally done, Christina leads them off the stage and to your table. You stand up and smile as they approach.

"Brian this is the band. The Band, this is Brian," she says with a laugh and a wink at you. "I'm gonna get more water. Feel free to talk among yourselves."

The smaller breasted brunette shakes her head and then shakes your hand. "Carmen. This is Lisa and Vicki. Tine says you teach with her?"

"That's right. Just started."

"Lucky guy," Lisa the blonde smirks. "Surrounded by all those hot young rich girls."

"With their hormones driving 'em nuts," Vicki, the large breasted brunette laughs. "One look at you and they'll be dragging you into their room like they've got a roman candle up their snatches."

To your surprise you find yourself blushing slightly at the banter, and are rescued by Christina returning with a fresh glass.

"You've still got your clothes on,"she laughs. "I'm surprised. Jimmy's ready for a soundcheck," she adds for the band's benefit. They rise with smiles for you before climbing back on the stage.

For the next half hour you watch the soundcheck, noting that on stage the women are all business. When they and Jimmy are satisfied, they return to the table, calling over to the bartender for food.

"We have forty minutes before showtime," Christina tells you. "We'll eat and then go change and get into character. The crowd here is pretty good, a mix of real people and posers, but they appreciate a decent act. They don't pay much, but we like playing here."

"We do better in tips than the gig money," Vicki laughs. "Depending on how many horny guys are in the crowd."

"And how well you shake those hammers of yours," Lisa deadpans.

"If you got the moneymakers, you're a fool not to use 'em," Vicki replies and the two of them slap hands and laugh.

A waitress brings over burgers, including one for you, and the next few minutes are spend largely in silence as the women eat hungrily. Once finished, they start talking with each other about their week. None of them, of course, are full time musicians. Lisa works as a legal secretary, while Carmen is a realtor. Vicki , of all things, works as a funeral director. You have a momentary vision of her wearing a low cut top to show off her breasts as she tries to upsell a higher end casket, and smile to yourself.

"We better get ready," Christina says, standing up and picking up the bag she brought with her. "Enjoy the show," she tells you with a grin, as the other three stand up and smile goodbyes at you.