The set ends

The rest of the set passes without any further uninvited guests, and you thoroughly enjoy watching the band's energy and the bar's reaction to them. Christina in particular has a knack for tapping into the crowd, and Vicki isn't far behind her. It's not simply their musicianship that sets them apart, but the raw promise of sexuality in almost every word and movement.

When Christina announces their final number there are howls of protest from the crowd, and when they finish the Who's 'Baba O'Reilly,' there are many cries for an encore. A glance at your watch tells you that this has been planned, Christina timing the "final" song so there would still be time for an encore.

"Alright Red Falcon! Just because you're so special and we love you so much! One more just for you, and then.....We're going home!" she grins as she sheds the opening guitar riffs of Ten Years After's 'I'm Going Home' to a exultant roar from the crowd. When the rest of the band comes in behind her and she starts to rasp the lyrics into her mike with Vicki singing counterpoint the saloon seems ready to come off it's foundation. When it finally ends, the place is roaring it's approval, and the band looks excited and exhausted as they take a bow and Christina shouts a 'good night!' into her mike.

The house lights come up as the band steps off the stage and grab drinks from the table. They're glowing with perspiration and excitement, each of them looking incredibly sexy.

Jimmy the soundman comes by with a growl of congratulation. "Great show Tina, as always."

"Thanks Jimmy, couldn't have done it without you."

"Yeah I know," he nods with a sarcastic grin, as he walks back to his soundboard.

"We gotta break stuff down and pack it up," Christina tells you with a grin. "And since you're a roadie now you can help."

"Give the guy a break Tina," Vicki laughs. "He's got to save his energy for that old cougar who wants to bang him. Where'd she go anyway?" The others laugh as you smile and shake your head ruefully.

"I sent her away. I didn't think she could handle me," you laugh, spurring hoots from the band as you go back on stage with them to start breaking down the equipment.

Not knowing the routine, you take direction from the women and carry stuff. It takes about thirty minutes before everything is packed away in a van parked behind the saloon and the band sits down for a drink.

"I gotta get outta this thing," Vicki says, squirming in her jumpsuit.

"Shit, you nearly fell out of it up there about three times," Lisa snorts.

"You just wish you had a set like these," Vicki laughs, cupping her ripe breasts and jiggling them. "I'm gonna go change."

"Me too," Christina says, grabbing the bag with her clothes and leaning her guitar case against your chair.

"You were pretty good up there," Lisa says to you with a smile.

"For a guy who hasn't played much, you were great," Carmen adds. "Missed a few changes but not by enough that anyone here noticed. You did good."

"Thanks," you say. "It was a hell of an experience. Quite a rush."

"Yeah, it is that," Lisa says with a grin. "Hope you liked the little surprise. Tine said you could play, and the four of us thought up the plan."

"You surprised me all right. Surprised the shit out of me," you laugh as the two women grin. The three of you banter for a few minutes until Christina and Vicki return, changed back into street clothes.

"I'm outta here," Christina says. "Gotta drive back to school, and it's a big day tomorrow. As always ladies, it's been a little slice of heaven working with you. Catch you soon." The four of them stand and hug, then Christina turns to you with a smile. "C'mon roadie, the bus is leavin'."

The other three hug you goodbye, Vicki adding an enticing wriggle against you before letting you go, and you follow Christina out of the bar and into the street.