"So... who are you with?" The burly security guard steps forward, barring your way.
"I'm with the band," you say, your voice loaded with suggestiveness, and it doesn't go unnoticed.
He raises an eyebrow, taking in your too-tight dress and cherry red...
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The terrace looks empty as I step quietly out on to the decking. It's littered with evidence of the party that's just taken place, empty bottles and glasses stacked on every surface. It'll be one hell of a clean up operation I think to myself, but that's not any of my concern. That's the beauty of staying in hotels. You can make as much mess as you like and someone else will clear up after you.
Mind you, that's not much different from my home-life. After the infamous party that I'd held that was responsible for getting me shipped off out to spend the summer with my cousin I hadn't been expected to clear up the mess that I'd caused even then despite my parents being furious with me. They did what they normally did with problems. They threw a large amount of money at it and it just went away. Even their so-called punishment didn't make me feel like I was being penalised. I was out here having the time of my life rather than feeling anything close to being contrite about the problems that I'd caused.
A lesson learnt? Not a chance.
The heat of the day has finally given way to the cooler night air now and there's a gentle breeze caressing the bare skin of my shoulders and arms and legs, my little silky slip not really covering much. I probably should have pulled on something a bit more substantial seeing as there could well be party guests lingering out here, but that's not really my style. I'm certainly not shy and besides, there are particular people who I'd be only too happy to parade my scantily-clad form in front of. And as my ears pick up the muted sound of gently plucked acoustic guitar strings I smile to myself. There's only two people that sound could possibly be emanating from, and with Sam now fast asleep I'm entirely unbothered about which of those two people I might find out here.
So I'm in for a real surprise when I step around the screen of foliage to discover not just Van or Johnny, but both boys sitting on the decking area that I was sat at with Lucy earlier. They're sitting opposite each other, Johnny with his feet up on the table in between them, both cradling their acoustic guitars.
Van's the first to notice my presence and he stills his playing immediately as I come into view, his eyes bugging out of his head as they trail down to take all of me in. In typical Van style he's not remotely surreptitious about it, but that doesn't bother me. I just push out my chest as I stand there proudly, my perky breasts pressing against the silk, nipples stiffened in the cool night air.
"My eyes are up here Van," I smirk, pointing to my face.
A loud snigger comes from Johnny and Van laughs too, cheeky grin stretching wide as he forces his gaze upwards. "What you doing out 'ere anyway? Thought you were going back to sleep. You said you were knackered."
"Oh sorry, am I interrupting something? Shall I go back to bed?"
I look between the two boys, already knowing the answer by their eager faces and they don't disappoint. "Nah, we're just chilling aren't we Bonds? Setting the world to rights. Come 'n join us."
