Chapter 42

The showroom it was packed when we got there. Groups of people were standing outside the door hoping that someone had canceled their reservations. It was kind of neat when the guy at the door pulled the velvet cord aside and said, “Hello, Mister Baker, your booth is ready.” I led us to our booth and motioned for the girls to sit down.

The booths are in a half-circle, facing the stage. Each has a table that has an arc on the backside that matches the contour of the booth and a flat front. Dolly grabbed me and pushed me to the center of the booth, and sat next to me on my left. Brandy was watching her and slid in on my right. The other girls sat down, and a waiter came over without asking, and put glasses of champagne in front of everyone but me. He then sat one that looked identical to the others in front of me. I smiled when I tasted it. Mine was ginger ale.

The lights dimmed and one of the girls whispered, “Jesus, look at her. She’s fucking gorgeous!” when Kristen stepped out to introduce Tomaso, and she was. I began thinking about how I was going to feel when she left on Monday when she stepped back and Tomaso came out, and I was starting to feel bad, when something happened to get my mind off her.

I was sitting with my hands in my lap when the lights dimmed even further and Tomaso started into his first set. I suddenly felt Brandy take hold of my right wrist. I looked at her, and she seemed to be watching the stage, but she moved my hand over and placed it between her legs. She had pulled her skirt up and she put my hand directly on her pussy. It was like an electric shock went through me. Not only was her pussy bare, it was hot and even a little wet. She put her right hand on top of mine so that I couldn’t take it away, and reached over with her left and started rubbing the front of my pants. I instantly got hard, and she wrapped her hand around it and she looked over at me. In the dim light, I could see her eyes were big and she mouthed “Wow!” as my cock filled her hand.

All thoughts of anything but her pussy filled my head, and I crooked my finger and slipped it inside her. Her body jerked slightly, and I began pressing my palm on her clit, and searching for her spot with my finger. She was facing the stage again as though nothing was happening, but her pussy got even wetter. I pulled my finger out, put it directly on her clit, and I began massaging it with steadily increasing pressure until I felt her body tense, then she shuddered slightly, and I could feel wetness flowing from her. June was sitting next to her and she must have felt her shake, because she looked at her and whispered, What’s the matter, Brandy?”

Brandy didn’t say anything, but June knew something was going on, and she reached under the table and I felt her touch the back of my hand. It was soaked with Brandy’s juices, and she felt around for a few seconds. Then she brought her hand out and put her fingers in her mouth. She giggled, leaned close to Brandy, and I heard her say, “You bitch, you started without me.” We continued watching the show, and Brandy seemed to settle down, but I was horny as hell.

Kristen came on for her final number, and the addition of the backup singers made the production even more complete then before. I watched her fly around the stage in the form-fitting body suit, and I suddenly began to want her very badly. She finished the song with an athletic leap and she stopped on the very front edge the stage. Tonight’s show had her standing there in a shower of sparks and light, with her chest heaving from the exertion. She looked so beautiful and sexy that it was dazzling. Her applause lasted for at least five minutes, and the people in the audience began chanting, “Kristen, Kristen, Kristen.” when Tomaso brought her out for her final bow and re-introduced her as Kristen Baker.

We were standing and applauding when I looked over at Brandy and Dolly. Dolly was enthusiastically smiling and applauding, as though she was really happy for Kristen. Brandy was applauding as well, but she had a cold look on her face. We worked our way backstage, and Kristen was standing outside her dressing room, wearing a silky looking robe. People surrounded her, camera flashes were going off, and it seemed like everyone was talking all at once. I don’t know how she saw us through all the people, but she suddenly broke through the crowd, ran to me, and threw her arms around me!

A strange thing then happened. I had noticed that there were two guys standing by themselves, sort of off to the side when we walked up. I figured that they were waiting to talk to Kristen. The crowd started to follow her when she ran over to me, but the two guys stepped away from the wall and stopped everyone.

Dolly and the girls all started telling Kristen what a great show it was. She was still very excited and thanked everybody, but she still tightly hung on to me, and the camera flashes started again. She glanced at them and then kissed me. It was a wonderful kiss and I could ‘see’ the camera flashes multiply into almost solid light even though I had my eyes closed.

She turned toward the crowd and stood alongside me with her arms still around me when the kiss ended. The place lit up with light again, and people started yelling, ‘Hey, Kristen, who is he?’ She leaned close and said, “I don’t want there to be any doubt that I’m with you,” then she called out to them, “This is Pete! He’s the love of my life!”

Questions about me began flying from the crowd, but Kristen grabbed my hand, said, “C’mon,” to the girls, and started toward a service elevator. We all piled in, and she took us to a room several floors above the stage. It was a large room with a meeting table and a bunch of chairs. Amy and two guys were already there when we went in. The meeting table had trays of food and drinks, including a big tub full of ice, bottled beer, and several bottles of liquor. One of the guys was loading more food on from a cart, while the other one was folding napkins around silverware. I grabbed a beer and Kristen said to everyone, “Get something to eat, we’ll be right back,” and she took me into an adjoining bedroom.

She directed me to a chair, and I sat there drinking my beer and enjoyed watching her wriggling out of the body suit. I hadn’t noticed, but she was also wearing pantyhose, and Amy came into the room and began helping her just as she began taking them off. The hose were different then I expected. They seemed quite thick, and as Amy helped her with them, I noticed her body was covered with powder. Amy saw me looking, and said, “It acts as a lubricant to prevent chaffing, and helps get things off and on.”

It was interesting watching them together, and I saw something that was very tender. Amy began carefully folding the pantyhose and the body suit together when she finally pulled them completely off. Kristen stood up and sighed, “Boy, it’s good to get out of that stuff,” and she laid her hand on Amy’s shoulder. Kristen was totally naked now, and the touch was very familiar, but Amy never even looked at her. She smiled slightly and continued folding things.

Something about the scene touched me deeply. There was nothing sexual about Amy’s smile or Kristen’s touch. They were like two sisters or old friends doing something that needed to be done, and the fact that I was there as well, felt intimate, and just seemed right. Kristen said, “I’m going to jump into the shower for a quick rinse. I’ll be out in a minute.” Amy and I went into the other room.

Most of the girls were gathered around the table, making sandwiches and picking at a veggie plate. The tall brunette was talking to one of the guys, and Brandy and Dolly were standing a few feet away watching them.

Brandy looked over her shoulder at us when we walked up, nodded to the tall girl, and said, “Nell’s in action. What do you want to bet that guy gets laid tonight?” They both turned to us and Brandy said, “Okay, we don’t get it. Kristen’s last name is not Baker. Did you guys get married or are you trying to pull something?” The way she said it annoyed me, and I didn’t think that she deserved an answer, so I looked at her as coldly as I could and said, “I guess you don’t know as much about her as you thought you did!”

Her eyes narrowed and she stood staring at me. Dolly was the one who broke the silence. She looked shocked, when she said, “Gee, are you really married, Pete?” Amy suddenly made an odd sort of grunt. I glanced at her, and it looked as though she was trying to hide a smile. She took my arm and said, “Here comes Kristen,” and pulled me away.

Kristen came in wearing slacks and a high-necked sweater. She obviously didn’t have a bra on, and her nipples were making wonderful bumps in the fabric. The other girls were all over her, congratulating her and saying how great her singing was. Amy and I stood back a little, watching, and I heard her chuckle and shake her head. I said, “What’s the laugh about?”

She was grinning broadly when she said, “Well, you did it again, Casanova. Dolly definitely has a crush on you, and even that bitch, Brandy, has the hots for you, then she sobered a little and said, “You, uhh, didn’t have sex with them did you?” I thought about what happened while we were watching the show, but I decided that it wasn’t sex, at least not on my part, so I said, “No! Of course not!”

We watched Kristen with the girls, and she was obviously having a good time. Dolly and Brandy were Even talking with her, but the conversation kept coming back to whether or not she was married, and Kristen kept evading the issue. It was Brandy who broke the mood. She said, “Everybody shut up,” in a loud voice. Everyone stopped talking and looked at her. She said, “All right, Kristen, enough of this bullshit. Are you and Pete married or not?”

It only took Kristen a few seconds to get her wits together. Then she raised an eyebrow at Brandy, and turned and walked over between Amy and I. She put an arm around each of us, and said, “Yes, Brandy, we are,” then she kissed me on the lips, and turned to Amy and did the same thing, then she said, “I’m officially a member of the Baker family. The three of us were married in a beautiful ceremony earlier this week.”

The girls all stood there with their mouths open for a minute, and there was a kind of uneasy silence. Brandy finally said, “You’re bullshitting us, right?”

Kristen responded with, “No, Brandy, I’m saying that it’s none of your damn business!” Brandy’s eyes flashed for a second, then she slowly walked over to me and reached into my pocket. She pulled out her balled-up panties and shook them out so there would be no mistake as to what they were, and she said, “Well then, I guess I better take these back,” and she turned, and walked over to where the girls were standing.

Things got quiet and both Kristen and Amy turned to me. Amy’s face was expressionless, but I could tell that she was disappointed. Kristen looked at me for a few seconds, then she looked at the ground. I started to stutter out an explanation, but a nearby phone started ringing before I could. One of the servers picked it up and he said, “It’s one of the guards and he wants to speak with you, Miss Baker,” after a few seconds,

Kristen remained staring at the ground for a minute, then she took the phone. She said, “Yes?” and her eyes got big as saucers in a few seconds as she said, “Uhh, sure. Send him in.” She turned to Amy and said, “You’re not gonna believe this.” The door opened and in came Big Joe Little, the leader of the ‘Big Little Band’, currently the hottest rock and roll group in the country. Big Joe has been on the cover of every magazine, and his band has sold millions of records. He’s famous for two things, his wild antics on stage, and his success with women.

He’s been linked with some of the most, high-profile women in Hollywood, and is supposed to be currently living with two sisters who are the daughters of an oil tycoon. Joe is about twenty-five years old. He’s about five-ten, and has a little-boy smile. I thought that he looked kind of stupid with his waist length hair and open front shirt, but the girls obviously thought otherwise, because they all ran to him and started talking. Kristen and Amy were still standing next to me, and he came over, stuck his hand out, and said, “Hi, I’m Joe.” when he saw Kristen. Kristen automatically shook his hand, and I could tell that she was excited and impressed. It took her a few seconds to answer, then she said, “Uhh, hi, I’m Kristen.”

He was still holding her hand, and he said, “I just caught your show; you’re terrific! A bunch of us are getting together at the MGM Grand. Why don’t you join us?” A stunned Kristen asked, “Who’s going to be there?” He rattled off half of the headliners on the strip. Then he said, “A lot of the people were working the holidays, and they’ll be leaving after tomorrow’s shows. Why don’t you come by? You know most of them, and they’ll be glad to see you.” I’m pretty sure that he was aware that she didn’t know these people at all, but he made it sound like she did, and his ploy worked. I could tell how excited she was when she said, “Uhh, sure, Amy and I will be there in a little while.” He turned to Amy, flashed his big smile, and said, “Hi, you must be Amy. I’m Joe Little.”