Debbie made a habit of attending as many rock concerts as she could afford and doing whatever was necessary to get into the group’s dressing room backstage after the show and hopefully spend the night with one or more of the lucky guys.
Tonight Debbie was going to a concert featuring a group known as Death Warmed Over – not the kind of guys you’d bring home to mother, unless of course your mother was Morticia Addams.
As she dressed for the evening, she went over in her mind the usual plan of events. She always bought one of the ‘cheap seats’ tickets, because she usually managed to trade sexual favors for a spot down front. Most of the security guards and roadies who frequented the large arena in town had enjoyed a quick but very satisfying blow job from her. This way, she nearly always got to the front row. She wore a loose fitting blouse that hung over the waistband of her short denim skirt.
Tonight, seeing as how the crowd would be more sleazy than usual, she went overboard – she wore stockings and the highest pair of high heels she had, killer shoes with four-inch heels. The skirt she had chosen was a tight, short affair. It stopped at just about the tops of her stockings, so the garter-straps and clips showed. This new style was especially erotic and on Debby’s long legs the nylons were even more appealing.
She slid the tight dress up over her garter belt and pulled the blouse down over her bare breasts. No panties, no bra. She was sure to get the attention she wanted tonight. Applying more than the usual amount of makeup, eyeshadow and lipstick, she certainly looked the part of a woman in search of sex. And sex she was sure to get.
Standing in line outside the arena as the crowd of kids jostled around, the excitement in the air was evident. Debby could sense the stares and leers of the males in the crowd and enjoyed the attention. She always went to these concerts alone. She calmly waited as the line she was in slowly made its way past the ticket taker and went through the usual search inside the arena – the city was pretty thorough about getting most of the booze and firecrackers off the kids as they came in.
The big black security guard at the door eyed her up and down and said in a voice loud enough for everyone 10 feet around to hear, “I can see this little girl ain’t got nothin’ hidden on her!”
Debby just smiled at him and licked her lips with her tongue, teasing the man. Nonetheless, he made sure his hands brushed across her breasts and down her hips. The touch of his hand made Debby’s nipples begins to peak and stiffen. She wandered the halls a while the opening act played. She didn’t want to get there too early and have a latecomer push her back, the way she usually did to the legitimate front-row patrons.
Debbie wandered down to the ladies room and had a few cigarettes, shooting the breeze with some other girls and in general just enjoying the atmosphere. Most of the girls expressed amazement at her outfit, but several said they had seen the style and were just waiting for someone else to wear it first.
Finally the opening act finished to the obvious delight of most of the crowd. The house lights came up and the local radio station came on over the huge speakers and started blaring old Led Zeppelin and Aerosmith tunes. A haze of tobacco and hash smoke hung in the air.
After killing some more time standing around the entrance to the lower level area, Debby could sense when there was about 15 minutes until “DWA” as they were called, would take the stage. She fluffed her hair, straightened her skirt and inspected the picture. Everything was fine.
This would be a piece of cake.