Vix's Licks Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Vix's Licks Pt. 02

... the limelight though, and always introduced Ed and me. I could sense his pride whenever he introduced me as 'This is Vix, my daughter.' That's just my dad.

There was a short interval, and then Speling Eror took to the stage and I got my first glimpse of Roo. I was impressed.

She was about my height, with very short, very black, hair, extremely dark eye makeup, and pouty lips, made up with bright red lipstick. She had nicely-fitted black jeans on, with flat-soled Puma shoes (obviously perfect for drumming) but the pièce de résistance was the fact that she was naked from the waist up, apart from a shocking pink (and very nicely filled) bikini top.

We were standing near the stage as she walked past, and she gave my dad and Ed a nod of recognition, and me a dazzling smile, showing off her perfect white teeth. She was amazing, and I saw now why the rest of the band didn't want her as a permanent member; They were a bunch of gawky boys and she completely upstaged and overshadowed them!

They kicked off, and it was immediately apparent that she was the real deal. Not only did she boss the stage visually, her drumming drove the whole band. Halfway through the first number, Ed looked at me and raised his eyebrows. We had found our drummer. I decided I wanted her, in more ways than one.

Would she join us though? We'd already heard enough to know that she was perfect, but we were only an upstart girl group. She was way further down the road than us. By the interval, I'd ...

... already gloomily convinced myself that we had no chance. She'd never join us.

As she left the stage, Dad buttonholed her and brought her to the bar. Up close, she was even more impressive. A riot of colour, contrast and beautiful smiles. Her red nails and lips, and her bright cerise bikini top contrasted starkly with her dark hair and eye makeup, and her smile was captivating. She was literally brilliant.

I was all agog, and not a little tongue-tied and it was a good job Dad was there to do most of the talking. She was slightly in awe of my dad, who's a bit of a legend in indie music circles, and that definitely helped. If I'd been there on my own I really don't think I would have had any chance of recruiting her, but a bit of schmoozing by Dad, combined with some mutual drummer-admiration with Ed and she was putty in our hands.

'Yeah, I love the idea of an all-girl band,' she said, with a soft Scottish accent, '... and with the daughter of Jack Standen fronting it, how could it fail? I'd love to meet the other girls for a jam one day. Are they all as pretty as you, Vix?'

I'm sure I turned the colour of her bikini top. My cheeks burned. Normally, I'm quite good at taking a compliment graciously, but coming from her, I was thrown. 'I... I...' Dad knew what was happening, and came quickly to the rescue.

'They are all bonny girls, for sure, but not as lovely as my Vix, obviously,' he said, squeezing me around the shoulders. Aw, Dad...

Roo was smiling indulgently. ...