"So are you getting any?" Jo wanted a body count.
I was standing in the wings of the stage, talking to her on my phone while trying to keep out of the way of roadies, techies, suits, and other symbiotic creatures from the world of rock-and-roll. Tonight I wore something more appropriate for the Fiery Boys: a black blouse with swirling magenta and blue leggings and a slate blue hoodie. I purposely kept it band-moderate so Chuck wouldn't get going again.
Fans were filing into the arena, and the show would be starting soon. The boys buzzed around with an extra level of energy, clearly ready to rock.
I retreated into a quiet corner of the wing so I could talk. "I'm lucky to still be on the bus. The Fiery Boys are not what I expected."
"No naked flesh?" Jo sounded disappointed.
"There was a naked groupie in the bathroom when I arrived. Does that count?"
"Not unless you had sex with her." She paused, then went on in a provocative pout. "Did you have sex with her?"
"Sorry, no." I was doing a poor job of delivering vicarious Fiery Boys thrills. Jo and Kira were two horny women who needed details.
She pressed on. "So you didn't have sex with anyone, but there was a naked groupie on the bus. Did she have sex with anyone?"
"Yep. Guess who with? Your favorite Fiery Boy, Chuck! He seems to enjoy group sex." I couldn't resist teasing her. "Maybe you and Kira could do him as a team."
Jo gasped. "Seriously? That'd be hella hot! Can you set this up for us?"
Okay, I didn't see that coming. I thought Jo would go prudish and proper. After all, she was a professional woman-a psychologist with an office and a receptionist and clients who paid for her good sense. Sure, she talked about sex all the time, but I didn't think she'd instantly be willing to team fuck Chuck. Was I the only woman in the world who didn't offer up her body as soon as he came close? Sheesh!
But before I promised any arrangements with the lead singer of the Fiery Boys, I felt like I needed permission from someone else. "Shouldn't we ask Kira first?"
Jo laughed. "No need. She's down with it. We've done it before. Remember that time the three of us went to Los Angeles for the weekend and you caught a cold? Well, Kira and I. . ."
"Stop!" I'd heard only vague moans of satisfaction from them that weekend, but they never admitted they'd been with the same man. In any case, I didn't need to hear about it now. Perhaps I was the only woman in the world who wouldn't fuck Chuck. I was also-let me point out-the only woman in the world who'd been warned not to. It was good to have an excuse for avoiding those things your gut tells you are wrong.