3 Heads & a Tail (16 page)

“
You
'
ll be lucky!
”
laughed Josie.
“
What are you having
? I
'
m g
onna try and get the barman
'
s attention!
”

“
I can help!
”
Kay winked at the barman
.

Josie laughed.
“
You know, sometimes I think you are the female equ
ivalent of David. I
'
d hate to see your babies.
”

“
Yeah, we
'
d take over the planet with sheer sexuality!
”
giggled Kay as yet another guy almost tripped over
when
she
caught
his
eye.

“
Do you practice that pout in front of the mirror?
”

“
Stop it
,
Josie!
”
Kay poked
her in the arm
, giggling
.

The barman approached to serve them as an excuse to leer at Kay in her skimpy outfit.

“
A Golden Whimsy ale and a
Pin
a Colada
,
please,
”
asked Josie.

“
See
,
it works!
”
whispered Kay
, proudly
. Josie playfully pinched her.

They took their drinks and found an empty place by the pool t
ables. Some guys were playing and
a few others watching, but Josie didn
'
t recognise any of them. She was hoping to spot Ben
'
s friends as they
had been
good fun.

“
I know you
'
ve been looking forward to our band for tonight
... especially you ladies...
give a cheer
for
The Big W
ave!
”
announced one of the barmen. He raced off
the stage.

“
Ah, see they must be hot... the women are cheering!
”
said Kay, sipping her drink with her straw. She was doubly glad that she
'
d worn her hot
pants.

Josie sipped her ale
, but slowly this time as she didn
'
t want to get drunk again
. It was cool and refreshing.
The ban
d walked on and Josie gulped
. The guitarist was none other than David.

“
Oh my god
,
it
'
s Mr Tight Ass!
”
shrieked Kay.

A couple of guys standing in front of them turned round.

“
Shhh!
”
said Josie.
“
I had no idea
he was playing
. God, now he
'
s going to think I came here
to see him!
”

“
He won
'
t see you – not over
all of those women. Oh, er
m, he has. He
'
s waving.
”

“
Shit.
”

“
Hi,
”
screamed
Kay, waving back at David. He was adjusting his guitar
strap
.

Josie fumbled with her hand, which now
felt like
a rubber stand-in, and waved it, sort of. She gulped her ale.
“
I think I
'
ll be finishing this pretty quick.
”

“
So funny,
”
mumbled Kay,
scanning the band members
.

The other guys in the band were just as fit as David, although he definitely had the edge. The singer had curly brown hair
,
and was wearing a black waistcoat and leather trousers
,
and big boots. He
strutted around
confident
ly
. The drummer had long blonde hair and he
'
d forgotten
to put his top on. Kay purred. And t
he bassist, well he was pretty hot too. He
'
d dyed his hair a sort of blue
-green colour and it trailed down to his waist, but it kind of worked. He looked
like some kind of sexy mer-
man. Kay wouldn
'
t mind finding out the length of his tail.

“
Maybe we should try a different pub,
”
suggested Josie.

“
No way, h
ave you looked at tho
se guys?
Seriously, this
is
every
woman
'
s fantasy...
just
look a
t them!
”

“
I have eyes,
”
said Josie, sipping her ale.
“
I think the drummer is the best
looking
,
although he
'
s lost his shirt.
”

“
I ho
pe he
'
s lost his trousers too,
”
said Kay, sucking her straw.
“
Man
,
oh man, am I happy to be a woman.
”

Josie peered at her
friend. She was in
heat again. Josie just prayed the band was halfway decent, but what she
'
d heard emanating from
David
'
s
room didn
'
t give her much hope.

“
Weeeeeeee...
”
T
he bass kicked in and the band started. Kay started jigging up and down, giving heart failure to the guys
standing
right behind her. Josie peered over the top of her pint glass. They weren
'
t bad. A bit of a cross between the fantastic Whitesnake,
which they seemed to be aiming at
, and The Wombles, if that was possible. The singer kept pouting as he sang,
while
doing a sexy jiggle
that
had all of the girls giggling in the
ir
chairs. The drummer was pretty good and Josie found herself mesmerised by the haze of blonde hair flying around behind his kit.

“
Pretty good, no?
”
asked Kay
,
with an enormous grin on her face, as the singer shouted out the lyrics of what sounded
something
like
'
if you
want
fun you
'
ll find it in my jeans
'
!

Josie shrugged and nodded.
The embarrassing bit was David, but s
he
had to admit tha
t his playing was pretty good and h
e was a good showman.

David paced back and forth
, posing like
there was
no tomorrow, swishing his guitar up and down. Now and then he
'
d flick his thick
,
dark hair out of his eyes, but that was pretty difficult wh
ile playing his instrument – most
of t
he time it fell into
them
.

As the song ended,
David
leapt into the air and landed
with a
grin on his face
.
How cheesy, thought Josie,
amazed that his sprayed-on jeans hadn
'
t sp
lit. But no, they were intact, w
hich was more than she co
uld say for Kay, who
was coming apart at the sea
ms.
“
My god, that man is just sex on legs,
”
she spluttered.
“
I need another drink. You?
”

“
Yes, about ten
!
”

Josie
glanced
back
at David.
What had
she seen in him?
It had
definitely
all been about lust. The
man was shallower than shallow.
But he did have charm, along with good looks
, she
'
d give him that
. Most of the women
in the pub
seemed to find him attractive.
But, s
uch a poser! H
e was so not her type, yet
she kissed him!
Well, she had
n
'
t been thinking
at all
, that was the problem.
Josie bi
t her lip.

The girls squeezed through the crowd
to the bar, which was now empty, and ordered two refills.

“
May as
well stand here,
”
said Josie.
“
It
'
s the q
uietest place and easy to get a drink now.
”

“
You planning on getting pissed miss?
”
asked Kay, winking.

“
Maybe,
”
nodded Josie, swigging her ale.

The band played on. At one point, David, to the thrill of the girls, ripped off his black shirt and threw it into the crowd
... or rather, the small
pub audience. David was acting like h
e was playing Wembley Stadium, m
ainly because he knew this was the closest he was going to get. Kay concentrated on the bubbles of perspiration decorating his six-pack while Josie checked out the other types of ale. She liked this pub. It had a wide collection of
the amber nectar
. When she turned back, the singer had lost his waistcoat, but he
'
d placed it behind him
neatly,
instead of throwing it
to
the girls, so it must be a favourite of his, thought Josie. Intelligent man! He was b
lasting out the chorus to
'
The Girls Like a Big B
anger
'
while David pumped his guitar manfully.

The band pla
yed on until about 11pm
. The girls demanded an encore so the boys fulfilled their
needs with a song called
'
Get It While I
'
m H
ot
'
while
Josie downed
another
golden ale. She was dreading what would happen when they finished.

The last squeal of the guitar sounded, the drum
roll faded and the singer took a bow.
“
You
'
ve been a great audience,
”
he shouted.
“
Cheers to you girls for making my
night
and cheers to you guys for not getting mad!
”

Josie looked around at the guys who were raising their pint glasses. No bad feelings there then.

David packed his guitar into its case while the drummer got up and wiped himself down with a towel. He looked very hot and sweaty. The singer was chatting to a young
,
brown-haired girl, who looked barely
sixteen
. Her older friend was standing by,
looking concerned
.

“
Another ale?
”
asked David, striding over.

“
E-er
m
, mmm
,
”
stammered Josie, holding up her g
lass, which was still half-full
or half-empty
,
depending how you looked at it.