As Buzz began to sober up he started to become aware of his surroundings.  He

could feel the cold hard concrete against his cheek and the numb feeling in his

face, highlighted by a now swollen nose that was caked with dry blood.  That

was some rock show he thought to himself, as he tried to peel himself off the

back sidewalk he had landed on after the nice security people were through

with him.  At least he wasn’t in jail he thought and that made him smile, but

only for a moment.  “My god, where is Darla?”, as the thought of her pretty

face and knockout body raced through his mind.  What had happened to her

after he took his leap?  Soon all his thoughts, all the concentration his feeble

mind could muster, was focused on Darla and what he had always hoped

would be his first back seat squeeze.  Buzz wanted her badly and with a grunt

and a groan stood up, brushed the dirt and dried vomit off himself and set out

to find Darla.

Darla was not thinking about Buzz though.  She was thinking how cool it was

to be backstage at a big rock show.  As she passed through the curtains

upstage she came into full view of any number of roadies, some wearing

headsets and looking up at the lights, some using their bright flashlights to

point out to one another good looking chicks in the audience, or a nice set of

tits or flashing passes at girls and then pointing to their genitals in a subtle

gesture of supply and demand.  All this harmless frolicking stopped abruptly

though as Darla came through the curtains.  She did not need a pass, she was

born with a pair of them.  Soon she was surrounded not by one but by four

roadies neglecting their gigs.  “You wanna beer or something?”, “sure you can

keep the set list, no problem.”  “How ya doing!”  All this attention was not new

to Darla, but all this attention by dirty smelly roadies backstage at a big rock

show was, and Darla could feel the the moisture building up and soaking into

her pink panties and her heart started beating faster.  As she stood there,

surrounded, out of the dark, out of nowhere really, a filthy half gloved hand

was slowly inching its way up her tank top…..