She’s expecting me tonight.
I don’t make it obvious, just stand at the back, waiting.
She spots me just before the break, eyebrows raised seeing me in a skirt.
Smiling, she finishes the set with the new one she wrote, “Groove For That Girl.”
When she slides into her solo, I raise my skirt so she can see, and watch her start edging that curvy upright bass.
In her dressing room, on my knees, I’m riffing pussy in five/four time. She wails as the call light blinks.
“… her vibrant finger work in the second set was charged with real passion.”
