Indeed, by our big New York Indie gig, they could scarcely be separated from each other. Now it seemed to be impossible to get in a word with Erin alo...e, not that we really had very much that was private to say. She now had a new confidante and bed partner - I was back to rooming with Irv. It didn't seem like a fair exchange.Soon it became quite clear that our aborted romantic encounter in Baltimore was now doomed to never again be repeated.The New York show was a triumph, by any definition of. I’m usually not so…’ she trailed off, her mind overwhelmed with pictures of her on her back getting her pussy stuffed. No, on top. Then she could control the pace. Riding him like he was a fucking bronco, grabbing and squeezing her breasts as she cried out in ecstacy… ‘Um, miss?’ She shook herself, removing her hands from where they’d been unconsciously tweaking her nipples. ‘Sorry, sir,’ she apologized, smoothing down her work panties to regain her composure. Soaked or no, she still had to. ‘Oh this is so hard,’ replied Ron ‘I wish I could take both of you. And finally, dare I ask number three?’ As her turn arrived, Candice was breathing heavily. She didn’t want the crowd to boo, she just wanted to stay as she was now, all tingly and contented. She took another huge swig from her water and look over to the director as if for inspiration. It was there she noticed Mike holding up a sign reading: ‘Answer more like the other two. You need to please the audience.’ A voice in her head. ”“Okay, if you promise not to hate me.”I was a little put off by that. “Is it bad?”She cut her eyes away for a moment. “Jordan Conner.”Oh, dammit, I thought. A cheeleader on the junior squad, Jordan was ferociously agressive. She bowled over anyone in her way, whether she liked you or not. She and Brianna had a history of runins in 9th and 10th grades. I thought things had mellowed between them since starting in the fall.“What about her?” I asked warily.“Well, she and I, uh...”I watched her.