IfSnoot and the boys don't dig it we replace them or call it quits," Pantisaid."That's my girl. Now get upstairs and practice your moves, lots ofstru...ting, legs wide when you face the audience. And practice pouting;guys love girls who pout," Wendy said.Snoot, Bob, and Phil arrived at the rehearsal venue in a beat up VWCombi; the band's tour bus. Their equipment was already at the hall; itwas an indictment that Vixen had gone from filling small stadiums with acapacity of hundreds to local. He buckled his sword belt on and checked his rapier.“Aye, he ‘ad it comin’!” she snarled. “I tried nice. Told ‘im I wasn’t one o’ the whores, and he kept on!” She adjusted her saber.“It’s the rules at Mary’s,” Will said. “No violence.”“Fuck that!” Belita hissed. “I ain’t gonna do nothin’ when a drunk asshole calls me a whore!”“He shouldn’t have done that, but at Mary’s all violence gets dealt with the same way. Doesn’t matter who starts it. Caine finishes it,” Will said.“I’ll say,” Colin said,. I moaned protest but thought better of it when he reached towards my shorts. He tugged them off as I lifted my hips. He left my panties on for the time being and lightly stroked my slit, feeling the wetness. He abruptly pulsed my panties down and threw them away before throwing his head into my mound. His tongue worked his way up the lips, slipping inside for a second then starting over. I pushed my hands on his head and lifted my hips once more.I wondered if anyone was watching us but that. “Oh yeah, you’re growing up ... a girl needs privacy sometimes.”She shot a dark look at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” she growled.“Of course not,” he said, laughing again. “Mamma’s going to let you go on dates soon. Then maybe you’ll find out what I’m talking about.”“I don’t need a boy in my life!” she snarled. “Mamma doesn’t need a man, and I don’t either. Mary’s besotted with Fred, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to do that!”“We’ll see,” said Bobby, capturing her and pulling.