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play a cover that blew the
original away.
    When I heard Layla wail out the first two lines of Still
of the Night , I turned back toward the stage, compelled to see her again.
Her voice stirred something inside me. She threw off her heavy black trench
coat. When I saw her up against the microphone stand in such an erotic stance,
I tried to ignore the sensations surging through my body. Her skintight black
pants showed off finely toned legs, making me wonder what her ass looked like.
Her black tank top was torn at the top, revealing some cleavage. Her pale arms
showed definition as she clutched the microphone.
    She belted out the sexiest rendition of the song since David
Coverdale sang it. Her voice alternated between a purr and a seductive wail.
Whenever I heard this song from now on, it wouldn’t be Tawny Kitaen writhing on
a Jaguar that I fantasized about. It would have to be this vixen on the stage
compelling me and every other guy in the bar to watch her, listen to her, be
her slave.
    By the end of the song, I had completely forgotten that I
had come to Boston for one specific purpose.
    Focus, Devon. Snap out of it. You have a job to do. Don’t
let your dick get in the way.
     
    Layla
    Our guitarist, Joey Bangs, went backstage for a quick change
while the rest of us played. When he came back onstage, he’d added a
button-down white shirt and tie to go over his black leather pants. Then he donned
a pair of black horn-rimmed glasses and the ladies screamed their approval of
the sexy, intelligent persona.
    While Joey distracted the crowd with a guitar solo, I
escaped backstage to quickly take off the heels and spandex and throw on a tiny
schoolgirl outfit. Plaid skirt, fitted white tank top and chunky Mary Jane
shoes.
    When I came back onstage, I took the mic. “Call it heavy
metal, call it hair metal, call it rock. We don’t give a fuck. We’re here to
play music and have an awesome time. If you’re with us, let me hear you!”
    The crowd responded with shouts and hollers.
    “That’s what I like to hear. Now Rocco is going to start
with a little drum solo I think you might recognize.” I turned. “Rocco.”
    He launched into the familiar intro to Van Halen’s Hot for
Teacher and the crowd cheered upon recognizing the song. I strutted over to
the drum set, moving as sexy as I could to the beat.
    Joey joined in with the guitar and I moved over to him,
dancing in a suggestive way as I admired his talents. I mussed up his shirt a
little and loosened his tie.
    Mark started with the bass and I sang the beginning lyrics.
Joey and I acted out our new stage personas with him as a tempted professor and
me as a naughty school girl. At one point I bent over in front of him so he could
catch a glimpse of my white cotton panties and he smacked me playfully on the
ass. Mark donned a classic brown wool blazer and a pair of glasses to play the
part of the principal. He stood between us as an authority figure, pushing his
hands out to the sides to keep Joey and me apart while I reached past him to
loosen Joey’s tie and unbutton the top buttons of his shirt.
    When Bloodlust Metal hired me to replace the previous
singer, I decided not to copy his stage presence. Instead I invented my own. Joey
was onboard with the concept of his skirting around a forbidden attraction
onstage, flirting with the idea of becoming lovers. The act added a fun, sexy
element to our shows. Mark often acted as an opposing force, throwing obstacles
in our way or even pulling one of us away from the other.
    So far, our act was working well. It helped get the crowd
into the shows as we continued the forbidden lust-addled love story, rather
than having four musicians simply play a string of songs.
    By the end of Hot for Teacher , I’d managed to get the
shirt, tie and glasses off Joey, so he was now donning a torn Bloodlust Diamond
shirt. The ladies loved this part, hooting as I stripped off his good-boy image
to reveal the bad boy hiding inside the upright