Meghan: You’re joking!
Me: I literally just told you that I wasn’t!
Meghan: Oh my God. Are you going to fuck everyone in Cherry Midnight?
Me: No!
Meghan: Then why did you agree?
Me: The security guard said he would steal a leather jacket for me. And I kind of want to see what the band wants.
Meghan: The band wants to take turns railing you in the dressing room, that’s what! And you should totally do it. You’ll never get another chance like this!
The security guard stopped at a closed door and said, “Wait here,” before ducking inside. I caught a glimpse of the pink-haired keyboard player before the door closed.
Me: Let’s pretend I was entertaining your suggestion. Which band member should I bang?
Meghan: Uh, all of them. Duh.
Me: Be serious!
Meghan: I AM SERIOUS ROXIE! It’s 2026. You’re a strong woman who can do whatever you want without someone kink-shaming you. Group sex isn’t even that taboo anymore. Besides, nobody would know unless you told them.
While standing there, I allowed myself to think about it. I’d never had group sex before. Not even a threesome. But I’d be lying if I said the idea had never crossed my mind. Like all women, I’d fantasized about it before, wondering what it would be like to be passed between a group of guys…
There was a woman in the band, though. She was inside the room right now. Would she want in on the action? I could appreciate the female body, but I wasn’t bisexual.
I gave myself a shake. What was I doing? I needed at least two more drinks before I could even consider doing something this insane.
Across the hall from the dressing room was a rack of leather jackets. Maybe I should grab one and run away as fast as my feet could carry me…
The door opened and the guard said, “Right this way, ma’am.”
I walked inside, and there they were.
Cherry Midnight.
It was one large room, with a pair of couches to my left and a table with chairs to my right. The pink-haired keyboard woman and the lanky drummer were playing cards at the table, while the bass player was stretched out on the couch with a thick book in his lap. They all stopped what they were doing to look up at me.
But my eyes were glued to the man at the far end of the room.
Riot Kane sat in a chair, idly plucking at the guitar in his lap. He was mumbling to himself, staring down at the ground, totally focused on what he was doing. He wasn’t trying to play the instrument for everyone else in the room; it was more like he was testing something new for himself.
Suddenly, he glanced up. Our gazes collided.
He smiled.
“Riot, that sounds really good,” the keyboardist said. “You sure you haven’t been working on it for a while?”
“Just came to me during the show,” he replied. Without taking his eyes off me, he placed the guitar in a nearby stand and strode over to me. “I was inspired. Byher.”
I was uncomfortably aware that all four members of the band were now staring at me.
“I’m Riot,” he said. “That’s Violet over there with the pink hair, currently kicking Milo’s ass at cards.”
“Hey! I’m winning for once!” Milo complained.
“And Cash, our bass player, reading his book on the couch.”
