"I have absolutely no idea but we aren't plebeians. What did Elizabeth Hurley call people like us? Civilians? That sounds a damn sight better than plebs."
"Well, I might be a 'civilian' but I'm here in the front row and many, many people are jealous sick of me right now." Freya grinned.
"We are so lucky, and hopefully later on we'll get lucky." I winked.
"Oooh, get you. Is that because you're all dressed up and raring to go?"
"It must be the adrenaline. This must be what the band get like. That's probably why Zak sleeps with so many women. Gets high on the concert rush and has to satisfy his desires."
The five-minute warning came on for people to return to the auditorium. Ten minutes later the lights dimmed and The Paranormals were on the stage.
The stage was dark and then a spotlight appeared as Rex stalked onto the stage twirling his drumsticks. The crowd were deafening. It was triple the reaction of what The Seven had got. Or was that just Freya being hysterical from the side of me? Another spotlight and Noah came on with his bass guitar, waving to the audience; another and Roman walked on with his lead guitar. My heart thudded with anticipation as the crowd shouted, "Zak, Zak. Zak. Zak. Zak."
And he emerged slowly out from the floor as we screamed and screamed and screamed. He leapt forward grasping his microphone and he shouted. "London, baby. Are you ready to rock?"
The screams were of a resounding yes and he began singing.
I could feel the music thudding up from the floor into my body and Zak's voice up close and personal sang straight to my panties. Now I knew why people whipped them off and threw them at concerts. In fact…
"What are you doing?" Freya said as I jostled her a few times.
"I'm taking my knickers off. I'm going to throw them at Zak."
"Whaaaat? You crazy fucker. What's got into you?"
"What's not got into me, that I want in me?" I shouted.
I refused to throw them until the man himself was looking at me. Songs passed and he'd not looked my way once. I was on the front row, goddamn it.
"Let me climb on your shoulder so I can throw my panties." I said to my best friend.
"Yeah, not gonna happen." She said. "You'd break my neck."
"I'll do it." A man who I presumed was a security guy from the other side of Freya offered.
"Really?" He nodded. "Thank you. Thank you so much." I said and before I could change my mind I hutched myself up and climbed on his shoulders.
Things happened then in a succession of the unexpected. Firstly, as the cold air hit my arse, I realised that while I held my panties in my hand, I'd forgotten they weren't on my body. Now my minge was resting on the back of the security guy's head and his hands were firmly on the bare cheeks of my arse. Now I realised why he'd been so eager to assist me.
Next, Zak's eyes did fix on mine, mainly because instead of throwing my panties I was slapping the guy's head and yelling for him to put me back down.
I stopped yelling and threw my panties, just as the screens at the side of the band flashed around the arena and put my bare arse cheeks on display for the entire O2. A cheer went up as my pants landed over Zak's microphone. Recovering himself he took them off and stuffed them in his pocket.
"Steady there, girl. Save your energy for later." He winked, playing up to the part of lothario.
I knew full well that he wouldn't be saving his energy for me because my antics looked as sexy as a granny-stripogram. Meanwhile, Freya was just staring at me agog. "Help me." I mouthed. She shook the security guy. "She's thrown the panties, can you put her down now?" She demanded.
"Sure." I heard him say and then he lifted me off.
Over… his… front.
Meaning that Zak and any other band members who might have been looking—I didn't know as I couldn't take my eyes off Zak's—were treated to a full frontal. Thank the Lord I'd had a wax recently. Also thank the Lord, and every other deity that existed, that the screens were not on my front bottom.
Zak forgot his lines. He stood there for a couple of minutes absolutely speechless until I was lowered back down and then he picked back up from where he had left off.
My face was no doubt as purple as my handbag. My so-called best friend's was. She could barely breathe. Bent over, clutching her stomach, she kept trying to apologise for laughing, and then laughed again.
Mr Security Guy leaned over and whispered to Freya when she'd finally recovered herself. I heard her telling him that he had no chance as my heart belonged to Zak.
"What did he say?"
"He said to tell you that you're sitting on his neck was the most erotic experience of his life. That he never plans to wash it and he wondered what you were doing after the after-show or any other evening so you could sit on other parts of him."
"I may as well just kill myself." I told her.
"Are you joking?" She said. "You wanted Zak's attention and fuck me, did you get it. If he's not interested in you now after he's just seen your pussy, then I don't know what else you can do, mate."
"I can never look him in the face again."
"Not sure he'll be interested in looking at your face anyway." She started laughing again. Massive guffaws. I ignored her and focused on the concert and the music, although I wasn't able to enjoy it as much now I couldn't look at Zak again for fear he might actually look back.
Zak
There I'd been, in my element, singing to my home crowd, and avoiding looking at Erica when all of a sudden I saw someone clambering onto another person's shoulders, and the flash of purple in my peripheral vision alerted me to the fact it was Erica herself.
At first I'd been bemused seeing the panties in her hand as although I knew Erica very little, she had not come across as the kind of person who'd throw panties on stage. I thought she was more reserved than that. Either she'd been drinking all afternoon—because I knew from when I'd first met her that she couldn't handle alcohol well—or she was a racy little number after all, just like those black lacy panties in her hand. It was when her face turned to one of horror and she began hitting the guy holding her in the head that I wondered what had gone wrong. He wasn't doing anything except holding her on his shoulders. Then her panties soared in the air and they landed right on my microphone. Fuck me, the sexiest woman in the auditorium had thrown her knickers at me. The only thing hotter would be if they'd just been next to her pussy. That was the moment I caught sight of the screens to the side and saw her bare arse with the guy's hands on it, and I realised why she was hitting him in the head. Until that point, even when the pants had landed over the mic, I'd carried on singing. I'd made a joke and tucked the panties into my pocket. But as realisation hit me that they had just come off her body, and the guy lifted her off and I got a direct view of her sweet pussy... well…
For the first time ever, I forgot the words to the song. Picking the song back up and keeping my eyes firmly off Erica, I looked at my bandmates. Noah was looking at me confused, Rex was smirking, and Roman looked at me with wide eyes.
In my ear I heard the tour manager tell us. "We are skipping the song we were doing next. We'll put a different one in tomorrow night's show, but tonight we'll just be one track short. It'll be fine."