Lane Novak

Full-bodied babe

CHAPTER ONE

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," the disembodied voice of the M.C. announced in the darkness, "and welcome to Club Cato. Tonight, we are pleased to introduce five young ladies with a bad reputation. Will you please welcome the hottest band the law will allow-Babe!"

Applause, hoots, hollers and whistles greeted the five shapely silhouettes that appeared on stage. Suddenly, a red spotlight illuminated a glimmering electric guitar that erupted in a blaze of hard rock music. The deafening intro was followed by the rumble of a bass drum thumping out the beat. Then came the vibrations of a bass line and the bluesy refrain of a sassy keyboard, each musician commanding her own spotlight.

Finally, a hot white light caught the image of the lead singer, a statuesque redhead in a skintight black leotard and high-heeled leather boots.' Caressing the microphone between her breasts and running her wet pink tongue over her dark red lips, she flung herself into the song:

"Never had to worry, never had to cry, Never needed anyone to keep me satisfied. It don't take much to find a boy willing to be true, But I want more than tenderness and I've got my eye on you.

A hard man is good to find,

Show me yours and I'll show you mine. In any place, at any time, a hard man is good to find. "