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people’s eyes flicker in recognition of her famous dad. ‘I caught your show tonight. You were brilliant.’
    ‘Yeah? Cool! We’ve barely gigged in London at all. I was shitting bricks beforehand. We all were.’
    ‘Well, it didn’t show.’
    He mimed wiping his forehead in relief. ‘It’s a lot of pressure, y’know? We’re just a bunch of Geordie lads. We’ve not done much of anything yet, just wrote some songs and got snapped up by this A&R guy who saw a gig we did back home. And now we’re hanging out with all this high and mighty lot. It’s a bit much sometimes.’
    Petal perched back on his knee, letting him get a good look at her. She could tell that, though he was trying to play it cool, he wasn’t at all used to girls like her sitting down on his lap and telling him they fancied him; those bone-sharp cheekbones were still pink, and he was babbling away in a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.
    ‘Maybe you need someone to hold your hand a bit,’ she purred, looking up at him from under her heavy fringe. ‘Guide you through the mad crazy world of London nightlife.’
    ‘That’s very nice of you to offer, Petal,’ he said, still looking a bit taken aback.
    ‘I am nice,’ Petal agreed. ‘Dan, right?’
    He nodded. She could smell his sweat, fresh from throwing himself round the stage like a whirling dervish, his hair still damp with it. His T-shirt clung to his torso, and although he was a typically lean twenty-something boy, his arms had nice definition, whipcord veins standing out along his biceps.
    ‘You smell good,’ she said.
    ‘Oh hell – I’m all sweaty.’ He pushed his hair back. ‘You’re so pretty, look at your little top and everything. You shouldn’t be this close to me, you’ll get all messed up.’
    He actually meant it. It was really sweet.
    ‘I like it.’ Petal moved towards him till her mouth was nearly touching his. ‘I told you, I think you’re sexy.’ She kissed him, just a brief touch of her pink-lipsticked mouth to his. ‘Remember, Dan, you’re a rock star now. You’re supposed to be sweaty when you come off stage. It’s sexy.’ She kissed him again. ‘It makes all the girls fancy you.’ A final kiss, still light as a feather.
    Dan Drummond’s eyes were wide, his mouth open in shock and awe.
    ‘Don’t worry,’ Petal purred naughtily. ‘I won’t slap your face if you try to kiss me back.’
    ‘You are something ,’ he said, finally finding his voice.
    ‘I am that!’ She jumped up just as he leaned towards her for a kiss, confusing him thoroughly, exactly as she’d planned; then she reached for his hand and pulled him to his feet too. ‘Wanna come to the toilet with me?’
    ‘I’ve never had an invitation I fancied more,’ he said devoutly, following her out of the band’s crammed dressing room as the rest of KillBuzz whooped encouragement at him.
    Tas had already pinned the drummer against the wall with her lavish bosom, and was holding him there, riveted, as he did his best not to stare too openly down her cleavage. Tas always wore low-cut tops to show off her breasts, and tonight the fuchsia lace of her bra showed brightly against her dark skin, the contrast stunning; she was giggling at him while doing her best to shove her bosom up like a shelf.
    Hearing the whoops, she glanced over her shoulder, saw that Petal had snagged her target, and shot her a sneaky wink before turning back to her own.
    ‘So, um, what are we going to do in the loo?’ Dan asked as they walked down the corridor. ‘Are you going to give me a blow job or something?’
    ‘You what ?’ She let go of his hand and planted hers on her hips, furious. ‘Do you think I’m a fucking groupie ?’
    ‘No – sorry – I didn’t mean . . .’ He hung his head in misery. ‘I just haven’t done this much, you know? I mean, we were nothing a few weeks ago, just some lads gigging in local pubs. This is all way out of me league, pet. I’m really sorry!’
    She