Beauties and the Beast by Eric Scott

buxom, tall, had skin like cream and not a wrinkle anywhere, young, and juicy in fact. But he could not take his eyes off the other one.
    â€œMy cousin Mandy. She’s a pain. Visiting. I had to bring her with me. She’s not used to the scene. A bit scared. She’ll be okay though. She can keep her mouth shut.” She kissed Billy and her hand wandered to his crotch. He pushed her away. “Mandy. Let’s talk to Mandy”.
    He weaved his way to the corner to the girl who was leaning on the wall. She had cornflower blue eyes, wide with wonder. Her hair was bleached white by the sun and her skin brown and flawless. Her breasts were rounded and not too big and her legs flowed from white buttock-revealing denim shorts. The edges were frayed. She was sipping a coke and almost choked on the drink when she saw Billy standing in front of her.
    â€œBilly Winter.” Her voice was soft, filled with wonder. “They said you’d be here. I didn’t believe them. I’ve got all your albums. I think you’re fantastic.”
    â€œThat’s nice.” With intense concentration he didn’t slur. He looked at her drink, took it, sniffed it, and then poured some of his own into it, before handing it back.”
    â€œStraight coke’s bad for your teeth.”
    The girl laughed.
    He held out his glass. “Cheers.” He drank.
    Mandy looked at her glass. Smiled and lifted it to her lips. She took a long sip and grimaced.
    â€œSpoils the coke? What is it?”
    Billy looked at his glass. “Bourbon,” he said. “And you’re right. You need vodka. You can’t even taste it. Come with me.” He took her hand and she followed willingly her little heart beating with excitement. Her idol, Billy Winter, the man she’d been in love with forever, well, the past six months anyway, was there. Holding her hand .
    Billy took her to a table that was covered in bottles and glasses. He found a clean glass, poured a slug of vodka in it and filled it with coke. “Try this.”
    Mandy sipped. “That’s nice, just like coke, but thicker.”
    â€œYou not used to drinking are you?”
    Mandy giggled. “My folk would kill me if they knew.”
    â€œYour cousin said you can keep your mouth shut.”
    â€œI don’t blab if that’s what you mean.”
    â€œThat’s good,” said Billy. “Because everybody likes to party, but if word gets out too far, a lot of people could get into a lot of trouble.”
    â€œKaty warned me,” said Mandy, swilling at her drink. “I wasn’t going to come at first, but when she said you might be here, well I had to.”
    â€œI’m glad you did,” said Billy. “You’re best looking chick in the room.”
    Mandy’s eyes opened wider. “Really? Katy said you liked her. She said she’s actually done it with you.”
    â€œShe’s done it with the whole band.”
    Mandy looked shocked. “She never told me that,” she said. Billy closed in, put his arms round her shoulder, and pulled her closer. “She doesn’t tell everybody everything. That’s what we let her come to the parties when we’re in town. How’d you like to be on the list?”
    Mandy took an awkward sip of her drink. Billy was very close. “I don’t live here,” she said.
    â€œNo, I mean in your home town.”
    â€œYou mean you have parties there as well?”
    â€œBaby we party in every town in the world.” He leaned over and kissed her. The response was disappointing. The lips moved in all directions. But they didn’t open. He pulled away. “You’re not a very good kisser,” he said.
    Mandy’s face went red. “I haven’t had much practice.”
    Billy grinned the Winter grin, the grin that sent Mandy’s heart racing. “Well how about we find somewhere quiet and I’ll give you some