Rayne couldn’t help but giggle slight at Davis, lead singers were always such characters but she loved them that way, kept her life interesting. Following him over to the table, “Sure thing big guy, I got what ya need” arching her back to jiggle her tits in her halter, she had forgone the bra for just such occasions. She watched him push the miscellaneous off the table, it was almost gentlemanly of him to move the things. Rayne had been shoved or thrown onto many a table, but no one really clear the place for her.<br/><br/>Sliding herself up onto the table, her skirt nearly a belt by now, Rayne reached back. Pulling her hands under her long hair, she untied the straps of her halter. Easy access was what she liked to dress as, easy to move in and easy to take off. The people she surrounded herself with seemed to appreciate it to a degree, though Rayne had been talked to by many another groupies, calling her a whore. Rayne didn’t care, after all she was the one laying out over a table with rock gods at her disposal.<br/><br/>Laying back over the table, gasping softly at the cool surface touched her back, Rayne grabbed the straps tugging them down over her round tits, letting them free for the world to see. She was proud of her body, and by damn if she wasn’t going to use it to her advantage. However, just as she was pulling her hair back from her chest, JD shouted about the rest stop as they pulled in and the bus stopped.<br/>