A Piece of My Heart

Part 39:Man On The Prowl?

Freddie sat by himself in a booth drinking his vodka tonic. Actually, he had two of them side by side. It was going to be some night. Knowing that at this time Cynthia was at Heathrow and ready to board he had to chuckle to himself thinking that Prenter was observing them unnoticed.  It was only a matter of time before  he made his slimy presence known to Freddie. Several men tried to make his acquaintance or was even bold enough to sit down. He knew he had to appear "prowling" for Prenter to believe he was back to being the "old" Freddie. Yes, that's what he had to be, a man on the prowl!

He finally motioned for one young blond guy who had been eyeing him the whole evening to "come hither."  Freddie asked him to sit and ordered him a drink. Paul had stared to fume, he still was in love with Freddie and wanted to be in that seat next to him but he had a plan and hopefully it would now work. 

"What's your name , gorgeous?" Freddie seductively asked.

"Rock, Freddie" he said.

"Oh, as in Rock Hudson"

"No, as in rock hard cock" he replied and in saying that, he grabbed Freddie's hand and shoved it on his bulge, rubbing it up and down while moaning.

"Hey" Freddie gasped, "too soon too friendly." He tried to remove his hand from his penis but "Rock" was a body builder and was a little too strong for Freddie. 

Rock then started to squeeze Freddie's cock and it was starting to hurt so Freddie tried to push him off but only succeeded in moving the table violently and the opposite chairs fell to the floor. As people turned to see what the commotion was about, Paul Prenter came flying over and grabbed the guy by the neck and threw him to the floor. 

"Bastard, you stay away from him" and proceeded to kick him in the stomach.  Security rushed over and escorted the guy out of the club.

"Are you alright Freddie, did he hurt you?" Paul asked with apparent concern.

Freddie stared at Paul Prenter for a bit, took a sip from his vodka tonic and finally said, "No Paul, I'm fine and thankful you were here. Come sit"

"Freddie, er...I just wanted to say how sorry I am for the way things turned out.  I would never do anything to hurt you, I care for you too much. It was just that Cynthia Lewis person, she's not good" Paul said confidently.

"You might be right about that" Freddie said. "You know what, Paul, come to Garden Lodge tomorrow for lunch and we'll talk. Now, I'm gonna finish my drink and go home, Terry's outside and he wants to go to sleep as well. See you manana." Freddie leaned over and kissed Paul on the cheek and left. As he left Heaven, he remembered he left his jacket on the chair next to him.  He walked back in and saw Paul giving "Rock" some money  at the side door and then kissing him on the lips.

Fuck the jacket he thought, this is getting better by the moment. I'll call Sir Peter in the morning and give him an update.

Freddie arrived back at Garden Lodge with a lighter heart than when he first left to go to Heaven. Paul is falling into Sir Peter's plan, whatever that is, and Cynthia is on her way to New York. He was missing her already and every time he thought about her he'd feel a twitch in his pants. She really was every thing he wanted and needed.

Phoebe had a cup of Chamomile waiting with a small plate of Freddie's favorite biscuits. His PA, his friend, his confident was always there for Freddie. He could rely upon him knowing Phoebe always had his best interests at heart. He knew he had to tell him about Paul Prenter and Sir Peter's plan otherwise Phoebe would be arguing with him. Apparently, everyone hated Prenter. 

What didn't I see, Freddie thought.

"Pheebs, sit down, I have something  to talk to you about" Freddie motioned for him to sit with him.