The Show Must Go On

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The concert had just concluded, it was epic and one of Freddie's best performances ever. When Freddie entered the limousine heading back to the hotel he began drinking and flirting with Mary, which was pretty typical for him. Something was different this time, he was truly in love.
When they arrived at the hotel Mary and Freddie went to their separate rooms. Freddie snuck into Mary's room through the conjoining doors and sat next to her on the love seat. He put his arm around her and pulled her close, he reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. Mary wanted to get to get some sleep because she was tired from the performance she gave last night in the bedroom. She started to get ready for bed.
She went into the shower and lathered her hair with shampoo. She was scrubbing out the soap when she felt a warmth surround her. She turned around to a big, muscular hunk of a man with a gorgeous smile and bushy mustache. No mistake, it was Freddie.
Mary was startled, but Freddie stunk really bad. She grabbed the bar of soap and started rubbing it up his hairy chest and down to his muscular stomach. He pushed the bar of soap out of his lover's hand and quickly picked her up with his strong arms. He began kissing her uncontrollably starting at her face and moving down slowly. "Freddie not now, I'm too tired!" She exclaimed.
"Darling you've never looked more beautiful in your life than you do right now, it's funny how love is." He parried. He was so good with words and he knew just what to say to her, he was a song writer after all.  His compliments caused Mary to blush and she finally gave into his romantic will.
They exited the shower together as Freddie gently dried his lover. They headed towards his bedroom, he was holding Mary close and did not let go until they got there. He began kissing her face and neck while moving down her body with a hunger for love. She fell onto his bed and he laid on top of her.
He began gently kissing her stomach and moving down to her thighs. She coed and moaned as she felt his bushy mustache and mouth tenderly massaging her vagina. Freddie was just about to make his move when Brian May walked in.

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