While Cynthia Lewis is hired by Princess Di to orchestrate a charitable function, Freddie Mercury has agreed to perform. Neither one of them believed that they were to meet their match. Both wealthy, successful and highly sexual, their encounter lea...
There they were. Eleven individuals sitting around the boardroom table hashing out the matter at hand. ROYALTY OR NOT!!! Princess Diana contacted CYN Inc., to help strategize and organize one of her pet charities, Childhood Cancer. They were debating whether to accept or forgo. The group have been at it for hours and all were exhausted.
All except Cynthia Lewis. She is the CEO of CYN Inc., a major marketing company worth just under a billion dollars.
She worked very hard to get where she was. Cynthia was always bright, determined and eager to make something of herself. An A student that everyone liked and she "climbed the ladder of success."
Even after spending 11 hours at work, she still looked fabulous. Cynthia Lewis was 31, single, 5'6" and with 4 inch heels looked quite intimidating. Her red hair framed her face in ringlets and when mad, her very green eyes sported flecks of gold. Naturally slender and well- toned from exercise every morning, she really was outstanding. She had a very sultry look and both men and women turned to look at her when she passed. Oh yes, she liked sex, especially rough sex. I just thought I would throw that in. Whet the appetite so to speak. Can you picture her?
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are embarking on a new era of marketing. We are now hobnobbing with British royalty and it's going to be quite a feather in our cap. We're due in London in four days" Cynthia exclaimed.
Michael Ranier, her ex- boyfriend stood up and voiced his opinion.
"I don't think this is a good idea Cyn. The UK have always been difficult to work with and we've never ventured into any dealings with royalty, British no less."
"Well Michael, then it's time we do."
Michael sat down with a sneer.
Michael and Cynthia were a "thing" for 6 months until Cynthia caught him with his hands up an intern's skirt. Unfortunately he was a board member and she would have to put up with him, for the time being, that is.
"I'm taking my team of Rosalie, Karen, Scott and Ryan."
Scott and Ryan grinned at each other. They knew London was a hotbed for a rousing gay community. "Yes!" they said excitedly.
"Yay" Karen shouts. "I'm gonna find myself a prince."
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Freddie entered the Wessex studio on a high. Their latest album, The Game, reached number 1 on the charts and all were ecstatic.
"Bri, are you taking the family on holiday?"
"Err, yeah Freddie" but looked away with a sadness about him.
I wonder how things were going with Chrissie? Maybe if he would take his eyes off the telescope and badgers and more onto Chrissie....? Freddie thought.
"What about you Deacy, vacation or another baby?" he snorted.
John gave him the finger and thought, hmm, "it's kinda time for another little Deacon. I'll have to talk to Ronnie about that."
"Blondie, where are you off to?" Freddie quipped.
"Oh, not sure yet." Roger quietly said. We all turned to look at him questionably. He just shrugged with a bit of sadness.
They all knew that he and Dominique were having problems. Mainly because he couldn't keep it in his pants. Roger was a notorious womanizer, but they were staying together for the children. As much as Roger fooled around relentlessly, he loved his kids dearly.
While Freddie made the rounds being polite of his band-mates vacation plans, he was dissatisfied with their answers. What the hell was going on with Brian and Roger, he thought.
"How about you, Fred?" John asked.
"Oh, I got roped into a charity thing at Harrods, so I'll go and sing a couple of songs and do some shopping."
The three of them chuckled, Freddie and his shopping.
What's going on with the guys, something is definitely up? Freddie mused. I definitely have to look into it later.
Even though the boys were vastly different from one another and had different interests, they cared for each other. Amidst their arguments and squabbles, the one thing that was the glue to the band was their talent and love of music. The four of them wrote major hits and their fights were mainly for the benefit of Queen, never for themselves individually. Well, maybe Roger. It's not an everyday occurrence to lock oneself in a cupboard just to get their song on a single.
"I'm too busy to figure out what's going on with the boys, but something definitely is." Freddie mused.
"Well," Freddie thought, "Harrods will be fun, their antique department always has something new and I can always use a few more doo-dads at the Lodge. As if I didn't have enough shit already, but I can't stop shopping. I know why I'm so fidgety, I really need to fuck, now who can I call?"
