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...
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Cynthia: Harrods, London
"Let's checkout where the piano is going. We want it to provide as much access to the merchandise as well as to shoppers listening to some music."
Cynthia had her arms full of merchandise, gifts for friends and family here in London as well as in America. Her entourage and assistants had their own checklists to worry about so Cynthia walked thru Harrods by herself. The store was closed in preparation for the event that Cynthia was orchestrating. Her logo "Cyn" was quite recognizable as her firm led the market in product placement in stores, businesses and movie sets. She was hired over a year ago to ensure Harrods of her availability. A tough and determined business woman who knew instinctively where to place merchandise in order to get the most attention. Her awards and accolades were known around the world in the, how should I put this, upper echelon of society, making her appearance and expertise coveted in all upscale venues.
Freddie
Well, what can I say? Freddie Mercury is Freddie Mercury. You have to love him, he's unique, flamboyant, irreverent, hilarious, he's well, just Freddie. Harrods always allowed Freddie to shop after hours to ward off the hordes of people clamoring to get to him; both men and women. The store was well aware of his buying habits and shopping frenzies. He'd walk down the aisles and point to what he wanted and an accompanied clerk would tally everything and then send the bill to Jim "Miami" Beach, his business manager. Freddie rarely walked around with any money.
Freddie almost always had Phoebe, (Peter Freestone) his assistant and several security people with him when he ventured out in public.
Shopping was heroin to him. Who shopped more, between he and Elton was hard to determine. It was his third favorite thing to do. Music always came first and of course, let's not forget sex. Freddie was insatiable. He could have sex 3 or more times a day and cared not where. His desires needed to be satisfied whether at home, in between breaks from on stage, cars, bathrooms, closets and even on a Ferris wheel. Now that is interesting. We are not talking about orgasms, we are talking about encounters. After all, he was "a sex machine ready to reload". I can't even imagine how many orgasms. God, how much could a body produce, no wonder he is so thin, he's constantly being drained.
"Phoebe, look at these dishes, darling, aren't they exquisite? They would be perfect in "the Japanese room." "Freddie" Phoebe muttered, "You recently bought that full set of hand painted dinner-ware in Japan for almost $500,000. Why would you need these?" Freddie grumbled to himself," "money was made to be spent" but he put the plate down, shrugged his shoulders and moved on. Freddie loved Phoebe's reasoning and level-headedness and usually listened to him. He valued Phoebe almost above everybody, except maybe Mary.
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Encounter
Cynthia is moving quickly down an aisle to get to one of her assistants and Freddie is enjoying his quiet time at Harrods. He's humming and twirling in the aisles and twirls right into Cynthia sending her sprawling onto her backside with packages flying all over the place.
"What the fuck?" she cried.
Freddie stops and looks down and sees this gorgeous woman at his feet and a glimpse of pale yellow lace panties exposed while she's in this position. He notices she's breathing faster trying to regain her composure as her breasts heave against the fabric of her dress. Her nipples are quite large. Hmmm.
Is it cold in here? Freddie muses.
"My dear" Freddie says, "whatever are you doing down there? There are far easier and less disconcerting ways to meet me," as he offers his hand to help her stand and regain her composure.
She reaches for his hand and felt a tingle.
"You son of a bitch, why don't you watch where you are walking? My things are scattered all over the place."
"Well if YOU were more careful this would never have happened."
"Me? You smug asshole, what are you even doing here? This place is closed!"
Phoebe and his security rushes over and Freddie shakes his head and waves them away.
Freddie is smirking, she doesn't know me. Is she from Mars?
Now that's interesting.
While looking Cynthia up and down he feels a twitch in his pants. She's stunning and he's itching to see "more" of her. Her yellow panties are still in his thoughts. He slowly walks toward her like a panther eyeing his prey. Cynthia backs up until her back is pressed against a store column. She's trapped as Freddie places an arm on each side of her, resting on the column. Cynthia is furious and her green eyes are flashing fire and Freddie notices it and is quite taken. She looks at his face and realizes how attractive this idiot is, and oh, his eyes, yes his eyes; dark chocolate brown with a darker ring around them and then she really gets a good look at him. He's wearing a black leather biker jacket with a white fringe scarf, yellow t-shirt with some writing on it, and the tightest black leather pants. I mean tight! Cyn's eyes stares at his pronounced huge bulge.
My God, this man's packing!
"Anything interest you darling? My face is up here" Freddie says. Cynthia blushes as he caught her staring. He kinda looks a little familiar, that mustache, but she is now feeling rather uncomfortable with his nearness. "Will you please back up, you're invading my space, and you're much too close."
"Really" Freddie coyly muses, edging slightly closer, only now inches apart, "I would love to get very close and really invade your.....space" as Freddie's eyes wander below.
''WHAT?" Cynthia cries. And with that, she knees Freddie in the groin, and down he goes as she hurries away, but not before picking up her packages.
"My God, Freddie, are you alright?" "Yeah I'm fine Phoebe, but she sure knocked the wind out of me" walking away with a little smile on his face.
Cynthia enters her office and her staff jumps to their feet taking her packages. My goodness Cyn, what happened, you look terrified. She sat down, took a breath, kicked off her shoes and told them what had happened. "What" Karen said, what an asshole, I hope you kneed him good".
"Well, she said, laughing, I thought I did but it felt awfully hard." With that, the 5 of them fell intoa fit of laughter.
"Gang, we've got to get ready for tonight. Everything prepared? Caterers, musicians, flowers and whatnot? Rosalie and Karen, are your outfits ready and what about you, Ryan , Scott?" They all nodded. "Alrighty then. Let's head back to the hotel and get some rest before our big night."
"Oh, guys, don't forget to curtsy and bow when you meet Princess Di.
Freddie arrived at the Lodge and immediately asked Phoebe for an ice pack.
Giggling, Phoebe handed it to him and Freddie shot him a dirty look.
I'm going upstairs to lie down for a while, I'll see you later Pheeb.
I undressed and placed the ice pack against my cock, and thought of the long-haired, redheaded, green- eyed vixen with the yellow panties. How can I find her and what was she doing in Harrods after hours? Was she a shoplifter and I caught her in the act? She wasn't British, that's for sure, possibly American. Well that would explain the aggression towards my groin. And those yellow panties, my favorite color and I drifted off to sleep.
