Like A Millionaire (Freddie Mercury + Cherie series) FINAL BOOK

2.) Pretty Woman

A/N:

Hello, darlings!
I'm so sorry for these stretched updates!
As some of you know, I'm very pregnant & honestly it's been hell health wise, mentally and physically. So, I haven't been up for much besides making it through the days.

I'm hoping you all will stick with the ride here, this won't be a long book because I don't have it in me & I want the ending to make sense.

Alright, my little froggies!

Let's gooooo.....

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"If you let me backstage, I'll suck your cock 'til your soul drips out of you," letting go of my collar, I pull away smirking after she nips my earlobe.

Her lips spread into a smile that matches the dazzle in her eyes from the bright stage lights.

I wink at her. She'll never know what's coming to her.

I continue on with the last number of our short set. Yes, I know, who are we to have a small time frame? Well, darlings, we're just getting started again. We just thought we'd give our fans a bit of a well need dose of good music.

You should hear the trash that's been circling the airwaves, my god, you'd think everyone's raw talent had been switched to electronic tuning or something. Right down to the very unnatural vocals of these artists. If you want to call them that, I wouldn't dare, I tell you.

Bunch of show offs.

"Thank you all and goodnight! God bless!"

Brian takes my cue when I've gotten to lost in the thrill of applause. A smile breaks my face and I thoughtfully take a moment to relish in the hundreds of people who are cheering, smiling, and crying.

It feels so good to be back!

"Did you hear them, my god, it's like we've never missed a beat!," I'm still bouncing around backstage. All drive, all adrenaline. It takes a while for this to leave your system, you know.

"We're Queen. Of course we never miss a beat," Roger smacks his hooves on top of both of my shoulders, wringing them tightly as he yells in my ear.

A roll of thunderous excitement. That's how this feels right now. Backstage we're greeted with nothing but applause and "welcome back" from every crew and roadie in the place.

Phoebe finally manages to wrap my robe around my shoulders as we continue to shuffle down the hallway towards the dressing rooms. I wipe the sweat from my face when I remember—

"Phoebe, be a dear, and grab that little trollop from the front row, hmmm?," I tap his chest, stopping him from entering the dressing room with me. "And see if you can bring those bottles of champagne I requested earlier. This place is so drab! It'll be the death of them before they accommodate."

"Right away, Freddie," he replies with a nod and tight smile.

I turn round to see an empty room, my stuff is neatly packed still in my bag near the makeup vanity. I decide I should take a quick shower, you, just Incase. 

Hopping in the shower, I take my time letting the heat of the water roll over my tired body. I feel exhausted, sure, but nothing compared to the bones of an old, dying man. Thank good for second chances, hmm...

After scrubbing off the filth, I wrap a towel around my waist and another round my shoulders to catch the droplets of water falling from my hair, when there's a knock on the door, followed by a shaky giggle...