Au- sorry it took so long! Please accept my humble apologies for the long wait and the short chapter. The real good stuff is still coming in the next chapters But it seems like MR T is already losing it. How much longer before things will run out of hand : ) ?
Chapter Two; Enjoy Yourself
"Now then, my friends."
The door creaked open.
"Morning Mr T." Came the sugar sweet greeting as Mrs Lovett entered the room.
Sweeney quickly hid one of his razors behind his back.
"Now, hun," the woman began while walking towards him. "Are you really all that focused on this revenge?" Nellie crossed her arms in front of her chest and pouted her lips. She was trying her best to look seductive.
Sweeney's lip arched slightly.
"The judge." He mumbled.
"Okay, I get it." Nellie threw her hands in the air before turning around on her heels and closing the door behind her. "Now sweetheart, wot's your plan?" She leaned against the door and eyed him seductively.
"Kill him." Sweeney said before revealing his razor again and swinging it through the air.
"Yes, but how and when?" Mrs Lovett cried out desperately.
"How do we get the beadle to convince him to visit nice mister Todd for a shave?" Sweeney mused aloud.
Mrs Lovett's face brightened up.
"I know a way, hun."
Before he could even fully enter the pie shop he was already greeted by a far too cheery voice.
"How are you doing Mr Todd?"
He eyed the girl warily.
"Fine."
He sat down on the bench and took a sip from a glass of whiskey.
"Certainly sound like it." The girl mumbled almost inaudibly.
"What was that?" Sweeney said mockingly while cocking his head to the side.
"You fancy a pie, Mr T?" Lilly Lovett said sweetly while offering him a nice big pie.
"No, thanks, love." He waved her away and took another sip of his drink before returning to staring in front of him again.
"So I heard you've been out all day?" Lilly desperately tried to lighten up the mood. Her hands made small circling motions as she was cleaning the table with a rough cloth. Sweeney's eyes fixated on her hands for a moment before he looked up at her face.
He just nodded.
Great.
Lilly was doing her utmost best to start a conversation but he seemed to ruin every attempt she made so far. Why was he so grumpy anyway?
"Mum has been back for more than an hour or so." She tried again, curiously as to why they hadn't come home together. Not that it really mattered to her. Her mother had been singing and humming to herself when she came home again. It seemed that since mister Todd arrived love was in the air.
"Ah yes."
Lilly eyed him angrily. The man was studying his empty glass as if it was the most beautiful and peculiar thing in the world. But he didn't continue the conversation.
"I thought you went out together this morning?"
She kept watching him as he continued to study his glass. Then she let an inaudible soft sigh escape and turned away from him to resume her cleaning duties and by this missing the dark eyes that focused on her frame.
Sweeney raised a brow at the sight in front of him.
'Small Lovett seems to be an improvement to her mother.'
He shook his head, the black and grey hairs dangling and swirling with the motion. Why had he just been comparing the two of them again?
His eyes drifted down her form and settled on her bottom. His hands began to tingle from the idea of holding her by the thighs and rubbing his thumbs over her soft flesh.
Miss Lovett was now bending over to clean something on the wall when she cut her finger on a sharp dead cockroach making her hiss softly. Sweeney snapped out of his daydream and putted the empty glass on the table.
"But we did go to the market." He said nonchalantly while crossing his arms in front of his chest and stretching his legs in front of him. "We saw a show there. One of these fake Italian barbers."
"Oh, you mean Mister Pirelli!" Lovett exclaimed and came to collect his empty glass. When she reached out to grab the glass from the table Sweeney bent towards her. She turned to face him and their eyes locked. He reached out with his right hand to her wrist and almost touched it. His fingers brushed past her skin. But then she flung around with the glass in her hand and Sweeney sunk back on the bench again.
"I take it you know him then?" He said with a rough low voice.
"Of course I do." Lovett replied. "Everybody does. He's the best barber we've got!" Her enthusiasm died down when she turned around and saw the grim expression on Mr Todd's face. "Well, at least he was." She softly added to it, hands folding in front of her.
"And with that you are right my dear." Sweeney pointed towards her and a grin crept upon his face. "Because I beat him in a contest." He stood up from the bench and raised his voice a bit.
"And now everybody will know that one has to come and visit nice Mr. Todd, the best barber in London."
He smiled a devilish smile. "Especially the beadle knows this."
Lilly Lovett had taken a few steps backwards behind the counter. The extravagant behaviour of Mr T had scared the wits out of her and she felt even more uncomfortable than she already had.
"Ah, Mister T!"
Lilly was relieved to see her mother enter the pie shop.
"How did it go? Ya got some customers already?" she asked while leaning seductively on the counter.
Lilly immediately took the opportunity to leave the two alone and fled into one of the backrooms. Her mother smiled at this and appreciated her daughter's action.
Sweeney cleared his throat.
"Yes." He said but his eyes turned lacklustre and he began to gaze in front of him.
He took the liberty to lean against the window.
He heard the door close behind him and immediately rested his head against his right hand.
He closed his eyes and frowned.
What was wrong with him these past few days. The throbbing inside his pants was irritating him big time. He massaged his forehead and took a deep breath.
It wasn't Mrs Lovett who did this to him. Sweeney wasn't sure why he felt the way he did and in his ignorance he blamed it on Lucy. He was so focused on his revenge and thinking of the judge that surely his manhood got erected from thinking of her. At least, that's what the barber thought as he was trying to deny the fact that little Lovett had been the one to steer these feelings.
His left hand sneaked down his pants and slowly began to massage his hardened length.
He let out a raspy moan.
'How can a man of my age still be aroused so easily?' he wondered.
His thumb was stroking the veins on his dick and he couldn't suppress a small shudder. With his eyes still closed and his head still leaning on his hand against the bars of the window he began to stroke himself more firmly.
The rough ministrations making him gasp and raw sounds escaped his throat.
With the fabric of his trousers being a nuisance he quickly pushed himself away from the window and unbuttoned his pants.
His hard member stood proudly in the air as the barber used both his hands this time.
Gripping himself firmly he started a quick pace. The thought of a half dressed Lucy crept into his mind but quickly blurred. Her shape changed.
The barber let out a low groan and climaxed. His seed spilled and some of it dripped onto the chair which was standing in the middle of the room. It took a moment for Sweeney to catch his breath and to realise that the image of Lucy had changed into that of the young Lovett girl.
He gripped his head and groaned once more. 'Lucy' he moaned.
"What is wrong with me?"
A little voice in the back of his mind answered him.
'You're just a perverted old man.'
