Molly walked in on one of the sweetest things she had ever seen in her life. Cora was fast asleep in Arthur's arms as Arthur sat on the couch. As much as making music brought joy to Molly's life, seeing Arthur holding his daughter pointed Molly in a new direction. Feelings of maternity started creeping into her mind. She wanted to give Arthur another child of his own. She won't deny that she really enjoyed the process. Thor did have quite the hammer. Molly heard footstep approaching from behind her.
"Such a beautiful sight and I don't have a camera ready. It's such a shame that we have to head back in a half an hour. " Sue Ellen said as she walked up alongside Molly.
"You do know your phone has a camera built in right?" Molly shot back smarmily. She watched Sue Ellen pull a phone out from her back pocket and snap of a few pictures.
"I wish I could say that I want to take everything bad I did to Arthur back but that wouldn't honest or possible. If I had that ability, his daughter wouldn't exist and I think that is a real crime. I don't ever expect you to forgive me. Cora is the best thing that ever came out of such a horrible set of unfortunate circumstances. "Sue Ellen saw the fire burning in Molly's eyes. She also saw Molly's hands ball up into fists.
"You think you get the right to justify yourself in front of me? I am not your confessor and I won't cleanse you of your sins. Only Arthur is able to forgive your sins. You did break his heart after all. As much as I want to deck you right now, I don't want to wake Arthur or Cora. We also are short of a bass player for tonight. Harv would have my ass if I put you into the hospital. So I have to keep it together." Molly said as she gritted her teeth. She was about to storm away but Sue Ellen reached out and grabbed her hand.
"You have won. I'm not fighting anymore. I know whatever feelings Arthur had for me evaporated the moment he chose you. His devotion is what makes him so wonderful. I do have two err three requests. They are all relative." Molly didn't respond. "I want you and Arthur to fully adopt Cora. The sooner the better so she can integrate with your growing family."
"Why on Earth would you want me and Arthur to adopt Cora? Unless…"
Sue Ellen interrupted, "There is one thing that nobody knows. I went for a routine checkup right after I found out I was pregnant. That wasn't the only thing my doctor discovered. There were abnormalities in my blood work. After running additional tests, she came back with a diagnosis of an unpronounceable disease. What she basically told me was that I have an advanced stage of cancer. She ran down some of the symptoms that I had been ignoring. I thought it was just due to our grueling tour schedule." Sue Ellen looked up from staring at the floor. She could tell that Molly's mood shifted quickly.
"I don't know what to say." Molly couldn't even look Sue Ellen in the eyes. Sue Ellen's news was not what she was ever expecting to hear from the normally bubbly bassist.
"You don't need to say anything Molly. In fact, I would prefer if you kept it to yourself until I get a chance to tell Arthur after the tour is done. We both know how much stress he puts on himself before shows let alone shows in front of his hometown." Sue Ellen heard Molly barely whisper something about time. She could see tears forming in the buxom rabbit's eyes.
"It varies on how aggressive the cancer is. The worst case scenario is that I have maybe three months left versus the best case scenario of two years with lots of chemotherapy and radiation treatments. I'm still not sold on the enduring of treatment if there is no cure. I never put any poison in my body before I'm not going to start now." For the first time in a long while, Molly slowly pulled Sue Ellen in for a hug. The taller rabbit shook as tears streamed down her cheeks.
"You won't have to worry about Cora. I have no doubt in my mind that Arthur will take care of his little princess. Me on the other hand, it will take some time Sue Ellen. I won't lie about that. I was hoping that I could have given Arthur his first child. All of this is still very fresh but I will eventually come around. I always do." They heard stirring from the couch. Both women looked over to see father and daughter waking up at the same time.
"I'm glad to see you two trying to work out your differences. I didn't think it was possible right now. Anyways, I looked at my watch and I think it's time we head back to the city. Traffic is usually a nightmare in little more than an hour. Sue, I wish we had more time to spend just like this. This afternoon was exactly what I needed to recharge." Arthur said before he walked over and handed Cora back to her mother. He then gently pulled both mother and daughter into his arms for a friendly hug. He saw Sue and Cora yawn simultaneously. He led the group back out to the SUV. He helped Sue get Cora back into the car seat before climbing in behind the wheel.
Mere seconds later, the SUV was kicking up a lot of dust as Arthur drove down the hot dusty country road. He glanced back through the rear view mirror and saw both Sue and Cora had quickly fallen asleep. It was quite a feat on such an uneven surface. He then looked over to his girlfriend. She had somehow lost all of her venom towards Sue Ellen in a mere afternoon. The old Molly wouldn't have let someone off the hook without a fight.
"I'm proud how well you handled the whole Sue Ellen issue. I was honestly expecting a shouting match at a best and me having to restrain you from pummeling Sue." He put his hand upon her thigh and gave it a reassuring squeeze all without taking his eyes off of the road. He wanted to sneak one of his fingers in passed her pearly white gates but Molly was a few steps ahead of him. She closed her legs and shifted her entire body away from him. Was it something he said that turned Molly off? He let his mind wander as they drove back to the sprawling metropolis that became Elwood City.
Half way into the drive back, Arthur noticed that he was the only one awake in the SUV. He brought out his phone and placed a call to Harv. He had a feeling that something crazy was lurking just out of his reach. Harv was never one to let a ringing phone stay ringing. He picked up just after the first ring.
"Arthur, strange timing or great timing depends on how you look at it; anyways I was just about to call you. I have a few updates. Due to an accident involving one of the riggers at the arena, the sound checks have pushed back an hour and shorted to half an hour each. I've been on the phone with the promoters most of the afternoon and it's been a small nightmare. The rigger had to be rushed to the hospital and that's all I know about that. You three don't have to rush over to the arena now. Now I received a call from a Detective Alvarez. She is waiting to talk to you. I told her that you would be back at the hotel shortly and that you would meet her in the bar." Harv informed his client.
"Did she say what she wanted to talk to me and Molly about? Obviously it has to do with the case but did she go into specifics with you?" Arthur fired back.
"She did not but she requested that only you meet with her. I take took that request to mean that something rather unpleasant has occurred and she wanted you to break the news to Molly. I could be wrong but you guys don't pay me to be wrong."
"Is there anything else? Does Sue Ellen have her own room at the hotel or have you moved her up to our level?"
"Since she is back in the band, I got her one of the last suites available. Unfortunately, the only one available was Molly's old room. It's there for her if Sue Ellen wants it but I'm not going to force anybody to stay in that room." Harv said. Arthur could hear how stressed out Harv was getting. The last thing anybody wanted was for Harv to collapse from the pressure.
"Well we are just one the outskirts of the city; I should be pulling into the garage in about twenty minutes. I think Molly, Sue Ellen and Cora are going to up to their rooms. All three are asleep right now. I will see you soon Harv. Take a half hour for yourself and relax."
"Alright Arthur, I will see you soon." The phone line when dead just a second after he said soon.
She always felt free as soon as she pulled that favorite pink sweater of hers off of her stunning body. She thought it was a crime to hide such a work of art behind a sweater and a pair of jeans. She unhooked her plain white bra and tossed it aside. The matching boring white panties were the next to be exiled from her body. She stood in front of a huge floor to ceiling mirror that she recently had installed into the master bedroom. She loved her home despite having quite the hefty bank account. She could never part with their home on Main Street. It was her favorite shade of yellow with the lovely blue shutters.
Her husband had run off and her kids didn't visit but she couldn't make herself sell her home. There were so many good memories here. Her girls were both born in the house. All three of her kids learned to walk and to talk in the home. After they left, she buried herself in to her work to ward off the feelings of abandonment. She was by day a respectable accountant who had several high profile and very wealthy clients. That gave her the start up funds for her more risky but just as lucrative side business. She had recently founded ECE Enterprises. Elwood City Escorts was the high class call girl service within a thousand mile radius of Elwood City. She was the founding member, CEO and madam rolled all into one. She knew how to keep her client's biggest secrets.
She walked over to her closet and pushed aside all of her work and casual clothes. She had a last minute booking from a new client that was willing to pay three times the normal fee. She rarely ever took on a new client without first making the client go through the very rigorous screening process which included a deep diving background check and a character assessment. She took these measures to insure that she stayed in business. She plugged in this new client's information into her computer. She had fingers and friends throughout every industry in the city and all over the country. Her system could tap into so many computer systems with the few clicks of her mouse. She smiled when saw who her new client was.
This client requested one of her more popular personalities. The buxom British redhead Christine Lewis donned her favorite violet bra and thong set then pulled on a very short charcoal grey skirt. She then pulled on a white blouse and topped off her outfit with a matching grey jacket. She really missed having her long chestnut brown hair. She had gotten used to the pixie hairstyle when she found it made wearing wigs that much easier. The next part of her outfit was long curly wig of red hair she put on and secured it down with a few hair pins. Lastly, she put on contact lenses that hid her brown eyes under a set of vibrant emeralds. She added a subtle layer of both eye shadow and mascara with her favorite lipstick and she deemed herself ready to go. Lastly, she put on a pair of sensible heels that didn't draw the unwanted attention of the security team.
She was supposed to be a businesswoman going to a business hotel. Go dressed looking like a call girl was one easy way to get noticed by security. She packed up everything else she'd need in a small clutch purse and then headed downstairs to her only splurge in the last few years. She hopped into her red Porsche 911 convertible. She turned the car engine over and put the car in gear. She decided that there was no way she could make it down town using the highways this time of day and stuck to surface streets. She used this time in the car to get in to character. Christine Lewis was the exact opposite of who she naturally was. Christine was loud and exuberant but still was able to fly under radar when needed to. She made Christine the chief technology officer for a major London bank. She had the computer skills to back it up. She was in town attending the annual computer security conference hosted at the Elwood City Convention center. She may be in her late forties but she kept herself in great shape and could be mistaken for a woman in her late twenties.
She loved the way the turbo charged engine turned the small fast sports car into one giant vibrator. She jammed through the gears of the manual transmission as she made her way through the crowded streets of Elwood City. She spotted the hotel a few blocks away and turned into Elm Street that ran parallel to Main Street. As she pulled up to the backside of the hotel, she saw a large black SUV that pulled into the hotel's garage. She pulled out her duplicated garage swipe key. She had lifted the original from the hotel night manager a few months back. Another nice friend she had in a high place. The heavy garage door slowly opened up and she drove inside. She couldn't believe her eyes when she saw who got out of that big black SUV. It was the object of her desires and his friends.
She backed her Porsche in to parking spot on the other side of the garage. She sat in the car watching three people exiting the SUV. One was carrying a portable car seat and assumed there was a baby inside but from her vantage point it was impossible to tell. She could feel a growing damp spot between her legs. She brushed her hand up against the sheer fabric and shivered at the touch. If she didn't stop now, she would be late for her date. She pulled out a small bottle of expensive perfume and applied a dab to herself. French lavender was her favorite scent in the world and used it every day in some way shape or form.
She opened the door to her Porsche and got out of the car. She made adjustments to her outfit making sure that she had just the hint of cleavage and her skirt wasn't too short. She closed the door and locked her car. She made her way to the elevator. The wait for the next available elevator was thankfully short and luckily she had the car to herself as she rode up to the lobby. She made her way over to the bar and ordered a dirty martini. She looked over across the room and saw her desire talking to a very pretty woman. She could tell that the woman was trying to catch his eye but he wasn't taking the bait. She saw her date walk in to the bar. He stopped to say hello to the woman and her desire. For some reason, the two men made their way over to her.
"Ahh there she is! My dear Christine Lewis, I haven't seen you in years. That is quite the crime." Harv said as he gave her a hug. "Christine, I would like to introduce my client but more importantly my friend for the last years, Arthur Read. He is the pianist for Head-Rush."
Arthur extended his hand hoping to shake Christine's hand but Christine had other ideas. She took his hand and brought it up to her lips and gave it a kiss. She brought out a light Irish accent when she spoke, "It is quite the honor to meet you Mr. Read. Your music has been quite inspiring to me and has gotten me through tough times in my life."
"Miss Lewis, it is indeed a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Thank you for the support. I'm glad our music was able to help you in your time of need. Harv, I would like to continue my conversation with Detective Alvarez. She took time out of her busy day to see me." Arthur said.
"Of course Arthur of course, Christine just wanted to meet you and who am I to say to such a pretty face." Harv said "I will see you at the venue later." Christine watched Arthur walk away. She would do what she had to do to get at her heart's one true desire.
Christine finished up her martini quickly with one big gulp. She tapped Harv on the shoulder and whispered in his ear in a sex oozing moan, "Well, honey, is it going to be my room or yours? I'm pretty sure you don't want to be massaged down here on the bar top."
"There's no better placed than my room. Follow me Christine." Harv said as he walked away from the bar. Christine placed a twenty dollar bill down on the bar top. The martini was perfectly crafted and Christine felt the bartender deserved a generous tip. Alejandro was one of the best crafter of cocktails across the country. Christine discretely eyed Arthur as she followed Harv out of the bar. He led her over the bank of elevators. She stepped into the elevator and lost sight of Arthur as soon as the gilded doors closed. She had to keep reminding herself of her mission even after her client started to get frisky on the way up.
"Save it for the room big boy. Save it for the room. Big brother isn't paying me baby you are." Christine chided her frisky friend.
Arthur swore that woman Harv introduced to him was very familiar. For the life of him, he couldn't place where he had come across that woman before today. Hopefully, he wouldn't spend all day trying to figure out where he had met this woman. He was brought out from the fogginess of his thoughts when a graceful hand landed upon his own. Detective Alvarez had been trying to get his attention for the last five minutes.
"I'm sorry Juanita but I swear I've met that woman before but no clue where. My gut is giving me a weird vibe about her. It seems my nerves are still on edge from last night." Arthur said as he took a sip from his glass of water.
"I'm afraid my news won't place your mind in any calmer waters. Early this morning, Damian Czerkaspi was found dead in his holding cell from unknown causes. I can't say much more than that. We are treating the death as suspicious and our homicide unit will be looking into Czerkaspi's demise. Molly was in such a fragile state last night. I can't really blame her after what that monster attempted to do to her. You seem to be the closest one to Molly. I'm not sure how or if you want break this news to her but she will learn of it by sometime tomorrow at the latest. News of a prisoner dying in custody doesn't say quiet for long. I will try to keep you up to date with any new developments but unfortunately my job is done here. The only suspect in Molly's case is dead. I also have too many other cases that need my attention. However, I am still just a phone call away Mr. Read." Detective Alvarez pushed her lithe body away from the bar. Arthur couldn't help but notice her curvy figure. She returned his attention with a warm smile. Nobody but Arthur knew that he was already taken. She took out a pen from her inner jacket pocket. She gave Arthur a clear view of her ample cleavage. She wrote her personal number down on a bar napkin. "In case, you need to get in contact with me at all times day or night." She left the note on the bar top before she turned and walked away. She could feel those laser beam eyes scanning her backside as she sashayed her hips. He would call her by the end of the week of this she had no doubt. Arthur pocketed the napkin and pulled out a few dollar bills to leave for a tip. Even with a glass of water, he believed that the bartender deserved a few bits of financial appreciation. He was stopped by a few fans in the lobby who he gladly signed a few autographs and posed for a few pictures before excusing himself. He made his way over to the bank of elevators, waved his keycard over the card reader and pushed the button for the penthouse level. Harv's room was the one closest to the elevators. He could hear loud moaning coming from both male and female voices inside. Harv and Christine seemed to be more than friends. He cleared his mind as he walked down past Francine's and Molly's former suites.
Arthur held his keycard over the door sensor and heard the door unlock. He pushed open the door and saw the most wonderful sight in the world. Molly was in her favorite purple sports bra and yoga pants coated in sweat as she shifted into what she called peacock pose. Molly was supporting all of her body solely on her bent arm while her lower body curled up towards the ceiling. Her body was not facing the door and Arthur got one beautiful look at her sculpted backside. Arthur's pants suddenly became extremely tight very quickly.
He could see that Molly had her wireless ear buds on and didn't hear his entrance. He could hear her loud music from the front entryway. ArJustArthur also knew that loud music never affected Molly adversely. He pulled off his t shirt, unbuckled his belt before he pushed his jeans to the floor. His thick stiff bulge strained to break through boxer briefs. Molly wasn't the only who practiced yoga. He was still not her level but had doubled his strength and vastly improved his flexibility. He crab walked around his beautiful bunny and started off in an advanced warrior pose. He aimed his bulging crotch in her eye line.
She released a long breath she had been holding in for over several minutes. She opened her eyes and saw a huge bulge a mere foot from her face. She fell down to the ground right before she jumped up and tackled her Thor back to the ground. She landed kiss after kiss with pinpoint accuracy all over his faced and torso. Her rabbit blood was boiling and her animalistic tendencies were taking over. Her hands pulled off her sweaty top and tossed it somewhere. She didn't care where. She growled when she felt Thor roughly pawing her ass.
She fought back by nearly ripping Thor's underwear to shreds. She pushed herself down his body until her lips captured his bulbous crown with those soft supple lips. She wrapped her hands around his base and started to pump his shaft vigorously. Somehow Thor's long arms found their way back on to Molly's ass. There wasn't enough time to pull her pants out of the way. Thor drove one finger hard right into her pussy right through the cheap thin material. Molly growled through his cock as she felt the foreign intruder. He forced another one passed the cheap barrier causing the rip to double in size. She whimpered as she felt him withdraw his fingers. She felt his hands ripping her wide open. She knew from the twitching in his cock that he couldn't withstand much more of her ministrations.
She let go of his cock and climbed up into his lap. She aligned her dripping snatch right on top of his royal purple crown. His strong hands wrapped around both of her hips as she slammed her hips down onto his cock. His cock plowed through her wet fleshy garden. It was too big for her normally strong muscles to stop it along the way. His crown was pushing up against that last fleshy barrier her sopping pussy. He made one final thrust upward as his crown pushed into her womb. Once he was in her womb, her muscles finally seized up and he was trapped inside.
Molly wrapped her arms around Arthur and squeezed her inner muscles. He hands had moved up from her hips to caress her breasts. She gave his cock a few more squeezes until it erupted inside her. There was no greater feeling in the world than feeling her man's seed deep within her. She was pretty sure she had hit her peak time of the month for being fertile. She wasn't planning on telling Arthur any of this until she confirmed her suspicions. She never felt safer then when she was in his arms.
"There is not a better ending to a vigorous workout than ending up with your seed deep inside me Thor." She said as she leaned into his embrace. She felt him kiss the top of her head as he started to soften up inside of her. He slid out her hot embrace and was greeted with a river of mixed goodness. He lapped up their combined fluids with gusto. He wanted to kiss Molly but she pushed him away. The results from their lovemaking weren't really what she wanted to taste on her lips. "Come on lover boy, we unfortunately have a concert to get ready for. I'd like to shower first before heading over to the arena." She saw Arthur jump to his feet. "Sorry, Thor you and your mighty hammer aren't invited this time. We would never get there on time if we shared the shower. You can always do a few more crunches to tighten up those amazing abs of yours." Molly had to run into the bathroom before she jumped him again.
She needed the shower as hot as possible to relax her muscles otherwise she might cramp up later during the show. The water felt amazingly soothing on her weary muscles. She sat down on the shower's built in bench and let the hot water work its wonderful magic. She really could spend the rest of the night under the therapeutic spray. What she thought was mere moments turned to be nearly half an hour. She quickly turned off the shower and grabbed one of the towels hanging from the towel rack. She wrapped the towel around her body and rushed out of the bathroom. She nearly dropped her towel when she saw a candlelit meal waiting her.
Arthur walked up behind her and pulled out a chair and offered her to sit down. He had order her favorite salad and a steaming cup of tea with honey. He had ordered a small steak with caramelized onions and mushrooms. She looked over at the clock on the wall. They had an half an hour before they needed to be at the arena. The duo had no need to speak during their dinner. They shared looks and smiles. Molly was hungrier than she thought she was when she looked down and found her completely clean. She extended her feet out and up under the table. She never told anybody just how talented and flexible her feet were. She really never had a chance to and it's not a topic that comes up in polite conversation.
Her soles wrapped around his limp shaft. Her toes traced the outline on both sides before gently bouncing it up and down. Somehow Arthur kept his self control and his cock didn't get any harder. Molly was mildly annoyed when Arthur didn't fall for her latest attempt. "Molly, you know we have to be dressed and ready to go to over to the arena in about fifteen minutes. I haven't showered yet and you are still very seductively nude. We have over fifty thousand fans that spent their hard earned money to see us. I know you are my number fan and I am yours but I think we can share each other with the rest of them every so often." Arthur then pushed back from the makeshift table walked around and swooped Molly off of her feet. He kissed her. He was addicted to her and he kissed as if the world was ending tomorrow.
She felt his renewed hardness pressing against her rear but her mobile rang. It was probably Harv or somebody from the production team reminding them to get down to the lobby. The two lovers pushed back from each other. Molly walked over to her portable wardrobe and pulled out one of her outfits she wanted to wear for the show. She pulled on her favorite pair of jeans and sleeveless silver blouse with a red bandana. She put on her matching silver pumps. She watched Arthur put on his stage clothes. He would always wear a local team's sports jersey. Her favorite was when they toured England and he wore a West Ham United kit. He could have gone professional if the music bug hadn't bitten him first. Tonight however, it was a Grebes jersey with his name on the back. He then pulled on his jeans and black leather sandals. He loved to be on stage barefoot. It was weird but that was Arthur.
They gave each other long lasting looks before Arthur took her hand. They walked out of their suite together. They saw Sue Ellen exiting for her suite and the trio descended down to the lobby where they met up with Harv and his assistant. The quintet made their way down to the private garage where they loaded into the large SUV. Harv told them that Francine would be meeting them at the arena. She was being escorted by Muffy and her security team. Harv seemed unusually happy and strangely relaxed. He was usually a mess running on fumes and caffeine before each show. He must have screwed that redhead she saw him with at the bar. There was something familiar about that redhead but Molly was at a loss. She felt a hand on her thigh. Arthur could always make her smile even during the darkest of days.
Christine woke up from her nap feeling refreshed and nearly giddy. Her latest target wasn't the baron of the bedroom but he did grant her wish in lieu of financial compensation. She had definitely earned her payment. She offered anything imaginable to this one guy. It worked. She now had an all access backstage pass. She would wear nothing else if she could have gotten away with it. The laminate looked at home between her large breasts. She didn't want to take it off but she had to get ready for the show. She was going to be performing to an audience of one after all.
She then took off the pass and placed it on the bed. Christine then walked over to the vanity and sat down. She removed the red wig and placed it on a mannequin's head on the vanity's shelf. She brought several wigs that corresponded to several of her well crafted personas. She then proceeded to remove the rest of 'Christine' to become Jane Read once again. She had been blessed in the body department. Even after nursing three kids, her large breasts showed no signs of sagging. She would never go under the scalpel of a cosmetic surgeon. That was cheating and Jane had no respect for women who would take the easy way out.
Jane knew that her description would know to the entire security staff. She had made the mistake of not disguising herself and was thrown out of the venue and was threatened with arrest if she tried to come back. Jane never made the same mistake twice. Tonight was Serenity's time to shine. Serenity was a persona she never used but had created many years ago. The look of Serenity was loosely taken from her new favorite book hero Princess Cimorene.
Jane walked stood up from the vanity and made her way over bathroom. She then took a luxuriously long hot shower and was visited by no less than three orgasms as she dreamed about her man. She turned off the shower and quickly toweled off. Jane then opened her large traveling wardrobe. Serenity's outfit consisted of a skin tight black leather corset with matching skin tight Capris. This outfit left nothing to anyone's imagination and took a good deal of effort and arm strength for Jane to pull on. Jane then went back to the vanity. She had brought with her another mannequin's head that held the long straight midnight black wig. Jane first put on a skull cap that completely covered her original hair. Next, she secured the wig to her head and quickly rotated her head to make sure her wig didn't move at all. She completed her look with a touch of mascara to ring her eyes and black lipstick with a silver stripe down the middle of her Cupid's bow. She slipped her feet into black leather pumps as she grabbed a small clutch purse and her coveted back stage pass. She slipped the pass into her purse. It seemed out of place to wear it outside of the arena before the show.
Serenity made her way out from her room and down to the lobby. She caught the eyes of everybody in the lobby as she made her way out to the street. She hailed a cab in under ten seconds. The drive over to the arena was quick and efficient even if the driver had trouble keeping his eyes on the road and off of her body. Serenity was in her zone and only had eyes for one man. She told the driver to take her to the service entrance down just off of the main street. She would have flashed him the girls but that corset was a pain to pull on and off. So she just paid the overpriced cab fare. Before she got out of the car, she slipped the pass out of her purse and put in on. This pass was worth more to her than an entire weekend with a group of high rolling players. It was priceless to her. Nobody questioned this pass. They probably should have but these passes were quite hard to create high quality fakes. The underbelly of the Crosswire arena was a maze of gear, crew and long narrow corridors. Luckily one of her regular clients was the general manager of the arena. Serenity had a very intimate knowledge of the arena. She was probably the only person in the country to have proof of having sex on the massive hanging scoreboard. Those safety harnesses gave her quite the rash but it had been quite the rush. Having sex while hanging suspended a hundred feet in the air was probably a story she would never be able to tell another soul.
She knew the tour's daily schedule. The band and crew were having their dinner meal. It was followed by either sound checks or band warm ups depending on how pressed for time the schedule was. She knew exactly where the band's dressing rooms were going to be and now was the best time to sneak in unnoticed. Well with her outfit, she would have noticed and certainly remembered. She didn't come across anybody from the production company. There was his name plastered on the door. IF they wanted a discreet look, they clearly failed. She tried the door handle. It was unlocked. It was just another flaw in what usually very tight security.
The dressing room had its own bathroom. She would escape to the bathroom if she heard any noise coming from the door handle. She pulled out a small little plastic phial out from her clutch. She knew Arthur always had a cup of herbal tea mixed with honey right before he started to warm up his voice. She opened up the jar of honey and emptied the contents of the phial into the jar of honey. She used the honey dipper to mix in the mild sedative in. She felt the wetness growing between her legs. She saw her nipples through the leather when she looked down. She gave both nipples quite the squeeze as the ecstasy came from both pain and pleasure. Her mind and body were jarred away from her relentless teasing as she heard the door knob turning. Serenity dove for the bathroom right before the door opened. She left the bathroom door open a crack so that she could watch him. She had always cursed her ex husband except when she thought about their son. She watched him prepare his tea and added a dollop of honey to the steaming mug.
As silently as she could, Serenity began removing each piece of outfit. She watched as Arthur took a sip of his tea. She knew that even the smallest of sips would contain enough of the sedative to make Arthur slightly woozy. He stumbled over to the plush couch. She knew it was time to strike. She pushed open the bathroom door and raced towards Arthur. She was on her knees unbuckling his belt in seconds flat. In the next few seconds, she had his pants and underwear around his ankles. Before her rested her prize that she had not seen in almost twenty years. It had certainly grown and that really made her smile.
She wrapped her hand around the base of his soft cock and gave the organ a few soft strokes. Serenity didn't know a man who didn't like his dick stroked. She got a growing reaction with every stroke. She leaned her head in and sucked one of his large balls into her mouth. His mind might have been out to lunch but his body was paying attention to her ministrations. Her mouth let go of his balls but then latched on to his thick tip. Three fingers of her free hand were furiously driving in and out of her sopping cunt trying to loosen it up for Arthur's massive prick. She couldn't get half way down his shaft before her gag reflex kicked in. She usually had no problems. Serenity was in her own little world as she stood up with his cock in her hand. She climbed up on top of him and lined her slit. She was just about to plunge herself down on to him when the dressing room door flew open.
"I FUCKING KNEW IT WAS YOU!" That screech came from the doorway as a white and red blur bolted into to the room. Molly tackled the naked succubus. She was helped up by the security team as they detained the naked woman. Molly went over to one of the guards. "Radio Harv, tell him to track down Detective Alvarez. We need her because I want this bitch locked up. I told Harv to give her tickets to the show. She may already be here. Then lock this conniving slut up in a hole she can't possibly climb out of. Lastly, get the doctor down here; she obviously drugged him with something." The security team removed Jane Read from Arthur's dressing room. The moment Molly finished her rant. She quickly sat down next to Arthur and tried improving his cognitive abilities. She pulled out his mobile and looked through his contacts. He would have saved her number. She pushed the call button and the phone started to ring.
The call connected after three rings. "Hello, this is Detective Alvarez."
"Detective, this is Molly MacDonald. I unfortunately need your professional expertise. A member of our security team is looking for you right now. If you are actually here at the arena, I need you to make your way to any of the backstage access areas. The security team is expecting you but I can't speak for the arena's hired goons so badge your way back if you need to. I think my people will find you before it gets that far."
"Molly, just what is going on?" Juanita asked.
"I'd rather not discuss it over the phone. Just that I need you in your professional capacity should be enough I believe. It's very sensitive and hits close to home."
"I'm on my way and I'll be there as soon as I can." Alvarez disconnected the phone call. Molly was alone once again in a tiny room. She wanted to leave. Her claustrophobia was making her nervous. Then she turned and looked back at Arthur. He looked disgraced but she knew that she had to leave him has is. Detective Alvarez would probably want to see the crime scene as Molly discovered it. Well apart from her security guards capturing and detaining the suspect, the crime scene was not pristine but this was real life and not snazzy one line spouting hipster cop who wore cheap sunglasses.
She heard a commotion coming from the hall before there was a knock on her door. Molly opened the door and saw Detective Alvarez in a cute silver sleeveless halter top with black Capri pants and black leather heels. Her gold shield was clipped on her belt. She was speaking into mobile apparently either relying to her partner the facts or she was dictating notes.
"Molly, I wish we were meeting again under better circumstances but let's get down to business. While you are recounting your story to me, I am going to have the doctor examine Arthur, draw several different samples and hopefully figure out what happened medically at least for the official report. Would you prefer if we stay in here or would you prefer to take this chat out into hall?" The detective asked.
Molly told Alvarez that she didn't want to leave Arthur's side. "This story has a bit of a back story. Arthur should really be the one to tell as it is his story to tell but time isn't on our side. Do you see that tattoo?" Molly pointed to the writing barely visible through Arthur's thick nest of pubic hair. Molly dropped down and brushed his hair aside. She heard Alvarez gasp. "Yes she did that to her own son. As soon as he was able, he left home and she has been chasing after him ever since. I am pretty sure she is the owner of the most profitable escort service in the tri-state area. That was how she got backstage. Our tour manager is normally a wreck before the first show of a new city but today he was smoother than silk and just as calm. Arthur and I saw him with a woman last night at the bar. She was in a different outfit and spoke with a near perfect East London accent but she had the same facial structure as the slut I pushed off of Arthur. She has the means, motive and the needed perversion to chase after her own son. Our security guards have taken her somewhere else and have detained her. Arthur is rather ritualistic with his pre show rituals. He gave an interview with some tea lovers' magazine where he told the reporter talked about how he has a cup or honeyed tea before every show. It I had to guess, whatever she drugged Arthur with would be in the honey."
"Thank you for your candor Molly. I appreciate when I don't have to hear bullshit story after bullshit story day in and day out." Juanita turned to the band's doctor and asked for his observations.
"I have the necessary samples needed by the lab. He was given a mild sedative that should wear off in twenty minutes, an half an hour at the latest. It was an over the counter muscle relaxer most likely crushed up and ingested. It's not the smartest move it works. He just needs a little rest. It's just over two hours until the band takes the stage. He will just need a cup of strong coffee to give him a boost. If I am not needed for anything else, I would like to get back to my dinner." Molly and Alvarez didn't have anything else for the doctor and thanked him for his quick service. Molly felt a buzzing coming from her pocket. She pulled out her mobile and looked at the screen.
It read, "We secured the woman to a slop sink in the janitor's closet down the hall." Molly turned her phone over Alvarez and let her look at the message. Alvarez had her phone out and it sounded like she was calling in a roving unit to take the suspect into custody. She then asked Molly if she needed anything. Molly told Juanita that she was all set. The detective said her goodbyes and left the dressing room. Molly raced over to the door and locked the door using the deadbolt. She then made her way back to the couch and crawled up next to Arthur. She gently pulled his body into hers with his head resting upon her ample breast. She could feel his warm breath on her nipple. She stroked his hair like her mother used to do when she woke up from a nightmare.
The pair sat on that couch until Molly felt Arthur move his head. His lips attached on to her nipple through her shirt and bar. She giggled as his tongue teased her hardened nub. Molly pushed his head back in one motion and with her hand pulled up her shirt and bra. His dry lips latched on to the exposed protuberance. His lips moved back and forth along her hard nub. Molly placed her hand on the back of his head and held it in place as a moan slipped past her lips. Just like a newborn babe, Arthur's natural instincts kicked in. His lips sucked on her nipple but Molly wasn't able to produce any milk but was able to produce a large amount of pleasure for herself.
She was drawn out of her world of pleasure when a loud knock came from the dressing room door. Molly was equally surprised when whoever was on the other side of the door opened the door. Molly had no time to cover up the fact that she was breastfeeding Arthur. Madison Compson was the band's tour manager. Madison gasped when her eyes landed on Molly and Arthur. "What is it Madison? I guess I forgot to lock the door." Molly made no attempt to cover herself up.
"I… I… I… wanted to go over tonight's VIP and ticket allotment for the crew. I can see that you are clearly busty… I… I… mean busy." Madison was clearly caught off guard and Molly being Molly, she took it all in stride.
"Harv and the rest of the band had put together a list of potential VIPs who might be in attendance. I thought he was heading that facet up. I'll make sure that he gives you that list. Give me one minute." Molly dug out her mobile phone from her pocket. She found Harv's number and pressed the call button. It annoyed Molly that she had to bail out another person from their problem. She was surprised when Harv didn't answer. He was usually available. She didn't leave him a message. Luckily, Molly had a backup copy of the list. "I can't get a hold of Harv but I have the short list of the band's ticket needs and known VIPs. I just emailed it to you. I have every confidence in you that you will get this done perfectly." Molly saw Madison's face light up with her praise. "Now unless you want to join us, I would like to resume my relaxation." Madison beat a quick retreat out of the Arthur's dressing room.
In the all the time Molly was dealing with Madison, Arthur stopped his suckling. She had not noticed his hand moving until it landed on her ample bosom. She looked down and saw those eyes she fell in love with all those many years ago. Another knock on the door came too soon for Molly's liking. She looked over at the door and sighed as she got up off of the couch once again and walked over to the door. She didn't make any attempt at being decent. She was past the point of being decent. She flung the door open and saw a haggard looking Harv. Their manager staggered into the room. He collapsed into a chair in front of a makeup station. He grabbed one of bottles of water on the counter, quickly removed the cap and downed half the bottle in one gulp.
"Harv, what happened? I've never seen you look this bad even after your marriage and divorce to that witch of a woman. Well granted, you did look like death warmed over the first few weeks but you got better." Molly said as she sat down next to her friend.
"The short story is that I was duped by a master con artist. She gave me exactly what I wanted but then took everything but the clothes on my back and in my road case. I had to buy a ticket to get into the building. The security guards are doing what we paid them handsomely for. That woman got my phone and my all access pass. It has been a shit day for me." Harv could muster the strength to look his friends in the eyes.
"You were tricked by one of the best deceiver in the world. She managed to sneak past every one of our checkpoints and not one of our guards actually checked her credentials. Having a warm smile and the willingness to expose her large assets always helps out in the end. My mother can only be described as evil pure incestuous evil." Arthur said as he got up off of the couch. He walked over to his mobile wardrobe on wheels. He stripped down to nothing and tossed his old clothes into his small built-in hamper. He then pulled out a pair silk black boxer briefs. Molly couldn't take her eyes off of the form fitting garment especially when she caught a glimpse at the bulge in front. Arthur then followed the briefs by tan corduroy pants and a jersey from Elwood City Grebes. Arthur didn't put on any shoes or socks as he preferred to play barefoot. He looked over at the clock on the wall. It was nearly time for their sound check even if it was shortened. "Harv, feel free to stay here but I believe Molly and I are needed on stage for a quick sound check. I doubt she wants to go out on stage with barely anything on at all."
Molly noticed what she was only wearing her panties. She quickly pulled all of her clothes back on. She would change after their sound check. She wrapped her arms around Arthur before kissing his neck. She wanted to reassure him that while there would no doubt be bumps along the road of life she would never leave his side. They left Harv to recuperate in the dressing room as the two headed towards the stage.
