Shamelessly walking out of the back bedroom to catch up to Cherie, I have to make my way past the guys who are still up playing what looks like an intense game of scrabble.

Damnit. Why didn't they tell me there was a game going on? They're scared I'll win. Cowards!

They've stacks of cups filled with drinks all around the table as they bicker back and forth amongst themselves.

"Bastard! You cant do that!," Roger's raspy voice becomes higher than usual as he stand to smack his hand off of the table top.

Brian just sits with a wide grin as they both look on at Deacy who is ranking up the score.

"Lacquers— that's 168 points for Brian...," Deacy rolls his eyes as he and Roger both give a grinning Brian the death glare. Well, we don't call it 'death scrabble' for nothing.

"What can I say? Triple word, you sore losers! Ha!," Bri gulps the remainder of his drink as I clear my throat letting my presence be known.

"Oh, now look. You've awaken the sleeping beauty from her slumber. Care to join?," Roger chuckles.

"He can't join, the games almost over.," Brian crosses his arms.

"Why? Afraid you'll lose, darling?," I pucker my lips at him, making kissing noises as I scoot into the booth.

As I sit to have a look at the board game tiles on Deacys side I place one letter in the board. "There ya go, Johnny?" I smile defiantly.

"En?," Brian complains. "That's not even a wo-,"

"En is a measurement! Look it up, darling," the sound of the shower being turned on reminds me that I have elsewhere to be.

Rising from my seat, I look down my nose at them before commenting and walking away.

"I'd love to sit and chat with you lot, but...," I pat the front of my pants, only teasing the poor lonely cherubs. "I've got to add some lacquer to my knackers. Have fun with your little game, dears!,"

"For fucks sake! Freddie! Not the shower!," Brian whines from the table before I wink at him, opening the bathroom door.

"Lacker knacker," Deacy giggles, blushing up a bit as he swallows the remainder of his beer.

"Go on, Fred. Add some luster to your cluster! I can't be mad at that!," Roger's booming laughter is the last thing I listen to as I snicker, "Fuck off!," shaking my head, and entering the steamy bathroom.

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The glass doors of the shower have steamed up enough to block most of my vision. I hear her humming through the sound of water rushing around her movements.

I strip out of my clothes, feeling the heat seep into my pores and my skin begin to tingle. The silhouette of her naked body is a darkened outlined shadow.

As I walk closer, I can hear her hum begin to turn into soft, delicate moans. Her hand roams between her thighs.

I can't help but stroke myself.

Eyeing her breasts, perfectly pointed perky nipples—I tighten my grip on my hardening shaft.

I bite down on my lip, watching the curve of her back dip as she reaches her tender spot, she inhaled sharply, letting her lips fall open—my gentle jerks pump faster.

Licking my lips to the sight of her gorgeous peach-bottom, soaked and plump—I'm ready for the real thing.

Gently tapping my knuckles against the glass door of the shower, I can see her jump back slightly startled.

"Freddie?," She gasps, rubbing the water from her eyes.

"No, darling, a Girl Scout. I've got your special package....right here," I groan the last of my words, feeling the urgency of my blood pumping me thicker.

She giggles, popping the door open, revealing her wet body. "What were you up to in there, my love?," I play coy.

"Waiting for you...you took so long," Her eyes trail down to my hand. I keep a steady jerking movement, feeling even more excited to watch her watching me.

"Are you going to just continue watching, or are you ready to give me the business, sir?," Her hand quickly smacks mine away from my stiff cock, yanking me towards her on demand.

"I'll toss your cookies, baby. Wait and see,"

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Cherie:

Pressing his body against mine, my back is cold to the wet tiles of the shower. As the water cascades down on us, his soft kisses love me tenderly. His lips trace down my neck while his hands massage my breasts, twisting and tugging my nipples between his fingertips.

He pulls away then, breaking the heat between us. I act quickly moving forward to wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him back to me, but he's smirking. A stubborn smirk as he eyes me, gingerly placing a pecking kiss on my nose.

"Uh...what are you doing?," I ask, feeling the impatience build up inside of me.

"Lathering you up darling, you're already nice and wet," he explains as he reaches for the soap bottle.

Squeezing the creamy liquid into his palms, he spreads the suds across my chest and shoulders working his fingers into my skin. "Argh, that feels so good," I moan as the pent up stress finds release from his massage.

"Just repaying the favor," he smiles while smoothing his hands between my tits, down to my stomach until he reaches my pulsing point. With a quick switch, his hands slide back up to my shoulders and behind my back.

As Freddie slides his hands down my spine, his body is presses firmly against mine. When his hands rest just underneath the weight of my bum, his middle finger on one hand glides up the break, as his other hand spanks me quickly.

And then he stops.

"Now do me," he chuckles at my pout of disappointment as he turns around, picking up the soap bottle once again to hand it to me.

"Did you not ask me to join you in the shower?," He innocently plays with my emotions, peaking down at me from behind his shoulder.

Fine. I can be a tease and I'll be better at it, too.

Snatching the soap from his hands I begin to rub it generously into his wet skin. The creases of his back muscles make me want to attack him instead.

But, I'll wait.

I press my hard nipples to his back, massaging my tits onto him, my hands still soaping-up his chest as a deep hum escapes his lips. Stretching my hands out to grab as much of him as possible— I admit, I can't be a tease when I'm this needy for his love.

My arms around his hips, I start to soap up his bouncing, eager cock. The slippery reach makes my jerking motions a tease without even meaning to. Freddie's head falls back to mine, his breathing quicker, his whimpers- deadly.

"You like that, Papi?,"

"Ahuhhh...," His head nods over and over again, intensifying as my tugging grip tightens on his stiff shaft.

"Does your cock need me now...," I whisper in Freddie's ear, balancing his tightening scrotum in the palm of my hand, rubbing circles with my thumb onto each testicle, tickling the sensitive spot just behind his sac, until his shivers become too much to bare.

Stepping out of my grasp, he pushes me by one shoulder, into the corner of the shower until he can dominate my stand before me again. His arms loop behind my thighs, two handfuls of ass, and he lifts me up, using his hips to press me against the tile.

His approach is much more gentler than I thought he'd be. The never ending pleasure he exudes just from one simple touch is all mesmerizing. His large, soft hands glide down my thighs, caressing every slight curve that's left. I pretzel my legs around his waist, securing myself to stay suspended as we kiss.

Freddie's fingertips tickle the skin between my legs, he reaches into my folds, rubbing my sweet spot with just the right amount of tingling sensation. He's still teasing but kindly, as his mouth parts from mine. His lips touching my lips , his eyes adoringly melting into mine, just as his breath hitches, his staff crucifying me— "FUUUCK!!".

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We lie together on the pullout couch in the living room. The guys have all long since went to bed, or maybe we scared them off. Hahhaha, who knows.

I wish these moments would last forever. Freddie holds me closer to him while I try to adjust myself. His body hot and sweaty, still even after a couple of hours of cuddling here.

His quietness worries me. I can hear his breathing slow and steady. His hands never stop roaming my body, he's always got his fingers feeling me.

Peering up at him from this angle is always something to do in slow takes.

Slowly glancing at the perfect "V" beneath the shadows of his chin....the little dip underneath his plump bottom lip.

As his mouth stays slightly ajar in his relaxed state, his teeth dominate his mustache. Seemingly, completely at ease, his eyes cast down to catch me staring. His sharp cheeks rise, two dimples rounding his chin and one on either side of the points of his smile— I take him in slowly, still.

Freddie's lips close and he silently asks for a kiss. "I love you far too much to ever let anyone else have you, even if that somebody else is God— if that makes him smite me, if that makes me go to hell, we'll then Angel, I'm taking you down there with me.,"

His words are random for this moment. And now he's got me worried about what's been on his mind. Besides, I don't know how to respond to such sweetness. At least, not right now.

It feels wrong.

He's not being genuine.

I bet he misses Jim.

"You little spoiled thing," I giggle against his throat before a placing a quick nip to his skin.

His smile lights up my entire heart. He still sends tingles rushing through my being with a single glance. That sparkle in his eyes, the shining of his pure love is completely captivating.

And all I do is destroy him.

I'm so sad inside, but I'm all alone.

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Ceci clutches her coat closed tightly as she gets out of her car to walk up the front steps of Garden Lodge. She's been coming by every day to feed the Mercury cats and to check on the security cameras of the estate.

As she opens the door she hears a loud purring noise followed by a whispering coo. "That's right darling...I've missed you, too..."

A mans deep voice makes Ceci freeze in her tracks upon opening the front door. It's a voice she recognizes, but still she wonders how on earth he got in and what he was doing there.

She turns on her heels to try her best to shut the door quickly and quietly as possible. But it didn't work out the way she'd hoped.

With her back still turned she hears him approaching by the loud clacks of his shoes against the marble floor title.

"Ceci dear, I've been waiting for you...,"

Jim steps out of the living room, just passed the doorway with Romeo in his arms.

"Y-you have?," She questions, trying to keep her trembling at a minimum. She didn't know Jim to be dangerous. Actually, she knew him to be a very kind man. So why is she suddenly feeling a weight of doom over her shoulders from his presence?

"Why is that? What are you doing here?," She continues to walk into the house, trying to seem as calm as she can.

She walks into the kitchen to see Oscar waiting patiently by his feeding bowls. He meows his greeting when he sees her, but arches his back with vigilant eyes glaring at Jim.

As Ceci bends down to retrieve the cat food from the bottom cabinet to feed them their dinner, Jim is watching her cautiously.

She stand to see him let Romeo down to eat and smiling down at the cats hungrily chewing on their food.

"What are you doing here, Jim? The Mercury's aren't home they've-,"

"They're gone on tour. Yes. I know," he nods while sitting at the kitchen table. Waving his hand to the seat across from him for Ceci to join him.

As she sits down at the table directly across from him, she feels the cloud of doom swarm around her. Just as she takes a deep breath to try and relax her nerves, from his pocket Jim pulls a gun, placing it on the table.

"I need to get to Freddie's safe, Ceci. I know you have the passcodes...," He rises slowly from his seat, standing behind Ceci. He brushes her hair from her shoulder, bending down to speak directly into her ear.

"If you don't give them to me...something terrible will happen to your precious Mercury's...,"

"I don't know anything! I'm only the nanny. Why would I have codes to any-,"

"Don't play dumb with me little girl!," Jim roars. "I need the code to the money safe...I've seen it. I know you have, too,"

Ceci whimpers when she feels the cold casing of the gun slide down the side of her face. The barrel stops at her ear. "You make the choice...it's either you...or them..."

"Jim, I swear! I don't know anything! Please! No," Ceci's breathing hikes up. She starts to cry hysterically though she tries with all her might to hold it in. She can't stop the panic.

Jim was beginning to lose his cool. He was trying to help fix things, not make them worse. Why would the nanny be lying to save her bosses from harm? They can't be paying her that much, maybe he should try to just unnoticeably remove a few things from the home...maybe somebody would pay steep cash, he thought.

He takes a deep breath, releasing Ceci's pounding temple from the graze of the the gun. Instead, he walks slowly back to his seat and pulls out his phone to send a quick message to Jimmy.

Text messages:

Jim: Shes not cooperating. She doesn't know anything about the safe or codes. Now what?

On the other end of the line, Jimmy waits impatiently waiting for news. He didn't want to make things the hard way, but for whatever reason that was something he knew Cherie loved to do to him. She did it on purpose, just to rile him! The fucking whore always loves a good show, he smirked to himself as he read Jim's message.

Text message:

Jimmy: Bring her with. She'll do it for us.

Yes, jimmy wanted revenge but mostly he was driven mad with jeaously. He wanted to have everything that Freddie has. The perfect, most beautiful wife. As many children as he wants. Stardom with his band. And more money than he'd ever be able to spend in his lifetime.

So that's the ticket. Jim's thoughts were on retrieving enough money to get jimmy to lay off. Jim is still in love with Freddie. He thinks about him every second of every day, wondering if he'd ever get a second chance at love.

But if he could be selfless now, for the sake of Freddie's happiness, then it would mean he was completely done being a monster. If he could save Freddie and his family from jimmys master plan— then he'd do anything to do so. Anything to make sure that Freddie is happy.

"W-what are you going to do to m-me?," Ceci asks, trembling terribly, keeping her eyes on Jim's pained facial expressions. Jim gets up from his seat, angrily kicking the chair out from under him.

Twisting Ceci's arm to rise up with him, she cringes and squeals in pain, "You're coming with me."