Eurovision queen

chapter 2

Maggie had liked the song, but she did not think it would lead to her to be potentially singing in a studio again!
As soon as Simon explained the situation she saw visions of people buying records and CD’s in music shops with her face on the cover. She saw herself being a guest star on a tv show or on a huge stadium tour with her own entourage and a private jet.
All her previous dreams about being a star had been rekindled.
Then again, whoever it was had not seen either of them in person yet. There was still every chance they would be rejected, the song would be given to someone else to sing. They would reap all the glory. The executives would find a way of creaming off the majority of the royalties to that all that was left for Simon was a tiny pittance that was barely enough to get by on. She knew these people. They hid behind legal jargon. She knew of loads of bands and solo artists who had been ripped off by their management. Management were in charge of scheduling too. She was not going to work every single day, without a break for three years. Not only would her voice be wrecked by them, her whole physical and mental well-being would be wrecked. The execs would drop her then and put their money into someone else and work them to the bone.
Nor was she going to attend charity events until the early hours, then have to get up in the morning to appear bright and breezy of children’s tv in the morning. She was NOT going to use drugs to get her through a ridiculous schedule.
Still, getting that invitation in the first place was a starting point.

She sat down with Simon to celebrate. She opened up a bottle of wine. She would have preferred champagne, but she did not have any in the house.
Simon was not much of a wine drinker. He preferred beer. He couldn’t drink much more than one glass either because he had the van outside. Driving was part of his job. If he was caught drinking and driving, he would not be able to work. His dad would not pay his wages out of sympathy. He knew that. Indeed, outsiders always thought that he had things easy because of his dad and the shop. Well, he might have been given his job, but he’d had to earn it. He’d had to go to college to become an electrician, then he’d had to go to study with the manufacturers to find out about the inner workings of all of the keyboards and organs that they sold. His dad did not just expect him to pass. His dad expected him to excel. If a test had a 75% pass rate, he would have to get above 90% to satisfy his father. It had been hard. They had fallen out many times over the same thing.
From a young age he had been taught music. He could play the piano to a reasonable standard, and knew his music theory, but he had switched to guitar as soon as he realised what rock and roll was about. He could play classical guitar and electric guitar. He knew the technical aspects of how the sound was produced through the amplifier and all of the inner workings. He had to. If his parents had to go away anywhere, he was expected to run the shop. He was expected to be able to demonstrate any instrument that they sold in the shop and discuss at length any issues that they were having with their instruments. He ought to be able to recommend products to knowledgable customers and for them to trust his judgement he had to win them over with his wit and charm. Most of his day to day job was troubleshooting and routine. Working in the shop was often hours of standing around waiting for customers to come through the door. Most of the items they sold in the shop were high value for a niche market, so they didn’t get much footfall. His dad enticed more people in The shop by offering music lessons in his soundproofed room at the back. He sold sheet music and other instruments too, but concentrated on electric keyboards and electric pianos.

By the time he had finished babbling on about the shop, he realised Maggie had refilled his glass. If he left in the next half hour, he might be able to catch a tram and the last bus home. He would have to blag a lift from someone in the shop tomorrow to retrieve the van...
then again, if he was having a drink, he might as well make it worth while! He could not afford a taxi home, but he was sure he could sleep in the back of the van between the bits of speakers, amplifiers and organs that were stashed there. There were still blankets in there from a trip to a music festival a year ago when he had slept in the back of the van with three friends. It had certainly been better than stopping in a tent!
While he had been thinking about where and how he was going to go to sleep that night, Maggie had been telling him about her failed career in the music business. He listened to what she had to say, truly he did, it was just his mind kept wandering about the practicalities of staying in the van. His dad would not be pleased if he turned up for work tomorrow, unwashed with his teeth not brushed, wearing the same shirt. If he left extra early, he might be able to get a quick wash at the motorway services. There was a knitwear shop there. He could ditch the shirt, buy a jumper, have his breakfast and brush his teeth there. He was sure he could get away without shaving for one day.
He was much too young for Maggie. He fancied her, but he had no real expectations of getting together with her.

But then the wine started to flow more easily. Maggie had been on her own for so long and now she had this boy, who fancied her, on her doorstep. She was not going to turn him away!
She got him drunk so that he was not in full control. As she had more to drink, she became more flirty with him. She unbuttoned her blouse so that he could see her ample breasts better. She’d put so much weight on recently that they were barely contained in her bra.
She saw his eyes divert from her face to her breasts. He watched them wiggle as she moved. She knew she had him just where she wanted him now. He looked dazed as she took off her blouse altogether.
His hand reached out to touch, but she swatted it away. She danced provocatively in front of him, her breasts were the star attraction. His eyes followed them as they moved.
She had him stand up and strip off to his underwear. She rubbed herself up against him, not allowing him to use his hands to touch her. When she was sure he was sufficiently aroused, she took off her clothing too until she was standing in her underwear. Now she kissed him, she allowed him to put an arm around her waist. She was worried about the spare tyre she had around her waist, but it did not seem to concern him. Who was she kidding? There was more than one spare tyre around her middle!
She laid him down on the sofa then laid down on top of him. She pushed her loins into his, then relaxed as she kissed him. She sat up, her legs astride his loins and too, off her bra. She allowed him to fondle her breasts. When he kissed and sucked them , it took her to a higher level of arousal. She was ready to be fucked now. She pulled down her knickers and threw them away and pulled down his underpants. Then she rode him into heaven!

Afterwards, she opened her eyes. She was hungry! This always happened after good sex. She could hear her stomach grumbling. She needed something sweet to eat! Now!
She rolled Simon off her and told him to find her something suitable to eat.
Simon had just had the best sex ever! He was tired. He just wanted to relax and sleep. He was not sure what was expected of him, but he did as he was told.
In the kitchen, he found a small shop bought carrot cake. He took off the packaging and cut off a couple of small slices. He brought them to where Maggie lay, expecting one would be for him and one for her.
“Feed me!” She demanded.
Simon was not sure what she meant, but he cut off a bite sized piece of the cake with a dessert fork and gave it to her. The single slice soon disappeared, but it was not enough. “More!” She demanded as she bucked her hips.
He fed her the slice he had cut for himself. Still it was not enough!
Feeling astounded and rather appalled, but turned on by her greed, he brought her the rest of the cake. He could hardly believe that she consumed it all, then wanted more sex, this time with him on top. The focus was no longer on her breasts, it was on her round, slightly swollen belly.