Eurovision queen

chapter 6

Maggie insisted on going out to lunch to celebrate. She was going to be a Eurovision star! They could have simply gone to a little cafe for a sandwich, or even to a pub, but she insisted on going to a fancy restaurant and having a full slap up three course meal. In actual fact it was more than three courses because she ate half of his too, plus at least a bottle and a half of wine! His head was spinning and he’d only drank the half bottle.
Simon had never met anyone with an appetite like Maggie’s it was as if she was never satisfied unless she was completely full.
From the restaurant, they headed back to the hotel, via Marks and Spencer’s Food Court. He had no idea when she was planning to eat all this rubbish because they still had snacks left over from yesterday.
He did try to tell her. He tried to persuade her not to eat quite so much, but, well, he was coming to realise that he was a little scared of her. He was so much older than she was and therefore, she was supposed to know what to do. Now he was starting to think that he was the sensible one, not her. He wished he had her confidence to go about his life doing what he wanted to do, without worrying about what anyone thought of him. Instead, he was too timid and shy to have any friends away from the shop. Yes, he could play the guitar and he knew a bit about keyboards. He could be an absolutely brilliant musician, but what use was that if he could not get up on the stage and perform?

Maggie selected something of the snacks and lay on the bed. She put the telly on and started eating as she relaxed.
She pulled off her tight jeggings and the tunic, so that she was just lying there in her underwear. Her breasts were trying to escape from her bra that was too small and her belly pooched out above her knickers. She gave it a slap, making it wobble all over the place. She giggled, inviting Simon to lie alongside her and feed her.
He did as he was told. He did not see the point in arguing. She would win because she could put her point over much better than he could. He wanted to tell her that she needed to be more careful with what she ate. If she was going to get through the first round in ‘A Song For Europe’ she was going to have to look good. Fashion preferred a tall, slim figure. She was neither of those, so had to work extra hard to look good.
They made love and she ate some more, then slept. That evening she ordered a takeaway pizza to be delivered to her room. She looked forward to her breakfast the next day before having another meeting to see if the executives had made any decisions yet. There was one decision they had already made that she knew nothing about... yet.