by Donna Raider
“We can’t go to the hotel yet,” Amber pointed out. “I’m sure there will be a crowd waiting there for the boys.”
“I have to get out of these leather pants,” Mika cried. “I’m dying.”
“I’ll be happy to take them off you, darling,” Leah offered. The bus occupants started laughing. “I… I mean, oh, what the heck.” She waved her hand, and Mika’s attire became a pair of light-colored jeans and a light blue hoodie.
“Oh,” thank you. That feels so much better.” Mika exhaled deeply.
Leah bit her lip. She ran her hands through Mika’s hair. Her black hair became the blonde Leah loved, and the sideburns disappeared. “It’s good to have my beautiful wife back,” she sighed.
“Can we go back to Ellen’s Diner?” The boys cried in unison. “We can sing along.”
“Great idea,” Emily chimed in. She had hit it off with one of the waitresses and wanted to catch up with her again.
“We can walk to our penthouse from there,” Mika breathed softly into Leah’s ear.
“Is now too soon,” Mika grinned as the bus pulled up to the curb.
“Get us a table,” Amber said, “I’ll park this in the hotel and catch a cab back.
“No,” Leah said, recalling their encounter with the men during their previous trip. “Mika and I will take it back. It is too dangerous for a beautiful woman alone at night.”
Amber smiled at her, “Thank you, for the concern and the compliment.”
Mika slid into the driver’s seat and her wife climbed thru the bus to sit beside her. “I’m so going to make this a night you will never forget,” Leah promised.
“Believe me, honey, I remember every detail of every night I’ve ever spent with you,” Mika murmured.
Leah slowly raked her perfectly manicured nails from Mika’s knee, up her thigh, to the button on her jeans. As Mika pulled away from the curb, Leah slid down her zipper. It was all Mika could do to keep the bus moving. “Honey,” she begged, “please, I’m about to go blind. Just let me get this bus into the parking garage.” She finally parked the bus without wrecking it.
Mika loudly groaned as she slid under Leah in the passenger seat. Mika knew the others were waiting for them but didn’t care. Leah was all that mattered.
“Do you know what you do to me when you grind your way across that stage?” Leah softly moaned as she slid her skirt up to her waist and settled herself onto Mika’s lap. She gasped as Mika pulled her down against her, “Oh, God, Mika, yes! Please.”
Leah devoured her lips, demanding entrance Mika freely granted. “I’ve got to have this,” she cried as Mika held her tightly. Their breaths came in ragged gasps as they moved together to please each other. Leah’s screams echoed throughout the parking garage, and Mika chanted her name.
Leah slumped against Mika’s chest, spent for the time being. They both knew this was only the beginning. A quick fix for the desire raging within them.
“Now, I think I can dine with our son and friends without embarrassing anyone.” Leah smiled as she kissed Mika slowly. “You have no idea how arousing your performances are.”
“You have no idea what you do to me,” Mika whispered against her swollen lips. “I can’t…I just can’t … get enough of you.” She kissed her way down Leah’s neck to the top button on her blouse. Mika’s hand unbuttoned Leah’s blouse to expose more of her beautiful body. Leah inhaled sharply when Mika’s lips encircled her nipple and she gently caressed it with her tongue. Mika’s other hand was on her back, holding Leah firmly, allowing no escape from Mika’s demanding mouth and body.
“Mika” Leah gasped her name sending a new fire through her. “Baby, I can’t. Oh, ah, Please, Mika. Please don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
She cried out Mika’s name repeatedly as if the very sound of it would bring her release and it did.
Leah lay her head on Mika’s breast, and Mika kissed her hair. “I couldn’t believe you threw your bra on the stage,” she chuckled. “You’re just a wanton woman.”
“I am, it’s true,” Leah whispered still trying to make her vocal cords work. “I just got caught up in the thrill of it all. You’re lucky I didn’t run up on stage and do to you what I was thinking.”
“I assume that is what we are doing now,” Mika grinned, “and I love it.”
Mika glanced at the clock on the dash. “We’ve been gone an hour. Can you make us look presentable and transport us to the diner?”
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Everyone was halfway through their meal when Mika and Leah arrived. “I ordered for you,” Richie smiled, “so you could eat with us.”
Mika silently thanked their son for being so intuitive.
Ruth’s eyes narrowed as the couple entered Ellen’s Diner. “You’re so bad,” she whispered in Leah’s ear. “So, so, bad.”
“I was just getting my bra back,” the mayor said softly, grinning mischievously.
“Oh, yeah, she’s got that loved on look,” Emily growled to Amber.
Richie hoped the other boys wouldn’t notice how radiant his mother was. He knew that look. He had to admit he had never seen it on anyone else. Hopefully, it was just a look magic queens got when they were happy.
As they talked and laughed, the waitresses realized who the boys were. “Where is your lead singer,” one of them asked.
“He was pretty tired,” Richie laughed. “He’s an old guy. Has trouble keeping up with us.” Everyone at the table joined into Richie’s laughter.
Much to the other diners’ delight some of the singing servers talked the boys into singing with them. After about an hour of entertaining Ellen’s patrons, Leah suggested they call it a night. “The boys have another performance tomorrow night,” she reminded the adults.
Emily put her arm around Richie’s shoulders. “Richie and I are going to check out Time Square,” she declared, “then we’ll be back at the hotel.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Leah smiled impatiently. “He needs to get some rest.”
“Come on, Madam Mayor,” Emily whined, “do you always have to be a wet blanket?”
“Why don’t we all go,” Mika suggested.
“You know,” Emily snapped. “I know my way around New York, and I want some alone time with my son. We don’t want your company.”
“It’s okay, Mom,” Richie took Leah’s hand. He could see the anger building in her deep brown eyes. “I’ll just go with her for a few minutes then get back to the hotel. We’ll be okay.”
Amber and Ruth took the other boys back to the hotel. Mika and Leah returned to their penthouse.
For Leah, watching Mika perform was like an aphrodisiac.
For Mika, performing was an incredible adrenaline high, from which only her wife could bring her down.
They always seemed to make the nighttime their time. The time when they shared actions and whispered words only lovers share. Mika satiated her desire for her, and Leah drained the adrenaline from Mika’s system until they lay gasping for air, trying to calm the heart beating in their chest.
They fell asleep as the cloudy day welcomed the city with the beginning of a light snow.
A phone call from Marcus roused them a little before noon. Leah answered, turning on the speakerphone. “Don’t forget dress rehearsal at one today,” he said cheerily. “Also, after the show tonight, we have a VIP reception upstairs. It would be a tremendous favor to me if all of you could be there, especially your lead singer. Some very supportive patrons want to meet all of you.”
“Yes, we can do that,” Leah agreed. “We will need to post our security wherever the band goes.
“No problem. I have arranged for a private dressing room for your star and one for the boys, so they can change clothes before appearing at the reception. I’m sure that leather gets hot after a couple of hours on stage.” Marcus added. “I don’t suppose you would consider a Sunday matinee performance. I could sell it out tonight.”
“No,” Leah laughed. “We want to get back home
.” She thanked him for arranging for the dressing rooms and then hung up the phone.
Mika raised an eyebrow, surprised that Leah had agreed to the reception. “After tonight we will be through with all this,” Leah smiled. “It’s the least we can do considering we almost ruined the man’s career. If you hadn’t helped him, I think he would be a suicide by now.”
“Umm,” Mika teased as she kissed her, “and everyone told me you were evil.”
“Not evil,” Leah grinned salaciously, “just very, very bad, but only for you.”
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At two minutes of one, Leah transported them behind the backstage curtain of the Music Hall. They both wore jeans and stylish jackets. “Wow, you always make me look good,” Mika laughed, checking out her jacket and shirt.
Mika watched her walk away. “Oh, but you look gorgeous.” She caught Leah before she stepped from behind the curtain and pulled her back against her breasts. “What you do to a pair of jeans is almost criminal,” Mika whispered into her ear, inhaling the scent of Leah that always made her heart stutter. Leah turned in Mika’s arms, changed her hair, added the sideburns and dressed her in leather. “I forgot it is a dress rehearsal. I’m going to sit out front,” she kissed Mika quickly and walked away.
Leah took the seat she always occupied during Mika’s performances, front row, center. A Music Hall employee quickly approached her and informed her she wasn’t allowed to watch the rehearsal. Without a word, her glare sent the employee scurrying off into the dark recesses of the theater. You simply don’t confront some women, he thought.
After rehearsal, Leah joined her wife and son backstage. “I thought we might all go to a late lunch together,” she smiled at Richie.
“I would love to do that, Mom,” the boy grinned as he hugged her and quickly kissed her on the cheek. He is getting tall, Leah thought.
“Give me just a minute,” Mika begged. “I’ve got to get out of these pants. Whose idea was the leather anyway?”
“I’ll give you a hand, dear,” Leah smiled as she slipped her arm through Mika’s.
“Ten minutes, Mom. No more,” Richie raised his eyebrows.
They slipped into the dressing room. “This is nice and clean,” Leah surveyed the room that had been provided for her wife.
“They have treated us very nicely,” Mika noted as Leah redressed her in the jeans and jacket she had on originally. “They even told us we could spend the night here. Sit on the bed. It is comfortable.”
“I’d rather stay in our penthouse,” Leah answered, sitting on the bed. “It’s ours.”
Mika grabbed Leah’s hands and pulled her to her feet. She kissed her slowly and hungrily, letting her know how much she wanted to stay in the dressing room. “We had better go while I still can,” she mumbled against Leah’s lips.
“Yay!” Yelled Richie as they rejoined the band. “Pay up Emily.” The sheriff pulled a twenty out of her pocket and handed it to her son. “Emily bet me twenty dollars you wouldn’t get back in ten minutes,” Richie said gleefully. “I knew you would.” He didn’t tell them how Emily had gone into detail about why they wouldn’t be on time.
At lunch, Leah told the boys about the VIP reception after the performance. They were excited. “What about the rest of us,” Emily made a sweeping motion including Samson, Delilah, Amber, and Ruth.
“I explained the boys could only make an appearance if their security detail is allowed,” Leah smiled. “Of course, you will all be allowed to attend the reception. Each of you will be responsible for a boy. It will be your responsibility to see that boy gets to his hotel room safely. Of course, Mika and I will be responsible for Richie.”
“I don’t think so,” the sheriff bellowed. “I will personally be responsible for Richie.”
Richie cringed and looked at Leah for help. Emily had already explained to him how he would make a great wingman. He could get the teenager girls, and she’d get their mothers. He wanted no part of that, but Emily was insistent.
“I feel Richie would be safer with us,” Leah leveled her deadliest glare at Emily.
“Okay,” the sheriff growled. “But I don’t agree.”
Their final performance was even more spectacular than their prior one. Mika and the boys put everything they had into every song. Mika had decided against the leather pants, wearing a pair of skintight jeans instead.
As the curtain opened, the crowd screamed, and wolf whistled forcing the band to play an instrumental to calm them down so they could hear Mika when she started singing.
“How did she get those jeans so tight?” Ruth squealed. “I hope they aren’t cutting off the circulation to anything important to you.”
Leah started to answer when she saw three women helping each other climb over her knights guarding the stage. With a nod of her head, she froze them where they were leaving them to hang on the Knights for the duration of the concert.
“These people are dangerous,” she yelled to Ruth.
“But completely understandable,” Ruth grinned. “She’s unbelievably hot, Leah. How do you keep your hands off her?”
“I don’t,” Leah answered truthfully.
As she always did, Mika led Leah onto the stage and sang the last song to her. They bowed, slowly backing behind the curtain as it slid closed. Everyone sprinted for the waiting elevator that went to the dressing rooms. The Samson family, Ruth, and Amber were already there.
“We will meet you at the reception,” Emily glared. “Please try to get there before it is over.”
As Mika closed and locked the door to the dressing room, Leah threw her against the door, kissing her as if there were no tomorrow. Their hands were all over each other, trying desperately to squelch the burning desire they had for one another. Leah instantly dropped their clothes to the floor and softly moaned as Mika lifted her and put her on the bed. “No foreplay,” Leah moaned. “Just…Oh! My God, Mika.” Her breath left her body. “Baby, baby, yes! You know what I want.” She bit Mika’s shoulder to smother her screams. Mika buried her face in Leah’s neck and hair to muffle her cries as they satisfied their raw lust for each other. Their names were each other’s’ mantra as they tried without success to quench their needs. They wanted to stay in each other’s arms all night but knew they had a responsibility to their son and the boys. They had taken the edge off their desire. They knew they would be back in each other’s arms as soon as they could gracefully extricate themselves from the reception.
Leah had put on her black panties, bra, and full, black slip. Mika pulled on her black jeans and slipped into a long-sleeve blouse. She left it unbuttoned as she brushed her teeth. Richie knocked on the door, screaming something about an emergency. Leah began crawling across the king size bed to reach the door, as Mika opened the door for their son. Mika was barefoot, wearing nothing but her jeans and unbuttoned blouse. The door was kicked open, and camera flashes lit up the hallway as the paparazzi had a field day with the sexy shot. By the time Mika and her wife made it to the reception, the photo had been sold to an A&E website. It was making its way around the world. It seemed once again, the two were the subject of the night’s viral photo and newsrooms.
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When Mika and Leah entered the reception, a roar of applause went around the room. Marcus rushed forward to greet them, eager to introduce them to his wealthy patrons. He studied Mika, who was still in her Elvis persona. “You…are you the priest?’
Mika and Leah nodded. Marcus shook his head.
“I see you two have already stolen the coverage on tonight’s news and internet sites,” a distinguished-looking man commented as he was introduced to the couple.
Leah suppressed a blush as she considered what type of photo the paparazzi had taken.
“Just one of the many reasons we don’t want to be in show business,” Mika grimaced.
“You have a gorgeous wife,” the gentleman gestured toward Leah. “If I were you, I would certainly keep her out of this rat race and away from the bloodsuckers.”
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Mika nodded then turned to her wife and said, “May I have this dance?”
Leah smiled and moved gracefully into her arms. Leah had chosen an exquisite evening gown that fit her perfect curves all the way to the floor; Dark red with her signature slit up to mid-thigh.
As they danced, others kept trying to cut in to dance with her wife. Mika politely refused to relinquish her hold on the dark-haired beauty.
“Would you like something to drink?” Mika asked as the dance ended and they found a table. Ruth and Richie rushed to join them.
“Please, baby,” Leah smiled at Mika, eyes glistening.
“Wow, have you seen all the big shots that are here tonight,” Ruth grinned. “Movie stars, singers, the mayor of New York, even a king of some foreign country. The place is crawling with princes and princesses.”
Leah nodded. She was watching her wife. Mika had only gotten ten feet away from her when a flaming redhead slipped her arm through Mika’s and tried to drag her in a different direction. As if in quicksand, Mika was engulfed by beautiful women vying for her attention. Leah was okay with the conversation, but when they began to put their hands on her wife, the wicked queen reared her jealous head. She controlled the urge to demonstrate spontaneous combustion on the dozen or so women.
Leah looked around the room, taking in the heavy drapery that covered the windows and dropped gracefully to the ballroom floor. A lift of her eyebrow and the drapes nearest the crowd of women around her wife burst into flames. The women scattered, screaming as if they were on fire.
Quick thinking waiters immediately extinguished the fire as Mika continued to the bar for their drinks.
“Nicely done,” Mika smiled as she placed Leah’s wine on the table in front of her. “I am glad you didn’t burst them into flames.”
“The thought did cross my mind,” Leah scowled.
Emily joined them with a wealthy socialite and her teenage daughter in tow. She introduced them to Mika and Richie, nudging Richie to ask the girl to dance.
Ever the gentleman, Richie invited the girl to dance. “Did you see those curtains burst into flames?” the girl exclaimed as he led her to the floor.