"Ohhh.. you are soo bad!" Spangna purred in a sultry and sexy voice as she sat up, "Thank you for that generous tip Stevio3365!" She said as she ran her hands down her sides.
Spangna was dressed In black and red lingerie as she snapped her suspender belts, "A special offer only tonight! Ahundred tokens and I'll flash my tits! Oh my God I love you boys so much!" She said as she watched all the comments flash upwards on the chat site.
"I'm glad you liked the cum show! I know I really enjoyed it! I love letting you all pick the toy for the evening, " Spangna said as she read the comments, "Nah, I'm not doing private shows after the main show tonight as my parents are back tonight, and I have college tomorrow...which fucking sucks as I'm shit at learning, but I practically have a degree in fucking!" She said.
Her door bleeped, and Marcel walked into the apartment. He tossed his card key and armband onto the small table.
Spangna leant to look over, and she saw Marcel walk into the kitchen.
Spangna turned back to her screen, "Ohh! What am I doing tomorrow? It's date night! One of you lucky boys get to have a virtual date with me! We'll eat together on cam, then... you get to do whatever you want to me... " Spangna said in a girlish and seductive voice, "Mmm yes! I'll need sex soo badly! The dirtier you are, the better! Token bidding starts tomorrow!"
She smiled into the camera. "Ohh you all are soo naughty! Yeah, I'll flash my arse!" She said as she turned around and slapped her backside, then pulled her panties down, bending forwards slightly.
The constant pings of tips filled the air as Spangna writhed and moaned as she slipped her hand down the front of her panties, "Ahhh...ohhh..."
Marcel walked in and sat on the sofa and poured tea into a china teacup. He had not even taken his top hat or heavy coat off.
Spangna was moaning in the background as Marcel poured out two glasses of red wine.
Spangna turned to her camera, doe eyed and lusty as her braids fell onto her face, "Oohhhh... Ohhh I love you all! I wish you could all fuck me, one after the other! I have only..." Spangna paused to look over at Marcel, who held up two gloved fingers as he took a sip of tea, then reached for the glass of wine.
Spangna continued as Marcel sipped from the wine while he reclined back on the sofa watching a French program on the flat screen, "...Two minutes left before I have to go, get naked and fuck myself again. Honestly you all! My fantasy is to lay on the wet grass of a field and have you all fuck me, any way you like. I can't get enough! I'm a dirty little whore and my parents have no idea! Don't tell on me!" Spangna continued, as the tips flooded in.
"Okay boys and girls! I have to go, masturbate and finish my homework! See you tomorrow!" She said waving adorably as she cut the live stream.
Spangna got up excitedly and rushed into the living room. "Marce!" She said as she fell to her knees in front of him on the floor and pulled his thighs apart as she leant in, "What do you want to have for your tea? I know what I want in my mouth..." She said as she unbuckled his belts and the front of his trousers.
"I know what I want to eat." Marcel said as he took a sip of his red wine, then looked her up and down in her lingerie, "You are very, beutiful. You excite me."
Spangna smiled so widely it showed off her dimples, "For once...you're not being practical!"
Marcel then looked over at the door and pointed, "By the way, we need a hat stand." Marcel said as he bent forward slightly, so that Spangna could kiss him easier.
Spangna laughed over his strange humour, that only she saw as he rarely ever displayed it to others.
"Ohh you donut! Anyway, only you wear a hat." She giggled as she sat between his legs.
"And where, do you propose to hang your coat?" He asked.
"I don't!" She said, before pointing on the floor behind the sofa, "I bung it on the sofa...or the floor." She added.
Marcel looked in despair at the pile of clothes on the floor, "What is wrong with you British." He said.
Spangna got up and threw her arms around Marcel's neck, "Why did you throw me out of that meeting earlier? And what did Madam Dolores want, afterwards?"
"Ohh.. sex, again." Marcel said, unimpressed.
Spangna smiled widely, "Eww...! Her cunt must be like the bloody Sahara! You don't fancy eating her out, then?"
Marcel made a coughing movement as he wretched, "Mercy! Please.. "
"So she doesn't do it for you, huh?" Spangna teased.
"Most certainly not! She is a business partner, and I respect her, but it makes it even more difficult when she approaches me with sexual advances. Yet, the other day, was the first day that she has offered to straight up pay me for the experience." Marcel said, as he untied his elaborate necktie.
"Has she always lusted after you?" Spangna asked.
"Yes, but we do not speak of it, but some of her children must know, yet, she denies it. It is a problem." Marcel answered with a sigh.
"I'm happy as I was considered the least likely to bang you." She said with a grin.
"I do not 'bang' anyone." Marcel said as he reached for his vaper.
Spangna laughed, "Okay, if you say so. You know who everyone thought may hook up with you?"
Marcel rolled his eyes, "Who? And by the way, I do not 'hook up' either."
"Everyone thought that you and Ellie König would hook up." Spangna said.
"Haha... Impossible." Marcel answered.
"Why?" Spangna asked.
"Ellie, is a lesbian." Marcel said as he leant over to pick up a new refill for his vape.
"Really? How do you know that?" Spangna asked surprised.
"She told me. Also, It came up in conversation. Though I can tell anyway." Marcel said.
"Wow...you must know each other well to have conversations like that!" Spangna said.
Marcel raised his eyebrows, "We speak alot."
Spangna smiled at Marcel, "I lusted after you the first day I saw you, sitting in a corner, in the silver star. Did you want me the first time you saw me?" Spangna asked.
"No, I did not. But, I felt a softness for you. Espacially when I come into the waiting room, and I call you for your interview, and you are on your hands and knees, with the whole contents of your bag all over the waiting room floor." Marcel recalled as he shook his head.
Spangna turned and sat up on her knees on the sofa, and started to unbutton the top of his plastic coat, and his white shirt underneath, "That's because, I had just found out that you were going to interview me personally! And I was trying to tart myself up at the last minute, and couldn't find all my makeup! I tipped my bag out and my shit went everywhere! Rolling under the seats and everything! Then, I'm crawling around on my hands and knees, reaching under chairs, trying to pick it all up. Then I bump into your legs, and as I looked up at you, I felt...a total twat." She giggled.
Marcel smiled at her as she unbuttoned his shirt, "I remember then, you did sit up on your knees, and then, you said..."
They both finished the sentence together, "Do I get to blow you now, or after I get the job..."
Spangna shifted over to sit on his lap as she spoke, "You told me that I don't get to blow you at all, haha! Though you were staring down at my tit gap, before you smiled and offered your hand down to help me up."
"I was not..." Marcel protested, unconvincingly.
"Yes you did! You then pointed into the room and said 'Move, now'. At the time I thought you were a dominatrix that wanted to try me out first! I was so disappointed when you were all professional!" She said as she pulled open his shirt and ran her hands down his front.
Marcel looked up to her and spoke softly, "I was not professional for too long though.."
"After that, you weren't professional at all..." She smiled as she leant down to kiss him before she got up to go and look in the fridge.
"Mercy..." Marcel started.
"Yeah?" Spangna said as she looked around in the fridge.
Marcel stared forward a moment, "Everyone knows we are a couple."
Spangna stopped, and turned to him, "What...?!"
"I told everyone. All of security, all of the assets." Marcel said flatly.
Spangna walked back into the room with a shocked look on her face, "Why did you do that?"
"Because, the information is out there anyway, and I had been placed under pressure from all sides. I refuse to be blackmailed. I did not accept blackmail from Chéri, I will not accept it from a faceless, cowardly graffiti artist. I do, not, pay, blackmail." Marcel said.
"Marce..I didn't want to say it but. A lot of the girls had been ganging up to avoid me...rather obviously too. Lexi told me what it was all about. The only other friend I have now is Molly, who thinks you're like...a god."
Marcel turned to Spangna, "Molly is obedient. I wish my men were like her."
Spangna walked over to the sofa and sat down next to him, throwing her arms around his neck, "Marce, I love you. I have since the moment I saw you." She said as she held him tightly, "I think it's time to go. I'm semi retired anyway, and I could think of nothing better than spending my days at home with you, in a big, private place we'll buy. I'll take care of you, Marce."
Marcel pulled the goggles off from around his neck, "You do not have to look after me. I am comfortable. I have been in this business a very, very long time."
Spangna lifted his tophat off and threw it in a random direction as she stroked his cheek, "I want to look after you, ya dickhead." She said as she giggled.
"This, I imagine, is a term of affection from you?" Marcel said as he turned to look at her and smiled.
"Don't be so serious! We're a team! Don't you wanna sleep late, enjoy warm sea and sunshine? Do nothing but eat, drink and sleep while we fill our posh home with kids?" Spangna said.
"What is posh?" Marcel asked.
"Ex-pen-sive!" Spangna answered as she kissed the side of his face, "So! When you're done killing yourself with stress here and got your revenge on that bitch Chéri, we can leave, right? Because I know you bloody French, it's all or nothing. You know... I'm really surprised you don't ever take a pop at me... " Spangna said.
Marcel raised his brows at her, "That is because you are British, saying that, is insult enough."
Spangna drew her knees up and rested her head on his shoulder, "Oi! Watch it or I'll make your tea!"
"This would be a bad thing." Marcel answered as he leant his head against hers.
She slapped his thigh, "Right! Get those clothes off. I'll call for an indian and blow you til it gets here." She said playfully as she got up and got her phone from the side.
~ X ~
Little bare feet walked on the marble floor of the corridor in the private family compound, a little stuffed teddy bear being dragged along after her too.
Adeline stopped in front of Rodriguez and Pierre. She was only wearing her white and pink nightdress as she looked up at the men holding rifles, who towered over her.
"I want to see my Lennon." She said.
Rodriguez and Pierre looked at each other, then back to her.
"No." Pierre said.
Rodriguez knelt down to her level, "Adeline, why are you out of your room, and wondering about, alone?"
"Because, I want to see Lennon, now!" Adeline said, actually stomping her little bare foot.
Pierre looked down on her, "No visitors means, no visitors!"
Rodriguez looked up at Pierre a moment, then back to Adeline, "Sweetie, Lennon's not well just now, but he will be later, and you can see him then!" Rodriguez said as he smiled.
"Listen! You both know who my papa is! I will tell him, and my grandmamma if you don't let me in! My papa gets very angry!" Adeline said.
Rodriguez looked up to Pierre, "It can't hurt for just a few moments."
"But, what if he lashes out? Hurts her? What then?!" Pierre asked.
"Lennon wouldn't do that!" Rodriguez said.
"Well, this is on your head, then." Pierre said.
Rodriguez hit his card key against the door and let little Adeline walk into the sick bay and its adjoining rooms.
Dr.V turned around and was a little surprised to see Adeline walking around, escorted by Rodriguez.
After Rodriguez explained the situation to Dr.V, he had no objections to Adeline going in to see Lennon.
As the observation room door opened, "Lennon was inside, sitting upright on a bed, leaning against the wall in a straitjacket.
"Lennon!" Adeline called out.
Lennon lifted his head from against the wall and he smiled widely in surprise at his visitor, "Adeline... I'm sorry you have to see this, little honey." Lennon said as he sat upright, and she rushed to him, hugging him tightly
"I'm telling grandmamma and my papa! They'll get you out!"
"Thank you. Hey! Wanna know a secret?" Lennon said with a smile.
"Yes!" Adeline said excitedly.
"Come closer, I'll tell you." Lennon said, as Rodriguez watched on carefully as Adeline climbed onto the bed beside Lennon.
"Closer! I have to whisper it..." Lennon said, prompting Adeline to lean towards him.
Lennon turned his head towards Adeline and whispered, "They think I'm crazy." He whispered quite audibly with a smile.
"I'll get papa and grandmamma to get you free again. Haven't you asked uncle Chéri? Or is she still mad at you?" Adeline asked.
"I don't know if Chéri knows I'm here, and we're not even room mates any more so he won't even notice I'm gone. I don't think Chéri wants to be my special friend anymore." Lennon said.
"I'll get my grandmamma to help you, I promise!" Adeline said as she hugged him.
"Sweetheart, if you get me outta this, you're guaranteed bedtime stories every night!" Lennon said.
"I'll get grandmamma! I promise!" Adeline said as she hugged him tightly, "I love you Lennon."
"I love you too, sweetie. Though, I gotta have some words with your papa when I meet him on that boat." Lennon said.
Rodriguez turned to Dr.V, "She loves Lennon. He reads her stories at night and is a far better father to her than Baptiste ever was."
Dr.V nodded, "Poor child. First she is unwanted, then brought up by Marcel, and now Lennon. Two very different and opposing men."
Rodriguez quietly asked, without taking his eyes off Adeline and Lennon, "Is Lenn like, okay?"
"Well, in the time I have been observing him, he has been fine. Though he is addicted to nicotine, alcohol, tattoos, recreational drugs, and... Chéri. All of this addictions have a negative impact on health." Dr.V said.
"But...is he..." Rodriguez asked as he tapped his head.
"I think he had a momentary mental instability, brought on by an emotional breakdown. I feel his background history of depression does not help. I am adjusting his medication then releasing him." Dr.V said.