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This is fanfiction, alternative,
and so no flames already! It takes place after To Fight Fire with
Fire, and Star's Rock, Monster's Roll.
Warning, this rated R for
language and sexual content! Don't read this if you are not of age!
They had reached Chicago two days ago, and already the first concert had come and gone. Which meant a night out was long overdue for the guys in the band, and their respective support personnel. Jjust where everyone wanted to spend a night out was up for serious discussion. Already, Paul and Ace hotly debated the best nocturnal pursuits, while Sohkarra, Nefertina, and Menne all listened with great confusion at the choices.
"I'm up for the unusual," Paul said.
"I thought you'd actually join us for a night out. There's this great local place Pete and I found to jam..."
"The whole point of a night out is to forget about performing our stuff," Paul shook his head. "Speaking of local places, there's a great movie house that shows Rocky Horror every Friday night..."
"What is Rocky Horror?" Mennehotep asked. The whole table fell silent.
"You haven't ever seen Rocky Horror?" Paul gasped.
"Er no," Menne said, sipping her soda.
"Here we go," Ace rolled his eyes.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me," Peter laughed. Nefertina giggled.
"I've seen it, and you're in for a blast..."
"Hmm, I say we take you," Paul grinned.
"Buckle up for a wild ride," Peter grinned. Nefertina could swear he looked like a blasted Cheshire cat, even without the makeup.
Gene happened to walk by the assemblage at the canteen, Doc at his shoulder.
"Speaking of wild rides," Ace whispered to Peter. "He sure could use one..."
"Excuse me?" Menne asked.
"When the makeup comes off, Gene's a deadbeat lately. Doesn't want 2 party, doesn't want encores..."
"Wait, are we talking about Gene here?" Nefertina asked.
"Yes... it's strange lately how he's been acting," Paul added.
"He's so damn uptight if you stuck a lump of coal up his ass it would come out a diamond..." Peter whispered.
"Yeah, a black diamond," Ace added with a chuckle.
Menne kicked Ace in the knee. "Ow what?" Ace groaned.
"That's not very nice to talk about your band mate that way," Menne scolded him.
"Lay off the expresso, Space Ace," Gene quipped, turning around at the noise. "It looks like someone lit a firecracker under your butt..."
"Hey Gene, wanna shoot some nineball this afternoon? Since it's a day off..." Peter suggested.
"No thanks, Pete. Got things to see, people to do. Have a blast without me..."
"Your loss," Paul shrugged. Sohkarra came past Gene, and they exchanged odd icy glances when she sidled up to Ace.
Menne looked at Gene, shrugging as he also shared a glance.
"Paul was going to take me to see Rocky Horror..." she said. "Are you sure you don't want to come..."
"Rocky Horror," Gene laughed suddenly. "Jesus I hope you're ready for that, Queenie!"
"what is rocky horror?" Sohkarra asked Ace.
"Oh man can you believe it?" Ace groaned. "Not you too..."
"You're the only man I've been with who I could share clothes with, male and female..." Menne giggled.
"Okay... you look like the Magenta type... hmm... not Columbine... and definitely not Janet..."
"Paul I have no idea what you're on about..." Menne muttered.
A wicked grin came over his handsome face. "Oh you'll see..."
She brushed past something that was laden with feathers, and nearly sneezed. "What is this?"
"Love Gun," he shrugged.
Thoughtfully he scraped the hangers past back and forth as he hunted. Past a whole host of costumes she could swear that she saw on one album cover or another.
"Ha!" he laughed, and pulled out a strange number that consisted of corset and garters. "Perfect!"
"I'm not wearing that..."
"Not for you silly, for me!" Paul grinned. "I have something special for you on the bed..."
"What?" Menne asked. "You mean you're dressing as a trollop?"
"Hehehehe..." Paul giggled. "Just wait and see..."
"Oh Isis," She moaned.
"Can't I at least have a preview of what you're getting me into?" Menne asked.
"All right," Paul nodded, and hunted for something amidst the pile of videotapes. Brushing a few aside he found what he wanted, and slipped it out of a black box with red lettering.
"Here we go," he said, and slipped the tape into his VCR. All the band members had entertainment centers in their dressing trailers for those times between shows when they sat around waiting for the warm-up acts to perform their sets.
Paul pushed Menne into a chair before his vanity table. "All right, here we go... time for the makeup..."
In the background she heard a duet between two young lovers lost on a dark rainy road. Seemed innocent enough, much like the flicks that Armon watched on Saturday afternoons on the Spirit box. She shivered in anticipation as he smirched his face with white as much before. Yet this time instead of painting the star over his eye, he chose a blue eye shadow, then rouge. His eyebrows he painted over like Ace did with his, sharply chiseled and defined. Oddly he looked a different aspect of the Star Child, but much more feminine.
Menne gasped when she saw the "wedding scene" and realized it was two men who were getting hitched. One of them looked suspiciously like the makeup job Paul had performed.
"Oh you have got to be kidding!" she cried. "You are going as that... that... khabit... Frankenfurter?"
"More fun that way!" Paul laughed. Menne's eyes were riveted to the screen when Janet and Brad's clothes were removed, leaving them in their undergarments. She wished to look away, but was strangely fascinated.
"Now, for you," he smiled, and turned her to face him. She giggled as he painted on foundation, then patted her with baby power to set it. Over his shoulder she could still see the "wedding" in the lab continuing.
"Pucker up... right... good..." he nodded, painting on lipstick with a fine bristled brush. It was a painstakingly long process, which took forever. Even the eye shadow and lashes which were crimped seemed to take her back in time to ancient Egypt.
Once he was done he tossed the brush down. "All right, what do you think of that?"
"It's... different..."
"We look marvelous," he said, pulling her face towards his in the glass, puckering his lips in a seductive pout.
"Paul, you're gorgeous.." she said. "But is this like your concerts..."
"Oh, in a way... but people act out the parts on the stage... it was done about the same time as Phantom in the Park..."
"Oh god..." she giggled. Already the banquet scene flickered on, and Paul began to pull on the various parts of his costume. Menne struggled with the garters on hers, till Paul actually gave her a hand.
"I am not even going to ask you how you know how to put these on," she groaned.
"Hmm... how would you feel about this little number?" he asked, holding up one of his outfits with feathers brimming the collar.
"I can't really go bare breasted. Well I could if it were ancient Egypt..."
"Don't worry, the corset will do," he nodded, and found a rather nice lacy black bra that he tossed her. For himself he struggled into a corset, which she laced up the back over his hairy chest. He thrust feet into a pair of rhinestone studded pumps, which she couldn't help but wonder where he got in his size.
"I do this all the time," he laughed. "I have a whole outfit..."
"Let me guess, you've probably seen this picture a hundred times..."
"Lost count," Paul admitted, grunting as she playfully tugged the laces a bit tight. Next came a choker recycled from his on-stage costume, and a long cape with a pink lining. He helped her into the spandex contraption that comprised his "dynasty" costume over top of her own corset and stockings.
"I'm not wearing the platform boots," she said, and settled for a set of black stiletto heeled things she had found on a shopping spree with Nefertina.
Paul fluffed his hair out loose, and handed Menne a can of Aqua net. "Hit me," he said, and she began to spritz as he fluffed.
"Lay it on, babe," he laughed. "Just like in the video..."
Paul slipped the long red
wig over her hair, helping her to secure it in place over her own bobbed
hair. Menne was accustomed to wigs, so this wasn't that far off.
"Have you been here before?" Mennehotep asked him.
"It's been a few years," Paul said, adjusting the cloak over his outfit underneath. All she could see of his ensemble was the rhinestone studded pumps. He adjusted the feather boa around her neck a little more.
In front of the movie house, a whole line of similarly dressed people had gathered. Some in leather outfits, others in ones that resembled Paul's ensemble. At least Menne had some idea of what the film was about, even if it did confuse the hell out of her.
"Ooh! You have got to play one of the leads!" a woman squealed when she saw them both standing there in line. Her hair was coifed much like Janet's and she wore a replica of an outfit from the movie.
"Er..." Menne glanced up at Paul, who put on his best Tim Curry imitation.
"Certainty, pet, I'll just wander into the lab and see what's on the slab..."
"Perfect! Come on you two..." 'Janet' grabbed their hands and pulled them in with the rest of the assembled cast. Amidst laughter and playful pushing they entered the dark space. Blood red light bulbs decked the lobby, where there was a small table set up with refreshments.
"This isn't the Multiplex," Menne commented.
"Hell no!" 'Janet' laughed. "Pre party! We've been showing this for years... just have a drink or whatever, and get ready to Time Warp again!"
"It's an art movie house," Paul whispered to Mennehotep. Somehow this explanation did not help alleviate her confusion.
"Oh," she muttered, nodding dumbly.
"The movies that don't' get into the mainstream," Paul further clarified.
At the refreshment bar, Paul purchased two glasses of white wine. He passed one to Menne, and sipped the other carefully. This wasn't all that bad, even if the assembly was decked oddly, Menne contemplated. No one seemed to recognize him, strangely enough. He had become his alter ego as successfully as he could hold the Star Child persona. Still she kept close to his elbow, uncertain of what was to happen next amidst the strangely costumed assembly. Low chatter drifted around the dimly lit space.
"Oh my god!" someone dressed as Columbine shrieked when they saw him. Several others in similar costume ringed him and her.
Just then the lights flickered out. "Oh crap!" came a collective groan over the assembly.
"Technical difficulties!" Came a voice over the rumble. "Just stay where you are while we have someone check into it! But we will have tonight's performance, never fear!"
"Paul..." Menne gasped anxiously. Cigarette lighters flickered on into tiny pools of light. It was one of the things Paul had brought, and insisted was essential for every Rocky Horror fan. Including the bag of rice, some stale toast, and other oddities to throw. He no longer stood at her side.
People were already quoting their lines for the movie, and Menne wandered around looking for Paul, who had vanished. She grabbed one likely fellow, who grinned seductively at her.
"Great costume, Magenta!" he laughed.
"Oh, sorry I thought you were Paul... I mean... the guy I came with... it's hard to tell who's male and female around here!"
"That's the point, Hon," he laughed.
Sighing she dismissed herself and wandered over to one side. Maybe if she stood by the phones till the power was back on she could meet up with Paul. It was either that or grab every Frankenfurter in the place and ask him who he really was. Not an easy task.
"Paul? Paul Stanley? It's me, Menne!" she gasped in the dark, reaching for someone. She collided with a tall body. A firmly muscled arm closed around her waist, and she leaned against someone's chest.
"Menne," whispered a voice. "Be careful..."
"Stupid power outlet. Glad I ran into you though. When is the show going to start?"
"We should have power back on soon! Just sit tight..." called a voice clearly through the darkness.
"Guess that answers the question," Came the whisper, hoarse and scratchy.
"You are quite... as they say, sexy in that outfit," she turned to look up into darkness. Gently she linked arms around the back of his neck, and felt warm lips press against hers. Oddly the texture of his hair felt wirier.
His kiss was warm and firm, much more firm then she recalled. A hand caressed over her backside, squeezing as it pushed her towards his firm hips. Around her the arms felt stronger and more muscular then she had remembered. Menne's own hand felt the firmness of Paul's butt, marveling in how toned it seemed. Yet as she nibbled down his chin, she felt the oddness of his jaw. Was his chin so pointed? Suddenly her tongue caressed against his, and it struck her as very oddly familiar.
"Oh yeah..." he gasped, as they parted to breath.
"Indeed," Menne gasped, her face flushing. Gathering up her courage she pressed lips to his again, and felt his hot breath in her mouth as the hands drew her up into his arms. It amazed her this time that he had the strength to hold her up off her feet as he leaned backwards.
"Hey you guys, we have the power on again!" came a laugh as the person playing Janet appeared. Behind her closed eyes Menne sensed the orange radience. Slowly she opened one eye to squint at the amused girl in the restored overhead lighting.
"Haven't you heard of hotel rooms, you two?"
In the depths of the kiss Menne jolted, and felt the pressure of a rather different tongue against hers. Suddenly her eyes blinked open and she noticed it wasn't Paul! Rather a man who was several inches taller, wearing a blonde wig!
"Oh, excuse me!" she laughed awkwardly. "I thought you were someone I knew..."
"Lucky them," came a laugh that suddenly made her shiver all over.
"Sorry!" laughed their discoverer. "Didn't know you were making out..."
"Wait, if you're not Paul... who the hell are you..." Menne pulled back out of the strong arms that clutched her close. He wore a similar costume with some modifications, but it looked more like that Rocky fellow. Except she discovered the tall figure in paleface makeup was black haired, not blonde when she grabbed at the wig that fell off into her hands. Hairy legs were enclosed in fishnet tights, and high heeled shoes much like Paul's, except these were jet black.
"Sweetheart are you blind?" came a familiar chuckle.
"Isis," she gasped, and suddenly realized where she had experienced that celebrated tongue before. How could she have been so dense?
"Not that I mind..."
"Gene... what the hell... are you doing here?" Menne snapped, and shoved the wig forcefully back into his hands.
"You sounded like you were going to have so much fun I couldn't resist checking up on you... and it would appear it was a good thing I did..."
"You let me kiss you when you realized I thought you were Paul?" Menne yelled at him. "You are a son of a bitch!"
"I didn't hear you protesting," Gene shrugged, with a knowing wink. "Especially when your hand was on my ass like that..."
"You didn't come together?" the 'Janet' asked. "Shame. You look awfully cute together..."
"Oh God," Menne moaned, flushing crimson under her makeup.
"Don't sweat it, Queenie," he said, patting her shoulder. "I won't tell him if you don't..."
"Thank God for some small favors," Menne muttered crossly.
"We need someone to be Rocky now!" Janet said. "You're the best looking one... so you're elected!"
"But he's not even blonde!" Menne groaned.
"So?" 'Janet' laughed. "He's got a wig, right?"
'Janet' moved them into the flow of people who rushed back in. Menne glanced in vain for Paul, who was already up on stage in full gear. Singing his brains out.
"That ham," she sighed.
"Figures," Gene laughed. It was a deep resonant laugh with the warmth of a gentle fire on a chilly winter night.
"Aren't you on soon?" Gene asked, and took her hand to drag her up. Before the screen they both trotted, to join Paul in the infamous lab scene with Janet.
Paul's look of surprise under the makeup was priceless when he saw Gene join him onstage. But they continued as if nothing else had gone on.
"Let's do the Time warp again!" Menne sang out in full glory as she hung her arms around the other "transsexual's" shoulder. They had just gone through the floor show, and Gene had thrown Paul over his shoulder and climbed a stepladder only to pretend to plummet to his death.
Everyone joined in, a frolicsome chorus till the house blasted off in a pyro display over them, and everyone dropped to the floor, spinning around. Menne felt stage under her back, giggling spasmodically at the "death throes" on Gene and Paul's painted faces. Those damned corsets and fishnet tights were ridiculous on them!
"This is so silly!" she laughed, when it was all over. The credits moved over them all, and she couldn't help but giggle in the aftermath as everyone picked themselves up off the floor.
"One more time!" came a collective shout from the house, and the Time Warp song clattered on again. She whooped as she danced near both men who looked not half bad in the trollop gear as she did.
"Wrap party!" Janet laughed, punching their arms. Everyone who was the "cast" headed out to the back room for a get together. Menne felt the sweat pouring down her face. Those shots were rather nice to her parched throat, but she felt herself getting a little tipsy. A few minutes of drinks, the men decided it was time to go.
"Easy Hon," Paul nodded.
"I think we need to boogie," Gene nodded. "Let's blow this pop stand..."
"That sounded incredibly sick just now," Menne laughed, swatting him on the arm.
"Hey it's your dirty mind, not mine," he shot back.
"What do you expect, you're a terrible influence on me..." she laughed.
"Okay guys, what say we roll?" Paul asked, and came to stand beside Menne.
"Whatever you say, gentlemen or ladies as the case may be..." Menne gave each a grin, and slipped an arm around both Gene and Paul's waists. Laughing they all stumbled into the street, hooker tights and all. Already it was close to one am, and the assembly was pouring out onto the early morning streets.
"How can you walk in stilettos?" she asked Gene.
"If you can wear platforms," Paul laughed.
"Obvious question," Menne groaned. Gene steadied her as she tripped over a crack in the pavement.
"Damn shoes," she giggled.
Nodding at Paul, Gene slipped a hand under her knee, and so did his friend. Making a chair of their hands they carried her between them.
"Hey what's this?" she asked them both.
"Go a hell of a lot faster this way," Paul nodded to Gene.
"Enjoy the ride sweetheart," Gene laughed.
Menne sang rather loudly, "Touch me thrill me make me feel dirty!"
"Please me tease me baby thrill me!" Paul joined in, his tenor voice rasping against hers.
"Creature of the night!" Gene boomed out in his loud voice.
"Creature of the night!" Paul chimed in, then joined by Menne.
"That reminds me I think I remember something about a song you guys did..." Menne stammered out, half blitzed from adrenaline and the blood punch... which thankfully didn't contain any blood!
"And what one would that be?" Paul laughed.
"Duh!" Gene also laughed. How much had these two had? She suspected a little more then usual, but not as much as her, curse them!
Her voice sounded out in the empty streets, unusually louder as it reverberated off the buildings,"Searching in the darkness, running from the day..... Hiding from tomorrow, nothing left to say... oh damn what was the..."
Paul joined in helpfully, "Victims of the moment, future deep in doubt ......... Living in a whisper till we start to shout ........ We're creatures of the night, we're creatures of the night.........."
"Take it Gene!" Paul shouted to his bandmate.
"Breathing in the madness, spitting out the lies," Gene continued, the movement of both men swaying oddly as they stumbled out of the more unsavory surroundings of the movie house. "Searching for an answer, keep your alibis ....... Don't know where we're goin', just know where we've been....."
"I sure know where we've been..." Menne giggled.
"Remember when the clock strikes twelve, the losers always win........." Paul continued. All three of them found a voice in the chorus this time: " We're creatures of the night, we're creatures of the night!"
All along the way back to the hotel, they could be heard continuing their odd trio, "Searching in the darkness, running from the day
Hiding from tomorrow, nothing left to say
Gathering up our courage, ready for the fight
Howling in the shadows, till we start to bite
We're creatures of the night, we're creatures of the night
We're creatures of the night, we're creatures of the night
"Thanks both for a crazy time," Menne looked from one to the other.
"Watch yourself now," Gene cautioned, pinching her cheek a bit. "He always gets a little crazy after hours..."
"No... shit... sherlock..." Menne laughed back, punctuating each word with a playful tap to his chest.
"Come on now, let's wind this up," Paul urged her, gently drawing her towards the back room. "Unless of course... you want to remain Magenta..."
"This wig is driving me mad!" Menne said, ripping off the red tortue device that seemed scratchy and hot. With a nod to Paul, Gene excused himself.
She and Paul took their sweet time showering off the sweat and makeup of the strange ordeal. Menne had to admit she had never experienced anything quite like Rocky Horror before. Unless one counted the odd plays that materialized from the traveling shows in ancient Khemet!
Paul whispered into her ear as he turned off the shower, "I'll finish up in here while you get ready..."
"See you in a few," she chuckled back, grabbing a towel as Paul slid the door open. Steam erupted into the large tiled space, the dull rush of the shower drowning out any other sound.
When Mennehotep exited the bathroom, she saw Gene sitting on one side of the king sized bed, watching television. Strange. Didn't he have his own room? He had exchanged his Rocky costume for blue jeans and a T-shirt.
"I thought you were packing it in for the night..."
"Wanted to see if you were okay first." Gene said.
"This is not fair," she sighed, sitting next to him on the bed.
"You sure you'll be okay? How many Jack D's did you have?"
"Only one," She said.
"Yeah I'll believe that when I see it..."
"Gene?" she asked.
"Yes babe?"
"I really ... didn't mind it when I realized it was you who was kissing me..."
"Really?"
"Yes," she said. "Actually it was rather... pleasant..."
"Hmm, you don't say," Gene said, fingering his chin as he sat by her on the bed.
"He he, I bet you thought I hated it, but I fooled you!" she laughed, and wrapped arms around his neck.
"You're a naughty chick, Menne," he wagged a finger at her.
"Oh get off it, Gene!" she laughed, as she planted a kiss on his cheek.
"Keep this up, and I might get off on it..." he winked at her mischievously.
"OH really?" she snickered. "Wasn't that a witty turn of phrase..."
"I have a million of them..."
"A million and one cheap liners to use upon your... conquests..."
"You said it, not me, doll," he laughed. "And what makes you think this is anything to do with a cheap thrill..."
"You tell me?" Menne said momentarily.
"Darling, don't ever sell yourself short," Gene lay a finger on her nose. "Or else I'll get extremely pissed off at you..."
Caught off guard by this, Mennehotep bit her lip. It was sweet in a way, even if it came from the lips of a man she had mistakenly kissed, thinking it was Paul.
"Aww Isis curse it," Menne groaned, and seized him by a tangle of curly locks. Her nose brushed lightly against his, its tip touching the indent betwixt cheek and the nose's bridge. Lightly it lingered there, before slipping away.
"Interesting response..." he muttered, when she pulled back. "So is that how much didn't you mind back there when you knew it was me, and not Casanova?"
"Now who's asking stupid questions?" Menne giggled, resting her forehead against his. One finger traced up his muscular arm just to the hem of his sleeve. Gripping her shoulder, his large hand cradled her neck. The other bent around her waist as she folded him in her arms.
"Hem, I suppose you didn't mind in the least..." Gene whispered.
Just then Paul wandered in, wiping off the remainder of his makeup with a towel. Menne pulled away from Gene, gasping with fear.
"Hey, it's cool," Paul said, and came to join them on the bed.
"But I thought you were pissed..." Menne stammered out.
"I invited him to stop by," Paul said matter of fact.
"What?" Menne wondered, very puzzled indeed.
"I've been thinking about this," Gene said. "How you are a bit... undecided..."
"We talked it over..." Paul nodded.
"You mean you two..."
"Uh huh," Paul nodded. "And we have a solution..."
"But I can't choose..."
"Who says you have to..." Gene grinned, mischief in his dark eyes.
"Especially when you could have your cake and eat it too..." Paul said, settling onto the other side of the bed as he sat next to Mennehotep.
"What... are you insinuating?" Menne glanced at both of them.
"This isn't the first time he's dug a chick I have," Gene admitted, moving closer on Menne's right. His hip brushed hers invitingly.
"We weren't sure if you'd be a swinger... but we thought we'd wait for the right time," Paul said, gently kissing Menne's cheek.
"He figured if anyone could sit through Rocky Horror and actually have a blast, they might be a little bit of a swinger..." Gene explained.
"You planned this whole thing?" she glared at both.
"It was my idea," Paul admitted.
"Sometimes it's fun to share," Gene nodded seriously, and stroked her thigh.
"You mean both of you... and me..."
"Uh huh..." Paul said, stroking her cheek. Gently he lay a soft kiss there on her makeup.
"You guessed it," Gene nodded, adding his own kiss to her other cheek. His arm wrapped around her shoulders, over top of Paul's already there.
"Oh Isis!" she gasped. "Both of you.."
"Wanna give it a shot?" Gene asked.
"If you don't want to... we can both take turns... but we thought it would be fun to try a threesome..."
"Oh my..." she gasped. "You really mean that?"
"Hell if we didn't," Gene said, his hand stroking up her stocking thigh. Paul already began to trace a trail of kisses down her neck. Gently Gene lowered her to the bed, pressing a kiss to her lips as Paul continued to stroke his hair along her chest and cheek. He lay on her left, while Gene cuddled up on her right.
"Isis! Now!" she shrieked. "I can't stand it!"
"Easy baby," Paul shushed her, and brushed his head against her breast. Slowly he began to stroke his own tongue over her bosom to bring her to firmness.
Menne's cry ripped into the silence, when Gene's tongue plunged into her moistness. Paul suckled like a small child, laying to her side as she lay her calves on Gene's shoulders. His hair tickled her thighs.
When she stopped shaking, Paul and Gene moved on either side of her, bracketing her quivering frame. Wrapping arms around Gene's neck, Menne pressed a deep firm kiss to his lips. Then she turned over, doing the same to Paul. Arms closed around her, sandwiching her between their hard muscular bodies.
Hands flickered up and down her nude form, exploding into fire. Gene's ministrations were more groping and solid over her chest and thighs. While Paul's feather touches down her spine and back seemed like ice. Caught between fire and ice she moaned. Menne's hands slipped down towards both of them, coaxing to life.
"One at a time sweetness," Gene urged. He traced a lick down Paul's neck with his celebrated tongue, as Paul's hands moved downwards. Playfully he caressed his forehead to his band mate's.
"It's crazy," she glanced at him. "How do you manage this..."
"Hmm, two women... one after the other," Gene looked to Paul.
"This is different," Paul mused. "Something special. Babe, can you go down... or does it gross you out?"
"Er..." Menne flushed, and then leaned over Paul. Gene gently slipped fingers up her legs, his hands molten fire on her flesh. Menne leaned over Paul, stroking him. Gently her tongue lowered to latex, and warmth. It was a maddening sensation when she closed down over him, and felt the simultaneous pressure of the other inside her. Duplicating at both ends what was done with the other.
A mad rush came over her, and she let out a shriek. Gene, still gasping yet not spent switched places. It was damned exhausting. Paul slipped in slowly adjusting to her heat, while Gene had made his mad plunge minutes before. Her mind flew into a million pieces at that moment. Her shrieks muffled into his warm kiss as she almost came to the brink, and he reached it well before her.
"Oh god," he gasped. Menne panted, as he suddenly disengaged, a look of euphoria on his face. Still he pressed a kiss to Menne, cuddling against her back as he spooned into her quaking form.
With a playful growl, Gene slipped her thigh over his leg, and drew her to him. Paul positioned Menne at just the right place, laying half under her. He did not enter her from behind, however. Growling again Gene plunged in firmly, hard flesh pressing against her softness. From behind and before she was supported in a living human sandwich. Riding even higher she bucked against his powerful hips, while the other reinforced her motion. The tension reached the snapping point as wildfire shot over every nerve ending. Both reached the moon with sheer vengeance, giving a collective cry.
"Baby, that was incredible!" Gene whispered, kissing her sweat soaked brow. Within her he exploded into action, only confined by what barrier man had provided for such an occasion. Paul gently kissed the nape of her neck, cuddling her from behind. His own solid strength pressed against her back, spent.
"I am sorry I couldn't," she turned to him.
"It's enough sweetness, it's enough. Rest now..." Gene whispered. "Don't worry, Menne. This is for you even more so then us... just relax and enjoy what we have to give..."
"Easy sweetheart, the night's only just begun..." Paul whispered from behind Mennehotep. Sweetly he kissed her shoulder, pressing his sweating chest to her back as his arms enfolded over her breast.
Sleep rose as a bottomless pit around her, the warmth of their bodies seeping into hers.
