12-04-2019, 02:39 PM
Troy was too busy watching Julie's number and being pawed through his clothes by the two naked women flanking him to notice Helen's approach. She'd caught part of their number through the kitchen. A damn hot 3-girl scene that she couldn't have been the only woman who had to fight to not jump on stage and make it four or more herself. Just like she was fighting the urge to go up there now and play the Vampire role in Julie's strip-pantomime. She was seeing legs of all gender crossing and uncrossing when she turned to him and spoke.
"Hello, Troilus," Helen said, causing Troy and the two women on his knees to turn to face her. "Thanks for the invitation. How've you been?"
Troy spent a moment searching for words. Helen smiled, knowing she'd caught her ex-boyfriend off guard. It was a real smile that remembered how it'd been that first time, with a man she honesly loved beforehand. The Troy Smile. One of her top ten favorite; three of which had been permanently retired. Over the speakers, Concrete Blonde insisted that nothing was there in the shadows down the hall; before insisting that something was, in fact, in the shadows down the hall.
"Um...er... Hi, Helen. Susan, Brenda, this is Contessa Helena de San Finzione, my first girlfriend."
Her name and title came out of his mouth just as the line "Oh, you were a vampire, and now I am nothing at all" came up in the song. Helen smiled, extended a hand to Brenda, then to Susan.
"I'd claim to still the best, if I didn't know how good Julie is too. Well, both of you would've had to know before that amazing scene as well."
Troy put an arm around the lighter of the brunettes. Was that one Susan?
"Susan picked the 'Brides of Dracula' theme," Troy said, confirming that she was. "We're all digging it. I didn't expect to see you until the ceremony." He turned 3/4ths of the way toward Susan and tried unsuccessfully to casually say to her. "Susan, hon, this is Helen. Julie and I have TOLD YOU ABOUT HER before. A couple of times."
Susan nodded solemnly. Concrete Blonde told the room that they had a lot to think about again; and Susan recalled Troy's comment about knowing only one other person who could Do What They Do, and Julie saying how they didn't want to teach Susan the secret until everyone agreed that she was entirely ready, because "We've... made a mistake before."
Susan had some psychological and emotional issues. The only relationship she'd known before joining Troy & Julie's was an abusive nightmare; and the aftermath needed to be dealt with before the three of them could seriously discuss the matter. Troy hoped she'd picked up the "I'm sorry that the person whom, from what little we've told you, you have every reason to think of as The Boogeyman; is here in the flesh, before either of us were ready" tone in his voice.
"Oh, how could I miss THIS," Helen said, lighting a cigarette so Troy wouldn't see that she, at least, got that message. "Making that girl your Best Man too? Sappy, but I knew she'd make this party 'The Place To Be.'"
"I'm pretty sure there's no smoking in here." Susan spoke up. The lightning crash in the song timed with it, in a way she couldn't have possibly planned.
Helen stared into her eyes. Troy tried to break the standoff by getting his head between them and speaking to Susan first.
"Susan, Contessa Helena de San Finzione has diplomatic immunity. She smokes when and where she wants." He turned back to look Helen in the eye. "One of the more annoying ways she establishes dominance wherever she goes."
"Now now, Troilus. It's a wedding, a time for pranks and fun! But yes, I'm afraid for this next part of MY prank, some of that dominance is going to be required." She gave all three a look that caused them to miss Julie exposing her right breast to the crowd. The crowd hooted for Julie and sang along with the song; informing Concrete Blonde that they, too, had the Ways and Means to New Orleans.
"Let's all go up to the Honeymoon Suite together," Helen told them. "I have a surprise of my own planned."
As the three of them stood and started walking toward the entrance, Helen got a good look at Susan's body. She suspected that most of the men in the audience were too busy focusing on her face, tits, and pussy to get a good look at the rest of her. Even in the dim lighting; this close, Helen could see the less-than-a-year-old scars and burns on the "unimportant" parts of her body. The upper arms that showed signs of repeated old bruising, because that was a "safe" place to grab hold of a woman when you wanted to shout something horrible in her face. Where they can be covered up with a short-sleeved shirt; because someone might ask a woman about fresh, visible bruises.
Helen unconsciously touched spots on her own arms that the best cosmetic surgeons had removed all trace of, but she never completely stopped feeling. She stopped them as they got to the door, before it opened out into the light of the lobby.
"Hello, Troilus," Helen said, causing Troy and the two women on his knees to turn to face her. "Thanks for the invitation. How've you been?"
Troy spent a moment searching for words. Helen smiled, knowing she'd caught her ex-boyfriend off guard. It was a real smile that remembered how it'd been that first time, with a man she honesly loved beforehand. The Troy Smile. One of her top ten favorite; three of which had been permanently retired. Over the speakers, Concrete Blonde insisted that nothing was there in the shadows down the hall; before insisting that something was, in fact, in the shadows down the hall.
"Um...er... Hi, Helen. Susan, Brenda, this is Contessa Helena de San Finzione, my first girlfriend."
Her name and title came out of his mouth just as the line "Oh, you were a vampire, and now I am nothing at all" came up in the song. Helen smiled, extended a hand to Brenda, then to Susan.
"I'd claim to still the best, if I didn't know how good Julie is too. Well, both of you would've had to know before that amazing scene as well."
Troy put an arm around the lighter of the brunettes. Was that one Susan?
"Susan picked the 'Brides of Dracula' theme," Troy said, confirming that she was. "We're all digging it. I didn't expect to see you until the ceremony." He turned 3/4ths of the way toward Susan and tried unsuccessfully to casually say to her. "Susan, hon, this is Helen. Julie and I have TOLD YOU ABOUT HER before. A couple of times."
Susan nodded solemnly. Concrete Blonde told the room that they had a lot to think about again; and Susan recalled Troy's comment about knowing only one other person who could Do What They Do, and Julie saying how they didn't want to teach Susan the secret until everyone agreed that she was entirely ready, because "We've... made a mistake before."
Susan had some psychological and emotional issues. The only relationship she'd known before joining Troy & Julie's was an abusive nightmare; and the aftermath needed to be dealt with before the three of them could seriously discuss the matter. Troy hoped she'd picked up the "I'm sorry that the person whom, from what little we've told you, you have every reason to think of as The Boogeyman; is here in the flesh, before either of us were ready" tone in his voice.
"Oh, how could I miss THIS," Helen said, lighting a cigarette so Troy wouldn't see that she, at least, got that message. "Making that girl your Best Man too? Sappy, but I knew she'd make this party 'The Place To Be.'"
"I'm pretty sure there's no smoking in here." Susan spoke up. The lightning crash in the song timed with it, in a way she couldn't have possibly planned.
Helen stared into her eyes. Troy tried to break the standoff by getting his head between them and speaking to Susan first.
"Susan, Contessa Helena de San Finzione has diplomatic immunity. She smokes when and where she wants." He turned back to look Helen in the eye. "One of the more annoying ways she establishes dominance wherever she goes."
"Now now, Troilus. It's a wedding, a time for pranks and fun! But yes, I'm afraid for this next part of MY prank, some of that dominance is going to be required." She gave all three a look that caused them to miss Julie exposing her right breast to the crowd. The crowd hooted for Julie and sang along with the song; informing Concrete Blonde that they, too, had the Ways and Means to New Orleans.
"Let's all go up to the Honeymoon Suite together," Helen told them. "I have a surprise of my own planned."
As the three of them stood and started walking toward the entrance, Helen got a good look at Susan's body. She suspected that most of the men in the audience were too busy focusing on her face, tits, and pussy to get a good look at the rest of her. Even in the dim lighting; this close, Helen could see the less-than-a-year-old scars and burns on the "unimportant" parts of her body. The upper arms that showed signs of repeated old bruising, because that was a "safe" place to grab hold of a woman when you wanted to shout something horrible in her face. Where they can be covered up with a short-sleeved shirt; because someone might ask a woman about fresh, visible bruises.
Helen unconsciously touched spots on her own arms that the best cosmetic surgeons had removed all trace of, but she never completely stopped feeling. She stopped them as they got to the door, before it opened out into the light of the lobby.
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