Chapter 2

Thomas and Marlena would spend two weeks in Boston before going to Chicago. Thomas, of course, stayed with his mother and Marlena kept busy in her studio and tending to the business of the school. Marlena and Thomas met every couple of days to discuss, rehearse and plan his Chicago appearance. Marlena was so busy that first week back that it wasn’t until that Saturday afternoon that she was able to sit and relax with a glass of wine. She picked up the phone and called Shaun Baker the talent coordinator for the Boston Symphony. He said he could come over about eight that evening. He had a key. Marlena would wait for him in her bedroom.

Chicago was a success with rave reviews. Then there was Atlanta Georgia, Knoxville Tennessee and Miami Florida. Marlena masturbated Thomas and slept with him when the excitement overtook him.

Over the next year, Thomas’s fame spread and so did opportunities. Columbia records offered a recording contract that Marlena accepted. His recordings would never make the money artist in the pop business made. But his recording became the number three best-seller for concert pianist that very year. It was considered a great accomplishment when you considered the other talented artists with decades more experience than Thomas.

It was after the successful wrap of Thomas’ second album. The producer invited executives and side musicians and vocalists to his resident to celebrate. Alcohol was being served and Marlena noticed Thomas was being served along with the other guests. It would be two months before Thomas turned nineteen. Marlena stuck close to Thomas and waved off servers taking orders for drinks when she could.

They had been in New York City for over Two weeks to record the album. Marlena took care of Thomas’ needs. Masturbating and sleeping with him always calmed him after a particularly exciting or grueling day. Marlena knew it was not professional on her part but if it kept him from wandering the streets of the city looking for relief with strangers as she foolishly did when she was the artist of the moment it seemed worth the risk.

It was late when they arrived back at the hotel. Thomas had a few more drinks than Marlena thought reasonable for someone his age. He was in a good mood and although tipsy he was not drunk.

When they arrived outside Thomas’ hotel room he put his arms around her, “Stay with me, Marlena. Come and stay in my bed with me. I need you to be with me tonight.”

“Yes Thomas, I will stay with you.”

They went into his hotel room and Marlena sat on the bed and waited for him to remove his trousers as he usually did before getting on the bed. Then Marlena would lower his underwear and masturbate him. When he was calm she would wash and dry his genitals and then prepare for bed while Thomas pulled up his underwear, removed his jacket, tie and shirt. When she was in her full slip and panties she would slip under the covers with him. He would cuddle up to her back and reach over and cup her breast and go to sleep. It was a well-practiced routine.

Marlena was surprised when instead of lowering his trousers he put his hands on her cheeks and leaned over and kissed her.

“Undo my trouser, Marlena. We are going to do it a little differently tonight.”

Marlena reached for his belt. If he wanted her to do it while he stood up she did not see that as a radical departure from what she already was doing for him. Thomas kept kissing her as she undid his belt and the buttons. She pulled his trousers and underwear down to his knees and took hold of his very erect and hard cock and stroked it.

Still kissing her Thomas put his hand up her dress and on the bare flesh above her stockings. Marlena felt his fingers caress the bare flesh on the inside of her thigh just an inch from her panties. Just as quickly as he had put his hand up her dress it was gone. Thomas held her wrist to let her know he wanted her to stop masturbating him. He knelt on the rug and put both hands up her dress before she could protest. He was pulling her panties down. Not saying anything when he first put his hand up her dress must have encouraged him to go further.

“What are you doing Thomas?”

“I want to see it, Marlena. I want to see between your legs.”

Marlena started backing away from him but that only meant she moved further up onto the bed. Thomas followed her onto the bed. Thomas pushed up her dress. He had gotten her panties almost down to her knees as she moved away. He had a perfect view of her garter belt holding up her stocking and her pubic hair. He pushed her knees apart.

Marlena bit her lower lip as she lay still and let him see what he wanted to see. Of course, he was curious after what she had been doing for him. Thomas grabbed her panties and pulled them off and tossed them on the floor.