Week Eight

FRIDAY APRIL-22

It's late Thursday evening Central European Time, the flight from Heathrow to Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris had taken a little over two hours. And the ride by limousine to the Park Hyatt at 5 Rue de la Paix had been a short but adventurous one as they negotiated traffic where the motorists all seemed to drive by different sets of rules. Finally though they were settled into their four pre-booked suites, though they were currently all enjoying the excellent twenty-four hour room service in the Diplomatic Suite that Vikki was going to be sharing with Brian and Carol while Eddie, Dee-Dee and Lisa were sharing the Prestige Suite, Samantha Carson and Chris Barratt the third and Lucy and Ray Casellas the fourth and last of the four luxurious suites.

They were discussing the huge crowds that had appeared at their London hotel as they left for the airport, the even larger crowd at Heathrow and the amazing sight of thousands of fans crowding the Charles de Gaulle airport when they landed in Paris.

"I couldn't believe it," said Brian as he drank from a bottle of pure spring water. "The crowds in London I could understand. But all those fans at the airport to meet us here in Paris, that is just mind-boggling."

I don't know why it should be," said Lucy matter-of-factly. "I don't think you realise just what a phenomenon you are..." She looked around and laughed as all of the group began to protest at once. "All right, we are." She looked around the large, well appointed living area before asking, "Now what does everyone have planned for tomorrow before we get down to some serious rehearsal?"

"Well I know what I'm going to do," said Carol Baker as she took a bite from a French pastry and followed it up with a drink from a cup of espresso coffee. "I'm going to visit some of the sites starting with the Louvre and some of the other museums, and then if I have time I might pay a visit to the Eiffel Tower and the Arc De Triomphe. But in the meantime I think I need some sleep."

Once everyone had said that they would join Carol and they had contacted the concierge with a view to organising the kind of special tour that had been promised them when the suites were booked Brian turned to Carol, "Sleep sounds like a good idea." Laughing he added, "Feel like an injection to help you sleep?"

Carol didn't answer she just smiled.

Vikki, seeing as she was going to be sleeping in the giant bed with them decided she wasn't going to be left out. "Me too," she giggled. "You know if you make my little cunt sleepy I'll get sleepy too."

"Oh I think I can manage that," grinned Brian. "First though I think we should freshen up, that's a pretty fancy looking shower in the bathroom. What d'ya say girls?"

Vikki and Carol both nodded vigorously and taking their cue the other seven all headed to their various suites.

Leaving their clothes where they fell Vikki and Carol followed Brian to the bathroom where he washed the girls and they washed him before it was time to dry each other and engage in more energetic pursuits. Grabbing a couple of towels Carol placed them on the bed, pushed Vikki onto her back, spread her legs wide and knelt between them so that she could lick her pussy. Looking up into her eyes Carol said, "Uumm, yummy," before she turned her head to look at Brian and wiggled her arse. "See anything you like?"

Vikki watched Carol move her head ever closer to her pussy. "Oh yes!" she sighed as the blonde singer poked her tongue out and lightly licked the length of her slit. OH YES!!" she screamed even louder as Carol's tongue pushed past the puffy flesh of her outer labia and jabbed against her inner lips courtesy of Brian fucking deep into her cunt in one punishing thrust. "OH FUCK YES!!!" she cried as Carol's fingers joined her tongue in fucking her cunt. "GO ON BRIAN FUCK YOUR SLUT," she cried, "JAM THAT BIG DICK OF YOURS UP HER CUNT!!!"

Vikki braced herself waiting for the inevitable, and it happened. Brian's vigorous fucking of his girlfriend kept Carol's tongue pushing into Vikki's hungry pussy, and when that was combined with fingers and thumbs that were doing incredible things to her clit and G-spot two climaxes followed one after the other. Carol's quickly followed thanks to Brian's hard fucking and when his soon followed and he pumped a good load into Carol's pussy he thought he was done and went to roll over, sleep being the only thing on his mind.

"HEY!" cried Vikki sitting up with hands on hips trying her best to sound upset but failing miserably. "Haven't you forgotten my sleeping draft." She allowed just the slightest of lecherous grins to drift across her face. "I mean fair is fair Mr. Hacker, how's a horny girl supposed to sleep if she doesn't get properly fucked!"

He turned to face her and pointed to a decidedly limp dick. Grinning he said, "Justin Robertson I most definitely am not, but if you can bring it to life then climb aboard. But I warn you, you'll have to do the work."

Not one to refuse a challenge, especially when it had to do with getting a cock hard enough to slide into her pussy, Vikki hopped between his legs — Carol had disappeared to the shower to clean up because she hated sleeping with a cum filled pussy — and immediately took his cock into her throat. Humming as she held him in her throat for the longest time Vikki soon managed to get him hard. Only then did she slide her mouth off his cock and sit up. Maintaining a grip of his cock with her right hand Vikki positioned herself over it, lowered her hips until its tip was lodged between her fleshy outer lips and then smoothly dropped down until her buttocks and his groin touched. Then satisfied she had all of him Vikki began to fuck him enthusiastically while Carol — she had come back naked and running a towel through her blonde hair — knelt close to where they were joined and offered her tongue in assistance.

After twenty minutes of vigorous fucking, three very noisy climaxes for Vikki and a come for Brian that must have drained his ball sacs they headed to the bathroom for another quick shower while a totally wrecked Carol Baker dropped into an immediate deep sleep. The shower was all Vikki and Brian could manage and they too flopped down on the extra large bed either side of Carol and like her went straight to sleep.

Vikki arrived at 28, Blvd. des Capucines, in the 9th arrondissement and just like when she entered Studio 2 at Abbey Road in London she felt history envelope her. Here she was standing outside the Paris Olympia. The venue had been graced by many international stars. Stars like Diana Krall, Stevie Nicks, Nick Cave, Lola Beltran, Céline Dion, Luciano Pavarotti, the Rolling Stones and of course the Beatles. She looked up at the billboard and noted that underneath the name of band and in similarly bold letting was the phrase 'ALONG WITH A SPECIAL GUEST PERFORMER!'. She wondered who it was because Samantha, acting in her role as agent for the group and now Lucy James, had refused point blank to tell them who the guest artist was. She had only said that they needed to cancel their sightseeing tour and to Brian she had cryptically added that it would represent something special for him.

Thus Samantha had gone on ahead to organise everything for their first rehearsal which would probably take them until three hours before they were due to perform. She did say that most of the days rehearsal would be for the benefit of the guest performer.

It's only as they are shown into the theatre and see Samantha Carson standing on the stage with a stunningly beautiful blonde that Brian, who had been talking about the thrill of performing in front of what was expected to be a knowledgable, expectant and highly sexual French audience, lapsed into stunned silence and stopped dead in his tracks.

"Lara Fabian!" he managed finally. Turning to Samantha he managed to say, "How ... why ... who... ?"

"Oh I would love to take the credit Brian," said Samantha, "but Lara here contacted me and asked about the possibility of joining you for both concerts. I took the liberty with the time constraints and everything of accepting on your behalf. We have also agreed in principal on the financial arrangements and the necessary papers are ready to be signed providing you all agree."

Brian immediately turned to Carol and the rest of the band and Lucy. He said nothing but his expression spoke volumes, it said 'please can Lara perform with us'. One by one they, with the exception of Vikki who looked spellbound, nodded their head though none of them spoke except for Lucy who said, as she turned to the Belgian born international superstar, "My boyfriend bought a copy of 'A Wonderful Life' that you recorded last year. One night he played it for me and I simply adored your version of a song by Leann Rimes that I quite liked, 'Review My Kisses'. I think it'll be really awesome to work with you."

"Well isn't that curious," laughed Carol as she turned to Lara. "Brian heard about the same album from a friend of ours, so of course he bought a copy and then when he fell in love with it he wouldn't rest until he had copies of all of your albums."

"All of them," responded Lara in perfect but delightfully accented English which was just as good as her French and Italian which she also spoke fluently. "Sorry, but natural curiosity begs me to wonder which songs you enjoyed the most?"

Brian's response was immediate. "Oh 'Carpe Diem' especially, 'Puisque C'est L'amour' (Since It's Love) and 'Pas Sans Toi' (Footsteps Without You) but really I love them all and it will be a thrill to be on the same stage as an international superstar." Then suddenly he turned to Vikki. "You haven't indicated one way or the other Vikki, come on babe. What do you think?"

Vikki had been off in a world of her own. She had been thinking about how much her life had changed in the just over seven weeks since she went from being a checkout chick to member of a band who were on an express ride to success. She had been thinking about the fourteen concerts she'd already been a part of, the seven fourteen hour day recording sessions and of course the sex. Not just with Robbie Williams and the two girls from 'Girls Aloud' and their boyfriends but with loads of other guys too. Here she was doing what she loved and earning what to her was an obscene amount of money for the privilege.

"Are you kidding!" she said to Brian finally. To Lara she added. "Welcome to the world of 'Sin'!" And then she walked to the stage and embraced the beautiful blonde superstar. And pretty soon Lara Fabian found herself surrounded by ten enthusiastic people as she was hugged, kissed and generally welcomed.

"There is just one thing," said Lara offering a sobering thought. "I do not wish to take part in the acte sexuel, sorry I mean the sex act, on stage. About that I am definite."

"Well of course Lara," responded Brian Hacker taking up his role as spokesman for the group. "We certainly would not be asking or expecting that of you. Neither would we expect you to ... er ... present yourself in any form of undress. You are one of the world's finest singers, I think it's fair to say that your French fans will like you just the way you are." He smiled. "You just leave all the nudity and the sinful behaviour to us."

"But that is just it," she said with just the barest hint of a naughty smile, "I don't want to leave all the naughty behaviour to you. I simply said that I didn't want to have the sex on stage." Grinning she added. "I didn't say I didn't want to undress and make good use of your runway while I am sans vêtements, without ... er ... clothes," and she indicated the specially created structure that split the audience dead centre to a distance of twenty-two yards.

"There is one more thing," said Lara Fabian as she reached for the buttons of a very expensive silk blouse and began undoing them, "Samantha showed me a DVD of you guys doing what you do." She undid the last two buttons of the blouse. "You guys are all very sexy." She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders and onto the stage to reveal perfect breasts clad in a simple but sexy lace bra. "Do you think that a 35-year-old woman like me--" she reached for the button on her designer jeans "--with a figure as plain as mine--" she slid the zipper down "--would complement your beautiful bodies?" She turned away from the group and pushed the jeans to her feet and from her bent at the waist position looked back as she stepped out of them. Standing up again she turned to face them and with arms at her side asked, "So do you?"

Vikki looked at the gorgeous woman and took in her exquisite figure clad in simply but deliciously sexy black lace underwear. She was the embodiment of sexuality, she was also, Vikki was certain, the feature performer in many a young French boy's wet dream. "Are you kidding?" she said. She didn't have to look but she did anyway and was proved correct when she saw four bulges that Brian, Eddie, Chris and Ray were all making no attempt to hide. Pointing to each of them in turn she added. "Do they answer your question?"

"Indeed they do," laughed Lara. "The question now is, would this be an improvement?" and in a matter of a few seconds her underwear had gone the way of her blouse and jeans and she was standing there proud, naked and not in the least bit embarrassed.

"I think..." said Carol stepping behind Lara and reaching around her until her hands were bare inches from her breasts. "Do you mind?" When Lara Fabian shook her head Carol cupped her breasts leaving her areola and nipples exposed. "I think that these should be the highlight of your show." She dropped her left hand and ran a finger through her sparse growth of pubic hair until it rested just above the pink purse of her pussy where her outer labia were joined. "As should your pretty little puss. Therefore you shouldn't be in such a hurry to show all your fans the goodies."

"So," asked Samantha voicing the unasked question that was obviously on everyone's mind, "how do we set tonight and tomorrow nights concerts up?"

"Well as far as I can see," said Brian, "we have two choices. One, Lara goes on first and performs her own show by herself and finishes with a performance similar to the one she has just provided us while singing some of her favourite songs. Or two, she sings the first song after an introduction by you, Sam, and then Lara introduces us. We then ask the audience if they'd like her to stay." He turned to Lara and smiled. "If it is the second option, when you introduce us we would then break into AC/DC's 'High Voltage' while you help undress us to the delights of what I suspect will be a very vocal audience. By the end of the night of course you will finish up naked but without involving yourself in any of the sexual performances, unless of course you elect to do so." Brian Hacker's expression became serious at that point. "Joining us for the show would of course mean that you'll have to involve yourself with the gold ticket holders to a certain degree."

Grinning Lara asked, "So who would undress me?" She looked to Brian and Carol in turn. "How about you two?"

They nodded their heads and as soon as it was universally agreed Lara would be a part of the two shows everyone signed the necessary documentation to make the partnership official. It was decided then that the concerts would go for two and a half hours and that they should concentrate on working through Lara's material to decide which they would use and how it would be combined with the 'Sins' material.

SATURDAY APRIL-23

It's Friday evening Central European Time. "Ladies and gentlemen," said Samantha Carson as she stood at the front of the stage and addressed the packed auditorium, "I could spend the next thirty minutes detailing the achievements of the international superstar I'm about to introduce to you, but I won't. Instead all I'll say is two words." She indicated off stage to her right. "LARA FABIAN!"

The applause, the cheering and the foot stomping began immediately Samantha walked off the stage and reached a crescendo when the blonde beauty reached centre stage.

Brian and Carol and the rest of 'Multitude of Sins' were behind a veiled curtain ready to provide the musical accompaniment to Lara. It had been a point of discussion during rehearsal. Lara Fabian had thought that the bands workload would have been formidable enough without backing her as well. Naturally they had insisted and, after proving during rehearsal how well they could handle Lara's music, of course they won the argument.

Lara sang two songs, to the delight of the audience, before she introduced 'Multitude of Sins'.

Any doubt as to how they would be received faded away as wild applause broke out and continued as they broke into their traditional AC/DC opener 'High Voltage'. Of course they quietened as they watched Chris and Eddie strip Lisa and Dee-Dee, Vikki strip Chris and Lucy do the same to Eddie but then the noise began again as the audience realised that the woman whom they had adopted as one of their own began to strip Brian.

From that point on the audience was hooked and the 'Sins' and Lara Fabian never let them go, especially when Lara allowed Brian to strip her of her electric blue gown to reveal the sexy black lace underwear she wore underneath just before Brian and Carol sang 'I'm In The Mood'.

The show that had been expected to go from eight thirty to a quarter past eleven with encores but such was the appreciation of the audience that an exhausted, happy and sexually satisfied, with the exception of Lara who hadn't participated, group of performers walked naked off the stage at ten minutes to twelve.

In the dressing room, the meeting with the gold ticket holders and the presentation of the usual after concert goodies took around thirty minutes, freshening up, dressing and a relaxing drink took up another hour and then it was time to head back to their suites at the Park Hyatt.

Brian looked at Lara before they walked to the limos that were waiting at the back of the theatre. "So Lara, would you like to come back to the hotel and help us unwind?"

She grinned and thought about the events on stage, about how they had all had sex with each other and the eight gold ticket holders from the 'Sin Pit'. Then she thought about how she'd been naked for the last two hours of the concert and how, despite being turned-on for most of that time, she hadn't backed away from her vow not to have sex on stage and in public. Of course back at the hotel in one of their private suites was a different matter, she was a sexual creature and she needed some kind of release.

"I think, Brian," she said, "that would be a splendid idea." She looked around the room while thinking about how the band hadn't drawn any distinction between the male and female gender when they were performing sexually. "And considering that there are only four men and I'll be the seventh female it's probably just as well that us girls are all bisexual."

Samantha Carson looked at her and smiled. "So are you saying that... ?"

'Sam'," interrupted Lara Fabian with a delightful girlish giggle, "I wouldn't be joining you at your hotel if I didn't plan on releasing some of the sexual tensions that have built up in this aging body of mine." She walked up to the group's agent, moved behind her until her breasts were pressing into the woman's back, reached around and took Samantha Carson's magnificent breasts in her hands. "Now would you mind if you and I... ?" She left the question unfinished expecting that Samantha Carson would answer her anyway. She was right.

"Lara, I would be delighted." She smiled. "I can think of nothing better than exploring your beautiful body." She turned in the singers arms and took a cheek of her perfectly formed, sexy arse in each hand and squeezed gently. "Aging it might be, showing signs of it, it most definitely isn't."

"Well that settles it," said Brian with a laugh. "I reckon I've got a couple more good fucks in me before we call it a night." He looked at Lara Fabian. "Might I save one of them for you?"

"I should be honoured shouldn't I," responded Lara, "two more orgasms and you're saving one of them for me." Grinning she added, "Of course I accept."

"Don't worry Lara," said Vikki with a giggle, "if his cock packs it in he's pretty good with his tongue."

"Oh I think, after what I witnessed tonight, that you all have talented tongues."

Nothing else was said after that. They all knew what they wanted and all headed to the waiting limousines with every intentional of heading back to hotel and having their fill of sensual delights."

No sooner were they in Brian, Carol and Vikki's suite than Lara had Samantha undressed and was ready to explore her spectacular body, especially her 38C tits. Samantha though was having none of it and obstinately refused to accept the blonde internationally acclaimed singer's attention until she too was naked. Of course it was a request she was happy to fulfil, and seconds after she had slipped her panties over her hips, down her thighs and off her feet the two women were quickly engaged in a sixty-nine.

And then there was nine, all of whom quickly undressed. When the groups three guitarists made up a threesome that left just three couples. Brian moved to a giggling Lucy who had mentioned something about still feeling horny enough to take on a train but added that she would be more than happy if Brian brought her to several climaxes before he delivered one of his promised two comes deep into the heart of her cunt.

With Ray Casellas partnering Carol Vikki was more than happy to lay down on the thickly piled luxurious rug on the floor and spread her legs for Chris Barratt. She smiled when she saw that he was about kneel between her legs and let his experienced tongue and fingers work on her pussy. "No need for that Chris." She reached out with her hand and grabbed his hard-on and gently eased him towards her split peach pussy. "There's only one thing I need from you now." She pointed his cock right at the entrance to her pussy and pushed up until she felt the head slide between her inner lips. "OH FUCK YES!" she cried. "FUCK IT UP MY CUNT CHRIS, FUUCCCKKKK MEE!! FUCK ME NOW!!!"

And being a member of the worlds most sexually active rock band Chris did exactly that vigorously slamming his cock all the way home in one solid thrust before withdrawing and repeating the dose for thrust after thrust.

"Come on Chris baby," said Vikki she pushed back against the saxophonists thrusting hips, "fuck your slut." She lifted her arse off the rug and squeezed her pussy muscles around his cock slowing his progress until he had to fight to slide his cock in and out. "COME ON," she cried, "FUCK MY CUNT!! FUCK YOUR BIG COCK RIGHT UP MY SLUTTY CUNT!!!" Then just as he readied himself for the supreme effort Vikki released her muscles and felt his hips slam into her as his cock slammed deep into the heart of her vagina.