*** Itty-bitty partial SMUT warning, nothing extreme just Freddie being a tease and driving Daisy nuts***
The girls sat anxiously in the back of their limousine on their way to the stadium.
Daisy was a pro at Queen concerts, while Anita and Vee were both first-timers.
Having begged Freddie to allow them in the crowd, he reluctantly agreed with the promise that she would allow four undercover security guards around her and the girls.
Dressed in a yellow plaid two piece summer dress and white sneakers, Daisy felt sexy. She made sure to have two shots of brandy before leaving the room to soothe her nerves, before making her way to the limo with Anita and Vee.
Despite knowing the show layout, she always felt nervous for Freddie who was cool as a cucumber whoever he was on stage.
"I'm so nervous I could pee myself!" Anita confessed suddenly.
Daisy leaned over towards the limo's mini bar and poured four shots of Whiskey.
"Have these, two each" she instructed the girls.
"You're not having any?" Vee asked as she threw back her first shot.
"I've had mine at the room" Daisy winked.
The limo began its descend into the stadiums underground car park after a short drive. The boys were already there for their instrument tuning and warm ups.
As it came to a stop, the back doors opened and they were met by four casually dressed, built men who despite looking like commoners, were anything but common.
"Mrs Mercury, I am Carl, we will be your security for the evening. We've been instructed to stay close by during the show" Carl explained very seriously.
Daisy gave a slow cautious nod "okaaaay....well let's get to it then"
"Could he be any more serious?!" She whispered to the girls who giggled agreeing.
*
Roger felt nervous, a feeling he didn't feel often before a show.
For the first time, he felt divided from his band mates. He could feel their judgement, their resentment.
He made no effort to speak to any of them and kept his earphones and sun glasses on to avoid having to socialise with anyone.
John cautiously stole glances at Roger, and despite feeling disappointed in his action, he felt sorry for his friend and understood that he would be feeling terribly lonely and upset.
Freddie paced around their dressing room while doing his vocal warm ups. Like John, he would also glance at Roger, but unlike John, he was angry and disappointed.
"Boys, the supporting act is finishing up, 5 minutes till show time" a young and nervous stage hand called out in a thick French accent.
Freddie stretched his arms above his head and jumped up and down energetically, increasing his adrenaline.
"Let's go!" He called out to himself loudly.
***
The light dimmed to a near complete darkness.
The audience began to scream despite not seeing of hearing anything. They knew they were coming. They knew that in a moments time, they would hear Rogers drums, John's bass, Brian's guitar and Freddie's magical vocals.
Queen took up their positions: Roger crouched low down on a drum stool, behind his gleaming kit; Brian, with his homemade 'red special' guitar plugged into its extended umbilical curly cord, concealed behind a large black monitor on stage left. John with his Fender bass.
On cue with the intro tape, the trio would crash perfectly into the opening song as Brian and John bound on stage.
Fractionally after the opening bars, Freddie would glide out like a cat, and swoop his wand mic from the hand of whoever of the crew was holding it, as he effortlessly strode across the stage.
The initial roar from the crowd was pushed to another level, as Freddie took his place upfront.
When the overhead rig manoeuvred into its final position, blazing and scorching with light as the pyrotechnics exploded, the energy created was truly tremendous.
Queen's mantra of 'Blind 'em and defeat em!' worked every time.
Freddie would tease and cajole his audience like an experienced lover, using strength, stealth and power to take control.
Drawing his conquests in closer, he would slow pace to show his own vulnerability, before taking them to the heights of excitement and final consummation.
Freddie loved to fuck his audience, and they loved it in return.
As the guitar roared "Hammer to fall" Freddie sexually strides across the stage and searches for Daisy.
He is met with ear piercing screams from eager female fans, each wishing that he would be making those same moves towards them.
The French knew how to party and they were making sure Queen felt their appreciation.
Relief washed across Freddie as he spotted Daisy who waved to him enthusiastically.
Giving her a wink, which every female around her thought was aimed at them, he continued to tease his audience with his sexual advances.
Daisy bit her lip as Freddie removed his tank top. Screams and whistles followed as he threw it into the audience.
Like hungry animals, they lunged at the fabric and ripped it from all corners, trying to get closer to their idol in any way possible.
Taking a short break to speak to the audience, Freddie thanked everyone for their attendance and introduced his band mates who each gave a small sample of their musical abilities.
As the deep baseline for "Get down make love" spread through the speakers, Freddie thought he would stay close to Daisy's part of the stage, and let her have her own little show.
His hot flesh was covered in sweat, red from the heat of his adrenaline.
He loved to tease and tantalise her.
Watching Daisy while using his mic as a prop to assist him in some very sexual dance moves and gyrations.
Men, women, young and old, all hypnotised and experiencing orgasms in all of their senses.
Daisy, like any hot blooded female, felt the Mercury effect along with everyone else, with the difference that while 40,000 audience members would be going home alone, she would be going home with Freddie and doing dangerously dirty things to and with him.
Her eyes burned as they fixed onto the large bulge in his pants. She began to fidget, as her mind began to wander towards the thoughts of what she would be doing to him in a handful of hours.
Gently placing his hand on her shoulder, Carl had informed Daisy, that Freddie requested her presence during their quick 5 minute break, which was coming up very soon.
She nodded and hurried off after him towards a back entrance which was allocated for staff and crew, while the remaining three security stayed with Anita and Vee in the audience.
As she made her way backstage, she waited anxiously like a groupie.
Recognising the break in the song, where Brian would play his guitar solo, while the other three would have a cigarette and drink, Daisy glanced towards the stage waiting for Freddie to come barging off.
Freddie bounded over to Daisy and pushed her into the wall behind her.
Kissing her passionately without any hesitation or care of anyone around, he pulled Daisy into his sweaty body and devoured her with his mouth.
Finally he pulled away catching his breath "this outfit makes me want to fuck you right now"
Daisy giggled "well with that little strip show out there you basically did fuck me! A bit of a waste though seeing as you're up there and in down there...What's the point?" she teased.
Glancing around making sure no one was in eyes view, he slid his hand slowly between Daisy's thighs.
The heat between her legs made him smile which grew further as he felt her drenched panties. Slipping them to the side with his fingers, he dipped two digits into her soaking pussy, then began to circle them around.
Daisy gasped and clutched Freddie's neck pulling his closer to her.
Leaning into her, he whispered in a low and hushed tone that only she could hear "THIS was the point baby, and as you can see, it wasn't a waste at all. Making your pussy this wet is never a waste"
He pulled his fingers out of her and sucked them clean in front of her.
Daisy's limited self control was being tested as she watched Freddie consume her juices.
"Fuck me!" She begged.
Laughing at the dark desperation in her voice, Freddie cracked a dazzling smile. He loved it when Daisy was desperate for him.
"I gotta get back out there" he explained "they're all waiting"
"IM WAITING!" Daisy pleaded, her voice now begging.
"But unlike them, you'll have my cock in you soon" His eyes ran down Daisy one last time, before Roger and John emerged. He gave a single shake of his head in disbelief in himself for passing up on a quickie with her.
"I can't wait to eat that!" He pointed between her legs.
John pulled a disgusted face from behind him "is there a special part of your brain that's dedicated to saying shit like that when people are around?! Honestly Fred, I don't want to know that part of your life!"
Freddie laughed and put his hand on Johns shoulder "sorry mate"