Robin blushed crimson, his eyes going wide, "R-really? You'd do that for me?" "Sure, I’m sure Athena won’t mind! Anywhere in particular you want her to sign?" She asked brightly, holding her hands out for the pad. Robin bit his lip, feeling his heart hammering in his chest as he opened the book and flicked through the pages until he got to one, "Y-yeah, this one, when she performed in Madison Square, I know it's not great but it's like, really hard to capture everything she is on stage... You know?" The woman held up the picture, her mouth open in an O as she took in the hand-drawn picture of Athena up on stage, head thrown back as she gripped the mic, her dress and hair rippling in the air from her movements, the world around her alight with detail, but all somehow seeming to focus the attention on Athena, where it should be. "Oh my... Did, did you draw this?" She asked. “I um, yes?” He said, a little reserved, unsure if she thought really well or really poorly of it. "Hmm... Do you have a mobile phone on you?" Robin nodded again and pulled it from his pocket, feeling confused, his eyes glancing around a little unsure before focusing again on the woman. "Pass it here." Robin hesitated, "W...Why?" The woman gave him a wry smile, "She doesn't like to have to worry about people taking pictures of her after a show's finished, and if you're going to be getting into the japanese limo to show her this yourself while she waits..." She left the rest unsaid. Robin just stared at her, feeling like his mind needed a hard reboot as, with a little laugh, she easily plucked his phone from his hand stuffing it into one of her pockets. "Come on come on, before someone else notices." She urged, handing him back the pad and bringing him around the side of the barrier, the security letting them both through, though he could feel their gazes following him intently. He walked the short distance to the limo in a trance, feeling like he was floating as he held his sketch pad. He followed a couple of paces behind the woman as she approached the limo and knocked on the window which, after a couple of moments rolled down far enough for her to poke her head in. The hammering of his heart drowned out most of what was said, but he heard snippets from the womans hushed voice. "I've got one here who..." "Yeah, yeah the one with the cute..." "You should see..." "No no, fan'boy', if you can..." The woman stood and stepped back, opening one of the doors to the limo and smiled to Robin who was practically shaking, from nerves or the cold he wasn’t sure, probably both. She nodded towards the open the door and, swallowing, Robin stepped oriental forward. He almost tripped climbing into the luxurious heat of the limos lavish interior, finding himself suddenly sat on a plush leather seat mature with his sketchbook and pen in his hands as, behind him, the door was pushed closed sealing him into the comforting embrace of the warmth, a weighty click signifying that he was now locked in here, all alone, with her. With Athena. "Well hi asian there cutie," she said with a soft smile, reclined in her seat, having changed, it seemed, from her stage dress which now lay in a heap on the floor, along with he noted, blushing furiously, a bra and pair of panties, to a more comfortable loose fitting t-shirt and joggers, "Don’t worry, everyone's a little starstruck at first, but you'll get over it soon enough..." She paused, then laughed a little as she noted his wide doe-like brown eyes, "Or, you know, at least be able to speak." "E-er, hi." He said and her smile broadened noticeably as she caught the cadence of his soft voice. My tongue followed suit, and as it entered her mouth she moaned softly. “It’s a long story, but Jill lost the baby last night at dinner. Cindy didn't say a word. "Do you recognize this room, John? Dr. Quinn oriental came at a run from inside, stopping short as she stared at the dark haired, pale beauty. His japanese mind flowed with sexual thoughts and his dick grew harder and bigger by the second. Slowly inch by inch I took my sisters virginity. Now both of them let go and let the passion control. You have to make me move a bit to get it off. Synthia opened her mouth, stretching her tongue out and asian tilting her head back. Lean and mean. She doesn’t know if there is more beyond his stipulation for the office, but she suspects there is. She hopes there is because she has her own deep desires regarding him. “A mature bit young for that isn’t she.” She bucked and heaved, growled and swore, and we ate gluttonously, sloppily rotating our faces and humming in pure depravity, writhing together in a gentler wave than Bianca’s, but with the same cadence. We must end this game fast, so I can go and fuck her.