Allowing the music to continue playing through the speakers which extended into the bathroom too, Josh took the robe off and hung it back up then he and Amelia, who was wearing nothing but the necklace and a satisfied smile, stood beside the nearly-full bath and switched on the jets. Amelia then dropped the powdery ball in and watched as it started to fizz, revealing a red layer beneath the white and turning the water rose-petal pink. Josh got in first, getting comfy in the relaxingly hot water, then held Amelia’s hands to help her in and she sank down into the pink water opposite him, reminding him of an Egyptian Queen in a historial epic from Hollywood’s golden age.

Leaning over the side, Josh picked up the two flutes and set them on the side of the tub then carefully popped the cork on the chilled bottle which, much to Amelia’s amusement, shot up, hit that ceiling than landed with a splash in the water between them where it bobbed around on the currents caused by the jets. He then carefully filled both glasses with the sparkling wine and set the bottle back down on the tiled platform around the bath. He passed one to Amelia then took his own, raising it as if in a toast.

“What should we drink to?” he asked with a smile.

“To Samantha!” Amelia declared with a grin. “The yummiest Christmas turkey anyone ever tasted!”

“To Samantha, the Christmas turkey!” Josh clinked his glass against hers as she giggled then they both took a sip. The wine was sweeter than Josh would have chosen for himself, not that he would normally choose sparkling wine anyway, but it was perfect for both the company and occasion, clearly intended to be shared with the young girls who stayed at the hotel with their “daddies”. As she watched her young concubine, with her perky little pre-teen tits above the water-line and somehow accentuated by the necklace which hung between them, he wondered just how common such visitors were and whether this was a commonly accepted thing throughout the city or whether the Roebuck chain was generally more welcoming due to its associations with Sidney and the restaurants named after her? Not that the public image of the brand was anything but wholesome, of course, despite the nudity and the fact that it existed purely to be a place where young girls could be cooked and eaten, but there was no way those in charge did not understand who made up a decently large portion of their market.

Already feeling a little light-headed but definitely enjoying the sensation, Amelia finished her glass while Josh was only half way down his and asked for a top-up which he duly provided.

“Careful!” he winked at her as he refilled her glass. “I might get you drunk and take advantage of you!”

“A girl can dream!” Amelia giggled in response, clinking her glass to his again before downing half its contents in a single gulp.

It was only once they were relaxing in the water, to which the bath bomb gave a velvety, almost creamy texture, that they both realised how tired they were. With the excitement for the next day, nobody had slept especially well the night of Christmas Eve, despite how busy they had been during the day, then Christmas Day itself had been a long one with everyone only really settling down to sleep towards midnight and, although they had slept reasonable well and been able to sleep in a little, apart from the stolen half hour or so Josh and Amelia had shared in the snow outside, sleeping on camp beds in an unfamiliar space had limited the quality of that sleep. Now, despite feeling in some ways that weeks had already passed since Christmas, they were still only at the end of the very next days, at least some of Samantha’s meat still inside them.

After a little bit of conversation, mostly about the musical, Josh invited Amelia to come sit on his lap, partly for the intimacy but also in large part so that he could make sure that she did not fall asleep in the hot, relaxing water, slip under the surface and drown. Even if he fell asleep himself, he was confident that his parents instincts would alert him if she began to slide out from his embrace. Happily, setting her glass carefully on the side of the bath next to her lover’s, the young girl did as he asked and leaned her head back, resting it on his shoulder, as he put his strong arms around her tummy under the water, lovely the feeling of her smooth, slippery body against his own. They sat like this is relaxed silence for a few minutes before she spoke.

“When I’m gone,” Amelia broke the silence, a slightly melancholy tone in her voice, “promise me you won’t be like the Phantom!”

“What do you mean?” he asked, concerned for the young girl who he had come to genuinely love in a way that was both romantic and parental, a combination he had never expected to experience.

“Don’t obsess over me.” she told him. “Erin will need your love and attention. Ryan too. And Mrs Martin of course!” She smiled. “What we have, whatever it really is, is wonderful but we both know it’s going to end. In fact,” she gave a rather wistful sigh, “the only reason it was allowed to start was because everyone knew how it would end.”

“Are you having second thoughts about cooking?” Josh asked gently, kissing his young lover on the forehead. “Because I’m sure your sister wouldn’t force you, or anyone else for that matter, and the christening isn’t for another six months yet so they have plenty of time to make other arrangements!”

“No,” she smiled sweetly, “no second thoughts! I really do want to cook and I’m really looking forward to feeling the spit inside me.” She paused for a moment, squirming a little on Josh’s lap and licking her lips in a way he could not help but find arousing. “I’m just worried about you when I’m gone. It would be nice to think you would just forget me but I don’t want you to miss me so much that you don’t get on with and enjoy the rest of your life.”

“I promise.” He kissed her tenderly again. “You and Samantha will always been in my heart and I will never forget either of you. Will I be sad when you’re not around any more? Of course,” he stroked her hair, “for a while at least. But I must admit I’m looking forward to seeing you on that spit almost as much as you’re looking forward to riding it!” This made Amelia giggle happily. “And I just know you’re going to taste absolutely delectable!”

“You know it!” Amelia grinned. “Plus, in a way, once you’ve enjoyed both out meat, Sam and I will be a part of you forever!”

“You certainly will!” Josh promised and, excited once more by the discussion of herself as food, Amelia turned around on his lap, put her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply as she began to grind in his lap, feeling him stand to attention for her once more. Their tongues entwined as she lifted herself up and forcefully impaled herself on his rock-hard manhood, creating waves alongside the bubbles in the tub as she rode him aggressively. Even if his load had not mostly been spent less than half an hour earlier in the bed, Josh had known for years that he was unable to climax in the hot water of a bath and so was able to remain hard for her until she had completely exhausted herself but not before her delicious young body had experienced three powerful orgasms!

“Any more wine left?” she asked, peeping over the side as she snuggled to him once more, the jets keeping the water constantly warm. Chuckling, Josh picked the bottle up and filled both glasses once more and advised her to drink this one a little more carefully, not relishing the idea of having to deal with a distressed, vomiting girl over night. Realising that one day had become the next as they lay in the tub, they finally decided that it was time for bed and Josh pulled the lever to drain the tub while he gently dried his sleepy, light-headed young concubine with one of the hotel’s fluffy white towels that were kept warm on a rack then switching off the music which gently faded out.

After kissing him softly on the lips, Amelia left Josh alone in the bathroom to dry himself and went back through into the main room. When he came out a minute or so later, naked and holding the bottle in one hand and the glasses in the other, he found her stood at the window looking out over the city’s theatre district, still a hive of activity despite it being nearly one o’clock. For the city, he knew, this was still late evening. He set the glasses and bottle down on the coffee table and slipped his arms around her from behind.

“It’s so beautiful, isn’t is?” She smiled at his reflection in the glass. “It looks so beautiful…” she sang softly, quoting the musical. “So very beautiful…” Josh lovingly turned her around to embrace and kiss her then emptied the rest of the bottle into their two glasses, as evenly as he could manage but making sure that the little extra went to hers. Still standing naked in front of the window, knowing that the people below could not see them, they interlocked their arms like Amelia had seen on television and enjoyed the last of the sweet, sparkling wine. “Take me to bed!” she whispered to him, setting her glass down close to his on the window sill. Lovingly, Josh scooped her up in his arms, carried her across the room and laid her gently on the bed before slipping in beside her and pulling the folded-back sheets over both of them. Gently, lovingly, they kissed, stroked and caressed each other before falling into a long over-due sleep wrapped in each other’s arms.


To be continued...