Former porn star, now veteran time traveller, Sarah Young emerged from the time vortex and found herself in the middle of two females, both about five feet seven. She looked up and around and figured that they were in a moving elevator.
To her left was a beautiful long haired blonde with sparkling blue eyes and an infectious smile. On her right was a red head with thick bangs that came down to her eye line.
The three of them jerked in each others arms as the lift came to a loud halt and the two doors opened onto a plush carpeted hallway, closed doors ran in sequence on either side. Obviously this was a Hotel floor.
Sarah was taken by each elbow and ushered out of the lift and all three quickly ran to the far end. The redhead took out a key from a purse and unlocked room 69, and they all rushed in breathless.
"Ha! We beat the press, tack och lov!"
The tall women with the thick accents collapsed in large armchairs and began giggling. The main room was spacious with woven carpets and rugs and elegant and traditional furnishings.
One big table was chock full of fresh fruit, jugs of orange juice and a silver bucket with ice and a cold bottle of champagne wedged in it. Opened telegrams were strewn about the floor. A big window had the drapes closed and all the electric lights were switched on.
Sarah scrutinised the pair of them. Both were identically dressed in white mini dresses with a sash loosely around the waist and tied at the left hip. The scoop necks and short sleeves gave the upper half a comfortable fit around their bust, and each had a cat motif on the front. The blonde had a blue tabby, the other woman in gold. White platform heeled boots came to their knees and each boot had a bow around the top.
"Sit my dear, sit you down." Said the blonde in a sweet voice.
x
Sarah put her hand to her brow and began to relax, the time shift had been smooth on this occasion and she felt fine and well.
A headband ran around the centre of her head and her lush mane of tight curls fell loosely about her bare shoulders. Sarah looked at herself and she appeared to be dressed in a one piece jumpsuit of polyester that flared out from the knees for a bell bottom finish. On her feet were hideous white platform heeled shoes with a buckle fastening strap at front.
She blinked at herself as she took in the shimmering iridescent multi coloured fabric that graced her figure. The elasticated back gave her a perfect fit and the halter neck, and the tie belt fastening under her bosom made her DD boobs jut out large at the front.
Of all the outfits she had been subjected to this was no doubt the tackiest so far. The seventies had a severe lack of dress sense.
"At last some peace, dat film crew are getting boring now."
"Yah, everywhere we go, they are there." Agreed the woman with the reddish brown locks.
Sarah stared at them with wide eyes as she began to realise who they were. When she was a little girl in England she had loved them and knew every word to all their songs. A further glance around the room revealed tour memorabilia and scarves with the legend, 'Abba Australian Tour 1977.'
This was none other than Frida and Agnetha, half of the Swedish mega group Abba, who had taken half of the world by storm in under three years. Their relative partners, Bjorn and Benny made up the other half. The two men wrote all their songs and played in the group. Benny, the piano player lived with Frida, while the guitarist Bjorn was married to the stunning blonde.
The voluptuous brunette looked into the green eyes of Frida and gave a big smile as she took in the slim, long legged woman. Agnetha was the classic Nordic blonde, ethereal and curvy with stunning pins that never seemed to quit. Both were gorgeous in their own unique way and Sarah was in awe.
"So, how did you like the show? Only one more to do and then we can fly home."
"Oh, the show? Er, yes, it was great, really good."
Sarah had seen the legendary movie made of the 1977 tour many times and knew the routine. They had been on a whirlwind itinerary, through Europe and now Australia.
"Are you a fan or are you part of the film crew?"
"Oh yes, I'm on the crew, we must have gotten separated after the end of the show."
Frida narrowed her eyes as crossed and uncrossed her legs, her lips had a dark, sexy pout.
"I think I remember you, yah. You haf nice brost."
Sarah blushed as she realised the Swedish singer had been looking at her humongous boobs.
"Why, thank you." Said Sarah.
Seeing as the last thing she recalled was being fucked by D'Artagnan in 1770, it must have been someone else Frida had observed.
"There iss no way you can leave the room for a while, we haf to lie low for a while, hope you don't mind."
Abba had become so successful that they simply could not move without dozens of reporters and cameramen invading their privacy. The cost of fame.
"Where are the guys?" Sarah wondered.
"Hah! When we do the road trip, we haf separate rooms. They do the show, then write songs, music, music, music, iss boring for us, no?"
Agnetha feigned a yawn.
"Yah." Said Frida in agreement. "We cannot leave the hotel, the fans would mob us, so we stay in room by ourselves. With no men it can be frustrating, we haf to make our own amusement."
She shot her partner a knowing look and their eyes twinkled.
Frida stood and threw her arms up.
