By Arrowhead
came that she was strong enough to leave, the world had better look out because she was going to own it. In the meantime, she was bored as hell. Angelene was a witch. There was no way to gloss over the description. It was a craft she learned from her grandmother. As she grew older, her talents
increased. The way things stood now, she could have about anything (or anyone) she wanted in the tiny town of Benton, and woe be unto anyone who tried to stop her. Not that there was much around she wanted. She had already sampled from both the single and married male population of the town that caught her fancy, exacted revenge (sometimes extremely painful) on women who interfered in her business and she never paid a bill. What did that leave? It was dull and challenges were few and far between. Away from her home base she couldn't exercise her powers with the ease she was accustomed to. That was gradually changing, though. Every now and then she liked to take off for a weekend and try her hand in the closest thing to a city, just to see how she was progressing. It was feeling like time to go again, but what to do when she got there? She casually leafed through the entertainment section of the paper. Movies? No. Bars? Nah. A turn of the page revealed a picture that caught her attention immediately. Four guys around her own age and they damn sure weren't locals. Her green eyes flicked across the brief article. A band that would be in town for the weekend. Hmmm...tasty looking, all four of them. Suddenly, her weekend looked a lot less blank. It would be nice to get her hands on something besides the hicks around here. Any one of these guys looked capable of going the distance with her in the sack. It would be a nice change of pace. First things first, though. One thing she had learned from her Granny was to not go charging after something or someone without knowing the situation. Angelene lit a candle in an ornate brass holder that rested on
her coffee table before carefully tearing the picture from the page and folding it into a small square.
She placed the square of newsprint in the palm of one hand before covering it with the other. Angelene closed her eyes and emptied her mind of all the detritus that had been drifting about as she directed her breathing into a slow and steady pattern. She knew that people in some cultures would not have their pictures taken because they believed that it captured part of their soul. Little did the media happy western world know, those people were on to something. As she sat there concentrating, the information she wanted began to come forth. The one she first drew out was the little one. Davy. He might be a bit more difficult than she felt like dealing with at the present, and besides that, this was supposed to be fun. It would be hard to get into the head of someone who thought so much of and about himself. Of course he seemed to have a weakness for women, but since actual emotions never played into it much, it wasn't the same. The next was Peter. Sheesh, what an open book she had
here. This guy wouldn't even require any of her powers to be made to do her will. Pass. Oooo. 'What have we here?' she thought to herself as the next vibe drifted in. It was the surly looking one, Mike. Surly looking or not, she wouldn't mind a little piece of that. The restlessness rolled off this guy in waves. What was his deal? There was a strong sense of iron will associated with him, too, and it was tied to the restlessness. There was no way she could take this one down. Yet. It would be fun to try, though. 'Another time baby,' she thought as she mentally tried to follow the glide of his feelings. The trail fell away somewhere in the area of the fourth. 'I wonder what THAT'S about,' Angelene mused to herself as the final indicators came in. Micky did not seem aware of the other man's projections toward him, but then most normal people wouldn't be. And anyway, how could you be aware of much when your mind was all over the place like that? This one was smart, but not drawn long to any one thing. Many and varied interests. He distracted easily and had a mellow personality, although wasn't anyone's fool. Cute, too. Despite the fact that he was totally lacking in the attractive brooding menace his friend had, there was still something about him. 'You're the lucky victim,' She thought as similar to a weak radio signal, the vibes began to fade out.
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The motel room had seen better days and it smelled musty like a basement. That was alright. One day
they'd be staying at the Waldorf or someplace similar. Mike, who didn't sleep well in a strange bed, was
wide awake. As he often did when sleep eluded him, he fantasized about how it would be when they hit the big time. None of the others shared his problem. From around the room he could hear soft snoring and even breathing. And some thrashing around. What's this? Mike propped himself up on one elbow and looked around. The room was dimly lit by the big neon sign outside. In the blue glow it produced, he could see Micky raise one arm and wave it around like he was fending off some kind of attack.
Things had certainly deteriorated in a hurry. He was terrified and didn't know what he had done to cause it. Everything was great in the beginning. Micky wasn't sure where he was and he didn't care. Wherever it was, it was completely dark and yet he could see what was going on. He was on a blanket or rug or something and half undressed. There was a girl with him but he didn't know who she was. He was on his knees and she was right behind him even though he couldn't feel her. He watched as she gently ran her immaculate red laquered nails up and down his chest and stomach, scratching just enough to be pleasant. The hands glided down and began to undo the button and zipper of his pants. Micky sighed with pleasure and anticipation as he leaned back. That's when things started downhill. Expecting the soft warmth of another body, he was startled to encounter something that was all cold, hard, angular surfaces. He jumped forward and turned to see nothing. He peered into the darkness to no avail. Where did she go? Feeling stupid, but not knowing what else to do, he called out.
"Hello?"
It echoed for several seconds. Something appeared as the sound of his voice died out. Eyes. They glowed a hot yellow and seemed to be creeping closer. He could make out the sounds of heavy breathing and low growling. That was enough for him. Micky got up and ran into the blackness. He tripped and fell numerous times before running into a wall. He quickly got up and began moving his hands over its surface frantically searching for a door. The growling came nearer. He stood trembling with fear as he felt a puff of hot air on his back. Its breath. He waited and nothing happened. Finally a hoarse, gutteral voice spoke.
"Turn around!"
Micky did as he was told. The glow from the eyes was almost blinding. The growling abruptly stopped and the only sound was Micky's rapid, panicked breathing. The seconds seemed like an eternity. He was wondering what was going to happen when something briefly flashed into view. Micky felt a scorching pain in his side as the claws tore into him. He pulled his hands away from the wound and found them bright red with blood. That was all he could take. The last of his control vanished and he started to scream while the growling began again and turned to mocking female laughter. The room began to get lighter and was turning blue.
"Mick, wake up! C'mon, it's okay!" He recognized the voices, and why everything was blue. He returned to consciousness to find his three friends around his bed, shaking him gently and looking worried.
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On a rooftop fifty some odd miles away, Angelene opened her eyes and smiled up at the stars. Shortwave signals weren't the only ones that traveled better after dark. She had cruised Micky's mind like someone in a library, pulling down thoughts like taking books from a shelf, arming herself with knowledge of his likes and dislikes. The very idea of getting him alone and under her control was exciting. She hadn't felt like this in a while and when she was feeling good, it usually meant trouble for someone else. She had no qualms about giving him the nightmare. He would be easier to manipulate if he was a little tired, and if his friends weren't at their best then there was less chance of them interfering. She looked at her watch. Three AM. It was bedtime. tomorrow was going to be a busy day.
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Micky shook his head like a dog trying to dry himself. The others hardly noticed. He was always doing weird stuff, although it did seem a little more pronounced since they got into town this afternoon.
"Micky are you ok, man?" Peter asked.
"Yeah, I just felt kind of funny for a second or two." He replied as he ran a hand through his curly hair, mussing it further, instead of fixing it.
"You're not comin' down with somethin' are ya?" Mike asked. "I thought the cheeseburgers in that diner
tasted kinda funny."
"Oh no, nothing like that. It was...I don't know... kind of like that feeling you get when you take the first drag on some really good weed, or something, and then it was gone."
"Flashbacks. I told you that stuff would fry your brain. It's probably what gave you that nightmare, too" Davy said from across the room where he was making sure not a hair was out of place.
"Please, if that were true you'd be as bad off as I am." Micky said with a smirk.
"Not true. You had less brains to start off with,"came the reply.
"Oh yeah, well who's the one that got wasted just off someone else's smoke that time?" Micky shot back.
"I told you what happened and not only that but-"
"Enough you two. We gotta go get set up." Mike said, cutting off further argument.
As they left the room, no one noticed the gray and black striped cat that stepped in from the window
ledge as silent as smoke. He crouched and then made a graceful leap onto a nearby bed. A suitcase was open there and the cat gently leaned in and sniffed the contents. Nope, not this one. He jumped down to the floor where a duffle bag sat partly unzipped. He stuck his head inside it and sniffed again. No good. Another battered suitcase rested on a nearby chair. The cat lightly rested his front feet against it before hopping the rest of the way up. Success! This was what he was after. He pawed at the contents looking for something he could use. At last he settled on a string of multicolored beads. This would do nicely. He carefully picked them up in his teeth and turned to leave when something else occurred to him. It was not part of his mission, but he easily made another leap onto an old dresser that was beside the chair. A small box rested there that contained various odds and ends. More quick pawing uncovered a guitar pick. The cat was able to get it into his mouth far enough to get a grip. That with the beads was all he could manage. He made his way back to the open window and was gone.
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'Charming.' Angelene thought, as she looked around the alley at the garbage cans and empty boxes from behind the wheel of her car. She wasn't sure all this stealth was necessary, but it was better to exercise caution when you could. Besides, plenty of people would be seeing her later. She idly flipped through a magazine as she thought about a going on a quick little shopping spree after her business here was concluded. She was considering an outfit, when a sudden feeling became present in the air. She looked up towards the passenger side window and a few seconds later the striped cat jumped up over the edge and landed in the seat beside her. He placed his pilfered items on the open magazine and then meowed. Angelene picked up the beads and inspected them. Yes, these would be perfect.
"Lucas, you are a world class familiar." Angelene said to the cat, who purred loudly and rubbed against
her hand as she stroked the top of his head. He had been seventh in the last litter of her Grandmother's cat, Solange, and even before his eyes were open he was singled out as the best candidate to be her helper and sidekick. The two of them had learned together and shared a special bond. Angelene then noticed the pick.
"What's this for? I only needed one thing, and...." Her voice trailed off as she caught the vibes from its
rightful owner.
"Well wasn't that thoughtful of you? I'm flattered you have so much faith in my ability." She said, placing Mike's pick in the pocket of her jacket for use some other day before petting the cat again. She twirled the beads in the air and then coiled them around her wrist.
"Let's get the hell out of here, we've got work to do." She said, as she keyed the engine of the car to
rumbling life.
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The turn out was pretty good, especially when you considered the size of the town. The owner of the
place seemed happy about the way things were going, anyway. Mike was daydreaming again, this time about what it was going to be like when they were playing stadiums instead of these little out of the way
places. Davy was checking out the girls, and Peter was so wrapped up in the music, he didn't notice much else. Micky was getting anxious to be out from behind the drums. There were only a few songs that allowed he and Davy to trade places and it was about time for one. Finally, he got his wish. The view was ever so much nicer near the edge of the stage. He could never get over the way chicks went for musicians. Even the bad ones had no trouble getting laid. Amazing. His strange feelings from earlier in the day had come back about half an hour ago, and were worse. What he needed was to work off some of his excess energy and then he'd be fine. All he required now was someone to help him with that task.
Angelene stood in the shadows and watched as Micky went into "Goin' Down." Very nice and appropriate, too. Most likely, there would be some of that very thing going on later. He moved around quite a lot as he sang the lyrics with the requisite, rapid fire style delivery. 'How does anyone move around so much in pants that tight?' She wondered as she looked him up and down. He was some kind of fine looking. That picture hadn't done him, or any of the others for that matter, justice. Oh, this was going to be fun. She stroked the beads that were wrapped around her wrist. That evening she had cast a spell on them that was one of the more difficult to master. It had to be done just right or all kinds of disaster might ensue. Just ask Lonnie Robertson. He had been her target when she tried the spell the first time. Evidently she had went a little too heavy on something, because when she was finished with him, he wouldn't stay away. The whole mess ended with him jumping off a bridge just outside of town. Whoops. This time she was very exacting in her work. It would be a shame to mess this one up. Lonnie was a real pain in the ass to begin with, and no good in bed as it turned out, so it was no great loss. Shit, she practically did the town a favor, in her opinion, but this guy was just too pretty to meet an end like that. She looked at the crowd in front of the stage and her contempt was ill disguised as she watched the other girls scream and behave with no dignity at all. They could throw their stupid little selves at Micky all they wanted, but there was only one person he was leaving with tonight.
Angelene adjusted her clothes and set out for the stage.
Wow. So many girls, so little time. Oooo. Check out that little blonde chick. She had been giving him the
eye and smiling shyly for a while now. Hmmm. There was something about her though. She wanted his
attention, but he doubted if she wanted his FULL attention. That made him crazy. Some girl is practically throwing herself at you all night and then you get with them later and nothing happens. Not
tonight honey. For whatever reason he looked off to his left and found himself making sudden and direct eye contact with yet another girl. He didn't recall seeing her around until just now. She wore a short black dress with fishnet stockings and boots. It was a much more daring outfit than anyone else had, that was for sure. Even the other girls noticed. Micky saw a couple of them flinging dirty looks in her direction. When he looked back she was still staring him down, but this time with a trace of a smile.
It was a tiny bit unnerving, as though she knew exactly what was on his mind. The moment was suddenly interrupted when one of the more overwrought members of the audience let out a piercing scream. That was enough to divert her attention. When she looked back at Micky she favored him with a sardonic smile and a roll of the eyes. It was so unexpected he nearly laughed. He caught himself
in time but it still came out in his voice a little bit. It was enough to get Mike's attention. Anything less than perfection always did. The other man saw what was going on. He should have known. A chick. Ol'
Mick must still be feeling kind of strange to single that one out. She seemed a little weird somehow when compared to the others crowding near the stage. Make that real weird. The first thought no more than crossed his mind when she suddenly cut her eyes in his direction and there was no smile with it, either. It was a look that advised extreme caution on his part. Mike inexplicably felt relief when she turned her focus back to Micky.
It wasn't long before Micky was forced to once again take up his usual position behind the drums. The girl had stood there watching him intently right up until then. Now just as he was about to go back, she winked at him and then turned and disappeared into the shadows and the crowd. Damn! he silently cursed. He was positive he had found himself a playmate to have a little after hours fun with, and now she was leaving. He was very disappointed. The looks she was giving him! Looks that he could almost hear inside his head that said 'Yeah, you'd like to slip it to me wouldn't you?' Hard and fast and over and over and... and.... And why was it so quiet? Micky looked up to see his three bandmates looking back with expressions ranging from concern to annoyance. They had been waiting for him to count them off and he was just sitting there blankly, drumsticks in hand, doing nothing. He was in for a good bitching at later. Fuck it. He'd worry about it then. Right now, there were more urgent concerns.
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The show couldn't end fast enough. When the last song was done and Micky had waited a polite few
moments for the crowd to stop applauding and get going, he was up and gone himself without so much as a 'catch you later' to his friends. Where could she have gone? He had never felt so horny in his life. It had begun building with stunning rapidity and he could still hear that phantom voice that had wrapped itself around his mind like a python around its prey, and it was maddening. It had taken all his concentration to finish the show. He knew that one more mistake would REALLY have Mike raising holy hell later, but the need was so overwhelming! He was looking toward the still crowded lobby when something suddenly made him think of the back door. It seemed unlikely but he went anyway. He peered around the edge of the door and into the alley.
"Are you ready?" Angelene asked from her perch on the hood of a car. The engine was running and the headlights were on. There was something uncomfortably familiar in the low, rumbling pitch of the exhaust.
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Earlier that afternoon, Micky never would have expected to be in the position he was in now. Barreling through the darkness out in the middle of who knew where in a huge, convertible Ford with no idea of where he was going and scared out of his wits. Wherever they were going, they were getting there
fast and that was the main cause of his worry. The speedometer of a '58 Thunderbird was calibrated all the way up to 140 miles per hour. This one was sitting right at 90. The car rode like it was on rails but it was still nerve wracking.
"Maybe you ought to slow down. You don't want to get busted." Micky yelled over the noise of the wind
and then silently added 'That and you're scaring the crap out of me.'
Angelene, who hated backseat drivers, merely smiled and shrugged.
"C'mon you're making me nervous." Micky said, and to Angelene's amazement, ACTUALLY LEANED OVER AND TOUCHED THE STEERING WHEEL! Micky was equally amazed when something unseen flung his hand back hard enough to smack against the windshield. She skewered him with daggers from her furious green eyes. "You'd do well to let me worry about that. Sit back and enjoy the ride." She said. And with that, the same force roughly shoved him back in his seat. The car gave a sharp forward
lurch as the needle crept up to 110. "Someone needs to teach you a little discipline, sweet thing." Micky heard with total clarity. What was scary was he had been looking at Angelene and she hadn't said a word. Maybe Davy was right and he was having some kind of LSD flashback or something. She turned to look at him and smiled slyly. "It's no flashback. It's the real deal." She threw her head back and laughed when Micky's eyes got huge as he realized what was happening. She was reading his fucking mind! Shit! He didn't know where he was and none of the guys had the slightest clue to his whereabouts. He had been led like a lamb to the slaughter.
"So morbid! I'm not going to hurt you. If you play nice, that is." She said to him, reaching out to slide her hand up his thigh.
They crossed an old rusty bridge and then the car began to slow down. The lights of another town were straight ahead. Micky looked around as they entered downtown Benton. Wow. He couldn't imagine living in a place where the liveliest thing after dark was the flashing yellow light hanging forlornly over an empty intersection. Angelene was silent as she guided the car into a right turn at the light and then turned left into a wide alley than ran behind several of the businesses that fronted Main Street. She revved the engine before shutting it off. The noise echoed up the alley and back. What was it about that sound? Micky was wondering. He still couldn't get out of his seat.
"You're not going to give me any trouble are you?" Angelene asked.
"No." Micky replied.
"Look, I'm not going to hurt you." She said, and then moved over until she was against his side. " If you
relax a little I promise you'll have a very good time." This last, she whispered in his ear and then flicked it with the end of her tongue.
Micky was released from the car and obediently followed as Angelene unlocked a door at the rear of
one of the buildings and they began to climb the narrow staircase to the third floor. She was a little
ahead of him and his earlier fear was beginning to die down as he watched her backside. This might not be so bad. As she climbed upward, so did the hem of her dress, allowing him to catch just the quickest glimpse of the tops of the net stockings that were held in place with a garter belt. If the picture from the newspaper had been like a faint radio signal, then Angelene was standing under the tower now. Micky couldn't see it, but she was smiling to herself. What a filthy, filthy mind this guy had! Two minutes ago he's thinking about running and now all he had on his mind was getting laid. Typical. She had chosen well.
Her apartment was at the end of a short hallway. It was not what he was expecting at all. The woodfloors were covered with heavy, ornate Turkish rugs and dark, expensive looking antique furniture was all over the living room. The only sound was the ticking of a mantle clock that was sitting on an end table.
"Have a seat." Angelene said as she disappeared into another room.
Micky did as he was told, making himself comfortable on the couch. He looked around the room and wondered what she did for a living to have a place like this. He hadn't been waiting long before Angelene returned from what must have been the kitchen with two glasses of wine. She handed one to him and than sat down at the opposite end of the couch.
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As they sat, he didn't quite dare to get out of line. That didn't stop all kinds of idea from running through his head before he could stop them. She must not have minded, since she was saying nothing. Angelene knew everything about his current thoughts of course, and was finding it entertaining to tease him, knowing he wouldn't do anything no matter how badly he wanted to. While he was waiting to see what was going to happen next, she would do things like pull her legs up underneath her , exposing much more than was proper. Another time she removed the pins from her long, dark hair, letting it tumble down her back and giving it a good fluff as poor Micky tried to keep his cool. Finally, she was ready to get down to business. She slid down the couch and onto his lap. Without a word she kissed him so ferociously that he was stunned to inaction. It only lasted a second or two. Angelene could feel a hand slide up her under her dress as she tilted her head back to allow access to her throat that was being oh so gently nipped. Though she was enjoying it all tremendously, she still felt a small amount of disgust at his behavior. He was about to have a night he'd never forget that had nothing to do with witchcraft, yet she had to employ her power to get his attention and get him here in the first place. If she hadn't, he would have went after that little, dumb, blonde twinkie who wouldn't have known what to do with it once she got it. And never mind the escape ideas he had had. It was almost an insult. She had made it clear what she wanted with him and yet he still considered running. That kind of thinking was going to earn him a little punishment before the pleasure. She got up and took him by the hand, leading him to her bedroom.
It was a small room, or maybe it just seemed that way because most of the space was dominated by a king size bed with an ornately carved walnut headboard. They were standing beside it locked in another kiss when Angelene firmly planted her hands on Micky's chest and shoved him onto the bed.
"Don't be in such a hurry, we've got all night." She said as she walked toward the bathroom. "Why don't you get comfortable? I'll be right back."
Micky didn't have to be told twice. He pulled back the covers on the bed before getting undressed and
sliding between the sheets. Oooh. Silk sheets. They were every bit as great as he had heard. He laid there propped up by multiple pillows enjoying the sensuous feel of the cool fabric against his naked skin. Yes, this was definitely going to be worth incurring Mike's wrath for the earlier screw ups. He'd bet none of them were having anywhere near as good a time as he was about to. As he waited for Angelene to return, he looked around the room again and noticed another bottle of wine, two more glasses and a small crystal bowl that held strawberries, all sitting on the nightstand. Boy, was this chick prepared! He was very much enjoying the many possibilities that sprang to mind.
Angelene checked her appearance one last time before turning off the light and going back to the bedroom, wearing only the beads around her wrist and a black lace teddy. Micky watched as she entered the room and began to light several candles that were placed here and there. When she finished, she came over to the bed carrying some kind of object and idly tapping it the end of it against the palm of her free hand. It looked like some kind of stick. She shifted her grip just a little, and three long, thin tassels dangled down from one end. Uh oh.
"Why are you hiding under there? Come out and let me get a look at you." She said.
"Maybe you ought to come after me." Micky said playfully.
"Do you REALLY want that?" She asked, narrowing her eyes.
Micky was getting the distinct feeling that he was fucking up somehow. That would be dangerous. He
reluctantly crawled out from under the covers.
"Come here." She said, tapping the center of the bed with the stick. It was not a request.
He went, feeling like prize livestock at an auction.
"Get up on your knees." Came the command. He complied.
"Nice, veeeeery nice." She said, as she walked around the bed looking him over.
"I'm glad you approve." Micky said, before he could stop himself.
"You're a real smart ass, you know it?"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to be. It just slipped out."
"Mmm hmmm." Angelene said, as she walked around behind him.
It was deathly quiet. Micky started to turn to see what she was doing, but then she was right behind him.
"You remember what I said about your needing to learn some discipline?" She said, so close her lips were brushing the back of his neck. He was beginning to get turned on despite the danger in her question.
"Yeah. I remember."
"Class is in session."
Micky heard a faint whizzing sound before something struck him sharply across the ass.
"Ow! Hey, what are you doing?" He said, quickly turning and sitting.
"You were warned, now get up!"
"No! Not if you're going to do that."
"No? You have an awfully short memory. Either you get up or I do it for you, and if I have to do it, then
it's going to be much worse."
She wasn't kidding. He felt himself starting to get up against his will.
"Wait! I'll do it." He said.
"See? You're catching on already."
He steeled himself for whatever came next. The lashes were making a constant whistle. It was when they stopped that he had to worry. They contacted his tender skin again.
"Ouch!"
"Quiet! From now on, if I hear one word out of you, that's five more." The words were no more than out of her mouth when she struck again. This time he managed to remain quiet.
WHACK!
"You've got to stop that flinching."
Damn it! What did this bitch want from him?
"Oh, so now I'm a bitch, huh? You just keep digging yourself a deeper hole." She said quietly, before
letting him have it several more times in quick succession.
WHACK!WHACK!WHACK!
Fuck!
"Later. Right now you need to learn some manners."
Micky had no idea how long it went on. He had reversed his earlier position. This had been a huge mistake. He should have went after that little blonde chick.
"Oh, you have GOT to be fucking kidding me!" Angelene said with incredulous disgust and then released another stinging barrage from the whip.
Micky's frightened mind was running in several directions like a rat in a trap. He was at a total loss. Then suddenly an odd question surfaced: What would Mike do? For starts, he'd probably have sense
enough not to get into a mess like this. He noticed that the strikes had stopped. Maybe he was on to
something. He was. Angelene knew he was trying to find a way to protect himself. Good for him! At last he was showing a little spirit and attempting to fight back. She was also curious to know more about Mike.
Self control. That was it. Mike's discipline was one of the character traits that Micky admired the most
because he had very little himself. The only idea he had was to find something and concentrate on that as hard as he could no matter what. He pictured "nothing" in his mind as a plain, white wall and that was he settled on. He had lost count of how many times the leather bit into him after that. Angelene was pleased. She knew he could focus if he applied himself. He waited to see what else she was going to inflict on him. He could keep quiet and he could stop flinching but he couldn't control the tears that ran freely from his eyes even though they were scrunched closed. He was surprised when he felt her softly begin to kiss them away.
"Lie down." She said. The blanket was soft, purple velvet and it felt almost as good as the silk against
his skin. Well, except for his backside. Micky was trying not to make it sting anymore than it did.
"Just get it over with. Like jumping into the water at a pool. Dragging it out only makes it worse." Angelene said.
Before he knew what he was doing, Micky shot her pissed off look. That was a mistake. Suddenly he was flat on his back and unable to do so much as twitch.
She was looking down at him with disdain. "Considering what I am about to do for you, I would think you could be a little more polite. I guess you need another lesson."
Oh no. What was she going to do to him now? She was looking around the room. He was hoping it wouldn't be more of the same. If this wasn't so weird, he'd actually enjoy it. There was a certain appeal in the fact that she had him helpless and could do anything that came to mind. If only the things that came to her mind weren't so twisted.
"Twisted? This is nothing. Just think what could happen if I didn't like you." She said.
He was going to have to get a stronger grip on his thoughts if he wanted to survive the night in one
piece. Micky watched as she got up and went over to a small table where a large candelabra sat. She
carefully pulled one of the many candles free and made her way back to him.
"What I was saying before about getting it over faster? It's a lot like this." She held the candle at an angle and a clear stream of hot wax dribbled down onto his side. A small hiss escaped him but he managed not to cry out or flinch. That wasn't so bad. Not nearly as bad as he thought it would be. In fact, he could maybe even get to like it. After the initial sting of first contact, the warmth was rather pleasant. She was smiling at him with approval as she did it again. The candle was extinguished and set aside and then she stretched out beside him.
"Now I want you to tell me which is worse." Angelene said, as she picked at the edge of one of the wax
spots that had cooled and solidified. "This?" She asked as she got a grip on the edge and suddenly
ripped it off. Micky jumped. He would NOT get to like that. "Or this?" The second spot was coming off much, much slower and pulling skin and little invisible hairs as it did. At last it was over. "Well, what did
you learn?" She asked.
"You were right. It's better to hurry up and get it over with." Micky said.
"Yes. In this particular case. BUT, it's not true of everything."
"It's not?"
"No. There are some things you don't want to ever end. Allow me to demonstrate."
She poised herself over him and then leaned down and kissed the skin that was still pink from the wax
lesson. He watched as she slowly worked her way up his chest pausing to flick her tongue, snakelike, over a nipple before continuing upward. She turned his head to the side and began to kiss the soft skin of his throat. She could feel his pulse raging against her lips. A tiny, quiet pleasured sound escaped him as she began to delicately nibble on the spot just below his ear. Maybe all that earlier was worth it. This was going to work out great so long as he didn't make her mad again.
"If I cut you loose, do you think you can behave now?" Angelene asked.
"Whatever you want." Micky sighed, as she started working the spot under his ear again.
"Good."
She had him move so that he was reclining against the profusion of pillows that were on the bed. Now that things were more normal, Micky discovered that by really focusing on what was happening right at the moment, he could easily keep his mind from straying. He luxuriated in all the different things that were greeting his senses. The feel of the silk covered pillows and the velvet blanket. The warmth of
Angelene's skin against his own and the smell of her perfume. The way the room was silent except for the quiet creaks of the bed frame. It creaked again as she reached over to pour a little wine over the
strawberries in the crystal bowl.
"Have you ever tried this?" Angelene asked.
"Huh uh."
"Oh, you'll love it."
And he did. Mostly the delivery. She didn't just feed it to him. First she would tease him by tracing his
lips with the pointed end of the fruit or allowing a little of the juice and wine to drip off onto them.
The taste was wonderful. Why hadn't someone thought of this before? Angelene was glad he was enjoying himself and had relaxed as though the earlier events had never happened. She was also waiting to see if he slipped up in his thinking. It looked as though he had learned his lesson.
It wasn't long before the strawberries were gone. Angelene put the bowl out of the way and then situated herself so that she was sitting astride Micky. He was eager to see what else she had in mind. He reached out and ran his hands down her back before gently squeezing her butt. She promptly removed both hands and pinned them at shoulder height, leaning in closely as she did so and saying in a teasing voice:
"Now, now. Behaving means keeping your hands to yourself."
Micky smiled innocently and then attempted it again. Bad idea. Suddenly both hands were immobilized in the original position she had placed them. She raised an eyebrow at him.
"Okay." He said in a small voice, and then was free again.
Without another word, Angelene kissed him. He felt the satiny sensation of her tongue against his lips. He parted them and she explored him in a way no one had done before. He could not keep himself from responding, hesitantly at first and then with abandon. Evidently, he was all right so long as he kept his mind straight and didn't touch her. He opened his eyes to see her regarding him with a pleased expression.
"Such a quick study." She said, before kissing him again.
She slowly and lightly ran her hands all over him, noticing the flawlessness of his tanned, firm skin.
He was still tense. Angelene rolled him over and continued the exploration. The evidence of the first
lesson had faded considerably. She gave his ass a long, rough squeeze and then moved up to his back and began to knead the muscles there. It was making him crazy and she knew it. She broke into another of her more wicked smiles. This was nothing next to what was coming reasonably soon.
Micky was getting more relaxed and aroused by the second, but he was still trying to guard his thinking.
It was getting harder. It just felt so good! Then there was something completely new. Starting at the
base, Angelene licked the entire length of his spine, stopping at the back of his neck to brush the soft
curls out of her way before teasing a spot that made him break out in goose bumps all over. He was hardly aware of it when she mentally commanded him to roll over onto his back. This telepathy, or whatever it was, sure had lots of uses.
Angelene began to work her way down his front side, slowly, pausing to tease with a lick or gentle nip
here and there. Her hand went on ahead, stopping just short of the final destination. She could hear his breathing getting rough and irregular as she further toyed with him by rubbing her hand along the inside of his thighs or along a hip bone. Anyplace so long as it just missed the erection that Micky was sure would kill him if it didn't get some attention soon. Never in his life had he had such a hard-on. He grabbed onto the corners of the pillow under his head and held them in a death grip. He would not touch her but he could not stop his hips from raising slightly every time she got near the spot. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes. There was a brief pause when he suddenly felt nothing at all. Oh no. Had he somehow managed to piss her off again? He got his answer when a warm wetness traced its way up and down his shaft at such a languorous pace it was torture as much as it was pleasure. Before he could stop himself, Micky emitted a low moan. She hadn't said anything about being quiet.
"That's right. You can make all the noise you want, sweet thing." He heard her voice whisper inside his
mind. It was lucky for him because there was no way he could endure this in silence. The licking
continued for what seemed like an eternity before he felt himself being almost completely enveloped in the moist heat as fingernails lightly grazed the surface of his balls. Micky shifted his position slightly so
as to observe what was taking place and was met by a displeased green eyed stare.
"What are you looking at?" He heard, even though Angelene didn't so much as blink. The nails stopped
grazing and instead, sunk into his delicate flesh in a sinister fashion.
"I don't like an audience." She said in a very low voice that reminded Micky of the way a snake rattled
before it struck.
"I'm sorry. I won't do it again." He said, meaning every word.
The nails sunk in just a fraction more. "See that you don't." came the reply. Although he wasn't aware of it, Micky had just earned himself yet more punishment.
The fear did nothing to extinguish his desire. Bizarre as it was, it actually seemed to make it worse. There was no way to know what to expect. Angelene was a lot of things but predictable wasn't one of them. He was certain she was going to inflict something painful on him for that last transgression, but instead she had immediately went back to pleasuring him. He was finding it hard to breathe as she spiraled her tongue around the head of his cock with dizzying speed and then lightly sucked it, the pressure gradually increasing until Micky was unable to contain himself anymore. Or so he thought. Just as he was about to hit the point of no return, she stopped. He laid there breathing hard and wondering what happened. He didn't dare risk so much as a peek in her direction, and asking outright didn't feel too smart either. He waited as patiently as he could, and then she took him in hand again. By the third time it happened, Micky realized he hadn't escaped punishment after all and knew exactly what was happening. She knew everything he was thinking and feeling so it was easy to tease him this way. After the sixth time, he lost count. It went on long enough that Micky was ready to cry in frustration or beg for mercy, he wasn't sure which. Maybe both. He opened his eyes and Angelene was looking at him with hungry anticipation.
"You aren't going to let me get away with that are you?" She asked, stroking between his legs one last
time.
Moving with more speed than he was aware of possessing, Micky suddenly found himself on top of
Angelene and out of his mind with the hot, desparate need to fuck her. Still he hesitated.
"Whatever you feel like." Angelene whispered. Hardly believing that it was him doing it, Micky reached down and tore the lacy lingerie from her body as she watched with eyes ablaze. Angelene reveled in
the sensation of his hands and mouth all over her, stroking, kissing, squeezing. He was much too aroused to keep it up for long and that was fine with her. She didn't want a bunch of that cuddly shit, all she wanted was a good solid fucking. Micky was more than ready to accommodate her.
She watched as he positioned himself and then slid into her forcefully. It was such a relief to Micky
that a wave of dizziness washed over him for several seconds. As it passed, he began to thrust into her as deeply as he could. Angelene pulled him down closer and then wrapped her legs around him, driving him even further. The heat and tightness enclosing him was exquisite. No matter how fast or deep he went it was as though he'd never get enough. Judging from the way her perfectly manicured nails were digging into his back, he guessed that she felt the same way. Angelene arched her back and hips to meet every stroke. Oh, it was fabulous! She knew several guys that could learn a thing or two from Micky. He was pushing her toward the edge and so she eased her grip on his mind to allow him to share the moment. It was another first in a night full of them. Micky had never known a chick to
get off the same time he did. There was only a split second to ponder the situation before he cried out as the powerful explosion of the orgasm tore through him. He withdrew and then collapsed on the bed beside Angelene. He felt her gently brush the hair out of his eyes before falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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Maybe the ride last night hadn't been so bad. At least he couldn't see the scenery rushing by in a blur.
Micky stretched and wasn't surprised in the least that he was sore everywhere. He and Angelene had went two more rounds the night before. The car slowed as they approached the town. Angelene brought the Thunderbird to a halt at the curb in front of the hotel. Micky looked at her unsure of what to say.
"I had a good time." She said.
"Yeah, me too."
She reached out and trailed her fingers through his windblown hair one last time. Micky noticed that she was still wearing the beads from last night.
"I have a necklace that's almost identical to those." He said, for lack of something better.
"Really?" She unwound them from her wrist and handed them to Micky. "Here. Keep 'em to remember me by."
"Thanks." He said and then exited the car before the silence got any more awkward.
Angelene watched him go and felt her physical control of him fade out. She'd have to look him up someday. As she was about to put the car into gear and leave, a powerful wave of feeling came to her. Jealousy. Pure and undiluted. She glanced around, fully expecting to see one of the girls from the concert. Instead she was confused to see Mike walking in her direction. What the hell? Jealous? That made no sense at all. It was...was.... WHOA! It all clicked home. Well that certainly explained the vibe from the picture. Holy shit. Who'd have guessed? What possibilities THAT opened up. If only she had known this last night! Mike was very near and angling toward the doors of the hotel when she called out to him. He walked over to the car and looked at her warily.
"Yeah?"
"You should go for it. I can guarantee you won't be disappointed." She said jerking her head in the
direction Micky had gone.
"What?"
"There's a spot right here, " She said pointing under her ear "that makes him crazy if you kiss it."
Mike was utterly flabbergasted and it was plainly evident in the way his eyes got huge. He could only
watch as Angelene winked at him and then drove away laughing like she'd heard the best joke ever.
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