Hollwood Witches

Hollywood Witches 2nd Edition

Chapter One – Halloween Party Tingling with excitement, I eased into my oversized shower. I'd been counting the hours until it was time to get ready. I couldn't believe our good fortune. I didn't know what, but I sensed something fantastic was about to happen. My friend Danielle and I were facing what could be the chance of a lifetime. She'd finagled an invite to the annual Halloween costume party at the Fairmont Country Club for herself and a friend—and lucky me, I was the friend. In a few short hours, we would be hobnobbing with the elite of Westwood and Beverly Hills. Maybe even a movie star or two. Wouldn't it be something if Johnny Depp asked me to dance? Oh that's right. He's taken. After turning off the water, I shivered, so I wrapped a large towel around myself. The idea of rubbing elbows with the rich and famous had me so revved up I was actually getting aroused from drying myself off. Patting my breasts with the bath sheet, I thought about the party. As I wiped the soft towel over the area between my thighs, my mind wandered to Brad Pitt again. What would it be like to make love to someone as handsome as him? Angelina Jolie isn't any better looking

than I am—is she? I let the towel fall and viewed myself in the partially fogged mirror. I wasn't able to make my image out well, but I was quite familiar with the person in the reflection. Five seven, long shapely legs, blue-green eyes and long, dark brown—almost black—wavy hair surrounded a pretty oval face. Taking a Kleenex, I wiped the mirror, which allowed me to see the reflection clearer. Much better. As I scrutinized my breasts, my thoughts drifted to Troy, my photographer, friend and confidant, who had told me I had exceptional breasts. Medium, high on my chest, with silver dollar sized pink areolas and usually protruding nipples. I had to admit I was pleased with them. But exceptional? He was, after all, a good friend and that's what friends do—build up your ego. At least that's what they should do if they're really your friend. Besides, he was gay. What did he know about women's breasts, he was probably more interested in those things men had. I laughed, realizing we had something in common, because I too, was interested in those things. What a shame Troy was gay, because I could just smother him. He was so fantastic looking that my sex turned to jell-o when I first saw his lean frame, sandy blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. He was funny, intelligent and one of the best photographers in the business. I'm lucky to have him as a friend. What a disaster when we first met. I was putty in his hands. Not usually a forward person, I came on to him like gangbusters. "Would you like to go have a drink sometime and who knows…?" I still can't believe I'd actually said that. Bless his heart, he laughed and let me down softly—as softly as he knew how. "January, sweetheart, I would love to have a drink with you but let me warn you about the who knows—I am homosexual!" Startled, I thoughtlessly insulted him. "Really? You don't look gay." "Really? Tell me," he chuckled, "I'm curious. How does a gay man look?" I felt a flush creep up my neck. I retracted, "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I meant to say you don't act gay."

Beautiful Troy, threw his head back and chortled. Recovering and gazing at me, a sparkle in his eye, he said, "I'll accept that. Many gays act effeminate." He went on to explain, "I would prefer that I was heterosexual. And if I were, believe me, you would be right in my sights. You are beautiful, clever, have a darling shape, including the loveliest breasts I have ever beheld and to top it off, you even laugh at my corny jokes. The problem is and I don't mean to offend you, seeing Rob Lowe in swimming trunks turns me on more than photographing you in the buff would. I wish it were the other way around but it isn't." Laughing tentatively, I decided I liked Troy, gay or not. "I noticed you didn't say seeing me naked wouldn't turn you on at all?" "January, you are a beautiful woman, not to mention your body is top notch. I'm a fashion photographer and I admire beauty—male and female. Could I make love to you? Maybe—no, probably! Could I make love with Rob Lowe, assuming he was gay? In a heartbeat! Even if I could and did make love to you, there's no future in it. There's no promise of a house with a picket fence and four little rug-rats." After the shoot, Troy did have that drink with me. I'd talked him into sleeping with me, and that was the beginning of a warm loving platonic relationship. The sex was a disaster. I didn't know what to do to please him and neither did he. He climaxed but I didn't. At least not from intercourse. "Jan, I have a confession to make. I think in my previous life, I was a woman. The paperwork got screwed up somewhere and I came out of the womb with a penis. I think I still have that woman's sexual appetite. I'm afraid she was a loose horny bitch that liked men, because that's me. Here you are, simply gorgeous, so exquisite, you even got me hard and made me climax. It did feel great being inside you, but it isn't fair to you. You see, I wasn't picturing myself making love to you. While I was stroking you, I was picturing some strapping, great looking guy."

I'd felt a tinge of anger but repressed it. I really had no reason to be mad. He had been forthright with me. I initiated the seduction and talked him into bed, knowing he was gay. "And you know what January? If that paperwork hadn't been lost, I'd be screwing your socks off and digging the hell out of it." I laughed loudly. Troy was always making me laugh. He was so quirky and good-looking. Why did he have to be gay? That was two years ago, when I had first moved to Southern California. Nevertheless, we grew very close and closer each day. I snapped out of my reverie. The party was foremost on my mind. Still in front of the mirror and still cupping my breasts, I removed my hands and turned sideways for one last glance. Not bad. Getting and staying like this is a lot of hard work, but it's worth it. Breasts jutting out, tummy was yummy with just a hint of curvature. Nice tight ass. Just wished it stuck out just a little more. It wasn't flat but it didn't stretch my jeans the way I thought it should. Enough, I have to fix my hair, apply makeup and get into my costume. Danielle will be here in ninety minutes. I need to hurry. **** I looked out the peephole. It was Danielle, but I wasn't sure until she said, "It's me—Danielle." I hastily opened the door, grabbed Danielle's arm and yanked her in. "Hurry, before somebody sees you." "Oww, Jan! What's with you? You nearly jerked my arm out of its socket." "I didn't want the neighbors to see my naked visitor, that's what." "I'm not naked. This is my costume." She turned around and asked, "What do you think?"

I had to admit, Danielle looked sexy as hell. She wore a cobalt blue thong, matching high heels and a couple dozen strategically placed peacock feathers, including a peacock mask and headdress, her long wavy red hair draping behind. She even had a miniature peacock tail. The rest of her costume was masterfully applied body paint in a peacock design. Danielle literally looked like a naked peacock woman. Apparently, Danielle missed the look of shock on my face, because she turned another three-sixty and once again asked, "Well, what do you think?" Her tail brushed my legs. "Whoa, you're going to have to watch that tail, girl." I laughed. "Sorry." Moving up and down as if jumping she repeated her question. "I'm waiting. What do you think?" I didn't want to hurt my friend's feelings. "It certainly is unique." Her eyes thinned, visible even through the headdress. "All the trouble I went through with this costume and that's the best you can say—unique? Do you realize that I had to sit for three hours, virtually naked while the artist—who was a good looking guy by the way—painted every part of me? I feel like I was ravaged by Van Gogh." I cocked my head, locked my hands on my hips, akimbo, and smirked. "Hmmm. Actually, Danielle you look splendid. You look ultra-sexy. So much so, that you would fit right in at a topless club, but aren't you a little underdressed for a costume party? It's too bad we're not going to a strip joint. You'd knock them dead." Danielle threw her head backward. "Well. I intend to knock them dead at the party. I plan to win the award for the sexiest costume." I stared at the ceiling in frustration. "But Danny, you… are… naked, except for that skimpy thong." "Humph! I may be nude, but the feathers and paint hide that pretty well."

I pointed at her left nipple. "Really? I can still see your breasts, your nipples and your navel. True the paint and feathers help, but the bottom line is, you're naked and everyone will know it." Annoyance flashed in Danielle's eyes, for a second, and then it was gone. She looked at me and frowned, as if noticing me for the first time. "What are you?" I was wearing an olive green leotard with small translucent wings and a ultra short beige miniskirt. The wings had gold stars embedded. "I'm Tinker Bell." "Hmmm. Wasn't Tinker Bell this big." Danielle held her thumb and forefinger about three inches apart. "Picky, picky. That's in Neverland. We're in Paradise Lost, home of massive traffic jams, drive-by shootings, perennial smog alerts, mud slides and forest fires. Here, Tinker Bell is five-seven and weighs one-fifteen." "Sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. It's just that you have too much clothing on to enter the sexy costume contest, we could probably make a few modifications and get you showing a lot more skin. You have a lovely figure and you owe it to the world to show it off." "I don't want to show off my body. What's so important about this contest anyway?" Danielle's eyes danced excitedly. "Last year, a virtually unknown wore a dress with the breasts and rear cut out and won the award." As if in a trance, Danielle formed a half-there grin and her eyes clouded up. "She later appeared in a major movie opposite Robert De Niro." "Gee, what movie was that? Was she the leading lady?" "Well, no. She played a waitress, waiting on him, but she had two minutes and said seven words. It's a start. Every year the winner seems to land a part and sometimes the second and third place winners do too. I intend to enter that

contest tonight and win, even if I have to sleep with a judge. That's why I'm showing off the goodies." I hadn't seen the other entrants, but I had to admit, for unadulterated sexiness, Danielle's would be hard to beat. "I don't see how anyone could beat you for sexiest costume, unless it's rigged." "I don't think it is. Now, why don't we see what we can do to make Tinker Bell come in second place?"

Chapter Two – Alyson Adams

On the way to the party, Danielle refused to wear a coat. She didn't want to smash down her feathers. Danielle drove her Mustang GT convertible, top down and the heat on high right up to the entrance. Even sunny California gets cold by the end of October, especially at night. The valet gave her a ticket, which she handed to me. "Hold this for me darling, while I dig though my purse for the invitation." I glanced around and noticed a score of eyes upon us, especially Danielle. I looked Danielle over again. She not only stood out from a crowd, she did it beautifully. It truly was a gorgeous costume and the paint did try to hide her nakedness, with the eye of a peacock feather painted over her nipples and other critical locations. The fact that she was naked didn't show up much, except when she moved. Danielle was fairly large busted and when she walked, the peacock eyes bounced with her boobs. Still, I was impressed with her costume and decided if I had the nerve, I could wear something that brazen. Inside, I checked my coat and handbag, while retaining a sparkling wrist bag for essentials. Not having a coat or any clothes for that matter, my friend checked her handbag, keeping a black velvet wrist bag. Danielle led me to the entrance of the ballroom and we looked over the guests. Since we were all in costumes and wearing masks, I didn't recognize anyone. I didn't see anything even remotely as sexy as Danielle's costume. However, it seemed that word of Danielle's risqué outfit was spreading because all eyes fell upon her. The men

devoured Danielle, while many of the women discussed the dubious merits thereof behind fans or hands held to their gossipy mouths. A woman in a low backed dazzling lavender gown and trailer, slowly and gracefully turned around as if someone had mentioned Danielle. The woman was beautiful, her golden hair trussed up in a simple, but elegant do and her dress had a plunging bust line. Her lovely red lips smiled, but I hardly noticed. I was looking directly at the woman's substantially exposed cleavage. I thought she looked like a Goddess and right then I thought there was a possibility Danielle could lose the contest to this woman. Danielle's costume was outright sexier, but hers was elegantly sensual. Danielle leaned over and whispered, "Look at that woman in the lavender dress. Isn't she fabulous looking?" I knew exactly whom she meant. "She really is exquisite." What Danielle said next took me aback. "I wonder if she likes women." "What on earth do you mean?" "I mean, I can picture myself going to bed with her. Can't you?" I was shocked, yet I didn't disagree. There was something very sensual about her. To my surprise, the woman glided toward us. She stopped and curtsied. Her lavender and rhinestone mask did nothing hide her beauty. In a very sexy English accent she said, "Hello, I'm Alyson Adams. You can call me Ally." She offered her hand and we, in turn, took it. "You are both extremely attractive. Are you actresses?" I was at a loss for words by the strong impression that Alyson projected. Danielle spoke up, "Our pleasure, Ally. You also are beautiful. We." She extended her arm to include me, "are both trying to be actresses. This is January James. She's a fashion model. I'm Danielle Wilson. My brother and I have a photography studio. In fact, he's waltzing around here somewhere with his camera. He is the official photographer for this shindig."

Alyson glanced at me and smiled. "January? My, what an interesting name. I like it. You know it has magical connotations, being named after the god Janus. Will you ladies be entering the sexiest costume contest?" Before either of us could answer, a flash stung our eyes. We turned and looked for the source of the flash and there was Big Bird and a Nikon. Danielle spoke up, "Speak of the devil. Ally, meet my Big Bird brain brother, Troy Wilson." Troy lowered the flap on Big Bird's chest and gave Alyson his best smile. "What an extraordinary dress. Did you have it made special?" "No, it was an existing dress that I modified for the occasion." "Really nice and sis, I see you have pulled out all stops tonight. Where did you get that fabulous eh… costume? If you weren't my sister, I'd be drooling." Danielle's eyes studied the ceiling. "Sure you would." "Okay, ladies. All together. I have to take a picture for the tabloids." Click. "Okay, another one. Danielle you get in the middle. Good, now each of you squeeze one of her boobs." I admonished him. "For once in your life be serious. Just take the picture!" Click. This prompted Alyson to ask Danielle, "Has anyone copped a feel yet?" Danielle's green paint actually darkened from embarrassment. "Yeah. One jerk did in the foyer. I suppose I should have expected it with my knockers hanging out." "Oh, I just remembered what I came over to tell you. The contest will be judged in the side room over there. See it?" "I think so," I answered. "Well, you both need to sign up at the table in front of the entrance." Alyson pointed. "Come, I'll walk you over there."

"No, wait, not yet," said Big Bird, "One more picture of each of you. And Ally, can you show me a little leg. That's it. Beautiful. Are you a model, Ally?" Ally raised her chin haughtily and then laughed. "I was. Now, I'm into costume design." He gave a single nod. "For a studio?" "No, I prefer to be on my own. I'm a private contractor." "You're very good." "Thank you." Ally stuck her hand out. "How about if I take a shot of you and your sister." "Good idea. Do you know how to use the camera." "Oh yes, I was a photographer for a while." Troy handed the camera to Alyson and put his arm around Danielle and she snapped the shutter. "That was great. January, why don't you get on the other side of Troy for a threesome." I smiled and snuggled in next to Troy, my arm around him and smiled just as the flash went off. "I loved it. Let me get one more of just Troy and January. Is that all right with you Danielle? "Yeah, sure." Danielle stepped away and Troy wrapped an arm around me. We posed as Alyson looked through the viewfinder, then lowered the camera without taking the picture. "You make such a handsome couple, let's make believe you are a couple. Troy. Could you embrace January and kiss her like you would if you were lovers." Troy rolled his eyes. "I suppose." To my surprise, after turning, he took me in his arms and kissed me— passionately. I saw the flash go off, but his lips remained on mine. When we broke, seconds later, Danielle said, "What got into you two?"

I started to say, I didn't know, but Troy spoke first, "It was better than I thought it would be." He shrugged, but stared at me. Alyson handed the camera back. "I don't suppose, I could have copies of those photos?" Troy joked. "Before I give them to the tabloids? Sure. Blow-ups?" "Why not? Do you have a card? I'll call." Drawn to Alyson's cleavage in her revealing dress once more, I whispered, "Aren't Ally's breasts gorgeous?" His eyes focused on Alyson's bosom. "From what's visible, yes, but so are yours." Just then, Alyson took my arm. "I heard that. Now you've got me curious. January, let's get you and Danielle signed up for the contest, shall we." "Boy, you have good hearing." "I suppose I do. Come with me so we can get you both in the contest. Then we need to talk about something." Alyson led Danielle and me to the registration table, where a pleasant looking, middle aged woman with a wide smile, greeted Alyson effusively. "Oh, Ms Adams, You look absolutely stunning tonight." "You're too kind Gladys. This is Danielle Wilson, and January James. They're both here for the Sexiest Costume Contest." "My, isn't that a clever costume," said Gladys to Danielle, "yours too, Miss James. Now, I need you both to fill out the entry form and sign it." I studied Alyson. "You're not entering the contest?" Waving her hands as if to ward off the idea, she said, "Heavens no. It would be a conflict of interest because we sponsor the event." Danielle asked, "And what organization would that be?" Alyson stared at us. "The Sisterhood of Hollywood." "I've never heard of them," I remarked.

Alyson spoke softly, as if telling a secret. "That's because we're low key and shun publicity whenever possible." "But isn't this event covered in the trade magazines?" I asked. "Yes. However, we pick and choose our publicity carefully. This is one of the few times we seek it out, because it occurs on All Hallows Eve, a major holiday in our organization." Leave it to Danielle to be the tactless one. "I remember hearing about your group. You're the so called Hollywood Witches." "I've heard that," answered Alyson, her smile turning brittle as she pressed her lips into a tight line. Danielle didn't seem to notice. "What does your organization do?" "We don't discuss that with non-applicants," Ally/Alyson replied, "however, if you check the box that says you are interested in becoming a member, I'll be happy to tell you." "What the hell." Danielle shrugged and checked the box. "Here's your entry form, Jan. you need to do the same." I studied Alyson. What a lovely, graceful lady. Remembering what Danielle said regarding Hollywood Witches, I asked, "This isn't like selling my soul or anything is it?" Alyson's lips formed a friendly smile and then she giggled. "Not at all. I rather think it's more like freeing your soul from its bonds so it can soar with the eagles." I leaned over and put an X in the box. Alyson pointed to a box under the signature line. "Please initial beside the box, too, ladies." When I did, I felt a sense of euphoria pass through me. Suddenly I felt giddy and warm all over. I looked at Danielle, who was grinning. I could see laughter in her eyes, even through her feathery mask.

Danielle turned toward Alyson. "All right. Now that Jan and I are pledges, what does your group do?" I blushed as Alyson reached over and hugged me. "Welcome, both of you." Stepping back, she continued. "Generally speaking, we work for the betterment of women in the entertainment business and we act as an advocate for sisters, members or not, who are being mistreated in any form within the industry." She went on. "As soon as we get one more entrant, we will close the contest and the judging will begin." Danielle asked, "How many will that be?" "Thirteen. We always stop at thirteen. I and two other members will be the judges and the audience will consist of many of the most influential members of the trade—producers, directors, actors, casting directors even studio heads, each paying a hundred dollars a head to watch thirteen lovely, ladies parade in their sexy costumes." Alyson took my hand in hers. Currents of energy flowed through me. "Let's visit the ladies room. We have time. It will only take a minute." I felt cornered. "Danielle. You want to go with us?" "Oh, go on Jan. I need to tell Troy something." I hesitated and Alyson whispered, "Don't forget, we're going to be sisters." Feeling a slight tug on my arm, and after she flashed me an endearing smile, I grudgingly accompanied her. There were two women in the ladies room when we arrived so Alyson initiated a conversation, "I'm so glad you joined. I expect we'll become great friends, Danielle, too. You are so lovely. The sisterhood will have to see what we can do to break you into the trade." That didn't sound quite right to me. "The trade?" "The film trade. Isn't that why you're here?"

I seemed to be having difficulty thinking. "Yes, of course." Finding the combination of Alyson's English accent combined with her deep sultry voice to be oddly yet very compelling, I added, "You are very beautiful, too." The sound of the restroom door opening interrupted Alyson's bright smile. We turned and watched as two more women entered. Alyson grasped both of my bare shoulders and I grew dizzy. She leaned into me and whispered. "I think we're going to have to go somewhere else for privacy." Suddenly the room was turning and a mist began to cover the floor, coming from under the toilet stalls. As the mist rose over my eyes, the last thing I remember was Alyson speaking to me. "Don't worry, dear January. I won't let anything happen to you."

Chapter Three - Avalon

Stupefied, I was in a state of near panic. I was no longer at the party…or even in the ladies room. Instead, I stood in small meadow, in broad daylight, bordered by a mixture of deciduous and conifer trees with a grouping of forested hills beyond. Hints of sunshine tried to break through the overcast. What the hell happened? Where am I? Turning slowly, trying to get a bearing on where I was, I yelled, "Alleeeeee!" "Don't worry, January. I'm right here with you." I swung around in the direction of Alyson's voice and gaped as she rested on a large boulder, her legs bent at the knees, arms behind, bracing her shoulders, naked as a newborn. She looked almost as if she were posing for an artist or getting a suntan. "Troy was right. You do have very nice breasts," she exclaimed. A breeze brushed by. Shivering, I suddenly felt cold. Glancing down, I received another shock—I was naked, too. "In fact, you have a superb figure. I'm envious of you." My hand covered my pubic area while my other arm shot across my breasts, in a delayed effort to cover up. Alyson shook her head and laughed. Apparently, she found my discomfort amusing. "Where on Earth are we? What happened to our clothes?" "We're in the place I grew up. Clothing from outside cannot transport here. If we were going to stay longer I would find clothes locally, but we shan't be long." "We aren't going to stay?"

She laughed playfully. "No dear, we just came so I could talk to you in private and show you something." "What's that?" "You'll see." Alyson didn't seem to be bothered at being naked and my discomfort slackened. Slowly, I dropped my arms to my sides. "That's better," she said. I scrutinized Alyson sprawled on the rock. Her curvy shape was fuller than mine, but splendid no less. "Why would you be envious of my body? Yours is fabulous." She raised her eyebrows and flashed a knowing smile. "That may be dear, but yours came naturally and flows wonderfully, while mine was…shall we say, acquired." "I know you said you grew up here, but that doesn't tell me where we are. And just how did we get here?" Allyson leaned forward wrapping her long elegant arms around her shins. "I brought us to Avalon. You see, I am, as your friend suggested, a witch—a white witch. We are not connected to anything bad or evil. Our powers derive from nature—Gaea or Mother Earth, if you will." After what happened, I was more surprised by the admission than the content of what she said. "Whoa! Hold on a minute. You're a witch? Are all the members witches?" "No. Most are not and just want to be helpful. Danielle, for instance, though she exhibits a vivid imagination and is very welcome, does not have the necessary chemistry to be a witch. You on the other hand, will be a powerful enchantress." Oh my God! What have I gotten into? This was all so confusing. The more answers I got, the more questions cropped up. "Me! I'm no witch. Why do you say that? And what about the party and the contest? Won't we be missed?

Flashing a reassuring smile, Alyson urged, "Calm down January" A warm liquidy feeling enveloped me—calming me. "I will answer all your questions, but please, give them to me one at a time. We aren't missing the party. Time runs faster here on Avalon. For every hour that passes here less than a minute passes elsewhere." Abruptly, I felt a glowing, golden winged object zip past my head. Tiny wings beat the air so fast they were invisible, like a hummingbird, to the eye. Circling Alyson six times, it pirouetted several yards up into the air over her head. Then as it reached the apex of its ascent, plunging straight at her. It halted on a dime, less than a foot from Alyson's face and hovered there. "Ah there you are. We've been waiting for you." Looking my way, Alyson's face cast a laughing smile at me. "January, I'd like you to meet Karenne. She's a faerie like your Tinker Bell." Then, smiling at Karenne, she said, "This is January, the pretty lady I told you about." Karenne, didn't say anything. At least that I could see, but her tiny wings and body flashed different colors and then before you could say lickety-split, Karenne was hovering in front of my face, where she treated me to a kaleidoscope of colors. Alyson laughed loudly, a mirthful melodic laugh that echoed around us I turned toward her. "What's so funny?" When I did, Karenne kissed my cheek and went fluttering off, up down and all around in a flurry of random patterns. "I'm sorry." Alyson apologized, but flashed a grin. "Karenne can be so much fun sometimes, she just cracks me up. The colors are the way faeries communicate emotionally." Abruptly, Karenne returned to Alyson, flashing colors frantically and she roared with laughter. Positive Karenne was discussing me and dying to know what she was saying, I demanded. "Are you going to let me in on it or what?" Alyson wiped a tear from her eye. "Sorry."

I placed my hands on my hips. "Well, don't keep me in suspense." "Karenne is very impressed with you. She said when she kissed your cheek, you sent waves of power through her like she has never experienced. That's why she went zipping around like she had a hot foot," Alyson raised her eyebrows and smiled. "She thinks your connection with Gaea may be as powerful as mine." Alyson paused to stick out her tongue and laugh. "Here's the funny part. She insists you are a giant faerie who somehow lost her wings." That was funny. I giggled and instantly I had a furious pixie in my face, flashing every color in the rainbow and then some. "She says you look like her and have the slender shape of faeries, which being a model is true." "If I speak to her, will she understand?" Alyson nodded. "She may have trouble with your accent, but she'll understand." I took her tiny hand between my thumb and forefinger. "I'm so pleased to meet you Karenne, and I'm honored that you think I'm one of you. I think we could become great friends." I could see a giant smile form on her tiny face. She did look like me…a lot. When I took my fingers away, Karenne went off like a rocket, spinning colorful aerial cartwheels that resembled an out of control Roman Candle. Taking my eyes from Karenne's aerial fireworks display and turning back to Alyson, I nearly fainted. She was petting and kissing the nose of a beautiful white unicorn. "Come over here and meet Galahad and Kimberly." Recovering from my latest shock, I ambled gingerly over to Alyson and her entourage. With her hand on the Unicorn's long nose, Alyson said, "January, this is Galahad. He is one of the seven guardians of Avalon. And sitting just behind Galahad's horn is Kimberly, who was kind enough to fetch him for us."

I hadn't noticed Kimberly, until she peeked around the horn and her wings began flashing friendly orange and yellow colors. It was hard to tell because of her petite-ness, but Kimberly's appearance resembled Alyson. "She looks like you." I remarked matter-of-factly. "That's because she is my faerie, just like Karenne is yours. Once a faerie agrees to be our helper, they take on our appearance." This all was so much new and strange information my mind was having trouble absorbing it all. "What are you talking about?" "White witches always have a faerie. She will be your connection to the powers of Gaea. Karenne will be with you as long as you live, which barring an accident should be a millennium or so. I'm three hundred seventy five and as you can see, I'm still pretty young." Shaking my head. I sat down next to Alyson on the rock, which to my surprise was warm and spongy. I began to rub the back of my hand down Galahad's snout. He raised his head up and whinnied. Alyson placed a friendly hand on my shoulder. "Galahad says hi." I smiled at Galahad. "Hi, big fellow." Then I turned to Alyson. "Explain what you meant about Karenne and me." "I will explain everything in detail when we get back, but for now, try to understand she will always be with you. Think of her as your conduit to the power of Gaea and more importantly your friend." "But, she's visible! People will see her." "You didn't see Kimberly, did you?" I shook my head. "Was she with you at the party?" "Yes, she hasn't left my side, except to run errands since she's been with me." "But where was she?" "The faerie are only visible to those of magic and fellow members of the Sisterhood and Brotherhood. Knowing you would have the ability to see her, she hid in my hair."

I slid off the rock. "Hold on a minute. What's the Brotherhood." "It's the male version of the Sisterhood. You needn't worry about them." I began to pace and Galahad snorted and pawed the ground. "Galahad senses your confusion. It would be better if you stayed by me." I started back up the rock. "I'm not sure I want to be a witch." "We prefer the term enchantress." Settling back between Alyson and Galahad, I patted his nose. "How would I learn their language?" "You won't need to. Faeries are telepathic." "What if I decline to become an enchantress?" I saw disappointment flow across Alyson's face. "That is your prerogative. I must inform you that your powers are very strong and you can help us do much good. Are you?" My mind wandered from the scope of this madness. "Am I what?" "Declining to be an enchantress." The whole time we'd been here, I'd been more or less resolved to becoming a witch. As if there was a higher purpose in life, and this was the means to achieve it. After all, hadn't I felt as if something fantastic would happen to me at the party? "Well, since you say I have these powers can I say no and just continue my life as it was?" "Of course you can, but remember, whether you become an enchantress or not, you and Danielle have joined our sisterhood. Being an enchantress is not like committing to be a nun or a monk. It will not intrude on your normal life, although, you will occasionally be called upon to help others or make something right. Besides, should you see something untoward taking place you can't remedy yourself and you need help, the sisterhood will be there." It sounds like I just won the lottery. Why am I holding back? "What kind of good deeds are the sisterhood performing?"

"On a day to day basis, our chapter runs a shelter for abused women and children. In addition, there's a half dozen health clinics for the uninsured poor in the LA area. These are mostly run by the ordinary members, but I do know several doctor and lawyer enchantresses who frequent these centers." Alyson explained proudly, "As for making things right. Our first duty is to our mistress Mother Earth, by safeguarding the environment. She's agonizing over what is currently happening to our beautiful planet and we help where we can. We are small in numbers so we pick our battles tactfully. As for helping our brothers and sisters and the public in general, this usually amounts to reporting or undoing the misdeeds of others. If it's something illegal that authorities can handle, like the child pornography ring that was just arrested, we go that route. Unethical and immoral things we tend to handle ourselves." Alyson rested a hand on my leg, just above my knee. "Jan. It's not necessary, but I'd like an answer now so Karenne could accompany you if you agree. If you become one of us and change your mind, you can return to your previous status. You will still have your powers, but they will be useless to you." "I don't know. This is all happening so fast. If I'm in—" Suddenly, my miniature likeness waved a miniature finger in my face. Thoughts invaded my head. There is no if about it. You must become an enchantress. We are a perfect match. We will be good and powerful together. Karenne and Kimberly were telepaths. Tell me Karenne. I understand that if I become an enchantress, you will always be by my side. Is that right? Yes, Mistress Jan. That is correct. Well, tell me then, what would happen if I needed privacy, like going to the restroom or maybe having sex with someone? What would you do? All of a sudden she was gone. "Karenne?" I'm right here, Mistress Jan. "Where?"

As rapidly as she disappeared, she was back flashing blues through reds at me. I laughed. What are you doing? Getting me in the mood for sex? She nodded. So you can become invisible to me, too? Yes, but for no more than an hour. Or if you wanted me to, I would leave. Hmmm, this does sound cool and how could I possibly say no to sweet Karenne? I made my mind up. I turned and seeing the hopeful look on Ally's face, grinned "I've come to a decision. I like Karenne. She is a lot of fun and I want her to be part of my life. I always wanted a sister, and now, I'll have one and together, along with the other sisters, we will be a force for good. I like that idea. I will become your new enchantress." "Wonderful. I never had a doubt. Kimberly assured me you would become an enchantress." "Kimberly?" "Yes, she was the one who pointed you out to me." "But how?" "Your aura." I glanced at Kimberly and she winked at me. I must've looked confused. "I'll explain everything to you when you have your indoctrination, but now we need to get back. Do you want me to take us back or do you want to do it?" Her question dumbfounded me. "Me? I've never done anything like that." Alyson laughed and I heard something from both faeries that resembled a giggle. "Of course you can. With Karenne's help, trust me you can do it. Take hold of my shoulders the way I did to you. Close your eyes and picture the ladies room." I did as she said. "What about our clothes?" "They will be there waiting for us. Now, quickly open your eyes and then blink very hard." I did what she asked and in a flash, a metal cubicle replaced the meadow.

Chapter Four – The Sisterhood

"How the…How did you get in here?" I looked down and saw a peacock sitting on a toilet. No, it was the peacock lady—Danielle. I looked at Alyson. She wore my Tinker Bell costume, mask and all and right over her shoulder were Kimberly and Karenne rolling over with laughter. "What are they laughing at?" "Kimberly is laughing at your magic, because you landed us in a toilet stall and Karenne is laughing at your, or is it my Tinker Bell costume, which she claims is about as authentic as a plastic Faberge Egg." "Damn it! Will someone tell me what's going on and how you got in here? And what are those oversized dragonflies doing in here." Danielle's eyes widened. "Wait a second. Are those faeries?" Taking pity on my friend, I blurted out. "Something like that and we all materialized in here." Suddenly, overwhelmed, it all came down on me and I started crying. The tiny ladies stopped laughing, Alyson came forward, embracing and comforting me while Danielle took advantage of our distraction to finish and flush the toilet. Soon she was hugging me too, and I could feel her naked breasts on my bare cleft and I realized I had Alyson's dress on. The one with the plunging bustline. "Oh no! Ally I have your dress on." Horrified I glanced down. My breasts might show." Danielle pulled back and looked at my bust line. "What are you talking about? What I can see of your of breasts is lovely."

"Don't worry dear. We'll get you back in your costume," Alyson said and turned to Danielle. "We'll explain it all after the contest. How much time is left?" "They said they would begin the contest in twenty minutes. That's why I came in here. To tell you. That was about ten or eleven minutes ago." "Okay. January and I need to exchange costumes. I need you to go out and tell Gladys not to start the contest until I arrive." After Danielle left, we hastily got undressed. "Ally. Tell me about auras." Standing naked, waiting for me to hand her the dress and heels, she answered, "After you're indoctrination you'll be able to see auras. Every sentient being emits one. Auras usually indicate one's mood or personality." Alyson stepped into her dress and dragged it up, twisting into the smooth silky material. "Most have a single solid color. Some have bi-colored and rarely tri-colored aura, but those with the ability, cast a constantly fluctuating rainbow aura have our abilities. Kimberly noticed you had the ability right away. That's why I came over." Pulling up my Tinker Bell panties, I laughed. "Some ability. I landed us in an occupied toilet stall. Good thing it was Danielle in here or we'd have had an even taller job of explaining." "You did good for your first time. Only six or so feet from where we were standing to begin with. By the way, Danielle's brother may have some abilities. I could sense a slight fluctuation in his aura." She gave me one of those looks. "You two seem to be quite close. Are you seeing each other?" I rolled my eyes. "I wish. He's gay." Alyson smiled "You like him, don't you?" "Oh yes, I adore him. He's my best friend." Alyson persisted. "But you wish you were lovers?" A hot flash shot through me and knew I must be blushing. She shrugged and took my hand. "We'd better go. It's time for the contest."

**** As expected, Danielle won the contest. When announced, some in the audience whooped and hollered. It seems that her sexy, naked peacock costume was a winner. The applause lasted at least a minute with many standing. Apparently, Danielle wasn't able to sex my Tinker Bell costume up enough, since I failed to garner even third place. However, with all the new occurrences on my mind, I didn't really care. Danielle's prize was a check for two thousand dollars and an assured screen test. Not an audition but an actual screen test. While posing with the contestants at the post contest photo shoot, I noticed Troy kept glancing over at Alyson. After the shoot, he came over. "Have you noticed anything unusual about Miss Adams'?" Uh-oh. something's up. "I don't know." Remembering what Alyson had said, I continued, "She seems very nice. Danielle and I even joined her organization. Why?" "Come with me and I'll show you." Just then, Danielle walked over to us. "Jan, Ally and I are ready to leave. Are you coming?" I looked at Troy, who was waiting and then at Danielle, who I had promised an explanation. Making a choice, I said. "Danielle, have the valet get your car and wait for me. I'll be along in five minutes." Impatient, Danielle responded. "All right, five, six minutes tops and we're out of here. I turned back to Troy, "Okay, show me what you got." Troy took my hand and we headed down a long hall. "You know, when I was taking your picture just now, I thought of that time we…" "Had sex?" "Yeah." "That's not so unusual. I think about it from time to time."

He pulled me in a dark room. "It is for me. I relived the whole thing and I'm afraid I was a lousy lover." He turned on the light. It was a tiny make shift photo work area. "That's all right. I never should have talked you into it. Now, what do you have, I need to meet your sister in three minutes." "Over here." He light up the screen on his laptop computer. "These pictures I took of Ally. Look!" I didn't see anything unusual, except Alyson's breast was precariously close to falling out of her low cut dress in one shot. "What about them?" "Look at the blow-up. The one of her face, her hair." I did and I had to hold back a giggle. I could see pale shadowing around her outline. "What do you make of that?" The camera must have picked up her aura. "Looks like you got some kind of reflection." "Nonsense. It's in almost every shot. "I don't know, Troy, but I've got to go." "I can't publish these." "No, You can't." I kissed him on the cheek and ran out of the room. From behind me I heard. "Call me. I want to talk more about that night." **** Danielle and Alyson were waiting for valet when we showed up simultaneously—the Mustang and moi. I took the back seat and requested she raise the top. As Danielle peeled away with tires screeching, I asked, "Where are we headed?" "The first all night diner I can find." She was heading east, toward Hollywood. Soon we were on Sunset Blvd. I suggested, "I know an all night deli on Beverly." I slid in my seat from behind

Alley to behind Danielle as she made a hard right at forty-five onto La Cienega and headed south. At Beverly, she asked, "Which way?" "Left, and take the turns easier. Please." She shot me a sour look in the rearview mirror. Soon we were sitting in Jerry's Deli, drinking coffee and munching on kosher pickles. I wasn't hungry so I ordered a pastry. Alyson did too. When Danielle got back from the restroom after washing her face and throwing on a shirt and Levis she had in the car, she ordered lox and bagels. Then, with a serious look on her face, said, "You both have a lot of explaining to do?" "Like what?" I asked, tongue in cheek. Danielle stared at me incredulously for a half a minute. "Like how I went looking for you in the restroom and you weren't there. Then when I go into a stall and sit down to pee, you two and your flying ditzes—Ow!" "What happened?" "Felt like someone stuck a pin in me." Alyson pursed her lips together and nodded. We all heard what sounded like the Chipmunks giggling. I looked at Alyson for guidance. She smiled at me. "We're all sisters now. I think we can level with her." Alyson placed a finely manicured hand over Danielle's hand. "Danielle, you said you heard we were all witches. Well some of us are witches. White witches. We like to be called enchantresses." "Wait a minute. Wait, just a fucking minute!" exclaimed Danielle, now recovered from or ignoring the prick she suffered. "Let me get this straight," Her voice dropped to a whisper, "You're a fucking witch?" Alyson nodded. "Enchantress." "Enchantress, witch, what's the fucking difference." Danielle said, a little too excitedly. Suddenly, half-standing, she stopped and glanced around as did

Alyson and I. Everyone in the restaurant was looking. Sulking back into her seat, she looked at us and said softly. "Sorry, this is a little much to absorb." I placed my hand over Danielle's. "It's alright. I'm having trouble, too and I am one." Danielle half stood again and once more yelled, "You're a witch too! Christ what's happening!" Alyson, grabbed her hand and tugged at it. "I think we should leave." Danielle, eyes glazed over and trancelike, picked up the check and walked toward the cash register. Alyson and I followed. "Sorry for the outburst." Alyson addressed everyone in the diner with a reassuring smile. "Halloween party, drinking costumes, ghosts, vampires, witches and whatnot." The waitress came over to the register and said, Was everything all right? Alyson smiled, "Yes, thank you." "That'll be twenty-four, seventy-three." Like a Stepford wife, Danielle laid a fifty on the counter and without emotion said stiffly, "Keep the change." **** "How the hell, did I get here?" Danielle demanded when she realized she was behind the wheel of her Mustang. Alyson from the passenger seat said, "We decided to leave so we could talk more in private. Don't you remember?" Danielle seemed to be ruminating on Alyson's explanation. "Oh yeah, now I remember." Eyes growing wide, and in a voice laden with panic, she said, Oh my God! I remember. You guys are witches!" Alyson put a hand on Danielle's shoulder, "And you are our sister. There's nothing for you to worry about. We never hurt anyone that doesn't have it coming. Even then, we try to do it indirectly. Now can we go?" Danielle contritely retrieved her keys from her purse and soon we were off.

Having recently become an enchantress, I was curious. "Indirectly? What do you mean, Ally?" "We never attack an offender directly. We punish him or her through their possessions or through others." "What constitutes an offender?" I asked. "That's easy, anyone that perpetrates some illegal or unethical act against Gaea or another person." I could see Danielle's eyes light up in the rearview mirror. "Hey Jan, maybe you could get Glen Krump for what he did to me." "What did he do?" asked Alyson. "He told me he would give me a big part, in his new movie, if I would sleep with him. I did, but afterward, he wouldn't take or return my calls." "That certainly was unethical of him," said Alyson. "Good, how can we get him?" asked Danielle. "On the other hand, so was what you did. I'm afraid your dubious reasons for sleeping with him canceled out his deceitful methods. You bought in to his dishonest behavior, hoping to gain." "You can't be serious? I'm a woman in a man's world. That's how we get ahead. He betrayed me!" "No, you betrayed yourself. Think about it. There is only one honest reason to engage in sex—pleasure! If you do it for any other reason, you are being dishonest." I thought I had Alyson. "What about love?" "People in love don't make love for pleasure?" Alyson replied quickly. "To have a baby?" I tried. "Whom they think will bring them pleasure. One way or another sex is still for pleasure." "But, Ally, what he did was terrible," Danielle said incredulously. "Yes, it was and if you would have said no, we could have done something."

"Shit! I wanted to get that bastard." This wasn't the first time Danielle, impulsive as she was, did this. Nevertheless, I felt sorry for her. "Ally, a leopard doesn't change his spots. Do you think it would be all right if I went on an audition and see if he propositions me?" "Well, if he did, it would certainly do the trick, but only if you didn't flirt with him first." "Good. Don't worry Danielle, Ally and I will do something about the crumb Krump." "I can't wait. Where shall we go now?" Alyson spoke up, "I would like you to drop us off at Jan's place. She and I still have lots to discuss. Is that all right with you, January?" "Sure. I don't know if I'll be a very good listener though. I'm about ready for bed." "Actually, we can teach you better if you're asleep." "We," asked Danielle. "Who's 'we'?" "Karenne, Kimberly and me." "Do all faeries names begin with a K?" I asked "Not really." That was the last thing I remembered before waking the next morning.

Chapter Five – January the Witch

I felt wonderfully alive when I woke up the next day. I also felt as if I'd had a crash course in wizardry at Hogwarts. I stretched and as I moved my arm to the left, my hand encountered something soft just under the sheet. I felt around and heard a moan, "Mmmm, a little lower Normand." Normand? My eyes instantly sought out the voice. It was Ally, in my bed, I reached under the sheet and I was naked. I heard a tiny giggle, Karenne? Good morning Mistress Jan. How do you feel this morning? "I feel fantastic. What did the three of you do to me?" I sat up and gazed around my bedroom. There were remnants of candles everywhere, some still smoldering and draping of fine white taffeta on the ceiling and walls. There were candles on the floor as well and something else. Symbols were scribbled next to them. "What are these? Runes?" They are sigilia. They're on your body too. I peeked under the sheet. I was covered with markings. I lifted the top of the sheet off Alyson and she had a nightgown on. "I don't understand?" "Neither do they," came Alyson's familiar accented voice. "They are our conduits and helpers not enchantresses. I'll tell you what you want to know." I looked at Alyson. Stretching her arms, I noticed the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed. My eyes worked their way up her womanly torso to her lovely face.

Her face was glowing. Then my eyes locked on hers, "Hi, now we are truly sisters." I was mesmerized by her beauty, by her strength. Oh, but you are as strong as me now and you are certainly as beautiful. She didn't move her mouth, but I heard her. She reached up and ran her knuckles gently over my cheek. The touch of her hand made me shiver. "You are telepathic too?" As are you. You are a powerful enchantress. Speak with your mind. Then Alyson looked at me strangely. Reflectively Why are you looking at me like that? That a'girl. I knew you could do it. Her smile widened and grew mischievous. Because I am fond of you and ecstatic, we are sisters. She sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees. Do you remember what happened last night? I shook my head. It's all a blur. Should I? I guess not. It's not unusual for— In the middle of her sentence the phone rang. Sighing, I sat up and picked the object of interruption up. "Hello." "Oh Jan, How come you're still at home?" I mouthed, 'Danielle,' to Alyson. She nodded. Danielle sounded indignant. "I've been waiting here for twenty minutes. Did you forget our lunch?" "Wait. What time is it?" "Twelve-forty." "I'm so sorry, Danny. Ally and I did some things last night, some exciting things and we barely woke—" "We? She spent the night? Oh Boy. You didn't go girl on girl on me now, did you? I wouldn't blame you if you did. She's hot!" I smiled at Alyson. "Yes, she's ultra hot, but I don't think we did anything."

"'Don't think?' What does that mean? Don't keep me in suspense. I can just picture it, mmm, how was she?" I was getting frustrated. "Danielle, we didn't have sex. Ally indoctrinated and initiated me as a witch last night." I heard her gasp. "Really? An initiation? You are a witch now?" I was enjoying this. "Ah huh." "I've got to see this. Beam me over." My eyebrows dipped into a frown. "I can't beam you over." "Isn't that what you did in the toilet stall?" "That was different. Ally and I were together and I held her and beamed us both." I heard her sigh. "Well, what can you do?" "I'm not sure. I'm still learning." "Don't go anywhere. I'm on my way over." As I put the phone down, I looked at my mentor. "Danielle's on her way over," I said as I lay back down beside Alyson once more. "Now, where were we? Oh yes, I remember. Who is Normand?" Alyson blushed and lowered her gaze. "He's a wizard friend of mine—the last person I was intimate with." She stared at me. "We need to get all those markings off you. Why don't you get in the shower and I'll scrub them off you?" "All right." I was about to rise but instead jumped as the phone jangled once more. "Hello." "Jan. Am I glad I got hold of you. We have to talk." "Just a second, Troy." I covered the phone and spoke to Alyson. "Must be Wilson day. It's Danielle's brother. Why don't you go ahead and start the shower while I see what he wants." Alyson waved, turned and walked into my bathroom. Shaking myself from the distraction of Alyson's barely dressed retreating form, I asked, "I'm kind of busy Troy. What can I do for you?"

"I called to warn you. I did some checking up on that sisterhood you joined and I have it from reliable sources some of them practice a form of magic and after those photos I showed you, I believe it. And you know what else?" "No. What?" "On one of the pictures after I blew it up, I could see a pair of eyes looking at me from Ally's hair." "Really? Probably a trick of the light. Can we talk about this later? Like I told you, I'm busy right now." "Okay fine. When can I see you?" "How about tomorrow night?" "For Dinner?" "Sure why not?" "Sammy G's at eight. And Jan." "Yes?" "I'd like you to consider it a date." "A date?" I felt a little light headed. "I thought—?" "I know, but I've been thinking about our night together a lot lately and I'd like to try this. All right?" "Yeah, sure." "Oh, and one more thing. I've been trying to get hold of Danielle to tell her. If you see her, would you have her to call me?" "Jan-n-n." I heard Alyson call my name. She was ready. "Sure, but I have to go now." "All right darling. I'll see you tomorrow night." Darling? He called me darling. I was in shock. The man I dreamed about wants me all of a sudden while a woman that intrigues me waits to scrub me in my shower. "Jan, Are you coming?" "I'll be right there."

**** After getting the water to the perfect temperature, Alyson stepped into my oversized shower and sat down comfortably on the seat, her legs out and back against the wall. She bestowed her warmest smile upon me when I stepped in and sat beside her, the sprays from the two heads aimed directly upon us. I hope you don't mind. I decided it would be easier to scrub you from in than out of the shower. Of course not. I was going to suggest we shower together. What did Troy want? He wanted to warn me about you bad-assed witches. I laughed. And now I are one. He'll have a fit when I tell him, tomorrow evening… at dinner… on our date. Alyson's eyebrows dipped and her eyes became slits. You have a date? That's what he called it. We'll see. This Normand. Have you had sex with him lately? Alyson soaped up a bath mitten and gave me a peck on my cheek. Not unless you consider last May recent. How about you? When did you last have sex? Even longer. Alyson was so beautiful, it seemed just looking at her was making me feel tingly all over and when the bath mitten touched or even came near an erogenous zone, I'd tense in reaction. I'm sorry, I seem to be having a sexual reaction to you and what you're doing. That's perfectly understandable. Initiates usually hunger for sex after the indoctrination. It's the way of Gaea. Then what'll I do? If you had a man friend, look him up. But since you don't, I can give you something to reduce your craving. Or, if you feel you need to have sex, I'm here for you. Alyson slid on another bath mitten and was doubling her effort. It felt so good and I was getting so needy, it just slipped from my brain. You would do that? Have you ever been intimate with a woman?

I saw her smile. Oh yes. But not for a while. Are you thinking of having sex with me? I don't know. I am extremely turned on, but I've never even thought about being intimate with a woman. I've only had sex with a few men, let alone a woman. I would be so embarrassed. I understand, however, if you decide to, I would welcome it. By now, I was an inflamed mess. Alyson was rubbing me all over, each time the mitten rubbed a nipple or my clitoris, I would jerk with pleasure. I'm really tempted, but I better not. What can you give me? Instead of answering, she leaned into and kissed me as she sprinkled a glittery powder in the air that floated down upon us and disappeared into the water. Within seconds, my sexual crisis abated even as she continued to scrub me. When she finished, Alyson put one of her elegant hands upon my knee. "Shall we get out of the shower before we look like white raisins?" She stood and reached for the shower door. I couldn't help but admire her form as she stretched her hand out to me. I let her pull me up, and standing face to face, breast to breast, I kissed her lightly. I thought about what I'd passed up and felt a little twinge of regret. She returned my kiss, but then pulled away and taking me by the hand, said, "Come, we can still do something later if you wish, but you are now a powerful enchantress, and we have things to do and your friend will be here shortly." Stepping over the threshold of the shower onto the dry floor, Alyson lifted my arm up and assisted me across. Still holding my hand, she led me through the bedroom. "Ally, what did you mean when you said the initiation ritual to Gaea often manifests itself in an obsessive sexual appetite by the initiate?"

We arrived at my king sized bed. Alyson sat down, patted the spot next to her, and pulled on my hand until I was sitting next to her. Her smile seemed as wide as my California king. "Mother Earth is very sexual and expects her children to be, as well. Ancient wiccan's and pagan's used to have fertility rites during some of their festivals like Beltrane and Samhain. When the participants felt close to Gaea and felt her power, their rites often turned into wild orgies. Through the two faeries, and me, your initiation formed a direct connection to Gaea. In effect you were plugged into Mother Earth and came away a full-fledged enchantress, and predictably needy from the effects of that connection, which can last up to forty-eight hours. One could say you are extremely concupiscent for twenty-four hours to two days, and if you have an orgasm, it satisfies you, but only for a short time. You will probably be on edge for today and tomorrow." "I know what you mean. I've never felt that horny before." "What I did for you was temporary. Your need will return. Now, we need to put on some clothes. Danielle is at the door."

Chapter Six – Rodrigo and Eleesa

As Alyson predicted, the doorbell chimed. Alyson grinned as I glanced questioningly at her. "I'll get it. You can do what I'm going to do or you can put something on." I had to smile when, as Alyson approached the door, a lacy lavender peignoir materialized. Alyson opened the door and Danielle rushed in and hugged Alyson. I tried to do what Alyson had done, but it wasn't working, finally a pair of frilly black panties appeared preserving half of my modesty. Danielle headed toward the bedroom with Alyson in tow. I heard Danielle ask. "Did you do it?" "Do what?" Alyson asked back. "Have sex." "I think you'll have to ask Jan that." When Danielle entered the room her eyes were agog as she took in the candles taffeta and sigilia. "This is amazing she said to herself out loud." Then seeing me, she rushed up and hugged me. She held me at arms length and laughed. "Don't get dressed on my account." I felt a flush of embarrassment course through me. "I've been kind of busy. We barely got out of the shower. Had to wash all the markings off and stuff." "Ah huh! You guys did do it. I can just tell. She put her arm around me. Don't worry about it. I think it's great, and I forgive you for missing our luncheon. If I were in your shoes, I would have stood you up, too." I felt bad. "Danny. Be quiet a moment will you? We didn't do anything. I'll admit I thought about it, but we didn't. I didn't stand you up for sex. I would—"

Danielle interrupted, "Say no more. I was razzing you." She waved her hands around the room and said, "I understand perfectly. You had a hell of a big night and I'm jealous as hell." Addressing Alyson, Danielle asked, "Are you sure I have no magical talents?" "Not that I can discern. Sorry." "Okay, I accept my fate. I'm no worse off than I was yesterday." A smile formed on Danielle's lips. "In fact, I'm better off having two enchantresses for friends. Let's celebrate." I looked at Alyson. "Sounds like fun. Can we?" She nodded. "Why not?" **** I had an urge for nachos and margaritas so we climbed in Danielle's Mustang, since it was double parked anyway and headed to my favorite Mexican restaurant, The Velvet Margarita, in Hollywood. It was a little after two o'clock and we appeared to be the only customers. Keeping it simple, we decided to take a small bar height table in the lounge. A smallish young man named Rodrigo took our order. Soon we were drinking frozen margaritas from a pitcher, eating yummy nachos from a hot plate that covered half our table and enjoying a round of girl-witch talk. All of a sudden our attention was drawn to an apparent commotion in the kitchen, with a man yelling and a girl weeping and screaming. Then a large Caucasian man burst through the swinging doors, dragging, kicking and scratching, a frightened young Hispanic girl. She was crying and begging in Spanish, "No deseo terminar para arriba como Maria. No deseo morir!" Rodrigo, our waiter, rushed up to aid the girl, but he was so small and the man so big, he was brushed aside as if he was nothing. We were between the man with the poor girl and the exit. I didn't like what he was doing to her and understanding Spanish was appalled at what she'd said,

I don't want to end up like Maria. I don't want to die! To my utter shock, I stood up in front of this man and confronted him, "Let go of her!" "Mind you own business lady, before you get hurt. She belongs to me." And he started to brush past me. I didn't know what to do, but I couldn't let him take her. At the last minute, I stuck out my foot and tripped him. He fell to the floor, the girl falling on top of him. Quickly I bent down and picked her up. She couldn't have weighed over ninety pounds nor have been any older than thirteen. Furious I shoved her between Danielle and Alyson. Danielle was already dialing 911 on her phone, while Alyson nodded approvingly. The girl was scared to death. Holding onto Danielle tightly, she cowered as the bully scrambled to his feet, rage in his eyes. He was about to punch me, but caught himself when he saw there were three of us and one of us appeared to be calling the police. "You haven't heard the last of this." He snarled, "There are people that won't stand for this." He took a threatening step forward, but stopped suddenly, slapping his ear. "Ow!" Then he struck his neck. "Ow, shit." Then the back of his head. He turned and ran out the door, yelling, "Hornets, yeow!" I had to laugh when two faeries with flaming red wings, invisible to everyone but the three of us slipped through the door just before it slammed shut. As they got close, Karenne reached into my mind, He was a bad man. That was a brave thing you did. I'm so glad you're my mistress. Thank you Karenne, I'm glad you're my friend and helper. I could feel a slight hug at the base of my neck. Danielle was the first to actually speak and she's usually pretty good at that. "What a effing asshole, excuse my French." Then Rodrigo came over and started kissing all our hands. "Gracias, muchas gracias, you save my seester." Alyson spoke up, "Does your sister speak any English."

Sensing that Alyson was gentler than Danielle and hugging her, the girl spoke, "Poco," In slow drawn out English she said, "Mi nam es Eleesa." Now, that I had a chance to get a good look at Eleesa, a pretty Hispanic child with reddish brown hair and large warm brown eyes, I could see by her cut and bleeding lip she'd been roughed up. In addition her eye was swollen and turning black. Rodrigo, his arm around his little sister was beaming. Anytheen you want, I buy. More margaritas, nachos? Worrying the nasty man might return with reinforcements, I said, "We better get going your sister's attacker might return." "Hees nam es Rogeer Benit," said Eleesa. "Rodrigo, We're taking Eleesa with us, We'll clean her up and calm her down. Here is my address. After you get off work come there and we'll talk. The four of us crammed into Danielle's convertible. I asked her to raise the top so no one could see us and we headed back to my condo. **** It turned out Eleesa, small for her age, was almost fifteen. Her brother had arranged for coyotes to smuggle her with a boatload of illegals from Puerto Vallarta the previous year, without knowing what he was getting his baby sister into. She thought she was going to be a housekeeper for a movie producer, named Simon Bass, but she had spent the last year as a slave seamstress in a clothing sweat shop. She worked twelve-hour days and at night, was chained to her bed in a small room she shared with three other captive seamstresses. Although Rodrigo had paid them five hundred dollars, for the crappy eight hundred mile boat ride, they told Eleesa it was not enough money and that she still owed five thousand dollars, which she'd been working off with twelve hour days, seven days a week at one dollar per hour. Of course out of the twelve dollars a day that she earned, they took out half for room and board—two unappetizing meals a day and a urine stained mattress in a four bed dorm.

Eleesa, young, enthusiastic and optimistic was resolved to her situation. Even at six dollars a day, she paid back almost half of her debt and looked forward to joining her brother in her vibrant newly adopted country, but she was a catch and they had other plans for the young comely child with doe eyes. "Those son-of-bitches were going to put you in a fucking whorehouse?" yelled Danielle outraged. Eleesa nodded. Danielle couldn't believe it. She turned and stepped a few feet away, raised her hands even with her head in apparent frustration. Returning, she asked with obvious scorn. "They did this to your friend Maria and she caught AIDs?" I got the impression that the excitable Danielle was upsetting Eleesa. She nodded again, meekly. Obviously, frustrated Danielle yelled again. "Yaahhh! God Almighty, this is America, not Thailand or Africa." "Calm down Danny. You're frightening the poor child." Alyson stroked Eleesa's long straight hair. "Do you know where this brothel is located, sweetheart?" She shook her head. "Rogeer want to take Eleesa to bad house. He guard us, chain us up, sometimes force sex." Disgust curdling my stomach, I asked the obvious, "Did he force you?" Thank God, she shook her head. "No, me luky he say. He want me, but they want virgin." "Bastards." Hissed Dannielle, looking straight at Alyson. "Isn't this what the Sisterhood is about? What the fuck are we going to do?" I sensed someone at the door and went to peek through the peephole. It was Rodrigo, about to ring the doorbell. Thoughtlessly, I yanked the door open, apparently frightening him as he dropped the large brown bag he was carrying. I rushed out and patted him on the back as he bent to retrieve the bag. "Sorry. What's in the bag?"

The bag back in hand he smiled. "Dinner. Burros, enchiladas, frijoles, rice, chips, salsa…" His brow furrowed, then he smiled, "Oh, yeah, tacos and guacamole. He stepped in and headed for the dining room table where everyone had gathered. He hugged Alyson and Danielle, before kissing his sister sweetly. I took the food into the kitchen to warm it while Alyson asked Rodrigo to recap what his sister told us. It was pretty much a repeat of Eleesa's story, albeit in better English. We did find out a few new things though. The coyote leader was a smallish rat-faced man with a perpetual sneer and a scar below his right eye. His name was Turk, and Rodrigo believed he sold Eleesa and other women and children to Roger Bennett's boss—a man named Simon Bass. "Simon Bass, the movie producer?" Alyson looked thoughtful. "Hmmm. That must be where the five thousand dollar figure comes in." Danielle added, "That isn't all he is. I went to an audition at his offices and he met with me personally. I thought I was in for a part and I was—a good one, but first I had to star in an adult film." I scrunched up my nose in disgust. "Yeeeow! What a snake. I worked a convention in Vegas at the Galaxy Hotel & Casino. Word is he's a big wig there. Rodrigo was sure Bass' people would try to find Eleesa since she was worth a lot of money as a prostitute, especially, a virgin prostitute. I crossed my arms over my chest. Through gritted teeth I said, "This is horrible. If they were going to do this to Eleesa, how many more/other innocent girls have they turned into prostitutes?" I turned to Eleesa, "You have no idea where they were taking you?" She shook her head with conviction. "No. Sorree."

Rodrigo spoke up, "I used to visit her, that's how I helped her escape. One time when I visited her, I heard one of the other women say they sent poor Maria to Las Vegas to be a socio puta." Alyson put an arm around Eleesa and smiled at Rodrigo. "Well, that's not going to happen to her. We'll take Eleesa to a women's shelter for abused women, we sponsor. There she will be safe. Let me call them up and let them know we'll be bringing her." Alyson took her phone from her purse and dialed. "Hi Kristen. Listen I have a fourteen year old illegal whom we took from a clothing sweatshop. I'll be bringing her over." I could tell from the look on her face she didn't like what Kristen was telling her. When she hung up she said, "So much for that idea. They had a small fire in one of the dorms and between the fire and water damage from the firemen, they lost a third of their beds. All the women and children are crammed into two dorms, with some sleeping in sleeping bags. Kristen asked if we could wait until the day after tomorrow when replacement beds will arrive." Danielle volunteered, "No problem. I will keep Eleesa at my apartment until then. Good, you take her home with you and Alyson and I will have Rodrigo show us the sweatshop. Rodrigo, will you show us?" "Si, of course." "Good," I said, it's settled. Let's go." We all stood, but Alyson spoke, "One thing Danielle. Since Rodrigo is Eleesa's guardian, he will need to go to the shelter with you." "Fine. Rodrigo, I'll pick you up around noon. All right?" "Si." **** It was dark and the dress shop called Fashion Center, which fronted the clothing factory was closed. However, we could see lights on in the warehouse

behind which housed the slave seamstresses. Rodrigo suggested Alyson and I come back the following day and revisit Simon Bass' sweatshop.

Chapter Seven - The Dark Side

After leaving the Fashion Center, we went to get Alyson's car from the country club, before they towed it away. We drove in my Honda S2000 and I took her to get her Jaguar. Then I followed her to her gorgeous home in Las Feliz.. On the way, I received a telepathic message from Ally. January, I would like to invite you to dinner at my house. If that's all right with you? It caught me by surprise and I almost drove over a curb and ran a pedestrian down. Mistress Jan, please drive more carefully. warned Karenne. Sorry, Karenne, Mistress Ally startled me. I felt a squeeze on my neck. Apology accepted. I searched out Ally's mind. We can communicate mentally when we're apart? Of course, Is there a limit how far we can do this? Yes, I'm not sure in miles but roughly ten kilometers. Will the wonders ever cease? Certainly, I look forward to having dinner with you. With her car safely tucked away in her detached garage, Alyson came to my car as I got out, took my hand, and led me to her home. It was a lovely, large, Spanish hacienda style on an oversized lot. We entered through a set of French doors on the side of the house. I didn't exactly expect the inside of Alyson's home to look like a dark, dreary witches den

with a giant brewing cauldron and shelves full of jars of exotic items, magic books, etc., but I was surprised by the tasteful beauty of the decorating. In keeping with the style of the home, the furnishings and accessories were of Spanish influence. Everything was light, cheerful and airy. The flooring was a hand made, shiny terra cotta and gold tile I remembered was called Saltillo, and paintings of Spanish missions and bullfighters adorned the walls. Alyson re-took my hand and led me to the kitchen, where the Spanish motif continued with hand painted tile accents on the blanco talavera counters and splashes, while the cabinets were dark stained and rustic. "Ally, your home is truly beautiful. I could get real comfortable here." "Good. I want you to be comfortable. I want you and Danny to think of it as a second home." I sat at a stool at one of the two islands and we conversed as she prepared a simple meal. For dinner we shared a large salad, nachos and a bottle of Beaujolais. Afterwards, Alyson who had been around for centuries regaled a couple of her many adventures. I had a feeling it would takes months for her to tell them all. After dinner, she opened another bottle of wine and, at my urging, continued telling her story and then another. It was fascinating, but it was getting late. Between the wine and the late hour, I suddenly had trouble staying awake. I was dreading driving home in this state when Alyson solved my dilemma by standing, taking my hand and gracefully leading me into her bedroom. I wondered if I telegraphed my discomfort or if she read my mind, but she explained, "You've had a busy and tiresome twenty-four hours. Tomorrow is another day." **** "Ooh, ahh!" Gods, his cock feels good. "Harder, deeper, oh yeah, that's it, that's it. Give it to me baby, Don't stop!" Who is he? Where did he come from? I don't care, it feels so fanfuckingtastic.

Ally is fabulous too, beyond fabulous I'll bet, but…penetration and maleness, I need it. Masculine odor, manly touch, male roughness. I need it—sometimes I crave it. Pummeling me from behind, I'm so fucking wet my juices are dripping down my leg. As his tongue begins to swab my ear, sending shivers to my nipples, his fingers seek and fondle my clit. I tense, my stomach reels and my pulse races. I think I might die from excitement. He purrs in my ear, "You like it don't you? I knew you would." My head is jerked back by my mysterious lover, a handful of my long, dark hair in his fist. Raising my hair he bites my neck, then my shoulder as his wonderful cock fills me again and again. Another chill runs to my breast. I go down on my elbow, freeing a hand to attend my nipples. Without warning, he slaps my ass. I gasp, my pussy tightens. "I've been dreaming of fucking you like this. God, my cock feels so good…so good going inside you and out." He slaps my ass again, Harder and again. "Tell me you love it!" I do. I do love it! "I love the way you fuck me baby. Keep it u…Ahhh!" Something is coming, something. I never climax this way—do I? Breathing hard I exclaim, "Please don't stop. Harder, harder, don't stop, I'm comi-i-i-i-ing." It happens. Indescribable waves of pure pleasure gush over me as I raise my ass up even higher pushing back, grinding my pussy deeper, as deep as it would go, sucking his cock into me up to the hilt, grinding my soft ass into his pubic bone. At the climax of my unending orgasm, my lover pulls out and says 'my turn'. Still on his knees, he swings me around roughly and even though I have yet to see his face, I am face to head with his big bold cock. I put my hand to it and feel its slippery silky texture. I get a passing look at the bulging throbbing prick and then, after stroking it twice with my fist, he shoves it in my mouth and begins battering my throat. After only a dozen or so hard thrusts, my lover starts his own orgasmic bliss. He pulls out of my mouth, and ejaculate starts pulsating out of the hole in the head of his cock like a Yellowstone Park geyser. I feel some hit my forehead and hair. The rest falls behind me or upon my chest. He pushes me back. Still on his knees, with the light source behind him, all I can see is his silhouette. He appears to be about average height and muscularly lean. Leaning

back on my elbows, admiring his shape, I ask him, "How come you didn't…you know…in my mouth." He laughs, I know that laugh. "Because I never liked it, so why should I do it to you?" I know that voice. "Troy?" He doesn't answer. Instead he says, "I told you, if you gave me another chance, I'd make up for last time." His mouth isn't near me, but I feel pressure on my lips. I woke up to a light kiss. It was Alyson with her ever-present smile, donning a long flowing robe. Where does she keep getting all these clothes? I stretched and asked, "What time is it?" Stroking my forehead lightly with her hand she said, "It's seven-forty-five, sweetheart. It's time you got up. You had quite a dream just now, didn't you?" I must have looked puzzled, for she continued, "You were all over the bed screaming and hollering." She giggled, "Your lovely ass up in the air. What a view. I was tempted to rub it. Tell me was it anyone I know?" Still foggy from just waking up I answered, "I… never saw his face. But I think it was Troy." Alyson raised a single eyebrow. "Your photographer? I thought he's gay?" "He is, or rather he was, I don't know what's happening with him. Maybe I'll find out more when I meet him for dinner tonight. He asked me to think of it as a date." "Wow, sounds like Troy Wilson is undergoing a conversion. But we can't worry about that now. We have important business. We have to head to the Fashion Center—sweat shop. Let's get dressed and get out of here." We both slipped on our panties and bras, but when I looked at my fancy jeans, I said, "Wait a minute, I didn't have these clothes on last night." Alyson laughed. "I thought you wouldn't want to wear the same clothes, so I changed them for you."

I was curious. "How?" She stepped up to me and tilted her head. "I'm a witch remember? The only reason you need to shop now is for ideas, but you can do that easier through magazines and catalogs." I could feel my eye growing larger at this revelation. "Wow, That's going to save me a lot of time, not to mention money." Then I remembered. "Hey, I thought you didn't like to be called a witch?" Eyes twinkling, Alyson laughed. She had a nice laugh. "We don't have keep up appearances between ourselves do we? After all 'enchantress' is just a snobby name for witch. Regarding some of our perks, yes. Manipulating time is one of the most important. It gives us more opportunity to do good and stop the bad. Money's not so important. As you start to perfect your abilities, you'll see less and less need for money. Another time saving feature is you won't have worry about make-up, your hair, manicures, pedicures and so forth." I glared at her, not comprehending. "You have make-up on and your hair is perfect." Alyson, now fully dressed in new clothes, laughed and walked up to her dresser. She smiled at me through the dresser mirror. "It is perfect isn't it?" She moved an arm up over her head and then down the back. "How do you like me as a redhead? You like the frosted-coral lip gloss and the greenish blue eye shadow?" I was thunderstruck. She had long wavy bright red hair, new make-up and a filmy sea-green cocktail dress and matching heels on. She looked totally different. "You are beautiful. How did you do that?" "This is Karen. I preset different looks and just think the name and this is what I get. You can do anything I do. Watch, I look good in a pixie cut with jetblack hair too. I call her Jade. What do you think?"

My God, Alyson was…totally different. Short dark hair, crimson lipstick, a mole on her cheek and burgundy and grey eye shadow clear out to her temples. Her clothes were different too. She had on a skimpy black leather skirt and halter with red trim, four inch black stiletto pumps and black fishnet stockings, terminating at a red garter belt. She wore three-inch silver hoop earrings and now had three visible tattoos—two butterflies, one on her shoulder and the other on her ankle and in the dresser mirror, I could see a star shape circling her navel. If this hadn't happened in front of me, I wouldn't have recognized her. This was a harsh look, a vamp look, a fucking unbelievably sexy look. I felt my thighs heating up, my breasts tingled. I strutted over to her, flipped her around like we were doing the tango and buried my lustful tongue in her mouth. I didn't know if it was still the effects of the indoctrination and I didn't care. All I knew is I wanted this version of Alyson. "You'd better change back to Ally before I rape you. Gods, I'm lusting after you." Jade laughed like crazy. Then Alyson stretched her arms and legs. Jade's brown eyes were gone. She stared at me with gorgeous blue eyes, still laughing Perplexed, I asked her, "What's so funny?" "You. You were going to rape Jade. She's tough as nails. You could never rape her, but what's funny is, you wouldn't have too. Jade is my dark side. I change into her when I have to do something distasteful. Jade loves sex and frankly, all you'd have to do is ask." **** Alyson followed me in her Jag, while I took my car home, before heading to the sweatshop. About a minute from home, I thought of something and searched for Ally's mind. Ally. I am curious about something. What's that? That guard, Roger, saw us at Amigo's. Won't he recognize us?

We arrived at my home, and I pulled in the garage while Alyson waited at the curb. I got out and rushed to her car, opening the door and slipping in as the garage door closed behind me. The Jaguar pulled away from the curb. "You're right, we can't go there like this. We have to change our appearance. Let's slip into our dark side." "I have a dark side, too?" "Sure. I'll bet your dark side is sexy." She took her eyes off the traffic for an instant and glanced over at me. She winked at me. Her vision went back to the road, but after navigating a few lane changes and a left turn and coming to a long straight stretch of road, she ventured another quick peek at me. "Think about what you'd like to become. Picture your dark side in your mind then be it. Like this" If I'd been diving I would have driven off the road. For the second time that morning, Alyson was Jade. Or rather, Alyson had changed into Jade. She slowed down and grinned mischievously at me. "Why did you change?" "You said so yourself. The guard will recognize us. I figure Jade can pass as a streetwalker. You need to change too." I was flummoxed, "Into a streetwalker?" "That would be best. Or you could change into a guy and be my date." Shocked again. "I can change into a guy?" Jade nodded. "Can you too?" I added. "Certainly," Alyson said a smug look on her face. "A little magic and a lot of illusion and I could be a man. I have done it, but I do it as little as possible." "Why's that?" "There's an old witches tale that when you change into the opposite sex, a tiny bit of the person you became stays with you when you change back. I've never seen any evidence of this, but why take chances." This intrigued me. "How do I become a man?"

"We all have to develop our own style. There's no set way to do anything. If I wanted to be a man, I'd picture a man I would like to become and will it to happen. Are you planning on being a man?" The idea of being a man fascinated me, but I decided on a streetwalker for this particular situation. "I think for now I'll be a hooker, like you. What do I do?" "Just like I told you, visualize what you want to look like and will it." Being a model, I was familiar with many looks, including the vamp look. I pictured a vampy, whore look I'd remembered seeing in a magazine and willed it. Jade giggled. "Very good Jan. You look like a seasoned pro." I wore lavender, satin shorts and a purple and white polka dot blouse, tied at my midriff with no bra. On my feet were six inch lavender platforms and ankle high white lacy stockings. My burgundy hair was straight and hung down to my shoulders. I had exaggerated violet colored eye makeup and wore the same shade lipstick. I had one tattoo of an ankh around my navel and another in script on my hip that said 'I Love Sex.' Still giggling Jade asked, "You look smashing. What are you going to call this dark side of you?" I hadn't really thought about it but… "Hazel." Just popped out of my mouth like someone else spoke." Jade now laughing in earnest pulled over and began clapping. "Hazel. I love it. Witch Hazel. Great choice."

Chapter Eight – The Snake Pit

Considering the factory was located in a run down area of LA, it surprised me to see that the store that fronted the sweatshop was actually chic. I was sure they were knock offs, but I'd actually modeled a couple of the outfits in the display window. I wanted to go in and check the merchandise, but Jade insisted we go straight to the warehouse and snoop around. A trip around the warehouse revealed a single loading dock off the alley and three pedestrian doors. The only windows were rectangular awning type, eight to nine feet off the ground. They were all open, apparently for ventilation. We cruised around the building once more, hoping to find a window and something on which we could stand nearby. We located a window and a couple empty of fifty-five gallon barrels nearby. Using a plank lying beside the building we laid it between the barrels and with Jade's help, I scrambled atop. Even wearing six-inch platforms, my eyes were inches below the bottom ledge of the window frame. "Jade, would you hand me the compact out of my purse." After she handed it too me, I opened it and angled the mirror so I was able to see inside. "What do you see?" asked Jade. "I think this is one of those God awful dorms, Eleesa told us about." I closed the compact and was about to get down when—. "Hey, what're you doing?" It was the guard, Roger. I hoped we wouldn't run into him this soon, but there he was running toward us.

I stooped down then Jade put a single arm around my waist and swung me down. When we didn't make an effort to run, Roger slowed to a walk. Stopping a couple yards away, he insisted. "What are you doing here? This is private property." Jade answered in a southern drawl." Don't get your bowels in an uproar, doll. We're here on an outcall." Roger was over six feet and in excess two hundred pounds with a paunch gut. He had curly brown hair, a square face and a pug nose. With his hands on his hips, he began to languorously look Jade up and down. Desire flashed in his dull eyes. "I'm the only man here and I sure as hell didn't call for you trollops." When his gaze switched to me and he began to mentally undress me, I felt as if bugs were crawling on me. Jade went through her purse and pulling out a slip of paper, asked, "Isn't this 2349 E Stanton?" He laughed. "You got your numbers transposed. This is 3429. I hope you fuck better than you find addresses. How much do you whores charge, anyway?" "More than you can afford," I ventured, getting creepy crawlies at the idea of Roger even touching me. He seemed hurt. "How do you know? Try me" Jade took over. "Two-fifty per hour each." He smiled and pulled out a roll of hundred dollar bills. "I think I can save you a trip to 2349 and if you're both as good as you look, a fifty-dollar tip." Waving at us, he walked toward one of the doors. I wanted to scream, but Jade took my hand and with a wink said, "This is going to be fun," leading me through the door, behind Roger, into the slave garment factory. Fifteen pairs of fearful brown eyes glanced at us furtively as we entered, what we would later describe as 'the snake-pit.'

The eyes followed us surreptitiously as we passed them, through a door into long narrow room, which held numerous racks of what appeared to be finished apparel. At the back of the room was the overhead delivery door we had spotted from the alley. Opposite the racks of clothes were several doors, which I suspected were the dorms. Roger the Creep, as I was beginning to think of him, stood back against the opening of the center doorway, inviting us in with a wave of his arm. Walking past him, we entered a small room with a large bed, a dresser, nightstands and walls covered with pictures of naked women, including some of the younger prettier ones we had just passed at their sewing machines. "Okay, take your clothes off," chirped Roger. "Let's see what I'm paying five hundred for." "Six hundred," retorted Jade, "and we get the money before you get anything." "But the extra hundred is a tip." "Look, we're giving up our date with a bigger tipper than you. If you don't have six hundred right now, we're off to 2349. In case you hadn't noticed, we're doms and we don't take all of our clothes off—just enough to tantalize." Jade removed her halter revealing her see through red bra. Then she dragged down her matching red panties and flashing him her hairless pussy, said, if that's alright with you, give Hazel the money and take off all your clothes. Contritely, Roger came up to me, counted out six, hundred dollar bills and handed them to me. "What about you?" he asked, "Are you gonna show me something?" I took the money and quickly stuck it in my purse, wishing afterward I could wash my hands. He wanted me to show something, but I didn't want to show him anything. Finally I untied my blouse so he could see my tits. Roger looked pleased. "What about the shorts, sweetheart?"

I was so creeped out, I was frozen, not knowing what to do. Then Jade came to my rescue. "We're wasting time big guy. Let's see that big stiff you're walking around with." Roger took one last glance at me, shrugged his shoulders and started taking his clothes off. After he was naked, he turned to Jade. "Okay sexy lady, show me what you have." She lifted her skirt up again flashing her pussy. "I hope you like to eat pussy because that's where we'll start, but first I have to tie you to the bed. From now on, refer to me as mistress. Now lay down spread eagle." When he did, Jade pulled four two-foot lengths of rope out of her purse. She smiled at him and said, "We're going to have so much fun, the three of us. You'll remember this day for the rest of your life." Roger grinned like an idiot. Jade threw two pieces of rope to me and asked me to tie his feet to the bottom post. She took her bra off and Roger's eyes and cock grew bigger at the sight of her fabulous breasts. "You can suck on these in a minute, honey." Reaching up to tie each wrist, her right nipple slipped into his ravenous mouth and he started to suck on it. Finishing with each wrist, she pulled away. "Hold your horses, baby. First things first. Did you enjoy my tit, Roger?" He gave a single nod. "Uh Huh." "Good. Here suck on the other one while I try something else now. All right?" "Uh Huh." She offered her left tit and he began to suck and slobber on it. "I'm going to put my fingers on your temples and massage them. I want you to relax and listen to my voice. Okay" He nodded, continuing to suck. Jade started kneading Roger's scalp. Rubbing Roger's temples with her thumbs, her fingers dug into his hair and massaged his scalp.

In a very strong monotone voice, Jade spoke soft and seductively. "You are relaxing. All your muscles are relaxing. You are so relaxed, so calm. You are becoming totally at peace. Can you feel it?" Roger had stopped moving. "Uh huh." "Good. You are becoming so relaxed and calm that your eyelids are growing heavy. They are growing heavier and heavier. They are too heavy to keep open and you must close them. Good. Now, you are even more peaceful. Very peaceful. Very, very peaceful. So peaceful you want to sleep." Jade moved her breast away from his mouth, hands still working his temples. When his lips reacted to the missing nipple, she put her left nipple back in and stroked his hair to calm him. Hazel, honey. We need a little realism here. Could you stroke his cock a little? I felt guilty for just standing there while my sister did all the work, so I did as she asked. "Well Roger, sweetheart. Hazel is jacking off your hot cock to make you cum and your tongue is having its way with my tits. Is this what you expected? Are you enjoying this?" "Uh, Huh!" Came his muffled reply. As I stroked his hard shaft, small amounts of a clear fluid eeked out of the opening and down, lubricating the top of his cock. And, although his mouth was occupied on Jade's breast, he began moaning. Jade smiled at me. Hey, this feels pretty good on my nipples. Then her expression turned serious, and she nodded toward my hand and his cock. He'll come faster if you use your other hand too. Grab his balls and squeeze. She giggled. But not as hard as you'd like. I did as she said and, in no time he came. He tensed, then jerked and began moving erratically, seizure like. His ejaculation wasn't a virulent expulsion like some men, but a slow oozing of thick milky fluid from the opening, down and over my hand. Yewww. Yuck. His semen is getting all over me.

That's okay, you're done now. "Well Roger, sweetheart. Your hot cock is buried in Hazel's warm wet pussy, making you cum and you're tonguing my hot pussy. Is this what you expected? Are you enjoying this?" He nodded heartily, continuing to dine on Jade's left nipple. And all the while her, hands still worked his temples. I stopped stroking him, but continued to watch as my sister witch plied her wiles. "You are peaceful. Peaceful and happy. Happy you are peaceful. You have never been this peaceful. You want to sleep. Sleep now!" Roger was dead still, barely breathing. "Roger." "Y-e-s-s." "Are you asleep?" "Yes." "Roger. Are you peaceful and happy. So peaceful and happy, you want me to ask you questions?" "Yes, please." "Do Hazel and I make you feel good?" "Yes." "You remember all the wonderful nasty things we did together don't you? How you fucked Hazel and me and how we sucked you off, swallowing your load." A smile creased his face. "Oh…yeah, I remember." "Good. Roger, You remember, Eleesa." He frowned, saying nothing. "Roger. You want to answer my questions don't you?" He nodded. "Where were you going to take Eleesa.?" "Las Vegas. A girly joint called Pink Cockpit."

"Is that a whorehouse?" "No, it's one of our nudie cabarets. The whorehouse she was going to is called Bootys. It's just across the county border where prostitution is legal." Jade looked at me, disgust etched on her face. "Roger, how was Eleesa supposed to get to the whorehouse?" "A van runs from the girly joints up to the brothels every night, sometimes more. They run a special for two hundred dollars. Dinner and a Doll, sells like hotcakes. They could put her on the van—under sedation of course." "Have you taken any other girls or women up to Vegas?" "A few. When we can afford to lose a seamstress or two, we take the best looking, best built. Sometime they go willingly, thinking they can pay their debt off faster. Usually they don't want to go, but my boss gives them no choice." "Your Boss. Is that Simon Bass?" "Yes." "All right, one last question. Has any girl whether here or in Nevada ever paid their debt off and been freed?" Roger laughed. "These illegals are so gullible. They think if they work hard and stay out of trouble, they'll get out of here. It's never happened since I've been here and I've been here nine years." Hazel Dear, would you untie his hands and feet while I finish up with him. I nodded and began to untie him. "Roger dear, when I say the words 'wicked widget', you'll wake up. In addition, you will remember nothing that we said." Jade turned her head and winked. "The only thing you will remember is that Jade and Hazel gave you the wildest sex you've ever had. Now, if you should ever hear Hazel or me say wicked widget again you will immediately fall back asleep. Understood?" "Yes." "Tell me, what happened here?" "You and Hazel fucked my brains out!"

I glanced at Jade at the same time she looked my way. She smiled. So did I. "Roger, since we gave you such a wild horny ride, don't you think you should give us another tip, Say a hundred dollars each." "Why not? You earned it." Jade and I smiled at each other again. "Tell me Roger," she continued, "where do you keep your business cards." "Center drawer of my dresser." I checked, pulled out a couple cards and showed Jade. She nodded. "One more thing Roger." "Yes. Jade." "The seamstresses that work so hard up in front need shorter hours and better food. They'll get more done if you do that." Roger got a funny look on his face as if he might question her instruction. Jade followed up hurriedly. "Don't you agree?" Answering without thinking, he said, "I reckon you're right." "All right Roger. Time to wake up. Wicked widget." Roger's eyes zipped open. He blinked then shook his head quickly. "Wow! You girls must have worn me out. Was I asleep?" Jade answered, "Only for a few minutes. It's not surprising. You were fantastic." Tongue in cheek I added, "I agree. Best we've ever had." Jade picked up. "Sorry to fuck and run. The other appointment you know. We'll tell them we got lost." "What we won't tell them is we got our socks fucked off." I waved to Roger. "Have to run, ta ta." Roger was beaming like a kid on his birthday. I took Jade's hand and we headed for the door. "Hey ladies, wait." We turned around.

"Just a second please." Still naked Roger jumped out of the bed and with his flaccid dick flopping ran to his pants, pulled out his roll of bills and peeled off four Ben Franklins. "Here. This is the least I could do. You're the sexiest whores I've ever seen. Can we make this a regular thing? How can I get a hold of you?" I took the offered money and showing him his business cards said, "Got it handled. We'll be in touch." **** Once safely ensconced in Alyson's car, we zipped off and jumped on the 101 Interstate heading back toward Hollywood. This time of the day, the traffic was moderate so we made good time. "I still can't believe I had that cretin's jism all over my hands." I shivered thinking about it. Yes Mistress, I didn't like it either. He's a bad man. Hmmm. I'd forgotten about Karenne. Sorry Karenne. It was something I had to do. I know, but I still didn't like it. "I'm surprised I was able to do it." "It was your dark side protecting you. They'll handle things for us we find squeamish." "I've got so many questions, I don't know where to start. The dark side is one, but what are we going to do about this forced labor at the garment warehouse and more important the forced prostitution in Nevada." "I have a couple ideas percolating in my mind. Let's change from our dark side and go to Jerry's, that deli we went to with Danielle, and hash this out." Jade and I turned back into Alyson and January, both dressed and fixed up tastefully. ****

Alyson just ordered a toasted sesame seed bagel with cream cheese and iced tea, while I, quite hungry, ordered brisket on a bialy stick, potato salad and a bottle of their special cream soda. "Jan, we have discovered a snake pit. Taking out one thing at a time, while rewarding, would only be a nuisance to the head snake—Simon Bass." She paused, waiting for the waitress to serve our food. While spreading the cream cheese on her bagel she continued, "If we cut off the head of the top snake, the whole operation should fall apart like a house of cards." I mulled this over and replied, "The operation maybe, but some underling might just pick up the pieces and take charge. It's happened before in crime families and what about the girls? We need to make sure the girls that they are forcing into prostitution get help. Our help." "I know. It looks like we need to go to Las Vegas before we visit that sleaze Simon Bass."

Chapter Nine - Terra

After leaving Jerry's we went to Danielle's flat. Walking through her front door, we hugged Danielle and sat down in her living room, while she went to the refrigerator to fetch three bottles of water. When she returned, Alyson asked, "Is everything going all right with Eleesa? Where is she?" "Eleesa's sleeping. She's been sleeping or watching TV the whole time she's been here." I set my water bottle down. "Poor thing. It's not surprising after all she's been through." Alyson put her hand over Danielle's. "I really appreciate you taking her for these two days. "Me too." I nodded. "It's nothing. I have nothing going on tomorrow so we'll head over to Rodrigo's around noon and see that's she's safely ensconced in the shelter. Now, what did you say about a plan? We started to formulate our plan, but when I glanced at my watch I freaked and blurted out, "Oh, shit! My date, I haven't even gotten ready yet. I'll be late for my date." Alyson placed her hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry, You can do it in a snap like we did earlier." Picturing what I could do, I swiftly calmed down. "Of course. Guess what Danny? I can get ready now simply by thinking it. Watch this." I stood, ran a hand past my face to freshen my makeup and straighten my hair. Danielle's eye's widened, when, as I slowly turned, my t-shirt and jeans

became a lovely Plum colored cocktail dress, and I traded my Nikes for four inch heels both of which were displayed on the cover of the Cosmo sitting on her coffee table. "Wow. How cool is that? I am so jealous of you two. Wait a minute. You have a date? I thought you and Ally…" Sitting on the armrest beside Alyson, I put my arm around her. "No. We thought about it but…frankly, I was chicken. Besides we like men. Right?" "Right." Alyson flashed a devilish grin and went on, "If fact, Jan played with a cock this morning, right in front of me." I'm sure my jaw dropped as heat spread across my face. "Ally how could you? It was embarrassing enough doing it. Did you have to bring it back up in front of Danny?" "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. We were doing a job and with the information we got we're going to get Simon Bass and maybe a few other bastards, too." "She's right. I humiliated myself for a good cause." I smiled. "You were right about one thing." "What was that?" I couldn't help from snickering. "It was a job all right—a hand job? Danny and Alyson laughed so hard they hugged each other. I joined them in a three woman embrace. I broke away. "If you think that was bad Danny, I thought about laying him." "It was Hazel, that thought about laying him, not Jan," Alyson corrected. Danielle frowned deeply. "Who's Hazel?" "That's right, you haven't met Hazel. Jade either, Watch this." I spun around slowly, and when I returned to my original position, I was Hazel.

Danielle's eyes were wide with amazement a hand covering her mouth. "Jan, that is fan-n-n-ntastic. Now show me Jade." I dipped my head toward Alyson. "Ally is Jade." Danielle looked at Alyson and implored her, "Would you?" A smile enhancing her lovely face, Alyson rose and facing Danielle, nodded once. Suddenly, she became all glittery and when it cleared, she was Jade. Danielle, fell back on the couch and wiped the side of her hand across he forehead. "Wow. That is incredible. I'm so jealous of you guys. And you almost laid Roger while you were Hazel? Why bother. You're beautiful as Jan." "You don't understand. It's not so much a beauty thing. Jan is beautiful and, if I do say so, wholesome looking. When we become Jade or Hazel, we get a harder look, a sexier look. I think you'll agree we do appear sexier and way more wicked." She winked at Dannille and tossed me a wide grin "They're our dark side alter-egos. They allow us to do things, Ally and Jan would prefer not to or even refuse." Danielle nodded, then, as if remembering something, and looking directly at me, changed the subject. "So tell me, who's your date with?" I calmly said, as if it was normal, "Your brother." Danielle's eyes and mouth opened wide. "Troy?" I beamed. "None other." All of a sudden, her eyes became squinty. "I thought you tried him once and it was a fiasco?" "I did. I wouldn't quite characterize it as a fiasco, though." "By the way, he called today. Told me the Sisterhood is a coven of witches and I should stay away. He said he warned you too, Jan." That drew a smirk from all of us. "And?" asked Alyson. "What did you tell him?" "I said, if you were all witches, the world could use a lot more. Then, I explained all the good work you do and told him about the charities."

I nodded to her. "Good for you." Danielle shook her head. "Yeah. I just wish I were a witch too. It seems like it would be so much fun. Please include me in what you do. You know me Jan. I'm a fun time girl." "Good, I'm glad to hear it because after we check out Vegas, we have a job for you." "What's that?" Alyson leaned over and whispered in Danny's ear. "Her eye lids opened wide and her expression was pure shock. "You want me to what?" **** I was totally frustrated. After Jan left for her date, leaving me with Alyson and the sleeping Eleesa, I sat there feeling sorry for myself. Finally, I blurted out what bothered me, "Ally, I hate to admit it, but I'm green with envy. Are you absolutely sure there's nothing I can do to become a witch?" Her eyebrows dipped narrowing her baby blues. "Hmmm. Green. Let me think a minute. I'm not promising anything, but there may be a way." I grabbed Alyson's shoulders. "Anything. Anything at all. I would give my left tit if I could be a witch like you." Alyson embraced me and a cool mist seemed to appear out of thin air. As the mist rose to engulf us, the room began to spin and all at once, it seemed as if we were zipping through the clouds. The last thing I remember was Alyson speaking to me in her English accent. "Don't worry, Danielle. I won't let anything happen to you." I thought, What about Eleesa? And a thought returned. Don't worry we won't be gone but a minute. Scarred shitless, I closed my eyes and then I remembered, Alyson took Jan somewhere. Wasn't I always the one who said I wanted excitement and adventure? Well… ****

I opened my eyes and gazed upon a very strange place. An ancient forest of huge trees surrounded us, and a babbling brook of clear water ran beside me. It was light, but there was no sunlight. My feet felt cold and wet, but before I could look downward to discover my plight, a friendly hand took mine, dragged me out from the brook and said mirthfully, "You'll catch your death of cold at that rate." Alyson and I were holding hands. I grew nervous. "Where are we?" "Unless I screwed up, we're in the Taeralyn Woods of Avalon." Feeling my eyebrows furrow, I stepped away and scrutinized her. "Why are you naked?" She snickered. "Clothing does not transfer from outside to Avalon. It happened to January, also. You are as beautiful naked as she is." Naked? Me? I looked downward and perceived I was, indeed…naked. My first instinct was to at least try and cover up, but I resisted the urge. "Is this where you took Jan?" She nodded. "Yes, nearby in a clearing." My head rose and I stuck out my chin. "Are you going to make me into a witch?" "Maybe, we'll see. Don't get your hopes up. I want to confer with a dear friend to see if it's possible." "What about Eleesa? "Don't worry about Eleesa. We shan't be gone more than a couple minutes in real time. "All right, I'll buy that. Tell me, who do you want to see?" This was all so strange and everything was happening so fast, I was getting confused. Did Jan feel like this too? "I brought you here to meet my friend Terra, the Great Wizardress of Taeralyn Woods. Now if I can locate—" "I'm right here, Alyson Adams."

I gazed at the source of the voice and was flabbergasted to see a partially naked woman exiting from a huge gnarly tree trunk a few meters away. She wore an emerald green cape, matching tight shorts, hip high boots and was naked from the waist up, though flaps from her cape tended to cover her breasts. As she drew closer, I could see just how lovely she was. An ethereal beauty that I'd never beheld until now. Her skin had a translucent quality and long, straight, light brown hair was drawn into a pony tail, high on her head. When she drew close enough she embraced Ally. That's when I noticed. That's when I knew she wasn't human. That's when I saw her pointed ears. "Gods, it's good to see you Alyson. How long has it been? Years?" Answering her own question. "Galahad told me you were here a few hours ago and left. I was saddened when you chose not to visit me, but I see now he was mistaken." Alyson put an arm around me. "No, he wasn't mistaken. Terra, this is my friend Danielle." Terra embraced me and spoke. "My pleasure. You are quite lovely and have a darling shape." "When I was here earlier I couldn't stay. I was with Danielle's friend January, who Gaea turned into a powerful enchantress. You will meet her soon enough, I'm sure. Now, Danielle wishes to become an enchantress, but I cannot detect any connection to Gaea, whatsoever." The

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communicating as their eyes flashed emotion back and forth. Finally, I saw amusement in Terra's eyes. She laughed and took my hand. "Come, let's go to my loft. I'll see what I can do. And Danielle, you can keep your breast." Terra and Alyson both laughed as we walked back through the entrance in the tree trunk. They were obviously laughing at my expense, but if she could give me the magic January had, I'd give both breasts. Of course if I had magic, I could replace them. I'm no fool.

**** Before I left Danielle's, I'd recreated the plum outfit I'd copied from the cover of her Cosmo magazine. When I arrived at Sammy G's, Troy was seated in a booth. "Sorry, I'm late." I started to sit down opposite him, but he held a hand up and got out of the booth to meet me. Hugging me, he kissed my cheek. "I've been waiting for you." He took hold of my arms and stepped back. "My, don't you look wonderful." His right hand pointed, open palm, toward the booth. "Please, I would love it if you'd sit next to me." His eyes seemed to plead with me. "Okay." I smiled back and took his hand. Relief washed over his features and he maneuvered me to his side of the booth. After I scooted in, he sat next to me and kissed me on the lips. He obviously still turned me on, because it made my toes curl. He placed a hand on my thigh. My whole upper leg and then some was suddenly warm. "You look fantastic tonight. Where did you get that gorgeous dress?" Only a fashion photographer would ask a question like that. "Umm, your sister's, I came across it and before you know it, I was wearing it." I turned my head and looked him over. Dressed in his lightweight bone colored, safari jacket and dark slacks, he looked delicious. His hand started to wander so I put mine over his. "You look nice too," I giggled. "Are you hunting tonight?" His hand turned upward and grasped mine. Our fingers entwined and he pulled my hand onto his lap and my breath escaped. "In a way I am, and my prey is you." As I sought to regain my breath, he put his left hand over mine and pulled his right hand out leaving my hand atop the straining bulge in his pants. "And this is my gun." He laughed.

I didn't think it was funny, and even though a picture of him naked flashed in my mind, I jerked my hand away. I took my napkin and wiped away the perspiration away that suddenly materialized on my forehead. "What's with you, Mr. I'd-Rather-Be-With Rob Lowe?" He wrapped an arm around me. "I don't know, but ever since the Halloween bash, I can't get you out of my mind. Last night I was with someone I go to when I'm lonely and all I could think of was you, making warm passionate love to you. Isn't it wonderful?" He hugged me, then pulled away and glared at me, his brow furrowed by his intense stare. "Jan, I am consumed by you. You don't think those witches put a spell on me, do you?" I like this man. Are we going to sleep with him? Karenne, he's gay! Troy went on, "If they did, I don't care. I love you." His lips lowered toward mine and before I realized what happened, I was tasting his tongue, while his free hand teased my breast. The tingly sensation headed straight to my nether region and the fact I let him continue, emphasized how attracted to him I really was. Despite my inclination to let him ravish me in front of everyone in Sammy G's, I pushed him away. "Hold your horses." Did he say he loves me? Once more he turned and stared and stared at me. "What's the matter, Jan? Don't you want me anymore?" Then, one eyebrow arched, lips thinned, as his nostrils flared. Oh, oh. He sees me. Is he a witch? "What's…on your shoulder?" No, but Alyson senses magic in him. "Oh, it's just Karenne. She's my faerie. To answer your first question, I do still want you, but things have changed. I've become an enchantress." Would you leave us for a little bit? Poor Troy. His jaw fell nearly to the table. "I warned you about the sisterhood."

Okay, but make sure you go to bed with him. He's wonderful. Karenne! All right. I'm outta here. "You did, but the sisterhood is a force for good. They are white witches." I continued, explaining how we'd rescued Eleesa and were planning on rescuing more women and putting the culprits out of business. Troy was fascinated and behaved himself while we ordered and ate, discussing the merits of the sisterhood and his latent magical abilities. "Let me get this straight. I have the ability needed to become a wizard? And my sorcery would have no connection to Satan or anything evil? The opposite, in fact. Your connection is to Gaea—Mother Earth herself?" "Yes. Do you want to?" "I'm thinking about it. Would I join the Sisterhood?" "I don't think so. There's a similar organization for male witches. Excuse me. Would you please let me out? I need to visit the Ladies room." **** Inside the tree trunk was a set of circular stairs. Terra took our hands and gave a single exaggerated nod. Instantly she transported us to a room that appeared to be in the upper reaches of the tree. Through the windows I could see a balcony and beyond that tree branches. Through the branches I could see the lush green Avalon countryside, which reminded me of photos I'd seen of the Irish countryside. The room itself was about six meters square and reminded me of a man's library because of the dark stained bookcases on each side of the door and ancient maps hanging on some of the walls. To the left and above the large fireplace hung a stuffed head and upper torso of some grotesque humanoid looking creature. Along the opposite wall ran a counter with open shelving above. The shelves seemed to contain hundreds of jars.

Terra signaled we should sit on one of the couches in the room's center. Still standing and pacing, she addressed Alyson. "Ally, there are no guarantees, but I think I can help Danielle. She does possess a magical affinity that you were not able to detect. Unfortunately, I can't access it unless I delve into my dark magic." I was excited. What Terra said sent a rush of excitement through me and I turned toward Alyson. "What does that mean?" "That means in order to allow Gaea to connect with you, Terra will have to delve into the black arts." "You see Danielle, Gaea is not the basis of my strongest magic, but my least used magic. My strongest magic comes from unknown sources within the depths of Earth. It is this magic that you are attuned to and I must use to develop your magical capabilities. I think I can do it, but some of the dark magic would likely remain with you." I glanced back to Alyson for guidance. "What does that mean? Is the magic from Satan?" Alyson opened her mouth to speak, but Terra beat her to it. "Actually, we're not sure. Personally, I doubt there is a devil as portrayed. There are dark elements around though, and their powers derive from the Earth's core. Oddly, here in Avalon where so many things seem reversed, I can access these powers, which nicely augments my Elfin and Gaean powers." "So you're an Elf?" That explains the ears. "Oh yes. Didn't Alyson tell you?" Alyson learned forward. "What are you proposing, Terra?" "That you leave Danielle with me and through the Black Arts, I will attune her abilities to Gaea. I suspect in two to three days or less I will give her back to you. Danielle, have you decided?" "Terra, I need to talk with Ally for a minute. Would you excuse us while we step outside?" "But of course. It's a big decision."

Alyson and I rose and went out on the balcony. Once outside I was surprised to find we were at least a hundred feet above the ground in the mammoth ancient tree. "Wow, look at the view from here." "Yes, it's breathtaking." I turned to Alyson. "So, tell me. What do you think?" "I really don't know. I was hoping she could do something through her Elfin magic, but apparently not." "Well, at least she believes she can do something. What's the downside?" "I wish I knew. We white witches have always resisted using the darker powers." Just then, Alyson's faerie, Kimberly flew up within a foot of her face flapping her blue-black wings in a frenzy. When Kimberly had finished, Alyson turned to me. "Kimberly says it's dangerous. She knows of two faeries who employed the dark powers and one went mad." "What happened to the other?" "She is a powerful sorceress, famous throughout the pixie world." Hmmm. Fifty-fifty. "Let's go back inside and talk to Terra." Inside, I sat beside the beautiful Elfin wizardess. "Terra. You have used the dark magic and it hasn't affected you adversely, have there been others that had a different reaction? Did it do anything bad to them?" I know of one other who occasionally uses the dark power, without any problems. But I also know of another—a male witch—who used it and went mad." She sat thoughtful for a moment and then said, "I'm not proposing you use the dark power. I merely want to use it to attune your aura to be compatible with Gaea. Some of the dark power may remain with you, but you need not use it." I made up my mind. It was a risk, but the reward was worth the danger. "Terra, I will do it." I turned to Alyson. "Can you take care of Eleesa while I'm here?"

"Certainly, but two or three days here is like thirty or forty minutes at home. You'll be back within the hour." Alyson said good luck and goodbye to me then hugged and kissed us both before disappearing. "C'mon Danielle. The sooner we get started, the sooner you'll be an enchantress." Enchantress. I like that. **** As soon as I entered the ladies room, I pulled out my cellphone and punched in Ally's number. She didn't answer so I puttered around touching up my makeup and washing my hands, before calling again. "Hello?" I swallowed and took a breath when she answered. "Ally, it's me. Where were you? I just tried getting a hold of you." I heard a sigh. "I just returned from Avalon." "Avalon? Why did you go to Avalon?" "Danny was bummed out. She wants to be a witch so bad I decided to take her to a friend of mine to see if she could do something." I felt a chill. "And?" "She said she thought it was possible, using the dark powers." A chill went through me. "I remember the dark powers from my indoctrination. Let me speak to Danny." "I can't, she stayed behind. What did you call about?" I sighed. "Dang. Nothing better happen to her. I called about Troy. He's asking me questions about becoming a witch. What should I do?" She sounded surprised. "You told him about you?" "I had too. He saw Karenne."

"Let me call Normand Saban, the President of the Brotherhood. Just put him off for now." "How? What'll I do?" "I don't know. Is he interested in sex with you?" "Is he ever. He came on like a sailor in port, practically seduced me in the booth, and Karenne is drooling over him. You didn't put a spell on him did you?" I heard a snicker, "Well, since you were just initiated you could probably use a good schtupping. You and Karenne have a great night with Troy." I wasn't going to let it ride. "Ally, you didn't answer me. Did you?" "What? Oh. Not now, I have to call Normand. I'll call you back when I know something. "Ally?" Shit, she hung up. Suddenly Kareene appeared flapping her wings rapidly flashing a reddish orange color. What'd she say? Kareene, I didn't know you were here. Looks like you're gonna get your wish. You're going to do him? If he still wants me. Yippee. I can hardly wait. Karenne slowly fluttered up to the ceiling her wings flashing a panoply of colors. Then she went into her gymnastics mode, flipping, twisting and somersaulting wildly in every direction. I headed for the door. You stay here until it's time to leave. Okay? Hurry. As he stood to let me in to the booth, I placed my hand around the back of his head and pulled his lips toward mine. On my tip toes, I kissed him passionately, then asked, "Do you still want to screw me?' The corners of his mouth curled upward. "I want to…make love to you. You can use the dirty talk in bed though." He winked. I laughed. "Let's go to your place. Mine's still a mess from my initiation." ****

After hanging up from January, I checked on Eleesa. She was sleeping soundly. Let her sleep. She's probably catching up after working twelve hour shifts for months. Suddenly, without waking, she began moving about restlessly, gasping, moaning and saying, 'por favor, no, por favor.'" What kind of bastards are these people? I sat on the bed and softly stroked her hair. "Don't worry sweetheart. You're safe now." This seemed to calm her as she turned on her side fetus style. I rose. She smiled as I bent down and kissed her exposed cheek. I became startled when someone tapped me on the shoulder. Thinking it would be Danielle, I turned and was further surprised to find, Terra. I took her hand, led her away from Elessa and out of the room. After shutting the bedroom door I asked, "What happened? Where's Danielle?" Terra took a few seconds to answer, "She's still in Avalon, sleeping right now. I wanted to warn you before she came back. The connection to Gaea didn't work as smoothly as I'd hoped and she's disappointed. She's probably going to need some comforting when I send her back." "Don't worry, I'm fond of Danielle. I will do what she needs to comfort her." Terra took hold of my hands. "Good. I knew you would. It wasn't a total loss. She did pick up a couple talents, but nothing more than an apprentice can perform." "Like what? Did you perform an initiation?" "Yes, I did. That's how I know. I like your friend. She's fun and loyal. I tried everything, but I couldn't make the full connection with Gaea. What ability she has is the residue of the dark magic I tried to attune her with. She's telepathic, but on a limited scale and she can move lightweight objects. I suggest she refrain from using the little magic she has. It's too dangerous. I will send her to you when she wakes." "Thank you for trying. I know you did your best." "Don't forget me. Come visit."

"I will. I promise." I kissed her on the cheek and bid her adieu. After she vanished, I went into Danielle's Master Bath. I was tired, a little achy and thought a bubble bath might help. I perched on the edge of her large round jetted tub and turned on both tub fillers. Then I scrounged around in the cupboards for some bubble bath. Finding some under one of the sink vanities, I poured in a half cup in. As I undressed, I watched the bubbles began to rise and become a frothy foam floating on the steaming water. I dipped a hand in and checked the temperature, adjusting the valves for comfort. After a minute, I turned them off and carefully stepped in. As I sat down in the sudsy water and reclined against a wall of the tub, I let out a long sigh of pleasure and closed my eyes. All of a sudden Danielle appeared, standing fully dressed in the tub next to me. "Danielle! How did you locate me?" "Terra used you as a beacon. You sure look comfortable lying there." She grinned. "And sexy." I was a bit self-conscious for lying naked in her tub without her permission. "I was tired and thought a bubble bath might perk me up. I'll get out if you want." "Heavens no. I've had a grueling two days, I can really use some company." I thought I perceived a mischievous grin upon Danielle's lips. "I'd like to join you if you don't mind." Instead of answering her, I wished her clothing away and grasping her hand pulled the surprised woman down into the water and into my embrace. **** Troy insisted I ride with him and explain what went on at the initiation. Not remembering much about the initiation, I told him about Ally and my trip to Avalon and bringing Karenne back with me. I told him the shadow on Ally he'd asked me about was her aura and the eyes he noticed in her hair were Kimberley's.

"You mean, if I become a witch, excuse me a wizard, I'll be assigned a faerie like you have?" "I'm not sure, but Ally said all witches use their faeries as a conduit to Gaea, so it sounds like you would." Troy smiled when I answered his question and patted my knee. I could tell he was deep in thought, since we drove the rest of the way in silence. I, on the other hand was getting wound up from the idea of what I had agreed to do with Troy. I must've wished a thousand times he was straight, for I'd yet to find a man I felt more comfortable with, let alone, found more attractive. A surreptitious glance at his crotch rewarded me with the vision of a huge erection bound by his brown slacks. The mind is a wondrous thing, for it allowed me a preview of Troy, naked, atop me, under me, behind me, beside me, me in his mouth and he in my mine. I could almost feel it as my pussy became ravenously enlarged, dampening my underwear with hot crème. When he stopped in front of his garage and waited for the remote opener to raise the door, my stomach heaved. It felt like it was leaping into my chest, and I jerked, choking back a groan. Troy didn't seem to notice and pulled into the garage. Pushing the button on the remote again to close the door, he got out of the car and came around to my side. My pulse was racing. I had wanted him and wanted him to want me for the last two years and now it seemed he did. I don't know how or why it happened, but it did. I was so nervous, my palms were sweating and my stomach felt like jell-o. He opened my door and reached in a reassuring hand. I took it as he pulled me up into a strong embrace. I whispered breathlessly to him. "There's something I have to tell you." "What?" Would it bother you if I told you I came very close to going to bed with Ally after the initiation?"

"I'd say good for you, she's as lovely a creature as you." His lips covered mine as his tongue snaked through my parted teeth and joined with mine, sending hot flashes of desire to my pussy. An arm swung under my buttocks and soon I was airborne in his arms, breaking our delicious kiss. I lay my head in the crook of his neck taking in the aroma of his masculine cologne. "And I continue to think about sex with her." "As long as you still desire me, I don't care. In fact, I'd love to watch you two. You do still desire me, don't you?" "Oh yes, more than ever. Becoming a witch has increased my sex drive. Ally says witches are ten times more sensitive." **** Shocked as I was when I materialized with Alyson taking a bubble bath in my own tub; it seemed like nothing compared to what happened next. After I'd asked if I could join her, my clothes disappeared and she pulled me down into her arms. Then she kissed me. I didn't mind, mind you, since I was extremely attracted to her. It was more the suddenness of it that threw me. "I'm sorry, Danny. I didn't mean to give you false hopes about being an enchantress. I hope you'll forgive me?" There's nothing to forgive. I knew it wasn't a sure thing and I did come away with some interesting powers. I can speak without speaking and watch this. Abruptly the whirlpool motor started. After a few seconds, I stopped it. Hey, that's real good. Here's the best one and Terra doesn't even know about it. I rose, bubbles covering my torso and water dripping from my extremities. Her face showed confusion until I suddenly reached down into the water and began to run my hand up and along my body. Alyson's face registered astonishment as all of me from the water up disappeared as my hand went past it. When I got to my neck I stopped and my bodiless head asked, "Pretty neat huh!"

That's wonderful. That's more than I can do. I continued my hand up and over my head, until I was totally invisible, then instantly visible, I sat back down next to Alyson. Can, I ask you a question? Of course. Jan mentioned that right after she became a witch she felt particularly horny and you told her it was because of the initiation. That's true, it's because of the connection with Gaea. I nodded and continued. And you could provide her with a remedy or relief by having sex. Is that right? Alyson put an arm around me and snuggled close. Let me guess. Even though you did not fully connect, you feel lustful and would like me to give you a remedy. I boldly put a hand upon Alyson's mound. If you're willing, I'd rather have sex. She tensed when I touched her but not for long. You made love with Terra, didn't you? Yes, when I'd wakened just before I came back. She said it would enhance the powers I'd attained. How'd you know? Lucky guess. She's very persuasive and very good. Maybe, I wouldn't match up. I'm betting you will. She smiled broadly then her lips latched onto my lower lip and sucked on it. Her luscious tongue zipped past my lips and swept across my teeth before darting into my mouth to couple with my waiting tongue. Currents surged through my body. I'd love to have sex with you. Are you sure it's what you want? Is there a hooker in Vegas? Of course I'm sure. I stiffened as two fingers teased a taut nipple. I moaned a little and wondered if the bathwater was cooling or if I was really heating up. Alyson rubbed me all over. Each time she touched a nipple or my clitoris, I would stiffen. Soon she was caressed only sensitive areas, which in my memory had never been so sensitive or hungry.

We need to stop talking and just enjoy the moment. Ally's voice was a sensual caress in my mind as her luscious lips worked their way downward with slow little kisses toward my breasts, her fingers shot straight to my clitoris, sending currents of inextricable desire directly to my brain. I whimpered, when her mouth reached its destination and closed around one of my erect nipples, I gasped. I twisted, pushing my chest out toward her, trying to push more of my breast inside. She rewarded me for my response when she secretly slid two of her fingers into my soft yielding pussy. I stiffened and took in a quick breath of air. My pussy instinctively pushed back as if to increase the depth of her penetration. Then with her tongue licking my nipple and what seemed like a dozen fingers assaulting my eager pussy, I became totally immersed in Ally's grand seduction. Accidentally, I engaged the whirlpool motor when my hand wildly slapped the tub deck. The surging jets of water brought me back to the present and Alyson. Pulses of water added another dimension to the manic sensations that assaulted me. My arms, wild and searching for something to do, wrapped around Alyson's back. My right hand moved to her hair, fingers massaging her scalp and closing on fistfuls of damp silky hair as she suckled my breast. I was in a frenzy, verging on an orgasm when…she stopped. Hands underwater reached around my thighs, urging me up. I felt her warm breath on my cheek. In her sexy accented voice, she whispered in my ear, "I'm dying to stick my tongue in your precious slit, Danielle." Shivers raced through me at what she proposed. "Let's get you up on the deck." I edged up onto the deck. "Good, now spread your gorgeous legs." Lying upon the deck, Alyson took in my essence and said, "Darling, you are truly beautiful. It is a pleasure being your lover and I'm going to give you the climax you need." She waved her hand and a sparkling powder flew from her fingertips into the air and then descended upon us both

"What was that?" "Don't worry, it's nothing. Think of it as seasoning for me and a sexual amplifier for you." She embarrassed me by spreading my legs wide the starring at my exposed pussy, but I forgot my inelegance when she licked her lips and began to lav the inside of my thigh. Beginning at my knee, her velvety tongue languorously made a liquid journey to the edge of my outer labia, but cruelly, went no further. I sighed as she raised her head a second to give me an engaging smile and then repeated the motion on my other thigh. Both the coolness of bath water evaporating from my body and Alyson's deliberate sensual provocations had my nipples jutting out and gooseflesh covering my skin. My entire body screamed when, for the second time, she stopped at the apex of my legs and returned to my knee. Hurry Ally. Do me. Give me that sweet tongue of yours. Patience my dear. Mmmm, the Moon Dust is working perfectly, you are dee…licious. As her tongue began another trek up my thigh, Alyson laid the palm of her hand upon my mound and dangled her thumb over my cleft. Ooh! That's it. I trembled as she fondled my ravenous clit, scattering massive shock waves through me. Heating up fast, I leaned back on my elbows so I could push my clit back into her thumb. Finally, after the second excruciatingly slow tonguing up each thigh, I sighed as Alyson parted my folds with her fingers and ran her wet tongue, slowly up my entire sex, from bottom to top. I savored her long slow caress from my anus to my mound and when she reached my clit I gasped from the thrill as her tongue licking my ultra-sensitive bud and her lips absorbed it, sucking on it until I almost passed out from excitement. If my hands had been available, I would have dragged her face into my torrid pussy. Instead, my back arched and I wrapped my legs around her neck, pulling her further into my sex. "God,

you're good," I exclaimed. "I love what you're doing to me…what I feel? Do witches feel sex more deeply?" I didn't expect an answer. Nevertheless one came. Yes, witches both black and white are notoriously sexual. I looked down. The head of my sensual new sex-mate came into view, bobbing up, down and around, satisfying my carnal needs. It was hard to believe, but a woman…a witch actually drove me batty eating my pussy. Still fingering me with two or maybe three fingers, her eyes flashed up at me and an arm came around my leg, her fingers relieving her licker for duty below. I was already a boiling, blubbering mass from Alyson's ministrations, but when she rammed her tongue inside my recess, a ravenous current surged through me. I went ballistic, convulsing and shimmying in multiple directions. Oral sex had never felt this good. Even with Terra. Out of the blue, a subtle awareness came over me. Inexorably, the sensation spread from my clit to the extremities of my body and a pleasant, tickly curtain descended upon me. Every touch, every current of air that brushed my damp uncovered body, made me quiver in anticipation. I was coming. Next, a tsunami of pleasure flooded over me, followed by a series of aftershocks, culminating in a sudden euphoric, sensory explosion. A bright light flashed behind my eyelids followed by exploding stars. My body rocked back and forth—I screamed and kept screaming. I reached a hand down clutching her hair in my fists, moving her head in time with my heaving undulating form as I squirmed and convulsed spasmodically in every direction. I had to hold this woman, my sister, who made me feel so good. Still quivering from the grand finale of our lovemaking, I slipped back into the water and embraced her. I held her tight and gradually my shivering subsided. Afterward, leaning back against the tub wall I said, "That was something. I don't know if I can take that very often." Alyson…have I become a lesbian? Are we lesbians?

**** Troy laughed as he carried me through the garage door and into the house. "Witches have increased sex drive and sensitivity? Sounds like another great reason to become one." I'd never been in Troy's home before, but even though my mind was centered on the juncture of his legs, I managed to notice it was spacious and wonderfully decorated. At last he carried me through a pair or doors and deposited me gently on a gorgeous, sexy, king sized canopy bed. "Don't move." He went over to the nightstand and inserted a CD into the player. A light rock song I recognized—Save Tonight by Eagle-eye Cherry—came on. "Not counting our inauspicious time together two years ago, this is my first time with a woman." He began to pull off one of my high heel shoes. "Therefore, I want to slowly undress you and bask in your beauty." Noooo! Maybe he thought I needed time to warm up. This was a form of foreplay and it would have been nice if we'd been starting from scratch, but I wasn't. I was hot as hell and needed something quick. I scooted up on my elbows, watching him. This would take too long. "Baby, I see a big bulge behind your slacks, and I know you need some release and I have been warming up to having that big cock of yours inside me all the way over here. Couldn't you bask in my beauty while you fuck me?" He laughed, "Whatever milady wants." "Let me help you." I nodded my head and we were both naked. Troy was flabbergasted. "Hey, how'd you do that?" "One of the perks of witchcraft. Watch this." I nodded again and he was prone on the bed, his head between my legs, licking the crème my pussy had released. "God that feels good. Did you like that trick?" He mumbled something unintelligible into my steamy center. "Just nod if you did?"

Nodding he said, "Uh-huh." "Good. Do you love to eat my pussy?" "Uh-huh." "Not as much as me, baby." I did love it. I reached down and grabbed a fistful of his sandy hair in each hand, pulling his face harder into my juicy slit. Lips around my clit, sucking on it as he moved his head back and forth, he stuck several fingers inside of me, moving them robustly in and out of my expanding pussy. The feeling was beginning to build. I was seconds away from coming, so I nodded my head once more and instantly, Troy hovered over me his dick buried in me to the hilt. I'll never forget the look of total astonishment plastered on his face. I wonder if Ally ever did anything like this. I can't wait to tell her. "It's about time you stuck that big cock inside me. I've been waiting all night for this." I wrapped my legs around him, crossing my ankles just above his taut ass. I pulled my feet inward toward me, trying to jump start my obviously stunned partner, for Troy had yet to move a lick since I…umm… realigned him. At last, I felt his dick retreat and slowly return. Then faster and faster. "Oh, yeah, baby, give it to me good! Bury that hot slab of sex deep inside me!" "Oh, Jan, I'm loving it. I'm loving you. God, you're a hot piece of flesh and such a…damn!" He slowed down. "What, sweetheart? What's the matter." "I'm not wearing any protection. The way you've been moving me around like a chess piece, I never had a chance to put on a condom." With a nod of my forehead, I said, "You have one on now." Moving my crossed legs from his prime ass, I spread them wide, pulled them back with my feet up in the air for greater entrance. I slapped him on the bottom and squeezed his buttocks. "So pick up the pace, sweetheart. Oooh, fuck me, fuck me hard." He did, and it was like the dream. Damn, he felt good on top of me. My senses were screaming as Troy reamed my molten core. Stroking me, he bent

down and took a ripe nipple lightly between his teeth, alternating between nibbling and sucking. I could hear suction noises his cock made as it pounded in and out of my pussy. My mind, my body was a mess of surging pulses and currents and I felt a tingling, numbness spreading through me. I was having too much fun to climax yet, so I forced my thoughts to wander as he pummeled me. I wonder how Eleesa is doing? She sure is a cutie. I sure hope nothing bad happens to Danielle. I decided to change positions. Once again his lovely face registered surprise as he was instantly looking up at me as I straddled his thighs, impaling my deep well on his sizable shaft. He flashed a crooked smile. "If you don't stop doing that, you might give me a heart attack." His eyes focused on my breasts and the smile widened as his hands darted up to embrace them. "I love your breasts. Even when I was gay, I loved your breasts." He doesn't think he's gay anymore. That fact spurred me on. Moans of pleasure sprung from my dry mouth as moving back and forth, I ground my ultra-sensitive clit into his groin, his shaft buried deep inside me. When his hands kneaded my breasts, I leaned forward and his digits teased my swollen nipples, rubbing, lightly pinching and rolling the hard nub between his fingers. He must have felt it too as his groans mimicked mine. After an indeterminable period of time and the glorious feeling began to diminish, I let myself come. Everything felt absolutely fantastic, so it wasn't surprising when the currents that had been surging through my entire body began to center in my core. "Oh Christ, look out baby, I'm com-i-i-ing." Soon, as I screamed, intermittently interrupted by yelling indelicacies, a curtain of ecstasy descended upon me in the form of shooting waves of pleasure. Troy seemed to sense what was happening, and pulled me down low enough to suck on a nipple. When he did, all hell broke loose and delicious sensations spread to every outpost in my body. I started moving frantically and erratically

as a solitary white light encompassed my mind while a painless explosion delivered deliriously blissful feelings through my body This was fantastic. I did it three times in a row, but by the third, I was ready for a rest, so I lay atop Troy. His cock was still deep inside me and he rocked back and forth, as his arms embraced me tightly. It was then that I realized, with Troy shaking and moving sporadically he was coming too. When it was over, exhausted from our delicious lovemaking, he slipped into sleep. I wanted more, much more. Witches like…need sex, nevertheless, my dream lover had pleased me, big time. After entering the bathroom and turning on the shower, I stepped in. Cleansing myself with body wash, visions the wonderful sex we'd just experienced for real and in my dream danced through my mind. My hand movements excited me and I became aroused. Once I turned off the water and dried myself, I decided we would have an encore. **** Alyson laughed, "Heavens no. Personally, I like it both ways, whenever and with whoever catches my fancy, which unfortunately is not often enough. You are my first partner in months, I was drawn to both of you from the minute I saw you." And that costume. Wowee! It took nerve to wear that. I couldn't take my eyes off your fabulous body. That thin coat of paint made it just that much more enticing. Didn't you notice me gaping at your nipples. I know they were made to look like the eyes on peacock feathers, but they were still visible and I wanted to suck on them. No, I was probably too busy staring at your boobs. Your dress barely hid your breasts. It drove me nuts because your nipples were almost visible, but not quite. I reached under her bottom and pushed slightly upward. Now, it's your turn. If you will be so kind as to get up on the platform I will check out your pussy, up close and personal. Alyson's nostrils flared. Would it be alright if we do that in your bed?

Of course. I rose out of the water and picked up a towel. Alyson did too and started to dry me off, so I dried her. As we retreated to the bedroom, I received one more thought. And would you mind if I recreated your peacock costume on you for the occasion? Ally, This is for you. If that turns you on, do it. Suddenly, feeling as if something had changed, I glanced in the dresser mirror and smiled. I was once again the peacock woman. Gorgeous…she was gorgeous as she laid on the bed, her long blond hair spread over the bedcover and her legs spread for me, Thank you. It really is a turn on. And you can take off the headdress. It would only get in the way. I mounted the bed between her legs. If you don't mind, I'll spend the night and leave in the morning. Laying between her thighs, I began to lav them. I would like that. And don't forget Eleesa. You have to take her to the shelter tomorrow. I know. When my tongue engaged her swollen clit, only moans and groans emitted from Alyson. **** I stirred from the deep sleep that had overtaken me. Mmmmm. Something feels incredible. What a dream. I made love to the glamorous January James. I sighed, "Oooh." Down by my cock, something feels fantastic—wet and dreamy. I opened an eye. "Mmmmm." I was hard and January… January was sucking my cock. I shuddered at the realization, the dream had been real. Christ, she felt good. I reached for her head and grabbed two fistfuls of her fine long hair and started to guide her mouth over my cock. My touch made her look up and she took my cock out of her mouth. Making sure to stroke it with her fist, she flashed a warm sexy smile. "Oh good, you're awake." She nodded toward my dick and half laughing said. "Hope you

don't mind. I'm so horny, I wasn't finished yet. Since I called the shots last time, what would you like to do now?" Still a little fuzzy from my sleep I couldn't think. "What you're doing feels fantastic. And after I come, I'd like to eat your scrumptious pussy." Her head tilted, a lopsided smile reappearing. "I can hardly wait. And by the way don't worry about cumming in my mouth. I'll make it tasty like a chocolate shake." I nodded and she went back to work on me.

Chapter Ten - Aftermath

"Top of the morning, ma amour. I have something for you." I gradually opened a single eye in response to the warm greeting. Troy, holding a tray, was standing beside the bed wearing a toothy grin and nothing else. Suddenly interested, I opened my other eye and took in the lovely sight he projected. "Oh good, you're awake," he said, bubbling with joy, "Sit up mon cherie, I brought you something to eat." My sexy dream came true. Ummmm. I made wonderful love with this beautiful man. I sat up, doubled up the pillows against the headboard and leaned back. Sporting a wicked grin, I reached out and grasped his flaccid cock. "Is this what you brought me to eat," I joked. He raised a single eyebrow. "Not a bad idea, but no. Bacon and eggs." As I let go of him he lowered the tray, setting the legs on each side of my thighs. "Coffee, toast, orange juice and a lovely rose for the lovely lady." As promised, everything was there including a large red rose in a champagne flute. I bent down, inhaling the rose's fragrance. The sheet fell away exposing my breasts. As I started to pull it back, Troy implored, "Please don't. Even when I was gay, your breasts were eye candy." I stopped. Feeling an impish smile form, I teased, "You said that last night, too. So you're not gay anymore?" At that his brows furrowed. "I don't think so." He strode around the bed and slipped under the covers. He took a piece of bacon. "Did it feel like the man

that ravaged you last night and made you scream so loud the hound next door started howling, was gay?" I leaned over and kissed him. "No, you were incredible. More like a sex crazed incubus." I joked as I pulled away. All of a sudden, flashing the entire rainbow through her wings, Karenne, who was hovering barely an inch from Troy's lips, reached out and kissed them. Then she did the same to me. Mistress Jan. That was so wonderful. I loved feeling him inside you and that last orgasm. I felt it in the points of my ears. You could feel him inside me? Ah huh. Can we do him again? Can we? Yes, but not right now. Ever ebullient, Karenne took off like a rocket, looping and circling us in wild erratic patterns. Troy had a look of bewilderment plastered on his face. "What's going on?" "Karenne thanked us for making love last night." "Really? Why?" "She feels when I climax and apparently more. She said she loved feeling you inside me." Troy's eye's expanded to almost full round. "She does…she did…she talks? How?" "Telepathy. And one of the reasons I slept with you is she begged me too. Like me, she's attracted to you." "Wow. You mean I was screwing the both of you last night?" "Ah huh." He extended a hand and stuck out the forefinger. "How come she's doing all this?" he asked, moving his extended finger in a figure eight. "She asked if we could do it again and I said yes, but not right now." He scooted closer to me and draped an arm over my shoulders "So you want more, too?"

Nodding, I tensed when his free hand found my nipple. Warm breath gave me chills and made me shiver as he whispered in my ear, "Why not right now?" Karenne, finally slowing down, landed on the arm he'd draped over my shoulder. Troy's lips sought my mouth to add some incentive. Finding it, his velvety, masculine tongue taunted my teeth for an opening. Yes, Why not right now? Karenne implored. As I parted my teeth, welcoming his intrusion, I recounted numerous other methods of joyful intrusion he could provide. Why not? Yippeeeeeee! **** After another fantastic round of sex, we relaxed in bed, sitting, holding hands, legs out, leaning against the headboard. Troy gave a single nod in the direction of Karenne who was recumbent on my abdomen, apparently depleted, her wings a shade of lavender with pink fringes. He placed a gentle hand on my thigh to gain my attention. "What's with her?" I shivered slightly then stretched before I answered. "You wore her out. You wore both of us out. I think she's in a state of blissful contentment." I squeezed his hand. "Troy. Can I ask you a question?" "Sure. Anything you want. I'm an open book." "The sex I had with you last night and this morning was the best I've ever had. I want you to know that, but this is all so sudden, I can't help but wonder what it is you want?" Looking at the ceiling, rocking his head from side to side, it looked like he wasn't certain. "Why the sudden interest in me? You made it abundantly clear two years ago that you preferred men to me."

I laughed as he, scratching his head, cast a puzzled look at me. "I've always thought you were a beautiful, intelligent, caring woman and cherished you as a friend. When we first met, I wasn't attracted to women. I was strictly homo. Then recently, I seemed to have had an epiphany and found you attractive—'had to have you' attractive." I snuggled closer to him and wrapped an arm over his lightly haired chest. "When did this happen? "I can't pinpoint a time, but it seemed to tie into the night we were at the Halloween party. Jan, did Ally put a spell on me? I've wondered about that since I found out the members of the Sisterhood were witches." "Only some of us are witches. Most are normal women doing good things working through Sisterhood charities. I specifically asked Alyson last night if she's put a spell on you and she avoided answering me. If she did, and you'd like, I'll have her reverse it." "Don't you dare. I'm in love with you and I love it. For the first time in my life, I don't feel like an outcast. I don't regret having been homosexual, but becoming so-called normal has lifted an imaginary weight off my shoulders. You asked what I want. Well, I just realized I want you. In my life…marriage and three kids—three little ladies all as pretty as you." I couldn't believe it. "That's what you want. Me, marriage and kids. Are you proposing?" He scratched his head again. "Hmm. I hadn't intended too, but yeah, I guess I am." I leaned over and kissed him. "A week ago, I would have been thrilled and immediately said 'yes', but just as you've changed, so have I. I do love you and I will take your proposal seriously, but now I'm a witch and you may soon be one too. How does that enter into the picket fence scenario?" My cell phone went off. "Hold on, while I answer the phone."

I reached into my purse, which sat on the floor next the bed and retrieved it. "Hello?" "Jan, where are you? I've been trying to get a hold of you." "Ally. I'm at Troy's house. I spent the night, and from what you said yesterday, you of all people, shouldn't be surprised." "I'm not, but something awful has happened." "Awful?" I felt my stomach knot up. "What? Tell me what's happened? "I just came from the hospital…from seeing Danielle." The knot in my stomach suddenly jumped up into my throat. "Oh, my Gods. What happened?" "Somebody beat her up. She's all right, but Jan…" I thought I detected a sniffle. "They took her…they took Eleesa." I sat up straight. "What? This is terrible!" "Jan, they got Rodrigo, too and I'm more worried about him. They have a use for Eleesa, but not Rodrigo." "Jesus Christ. We've got to do something and quick." Troy tugged at my arm, looking at me questioningly. I held up a finger, to hold him off. "I know. We need to go to Vegas. Go home. I'll meet you there in thirty minutes." Alyson hung up. "That girl I told you about. Someone has kidnapped her and her brother." I grasped Troy's hand. "Sweetheart, they beat up Danielle. She's in the hospital. Ally saw her and she's all right, but you need to go to her." An agonized countenance crossed his face. "What! Danny's in the hospital? I've got to go." He turned to jump off the bed but stopped. "What about you?" "I have to go to Las Vegas with Ally. We need to keep them from making Eleesa a prostitute and maybe save Rodrigo's life. I'll explain everything to you

later, but right now I need to get dressed and you need to take me back to my car." I swung my legs out of bed, rose and instantly wore low rise casual jeans and a lavender belly tee shirt with the words 'satisfaction guaranteed' across my breasts. Then I nodded and Troy was dressed. I joked. "As soon as you are initiated to serve Gaea, you won't need me to dress you anymore." "Very funny." Troy shook his head. "I know after last night I shouldn't be shocked, but I wonder if I'll ever get used to you doing that." "You will. Soon you'll be able…" I walked around the bed and kissed him. "I loved every minute of last night and this morning, but we need to go." I took his hand. "Shall we, lover?" "Lover? I like that." **** After raising the garage door, Troy, always the gentleman beat me to the passenger door and helped me into his SUV. I had to laugh when I looked in the back seat and noticed his Big Bird costume was there. "I saw that smile. I haven't had a chance to return it to the rental shop yet." "So I see. When's it due?" Troy inserted the key into the ignition, started the car, put it in reverse and twisted around to back out. "Tomorrow." Once he hit the street and started to drive, he shot me a serious look. "Okay, tell me what you know." I explained how Danielle was supposed to take Eleesa to the shelter and the little bit I knew and was able to put together from my short conversation with Alyson. Waiting for a light, I stared out the window. We were on Sunset at Vine— about halfway to Sammy G's. "Where are you and Ally going?" "I'm not sure. We think they might have been taken to a strip joint called the Pink Cockpit or a brothel a seventy miles west of Vegas called Bootys

He pulled into Sammy G's half-full parking lot and stopped astride my S2000. I got out and held the door open as I leaned down. "I've got to go now, but when I get back, we'll talk about this." As I started to close the door, he yelled, "You're not going to be a whore are you?" "No, but Hazel might." I shut the door and walked to my vehicle.

Chapter Eleven – Pink Cockpit

As soon as I drove into my garage, Alyson pulled up in her flashy Jag. Rushing through the still open garage door, she followed me into the house. Twenty minutes later, I loaded my bag in the trunk alongside hers and we took off. Alyson took Interstate 101 to I-10 then followed it to the I-15 interstate where she headed north toward Vegas. We'd driven about forty miles in somber silence. My mind spun faster than the ninety miles per hour Alyson drove. I kept rehashing the things that'd happened since I woke that morning. Finally, Alyson broke the silence by filling me in on what'd happened with Eleesa and Rodrigo. At least as she suspected it had. Danielle had gone to Rodrigo's apartment to pick him up and take him with Eleesa to the shelter as we'd planned. Only, Bass's men, apparently knowing where Eleesa's brother lived, waited for them. Having joined Danielle, the two were about to get into her Mustang, where Eleesa waited, when two burly men jumped them. Danielle and Rodrigo apparently put up a good fight since a couple of her fingernails were broken and she had skin or blood under some of them. She sustained worse than she gave though, suffering a cut lip, a broken nose, two very black eyes and a concussion. A Good Samaritan neighbor heard the commotion and came out just in time to see a black van driving away. He ran to Danielle and helped her into his apartment and called an ambulance. He did manage to get a partial on the license plate though—ASS16.

The more I thought about what happened, the angrier I got. I was in a black frame of mind and I suspected Alyson was too, so I forced myself to think about all the wonderful uplifting things that recently happened to me. When I remembered how I'd become a powerful white witch and how I was coming to love my sister witch and my newfound friend, Karenne, and how joyous she made me feel, my mood mellowed. And when I thought of Troy and his remarkable conversion from gay to straight and the amazing night and morning I'd had with him, I actually felt euphoric. His conversion? "You never answered my question Alyson. Did you put a spell on Troy? An elfin grin the width of Hollywood Blvd spread across her face. "I knew you'd ask that." She glanced over. "Is he complaining?" I got one of those goofy conspiracy smiles you get when you're trying to act serious. A half smile really that I knew I shouldn't have. "Well no. He seems pleased, but—" Ally threw back her head and laughed. "From that very pleased, satisfied, smug look on your face, I doubt if you're complaining either, are you?" I knew it. "So you did put a spell on him?" "Not really. Well sort of." She giggled. "I implanted the idea in his head when he kissed you at the party that he loves you and should be with you." "Ah, ha," I crowed, "you admit it. Don't you know you meddled in the natural order of things? Now, he's asked me to marry him." "Boy, it worked faster than I thought. I figured it'd take five or six weeks. What did you tell him?" "The truth. A week ago I would have jumped at the chance to marry him, but things have grown complicated now that I'm a witch and I have you and Karenne in my life." She straightened the car out after she'd run onto the shoulder. "So, does he know that?"

"Yes I told him. He doesn't care. He almost sounded jealous of me, saying you were a beautiful woman and if we ever made love he wouldn't mind watching us." "Really, maybe I could—" I cut her short, "Forget it. Stop meddling in my personal life. Just concentrate on your driving." "If you're so unhappy with what I've done, I can reverse it." I swallowed hard at that thought. "No, don't do that. Troy is happy, as he put it, being normal. Just let it ride at that and no more." Zipping along Interstate 15 in the smooth running Jaguar, we suddenly received a start, when out of nowhere a Nevada Hi-way Patrol cop pulled us over just past Stateline. After making the requisite calls to headquarters for warrants and so forth, the tall Latino sauntered up. He knocked on Alyson's window indicating she should lower it. I wondered what trick or magic she would perpetrate to get out of this. He nodded. "Good evening ladies." We nodded back. "In a hurry to get to Vegas are we? You are going to Vegas, aren't you?" "Yes officer, we're on our way to Vegas. Sorry, I wasn't keeping track of the speed. How fast was I going?" "Eighty-eight. The speed limit's seventy here. By all rights I should write you up, but I hate to start your trip with a ticket. Kind of takes the fun out of gambling, knowing you have a hundred-seventy dollar ticket facing you. So, I'm going to let you off with a warning. Use your cruise control, keep it under eighty and no one will bother you." He folded up his ticket tablet and turned to leave, when Alyson spoke, "Thanks Officer Carmona, but we're not going to Vegas to gamble." I guess she read a name tag I couldn't see, but I did see curiosity on his face when he turned back. "Why are you going then?"

"We're not sure yet. We may become dancers." "Ah, you're certainly pretty enough. In one of the Cirque shows?" "No, a nude cabaret called, Pink Cockpit. We think there's an illegal prostitution ring operating out of there. You'll have to come and see us." He laughed. "Boy would I like that, but I don't think my fiancée would like it. In case you get in trouble." He handed me a card. "You can reach me here." He saluted goodbye. "Good luck." And walked back to his car. He got in his car, started it and pulled around us before we moved. "Why did you tell him that?" I asked earnestly. "You know, I'm not sure. We may need a police contact. You never know." "Well, this is embarrassing enough without advertising it. Let's get going." **** It was about eleven-thirty when we pulled into Vegas. I suggested we get a room and freshen up, but Alyson thought we should check out the Pink Cockpit first. Having located it on her GPS unit, we pulled into the parking lot about midnight. It was located in an industrial area west of the strip. I looked the building over. It was garishly lit including a neon replica of a nude woman and more signs around the building flashing the word 'nude'. "Hmmm. I wonder what this place is?" said Alyson, facetiously. Equally sarcastic, I answered, "Pink Cockpit? I have no idea. Maybe it's a hangout for lady airline pilots." Alyson snickered. "I think Hazel and Jade should go in and see?" We morphed into our dark side, laughed wickedly and got out of the car. We started to sashay sexily toward the entrance when a couple of guys ambled through the front door. One of them whispered to the other as they looked us over. The better looking one said, "Looks like we're leaving at the wrong time, Chuck. Are you fine looking ladies looking for some company?" They stopped right in front of us, looking us up and down, hungrily.

Alyson entered my mind. I have a feeling they're vice undercover. We might be able to use them. Should I? Go for it. I responded. "Maybe. What'cha fellas have in mind?" reprising her southern belle drawl The same guy spoke, undressing me with his gaze as he did, "We'll buy you ladies a few drinks to loosen up your inhibitions, then take you back to our hotel room for a wild orgy." "Orgy?" I said, "Sounds promising sweetheart, but you have it a little backwards. It's cash that loosens what little inhibitions we have, not booze." "I thought so. How much?" Jade jumped in. "We don't discuss the finer details of business in a parking lot. First we want the drinks you promised." The other guy, Chuck finally spoke, "Okay, we'll buy you a couple rounds at the hotel lounge. Right Larry?" "Yeah, right." "No, we're here and we want to go inside," I insisted. "They don't even serve alcohol in there," Larry protested. "Time's a wasting fellas. That's why I have a pint of vodka in my purse." I took Larry's arm and said, "Should we?" The inside was almost as garish as the outside. The predominant colors were red and pink with accents in purple and yellow. The entrance opened into a large rectangular room. A husky bouncer sat on a stool by the entrance collecting cover charges. Women were free and since Larry and Chuck had been in previously, they didn't have to pay a second time. The bar was located to the left and behind the bouncer. The raised stage was straight ahead with a ten by twenty runway jutting into the customer area. Chairs lined the runway and tables sat beyond on each side. Half round cushy booths lined the far right wall. As I glanced around I estimated about thirty patrons were spread around with roughly a dozen viewing the action from the chairs adjacent to the runway,

Two mildly attractive naked women with decent bodies were on stage. One swung around (poorly) on the requisite dance pole to a song called, Sex is not the Enemy, while the second, sat on the stage legs spread in front of a customer as he inserted a green (twenty five dollar) chip inside her cunt. Even as Hazel, I wasn't too keen on working in such a low-life environment. As we moved to the right to an empty booth, I kept looking at the guy with the green chips. Alyson, I think Roger is at the runway, shoving casino chips into that girl's snatch. Yeah, I made him too. As soon as we get situated, I'll go see him. In the booth, our server, an Asian girl, naked except for a thong, gave Alyson and I dirty look as if we were cutting into her action. We all ordered Pink Cockpit pink lemonade and she turned in a huff and hi-tailed it to the bar. When she brought the six-dollar-a-glass lemonade back, Larry gave her thirty and told her to keep the change, which seemed to mollify her. I added a shot of vodka to each glass as Alyson began to speak, "We figure you guys are cops looking to bust us for prostitution. Am I wrong?" Both Larry and Chuck turned red. Larry asked, "If you suspected we were cops why did you bother with us?" "Because we're after bigger fish and a couple of cops can help. Are you guys in?" Chuck set his drink down. "Tell us more." "We have reason to believe the Pink Cockpit is a distribution point for a white slavery prostitution ring." Apparently, I had their interest. Larry leaned closer. "Can you be more specific?" Alyson glanced at me. "Hazel, you explain it to them while I round up Roger." I nodded and she scooted out of the booth and headed toward the runway. "Jade will be right back. She's going to bring back corroboration to what I'm about to tell you."

**** "Hello Baby. You get around, don't you?" Roger turned slowly and when he recognized me, grinned so wide, I could see portions of his dinner between his stained teeth. "Jade. What the fuck are you doing here?" The naked girl on the stage flashed me a dirty look as she closed her legs, got up and left. "Hazel and I come up here sometimes for some action with high rollers." "Hazel's here, too? You wanna have anoth…" He turned to look around and spotted Hazel, who waved to him. "You already have Johns? Why'dya come over here?" I cupped my hands, rested them on his shoulder and leaned forward so I could whisper. "These guys only bought an hour and I wanted to see if you were recovered enough from our monumental liaison for round two. How about it? Is your wicked widget rested?" Roger's face went blank. Continuing to whisper, I said, "You want to go see Hazel?" He nodded several times. "Ah, huh." "Good, stand up and take my hand." Roger abruptly stood and reached around for my hand, knocking his chair over in the effort. I reached down and picked the chair up, grabbing his hand in the same motion. "Are you all right Roger?" a Willie Nelson look alike busybody, two chairs over, asked. I glared at the old fart. "Sure he is. Tell him who I am and what I do to you, Honey." Without looking at the geezer, he spoke. "This is my friend Jade. She and Hazel suck my cock and fuck my socks off." I pulled slightly on his hand. "C'mon handsome, let's go see Hazel."

I nodded to the geezer and started humming On the Road Again, as we turned and headed for the booth. "Slide over will you, Larry." Larry slid in toward Hazel, making room for us. I whispered, "You first." and Roger slid in next to Larry. Larry set something in Hazel's lap. With my special hearing, I heard him whisper, "This is a recorder. Keep it going and out of sight." I snuggled in. "Chuck, Larry, this is our friend Roger." Larry, sitting next to Roger, shook his limp hand. "Nice to meet you, Roger. Chuck across the table waved and said, "Same here, pal." Roger, staring straight ahead said, "Nice to meet you, same here, pal." "Hi Roger," Greeted Hazel. "Hi Hazel. You going to suck my cock off after you fuck Larry and Chuck's socks off?"

Chapter Twelve - Bootys

I felt Larry and Chuck's gaze shift to me. Even though I didn't know these guys, I was mortified. "Maybe, tell Larry and Chuck about the bus." Roger looked confused, then his face lit up as he smiled. "Oh, you mean Dinner and a Doll. It's too late for that. The bus leaves at four-thirty in the afternoon." For the first time Roger seemed a little animated. "Why would you guys want to go there? You've got the best whores in the business, right beside you. What ever they're charging you, they're worth every cent, maybe more." Jade chimed in, "Roger darling. What the gentlemen are interested in is some underage, barely out of puberty, poontang. Maybe even a cherry, if they have it." "Oh, yeah, they have that. I think one is twelve or thirteen but she's not a virgin anymore. Took one there today that's fourteen and a virgin. Pretty, little thing too. She'll cost though—fifteen grand." Chuck spilled what was left of his lemonade. "Fifteen grand! That's hi-way fucking robbery. Where is this place, anyway?" "Just across the border in Nye County." Larry and Chuck looked at each other and shrugged. "Hazel, can Larry and I have a word with you in private?" Hmmm. What's this about? I nodded and followed Chuck out of the booth, with Larry trailing behind me. "I'll be back in a minute Jade." She smiled. "Roger and I will be waiting."

We stepped just outside the entrance and Chuck turned to me. "Sorry, but this whorehouse you're talking about is out of our jurisdiction. You need the Nye County Sheriffs Dept or maybe the state police." "You mean like the Highway Patrol." He nodded, "Yes, they would have jurisdiction. You can keep the tape recorder as evidence. I'm sure you wouldn't want a jury to hear the references to your and Roger's sex acts though." "Yeah, well it didn't happen the way he remembers." Larry smiled. "He's hypnotized isn't he?" "Yes." "We've got to get going. Hope you get what you're after. Good luck, and remember, anything that happens in Clark County, we're your boys. Just call Metro and ask for Larry Clark." Larry handed me a card and dipped his head goodbye. They turned and walked away, Chuck waved without turning. Jade's eyes narrowed as I returned and slid into the booth alone. "Where'd they go?" "Home to their wives." We need to talk. Jade put her hand on Roger's shoulder. "Roger, baby, with all that beer you've been drinking, I'll bet you have to go to the restroom." Roger's head jerked back and eyes expanded as if he just remembered something. "Can you let me out Jade? I have to piss something fierce." Jade smiled, slid sideways and stood. "Sure, sweetie, Take your time, but make sure you come right back to us." After Roger left, Jade asked, "What's up?" "Since Bootys is in another county they have no jurisdiction." "Shit. I forgot. What now." "I guess we're on our own unless we want to go to the Nye County Sheriff or the state police. If we do that, we have to be careful because Eleesa is undocumented."

Jade waved a hand dismissively. "Phfft. That's the least of our worries." She brought her hand back and slowly opened it as a magician would, and between her fingers was on official looking card. "What's that?" Ally held up the card and raised a single eyebrow. "A green card for Eleesa." She opened her purse, dropped it in, searched around for something and pulled out a business card. "Ahh, here it is." "What?" "Officer Carmona's card." Reaching back in her purse she retrieved, flipped open the cover and dialed her cell phone. "Who are you calling?" She looked the card over. "Officer Juan Carmona." She rested her head against her fist, card in hand. "He was rather good looking. Didn't you—" An angry voice broke in. "Christ! This better be good?" "Juan? I mean Officer Carmona. This is Alyson Adams. We met today on the way to Vegas. You stopped me for speeding." "That was yesterday. It's after midnight." "Yes, I know what time it is and that was yesterday. I'm sorry to disturb you, but something important has come up and we need help." "Lady, my fiancée and I were just…and now you spoiled the mood." "I said I was sorry. Now calm down and listen. If you want to go back to your love making after you hear what I have to say, fine." Ally took a deep breath and went on. A friend of ours and his fourteen year old sister were kidnapped yesterday in Hollywood. We're positive they were taken to a brothel in Nye County called Bootys. We're afraid they mean to kill him if they haven't already, and the girl…" Alyson paused, a tear in her eye and glanced at me. I smiled and gave her a nod for confidence before she continued, "is scheduled to become a prostitute. What's more, we know they have a stable of women, some underage, who were forced into prostitution against their will." Hopefully, she asked, "Are you with us?"

"How do you know all this?" She sighed. "Let's just say we have inside information." "All right. I'll come, but this better be for real, cause if it isn't, that ticket is nothing compared to what I'll do to you." "Good, if we find out anything else we'll call. My number is 555-213-0287 in case you need me. We'll see you at Bootys." "What about Bootys?" Simultaneously we looked up. Roger was standing there ominously, flexing his fists. Without missing a beat, Jade handled the awkward situation. She rose and, taking his arm, snuggled next to him. "Oh, baby, I'm so glad you're back. We need to go to Bootys. Juanita, a friend of ours, who's tired of hustling the streets, is thinking of going to work there. We're supposed to meet her there. Besides, I always wondered what a whorehouse was like. Seems like it would be fun. You're coming right?" "Uh huh." "Good. Let's go. Hazel?" I scooted out of the booth and as we neared the entrance a nearly naked, slightly above average looking girl, with flattened drooping boobs, ran up to us. "You're not leaving yet are you Roger. I haven't given you your special treat yet." "Oh, the blow job," Roger blurted and the girl turned red. "Sorry, I've gotta go. I'll take a rain-check though. Partly recovering from the humiliation, she smiled coyly and said, "Raincheck, that's funny. Roger, you are so clever. I'll keep my eyes peeled and lips parted." She giggled. "You do that. Show me that pussy again, Rox." She pulled down her bikini panties and after Roger ran his forefinger between her folds, up her pussy and put it in his mouth, he turned and put an arm around each of us. "Shall we go to the house of pleasure?"

Pleasure? Really, pleasure for you maybe, but house of despair for the girls. In the parking lot Roger asked, "Are we going together?" "Sure, What are you driving, baby?" "This Dodge van." We were standing beside it. A big black van with four rows of seats. Perfect if we need to get the girls out of there. A little of the eternally effervescent Alyson snuck through Jade's vampy persona. "That's great we'll take that and spread out. It'll be like a party. You drive, honey. Hazel, you take shotgun and keep Roger baby, company while I get in back and call Juanita." Once we were all in the van Roger took off for Bootys. Exiting the freeway at Blue Diamond Road, I asked Roger, "How far, Roger?" He swung his head sideways to answer my question. "About sixty miles." "I heard what you said in the bar. Can underage girls be prostitutes?" I asked. He shook his head earnestly. "Hell no. They're supposed to be eighteen." I continued, "Then, isn't your boss worried about getting caught with underage girls?" "Naw. He pays off the Sheriffs Office and the Health Department." Good thing we didn't go to the Sheriff's Department. You have the recorder going don't you? Without turning, I raised my left hand, flashing thumb up. Good. I just spoke with Juan and filled him in. Sounds like he's about twenty minutes behind us. Keep asking him incriminating questions. "Tell me more about the operation, Sweetheart." "Why not. Maybe you, I and Jade could start our own little bordello. Bootys is one of three Cathouses owned by my boss." "Who's your boss?"

"Simon Bass. He's a big time movie producer. He's got his hands in all kinds of sex stuff. He owns the Galaxy Hotel in Vegas and you should see what goes on there." Alyson reached over the seat and put a hand on his shoulder. "I'll bet. Tell me more about the women at Bootys?" "There's about Fourteen 'ladies in waiting there.'" He laughed. "What's so funny?" "You know 'ladies in waiting,' like in those sword fighting movies. Only deese ladies is waiting to get there cunts stuffed. Funny thing is only about six of dem bitches are there voluntarily." I didn't have to pretend to be shocked. "Cunts?" "Sorry. Present company excepted, I don't have much use for Putas. This guy's a bona-fide slimeball. Alyson's thought mirrored my own. "If they don't want to be there, why do they stay?" I cracked the window a little. He laughed louder and stronger. "Oh, they'd love to leave all right. But they can't. They're here illegally, seventy miles from anyone they know. They're stuck in the life of slime they deserve." "Why, what'd they do?" "They came here illegally." I couldn't help it. "Seeking a better life. They don't deserve this." "What's with you? You're a whore, you don't seem to mind." "Ummm." How do I answer that? Tell him you were sexually abused as a girl. "I was sexually abused when I was young. It's really all I know." "Sorry, that's awful." Seemingly with nothing more to say, we drove in silence until we came to a town, casinos and all. "What's this?"

"Pahrump. It's a town of maybe twenty-thousand. Bootys is just north of here on 160. I'd say seven or eight minutes. Jade moved to the seat behind Roger. "How many of the girls at Bootys are under-aged." "Five. Six counting the one I brought there today." "And your boss, Simon Bass, knows they're there?" "Ah, huh. It's his idea. He says lots of guys ask for them." She continued. "You mentioned other two other houses. Where are they?" "One's north of Vegas right on the county line. They cater mostly to fly boys from Nellis." "Nellis?" We both asked simultaneously. "Nellis Air Force Base. It's on the north end of Vegas. The other house is east of Reno in Storey County. I don't know they're legit or not." I had to shake my head. Legitimate bordellos, now there's an idea. "Your boss. Does he go to Bootys?" I asked. "Uh, huh." Roger laughed. "I have a feeling he's one of the guys asking for the young-ins." Roger turned the van up a dirt road by a sign with flashing red lights that read 'Bootys – serving them any way you want.' It was pitch black except for the headlights and the starkness of the artificial light meeting the dark edge. "Ah, here we are." Up ahead, we could see a well-lit building setting in front of a two dimly lit out buildings and mobile homes. It was late, perhaps four a.m. but around five cars and trucks littered the dusty parking lot. So, this is a whorehouse. Poor girls. Yeah, What a life. Roger pulled into the right side of the main building. "It don't look like much from out here, but it's really nice inside. You'll see. We'll go in the back entrance. Shall we?" His grin was sloppy as he all but leered at Jade in the rearview mirror.

Jade put her hand on his shoulder. "Sure, but let's wait for Juanita to get here and while we're waiting I have a whorehouse funny for you." "Let's hear it." "Two elderly gentlemen, who'd gone without sex for years, figured high time they visit a cat-house. When they arrived, the madam took one look at them and decided instead of using her busy flesh and blood ladies on the old codgers, she'd substitute 'blow-up dolls.' Placing a dolls in each man's room, she led them to their rooms and left them to their business "When the men had finished and started for home, they got to talking. One man said, 'I think my gal was dead. She never moved a lick, talked or even groaned…what about you?' "The other man replied. 'I think my whore was really a witch.'" I almost swallowed my gum when she said that. I snuck a glance at Roger but he was waiting expectantly for the punch line. Then I turned further and glimpsed Jade smiling. When she noticed me looking she winked, the continued. "'How's that?' The first man asked. "'Well,' answered the second man. 'All I did was nibble on her breast…and she jumped up and flew out the window!'" While I merely smiled, Roger must've thought the joke was hilarious because he laughed uproariously, even wheezing and choking at one point. When he'd calmed down, Jade spoke soothingly, "Tell me, baby, where do the girls stay?" "The bouncer stays in the main building so he's always there in case there's any trouble. The madam and her assistant live in the smaller house, the legal whores live in the bigger house and the Mexicans and Asians live in the trailers." I decided to ask a question, "Roger, how does this work? How many girls are on duty and when do they sleep?"

"Unless they're sick, all girls are on call if it gets busy." He seemed all business now, and the cavalier attitude he had about these women's lives made me boil. "During slow time, like now, only one sometimes two hostesses stay up in case a straggler or two show. During normal hours three maybe four girls have floor time and from about six p.m. to two a.m., at least seven hostesses entertain customers and if they can't keep up, reinforcements are called in." "What do they wear, baby?" Jade asked. "That depends. The legit whores are out to make money and dress sexy, wearing as little as possible. One wears a skimpy bikini, a couple wear see through baby dolls, another wears lacy panties with no bra, and the other wears sexy nylons and a garter belt." "And the illegals?" He chuckled, "They wear as much as management will allow. Baby dolls with a bra or solid robes with nothing underneath." "Thank you, Roger. That'll be all for now." She placed her hand softly on his neck. "Now, I want you to sleep, but still hear and answer any questions I ask you." Roger's head flopped to the side. She flipped her cell phone open and dialed. "Juan, this is Alyson. We're here. It's about seven miles north of Pahrump. You'll see a sign with flashing lights. Turn off there." "Okay. That's great. We're going to nose around until you get here." Jade closed her phone and opened the van door. "He's just south of Pahrump. He should be here in fifteen minutes. Let's look around." We both opened our doors, but before we could slip out, a large shape emerged from the front door of the main building and appeared to be looking around. The bouncer? Yeah I think so. Hurriedly, but surreptitiously I closed my door as did Jade. I hope he didn't see the light.

He did, he's headed over here. "Roger, Wake up." Roger straightened his head and opened his eyes. "Hmm. I seem to keep dozing off." "Hell Roger it's four-thirty in the morning. You've had a half dozen beers and just drove seventy miles. I'd be tired too," Jade reassured him. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Hope I can stay awake enough to fuck you girls. You still want to, don't you?" "Sure, same everyday low price." Jade jested. The light came on as the driver's door creaked open. "Thought it was you, Rog. I saw ya pull in. What brings you back…? Hmmm. What have we here?" It was the bouncer. All six-nine, two hundred seventy pounds of him. "Hey, Bruiser. How's it going? This is Hazel and the gal in the back is Jade. Best fucks money can buy." Bruiser, mouth open and tongue sashaying back and forth, eyed me from top to bottom. "I can see that. Ola Girls." "Hi," we answered, both a little apprehensive. "What brings you girls here?" Though we both started to answer, Roger beat us to it, "They's both whores but they ain't nevah seen a whorehouse. Funny, huh?" He snickered. "Plus they want to suck me and fuck my socks off. Hey, Bruiser. How 'bout you? We could make it a foursome, have an orgy." Jade interrupted. "Whoa, tiger. You can barely stay awake and don't forget, we're doms. We take what we want and give you what we feel like giving you. I'm sure Bruiser wouldn't be interested in that." Oh, oh. As Jade spoke, the corners of Bruiser's mouth curved upward forming an ear to ear grin. "I would love to have Hazel, here take what she wants and give me what she feels like. Hazel baby, you're so hot, you could pee in my face just so I could see where it came from." He laughed and so did Roger.

I was disgusted. What could I do? This guy was bigger than Jade and I combined and he wanted to be my submissive. Sure, I had my magic. We both did, but we certainly didn't want to reveal anything we didn't have to. Especially to keep from doing what we claimed to do. Still laughing, he shut Roger's door and headed around the front of the car. "C'mon little lady." He opened the passenger door and grabbed my hand. "I can't wait to see what dreamy humiliations you have planned for me."

Chapter Thirteen – Rescue

I was trapped, but Jade didn't seem to be too worried. Roger got out too and opened Jades door mimicking what Bruiser had done to me, but she resisted. She rubbed Roger's cheek and said, "You go ahead with Hazel and Bruiser and get started, Babydoll. I need to call Juanita and let her know what we'll be up to, so she won't worry about us when she gets here. Ooh, she'll be so jealous." Bruiser stopped in his tracks and turned around. "Who's Juanita?" Roger had left Jade and joined Bruiser and I. "Don't worry Bru," he said. "She's just another whore friend of Jade and Hazel, looking to get legal. She's coming to check out Bootys." "Have you met her?" "No, but Jade says she's a gorgeous Latino." "As gorgeous as the little thing you brought today?" Bruiser smirked. "I gotta see this." **** What am I going to do, Jade? I don't know how to be a dom. Looks like he knows something about being a submissive. Just go with the flow. Maybe you could handcuff him and hypnotize him. I'll try, but don't be surprised if I need your help. Bruiser led me through the front door of Bootys. I made a quick examination of the place. The walls were raspberry colored, ubiquitously lined with retro paintings of fleshy, nude women. The floor had a reddish brown faux travertine

tile in traffic areas and crimson short shag carpet elsewhere. An untended wet bar with six stools set in the far corner. Two, reasonably attractive, nearly nude, ladies of the night, a blonde and an African American were sitting on one of the four eighteenth century, French style davenports, playing cards. As we entered, they looked up, apparently anticipating a john or two, since obvious disappointment flashed across their faces. Bruiser pausing briefly in their vicinity, made a brief introduction, "Hazel, this is Tiffany and Angel." I gave them a nod. They nodded back just before he continued, leading me down a poorly lit hallway and through a door on the left. The room was large, maybe fourteen by sixteen. While a king sized bed, complete with ankle/wrist restraints and two nightstands rested against a mirrored wall, the opposite wall contained panoply of bondage and submission paraphernalia—wrist and ankle cuffs on chains, collars chained to the wall, whips, floggers and switches. Bruiser opened the drawer of a nightstand, pulled out a submission collar and placed it around his neck. "Do you want me to get undressed?" "Just take off your shirt, shoes and socks for now." I tried to put myself in charge. Maybe when I'm three hundred years old I'd be as comfortable with this as Jade. I pulled the drawer open and examined the contents. Hmmm, An assortment of gags, blindfolds and sex toys. "Now what?" I looked over and was both shocked and aroused. Bruiser was naked supporting a substantial erection. Unlike Roger, Bruiser was well built and attractive. I had trouble concentrating—trouble looking away from his bulging nakedness. A tingly sensation coursed through me terminating in my suddenly warm vagina. I/Hazel wanted some Bruiser dick, which made me wonder if the effects of the initiation were still with me. My eyes narrowed and my nostrils flared. "You disobeyed me." His gaze lowered. "Sorry Mistress."

Bruiser was a large man and so was his upright prick. Though Hazel wanted his shaft inside me, I was determined not to let it happen. I was however, not above extracting a little enjoyment from our situation. "I…I thou—" "I don't care what you thought. You have been a very bad boy and must be punished. Get on the bed. On your knees." "Yes, Mistress." He mounted the bed and looked up expectantly. "What now." Let him stew I decided to blindfold him first so he wouldn't know what was coming. After his eyes were covered, I perused the drawer once more and grabbed two things. After installing the penis gag in his mouth and securing the head straps tight, I took the paddle and smacked his behind smartly. "Uuuh," he tried to yell through the gag, but it came out muffled and unintelligible. His taut buns were red from the ten swats I gave him. "Turn over and attach the ankle restraints and one wrist cuff." He nodded and did what I asked. As I affixed the other cuff, a chill ran through me when I saw the door easing open. Thank gods, it was Jade. Where's Roger? Beddy bye. What are you and…Oh my. Look at that magnificent rod. I would like to sample…but we need to get going. Officer Carmona is here and he's nosing around the trailers. Have you hypnotized him yet? No. Do I need to? He's bound and gagged. Yeah but he's a big guy. He might get loose if we leave him. I have an idea. I'll hypnotize him. You go out and get the prostitute and bring her back here. Which one? There's two. There's only one now. Why do you want her? She can keep him occupied while we look for Eleesa and Rodrigo.

I nodded and went back to the main room. Just the African American girl, Angel was there, reading a sexy book about orgies. "What happened to Tiffany?" She looked up indifferently, from her book. "Occupied. Some drunken john wandered in here a couple minutes ago and took Tiffany in back. Why?" "Want to have some fun?" "Like what?" "We have Bruiser trussed up in the kink room and Jade and I have to leave." "I thought Jade was with Roger." "She was but Roger zonked out. Anyway we thought you might want to…you know, get a kick out of playing around with him." She put the book down and stood up. "Would I, This book has me wound up and I have a thing for Bruiser anyway. Let's go." Angel hurried down the hall and into the room. By the time I'd caught up, Jade was just getting off of Bruiser and Angel was getting onto the bed. Angel pulled her lacy panties off and lifted her leg over bruiser's male pride. Straddling him, she eased his oversized shaft into her pussy. "Is that you Hazel?" "No, as part of your punishment, Angel is going to fuck you." Bruiser's lips formed a smile. "Hazel, you are good. How did you know I dreamed of fucking that hot black bitch?" "Hot black bitch, huh? Well, this hot black bitch has been creaming at the thought of fucking you, too. And guess who's in charge?" Angel looked over at me and grinned. "This is cool, thanks." "You're welcome. Take good care of him." I guess she'll keep him occupied. Let's go find Eleesa. **** We rushed outside, changed back into ourselves and found Juan, loading all the illegal prostitutes into Roger's van. "What's going on? I asked." "I'm getting them out of the mobile home for now. It's too dangerous."

Alyson came up beside me. "What do you mean?" "The trailer was booby trapped. I went to open the door and something stung me right here on the neck. I tried again and something stung me again. Then I swear, I'm not making this up. I heard giggling and suddenly my badge came off my shirt and went flying. I mean it literally flew away from me and landed under the trailer. It's a good thing it did too, cause if it hadn't," he pointed his thumb over his shoulder toward the van behind him, "me and the girls would be crispy critters. The propane tank under the trailer was wired to explode if the door was opened without pressing the correct combination on the alarm system. It was a miracle." Balderdash. It was a couple faeries. Jan, have you seen Karenne? No, haven't seen Kimberly either? Kimberly, Karenne, are you around? Yes, mistress? Did you and Kimberly jab your sharp fingernails into Officer Carmona's neck. Ah-huh. Good for you. You're both heroes. Our faeries must have been ecstatic, because they flew out from under the trailer and started doing a series of flying gymnastics, while flashing the rainbow on their tiny wings. We must have been staring into the air watching their antics because Juan asked, "What are you looking at?" "Sorry, you were saying?" "I said, I disconnected the wire then called the Captain for backup. You were right, this is a snake pit." I noticed Alyson slip away and get into the van. "All of those women, half of them are under eighteen, were brought here against their will and forced to be prostitutes. As soon as reinforcements arrive. We're going to take the whole batch in and sort things out at the station."

Jan, I found Rodrigo and Eleesa's friend Maria. She's still alive, but Eleesa's not here. Where is she? Just a second. I'll ask Rodrigo. A brief moment passed until Alyson was back. He doesn't know, but Maria said the bad old man came and took her from the trailer about two hours ago. Jan, I think she means Simon Bass. Just a second, I'll show her a picture. She says it's him. Maria said he's the one who took her virginity. But where are they? Let's search every room in these buildings. Alyson came out of the van and ran up to Juan. "C'mon we need you. The girl we came after isn't in there, and we need to search every nock and cranny in this complex to find her. About then, four Nevada Highway Patrol cruisers pulled up silently with lights flashing, two policemen exiting each vehicle. Officer Juan Carmona rushed over and talked to his boss, after which all nine policemen headed into Bootys with haste. Alyson and I watched as the policemen brought the employees and clients out one by one, cuffed them, ensconcing them in the back seats of the cruisers. When two of the cars were full, they took off for headquarters. The remaining detainees sat on the ground in the parking lot. No Simon Bass, no Eleesa. Twenty minutes later, a paddy wagon pulled into the parking lot. In no time, it was loaded from the parking lot and the illegals in the van, and headed for headquarters, while Juan and three fellow officers continued to search the grounds and buildings. After another thirty minutes, Jaun came back to us. "We have searched everywhere." He chuckled. "Other then the people we found and took to headquarters, the only living things we discovered were an old mongrel dog and a dozen chickens in a makeshift chicken coop. I'm ninety-nine percent sure that

we got everyone who was here." He stuck his arms outward as if to emphasize what he'd said. "My fellow officers and I are headed to the station. You'll have to come down there too, to make a statement. Can I count on you to come in voluntarily? Otherwise, I'll have to take you in my car." Alyson put hands on her hips. "You're playing hard ball aren't you? Where is this place?" "Sorry, I have to. You are witnesses and we don't want any guilty parties to walk. Headquarters is in Las Vegas, just west of the Strip." "Our girl is still missing. We need to check something out first. Write down the address and we'll be there before noon." I smiled when a rooster crowed. I glanced eastward, and sure enough, a sliver of light silhouetted the mountains, indicating a new day was dawning. Juan took a pocket size spiral notebook from his pocket, opened the flap and scribbled the address and phone number. He ripped out the slip and handed it to Alyson. With a serious look on his face, he admonished us, "All right. Here's the key to the van which I took from the guy we found inside, asleep. Don't make me come looking for you now." "Don't worry. We'll be there." "Thanks." He winked and shook our hands. "This'll look real good on my record." I grinned. "Give me a hug, you big lug." He smiled, hugged us both and walked back to his car. **** On the way back to Vegas, I asked Alyson. "Where are we going?" "We're going back to Vegas, to the Galaxy Hotel. But first…" Without warning, Alyson swung into the parking lot of the Saddle West Casino. "What're you doing?" "I just realized we haven't eaten all day. I don't know about you, but all of a sudden, I'm famished."

As if on cue, my stomach rumbled. I hadn't realized how hungry I was, either—or tired. Too much adrenalin? Maybe, but with the excitement behind us, my stomach was letting me know I hadn't eaten since Troy served me breakfast in bed, almost twenty-four hours ago. It was fairly light now, and as we looked for a parking spot, I saw about a dozen cars, probably employee's, parked at the far north end. As we pulled up near the casino entrance drops of rain began to fall on the windshield. Alyson grabbed her purse and opened the door. "Let's hurry before it starts raining harder." I opened my door and jumped out. We ran toward a large portico. Arriving, we laughed and hugged. Then as if we both realized our work wasn't done, we sobered, took each others hand and entered the casino. Not surprising, at six a.m. the casino was dead. Only one Black Jack table was open with a couple patrons and perhaps a half dozen slots were in play. They don't call it the graveyard shift for nothing, came to me from my sister witch as we headed for the equally dead Silver Spur Café. We took a booth—there was no one to seat us—and a grumpy looking waitress, whose name tag read 'Betty', came over and handed us menus. "Coffee?" she asked. I noticed a happy face on her badge and stifled a giggle at the irony of this dour person wearing a smiley. "Yes, and ham and eggs, scrambled." I handed the menu back to her." But instead of pancakes, can I get an English muffin?" "I guess." She took my menu and turned to Alyson, who was still searching hers. "I'll have coffee…and the strawberry delight Belgian waffle. I'd like a glass of orange juice too." Betty took the menus and turned, but frowned as I added, "I'll have orange juice also." Her lips pressed tight, but she just nodded and left, whereupon I excused myself to visit the ladies room.

When I slid back into the booth, Alyson was obviously excited. "I just talked to Juan. He said that the officer driving the patty wagon called him because he couldn't speak Spanish and that a little girl—that's what he called her—was frantically trying to tell him something. It was Maria. The driver handed the phone to her and she told Juan some extremely interesting things. Jan, I think we're going to nail Simon Bass." Alyson dug into her purse and pulled out a business card. As she dialed her cell phone, I blurted, "Ally, are you going to tell me, or what?" "I will but we have to—"Detective Clark?" "Sorry to wake you, but you said to call you if we ever needed help in Clark County." I was spellbound by the story Alyson recited to police detective. After she finished and hung up, we hurriedly ate our breakfast and in minutes were heading back to Vegas to meet the detectives at the Galaxy Hotel and Casino.

Chapter Fourteen – Cherry Pickers

After a short fifty-minute drive that seemed like hours, we pulled into the valet parking of the elegant Galaxy Hotel. It was a beautiful autumn morning in Las Vegas, temperature in the high sixties and the cloud cover from the earlier shower had given way to bright sunshine. Entering the Stratosphere Coffee Shop, we located Detective Clark and his partner Chuck sitting in a booth—each with a cup of coffee. We smiled and waved as we headed toward them, but they ignored us. As we drew closer Alyson took my arm. We screwed up. Our detectives are expecting Hazel and Jade. Nothing we can do now. We'll just have to wing it. When we reached the booth, Alyson, in her normal English accented voice introduced us. "Hi, I'm Alyson Adams and this is my friend January James." We each offered our hands and they shook them. "Pleased, I'm sure. I'm Detective Charles Thomas and this is my associate, Detective Lawrence Clark." "May we sit?" Alyson asked. Detective Clark scooted over to the middle of the circular booth. "Please do, but we're expecting someone." Alyson slid into the booth, leaving room for me to follow. "Yes of course, that's why we're here. Hazel and Jade couldn't make it." Confusion colored their faces. Larry lowered his coffee cup. "What? I spoke to Jade a little over an hour ago and she said specifically they would meet us here."

I took the end seat of the booth and laid a hand on Alyson's arm. "Yes, we know. I was Hazel and Alyson was Jade. You might say we were undercover." Detectives Thomas and Clark, in tandem, let their eyebrows rise as their mouths dropped open. A flush of understanding and admiration seemed to cross their faces. "So this is the real you and Jade? You certainly had us fooled." Larry stated. Alyson responded. "Yes it's us. We have a trick or two up our sleeves. Can we get down to business? Did you get the search warrant?" Detective Thomas, about to take a sip of coffee, paused. "Not yet. Our boss, Lieutenant Grierson, is securing the warrant. He will bring it as soon as he gets it and will lead the search." "Do we even need the search warrant," I asked, "Isn't there probable cause?" "This is a big fish with a bevy of hi-powered attorneys. Probable cause probably would work based upon what Alyson told me, but evidence obtained with a warrant would be ironclad." "Do you even know where he is?" "We're assuming he'll be in the penthouse at the top of the high rise. It's where he stays, but don't worry, the warrant will cover anything we find suspicious in the entire hotel." "Well, that's reassuring. Jan and I are going to nose around, if that's okay. You have my cell number. Call me when you're about to begin the search." Detective Clark didn't look too pleased. "All right, but don't be obvious and if you spot anything, let us know. Don't try to be heroes. At Alyson's urging, I slid out and we headed toward the restaurant entrance. Abruptly, she put her hands around my elbow. Jan, that's him. I followed her nod to a large booth where Simon Bass sat, eating breakfast, restaurant personnel buzzing around him as if he were royalty. I looked at her. "We need to tell Larry and Chuck." "You're right. Let's go."

As we headed back to the detectives, I heard Alyson's cellphone ring. Retrieving the phone from her purse, she flipped the phone open and answered. "Hello." "Hi Juan, How's it going?" "Yes, we'll still be there, but right now we're trying to help the Metro detectives find our missing girl. What is it that Maria told you?" Watching and listening to her end of the conversation, I became concerned as Alyson's mouth and nose scrunched in apparent disgust and her color grayed. She hung up and staggered a bit. "What'd he say?" "Let's find a rest room. I need to freshen up." She turned on her heels and headed back toward the restrooms outside the restaurant." I rushed to catch up with her. "Alyson, what did he say?" She crashed through the ladies room. "Sorry Jan, I can't talk about this right now." She ran to the closest stall, got down on her knees and emptied her stomach. This went on for a couple minutes and when I thought she was through, she threw up some more. I was beginning to become quite frightened for Eleesa. Alyson was a tough lady and if what she found out made her do this, what was going on? After throwing up in front of me on her knees, Alyson rose and went to the lavatories. Standing over the sink she rinsed her face and mouth several time before she looked at me. I could sense embarrassment, but I also saw resolve. "We have to get that bastard!" My eyes pleaded for an answer to what she'd found out but Alyson shook her head. I can't talk about it and there's no time. Kimberly, Karenne, we need your help. We're here, Mistresses, They projected in unison. We think Eleesa is being held captive in a room in this hotel. We need you to find her and take us to her.

We'll find her, Kimberly said, Come on Karenne. When our faeries left, Alyson went and sat down on one of two loveseats by the entrance. I sat beside her and put my arm around her. Tears welled in her eyes, but she seemed to draw on some inner strength. She took a deep breath and laid a perfectly manicured hand on my leg. By now I'm sure Eleesa has been defiled. Unfortunately they're not finished with her yet. That's what I just found out, but I have a plan. We must find her and you must take her to Avalon. Make sure Karenne goes with you. She can lead you to Terra, a powerful Elfin Wizardess. Terra can turn back Eleesa's clock so she'll not have yet been raped, but you cannot wait for her. You must leave Eleesa there and hurry back here and tell our detective friends what is happening. I was about to ask her what she'll be doing when Kimberly and Karenne came back in a rush, concern flashing purple and blue on their wings. We have found her Mistress She's in room 2000, but there's a guard outside. Come Jan, we must hurry. Alyson stood and instantly became Jade. Then she walked straight through the restroom door. I swear. I'll never get used to the idea of magic. Finally, after banging my forehead two times, I slipped though the door and almost through the two shocked ladies who were about to come in. Running to catch up, I asked, do I need to be Hazel? No just me. What about the guard? What about him? Silly question to ask a witch. I just shrugged and tried to keep up. Kimberly led us to an escalator at the top of which was a mezzanine with a promenade of shops. At the far end of the shops was a solitary commercial glass door on which was lettered, Private Offices. Looking through the door, I could see a hallway and several offices. I also saw the guard, seated in front of one of them.

We walked through as Jade swung the door in. The rough looking man in a suit, who'd apparently been reading a racing sheet, stood and informed us in a Brooklyn accent. "Sorry ladies these are private offices." Jade walked right up to him. "Have any of the men arrived yet?" He tilted his head slightly and his eyes thinned as if wondering who she was. "No they're not supposed to start until ten. Who're you?" "I'm part of the entertainment." She reached down and pulled her blouse apart, displaying her uncovered breasts. "How do you like these?" Eyes bulging, he looked down. Jade wrapped her left hand around his neck and pressed the heel of her right hand into his forehead. Instantly, he was unconscious and Jade guided him into the chair. She opened the door, gave me a backward glance and jerked her head toward it. "Come on Jan, hurry." I followed her inside the room, expecting to see tiny Eleesa naked and who knows what else. However, there was no Eleesa. There were two couches and at least a dozen chairs spaced around the room. It reminded me a waiting room in a doctor's office. However, three wafer-thin TV's were mounted high on the walls, and instead of the magazines on the coffee table being People and Sports Illustrated, they were porn magazines. There was also a bowl which contained a quantity and assortment of condoms. I was starting to get an uneasy feeling when Jade grabbed my hand and dragged me to another door, leading to the adjacent room. Jade, what was that all about? You'll see soon enough. Clients could start showing up any minute and that would screw everything up. As she dragged me through the door I saw Eleesa—she was naked, but that wasn't all. She was tied spread eagle to the four corners of the king sized bed, like I had done Bruiser. Her eyes were open and staring at the ceiling. She didn't seem to notice us or hear us and I worried she'd been traumatized. I also noticed a camera on a tripod set up in the corner.

Hurry, we must untie her. I untied her left hand while Jade untied her right. She still didn't acknowledge us, so Jade spoke to her. "Eleesa…Jan's going to get you out of here. Everything will be all right." Eleesa turned her head toward Jade but looked confused since she hadn't ever seen her. So I stroked her hair and said, "That's right, honey. I'm going to take you to a place of wonderment, where there are no evil people." She looked my way and gave the slightest of smiles, before giving me a single nod. At first I was hopeful her virginity hadn't been stolen from her, but that hope was dashed when I went to untie her ankle and noticed a twelve inch circle of blood beneath her bottom. When she was fully untied she jumped into my arms and wept. "Bad man ting in Eleesa." Should I dress her? No need. You're going to take her to Avalon, right now. Drop Eleesa off with Terra and come right back and show the detectives where this room is. What are you going to do? I'm going to take her place. I was incredulous. But why? I'll explain later. But you're not Eleesa. They'll know. Do you know what they're planning on doing to her. I will change into Eleesa as soon as you leave. Of course I know, that's why I have to stay. Please leave. Jade likes sex, but even my dark side doesn't relish the idea of getting gang banged. Suddenly, I realized what she was doing. I wrapped my arms around Eleesa. I love you, Ally. I love you, Jan-u-a-… And the room disappeared.

Epilogue – Eight days later

Glamorously dressed in a short, green and blue shift and four inch spiked heels, Danielle rushed in and plopped down in a seat. Appearing harried she took a deep breath. "Sorry, I'm late. Traffic and all." "Not a problem. Being late is a way of life in Los Angeles." I added sarcastically, "I haven't seen you for awhile. Bring me up to date." Danielle rested her chin upon her fist. "Honestly, I'll be glad to, but I haven't seen you for over a week and from the snippets I've heard, you and Alyson had a whale of an adventure. Would you go first? Please." "If you insist." I took a sip of iced tea as I collected my thoughts. "After they beat you up and kidnapped Eleesa and Rodrigo, we headed for Bootys, the brothel outside of Vegas. After nosing around there for over an hour, we learned from Maria, Simon the Basstard had picked Eleesa up about a couple hours before we arrived. It seems he took her to his Las Vegas Hotel, where he took her virginity. That was bad enough, but then we discovered from Maria that Bass headed up a sex club, a despicable, craven group of men who ritualize deflowering a maiden. The call themselves 'The Cherry Pickers.'" Danny scrunched her nose and mouth in disgust. "Eeew, how depraved can humanity get?" "I don't think I want to find out." The waitress brought water and a menu for the new arrival and refilled my iced tea glass. "Anything to drink?"

"Coffee and bring me a turkey club with fruit instead of potato salad." "She looked at me expectantly. "I'll take a brisket on rye, mayo in the side and coleslaw. The waitress took our menus and left. "Where were we? Oh yeah. We brought the local authorities in, who were, by the way, very helpful and cooperative. While they were waiting for a search warrant, Alyson sent Karenne and Kimberly to locate Eleesa. After they told us where she was, we snuck in, undid her restraints and I took her to Terra. That's when I called and asked you to pick her up because we were buried up to our necks with two police departments." "Yes, I like to visit Terra, she's like my mentor. She's also very sexual." "So, I've heard." "You have?" "Yes, Alyson told me. I have a feeling they were an item a few years back." "Really, that would be something. They're both so sensual." Danny's lips curved into a mischievous smile. "I know…from experience." Now, I was beginning to regret being so reticent with Alyson. Terra too, though time didn't permit. "Are you giving up men?" "Not entirely, but until I can find one that takes me to nirvana like they did, I'm staying with sisters." "Your brother took me to nirvana." Danny's eyebrows dipped. "Jan. What are you suggesting? That I sleep with my brother?" I felt a flush of warmth cross my face. "Of course not. I merely suggested you find someone thoughtful and sensitive like Troy." "You mean gay. Jan, my brother is an anomaly. He's probably the only gay man in the whole world who's switched orientation." I smiled, coyly. "It could happen. With a little help." Danny's eyes widened in amazement. "You?"

I shook my head forcefully. "Ally." Danny's mouth dropped open. "At the party, when she asked if Troy would kiss you…and took picture of you two in that passionate kiss." I nodded. "I knew it. That stinker. Hey how come she didn't go to Avalon with you?" "She took Eleesa's place in the ritual." "She was gangbanged? Danielle was shocked "Why?" "It was Jade actually. She wanted to get each of the scumbags who'd defiled Maria and others." "How many?" "Twenty-one. They were going in three or four at a time while the others would watch on TVs in the next room." Danielle pinched her nose as if to ward off the stench, "And did she get the son-of-a-bitches?" Before I could answer the waitress arrived and set down our orders. "More coffee?" She asked Danielle "Please." "Miss, more iced tea?" "Yes, thank you." Danny pulled a toothpick from a quartered portion of her sandwich took a bite, and looked at me, expectantly. I smiled at the memory of the police leading those pigs away in handcuffs. "Yes! She got them all! The ones that wore a raincoat and didn't leave any DNA, were still captured in living color, thanks to the groups own incriminating video. Plus, we found videos of previous events. All totaled, thirty-nine so-called respectable men have been arrested." "Who were these perverts?"

"Doctors, lawyers, even a pastor. Some were pillars of the community. Men like a city councilman, a state circuit judge, a news anchor man and three hotel owners." "What about Bass?" "No, he wasn't on any of the films and if he left sperm in Eleesa, we compromised it when we took her to Avalon. He's dead meat though. It's just a matter of time. They think they can get one or two from the brothel to roll over on him and if needed, Ally as Eleesa or Maria could testify against him. And listen to this. Bass has AIDs—not HIV positive like Maria, but full-blown AIDS. He's probably the one who infected Maria and maybe a few of his brother perverts too." I picked up half of my bulging sandwich. "That's about it. Tell me about Maria." I took a bite. "It looks like my spell worked. I got the report back from the lab this morning and she's negative. The HIV is gone." "Boy your black magic is coming handy. Alyson says white witches couldn't do that. You are going to be a real asset to the sisterhood. Does Maria know?" Danielle nodded. "Of course. I was so excited I told her right away. I also told her I would adopt her." "Are you?" Danielle scrunched her nose, staring at me incredulously. "Of course, I wouldn't tell her that, unless I meant it. She's so sweet and has no one. Eleesa's sweet too, but she has Rodrigo. I love them both. Maria's only sixteen, you know?" She said just before taking a bite of her sandwich. "No, I didn't know. Tell me about Eleesa." My friend abruptly grew animated, explaining excitedly. "Eleesa, has no memory of that night. None! It's like it never happened. That was a wonderful idea Ally had. Eleesa is still a virgin. She's going to move in with her brother and is looking forward to a happy life in America as a legal immigrant, thanks to the

paperwork Alyson supplied." Suddenly, a huge smile formed on her mouth. Thank the gods Mr. Basstard is no longer an issue." I was confused. "Why, what do you mean?" "Don't you remember when you and Ally asked me to tell him I reconsidered his offer to star in a porn film?" I laughed, boy did I laugh. "Seems kinda silly now doesn't it?" "Yes. But I'd have done it if it would've helped get that SOB, but I sure wasn't looking forward to it." Just swallowing my last bite, I said, "I hate to eat and run but I have to get ready for the big night." Danny dipped a curious eyebrow, "Wait! Hold on! What are you talking about? Big night? What big night?" Getting a kick out of her reaction, I decided to drag it out. "Initiation night." Danielle's beautiful blue eyes, which were already large, seemed to double in size. "You're going initiate someone? Who?" I took a casual breath and smirked at my best friend. "Troy." Her brows dipped and she was tight lipped. "Troy" My brother?" I nodded. "But he's a man," she whined. Feeling a twinge of guilt, I explained. "I know. Normand, the president of the brotherhood and his second in command are at a month-long seminar in Jamaica on Santeria. Normand asked Ally if we would initiate him for them." Danielle stared at me. "We? As in you and Ally." "And Terra." "Wow. When he wakes up, he's going to be one horny stud." "I know that's why there're three of us." I winked. "I can hardly wait. It should be great!"

The End

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