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-ROOK-
Fire crotch vs. Heat lightning;
In
“heart of fire”
CHAPTER ONE
Lindsay Lowhand adjusted the angle of the lighted vanity mirror on the back of the small cars sun visor as she reapplied her plumb colored lipstick with a small shaky hand. She wasn’t use to driving herself around the bright congested sprawling city anymore and a few near misses with wads of cell phone chattering motorist had added to the heaping mound of her nervousness. She was parked, not exactly straight, just out side the low squat building that passed for a high rise on the sunny smoggy earth quake prone west coast containing the central offices of Dizzy Studios.
Joe Dizzy had founded the Dizzy Motion Picture Company back in the 1930’s on what in the business was now referred to as ‘kiddie porn’, that is pornography for kids, basically bright shinny puffy silly cartoons and live action films that served and effected children’s minds in the same exact way that sexual pornography effects adult minds. The sexless sugary sap was just as addictive and persuasive to the youngsters as a hooker cooing in daddies ear at the bus stop and just as lacking in ethics and morals despite its overwhelming family orientated white washing. Not surprisingly Joe had massed a rapid fortune which he quickly used to create a media empire for the sole purpose of massing an even larger amount of money. Joe was long gone now as was most of the recognizable elements of his pimping era. There were no more long rows of large barn like buildings with sweltering wage slaves cranking out his perfected crass plotless sequences of dumb down water down gaudied up shinny bangles of mind candy for tots. But the business still remained and still churned out the iconic Joe Dizzy formula shaking the money maker and stripping the youth of their imagination and dreams in exchange for a more perfect plastic rendition of a collective simplification of the generic same. Parents still rammed the Dizzy images down their own children’s throats hoping to drown out the ugly natural tics and qualms of a child’s normal development under the shinny mass marketed society smiled at and thus community approved ‘safe’ images of Dizzy Inc. The money still poured in, even faster than before, but now instead of one man at the helm, it was a splintered series of portfolio corporations running the peep show. And however slightly distasteful Joe’s commercialization of old classic tales had been, it never sunk so low as the soulless voracious entity of collective commerce now made its daily bread and board. What ever individualism, what ever saving grace that had shimmered just under the shinny plastic surface of a Joe Dizzy Production was now gone for ever and a vapid emptiness now fed every young mind, driven to do so by nothing but singular unanswerable greed. No more large studio lots, instead only corporate offices remained. Films were shot at small scattered buildings all over the world, owned by the same portfolio corporations that in turn rented their use to themselves. An endless paper chain of profit by paper shuffling and number crunching was the new calendar of the seasons and the new era of whoredom. Everything broken up and scattered only connected in the wallets of a handful of hump back men lugging their ever widening asses down the halls of Congress and the White House or the Vatican City for another free feed of caviar and truffles at the tax prayers expense. So wealthy they live for free in a world of slavery, breathing other peoples air and eating every one else’s cake by the gulping mouth full. It was a world of horrific paradox and falsehoods, a world without compassion nor care, a world riven of social structure but parasitical of society its self, a world of perfect spotless order and cleanliness, of varnished image and duplicit gleaming high lights, of sparkle and shine, of chaos and darkest inanity. It was Joe Dizy’s creation, a small little world that had eaten up and devoured everything including its self. And Lindsay Lowhand was one of its creatures, one of its creations, one of its sparkling jewels, she had grown up in the vast isolated padded room decor of the Dizzy franchise. A child star of countless films and products, had shilled and shimmed at mall openings, at bank openings, at restaurant, and car lot promotions, the whole sordid bit. Anything and everything, obeying every adult command barked and cooed at the red haired freckled face five year old mop top, just so she could be a ‘star’. But Joe’s had always been a disposable world. He used up and tossed away the talent of others with no qualms or restraint and the faceless always viscose corporate congealing bottom line now running the show was all this and more so. And Lindsay was no longer the little child star money maker, she was now a woman screaming at her handlers bonds and the corporation wasn’t pleased.
Lindsay looked at herself in the small mirror and shuddered. A thousand thoughts raced through her spinning mind, she knew she was being called to the carpet for a chewing out in the least, but there was a real chance that her entire career as she had ever known it could be in jeopardy as well. After weeks of horrible yelling matches being conveyed through her army of lawyers and agents and the corporations troops of the same, she had secretly agreed to meet the studio divisions C.E.O. Nort Becmeyer in his down town office for a brief one on one sit down discussion. A lot was on the line for her, she was adamant about not doing any more of these ‘kid’ movies, she wanted to fully and firmly move up to more serious roles. She couldn’t keep doing a small ‘adult’ role on the side only to have it buried under a return to another childish teen role in another mainstream Dizzy film. But she knew that Dizzy ‘owned’ her, lock stock and barrow for another ten years! If they wanted to they could destroy her career without batting an eye, even the small little side projects they had been allowing her to do could be shut down as easily as turning off a tap. They could just shelf her career and she would be twenty nine! Before she could try to make one of those nigh impossible child star come backs, ugh! A lot was on the line.
Dizzy had its own adult targeted film and product division called ‘Star Stone’ and it churned out the big money maker block buster hits with out the cutesy over sized eye blinks. One of the green lighted projects was a re-make of a hit block buster from ten years back and Lindsay wanted the female lead role for that picture bad! Dizzy had been reluctant, ‘the translation between youth market and adult is always difficult, but we have full confidence that Ms. Lowhand will do quiet nicely, in time’ had been the repetitive reply. Basically the demographics didn’t bold so well for Lindsay, ‘everyone sees you as a spunky teen character not as some suburban house wife.’ It was the dreaded catch twenty two of type casting; they cast her as a fantasy teen heroine because every one sees her as a fantasy teen heroine, which in turn reinforced everyone’s preconception of her being exactly that, it made everyone a lot of money, but Lindsay knew she couldn’t keep playing these parts forever and she also knew Dizy’s interest in her was limited to her ability to put cash in its coffers. Once one of her teen roles bombed it would be cheaper to shelf her than to reinvest in a new career from scratch. She needed to restructure her career while she was still box office hot. Some how she had to convince Nort Becmeyer of that as well. No amount of screaming into her cell phone had generated any results and the usual clinch play of threatening to fire her large parasite chain of support staff hadn’t worked this time. It was up to her and her alone. She put away her lip stick back into her purse and paused with a frown, ‘why didn’t SHE have a line of cosmetics named after her?’
The car belonged to a friend of hers, and she had trouble getting the door to close once she had got out of the small unfashionable vehicle, the seat belt strap kept getting caught in the door well, it was just more pointless exasperation to heap on top of every thing else. She was tempted to just leave it with the door ‘ajar’ but took a deep breath and ‘managed the problem.’ She had barrowed the car for the same reason she was wearing large over size sunglasses, a head scarf, and a nice Italian trench coat that fell to her shapely toned thighs; to avoid the paparazzi. Lindsay had been born and raised in a world of wolves. Every year Dizzy Studios launches the careers of a few hundred young girls and boys, culled out of hundreds of thousands of hopefuls. Every year another batch is launched over washing the previous years. Only a handful survive long enough to get a few projects under their belts, and after five or six years a class reunion of ‘stars’ would only find maybe one or two still working in the ‘biz’. Of those even fewer become the house hold brand product Dizzy is farming for, few of these in turn survive puberty. Yet despite this every ten years or so there is usually three of four of the cash crop out their socking away at each other in the most bitter competition for the next role. Factor in the outside Dizzy world of other studios and production companies with their talent and project demands all fighting for the few crumbs of opportunity and the whole shebang is one ugly drunken brawl in a church service, a paradoxical decorum of fisticuffs under Queensbury rules. Lindsay had gone the route of many before her and had survived by throwing her self into the mindless media frenzy of the paparazzi. Not a day went by where her face wasn’t in some magazine or newspaper. She worked ceaselessly to get her image and face out there every single day. But it had a backlash effect, now that she was no longer a child, but instead a woman, her every move and action had taken on a sexual allure beyond her control. The press wanted pictures of her nipples or panties not just her beautiful smiling face that was where their real big paychecks lay. It also didn’t help that Lindsay was fueling as much as possible a more sexy ‘adult’ image to try to shed the Dizzy teeny bopper typecasting . The studio wasn’t happy that she was trying to force their hand by taking control of her own image away from them and they had issued several rebuffs to that effect to her and had even passed her over for a role that had been specially designed just for her demographics. ‘You’re playing a dangerous game,’ her agent had cautioned her. Still Lindsay thought it was ‘her’ game to play and bristled at all the mouths she was feeding that felt they had such a large say in everything she did, wore, or said! That said she didn’t want her agent to know she had agreed to this little informal meeting alone with Nort, not now any way, it would just cause more pointless headaches for her. And thus her ‘disguise’ of sorts, as she shuffled around the badly parked car and sashayed across the busy side walk as fast as her booted heels would carry her.
The office of Nort Becmeyer wasn’t as large as she had imagined it nor as opulent or even tasteful as one might expect, in fact it looked a lot like a major league baseball teams managers office which in fact is what Nort had been just three years ago before moving to take over the Dizzy film studios branch. Nort had never seen a film in his life, nor read a book, he didn’t even like sports, but he knew money and that was really all running a company was about; managing people to generate the greatest amount of profitability, and at that, Nort was a genius. Or so he told every one unfortunate enough to have wandered into his office. He was telling Lindsay that now as she sat increasingly confused in the purposely uncomfortable chair Nort had guided her into as soon as his former Playboy bunny sectary had ushered her into the sports memorabilia cluttered office.
Lindsay kept smiling and uttered the occasional golf clap laugh but couldn’t help frowning at what seemed to be an increasingly pointless blather of business jargon slang that made little sense and sounded like one of those late night infomercials that destroy the lives of honest desperate people who weren’t so honest as they thought and were more desperate than they could have imagined. Finally Lindsay forced the subject of her wanting to do more adult roles which Nort meandered off into nonsensical parables and observations of no bearing. Shaking her head Lindsay decided to just use as simple and direct of a tract as she could reason out and stated how she wanted very much to play the part of the lead heroine, ‘Heat Lightning’ in the action adventure movie of the same name. It had been a land mark role for the former actress who had played it a decade before and Lindsay blurted on about how it was a perfect vehicle for her as it was the same kind of light hearted teen fantasy stuff she was doing now only as a fantasy adult role. In fact the role was rather dark and somber in the original movie and it would be a stretch for Lindsay’s acting chops from the giggling smiling bright faced stuff she had been doing for years now, but she knew that Dizzy was revamping the role along a more kinder friendlier version this time.
Nort however paused after her long gush of reasoning and only glanced down at his shoes as he leaned back on his desk before her lumpy leather chair. “I don’t know,” he mumbled rubbing the back of his neck. He always took his jacket off and rolled up his shirt sleeves before one of these ‘interviews’ because he felt it made him look like a city newspaper editor, very business. “We sort of already cast the part for London…”
Lindsay blanched. London was Lindsay’s most hated rival in all the world! She had recently been vying for all of Lindsay’s press ops and job prospects, and the little tramp bitch had come out of no where to do it! For almost all of her life and thus her career, Lindsay had been a neck and neck rival of Hillary Duffer, a young girl who rose up through the Dizzy obstacle course biting fighting tooth and nail with her, which is how Dizzy likes to do business. Two actresses to threaten every job opportunity and thus keep each actress in line and disposable. The heir and the spare to put it bluntly, each racing madly to out do the other. It had been Lindsay’s entire life, she had known nothing else, and then just as the two interchangeable girls had seemed to finally start to distance themselves into individual careers, bam! Out of nowhere with out even a blip on the radar here comes London! An outsider from the whole Dizzy stable system, she had crossed paths with Lindsay in the night clubbing scene and had suddenly blurted out into TV, film, even music! London also had the respectability of old world money and a lot of money at that, just handed to her on a silver tray. Lindsay just couldn’t fathom how the untalented debutant had somehow become such a major threat to her world? It made no sense at all to her. The prospect that the same little slut that had just so recently humiliated her so very publicly by stealing her boyfriend and then dumping him after she had done so, was now stealing her film parts was just mind boggling. Lindsay just sat there her mouth hanging open, she never could have believed that the day would come where she had whished she had lost a part to Hillary, but she would have given anything if that had been the name instead of London that Nort was now saying over and over again in Lindsay’s mind.
“You see, Lin to be frank about it, London has that adult sex appeal that this role needs. The public sees her as a believable vixen of sorts, and what with the spandex and all, this film is going to have to reach a more broader market base. The last one was centered on feminism and rape and a lot of stuff we just aren’t comfortable with in this remake. We’re going with a less dark feel, but we also want to sex up the basic character a bit as well, you know cover the bases as the budget is already projected at over one hundred mil and we want to get a broad spectrum in the return.”
“They only see her as a sex symbol because everyone and their brother has seen her having sex on that damn video! I mean, I can play sexy, Hell you’ve been telling me I’ve been too damn sexy for over two years now! And, by the way, I can act! Something which if you haven’t noticed she can’t do! Damn it Nort I can do this part perfectly!” She was losing a bit of self control but she hated it when people called her Lin!
“I’m sorry Lin, it’s business, and in this business those customers out there see you as that freckled face little kid. That’s what they are willing to pay for, they’ll settle for a teen version of you, but they aren’t ready for the full blown adult Lowhand yet, if we rush this we could ruin your career. Trust me, I know this business well.”
It was time for the big guns. Lindsay could feel it. With out a word she stood up from her torture chair and removed her trench coat. Underneath Lindsay was wearing the original costume from the Heat Lightning movie. Well, it was a costume that she had had made based upon stills she had acquired of the original costume, but she had modified it some what. The original costume had consisted of a pair of calf high black shinny boots, a short pleated blue skirt with a white edging band at the hem, a blue short sleeve blue sweater top also piped in white and a blue eye mask. All in all, basically a cheerleaders out fit with mask and vinyl boots instead of white Keds. The film had been loosely based on a popular under ground comic which in turn had been set in the 1940’s and thus the rather odd out fit. But Lindsay didn’t look as good in blue as she did in more complementary colors that accented the naturally red pigment in her skin tone, so she had tossed out the blue motif and went with a bright canary yellow. She had also revamped the somewhat dowdy cheerleader look for a more modern sex kitten chic, after all if she had to resort to unveiling her secret weapons she would be doing so in response to the oft remarked derogatory comment about her still being seen as a kid. The costume she revealed thus was; a pair of bright soft Italian yellow boots that clung up to her knees and that had blended so well with her fashionable coat, a small sky high hem skit, much like the miniskirts she had so taken to wearing in public these days, this was also yellow and kept some of the pleated flair of the original though the hem stopped just a breath beyond her crotch, a bright yellow midriff baring top snuggly encased her upper body, and gold wrist bangles hung on her wrists, she didn’t have the yellow mask on, but it was in her purse if she felt she needed it. Instead Lindsay put both of her fists on her flaring hips and stared intently into the eyes of Nort Becmeyer C.E.O. of Dizzy Studios, or that is would have stared intently into his eyes if he wasn’t open jawed staring in wonder over Lindsay’s body! Lindsay smiled at his blushing face. Dizzy had gone to a lot of trouble covering up her figure in the more recent movies and despite her attempts of getting the message out that she definitely wasn’t such a little girl anymore she doubted Nort had seen the provocative photos of her in the tabloids and glossies as little more than a tooth ache for the marketing departments promotion of her Dizzy films. But now he could see with his own eyes the wonder of her, and seeing her most surly was! She laughed as he couldn’t stop staring. The material of the costume had a metallic sheen to it and it glistened and shimmered and it was accented with red crimson flecks and piping on the hems and deep plunge collar. With Nort gapping, Lindsay went all out and unleashed the monsters, her new secret weapons, she took a deep breath and arched her back, her magnificent pert full forty four double ‘DD’ cups swung and danced in the tight straining metallic tank top. She had paid a fortune to go up the addition cup sizes and kept the results under wraps due to her agents begging, but now it was time to put them to work for her, she sure the hell wasn’t going to lose this part to anyone, let alone a no talent slut like London! “As you can see Mr. Becmeyer, I’m not a little girl anymore. And I’m perfect for this part.” Lindsay was riding her cut throat honed instinct and she raised one booted foot up onto the chairs seat cushion flashing a pair of red hot sequined panties in the process.
“Now that’s a fire crotch,” Nort hoarsely whispered as a fleck of drool escaped the corner of his mouth.
‘Fire crotch’? Lindsay hesitated her burning confidence momentarily shaken. ‘Fire crotch’ was that horrible thing some dick of a guy had called her during one of her many club feuds with London and it had suddenly showed up in all the gossip columns. She had never been so mortified in all her life, and now here was this middle aged geezer calling her that disgusting name to her face, well to her breasts anyway. She quickly shook it out of her mind and forced a smile back onto her face. This was business and she had a lot on the line right now, she was playing for keeps and it was obvious that Nort was no longer the one in control of the situation, she was and she liked that a lot! She brushed the long red locks of her hair out of her ample freckled cleavage and wondered if she should go ahead and put on the mask and yellow gloves she had in her purse and glanced over to where her bag was lying on the floor on its side next to the chair, dropping the coat on the chair had knocked the bag over, for some reason the sight of the bag on its side unnerved her, but she couldn’t fathom why.
“Most definitely not a little girl anymore, definitely not, and now ready for the real world of adults that’s for sure.” Lindsay felt something had changed in the small room, the feel the air seemed different some how, and Nort’s voice had changed. She turned back to face Nort who had moved from behind his desk where his recent pacing had taken him to return back to his seat on the edge of his desk in front of Lindsay. With out another word Nort unzipped his pants and fished out his small erect penis and leaned back on his desk with his hands at his sides grabbing the desks edge. “Time for you to prove how adult you are and how much you really want this part.”
Lindsay looked down at the small erection swimming in the gray puddle of Nort’s trousers and back up at Nort and burst out with a slight hysterical laugh. “You got to be kidding!” Lindsay grabbed her coat and purse and flung open the office door. The mental image she had of Nort frantically struggling to cover up his penis as she opened the door was confusingly erased by the reality of Nort just leaning there unconcerned as his sectary at her desk beyond looked at the revealed situation and just smirked at Lindsay. How many times had SHE sucked that old man’s cock for a raise or paid vacation? Or for that matter how many others for how many parts? Suddenly it was Lindsay who felt embarrassed and foolish standing there holding the door open but somehow not rushing through it.
“I guess London was the right choice after all, much more mature for her age.” Nort sighed with his arms crossed over his chest. The former Playboy bunny receptionist looked down at her paper work and tried to suppress a giggle, then looked back up at Lindsay’s red and chuckled.
Lindsay slammed the door behind her and with the blood humming in her ears and her lips clenched over her gritting teeth she stomped over and dropped to her knees and put everything she had into giving Mr. Nort Becmeyer C.E.O. of Dizzy Studios the best damn blowjob he ever had!
CHAPTER TWO
Lindsay was back in her barrowed car and cussing madly at some dumb bitch who was chatting into her cell phone and running a stop sign and nearly smashing into Lindsay in the process. “Dumb Cunt! Look where you’re going!” Lindsay shouted and went back to spraying Binonca Lemon Blast into her mouth, she hated the taste of lemon but it was all the first gas station she had found had to offer in the way of breath mints and she wanted to kill the slimy taste of Nort in her mouth! Even the soft drink machine had been against her and had only taken her money but not dispensed any product, she had been tempted to buy a can of beer the only other beverage for sale in the small place but feared someone might recognize her and the sudden onslaught of cameras that always brought. She was in a slight fuming panic in that she wasn’t certain where the hell she was just then as she pulled up to a stop light, there had been road construction after the gas station and a series of one ways some detours and now she was most definitely lost in a section of town where she was certain she didn’t belong and what was worse the gas tank seemed to be dangerously low. She had thought to fill it at the gas station but only had a few bucks in cash on her and had spent that on the breath mists, all they had. The idea of writing a check or using a card and thus revealing who she was didn’t sit well with where her mind was at just now, so she sat at the light and began furiously cursing all her shitty luck. At least she had gotten the part in the film and a promise of more adult roles in the future, her agent would be pissed that she had gone behind her back but hey this was business!
Lindsay dug in her coat pocket and answered her cell phone, it was playing one of her own song tracks from her first album and since assigned different songs or sounds to different callers on her I.D. chip she knew it was her agent. “Speak of the devil, what’s up?” Lindsay croaked into the phone. The breath refreshers where killing her throat and she could still taste that bastard! More over it had been over forty minutes since she had had a cigarette, she knew Dizzy frowned on her smoking and she knew that she always smoked compulsively when she was nervous so she had left her pack at home out of tempting reach, now she would kill for a fucking cig!
“Are you sitting down because I have some big news to tell you?” Lindsay noted that her agent never waited for an answer to any question she asked and she didn’t pause to wait now, “I just got off the phone with Mr. Becmeyer at Dizzy.” Lindsay suppressed an urge to shout out with glee that she knew that she had already gotten the choice part in the new Heat Lightning movie that every one was projecting to be the next run away sequel spewing summer juggernaut. Her trench coat was killing her, the little cars air-conditioning was a piece of crap and she was sweltering in the little fifteen grand coat, she began to wiggle out of it holding the cell phone to her ear with her shoulder. She was wrestling out of the coat talking on the phone and reaching for the last breath spray canister when her agent blurted out, “They gave the part in the new Heat Lightning movie to London. There’s going to be a press conference announcing the decision at the end of the week. I’m sorry, but Mr. Becmeyer did say that Dizzy was very happy with the DVD returns from your latest Harold the Love Bug movie and they are strongly thinking a sequel, but probably a direct to DVD release. I told them they would have to double your initial and profit point royalties as well and agree to let you release that single for your up coming CD that they have been fighting. He said they were definitely willing to discuss it. I think it would be a wise move for you as your cash flow is a bit down compared to your expenses and it brings you closer to your contract buy out project number option.” What ever else Lindsay’s agent said was lost to hearing as the dazed girl was jarred out of a moment of shock by the loud blaring of a car horn. ‘Look out where you’re going you stupid cunt!’ the angry driver yelled and Lindsay swerved out of the way and smacked into a bus shelter which being L.A. was naturally empty.
The crash was at low speed as Lindsay had been turning a corner at the time but the collision caused her to smack her head on the steering wheel and break her expensive over sized retro sun glasses. “I’ll call you back,” Lindsay mumbled into the receiver and tossed the phone into the front seat next to the rumpled coat she had just finished removing. She got out of the car and surveyed the damage. Nothing too serious, the bus shelter was dented a bit but not badly, this was because a large concrete three foot pillar was placed at each end to prevent cars from slamming into the shelter which it had done a beautiful job of doing. It had also done a beautiful job of caving in much of the front end of Lindsay’s barrowed car. She considered driving off for home in it despite the obvious alteration to its form but the fluid spilling out under the engine convinced her not to try it. Instead she backed it away from the shelter and pulled it into a parking space half a block down and killed the engine. At least she wouldn’t get a ticket for hitting the bus shelter it wasn’t that noticeable. But she would need wheels and would have to do something about her friends car of course. She called her agent back and asked her to send out a taxi for her and quickly hung up. Lindsay got out of the car and saw across the street a young man point his cell phone at her and snap off several pictures. ‘Great,’ she thought, but then realized he was reacting to her revealing outfit and not because of her famous face .She leaned back into the open car window and began digging for her sunglasses only to remember they were broken and in the process unwittingly gave the happy young man several more pics of her round firm buttocks and her gleaming sequined red panties as her little yellow skirt hiked up. She considered the coat but it was already muggy as hell out and she was in a foul and uncaring detached mood. She just felt numb and wanted to crawl into a hole and die, well actually she wanted to shove several other people into a hole and let them die , but for now she didn’t want to sit the car nor put on the uncomfortable coat. Instead with a giggle she took out the small eye mask and slipped that on and walked over to a small stack of crates under an over hang and leaning and half sitting on them in the shade she waited with arms crossed for her cab. The young man had vanished in the mean time and the little side street was mostly deserted in what must have been about a ten a.m. blistering sun. A couple of blocks down she could see a very busy street which intersected with the one she was currently stranded on but no cars seemed to turn off it on to her street which seemed an odd mix of small tinny shops and residential apartments. An old man exited from a door near her and passed her frowning at her briefly but then walking on oblivious of her, it was L.A. after all and a young girl in a skimpy revealing costume was nothing out of the ordinary. One could go down to the beach and see more flesh on display from all sexes and all ages. Lindsay’s only real concern at the moment was that no one recognize her as Lindsay Lowhand, as far as any gawkers staring at her tits, she couldn’t care less, it had already been one hell of a day. Still the street remained empty and Lindsay began to wonder if the cab had gotten as lost as she had from all the torn up streets?
She was just about to return to the car and stretch out in it and maybe take off these boots which were killing her feet when she began to figure out the sounds she had heard under the louder distant street noises where coming behind her right shoulder. In fact they were coming from the open stairwell about dozen feet past her right shoulder. Curious and bored Lindsay walked to the stair well and peered around its door less sill, there instead of seeing a stair case of concrete leading up wards to a steel door or down wards to the same she was surprised to see a few steps leading to a dim corridor that ran quickly off into a growing light. A cool breeze issued from the opening and Lindsay gave a finial glance back for the nonexistent cab and then climbed the brief steps. Once up on the landing Lindsay could see that corridor opened after a short passage of red brick onto a rather surprisingly beautiful lush courtyard. Well, in fact it was just a simple courtyard with a few flower beds and a small gold fish pound and a simple fountain, but its unexpectedness lent it more luxurious mystery than a repeated familiarity of viewing would have held. The court yard was the shared back space of several little apartment houses and the stair niche she had ascended was an access point to the public street beyond. Looking behind her she could see where the large iron grated gate was leaning waiting for repair and reattachment to the top of the landing she had just passed. So she was on privet property, of sorts, and she began to shy away from the cooling shadowy little garden tantalizingly hinted at before her and return back down the steps when she heard more distinctly the noises she had subconsciously picked out before. They were voices and she paused as she heard them. With growing alarm she realized one voice was being threatening and the other voice was one of muffled fear, shocked and uncertain Lindsay took the finial few steps and peered around the red brick corner of the passage way that spilled into the little courtyard. In the dim light of the yard she squinted and wondered if she had heard anything more than the splashing of the water in the fountain and the slight breeze stirring the several large frond plants shadowy swaying before her, just as she was about to convince herself that there was no one there she made out two shapes staring intently up at her. To her sudden horror she realized one was a man who was obviously restraining a middle age woman whose mouth was clamped shut with his heavy hand, her eyes where pleading at Lindsay and full of tears. Lindsay froze, if there had been any sign of trouble Lindsay had reasoned she would just sneak back to her car and call 911, but she hadn’t expected to be seen! What’s more the man glaring at her was only a short lunge from her and Lindsay cringed back instinctively her stomach telling her to run and scream for help. What happened next did so in an instant and occurred seemingly beyond anyone’s conscious control. The man seeing Lindsay recoiling in alarm and sensing her flight to summon help leapt at her, half dragging the woman with him, this act of retaining hold on the struggling woman slowed him down just enough for Lindsay to leap out of reach his large grasping hairy hands, but instead of screaming and running for help, Lindsay instead lashed out with a booted kick at her assailant. Being up on the raised causeway and the man missing in his lunge joined together on making Lindsay’s blind kick land firmly against the man’s shaggy head. The solid blow staggered him and Lindsay followed it up with two more to roughly the same area, the man slumped to his knees and let go of the woman. Lindsay gave in to the fear still coursing through her shuddering limbs and ran off back down the stairs and into the bright light of day. High heeled boots are great for getting looks but not so good for running and Lindsay nearly twisted an ankle as she skidded around the open door at the bottom of the short flight of stairs. She steadied her self against the building and moved more cautiously back toward her car and her cell phone. Beyond her car she could see the taxi cab turning off the busy street and moving slowly down her side street, she felt a great relief flood over her. Just then she felt a sudden tug at her arm and found herself slammed up against the crates she had been sitting on earlier. Twisting around she saw the same man she had just escaped from whipping blood from his mouth and glaring at her with demonic eyes of hate, for the first time she could smell the stink of alcohol on him and realized he was deep in a bender. Then Lindsay saw the woman come staggering out behind the man, she saw the black eye, the swollen cut lip on her face, and something in Lindsay snapped, all the fear vanished and all the shitty aspect of her own bad day came swirling in to add grist to the mill. Lindsay slammed a fist into the brutes face followed by the hardest most solid pointed boot toe to the scrotum kick in the annuals of justice. “Take that you piece of shit!” Lindsay shrieked her voice cracking with intensity. Her body felt on fire, she felt ten feet tall, unstoppable. The brute’s eyes rolled back into his head and his face puckered and went ashen as he slumped unconscious on his bloody face. People where suddenly coming out of door ways and starring at the three of them. Once again Lindsay was spun around, this time by the wrist, her tinny arm engulfed by a muscle bound twin to the man she had left moaning on the pavement.
“Who are you? What do you think you are doing?” The gorilla of a man snarled at her.
From behind her Lindsay could hear the woman she had just rescued shouting through tears, “Don’t you hurt her Samuel! She just saved my life from that monster of a brother of yours! Don’t you hurt her!”
“Shut up woman!” Samuel was casting defiant looks at the hesitant buzzing crowd gathering around them. He hissed back at Lindsay, “who are you, eh?”
Lindsay yanked her small wrist out of the wrenching grasp of the thug and snarled, “I’m fucking Fire Crotch can’t you tell!” And she yanked up the front of her short yellow miniskirt revealing the flashing red sequined panties glittering underneath, and then she kicked the brute as hard as she could in the nuts, venting all her rage and pent up anger and furry, and he dropped like a sack of potatoes unconscious upon the ground. Lindsay stomped over to the wrecked car yanked out her trench coat and purse and climbed into the taxi cab slowly pulling to a nervous stop amongst the scattered crowd. Lindsay heard the woman call out thanks to her and the sound of police sirens growing louder in the distance and the sound of spontaneous applause as the ten or so people mostly elderly smiled at her and she even saw the young man with the cell phone camera from earlier giving her a thumbs up as the cab shot off. She was still fuming with adrenaline but that sound of applause was something that she had never heard before in all of her decades in the film and sound studios and suddenly Lindsay blushed behind her mask and laughed, “fucking A” she smiled and shook her head, “Fucking A!”
CHAPTER THREE
London was having one of the worst days of her life. Yes it was even worse that the time she had gone to that club in Europe only to hear nothing but Lindsay Lowhand songs played by that twerp of a DJ all night long. She had flirted with some boys and they had broken both of the DJ’s hands in the parking lot afterwards for her, but STILL! Huh, even worse than that time she was modeling fashion on that runway in New York only to have her front page spread kicked back to page three by a combination of some stupid war in the middle east and Lindsay Lowhand having a nipple slip on some red carpet some where. Fortunately she had quipped latter that night a rather sordid something about Lindsay’s ‘other’ red carpet that had sent the tables screaming with laughter for days! Yes she and Lindsay had traded their fair share of barbs, with London always coming out on top as Lindsay tended to just get mad rather than witty, but this, this was incorrigible! London swilled another handful of pills and gin and pinched the small delicate bridge of her nose again, and tried to look at Mr. Pesky. But she just couldn’t! Mr. Pesky had been her prized cute little pedigree little pooch. She had paid ten grand for the animal and it had paid off handsomely with several leading magazine covers of the two of them pouting for the camera and had briefly been a prized accessory of hers. But now Mr. Pesky, her little bundle of fluff was a hairless rat! That bitch Lindsay had some how managed to switch Mr. Pesky’s hundred dollar an ounce bubble bath with a powerful hair remover, and then had the stupidity to gloat about it to everyone! London had expected some kind of snub or slight in response to her getting the prize role in the up coming Heat Lightning films that everyone knew Lindsay had been groveling for, but this was a new kind of lowness for old Lowhand herself. London was almost impressed, almost, but Lowhand was playing way out of her league she just didn’t realize it yet, but she would, when it was too late!
“Take that thing away! I can’t stand the sight of it!” When London saw the large body guard holding the emaciated hairless rat hesitate in confusion London sat up straight on her white couch and said, “Take it away and have it put to sleep.” London had a way of leaning her head forward while tilting her chin up at people when she spoke at them, keeping her mouth slightly open and her teeth parted while she closed her eyes or rolled her eyes back into her head, that made people uneasy or just mad and she loved how everyone, absolutely everyone, had to just stand there and take it! The large guard separated himself from the pack and disappeared. London suddenly thought about the time during her ,err, slut phase, how she had given the order for all the men on the staff to perform their duties that day in the nude. She had walked around the grounds with her riding crop and smacked it up against the occasional scrotum and giggled, “now we can tell the men from the boys, eh?” And they had of course all just stood there and taken it, it was delicious! She hadn’t done anything like that in ages! She began to look over the group of men about her with her snakeish smile when a loud explosion of sound caused her to yelp and leap to her feet. The guards looked around them confused and London hissed as she rolled her eyes, ‘maybe choosing them based on chest size wasn’t such a good idea.’ She sauntered past them and cautiously looked out the window behind them. London tore aside the drapes she had been peering through and flung open the window giving the hundred year old glazing a work out, “I meant take it to the Pound you dumb ass not shoot the fucking thing in my front yard! Ugh!” She turned away from the window and flung up her arm as she pinched the bridge of her nose again, “call the gardener and tell him we have a mole problem he needs to clean up. Oh and make sure he sends that hunky son of his out back. I have a bush that needs tending to.” That at least put a smile on London’s puss but she needed to do something about Lindsay and fast! This was the kind of thing that could cause her to lose some of her much needed status in the eyes behind the scenes. She couldn’t let that little dormouse Lowhand get any ideas not at this juncture in the race. London sat down on a near by window seat and winced. That sick bastard Nort had sodimized her ass for three hours straight. That hadn’t bothered her much but then he had kept her bent over his desk asking her how much she wanted the part while he shoved half his desk supplies up her ass! A week latter and she was still! shitting out those little mechanical pencil erasers! She would have him killed of course, but new management meant new contracts and she had already put her ass on the line quiet literarily and paid in full for this Heat Lightning film. She wasn’t about to piss all that away over simple revenge. After all this was business and pleasure was something that could wait. She’d have him taken to some third world country and slowly tortured to death over several months, but not until the first time he stopped being useful. London wondered gleefully if or what Nort had done to Lindsay who had been so hungry for the part? It was hilarious of course, because Lindsay was a nobody while London of course had the immense power of large sums of money and old world connections in businesses of all sorts. Anything Nort had promised Lindsay would have just been so much smoke to get his way with the little fire crotch slut, but no one ever broke their word to London and lived to brag about it. She made sure Nort fully understood that before she sent her body guards out of the room, the ink still wet on the contract , and shimmied out of her silk panties. But London needed some old connections for her little revenge on red, she didn’t want to take her out, Lindsay made the most perfect unwitting partner for her, the perfect foil, and she sure the hell didn’t want anyone else stepping into her shoes, but the girl had to remember her place. Suddenly London smiled and the guards in the room shivered as she purred, “bring me a phone and daddy’s palm pilot. I need to call one of his old friends, who works in chemicals. Ha! Oh, and if the gardener’s son arrives before I’m through, tell him to start with out me.” And she plucked up her riding crop from off the vanity and handed it to the sweating guard nearest to her.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lindsay had sat nervously in the back seat of her car for over forty minutes as she chewed on her knuckles trying desperately to avoid the fifty dollar manicure she had just got two hours before. And she had just opened the door and started to get out when her driver rushed out of the alley and jumped into the front seat. “What the hell happened!” Lindsay croaked as she always did when she was nervous, “You were gone for hours!”
“Sorry Ms., there was some trouble with the set up this time, I had to sort it out. Shouldn’t be a bother next time.” He handed a white pharmacy bag back over the seat to Lindsay as he pulled away from the curb.
“Great,” Lindsay mumbled and looked down to see her thumb nail half gnawed off, “just great.”
Lindsay suffered from a series of medical conditions that she had been seeking discrete treatment for, for over a year now. It had been at the prodding of several of her closest friends growing increasingly concerned about her behavior that had finally convinced her to seek out a doctor of reliable discretion. Lindsay had what in a lump layman’s term might be called nymphomania. A serious illness that in Lindsay’s case stemmed from chemical imbalances in her head as well as other root physical causes. She had been forwarded to experts and a series of medication as well as physiatrist sessions were recommended. The shrink she ditched almost immediately as it was too dangerous to her career if it got out, she wasn’t Woody Allen after all and any kind of mental treatment would be the kiss of death for her career. The drugs on the other hand were another matter, popping pills was almost a trendy thing no matter what the era, and she could stick with the pill diet easy enough and discreetly enough. Plus, it seemed to work for her, her wild out of control libido had gotten her into a number of embarrassing situations and dangerous ones at that. The whole ‘fire crotch’ derogatory nickname had steamed from her seeming inability to keep her panties on if some one simply breathed on her neck or whispered in her ear! The pills made her cranky and sometimes made her anxious and nervous all the time, but they deadened the hair trigger inside her and gave her control over what she had to admit had been an out of control throbbing pussy. But it also added one more constant worry of someone finding out about her illness and the pills and that ruining her career just as surely as her wanton sex drive had threatened to do. Hence once a month her trip with her most trusted driver who would park a block away and go in and pick up Lindsay’s much needed medication as per the clandestine arrangement. It was far from perfect but until Lindsay found a decent enough place that she really felt at home living in she wasn’t about to have the pills delivered only to move and have them arrive in somebody else’s mail box, and besides this way she could pay for them through her driver in cash leaving no paper trail for any snoopy reporter to follow. Still she dreaded the whole once a month ordeal and felt a tremendous dread about the whole thing just sitting there waiting for the most inopportune time to blow up in her face. Lindsay quickly transferred the little red pills out the orange cylinder pill case and spilled them carefully into her own little plastic key chain disk and keeping out two she carefully closed the key chains plastic back. She was only suppose to take one a day but she was unbearably horny lately and she swilled both down with a swig of bottled water. The slight burn in her stomach was welcome as it would eventually numb out that powerful pleasant burning in her crotch. She shook her key chain to make sure the pills were securely in the plastic compartment hidden inside the silly little white V.W. car design based on her mechanical co-star from her last Dizzy movie and looked out at the late night streets gliding past her tinted window. Just before the pills she had reached the point where she was masturbating around seventeen times a day, carry a little vibrator in her purse that was disguised as a tube of lipstick, and she never seemed to know whose bed she might wake up in the following morning, but now she had control, it wasn’t perfect but she would never again find herself trying to cover her naked seamen covered body with pages torn out of a phone book outside of some truck stop and desperately calling one of her friends collect on a pay phone to rush over and pick her up and bring some fucking clothes! She would be the naked chick cowering in the bushes behind the ice maker. Ugh! NEVER again!
CHAPTER FIVE
London smiled and leaned forward tilting her chin up to the ceiling and closing her eyes at the seated man in the hotel room before her. ”You’re sure that those little pills you sent me will do what I asked? All that I asked. Good. I knew Daddy was right not to report that little incident of the dead hooker in your room Professor Vander Kike, it would have been a terrible misfortune to your families international pharmaceutical business.”
The elderly man fidgeted in his chair and moaned out a gasp, “those pills you wanted are very dangerous. Untested. Experimental. Please.”
“But they WILL work.” The old man slowly nodded. “Good. By the way how do you like the room? We had it remolded after that unfortunate incident so many, many years ago. So many stains you know.” The old man shuddered and cringed away tears streaming down his face. “Good. Good I’m glad you approve. You won’t mind staying here until I can verify the validity on the pills you so carelessly mailed to me instead of choosing to deliver them in person as I had asked. After which my friends here will gladly return you the same way they brought you.” London gestured at her large body guards and purred. “Good, good.”
Down in the lobby of one of her families many opulent hotels London shimmied up to Randolph, the silly boy she had stolen from Lindsay on a whim and who now answered her every beck and call like a good little lap dog should. She was more than tired of him, but as long as Lindsay still felt pain every time London could wheel the little puppy out for a stroll under her freckled nose he remained useful to her and she tolerated his hanging on in her clubbing entourage. Now he should prove useful again, if the good Doctor had indeed supplied her with exactly what she had requested and she now felt confident that he had. London wiggled a finger at Randolph and he detached himself from the marble statuary he was leaning amongst and rushed over to fall into step behind her long slinking elegant form. “Ralphie,” London cooed. She knew he hated her nick name she had created for him and so she used it constantly as well as insisting everyone else in her immediate sphere of influence use it as well, of course he put up with it and it made her smile with malicious glee. “I have a little something only your talented fingers can tend to.” Ralphie smiled and placed his hands on London’s neck, she shrugged them off. “ I need you to help me play a little prank on fire crotch.” The smile returned to Ralphie’s face the nick name had been his spontaneous invention and he continued to ride that one and only flash of wit for all it was worth. “You know those pills she takes to keep from letting all the booze she drinks from going to her pussy so to speak? You know those little red ones that stop her from dancing naked on the tables like she use to? Well, I want you to switch them with some that look exactly like them that are going to drive her crazy! They are like a super Spanish fly that will turn her into the horniest little slut ever to crawl across a bar while boys drink shots off her ass!” That had actually happened and had been the moment that lead to Ralphie’s blurry eyed drunken rant and comment, Lindsay’s wet panties soaked with more than just spilled tequila with her fiery mound of pubic hair glistening like a brush fire underneath. However Ralphie was now hesitating and London sensed that he had grown timid of the pranks she often had him pull on his ex-girl friend. This would take some work on her part but she knew she could get him to do exactly what she wanted and it wouldn’t take her ass crammed full of ball point pens to do it either. In fact Ralphie worked best the more she promised him and the less she gave, a funny little twerp, it was because he was in love with her, she knew that, she just didn’t care. What she did care about was getting those little red pills of the Doctor’s into Lindsay’s key chain. She thought she was so clever popping one now and then at a club or party to counteract the booze which seemed to have such devastating effect upon her self control, but London knew all about them and the Doctor’s super charged sex pills would mix wondrously with the drinks and soon have little fire crotch on her knees giving blow jobs to every man or woman in the bar! The rumor alone would knock the slut back into line but a few discrete video phones getting every sloppy facial cum bath would give her the black mailing edge that London preferred over all her close friends. Oh, yes this would be just perfect, but it would have to be soon! London began filming on Heat Lightning next week and she wanted to squash any insider rumors that Lindsay was still in the wings waiting to step in if any thing should go wrong. Not that anything would mind you, and besides there was her dog to think about; what had his name been? Whatever, what was important was getting Lindsay to furnish her with some safety insurance and some shits and giggles. Oh, she cringed at even the thought of the word ‘shits’ that fucking Becmeyer would pay dearly and perhaps sooner than London had intended. London ‘s gaze focused back down into the here and now only to find the love sick eyes of Ralphie starring at her, she forced a smile and grabbed him by his arm leading him out of the lobby and into the street.
CHAPTER SIX
Lindsay was a little unsettled the shooting on her new Dizzy picture was going well enough, she had thankfully got out of the whole Harold sequel and instead had landed a rather plumb role in an adult mystery for the Star Stone division of Dizzy. It wasn’t a large part but she had three solid scenes and one where she got to show off some of her improved acting chops. It wasn’t paying anything like what the kiddie sequel would have brought her but there was Oscar buzz for the picture in general and that excited her to no small end. But she was also nervous for the first time on a set in years, and on top of that she was on the same micro set lot as London who was doing that mega block buster movie that was using up just about every sound stage in town and then some. It was inevitable the two would meet, but what wasn’t so certain was London’s apparent willingness to burry the hatchet. London kept saying how much the film was destroying her nerves and how much she envied Lindsay’s coolness under so much pressure and on and on the woman had gushed every time they per chanced to meet. Which oddly enough seemed quiet often all things considered. As Lindsay saw it she was one up on London with her stupid pet trick and she didn’t fully trust the best bosom friend shtick London was throwing at her. But then Lindsay also understood life in the Dizzy stables and the make up or else fit the company commandments. They may not be hart felt but Lindsay believed London was at least honest in her desire to patch things up in public, at least for as long as she was on a Dizzy contractual leash.
What had Lindsay a little worried was the insistence of her joining London for a privet get together party at one of the exclusive VIP bar rooms up the coast. Lindsay had begged off twice but the third time word had come down from the mountain above for Lindsay to make the public gesture of letting bygones be bygones or else.
The weekend ‘bury the hatchet’ party that Lindsay finally reluctantly accepted a last minute invitation to, seemed to surprise everyone in London’s entourage and the location of the off the cuff haphazard ‘spontaneous’ event changed about a dozen times up and down the coast all day long via bustling go betweens of the two young ladies various studio camps. In the end after an exceptionally draining shoot that finished Lindsay’s role on the film she was working on except any unforeseen wild tracking or re-shoots, she found her self saying goodbye to the temporary clan that develops on even the modern cannibalistic sets these days and found herself collapsing into the plush hermetically sealed world of a large limo London had set at Lindsay’s disposal to whisk her away to the party London had planed for the two of them. The back and forth of gophers all day long and Lindsay’s long twenty two hour final shoot, had her unsure of where exactly the large low slung shiny beast of a car was racing her to, but all in all Lindsay was too tired and pleasantly pleased with her performance on this latest picture to feel any kind of apprehension of her destination. Still after an hour and a half had finally freed the vehicle from the city it’s self and began to rapidly peal away the ugly suburbs, Lindsay ventured a query to her barrowed driver who was acting as her on the spot body guard as well until them arrived at their destination. His English wasn’t well enough to decipher but Lindsay had learned fluent French Spanish and a smattering of other languages as everyone in film eventually dose out of survival sake. Spanish worked well enough in this case and Lindsay managed to figure out that the party had been moved from a public bar to a privet cliff side beach house about two hours further on and London had made arrangements for Lindsay to stay the night there if she wished. This was all in response to Lindsay’s last shoot going unexpectedly long that day and the little goodbye party the cast had thrown her lasting a little longer than expected. They would arrive at the party around mid-night and best Lindsay could imagine everyone else should be hopelessly smashed by the time she arrived, as London’s own filming on the soundstage next door to Lindsay had finished for the weekend several hours before her and they had all whisked off to the party almost immediately there after. Lindsay liked the idea of arriving relatively sober and late to this thing and having a calm upper hand over everyone else and was glad she had only one glass of champagne at her own cast send off. She had no intention of staying at some strangers house over night and would send for a ride if need be around five a.m. which would be an acceptable length of time for some hand picked press release photo opportunities and a few hugs and laughs with several of her and London’s mutual friends, which after all was what this whole charade was about. Lindsay began to wonder who might be at this party and who wouldn’t be even as the long shark of a car swung into the long rolling coil of a gated drive to the crested house. Lindsay was sure the house would be much more impressive in the daylight as it was the abode though large seemed nestled or squatted down amongst the craggy rocks of the jutting cliff. The night was beginning to toss on a threatening wind and a large bank of gnarled clouds eclipsed any moon or stars that would have shown. The outside lights seemed suppressed in a rising ocean fog that clung beneath the growing winds howl in the crooks and crannies of the cliff. All in all it was a creepy and some what surreal atmosphere that should have made Lindsay hesitate with an inner dread that she just couldn’t feel and which in turn made her shudder as she let the driver help her out of the car.
Lindsay noted out loud that there where very few cars for what she thought was suppose to be a rather large gathering, and the driver pointed out several vehicles parked a way in the thickening mist churning beneath the high altitude storm above. But Lindsay knew that wasn’t the type of vehicles that people would drive out to a party in and reasoned that they belonged to the host or a handful of picked guests, she couldn’t imagine any of London’s friends arriving in open seater sports cars from the era of Joe Dizzy himself! Lindsay asked where her driver or any of the other drivers would be, and wasn’t surprised when he told her he would be returning to the city as he and she assumed most of the other drivers had. He worked as a rental driver and he assured her that some one else would respond to her call and come and pick her up, his shift was long over and the day of drivers waiting outside leaning on the car fenders for six to ten hours smoking cigarettes while their clients partied the night away was long gone. Lindsay thanked him and forced a smile then wondered why she had bothered to do so and walked up to the large wide low door way before her. It popped open immediately as she figured it would as her driver had called the house as soon as they had entered the serpentine drive way at the base of the hill and the house had keyed open the gate for them. The door flung open spilling out garish light and thumping sound and the buzz and smell of excited loud people as well as several drunk men and women who ushered her into the swirling chaos of the house party. Behind her Lindsay’s driver closed the passenger back door she had gotten out of in sync with the house door closing behind Lindsay and in the now perfect silence of crickets and frogs and a high eerie wind he walked back around to his drivers door and disappeared into the vehicle pausing only momentarily to oddly find himself frowning over at the silent house half lost in the swirling fog and wondering why he felt a twinge of unease, during the entire drive his mind had been heavily preoccupied with his own family problems but now he seemed to suddenly feel a very strong sense of awareness of something being dreadfully wrong. He was a man who had always trusted his instinct and he pondered the sharp stab of unease which engulfed him now, he considered going up to the house and knocking on the door, but he stopped himself and thoughts of his wife’s pot roast slowly drying out on the back of the stove waiting for him eased him half reluctantly into the large bench seat. The car swung away and slowly passed through the gate at the bottom of the drive where it joined the narrow costal high way.
At the same moment Lindsay’s driver had become over washed with a sense of foreboding, Lindsay herself had felt what little twinges of qualms she had nurtured during her drive vanish completely. Inside the house she had found every encouraging sight she would have expected at such a gathering and it nestled her into a comfortable groove of familiarity of domain. There was even the hand selected camera man, a woman in this case, who took several posed pictures of London and Lindsay smiling and laughing together and drinking together and even buzzing each others cheeks and then had obediently vanished to get the pictures ready for both London and Lindsay’s press agents and publicists.
The party it’s self was far from being a large affair considering the seeming endless people London had employed to convey the invite and details back and forth between the two film sets that day. Maybe thirty souls counting some obvious ‘staff’ and Lindsay was disappointed not to recognize any of them as ‘friends’, but she had half expected London was doing this at Dizy’s command and wasn’t surprised that she had in turn stacked the deck in her favor. Still Lindsay was finding it hard to imagine she could linger on in such a crowd until the wee hours of the night, despite the obvious over the top goading London must have done to every one to hang on and be overtly nice to Lindsay. Everyone was just hanging on her and gushing praise and thrusting drinks and shouting happily all about Lindsay in a swirl of faces and bodies. Then Lindsay saw Randolph and she struggled to maintain her composure, she was definitely getting the hell out of here before HE started in with his back stabbing bites! But to her shock and then surprise and then to her embarrassment and then confused swirl of mixed emotions, Randy proceeded to talk nicely to her and even fawn over her in his strange clumsy manner, just like he had when the two of them had first met. It was very confusing and Lindsay found her self drinking quiet heavily in face of it all, though less heavily than everyone else around her who all seemed smashed to the gills!
It wasn’t long before Randy’s hand was on her knee and his lips whispering in her ear and his eyes wet with starring into her own, and it wasn’t long before the rest of the party seemed to fade away into a distance around her that Lindsay found herself groping for her key chain in her purse. At first she couldn’t find it but Randy helped her and she finally found the little bobble. Lindsay sure the hell wasn’t going to get back together with Randy, but it had been so very, very long since she had an orgasm and she wasn’t about to let her over active libido send her reeling ruttish into the arms of some guy she knew was king of the losers! The little red pills did wonders for numbing her ‘problem’ area for her, but it was pointless to take them and then masturbate or engage in sex, as the numbness that kept her from needing too much also kept her from feeling too much when she did give in to the desire of the moment. Like a diet pill that numbs the stomach, it kept hunger at bay providing you didn’t think about eating so much that you actually ate anything. Because if you ate something your numb stomach couldn’t feel it and you never felt full, so you could quickly find yourself munching away never feeling that full sensation of a normal meal. It was the same with Lindsay’s little red anti-sex pills, they only really worked if she avoided sex all together otherwise she could end up masturbating an entire afternoon away and never once feel a satisfying orgasm, it was the price she had to pay for control. A price she was willing to pay now, as she forced a weak smile at the eyes so throbbingly trigging the wet warm flood in her pussy right now and she promptly took two of her little pills and said it was to keep her from getting sick from drinking to much, Randy just smiled understandingly and Lindsay fastened the key chain and fob around her slim freckled wrist with shaking fingers, she was going to really need these tonight she could tell it!
The limo sat along the gravel shoulder of the road in the now blanket of fog with its radio playing soothing jazz as the driver fished around in his lunch tote for the last of a tuna fish sandwich and swallowed the dry crusty stale bites with cold dredges of twenty hour old coffee. He looked up by peering on a craning neck again at the nearly invisible large black mass that was the entrance to the cliff side house and sprawled out on the front bench seat settling into an uncomfortable wait. A police cruiser had already stopped and ran his plates and the officer and him had chatted for a while as he explained he was waiting on his passenger at the party at the top of the hill and the cop had understood and left on agreeable farewells. The driver frowned at his apprehension that had kept him there and folded his arms over his chest and tried to get some sleep, his wife was going to kill him.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was difficult for Lindsay to focus and remember what exactly happened or at least to put the slivered off bits and pieces of elements of events into a constancy of a whole. Her entire head and body was on fire, her skin a sheet of liquid flames, she felt very drunk and yes very damn horny! And yet she continued to gobble up her little red helpers at every thundering pussy melting hart beat of building desire. Drinking had always weakened her sex drive and the pills never failed but no matter how much she drank and how many pills she swallowed she couldn’t stem this enormous rising tide of lust. She had never felt such an utterly deep demanding need before, and it both frightened and excited her to no end.
Time had slipped its harness and she couldn’t put things into any kind of perspective order. Randy was no longer fawning all over her, in fact he now seemed to be hanging on London who was laughing and spinning about in the center axis of her own little group. Lindsay’s group had petered out and she found her self alone amidst a thriving mass of excited party goers who jostled in and out of any kind of focus and refused to behave in any kind of proper sense of distance and proper sound. She knew she wasn’t suppose to take more than one pill every ten hours or so, but she couldn’t remember how many pills she had taken or how often or how many she had had to begin with. Math was gone, simple computations lost forever, she only knew that when she shook her wrist there seemed very few pill left in there rattling around. She didn’t want to be at that party any more and felt a need to escape the eyes around her who didn’t seem to be taking any real notice of her anymore. Felt the need to rush away as one might who felt they might be suddenly sick and wanted to remove themselves before their gorge rise and they vomited in front of every one, but Lindsay couldn’t fathom out how to escape a room that seemed to have no discernable walls or confinement, just masses of strangers milling about in loud groups laughing and dancing in place to the thundering music, and besides it wasn’t the terrible feeling of being ill that was pursing Lindsay, it was the incredible wave after wave of building pleasure that was threatening to drown her. A pleasure that sent her tongue lolling heavy and slick about her mouth and fed her increasing energies of confidence and joy, thick flowing fancies of positive power seemed to ripple down her limbs and command her in needs of physical action that lent its self its own supply of fuel and fire and objective. Lindsay felt as if she were a giant, untouchable and in charge of all around her, strangely above the grasp of others who seemed in the shadows of her power of will, and yet she felt the odd twinge of apprehension that she was rapidly losing control of her self even if she was beyond the touch of any other around her. She felt the fire in her loins building into a roar of power and hunger of such a demanding god like nature that frightened and awed her to a dry throat giddy state of expectance. She both wanted to flee and also wanted to see what was about to occur from all these strange flummox of swirling primordial jets of plasmatic energies converging within her. Regardless her thighs were quaking so much with muscle spasms of delicious tingles of heat that Lindsay couldn’t have ventured to find an exit to the low ceiling room let alone stand without the table she was clinging to for support.
It was at this strange juncture that London seemed to part out of her orbiting satellites and made a lazy bee line to Lindsay, her group falling into a half circle around the obviously drunk socialite. London smiled at Lindsay and tossed back a drink in a manner that somehow failed at being very proper and dignified as clear liquid dribbled down the blondes chin and her eyes noticeably reddened under her fluttering eye lids. London was talking to Lindsay, but Lindsay was having as hard a time understanding the slurring speech both do to each women’s inebriated state and Lindsay’s own preoccupation with wondering if anyone around her could visibly discern the pulsing spastic thrusts that Lindsay found her pelvis incapable of suppressing that had her feeling as if she were humping the very oily air between her legs! Lindsay’s already red flushed face blushed even more so at the thought that London might notice the uncontrollable twitching of her grinding crotch of shivering ecstasy and point it out to the roomful of party goers to Lindsay’s utter humiliation. Though Lindsay couldn’t help noticing that more and more of her swimming mind seemed thrilled at just such a prospect and continued to churn out endless floods of fantasies of sexual escapades that hummed inside Lindsay’s weltering mind. Her problem had always been of a most singular physical nature, almost devoid of thought, but now it seemed to be encompassing her entire being and even her mind and all its thoughts seemed to be engulfed in lustful desires!
London seemed oblivious to Lindsay’s pelvic pants and as Lindsay couldn’t focus on anymore than one face at a time that reassured her immensely and she even smiled. London smiled as well and snuggled up next to Lindsay and turned back to the blurry crowd and made more speeches and hugged Lindsay as she talked in broken circles of thoughts about friendship and the difficulties of their mutual profession and past slurs and misunderstandings. And all the while Lindsay couldn’t focus on a word London was slurring out on wobbly legs, her entire world had exploded with the contact of flesh against her flesh, body against her body, skin and silk, her every sense suddenly heightened to a degree of perception beyond the taction of memory! And a little flood of juices over came the damn of Lindsay’s sopping wet panties and the carefully placed panty shield pad she always wore when she put on one of her ultra high hemmed miniskirts even if she wasn’t menstruating. The little beads of escaping clear pussy juice ran in slick rivulets down Lindsay’s burning creamy white thighs and she hoped as her eyes rolled back in her head and she gasped at the pleasure of London’s contact with her melting body that some one would notice them and quickly tongue them off her legs following them up to their greedy source. Apparently no one did and Lindsay was forced to return back to the world of the party instead of diving in a backwards plunge into a world of orgasm. Lindsay looked at London who was still talking and hugging her waist and without thought Lindsay raised her own small arm about London’s equally small waist, but Lindsay’s hand compulsively dropped off the slender hip and began to cup and kneed the small buttock it found perched there. Somewhere in the alcohol soaked mind of London her body noted the aggressive sexual stimulation and something popped in the young woman and she turned to stare wet eye amid sentence at Lindsay whose own eyes rapidly devoured the debutantes. In an instance both girls where kissing deeply tongues mashing and melting in a hot fevered meld of lust and desire. London broke off the kiss and told everyone what good friends they all were now, but London’s thick husky lust tinged voice seemed uncertain and her face confused. It took her several seconds before she seemed to break the powerful spell Lindsay seemed to wield over her and with a somewhat shakily unwilling move she separated herself slightly from that open flame at her side threatening to engulf her so easily and sent a whisper into an ear of one of her people. Lindsay was enjoying her power over London and noticed how no one in the room was the least bit shocked, after all these were a seasoned night clubbing crowd, but Lindsay couldn’t get on top of her wildly bucking lusts and focus a plan of action, she hovered passively in the up drafts and swells and waited in that timeless limbo about her for the blissful sexual release she knew she was building to in ever increasing certainty. She waited with the expectance of a Queen at her court for the moment to arrive before her and at the same time felt the horrible loss of control of understanding what was occurring about her. She had given herself over to what ever was to come but somewhere in her mind Lindsay understood that the approaching aspect narrowing down through an invisible tunnel in the air above her and reaching up through a rent with in her would collide in a way beyond her conception and already shatteringly beyond her control to stop or avoid.
London was struggling to regain control of her self and the situation but she was having difficulty breaking the pull of Lindsay’s eyes, that little red head had seemed to grow in calm stature even as her glossy lips drooled and her heavily lidded eyes swam in her flushed freckled face. The brief contact with the girl had been like standing before a flung open blast furnace door, not just the incredible heat of her skin but that incredible sense of power lying there in agitated wait! London moved another careful side step away and was thankful indeed when her little surprise was whisked up from where London had her under wraps for the past couple of hours. London quickly introduced the shy appearing but voracious young upcoming actress to Lindsay, “I don’t believe you two have really met yet. Lindsay this is my dear friend Adriana Stevens, she is playing my side kick, a new role that Mr. Becmeyer came up with himself as well as the costume design. Adriana this is Lindsay Lowhand who is also a good friend of mine. So Lindsay I asked Adriana to wear her costume to the party because I wanted to get your feed back on it, what do you think?”
It was of course the identical costume that Lindsay had worn to Becmeyer’s office that day she had got to suck on some delicious cock! The girl had obviously been chosen for her undeniable similarity in appearance to Lindsay, though she was several years younger than both Lindsay and London, but rather than be shocked, offended, or horrified at the prospect of it all, Lindsay could only stare at those large green brown eyes drunkenly gleaming at her from behind that yellow mask and hunger for those bright red juicy looking lips. Lindsay reached out a hand and shook the small gloved hand offered in response to her but she used the handshake to pull the girl in close to her throbbing body and kissed her deeply on the mouth. The girl hesitantly responded, her small mouth sour with booze but tart with the unmistakable heat of youth. Lindsay parted the kiss with a husky, ”hi.” And quickly attacked that mouth with an even more fevered kiss. Lindsay’s hands began to roam over the girls uncertain body and harshly commanded responses out of the young writhing torso. Some where Lindsay’s mind noted that the girl had undoubtedly never experienced another woman’s touch and considering her jerky hesitant reactions of leaps and bounds had perhaps never experienced anyone’s sexual touch before. But any qualms Lindsay may have had of molesting a young woman in a roomful of strangers sunk under the increasing sea storm of Lindsay’s own engulfing needs.
London made some witty comments and the room laughed at the satiric display Lindsay was forcing out of her increasingly uneasy look-alike. London’s comments became more derogatory and the air of the crowd changed into a more sneering menacing horde around Lindsay as they snarled out epitaphs at her, but Lindsay was too far gone in lust. She had some how managed to force the now sobbing squirming girl onto her knees and was aggressively thrusting her crotch rapidly against the young girls mouth. Lindsay had torn her panties aside and was panting heavily and hoarsely barking out epitaphs of her own when the young girl began to shriek and struggle fearfully against Lindsay’s furious assault of her face with her crotch. There were angry hands and loud yells and it took several drunken men to wrench the young girl free of Lindsay’s clamping wet hungry thighs. Lindsay was furious and shouted out curses at everyone, her unanswerable need unfulfilled her lust burning like a deathly disease with in her, she clutched at arms and tried to force iron kisses on any and all, but fists struck her aside and she ran with wraith like howls from the room and the house out into the foggy night.
London looked around her shocked. She realized even through her alcohol haze that things had slipped a notch too far. The room had turned edgy, ugly. Everyone present knew about London’s prank and scheme and they now looked at her with foul blame that it had some how gone wrong. London made her way to the sobbing young actress and tried to get in control of the situation by comforting the girl. True London had some truly blackmail worthy video in her possession now. but she couldn’t afford to let things turn against her by having her costar of a Dizzy Picture raped at ‘HER’ party, with so many present knowing she was secretly responsible for it. She couldn’t understand how it had gone so wrong so quickly, and London motioned to her large body guards who had suddenly entered the room to tend to the hysterical girl. London had planned on turning the guards lose on Lindsay and getting some good sluttish video of the red head going down on a circle of them, she had never thought those little pills would drive the girl to attack and rape the crying actress now being raised up off the floor by her body guards. How fucking odd, typical that Lindsay would botch up the whole affair of course, she should have expected that. London frowned at the actress, she was losing patients with her and snapped at her to grow up. The actress stopped wailing and London noticed for the first time as she held the girls chin some what roughly, that the actresses lips were blistered. ‘Hmmm, how fucking odd.’
CHAPTER EIGHT
The old man sat in his chair as he always did his small mouth gasping like a fish as his hands endlessly grasped at his clothes or the chair arms absently. It unnerved the body guard but he had grown used to it if not immune to its gnawing effect on the small little room the two of them now shared. The guard had asked the old man what he was afraid of as it obviously was something more menacing than the guard himself and he had found the old man less than clear in his responses. The guard chalked it up to the room’s obvious unpleasant memories and after telling the old man that if he gave him no trouble that all this would be over for both of them soon enough. The professor had simply looked away and groaned.
The guard picked up the novel he had been trying to finish for over a month now and headed into the bath room to read and use the toilet. The old man knew he would remain in there for over an hour to escape his own unsettling presence and being left alone that long made him increasingly uneasy.
What the old man dreaded and feared since London had him captured and forcibly removed from his reclusive grounds in the country now came to be just as he knew it would and the old man tried to steel himself to the task he knew lay a head of him. The dim lamps in the awful room began to shimmer and then ebb to a low smoky glow their filaments becoming a visible red wire in each dimming bulb. “I’ve been expecting you,” the old man mumbled to the cold chill hovering about in the room.
“I’m glad to hear that,” came back the disembodied voice, that seemed to float about and then congeal into a small slim shape in the darkest corner of the room. The figure parted from the shadows as a drip of water parts its self from a leaky pipe and stepped into the room much like a cat stepping through a window. “I would have been deeply offended if you hadn’t been.” The man merely moaned at the young dark haired girls face and tried hard not to cringe away as she approached him. “I have come to rescue you of course.” The lithe girl hissed. “No need to thank me.” She cocked her wild short haired head in pause, “ you of course knew I would come to save my maker. And from your fear you obviously know I have found out what you have done.” The groan from the old man trembled upon his lips and his eyes flinched away despite himself. “Do you really think I wouldn’t have known? That ‘I’ wouldn’t have felt the deed done! Your promise broken!”
“It’s not as you think,” the old man began weakly. “I had no choice but to give her the pills. But she doesn’t know their true use, she is only using them for the side effect of the power it has on a woman’s sexual drive.”
“Ha! You needn’t tell me about that, little aspect of it all.” The brunette leaned in toward the cringing man. She had short razor cut raven hair topping her attractive pale face. Her long angular limbs were clothed in short tight black midriff barring tank top and a dark brown leather jacket cropped high on her narrow waist. Her long fingered hands were covered in short open backed leather gloves, and her full hips were encased in tight leather pants with a large red belt that matched the choker about her neck. She wore heavy thick soled steel toed boots on her small feet and they clumped as she oozed forward across the thick carpet.
“You have nothing to worry about. There’s no threat to your unique status, she’s using them as some petty revenge on some frigid girl. It takes an exceptionally high sexual drive to allow the formula to trigger their true power and even then it takes a large dose of exposure. She’s only going to use one or two doses at the most. I had no choice! You have to believe me!”
“Liar! I can already feel the presence of another feeding upon the source of power!”
“But surly that can’t be? And even so, it would take thousands of such as your self connecting to the tantric shift before anyone individual would feel any kind of loss or drain of their own personal flow of power from the source. Even if she has some how trigged a new soul feeding upon it, it can’t threaten your own flow of power.”
“Ha! I would have thought my killing off all your other little ‘experiments’ would have made you realize by now that there can never be any ‘sharing’ of my power with any other, let alone one of your off the street sluts!”
“The overwhelming power that has proven so addictive to your nature has destroyed your mind and all your reasoning, you’re mad.” The old man said in a dead pan voice suddenly devoid of fear only tinge with infinite regret.
The thin brunette laughed and at that moment the Doctor shot out his hand from under his coat, in it a green vial attached to a hypo syringe gleamed meanly as he lunged toward the laughing figures exposed taught midriff.
The lanky brunette easily caught the old man by his impetuous wrist and held it and the hypo painfully wrenched up before her twisted face for a better view. “So, you have made an antidote! I knew I could never trust you!”
Grimacing, “you can use it on the other you sense! You needn’t kill them anymore!” The old man whined in pain and fear.
“You would have used it on me! Your first successful survivor and the only one truly fit to wield such power.” The woman snapped the doctor’s wrist as easily as a pencil and caught the gleaming hypo in her other gloved palm as it fell from his shattered grasp. “You are no longer as useful to me as you are a pesky danger.” The woman put the hypo into her leather jackets side pocket and snarled, “ still this may come in handy in the near future. But you surly won’t!” And with sighing giggles and snorts of glee she began to throttle his neck and snap the bones in the old man’s body, the popping and wet cracks continuing to meekly sound in the still room long after life had been shed from the ancient form.
The toilet flushed and the body guard entered into the room glancing over at the chair where the Professor seldom ventured forth and did a double take upon seeing it empty. “ Doctor Vander Kike?” The guard mumbled cautiously. He rushed over to the door only to find it bolted and chain locked from the inside. The window was also sealed and locked from the inside. Turning back to the eerily quiet room the guard noticed that a large seeping black stain now covered the professor’s chair!
CHAPTER NINE
The heat, burning churning but never consuming the ‘need’, that terrible wonderful need. Like gentle soft fragile spring petals dancing on the thermals of a hissing wet snapping forest fire sparked by high headed massy clouds of steel, the murky gray green heavy earthy scent thick in the nostrils, stinging and intoxicating the core of the mind as all reason sinks and pitches off the cracking fissuring bucking base. Striking loose flint thoughts primordial beyond tongue or conscious predicate, dim movers of shambling bulk of fate, all the world splinters and chaff born on a high wind of solar bliss. Lindsay had never tasted such lust as this, never danced and drowned again and again in such pirouetting swells. Her semblance of humanity flaked and pealed as coil after coil unrolled its self in tenting column restructuring base vertical against the base horizontal lost forever. For all the broiling fever of desire Lindsay felt cold in her skin deathly cold and the air about her deliciously warm and soothing to her impossible hunger, she tore at her clothes to let the warmth pour its drafts over her chilly shuddering skin, a blue shadow falling off the moon. Lindsay staggered forward blindly across the circular drive tearing off her clothes as her mouth shrieked in hideous moans a sole need driving her forward into the dark more pulling on a great lead than pushing form within, dimly aware that the change had occurred and her world now moved through new laws of survival and being. Stormy sky marbled above small to the wonder of the great raging storm bellow.
Lindsay began to become aware of the white blue rippling light sliding over her navel as darkest night ebbed about her and lanced back in recoil at her gasping staggering passing. The low glow flickered shimmered and then in a howl of painful rapture erupted in a rent of time and space birth way of gods. Lindsay saw her red thick honey dewed patch of pubic hair whisper then snake into bright orange flame. Her sobbing eyes watched numb as frantic finger splayed hands moved in angular spasms against the flaming mound beneath her dimming navel. Yet the bright steady flame burned not her hands or her body but licked in place of her engulfed pubic hair, a crotch of fire replacing her fire crotch. Her body felt cool the air about her continued to weave warm embraces, but with each haunting glimmer of her nest of flame twinkling in the wind howling night she could feel the uncontrollable desires bleeding themselves to a rapid thigh throbbing calm of steady pulse. The sanity threatening wall of lust fell to its knees and obeyed her perspiration beaded reason. With the willow-o-wisp of red flame now twitching steady above her swollen clit she could feel the steady controlled bleed off of the passions pouring through the rent of dimensions with in her soul. There was no fear but confusion continued to peck as a ravished crow at her unripe instinct in this now new world. Some little scrap told her to seek water to put out her burning body and though her entire calm self knew this to be unnecessary this small scrap was one of the last of lost world of a few moments before and its nostalgic familiarity won over her conscious efforts of will if not her entire hart of conviction. On legs as if new born Lindsay staggered down the snaking dark drive to the gate below which in turn would grant her access to the small road and then immediately to her right the slight rolling off of a hill back to the ocean pounding surf invisible in all but sound and scent behind the house rapidly falling behind her. Why she stumbled this long way about to reach the ocean rather than the more direct shorter path of retracing her steps and walking around the house and to its privet stairs leading down to the beach and ocean below can once again be understood by Lindsay trying to cling to the familiar of the quickly dismissing ship wreck of her entire past life dissolving before her very eyes. The path down the front of the house she had traveled before, she had never been around the back of the house before, Lindsay was desperately trying to find her way back to the life she knew was gone for ever by chasing quickly after the thoughts and memories of the recent shattered past, but it was fading fast and in her hart she knew there was no going back, she could see it destroyed not lost, dissolved not damaged, damned not disbanded, but on her limbs mechanically churned down the darkness now lit by her steady torch blazing fiercely between her legs. The tinny shred of a voice she followed quickly faded in the hailstorm of debris that had been her knowable world and her new voice of reason was still to weak to fill its void with any more than its enormous silent prescience. The shifting swirl of chaos vanished or became almost transparent when Lindsay reached the large heavy iron gate and without a moments hesitation ripped it from its tracks and crumpled it into a twisted pile against the far pillar, the surreal aspect of this which didn’t seem to surprise nor effect the stoic exhausted silence of her new instinct only caused a fresh twinge of panic in Lindsay, and the now tearing away of the veil revealing her new sense of inner self only seemed to threaten to erase her in face of its unaccustomed immensity, she felt dwarfed by it and found her self running now along the shoulder of the road looking for a place to cut back toward the ocean she could nether see nor hear in the dark mist and the new roar in her ears that her sudden show of power had raised with in her and the frightened sobs choking in her throat that was all she could manage in new world now forever stripped for her of gods and prayer.
CHAPTER TEN
He had almost fallen asleep, or perhaps he had drifted into that weird meld of conscious and subconscious state on the cusp of dream, but he shot bolt up right in his front seat at the sudden sound of rending screeching metal. A car wreck? He could make out nothing in the heavy fog outside his car window, but some how he knew there had been no wreck, there was none of the after sounds or the feeling of displaced gravity of heavy motion slamming to a halt. He was about to reach for the door handle behind him when he froze. There he could just make out a light. Someone was walking with a flash light, but it wasn’t a flash light, it looked to be an open flame, not a lantern surly, a torch? That seemed odd, but that had to be a torch of some kind. Someone walking with a torch along the costal highway in a fog with a mother of a storm about to break lose. The light didn’t cross the road and continued instead down the opposite side of the fog bound high way until it began to slowly become engulfed by dark and mist. The driver shot out of the car and walked fast to where the light had vanished trying to close the distance fast before he lost its movement of direction. He was certain that this light and the immediate predecessor of the loud crashing sound was the cause of his anxiety and he hurried to catch up to it before he lost the only thread of a solution to his gnawing nerves that would give him release.
As the driver nearly broke into a jog in the thick wet mist that wallowed over all of him dissolving all but the oddly loud clicking of his leather soled shoes on the tarmac and his still buzzing anxiety, he thought of all the times he had found himself doing similar things as this, waiting watching becoming involved in the invisible around him because of the compulsive itch that would suddenly bloom within him. He understood why, of sorts, that this was happening to him, that is he knew when the ‘curse’ had began, and it was a curse, a punishment, a sin being tolled for a terrible crime of his youth. But whither it was some god of divine or diabolical retribution or his own demanding will he could not say. But he knew it had all began in increasing intensity and occurrence from the moment of his sisters death. He had always been the most reliable of young boys and the best of big brothers that any parent had ever known, but on that hot summer day so many, many years ago he had left his sister alone playing in a crowd of friends on the beach while he was swallowed by teenage passions and stole off with a young classmate to have his first sexual experience. His sister had drowned. Other adults had been there, it had been a tragic accident, but he had never been the same afterwards. He was haunted not by her lost spirit but by his own unflinching guilt shame and misery. Ever since that day of sorrow he had began to feel a sudden pang of anxiety here or there, sometimes it was seemingly attached to a place sometimes a person once it had even been a car and another an article of clothing. It had taken several failed horrors for him to fumble through to the understanding of it. At first he had simply done nothing, walked on, naturally perplexed at the strange mix emotions that made no continuity of sense to his on going world, but then he would hear the tragic news or hear of the terrible event that had occurred in that place or in relation to that item or person and he would suddenly realize he could have saved that life could have stopped that horror if he had only been there to do something and all the terrible nightmares of the years after his sisters death would rush back over him for months of near suicidal depression. He quickly learned that the anxiety could be erased if he simply waited at the place or followed the person until the near event occurred and he tried to do something about it. Whither he succeed or failed it didn’t mater to the old nightmares as long as he waited watched and tried to help, but failures brought new horrors and success brought no sense of elation only the relief of the anxiety of the pending event. Years of living with the stigmata of the situation had taught him several things about it and the world in general; first, the ‘calling’ as he termed it to himself seemed only to stem from what would have been an event without witness. That is, it seemed to involve a situation in which a lone person ( though on a couple of occasions it had been animals in trouble much to his initial confusion frustration and then relief) who found themselves suddenly in a dangerous situation seemingly out of the blue with no one around to lend any kind of help, except him. Sometimes it was a drunk staggering out of the dark to suddenly fall into a construction ditch knocked unconscious bleeding badly certain death in an hour or two. Sometimes a falling piece of debris if it hits crippling death a shout or a shove and life goes on with nothing more ugly than a scraped knee. That brought him the knowledge of the second rule of his new reality, if he was successful and the tragedy was avoided the event its self became an nonentity of substance. That is, he found himself excusing himself often to people he had just rescued from death who could only see his rude yelling or grabbing or so forth. Escaping death made that very death small and trite and invisible, no one had ever thanked him only gave him uncertain looks until the situation seemed to let go of them and the fraction of a second daze in their eyes gave way to that return of pompous self of being and an awkward moment made them almost angry that a stranger had to help them from what had surly been at the most a slight day to day accident if it had indeed been allowed to occur. People didn’t like to be ‘saved’ in fact they despised you for it and he had learned to quickly vanish and make nothing of the successful moments. The third thing he had learned was that there was nothing worse than to be found beside a failure. Death was a mistake in everyone’s mind and to be at such a scene as witness and to have let death succeed was paramount to a crime in and of its self in the subconscious eyes of the world. In the eyes of the police it was much, much worse. To be at the site of one bad accident was suspicious, two was indeed grounds for a life time of harassment, and three was accompanied by physical abuse to add as a side dish to the physiological horror that the ‘law’ felt its just due to deal out by whim of passing ‘gut’ driven judgment. The driver had been fortunate enough to have far more successes than failures and that his job as a limo driver had given him sufficient excuses for a number of the failures as many of them had been individuals his job had randomly introduced his contact with either as costumers or passersby. In most cases he had simply vanished as soon as possible, the overwhelming driving force vanishing the moment the event had occurred, what ever that event might be.
The diver now ran the last few strides in the blind fog until his feet crunched on the gravel shoulder of the road peering hard into the heavy mist above him the sound of the storm growing loud and threatening to lower at any second into the bowl of the ocean side cliffs. His apprehension ringing as high as ever, it always felt as if ‘his’ life were the one in great pending jeopardy every time, he finally caught sight of the flickering red flame winding a few yards ahead of him, with a grunt of discouragement he realized the figure had left the road side and had made its way down into the ditch and the hills of dunes along the ocean he knew lay not very far beyond. He bit his tongue to taste the blood and wash away the sharp dry tang of fear choking his throat and forced himself forward barking his shin on the invisible guard rail in the process. Blindly he stumbled on tripping and sliding in the white gray haze desperately trying to keep the parent of his vision in view but the torch light seemed to vanish and reappear at strange intervals and it took him several wasted shouts of breath before he realized that the disappearance was due to the light being held before the body of the invisible figure that was undoubtedly moving away from him and he was only catching glimpses of the flickering flame when the figure turned to the side as it moved about a dune or sought some other path of least resistance. Either it was ignoring him or else couldn’t hear him amidst the lowering roar of the wind and growing boom of the nearing surf, he decided on the latter and putting himself in much danger quickened his blind pace and raced pell-mell after the peek-a-boo flame.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
London had sobered up enough to fathom a hasty retreat was in most dire order and blowing a kiss at the increasingly dour host, a forty-ish man desperately trying to be twenty again, she packed up her squad of body guards and grabbed a hold of her little co-star and bundled the whole lot of them into their waiting limo and with a bark sent it balling down the drive. London had worse nights, things had pitched a bit, but over all she had managed to obtain her desired goals. The little fame whore slut sitting next to her, slowly pulling herself together wouldn’t be hard to manage back into line. London gave her a smile now and the young woman gave her a return half smile which made her wince at her blistered lips. London gave her a big girl hug and they giggled a little as the girl hesitantly got her bearings. “Thick skin,” London purred. “We need it in our profession and our lives if we want to survive.” And the Lindsay clone nodded to herself and screwed her face up into a business apathy of the seasoned clubber.
The car ground to a halt at what was left of the twisted ruin of the gate but London barked her guards out and they struggled the iron railings far enough back to allow for the passage of her vehicle and it was all that concerned her. She snapped them back to the car just as the rains poured down and the winds began to tare at the fog, and both girls began laughing loudly at the soaked men as they slid and stumbled back into the vehicle. She stopped them at her door and sent them all to the front seat where they sat bunched together soaked and jammed shoulder to shoulder and both girls burst out laughing again as London shook her head at the stupidity of men! London poured both of them a drink from the mini-bar and her mind raced as she began planning how she would revise her new opportunities, she paused smiled at her companion and beamed. “It’s too late to take you all the way back home. You’ll be my guest at my hotel. Luxury suite for the rest of the weekend, I insist!” The young girl almost burst her face with glee! She was an up and coming talent in the Dizzy stables but she still had no real money and lived at home with her roommate in a small apartment in a not very nice section of town. But she pleaded for London to let her swing by her apartment to pick up some clothes and things, much to London’s displeasure. In the end London saw the girl would not be swayed from the idea and chalked it up to the booze and the nights earlier experience shrugging off her attempts at offering her some of her own clothes and a shopping spree tomorrow, London shifted gears and simply agreed whole heartedly with the young girl and insisted that her room mate join them as well. The girl was ecstatic and London mimed in with every gushing blushing laugh pouring them more drinks and purring what good friends they all were. The car obeyed London’s snap of a voice and wheeled off toward the apartment in question a few hours away. London giggled at the girl and nuzzled her neck, she was reassured that everything was going to be just right as she noticed that the girl parted her legs eagerly in response to her breathy nibbles at her ear lobe and she poured them yet another drink. Everything was going to be just ‘fine’.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Lindsay could not hear the surf nor see the mounds of sand she swayed gracefully over despite the rather large area of ground her flaming crotch lit up in the churning night. But she could tell it was only a few strides before her, the expensive man made small privet beach sloped a little too aggressively into the surf but Lindsay felt no apprehension as she sauntered to it. There was an instinct feeding into her as sweetly as the new power welling up like a struck underground spring and she could fathom it in chunks of emotions but not yet in coherent rational directives. There was also the remains of her previous inner voice and it tugged her on to the ocean waters its fear of her burning still louder than the new reasoning still new born. Lindsay followed this fractured old voice of reason even though she knew she was in no danger from the flame burning where her pubic mound of bright red hair had been. The flame seemed self contained, it wasn’t spreading, and it did not seem to hurt her or consume her flesh in any way. It just burned ever so brightly and beautifully, her little crotch of flame. She kind of liked it now, that her initial fear had subsided, and she could sense with that new still feeble voice of reason that the flame was consuming however slowly her flood of lusts. That it was somehow bleeding off her uncontrollable sexual passions leaving her in a blissful state of aftermath. Yet still she moved to the great wet stretching before her even as her hands began to lazily play and twirl the strands of flame about her fingers just as she use to play with the oily sweet red pubs as she lounged naked beside her pool. A jet of foam struck her ankles and the cold shock of it stunned her momentarily. Some where the new little voice tried to say something loud, something important, but Lindsay frowned at it as her feet took another step or two for balance upon the rock hard sand. The new voice of her mind was still too new a language not yet familiar and Lindsay hesitated to gleam its meaning. She teetered in the cold water her mind lost in puzzlements in just a step or two she had gone from dry land to wet ocean and in the next instant a wave struck her full in the stomach. Her mind shrieked and Lindsay gasped! The cold wet heavy water put out her flaming crotch and with it Lindsay’s consciousness. She fell crumpled into the waves passed out oblivious of the surge spinning her about and tugging her lifeless body out to sea.
At the last possible moment when salt water foam rolled her face downward into the ocean swell and her lungs dimly chocked at the bitter heavy draught, a powerful hand clamped her shoulder and the driver began to struggle to lug her unconscious body back to the distant shore. The driver emerged with his burden from the great raging sea and was relieved to find the body still alive. His clothes and shoes ruined his shin bleeding his ankle swollen from a bad twist and his entire body exhausted he picked up the inert form and struggled to carry it back to the road. He realized it was the red head he had taken to the party which had somewhat surprised him, he was always surprised as to who and what the event would be, and he paused briefly to figure out what he should do with her once he reached the road. His instinct at the beach had been to get her to the house at once and call for an ambulance, but the house had apparently sent her out into the stormy night naked and drugged out of her mind. He didn’t think returning to that house now bode well for her further safety or his. He once again checked her breathing and pulse, he had been a medic in the war and he was fairly certain that she had no injuries and was in no real medical danger for the immediate moment. He decided to take her to the car and drive her back to the city himself. She was a very famous celebrity after all and a lack of discretion on his part could ruin both their careers in a paparazzi heartless beat. He would take her to her agents house it wasn’t far an hour or more, she seemed to be sleeping off what ever she had been imbibing and her pupils seemed alright in the cars interior light. The driver went to the trunk and took out his spare coat and an emergency kit blanket and put both of them over the sleeping girl lying now prone on the back seat of the limo. He frowned at the slight smell of burnt hair that lingered about her and remembering the torch she had been caring searched her limbs and torso for burn marks but gratefully found none. Her scalp of long thick flowing red hair seemed alright as well and he went back to covering her up unable to help noticing in passing that the famous celebrity kept her snatch closely shaved bald and shook the thought out of his mind and rushed back to the front seat to get them both out of this uneasy place. For some reason the anxiety hadn’t disappeared as it normally did and he was becoming increasingly frightened despite his long years of dealing with fears of all kinds. The limo shot out onto the road just as the heavens ripped open and the storm came flooding down upon them, he knew from his previous attempts that his cell phone would be useless until he cleared these bluffs and he pressed the accelerator down hard trusting to the weight of the large car to keep them upon the rapidly flooding road. Behind him a pair of headlights swung out and fell into pace but they vanished from his narrowed eyes in the rearview mirror with the first turn of the road and he did not see them again in the long drive back to the city.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
London’s limo left the storm somewhere behind them in the suburbs and found the rather shabby apartment building in a surreal silence of a three a.m. stillness that left the wet and uncomfortable guards sullen and uneasy as they found no response to their attempts to arouse the young girls room mate. London and the now very drunk and horny girl decided that the room mate must not be at home and all planed thoughts of gathering up some clothes and such were long gone after the heavy petting and hot panting ride. London was less than happy that the men had disturbed her ‘discussion’ with her fellow actress and snarled in almost peevish whines to get them back to the Hotel at once! The young actress in her now rumpled and disheveled costume also felt the need to get out and bark her anger at the confused and exasperated crowed of flunkies much to London’s howls of rapturous laughter. The men grimaced and forced thin smiles and moved back into the front seat of the car, behind them a group of eyes watched somewhat half amused half irritated at the low comic spectacle. The eyes returned to their task at hand. They belonged to a small group of young men who were waiting behind another man who was busy sweating over a small electrical hand held pad, the pad was inserted into the lock of a custom sports car. The lock was being stubborn but the man working on it needed this car and one more besides tonight to make his quota and subsequently the balloon payment on his student loan. He and most of the men around him where the new breed of street gangs. They didn’t carry weapons, they didn’t wear ‘colors’, they didn’t waste time claiming turf, they were business men of the street. They were after money and they did it with a cold ruthless efficiency that had no room for any kind of proud boasting or public image, they lived quiet invisible lives and pulled what they needed off the street like fisher men pull their lively hood out of the sea. But the old ‘gangs’ still lingered on like dinosaurs, and they clumsily tried to continue to run large group operations in face of the more successful independent loners, and they continued to fail to adapt and continued to flop around and endanger all around them in their death struggles. One such of these was standing behind the man working at the sports car lock now, and he was the only one who did not take his eyes off the spectacle taking place through the chain link fence of the car lot and across the street from where they worked in the shadows of the freshly broken street light.
Suddenly he hissed and whipped out a chrome plated hand gun from the front of his pants, the man working on the car alarm system ignored him. The now enraged man was old school, and his presence steamed from his life time of being in the street gang that now no longer really existed. Like most of the old gang members he spent most of his life in prison where many of the dinosaurs still ran the old style of brotherhood gangs into extinction. Now he was in his late forties with the drug rotted mind of a sixteen year old and he was once again on the street and back to his ‘turf’ and gang despite it no longer being anything like it once was. He now turned to the group of young men and snarled, “that’s the cunt!” He went on to hiss that he was positive that he had recognized the young woman who had attacked his brother in the street and left him now in the hospital. Revenge wasn’t part of the new order, nor was intimidation, or respect, or any of that hollow vast expanse of wasted effort that kept the old gangers such easy marks for the police, the man at the car lock ignored the shaggy haired banger and kept working. But one or two others minds too small for a life out on the streets found the old stories impressive as a young boy may marvel over the tattoos of a pirate on a train on the way to a boarding school, and they leaned in intently to the dead ends rant. “That’s her,” he nearly screamed. “She’s even wearing the same uniform!”
“We have a job,” was all the man at the lock said coldly.
“My brother has to squat to piss now!” The old man raged. It was true they had to remove both his ruptured testicles and his damaged penis, though one had to wonder how much effort the doctor had made to save the ‘tackle’ of a repeat sex offender out on the street after his second convicted rape?
“Do what you want, Samuel.” The cold voice whispered from behind its unflinching back. But in his hart the man was relieved when the angry man stormed off and happy to note only two of the less reliable men joined him. He had no doubt that all three would be back in jail soon from this decision and he was glad to be rid of them. The lock clicked open and the man motioned one of the remaining three to take over the operation, despite the ominous clouds moving over head the night was proving most beneficial. He turned around and watched Samuel and his two ‘goons’ rush the limo that was struggling to turn around in the street and with gun waving managed some how to force themselves into the back seat. The doors slammed shut and after a strange silent pause the limo lumbered away while lighting flashed silently in the sky over head. ‘Heat lightning,’ the young man thought as he mused at the sky above him, ‘odd for this time of year.’
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The driver of Lindsay’s limo was lost. He had thought he knew here Lindsay’s agent had lived as he had picked Lindsay up from there twice before though she had never recognized him, but now he was unsure of where the nice house had been located, it wasn’t here in this run down slum that was sure. The large extensive construction and one way detours hadn’t helped and neither had his passengers waking up with a loud start only to slip back into a groggy half dazed state. He had been trying to drive and navigate and talk to the weirdly responding girl when the headlights of a car coming down a single lane one way detour street the wrong way at alarming speed caused him to jerk the wheel and smash headlong into the grilled window of a small boutique lining the odd residential mix of small shops and walk up flats. There hadn’t been any time to break and the impact sent the car well into the large front display window of the shop. The oncoming car had unfortunately swerved in the same direction that he had owning to the concrete dividers preventing it from swerving in the opposite direction and complicated the crash by plowing into the side of the limo’s front driver’s side quarter panel. The driver first ascertained that Lindsay was alright though still dazed and then carefully crawled out the passenger side of his car and made his way around the window perched vehicle to find himself staring in amazement at yet another limo! He quickly moved to the door of the car nearest him and found the front seat full of large men in rumpled suits rubbing their heads and an excited driver who climbed out over them shouting at him. It took several minutes but Lindsay’s driver finally was able to understand that the car that had rammed into him was in the employment of London an up and coming new actress and famous celebrity and that she and her friend another young actress had been kidnapped right out of the car just a few minutes before! It turned out that a group of men with guns had forced their way into the car off the street and had forced the driver to drive them for several blocks and then had ordered them to pull up along side a dilapidated large storage building. While the gun men where dragging the two young women out of the car and one of the body guards from the front seat, the driver had seen his chance and had raced off with the what remained of the body guards and himself to get help. The gun men had gathered up all their cell phones and the driver had raced madly to gain enough distance and safety before stopping and finding a phone. Unfortunately he had only managed to make it a few blocks before he had crashed blindly into this other limo! The man seemed near hysterics and the driver tried to calm him down even as he tried to keep an eye on Lindsay who was walking around stark naked and listening to the excited ranting man who found her lack of clothing interesting despite his own dilemma. The driver noticed the other men weren’t exiting the vehicle and looking over them again he found two of them with head injuries he called the other driver to help him and they began to attend to the injured men who were bleeding profusely as head wounds have a tendency to do. During this the driver failed to notice that Lindsay had simply disappeared.
Lindsay’s mind was still in a daze from the forced unconscious state thrust upon her from her fire crotch being put out by the ocean’s flood, but she did realize that London and others were in a very desperate state just a few blocks up the street from her, and some how she realized that in some odd way ‘she’ was indirectly responsible. Maybe it was something of the incoherent ramblings of London’s driver who kept repeating how the gun men had insisted they knew the young actress in the costume and were going to make her pay for what she had done, or may be it was her new little voice of consciousness who was alone now but still small in her dazed mind. What ever it was, Lindsay felt a need to help London and the young actress who she dimly remembered trying to feel up at the party. Lindsay also realized that she was naked walking about the wreckage of a shop and two cars with broken glass and twisted metal all about her bare feet, she then noticed a pair of boots a size to small and a leather pair of pants also too small and some kind of jacket horribly torn amidst the rubble. Looking closer she realized the shop they had plowed into was some sort of clothing store and she climbed up on the hood of the car and carefully entered the shop via its shattered window and smashed security grill.
The shop indeed was a clothing store, but of a slightly unique nature, it turned out to be a bondage wear shop, resplendent with leather masks, ball gags, whips, suicide stiletto heeled boots, cat suits, corsets, the whole bit. Lindsay walked around feeling no sense of time and chose her ensemble at a leisurely pace but with assured decisions that made her moments there rapid indeed. Size was the deciding matter in most selections made, the shop was small and Lindsay made use of what was immediately on display rather than going larking about in the back store rooms, still she was a long seasoned pro at couture and she set her eye to work with rapid demarcation.
In the end Lindsay found her items and picking up a large container of talcum powder began to liberally dust her body with the experience that come to a young woman who has worn a lot of leather and latex in her career, and body prepped began to dress in her attire. When several minutes latter Lindsay Lowhand slipped out unseen from the little bondage shop and past the busy men at the car wreck not even the most intuitive of the paparazzi would have recognized her! Her wobbly steps became more reassured and her movements more graceful as the daze slipped from her and she felt the heady rush of her lusts beginning to return in an almost frightening deluge! Yet with the return of those building damns of raging hormones there also returned a smooth grace and confidence to her limbs and mind that spun her golden under the shaking street lights twisting shadows.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
London twisted in her bonds. Her hands were tied in a greasy cord that pulled her up on to her tip toes and half dangled her from the rafter lost in the shadows over head. She frowned and fumed and then glared over at the only remaining body guard she had left and narrowing her eyes at his tied up form hissed, “what do I pay you for?”
The body guard raised his head up off the floor where he was bound hand and foot and meekly raising an eye brow hesitantly answered, “bouncy bouncy?”
London clicked her tongue in disgust and looked away, “then I’m paying you ‘way’ too much.” She looked back at the young red headed actress across from her who was like wise dangling from an over head rope. The stupid jackasses who had attacked them seemed entirely focused on her though London couldn’t fathom why? The group of three men were fully engrossed in tormenting the sobbing wretch who looked oddly in place what with her being in a super heroine costume and being tied up in a warehouse with threatening hoodlums mulling about her it lent a sort of common place to what should have been a rather baffling surreal situation. London noted that where the men had torn aside part of the girls skirt and sequined panties, what was her name again? Oh well, it didn’t matter, any way London could make out that the girl had a very fair blonde muff down there, obviously Nort had had the girls hair dyed red, and the torn costume top revealed that the costumes cups had been heavily padded with gel inserts London doubted the girl was even a ‘B’ cup. Each artifice of revelation had elated the oldest of the gang who seemed to take a perverse delight in any ‘flaw’ he could find in the terrified girl. London meanwhile wondered if her own ‘gang’ of idiots would manage to bring the police back here before one of these bozo’s realized it was only a matter of a few minutes before the limo reached a phone. Ugh, men are so stupid but at least this time it would prove helpful, the police would catch these men easily enough, any second come barreling through that door, and her new actress friend would surly find this recent event certainly diminished anything that may have occurred at London’s party. Yes, things seemed alright enough, if she could just manage to stay alive for the next fifteen minutes or so, this could easily be turned into several months of talk show spot light gigs not to mention what it would mean for ticket sales to her movie!
London was puzzled why it was taking the three men so long to get their dicks out and start raping the crying girl, when after all that seemed the natural course of events here, when there was a sudden coldness in the air and a deep hush that even the three laughing men noticed, only the sobbing girl seemed oblivious of it. Soon every head but the crescent falling one of the subjected girl was craning about on necks looking in a strange perplexed fascination as before their very eyes the shadows seemed to grow, visibly lengthen across the floor as if they were water spilled from a vessel.
Then from no where a raven short haired girl stepped forward and before London’s wide eyes she began slapping the three men around as a dog might toss about a small rag doll. She broke arms, legs, and with a long wicked grin stripped one young man naked and squeezed out an impossibly large erection from him and then forced it into the anus of the large older man, she manipulated the two men in her hunched over arms and legs as if they were paper dolls and slapped their bodies together until it was obvious that he had climaxed into the shaggy haired mans fat ass. Then she reached around and tore the penis that engorged at her touch from the older man’s body and shoved the bloody twitching member into his own mouth, only then did she stop toying with the shattered bodies of the men and let them slip out of sight into the thickening shadows leaving only an odd disembodied moan behind. She moved into the center of the crowded warehouse just between London and the young actress all whom she ignored and whispered, “She’s close now. I almost had her before but lost her, but not this time. This time she is coming to me, and she’s very close.” And the young woman laughed and the shadows flickered as she did like wincing cats before a flood.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Lindsay stopped before the large building that was sandwiched at the corner intersection. She knew this was the building she was seeking but she couldn’t say to herself how it was she came about with such a certainty of knowledge. Still she knew. There was tremendous danger within the silent old building and it wasn’t a danger brought about by a few men with guns, she knew that as well, she also knew that she had to prepare herself for the task ahead of her and very carefully Lindsay Lowhand reached down to her exposed hairless crotch and began to furiously stroke her already swollen clitoris. The lusts had been building with every stride but it would take a direct manipulation to bring the fevers to a boil. Her fingers danced and her breath shot of her in broken edge jags of exploding warmth, her eyes rolled back into her head and her lips parted on her freckled face as she gasped and sighed her self closer and closer to orgasm. Her whole body began to spasm and shake and she found she needed to use both hands in desperate struggles to match her insatiable will. As she neared climax her navel began to glow in that eerie blue light and as she felt her knees began to pitch and sway her crotch burst into flame. Where her red pubic hair would never again grow now licked up a patch of red and orange fire it danced crazily in agitated magnificence and Lindsay found her self struggling to tare her hands away from her clit as she teetered on the brink of near orgasm. She knew if she came the fire would snuff out and with it her incredible siphon of power, she also knew that the flame slowly consumed up her lusts and if she let them bleed all the way down with out re-stoking the embers so to speak the flame would also go out, she also knew that if the flame was extinguished without either first burning off all her lust or by being put out by orgasm that the sudden severance from the fount of power would cause her to collapse unconscious as it had before and she would not regain consciousness until some of the lust with in her returned. All these things Lindsay now knew, could feel, could see with the eye of instinct, as clearly as that read and learned by rote through a book.
With the flame licking between her thighs Lindsay felt her uncontrollable swelling lusts even out and smooth into a calm desire, a desire without the desperation, a sexual need she could just manage to control, and with it she eyed the building before her and strode toward it. Fire Crotch entered the building.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
London was debating wither it was wiser to say nothing or try to open up a discourse with the little homicidal maniac who had just murdered three men in the most twisted of sexual perverse fashion she could have ever imagined thus freeing them from their captors but had then proceeded to leave them helpless and ignored in their bonds. Instinct said be quiet wait for the cops, but London was a person conditioned to command and felt she had a right to own every situation she found her self in and so she was about to open her mouth to speak when it fell open of its own accord and just hung there in disbelief.
A figure had just entered the room. A figure dressed from head to toe in shinny red vinyl had just sauntered up from behind a corridor of crates and pallets into the center of the room. London gawked at it and struggled to take it in, in the end she was reduced to breaking it up into components to best try and catalog the image. First it was wearing red shiny boots that blended into the skin tight all body cat suit also of red shiny vinyl but the entire crotch of the suit was missing and above a pale bald pussy burned what seemed a large patch of fire where one would normally expect to see a mound of pubic hair. The fire gleamed wickedly and thrashed about in fury but did not seem to consume the figure nor produce any smoke. The skin tight suit continued up where it struggled to encase what even under the latex and vinyl were an impressive display of breast and two very imprudent nipples aggressively digging their way out from under the second taught skin of the suit. Above these twin wonders was a beautiful young face, the lower half exposed through an opening in the red pull over latex hood that also blended into the high necked cat suit. The large eyes peered through the upper masks eye slits and were joined by a vast swath of red hair that likewise spilled out of its own opening and tumbled down as a vast lions mane to the small of the slim woman’s back. London was first stunned then impressed she had never seen such a vision of beauty and yet frightening power. London quickly glance at her companions to judge their reactions as well, only to find both of them had apparently passed out from the recent display the brunette had made out of their three captors, ugh, London rolled her eyes.
“Nice,” the brunette smiled at the crimson figure standing spread legged with her hands on her hips before her. “I must say the others were usually struck dumb with fear at the first contact with the power, but you, well, you definitely have flair, don’t you?”
“I am Fire Crotch! Why have you taken these women captive?” Fire Crotch hoped her voice didn’t betray her confusion. Wasn’t it suppose to be a few men with guns?
“An appropriate if unimaginative name. I guess I would be… Shadow Strike, then. As far as anybody else in this room or this world none of them matter, there’s only you and me and soon there will only be me.” Shadow Strike leaped forward and landed several hard blows with fist and boots on Fire Crotch which sent the confused and hesitant girl staggering back wards, but she managed to catch a kick by crumpling into it and the contact caused Shadow Strike to howl like a banshee. She staggered back even as Fire Crotch scurried back to get some distance from the impossibly fast woman who punched like a fist of crow bar. Fire Crotch hadn’t expected that, she had expected her new strength to make her invulnerable to bullets and the like, but that fucking hurt! Apparently increased strength and a flaming crotch didn’t mean an increased immunity to pain or the like, fuck! Fire Crotch spit blood from her split lip and tried to shake the stars out of her eyes, fearing to find another fist sandwich in her blinking face. But Shadow Strike was too busy patting out the smoldering remains of her t-shirt. Her waist was already starting to blister from where it had come into contact with that bitches flaming cherries jubilee! Shadow Strike winced in pain, she had never known anyone who could still be drawing breath after just one good shot and she was certain she had landed several of her hardest blows on that bitch! She hissed as she tried to straighten up, at least one of her ribs were broken or cracked where the little match stick had punched her off herself. Shadow Strike fumbled for the hypo and its green glass tube, fuck a fair fight, she needed to take this bitch down fast she was already drawing enough power to match her own and that little flaming twat of hers seemed to neutralize her own power over the shadows, “you must have been one hell of a slut before scarping down Vander Kike’s pills. But no matter my little hot box I’ve something to fix you right up.” And holding the injector hypo firmly in her fist Shadow Strike launched her self with a scream of insane rage at Fire Crotch!
Fire Crotch couldn’t make out what Shadow Strike was ranting about there was an entire high school marching band heavy on the brass soldiering between her ears and she only wanted to figure out how to find some safe place she could catch a second or two to recover her sense of balance when the she monster was upon her again spitting in unfathomable hate! Their bodies collided and smashed through a pile of steel band re-enforced crates, disappearing in a hail of Styrofoam peanuts that hissed and popped if they came into contact with Fire Crotch’s open flame. The two combatants weaved in and out of the shadows of the warehouse cursing screaming and crying in anguished frustration in their extreme exertions. Finally Fire Crotch emerged from the shadows her pussy a dying ember of smoldering flame her head clutched in her shaking hands her costume ripped and blistered in a dozen places her large breasts spilling out of a nasty slash of her costume across her chest. Behind Shadow Strike calmly followed her a smug smile on her face watching Fire Crotch stumble helplessly into the center of the room. Then Shadow Strike stopped suddenly and looked down at her stomach in shock, there the little hypo stood stuck in her waist all the green liquid gone except for a little bit that trickled out of the pin prick puncture as she pulled it out of her in a horrified daze. Fire Crotch pulled herself together and turned to face her adversary for one last struggle, bur Shadow Strike shook her head in tears and her face in anguish fled into the dark of a pile of boxes and when Fire Crotch tweaked her nipples rekindling her dying flame with a thick wet sigh the reinvigorated light from her flaming crotch revealed the pile of boxes but no Shadow Strike she had vanished into thin air.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
London looked over her new applicants for body guards with a well studied eye, each stood with hands behind their backs, naked, skin well oiled and glistening, in one hand she held a specially made ruler that only began its first hash mark of measurement at the fifteen inch mark and didn’t end until it reached a respectable forty five inches. In the other hand she held her glass of iced smoothie which she sipped at between inspections. Her cell phone rang. “Hold that,” she stated flatly and slapped the measuring stick harshly between the buttocks of one of her naked applicants. It made a nice reassuring thwack! As it stuck between his crack and she smiled when his face turned scarlet but he said nothing. “Hello. Oh hi Lindsay, no I’m still doing fine. And thank you for the roses yes it was a lovely premier! I can’t believe how ridiculously well my film is doing! You really must see the new head of Dizzy so much better than that old slime ball Nort! I’m having a little get together this weekend and you simply MUST attend. I can introduce you to her she’s an old friend of the families goes way, way back. I told her that I simply Must have you in the upcoming sequel. Good you’ll come. Fantastic. Love.” London keyed off the cell phone and waltzed back to her deck chair and the little table next to it. She poured some more ice into the blender on the table and some fruit and vodka, of course Lindsay would come Lowhand’s last picture bombed like crazy and the recent internet pictures of her sexually assaulting some look-alike of her in the now popular costume of Heat Lightning’s little side kick had of course scandalized and momentarily de-railed her career. She was desperate for work, London laughed. Of course she had never let on that she had known that the girl calling herself Fire Crotch was actually Lindsay and the other two ‘survivors’ hadn’t even seen her only the psycho nut who had disappeared with the three men. The police had found nothing in their investigation and had concluded that the whole sexual mutilation the guard and the young girl had seen where some kind of hallucination. London pushed this conclusion hard and so the whole thing had ended before it even began. London opened the small box that had contained all the jars of little red pills that Vander Kike had originally sent her, sadly it now only contained one last jar with only a bout half a dozen pills in it. London poured some of them into the blender and put the cover on and punched the button, the little machine whirled to life. London poured the concoction into her glass and began sipping at it. She had already consumed dozens of the little red pills over the course of the last several days and the results had been most satisfactory. The tart liquid made her chest burn and she looked down at what had been a little ‘A’ cup of a chest just last week at the large swelling of her ‘J’ cup chest now. She could feel the breasts swelling and it made her pussy deliciously warm. There were side effects, lactation being one of them and of course with every little drink she needed to be properly serviced and she looked out with utter contempt at the twenty naked men sprawled passed out on the uncut grass their backs covered in scratches and whip marks many still were tied up in their leather harnesses, even the gardeners son hadn’t been able to quench her fire, it was time to try something else. London knew she only needed to find her trigger, she could sense the incredible power lying just out of reach she could feel that over whelming potential in each jostle of her perfect breasts, but though she chased orgasm after orgasm she couldn’t unlock it. London stretched out on her little pool lounge chair and let her white robe fall open displaying her brown tan naked body underneath all five of the men she had been interviewing for her vacant body guard positions came simultaneously and collapsed to the lawn moaning and twitching. She had forgotten about them. One thing was for certain her power of sexual allure over men was now immeasurable, she could make a seventy year old Pope cum in his robes by just looking at him, she knew this for a fact when she had done just that on whim while in Rome for the holiday. The poor old geezer had fallen over dead from a hart attack but at least he had died with the first smile seen on his face in thirty odd years. Still something was missing, London snapped her fingers and the new head of Dizzy Studios came rushing over to her. London carefully removed one of the last red pills from the box and slid it up her pussy, the young studio head fell upon her cunt with ravishing licks and suckling. London moaned, “yes Ms. Strike that little Lindsay Fire Crotch is going to have to meet you at my party. It’s a shame your powers have become so diminished. Not even new doses of the drug seem capable of reinstating them. Still I’m certain I can find a way for my little CEO to regain her old powers won’t I? But we’ll have to get you a wig darling so Lindsay won’t recognize that short little bob of yours. That’s it, oh yes. Oh that so very, very good. You have hidden talents darling, I can tell we are all going to be such very, very good friends. That’s it, that’s it, now come up here and help mommy drain off some of this milk. Oh god! Oh God! I can feel it! I Can -”
At the same instant across town, Lindsay Lowhand paused at the small little sewing machine she had just bought that morning. Her new costume that she had been designing for several weeks was slowly taking shape. She had been reluctant to even start working on it when her new full time driver had showed up and told her something terrible was about to happen, something ‘big’. Something he said he himself couldn’t handle on his own. She hadn’t asked him what he meant or how he had known she had her ‘new’ powers. In fact he seemed to just accept that she was who he was to turn to and never questioned how or in what way she could help. So she had hired him on the spot to be her one and only full time privet driver for no sane reason and he had driven her around town collecting up what she needed for her new costume. The two of them had an unspoken understanding that replaced the trust of her last few drivers high paid loyalty and she welcomed the invisible nature of it. True her new driver had pulled her out of the surf that night she had discovered her powers but he had then gone on to crash the limo that same night, still she felt a strong senses of trust toward him and he seemed to reciprocate that in a business like demeanor. But now she paused as she had sensed something just over her shoulder and when she turned she didn’t see the room behind her but instead a great ball of fire and on the other side of that fire were two figures, indistinct, hazy. One was an enormous breasted woman who’s breasts throbbed with power, the other a small woman all in dark with lesser power but malicious in her hart. Lindsay recognized the aura of the second one as Shadow Strike, but the other figure was a complete mystery to her. ‘So, Shadow Strike was still alive, that was unsettling.’ The image vanished. Lindsay recognized the presence of the ball of fire it was the same source of her own Fire Crotch power. Some how these others drew power from it as well. Lindsay returned to her sewing wondering if this was some how connected to the great tragedy her new driver had sensed. Regardless she had a more pressing concern at the moment, Lindsay looked down between her legs where under her short skirt her panties were visibly smoking. Huh, she sighed and reached for the drawer with her vibrator in it, first things first, and the sound of the sewing machine was replaced by the humming of a woman thoroughly enjoying her work.