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sparkindarknessAfter all, life looks shiny. They're setting up the new shop. They've made some new friends...
Long past time for some sex, don't you think?
And I have to get this plot out anyway, if I want to be able to sleep at all.
The shop was still dusty! Where the fuck did it all come from?! We’d cleared out the back room, the basement, the storage rooms next door, even the top floor which was nothing BUT dust. And still there’s dust! I think Darren’s creating it just to annoy me. Yeah, that’s it. Remind me to punish him for it later.
“What are you smiling about?” Darren’s just checking that all the shelving we’ve bought is the right size, apparently the old chipboard had to go. Whatever, I think he just likes spending my money. I’d try and guilt him about it if I didn’t like spending it as well - what’s the point of money inn the bank anyway?
No, but what does get me pissed was how there’s me, covered in dust and near choking here, while him, head to foot in black, is pristine. Definitely his fault.
“I’m thinking about pushing you up against the wall there and giving this place an opening fuck. Beats cutting the red ribbon, don’t you think?” That catches him, I love catching him by surprise, it’s so difficult. I’m sure it happens more often, and he just keeps that perfect poise thing going to annoy me.
“No, not there. I’m going to put up cloth partition screens there and there,” he gestures vaguely at the far corner of the shop. Those screens are still in the back room, I think. “I’ll have some shelves for potions mainly, and a hatch at the back for any custom orders.” Which explains why he had a fucking big hold hammered in the wall. “The screens should keep it private enough that customers can make purchases discreetly.”
I’m lost again. Point to him. He’s speaking another language half the time, I‘m sure of it. “Ok, got none of that. Why would anyone want to buy stuff secretly? I mean it’s a magic shop - most people’ll think you’re weird just coming in here. Shit, you planning on selling anything illegal or something?” If he is, he hasn’t told me about it - not that I’m against at all - I mean, there’s way to much in this country that’s illegal - but he should’ve told me, right?
“Nothing illegal, per se. I wouldn’t like to attract the unnecessary attention from the authorities.” Ok, I have to cut in at this point and let everyone know that the guy who’s freaking about attracting attention from the authorities is the same guy who just managed to get all the necessary licenses for this place and then some. I’ve looked at the paper work, he could open a fucking brothel here (well almost) and it’d all be legal. And he got these forms approved in half an hour - seriously, went past the queue (why is there always a queue in a government building anyway? There must be some conspiracy or some shit behind it - there’s no other explanation. I mean, they could be handing out permits to keep manure in your bedroom and there’d still be a three hour queue!) into the back room, half an hour later, all done signed and legal. Yeah, that didn’t attract attention. Sure.
Oh, we also don’t seem to registered with the IRS or anything. Apparently we don’t need to be. Riiiight. I’ll tell you if we can market that, we’d be rolling in it.
“Ok, I give, what are you doing that needs ‘discretion’ then?” He does this just to torment me, makes me play guessing games. I’ll get my revenge, you can be sure of that. I’m ordering some new things off the net - can’t wait to show them to him.
“Honestly, Rick. Not everyone is as blatant as you. Some of us have a little class.” Ok, still lost. Oh, and the class crack? He’s going to pay for that as well. Why yes, I do have a running revenge list, and he’s going to be paying in full. “For the sale of love potions, lust tonics and various magical devices to cure certain ailments.” Ok, why are people so freaked by the idea of sex? Hello, sex, happens all the time, is a good thing! Why should anyone fucking care if you’ve just gone out and bought an extra large, chocolate flavoured, vibrating dildo? Fuck that, I’d carry it with pride, show I’m not afraid of being me! Or wanting what I want!
I did that once back at my parent’s place when the pastor came round - all that repression just isn’t healthy you know.
Alright, alright, I’m lying. It was strawberry flavoured. And I did offer to share.
“So anything that gets you laid or makes you a better lay gets stuffed behind the screens? Gotcha.” He doesn’t rise to the bait. He’s getting good. And he was pretty damn good to start with.
“Exactly. And since that section of the shop is going to be dedicated to items to aid sexuality, it would be far better for you to push me up against that wall,” he points lazily to the sex shop wall. “For any special opening ceremonies. That way, if we get the screens up first and we use the correct magics we can harness the resonance.”
Well fuck. How come I can never win with this guy? I just gape at him, “Wha-? Harness the...?”
“The Resonance.” He’s walking through to the back room. “Are you coming? I can’t drag those screens through here on my own.”
I nearly say something you could understand... nearly. Oh fuck. I give up and scurry after him. He’s paying for this as well.
The screens are a lot heavier than they look, and I’m really not feeling very fucking patient at the minute. Then of course he just sits down with some book and starts drawing all over the things! Hello? Dying here!
“If you want to hurry things along, help. This is not my kind of magic.” He throws a book at me, like I’m in any condition to catch anything! But he’s not budging. That's breaking the rules - using sex as a blackmail device!
I think it says just how much of an amazingly good shaman I am that I can draw a near perfect circle round myself using ground up plants even in this condition. Yeah, I’m good, even can reach the meditative trance stage... The rest is just reaching out with my mind in the circle, not time for fancy chiminage, I’m not up for it. I just send out the call, lacing it with as much fucking lust as I can manage.
The spirits come... lust, sex, desire, passion, carnality and a hundred other really nice ones and a couple of dozen more which aren’t so nice but are so much fun - the spirit of sado-masochism is one weird little creature. Shit, I think I’ve overdone it just a tad... Alright, I’ve gone way over the top. I wonder why they come to me so quickly? Don’t answer that.
One comes forward from the pack, to act as spokes spirit I think. It’s a great colossal spirit of the Really Good Lay. It’s been getting a lot stronger these days, as more and more people obsess over him. got to love progress, right?
You called us, now are you man enough to handle us?
“I can handle anything you can throw, mate, and more besides.” My voice goes all deep and rolling, it’s a modern spirit, so I’m speaking English, but my words echo with spirit speech, impressions and feeling just lying underneath. And with what I’ve summoned, that’s not making life any easier for me at the minuet. Mental note - buy some bigger trousers, these are cutting off blood supply. Definitely didn’t help with the full pack of spirits wolf whistling, cat calling and chanting.
Confident little thing, aren’t we? Or not so little, I guess. You know, if all them mystics out in the wilds listened to some of my spirits first, there’s no way they’d have built a religion out of them! Or maybe they would’ve. If they did, I’d join. Still, business before pleasure, honey. Or you just calling us all to get your jollies?
“How about business AND pleasure?” Yeah, that went down well. “See these screens? I’m going to sell love potions, lust creams and other sexy magic from here. It’d be a help if some of you would hang round the area to give it the proper feel. Or the proper grope - I’m easy, whatever works.”
Sounds like fun, all those desperate people. Still, even love ain’t free these days, sugar. What you offering?
“See the guy in black next to me? Looks like a wet dream after a million dollar shopping spree?” One good thing about Clan Camaalis? They know better than to interfere in someone else’s magic. So Darren’s going to kill me later when the magic’s finished.
I see him. Definitely tasty.
“My thoughts exactly. How’s this for chiminage - him and me, naked, sweaty and having the best sex you’ll find anywhere on the continent? Repeated monthly for those who hang around.”
Confident little thing aren’t you? Best sex on the continent? I don‘t think you‘re up to it. How about you perform and then those of us who think it‘s worth hanging around for the monthly repeat can decide after seeing just how good a fuck you two really are.
“Sounds fair - though I don‘t know if we can keep you all.” Ok, I’m purring more than Ahrimadan now. “Because you‘ll never find anything better.” Howls from the spirits. Trust me, sex spirits appreciate confidence. Faint heart never won a good fuck.
Do you really think you two are that good? Takes a man, not his intentions!
“Yeah, I do. Because you’re going to ride me during it and give every scrap of your powers to making it the best ever. Period.”
Nice thought, but why would I?
“Because, see him? He’s a Sorcerer. He’s an Infernalist. For real, a full out Clan Camaalis Infernalist. He can call down an Incubus and ride it. Ride it hard. Do you have any idea how fucking amazing that will be? All the powers and skills of an Incubus, in that fucking sweet body driven by the dark lusts of Sorcery? You telling me you don’t want to be part of that?”
Well... Fuck. Serious? Fuck... If spirits had to breathe, this one would be having trouble. Done, boy. No way I’m letting this pass me by.
“Done then. Right Darren?”
Darren stares at me for like a full minute, He’s pissed, I can see it, severely pissed. He’s also... scared? Oh, shit. I think I crossed the line again. Yeah, great work Rick, force the poor guy to use dark magic. Comes from keeping my mind in my fucking cock.
Then he smiles. No, he fucking GRINS. And it’s dark and evil and so damn sexy that I near come right there. Shit! The spirits are silent. Oh, fuck - he silenced a full crowd of sex spirits with that smile... shit...
“Done.” A whisper, and it’s sealed.
Fuck... This is going to be unreal...
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And this, folks?
This is a cliffhanger. *runs away*
Long past time for some sex, don't you think?
And I have to get this plot out anyway, if I want to be able to sleep at all.
The shop was still dusty! Where the fuck did it all come from?! We’d cleared out the back room, the basement, the storage rooms next door, even the top floor which was nothing BUT dust. And still there’s dust! I think Darren’s creating it just to annoy me. Yeah, that’s it. Remind me to punish him for it later.
“What are you smiling about?” Darren’s just checking that all the shelving we’ve bought is the right size, apparently the old chipboard had to go. Whatever, I think he just likes spending my money. I’d try and guilt him about it if I didn’t like spending it as well - what’s the point of money inn the bank anyway?
No, but what does get me pissed was how there’s me, covered in dust and near choking here, while him, head to foot in black, is pristine. Definitely his fault.
“I’m thinking about pushing you up against the wall there and giving this place an opening fuck. Beats cutting the red ribbon, don’t you think?” That catches him, I love catching him by surprise, it’s so difficult. I’m sure it happens more often, and he just keeps that perfect poise thing going to annoy me.
“No, not there. I’m going to put up cloth partition screens there and there,” he gestures vaguely at the far corner of the shop. Those screens are still in the back room, I think. “I’ll have some shelves for potions mainly, and a hatch at the back for any custom orders.” Which explains why he had a fucking big hold hammered in the wall. “The screens should keep it private enough that customers can make purchases discreetly.”
I’m lost again. Point to him. He’s speaking another language half the time, I‘m sure of it. “Ok, got none of that. Why would anyone want to buy stuff secretly? I mean it’s a magic shop - most people’ll think you’re weird just coming in here. Shit, you planning on selling anything illegal or something?” If he is, he hasn’t told me about it - not that I’m against at all - I mean, there’s way to much in this country that’s illegal - but he should’ve told me, right?
“Nothing illegal, per se. I wouldn’t like to attract the unnecessary attention from the authorities.” Ok, I have to cut in at this point and let everyone know that the guy who’s freaking about attracting attention from the authorities is the same guy who just managed to get all the necessary licenses for this place and then some. I’ve looked at the paper work, he could open a fucking brothel here (well almost) and it’d all be legal. And he got these forms approved in half an hour - seriously, went past the queue (why is there always a queue in a government building anyway? There must be some conspiracy or some shit behind it - there’s no other explanation. I mean, they could be handing out permits to keep manure in your bedroom and there’d still be a three hour queue!) into the back room, half an hour later, all done signed and legal. Yeah, that didn’t attract attention. Sure.
Oh, we also don’t seem to registered with the IRS or anything. Apparently we don’t need to be. Riiiight. I’ll tell you if we can market that, we’d be rolling in it.
“Ok, I give, what are you doing that needs ‘discretion’ then?” He does this just to torment me, makes me play guessing games. I’ll get my revenge, you can be sure of that. I’m ordering some new things off the net - can’t wait to show them to him.
“Honestly, Rick. Not everyone is as blatant as you. Some of us have a little class.” Ok, still lost. Oh, and the class crack? He’s going to pay for that as well. Why yes, I do have a running revenge list, and he’s going to be paying in full. “For the sale of love potions, lust tonics and various magical devices to cure certain ailments.” Ok, why are people so freaked by the idea of sex? Hello, sex, happens all the time, is a good thing! Why should anyone fucking care if you’ve just gone out and bought an extra large, chocolate flavoured, vibrating dildo? Fuck that, I’d carry it with pride, show I’m not afraid of being me! Or wanting what I want!
I did that once back at my parent’s place when the pastor came round - all that repression just isn’t healthy you know.
Alright, alright, I’m lying. It was strawberry flavoured. And I did offer to share.
“So anything that gets you laid or makes you a better lay gets stuffed behind the screens? Gotcha.” He doesn’t rise to the bait. He’s getting good. And he was pretty damn good to start with.
“Exactly. And since that section of the shop is going to be dedicated to items to aid sexuality, it would be far better for you to push me up against that wall,” he points lazily to the sex shop wall. “For any special opening ceremonies. That way, if we get the screens up first and we use the correct magics we can harness the resonance.”
Well fuck. How come I can never win with this guy? I just gape at him, “Wha-? Harness the...?”
“The Resonance.” He’s walking through to the back room. “Are you coming? I can’t drag those screens through here on my own.”
I nearly say something you could understand... nearly. Oh fuck. I give up and scurry after him. He’s paying for this as well.
The screens are a lot heavier than they look, and I’m really not feeling very fucking patient at the minute. Then of course he just sits down with some book and starts drawing all over the things! Hello? Dying here!
“If you want to hurry things along, help. This is not my kind of magic.” He throws a book at me, like I’m in any condition to catch anything! But he’s not budging. That's breaking the rules - using sex as a blackmail device!
I think it says just how much of an amazingly good shaman I am that I can draw a near perfect circle round myself using ground up plants even in this condition. Yeah, I’m good, even can reach the meditative trance stage... The rest is just reaching out with my mind in the circle, not time for fancy chiminage, I’m not up for it. I just send out the call, lacing it with as much fucking lust as I can manage.
The spirits come... lust, sex, desire, passion, carnality and a hundred other really nice ones and a couple of dozen more which aren’t so nice but are so much fun - the spirit of sado-masochism is one weird little creature. Shit, I think I’ve overdone it just a tad... Alright, I’ve gone way over the top. I wonder why they come to me so quickly? Don’t answer that.
One comes forward from the pack, to act as spokes spirit I think. It’s a great colossal spirit of the Really Good Lay. It’s been getting a lot stronger these days, as more and more people obsess over him. got to love progress, right?
You called us, now are you man enough to handle us?
“I can handle anything you can throw, mate, and more besides.” My voice goes all deep and rolling, it’s a modern spirit, so I’m speaking English, but my words echo with spirit speech, impressions and feeling just lying underneath. And with what I’ve summoned, that’s not making life any easier for me at the minuet. Mental note - buy some bigger trousers, these are cutting off blood supply. Definitely didn’t help with the full pack of spirits wolf whistling, cat calling and chanting.
Confident little thing, aren’t we? Or not so little, I guess. You know, if all them mystics out in the wilds listened to some of my spirits first, there’s no way they’d have built a religion out of them! Or maybe they would’ve. If they did, I’d join. Still, business before pleasure, honey. Or you just calling us all to get your jollies?
“How about business AND pleasure?” Yeah, that went down well. “See these screens? I’m going to sell love potions, lust creams and other sexy magic from here. It’d be a help if some of you would hang round the area to give it the proper feel. Or the proper grope - I’m easy, whatever works.”
Sounds like fun, all those desperate people. Still, even love ain’t free these days, sugar. What you offering?
“See the guy in black next to me? Looks like a wet dream after a million dollar shopping spree?” One good thing about Clan Camaalis? They know better than to interfere in someone else’s magic. So Darren’s going to kill me later when the magic’s finished.
I see him. Definitely tasty.
“My thoughts exactly. How’s this for chiminage - him and me, naked, sweaty and having the best sex you’ll find anywhere on the continent? Repeated monthly for those who hang around.”
Confident little thing aren’t you? Best sex on the continent? I don‘t think you‘re up to it. How about you perform and then those of us who think it‘s worth hanging around for the monthly repeat can decide after seeing just how good a fuck you two really are.
“Sounds fair - though I don‘t know if we can keep you all.” Ok, I’m purring more than Ahrimadan now. “Because you‘ll never find anything better.” Howls from the spirits. Trust me, sex spirits appreciate confidence. Faint heart never won a good fuck.
Do you really think you two are that good? Takes a man, not his intentions!
“Yeah, I do. Because you’re going to ride me during it and give every scrap of your powers to making it the best ever. Period.”
Nice thought, but why would I?
“Because, see him? He’s a Sorcerer. He’s an Infernalist. For real, a full out Clan Camaalis Infernalist. He can call down an Incubus and ride it. Ride it hard. Do you have any idea how fucking amazing that will be? All the powers and skills of an Incubus, in that fucking sweet body driven by the dark lusts of Sorcery? You telling me you don’t want to be part of that?”
Well... Fuck. Serious? Fuck... If spirits had to breathe, this one would be having trouble. Done, boy. No way I’m letting this pass me by.
“Done then. Right Darren?”
Darren stares at me for like a full minute, He’s pissed, I can see it, severely pissed. He’s also... scared? Oh, shit. I think I crossed the line again. Yeah, great work Rick, force the poor guy to use dark magic. Comes from keeping my mind in my fucking cock.
Then he smiles. No, he fucking GRINS. And it’s dark and evil and so damn sexy that I near come right there. Shit! The spirits are silent. Oh, fuck - he silenced a full crowd of sex spirits with that smile... shit...
“Done.” A whisper, and it’s sealed.
Fuck... This is going to be unreal...
***********************************************************
And this, folks?
This is a cliffhanger. *runs away*
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Date: 2004-04-09 09:05 am (UTC)Rick: But it's true! Why do people care if someone's gone out and bought strawberry edible underwear? Or a can of body paint with chocolate sprinkles - or even a kick ass riding crop with leather tassles? Why should they care more about that than me buying, I dunno, broccoli or something? And why should I care that they know I'm buying fluffy handcuffs and a taser?
Now there's a series of mental pictures that are going to stay with me.
Cliffhangers are good for you. They lower cholesterol and provide vitamen U. Honest. *hides in bunker*
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Date: 2004-04-09 11:45 am (UTC)Vitamin... U?
*shoves computer into your bunker, barricades the doors* Okay, I'm not letting you out until you finish, got that? Right.
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Date: 2004-04-09 03:35 pm (UTC)Broccoli boys? *reads* *twitch*
Rick: there is something SERIOUSLY wrong with anyone whose turn ons include a political philosophy...
I think they didn't mean it in a sexual way...
Matthias: You hope...
Emrys: They're certainly very... idealistic. But there are places to discuss... "Those who trade their values for social acceptance" and the bedroom isn't it.
Nik: Actually, I'm a little weirded out by the obsession with athletic vegan women...
Rick: especially since they're camper than Julian Carey and Graham Norton together.
you can't say that! You're gay!
Rick: So? Gay does not mean camp - and those guys are so camp they sweat Chanel no.5.
Ilatheril: And someone needs to educate Rav. Turn off is dominance... *evil grin* he just needs someone to show him how to play the game right...
Rick: Dibs on Paul, anyone who likes vodka, getting sweaty and hardcore industrial music is Ok with me. Shame about the doggy thing.
Ilatheril: Hmmm, yes... especially with that dislike of NONE CONSENSUAL blood sports... So if it is agreed, we assume he's open to it?
Nik: Oh yes... but again with the obsession on a woman's diet. There's something wrong with that - "yeah baby, love you, gorgeous, want to shag you on the table; but sorry, you ordered pudding. Completely no hope now."
Matthias: He's probably tight and doesn't want to pick up the bill in restaurants.
Nik: Stingy git.
Sitharensor: Something troubles me. Despite their somewhat idealistic viewpoints and strange sexual proclivities - it has to be said that these men are certainly pleasant to behold (for humans). With the possible exception of Bruce's rather appaliing smile. Then there is Casey.
Ilatheril: he's got a point.
Rick: Guy must have a huge cock or some massive self esteem, is all I can say.
NOW look what you've started!
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Date: 2004-04-09 04:49 pm (UTC)*tries to form coherent thoughts*
*fails*
*laughs more*