None More Black
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“I'll go with,” Katie said. “You don't mind, do you, Sir?”
“That's fine. I'll be with the coven of witches.”
Brant found the group upstairs, finishing the tasks he'd assigned them. All were in attendance, all dressed in black dresses of varying tightness and length, with Skinny Witch wearing the shortest skirt and displaying the most cleavage. Brainy wore a long dress that split high up one side. It featured long, lacy sleeves and, while plenty tight in all the right areas, remained closed at the neck and displayed little flesh, except, of course, when she walked.
Brant addressed Brainy, because he'd placed her in charge. “How is everything going?”
“Mirrors and paintings have been hung. We just finished the spell to grant Suvos a watchful eye.”
“Now I know why it feels like I'm being watched all the time,” Sassy said.
Skinny Witch, adjusting the fit of the dress around her breasts, said, “The girls like attention.”
“You'll get plenty of attention in that getup,” Fat Witch said and Goth Witch agreed.
Brant, satisfied, nodded. “I want you ladies to enjoy yourselves tonight. However, I suggest no one dabble much with party favors of the illicit variety, should you choose to dabble at all.”
“This isn't our first rodeo,” Sassy said.
“I could use a drink,” Goth Witch said.
“And I could use a sandwich,” Fat Witch added.
Brainy, tapping the thin book Suvos had originally left Brant, said, “I'll take this to the car and meet up with everyone in a few.”
“Fresh air sounds nice,” Brant said. “I'll join you.”
Outside, at Brainy's car, Brant said, “The passages you suggested I read...”
“Yes. The rites and spells. What did you think?”
“I think you enjoyed performing Florecimiento de la Bruja with me and now you want to perform a similar spell.”
Brainy, smirking, said, “Florecimiento de la Bruja was nice.”
“Yes, it was.”
“Can I help if these other rites also demand intercourse?”
“Actually, yes. There are shelves full of books with spells. Not all of them require sex.”
“True. Kasas, though, prefers the spells that do.”
“As do you.”
Again, she smirked. “Text for renegade witches, and the texts they're derived from, are all sexual in nature.”
“I see.”
“Look,” Brainy said, “I realize you're with Katie.”
“There should be a lot of guys here your own age tonight. College guys. Don't you get hit on by guys at school?”
“Sure. All the time. They're losers just looking for a quick hook-up.” Brainy nudged her glasses higher. “I want to work magic. I want to learn. I want to please Kasas. I want power, and, yes, I want more sex. Sex and power, like in the books. Banging a frat guy pales in comparison.”
Brant glanced up at the waning moon in the night's sky.
“Okay,” he said. “You make a convincing argument. Let's go inside, have ourselves a drink. My team should be here soon. Later, everyone Katie, Jenna, you and your friends invited should begin arriving.”
“Thanks, Mr. B. Thanks for understanding.”
Music raged as the crowd on the dance floor hip-hopped in time with the beat. The server site had been transformed into a day-glo mishmash of inebriated and high individuals, most of who were in their early 20s, and Brant, having imbibed a few drinks himself, enjoyed from a distance the energy pulsing through the crowd.
Kasas is watching, he thought. So is Suvos.
He could feel their presence just as he could feel the heat radiating from the sweaty, writhing bodies that filled the room.
“Daddy,” Katie shouted to compete with the music. “Isn't this a blast!”
“Yes, sweetie. Great job.” She'd been dancing with various members of Brant's team, everyone except Derek Smith, the software developer. Katie had even mixed it up with Tara Jones and the new Business Analyst she'd hired whose name Brant couldn't recall. Both women were now dancing with Derek. Denny and Alex were at the bar, presumably getting more drinks.
“You aren't dancing.” Katie pouted. “Dance with me.”
“Soon.” Something had caught Brant’s eye. Actually, someone. Brainy. She was sipping a drink alone, in a corner of the room. Brant took his daughter by the hand and said, “Come with me.”
They went to join Brainy.
“Why aren't you dancing?” Brant asked her.
Brainy shrugged, sipped her drink.
“No wallflowers allowed,” he said. “Katie, I want you to take Brainy onto the dance floor, drag her if you have to, and show her a good time.”
“It's okay, Mr. B,” Brainy said. “Really.”
“No, it isn't. I want you to cut loose. Enjoy yourself.”
“I'm enjoying my drink and enjoying to the music, although I'm more of a Stevie Nicks fan.”
“Bottoms up,” Brant said as he moved her drink to her lips. “I won't take no for an answer.”
Brainy, obviously perturbed, finished the drink, of which not much remained.
“One dance,” she said.
“That's all I ask.”
Katie, delighted at the task, took Brainy by the hand and led her out onto the dance floor. Jenna, sucking her binky and surrounded by young men, danced like tomorrow it might be outlawed. Brant had seen her do a few lines of coke earlier at the bar and assumed she'd taken Ecstasy. He didn't want her taking any more. In fact he had other plans for her. Plans that would please Kasas and entertain Suvos.
Brant pushed his way into the crowd and took hold of her wrist.
“What the fuck?” she said. “Can't you see I'm dancing?”
“Hands off, old-timer,” one of the guys she'd been dancing with said.
“Chill out, bro,” Brant said. “This is my party and this is my coke whore. You want a piece of her, follow me.” To one of the other guys she’d been dancing with Brant added, “Gather your buddies. I want to keep her busy.”
The guys' complaints ceased. One guy left, presumably in search of his buddies. The other guys fell in line as Brant went in search of a vacant room. He'd had Katie furnish the building with a few pieces of furniture, mostly second-hand stuff, a couch from Goodwill, love seat from Salvation Army, even a couple of giveaway mattresses off Craigslist. They'd been hauled by independent workers standing in front of Home Depot the day before and when Brant tried the offices where the furniture had been placed, he found the rooms either occupied by amorous couples (or pairs or groups) or their doors locked. Until finally, standing outside a room with a mattress, waiting on a couple to finish their activities, Jenna, barely able to stand, said, “What the hell's going on?”
“Be a good coke whore and I'll hook you up later.”
The simple comment placated her. The guys, of which there were now five, grew impatient.
The door opened and the couple inside vacated the room. It smelled of alcohol and sex. Brant shoved Jenna to the mattress.
“Enjoy her as you like,” Brant said. “Nothing like Asian-American pussy. The eyes might be slanted but you'll find her pussy same as anyone's. Ciao.”
Jenna, thoroughly fucked up, was grasping at one guy's fly as Brant exited the room. She'd fuck them and entertain demons from the spirit world, no problem. But how many guys could she please before growing sore and complaining?
“The room over there,” Brant pointed as he passed the guy who'd brought his buddies. “Don't let her out of there. I don't want her doing any more coke.”
“No prob, old-timer.”
Brant returned to the main room, got himself another Jack on the rocks from the bar and scanned the room for Katie and Brainy. Instead he saw all her friends, mixing things up with young men he didn't know.
“You should be dancing,” someone shouted into his ear over the music.
“Evelyn! I didn't think you'd come.”
“The night
's still young.” She winked. She'd brought a date. Greg Abrams, the cocky motherfucker Brant had caught her in bed with. At least his nose was crooked now.
“Thanks for coming. Can't say the same for you, Abrams.”
“Evelyn insisted.”
“Are you two...?” Brant doubted it and Evelyn confirmed:
“No. Greg likes a good party, as do I. That's all.”
“Have a drink. Hell, have some coke or X or whatever you're into. You'll find it all here.”
“Soon,” Evelyn said. “I told Greg all about your consulting job, at least what I know about it. I told him you might be able to help him out.”
Help out Abrams?
“I was downsized,” Abrams explained.
“No shit.” Brant grinned.
“What's so funny, Wilson?”
The situation, obviously
Karma was a bitch
Brant needed good salesmen
Abrams was a good salesman
The opportunity to pay him back in turn, while thoroughly pissing off Evelyn seemed too great
“Nothing. He's my card. Call on Monday and I'll set something up with an interviewer. We could use a gung-ho guy like you.”
“Always knew you were a bright guy, Wilson,” Abrams said. “A stand-up guy.”
Brant ignored the comment. “We have an open bar, open medicine cabinet. Hell, name your poison and we'll hook you up. You too, Ev. Ask at the bar if you don't see what you need. They'll flag a pharmacist for you.”
Brant walked away and wandered into the pulsing crowd of young bodies. He spotted several young women he wouldn't mind getting to know better but there were two in particular he was looking for. He found Katie grinding against Brainy.
He said, “I thought you were only going to dance one dance.”
“Things change,” Brainy shouted.
“I think she digs girls,” Katie added.
Brant made a mental note before saying, “Carry on. Don't let me interrupt you two.”
“No worries, Sir. You can groove with us anytime.”
Brant danced for half a song before worming his way away. He enjoyed the industrial music pounding from the speakers and didn't mind joining his two favorite females. However, he had business to attend to. Namely the debauchery taking place under the watchful eyes of Kasas.
He ensured that Tara and her new assistant were enjoying themselves; confirmed Denny and Derek were having fun. He couldn't locate Joey nor the two colleagues he'd hired, so assumed they had no complaints. The Witch Bitches, out on the dance floor, seemed to be having a good time. Brainy, having had enough physical activity for one day, shouted, “I appreciate the effort, Mr. B. I truly do, but I'm good for now.”
“Thanks for giving it a shot on the dance floor,” Brant said. “Get another drink, enjoy the music, whatever you like,” he kissed her forehead. “I'm glad you could be here tonight.”
“Let's dance,” Katie suggested and Brant complied when he caught Evelyn glance his way. Damn, did Katie look good tonight. Man, did he want to fuck her. And, wow, the way she moved when she danced... They were practically dry humping to the beat. If not for clothing he'd surely be inside her. She'd turn and wiggle her ass. He'd spank it. She'd turn and bend at the waist, lick him over the fabric of his slacks. She'd straddle his leg and ride a thigh. Jesus. When she backed up against him he kneaded her breasts through the skimpy thin top she wore and grinded himself against the swell of her cute round ass. Damn, he wanted to fuck her but not yet. There was too much going on, the night was young. But to think he was grooving like this, in such an erotic way, with his own daughter in public. Very intoxicating.
The watchful eyes of both Kasas and Suvos loomed large in the increasingly heavy warmth filling the room.
Neon day-glo sticks blurred through the air as the dancers holding them moved in rhythm to the deejay.
The night wore on. The crowd became increasingly high and non-judgmental and lewd in their dance moves, as did Evelyn and Abrams, who had undoubtedly had given his wife a line of bullshit about going out of town so that he could attend tonight with Brant's estranged wife. Brant didn't care. If she wanted to play second string to a married man and known womanizer just to get a rise out of him, she had another thing coming. Brant had done so much better than her since their split, and though they'd shared more than a decade together, they'd obviously grown apart.
I wouldn't trade what I have now for the world, Brant thought and realized the world was within his grasp.
As Ev and Abrams grinded on the dance floor, Brant got himself a drink and a bottle of water and headed upstairs to check on Jenna. The place was packed, as word of mouth amplified by the power of technology in the form of text messages had brought a surge of party-goers. Hundreds, if not a thousand people had shown up – there was no way to tell. They groped in the halls, fucked in the stairwell, vomited in the service elevator, and a line of 20-something-year-old men had formed a line outside Jenna's room.
“Yo, dude. No cutting.”
“My party, my coke whore, my rules,” Brant said as he shoved through the door. Jenna, lying on her back in a sweaty, matted mess, was doing a fine job of keeping up with the three men she was servicing. The next several men in line had already shed their pants and were stroking their cocks in anticipation.
“Break time,” Brant announced, “after these three finish. Can't have the slut getting dehydrated.” He tossed the bottled water to the soiled mattress.
“Man, what a buzz-kill,” next in line said.
Brant clapped him on the shoulder and flashed a grin. “No worries, bro. She love you long time.”
He bumped into Denny Watkins, his database admin, on the way to the restroom.
“There are spirits here, Brant,” the voodoo practitioner warned.
“Yeah. Cool, huh?”
“Dark spirits. Very dark. Can you feel them?”
“Feel them? Of course I can feel them. I summoned them.”
Denny's gold tooth flashed. “We're doing important work here. The spirits must remain in our good favor. There is magic which should be done.”
“Yes. I agree. Knock yourself out. That's why I hired you.”
“So I see. You did not inform me of this when you hired me.”
“Well, I didn't want you to think I was batshit crazy at the time. Now you understand. Do what you need to keep them in our good graces. In fact,” Brant took a conspiratorial whisper, or what passed for one in the chaotic hallway, “in fact, Kasas – that's the name of one of the spirits – Kasas enjoys debauchery. Which means, if you wish to please him you should—”
“I should find a young woman to debauch. I see, I see.”
“I knew I hired the right man for the job,” Brant said before walking away. He went into a nearby restroom to find the room filled with men having homosexual intercourse. “Damn,” Brant mused, “for a moment I thought I'd have to stand in line for a urinal.”
He relieved himself, washed up, and noticed Derek Smith giving it to a man up the ass. Though not Brant's cup of tea, it pleased him to know his staff was enjoying the party.
Just outside the door, a young man with short spiky hair lay convulsing on the floor. A binky hung around his neck and spittle foamed out his mouth. A group of men similarly attired gathered around him, some shocked, others trying to help.
“What's happening to Billie?” one of the guys asked.
“Fucker's ODing.”
“That's crazy. Billie didn't do any more than he ever does.”
Brant interjected as he walked by: “Damn uncut drugs. You've got to be careful when messing with that stuff.”
“Uncut?”
“Where?”
“Jack said this guy was holding downstairs.”
“Let's go!”
The crowd dispersed as the man on the floor choked on his own vomit.
Brant navigated around amorous couples in the stairwell and, after stepping over an unconscious female covered in
tattoos with a needle dangling from an arm, pushed through the door to the first floor where techno music grew louder.
In the short span of time since he'd been gone, ravers appeared to have become even more uninhibited than before, the room hotter, flashing and swirling lights more hypnotic, more erotically enticing.
Yes, they had Kasas's attention.
Brant spotted Brainy chewing a straw as she watched ravers cavorting to the beat. Brant went to her, placed a hand on hip. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she shouted over the music. “I took X.”
“Oh, really? Have you seen my daughter?”
“She's over there. She's cute.”
“Yes, she is.” Katie was dancing lewdly with a mixed group which included Joey Kincaid and girls sucking binkies.
“Katie said you liked girls.”
“Do not.” Brainy smirked,
“You seemed to enjoy the rest of the coven during the ritual.”
“That was different.”
“Not so different. Kasas is watching. So is Suvos. They want to see you enjoy yourself.”
Brainy cut eyes from Katie to Brant.
Brant added, “I want to see you enjoy yourself.” His hand moved up her side, smooth, black silk radiating feminine warmth
“You liked watching us dance together,” she said.
“Very much so. Don't her lips look delicious.”
“Maybe.”
“Blue raspberry. You should taste them. But first I have a request for the deejay.”
Brant took Brainy by the hand and, after stopping to request something by Rob Zombie, made his way to Katie.
“Daddy! I'm having so much fun.”
“We want Brainy to have fun, too, don't we?”
“Of course we do.”
The song ended and Zombie's Nosferatu Pussy began to play. As they danced Brant touched the two young women. An arm, a hip, a buttock. Their movements grew heated and another Zombie song began to play due to the enthusiasm of the crowd. Brant, now with an arm around each woman, kissed Katie, kissed Brainy, and, with just a look, urged them to kiss one another.
Kisses grew passionate, the groping more frenzied. The whole world revolved around just the three of them and the music reverberating through the room.