Shelby’s Angels: Sometimes I’m Not

by Stephanie Burke

  “Slip them both one tonight. And tell them they’d better be careful or I’ll come in after them myself!”

  “You got it, Boss Lady.” Barika didn’t look up from his typing, but Shelby was sure her orders would be carried out.

  “What are you looking at, anyway?” she asked, noting the glazed look developing in his eyes.

  “Taiwanese Lady-Boy hardcore sex. The trannies we have here had better look out. Some of these guys are hot!”

  There was a mini-stampede as the Angels rushed to see the computer screen. Shelby spun in circles and generally shoved her way out, right into Will’s arms.

  “Lady-Boy sex?” she questioned as she attempted to regain her balance.

  “That’s nothing,” Will assured her. “Nothing compares to hardcore sex with the Mrs. Drag Queen of the Universe.”

  “Will, why? How do you know…” Shelby began, and then changed her mind. “Never mind. I don’t want to know.”

  “They don’t compare to you, Shelby.” He winked at her. “Not only are you a great lover, you have more than two points of penetration.”

  “They?” More than one drag queen, Shelby thought.

  “Well, there are three winners.” Will grinned at her. “First runner-up, second runner-up and…”

  The flaming blush on Shelby’s cheeks cleared the way for her as she abruptly turned and made her way back to her private offices.

  “Wanna see us having a foursome?” Will called after her. “I have pictures and video!”

  The slamming of the door was his answer.

  “Maybe later,” he decided, and made his way back to the bar. Someone had to keep things running smoothly around there, and it looked like the job fell to him.

  * * *

  That night, Shen was dressed, once again, in his traditional robes, but this time he was to perform an intricate dance involving a fan and a umbrella.

  “Singing in the rain?” Dickie asked as Shen prepared to leave the room.

  “Only if my performance is enough to set the sprinklers off,” Meri purred. Tonight she was wearing a skimpy outfit that looked like little more than a piece of toilet paper and shoestrings.

  “Well, be that as it may,” Shen giggled, “I’m off to speak to Feenixxx about something.”

  A knowing light filled Del’s eyes as he held back a giggle. “You do remember we’re meeting the boys tonight?”

  “Oh, I remember,” he sighed. “But I have to remind Feenixxx of a few things about our contract.”

  “Are you leaving?” Dove asked. She applied her lipstick and grabbed a tissue to blot. “Because people keep disappearing and all.”

  “No.” Shen’s words were cautious as he cast a glance at Del. “Just a point or two I wish to have clarified.”

  Nodding that he would watch Miss Dove Barr, Del motioned Shen out of the room.

  He casually made his way to the doors to Fee’s private space, and began his descent.

  But unknown to him, a set of eyes watched, and another phone call was made. “Tonight, then we move on. That last one was sloppy, and they’re growing suspicious.”

  Terms were agreed to, and the silent watcher made her way back in front of the stage to take her usual seat.

  * * *

  “You’re going to do what?” Feenixxx put down her makeup brush and glared at her new lover.

  “Bug the bad guy,” Shen informed her around the mouthful of cock he was nursing on while seated on the floor between Fee’s widespread legs.

  He pulled off the swollen length long enough to repeat his words.

  “Bugging the suspect.” Then his lips descended again, softly wrapping around the cock he now craved, his tongue lapping at the bundle of nerves just under the head inside the foreskin.

  “But that’s dangerous, Shen.” Fee’s hands tangled in his hair as Shen began to suck in earnest.

  “It is what I do.” Shen broke off suction, despite Fee’s disappointed groan, and began to lick down the base, his tongue lapping at her shaved balls.

  “Mmm. Let me call in some help,” Fee gasped. Shen reached for the lube in the vanity and coated two fingers in the slippery stuff. “Another outcast… Oh, yes!”

  Fee broke off with a gasp as two of Shen’s fingers breached her rings of anal muscles and sought out her prostate. She slipped down lower in the chair as Shen draped one leg over his shoulder and began to delicately lick at her dripping cock once again.

  “Outcast?” he questioned, slowly sinking another finger into Feenixxx’s tight heat. “Because you prefer to fuck men rather than drain them?”

  “Mmm. Deeper,” Fee demanded as Shen began to softly stroke her prostate and the sensitive area around it. “I’m an outcast… Oh shit! Right there! Mmm, because I take -- oh yes!” Her hands fisted in Shen’s hair as her back arched up out of the seat. “Because… oh, fuck me with your fingers -- I prefer to be a woman! Now, Shen! Fill me now!”

  Chuckling, Shen instead moved to lick and bathe Fee’s silky sac, tonguing the orbs as his finger continued to tease his lover’s hot spot.

  Feenixxx dropped her head back over the headrest and shuddered. Her fingers dug into the armrest as she spread her legs wider, giving her lover greater access.

  Then she screamed as Shen’s tongue dropped lower, caressing the tight muscles around his fingers, laving sensitive nerves and sending sparks shooting through Fee’s head.

  “Shen, please, love! Oh, God! Take me!”

  Shen rose, licking up the pre-cum that dripped profusely from the head of Fee’s cock, tonguing the small slit at the tip before deep-throating the thick cock.

  Fee felt her nuts rise in the sac Shen was now pulling gently, enhancing the feeling of being vulnerable and submissive, of giving all she had to her mate, as his fingers repeatedly stretched her silky soft passage. Her mouth opened on a wordless scream as tears filled her eyes.

  “Shen,” she gasped. “Please, Shen! Fill me up! I’m so… so… empty!”

  Nipping and nibbling his way up her cock, Shen pulled away and rose to his feet. Panting deeply, he reached for the tube of lube on the table and liberally coated his swollen cock, moaning at the sensations of his stroking hands and the knowledge Fee was watching him with greedy eyes. When he was prepared properly, he wrapped his hands around Feenixxx’s waist.

  In one smooth move, he lifted his lover and rested her on the tip of his hard dripping cock.

  Shen was as hard as nails and wet as rain! He was ready to penetrate, to take his lover, to fill her to overflowing and to drive every thought from her head.

  Fee’s long braids swung out behind her as she instinctively lifted and wrapped her legs around Shen’s narrow hips. The move opened her even more for her penetration and she felt her fangs drop as the head of Shen’s cock nudged at her back passage.

  “Now!” she screamed, knowing he had stretched her enough to make this taking pleasurable with just the right amount of pain. “Now, Shen! Fuck me!”

  “Aggressive bottom!” Shen gasped as he lunged forward and impaled Feenixxx deeply.

  “Shen!” she screamed. He sank deeply, the broad head of his cock passing over her prostate, sending fire spiraling up her back and straight to her weeping dick. “Oh! Yes!”

  Then he began to move, his strong thighs flexing, his hands lifting her at the waist before he plunged deep into her soft core, giving her mere seconds to adjust to his taking, just the way she liked it.

  Fee whimpered as she began to lick the sweat off Shen’s shoulders, almost swooning at the taste of his skin, the scent of him, the sound of his blood racing through his veins. She felt her fangs extend and couldn’t help running them over his skin.

  “No biting,” Shen sharply reminded her with a brutal thrust, making her arch her neck in pleasure as her body was taken just the way she loved.

  “No biting,” she agreed, whimpering and tightening her hold on him.

  She could feel her balls tighten and draw up, her cock trapped between their hard a
bdomens, massaged and rubbed, and knew she would only last seconds.

  “I’m almost there!” she gasped. “Almost… Shen… Please!”

  “Come for me!” he demanded, turning and dropping backwards into the chair, impaling her deeper than ever before and freeing his hands. He reached for her cock and gripped it tightly.

  “Yes!” she screamed, her body arching up sharply as her anal muscles tightened around Shen, milking his cock and stimulating her prostate just right. She felt her cock vibrate and swell even larger, then it spewed its white-hot load over his hands and onto her stomach.

  “You… are… strangling my cock!” Shen managed, before his eyes slammed shut and his cock began to jerk deep inside her, spraying her insides with his essence, baptizing her in fire.

  Sweating and shuddering the two dropped into postcoital bliss as they sank into the comforts of Fee’s large reclining chair.

  “You are the best,” Fee sighed, snuggling her face into his sweat-dampened chest. She knew they would have to rise soon enough and wash and dress for tonight’s show, but for now, she was content to rest in his arms, smell his wonderfully rich blood flowing through his veins, and listen to the beat of his large heart.

  He was so alive.

  He made her feel that way too.

  * * *

  “I don’t believe what I just heard.” Barika and Nalu stared at each other in the small surveillance van. “Feenixxx is one of those vampire crazies!”

  “Well, it is good to see Shen with a woman.” Raidon nodded.

  “But he’s gay,” Barika felt the need to point out.

  “Yes, but he’s practicing the skills he’s allowed to go rusty while playing with us. He was trained to please both men and women, and it would be a shame to let either skill level decline. What if his sexual performance was in question while on the casting couch of some famous female director? How could he ever hope to outsex and outclass the others if his skills are not exemplary?”

  After a moment of contemplation, the others agreed.

  “But let’s not tell Shelby,” Raidon decided. “She may want to test those skills herself, just to make sure he is still worth the effort, mind you, and Will would be upset.”

  “True,” Barika sighed. “They take serial monogamy to the next level. But I’ve often wondered how Shelby would rate in bed.”

  “She has a delectable ass,” Adan stated.

  “More cushion for pushing,” Rika agreed, a grin on his lips.

  “And she has such full, rounded breasts,” Nalu pointed out.

  “A man could smother himself there, laddies,” Blain added. “Gives one flashbacks of home and hearth, and a rough fuck in front of a fireplace.”

  Silence reigned as the sounds of Feenixxx and Shen reached a crescendo.

  “I say we move Orgy Night up a week,” Raidon decided, and the others agreed. “Now if we can convince Will and Shelby to come… Not to break their monogamy streak, but so we can watch.”

  No one disagreed, and quietly they all began to plot ways to get the dynamic duo down to the orgy room.

  Chapter Eleven

  That night, neither Del nor Shen was surprised to see the strange man, Nikolaj, in front of the stage.

  “Be careful,” Shen warned. “Only I’m allowed to hurt you physically for the insults you have heaped upon my person.”

  “Same to you,” Del returned. “Do not get snatched by that man before I can put my foot in your ass.”

  “Fair enough.” He placed the small disk in his mouth and made his way to the stage.

  Since Shen was dancing first, he had the first opportunity to bell the cat, as it were. So he picked up his fan and his umbrella and began to twirl and dance on the stage.

  As expected, the mixed clientele were entranced by his delicate performance, so at odds with the rest of the performers at the Goth club.

  Smiling in his full makeup, Shen danced and fluttered down the steps to the side of the stage, bowing and waving his fan at people. Others he touched delicately before teasingly hiding his lower face behind his hand and winking. When he made his way to Nikolaj, he bent over and placed a kiss on his cheek, and turned to the ever faithful Barika and Nalu. His bright red lipstick marked the man.

  But before he could decide how to mark the man next, he reached up and pulled Shen into his lap. Startled, Shen sucked in a deep breath to tell the man off, but in the process swallowed the bug!

  “I knew you would come around,” the man growled just as Shen began to struggle.

  With a roar, Barika came to his feet, knocking his chair backwards as he raced toward Shen and ripped him out of the man’s embrace.

  “I warned you!” he bellowed, just as the bouncers moved forward.

  The audience gave small shrieks as they too moved in to see what was happening.

  Shen was spun backwards, right into Trevah’s arms, just as Rika landed the first punch. It became a free-for-all, the patrons screaming and encouraging the fight while the bouncers struggled to break things up.

  “Come!” Trevah shouted at Shen, dragging him backstage and pushing him into the wings where the other performers waited. Then she uncoiled her whip and leaped back into the fray, a grin on her face as she snapped the whip loudly, herding people toward the door.

  “This is so tacky.” Dove stepped closer to the stage to get a better look. “But so much better than my last date.”

  The others giggled as they moved to get into better positioning.

  “Del, your boyfriend don’t say much but he packs a mean wallop! He just broke a table on top of someone’s head. Ohhh! Now he’s checking to see if the guy is still alive! Isn’t he sweet?” Dickie cooed.

  “Guess who taught him that move?” Del growled as he narrowed his eyes at Dickie.

  “Shen, your honey lost his grip on the perv, but man can he throw a fist. Neither one of them has been hit yet!” Meri added in awe.

  “Of course not.” Shen tugged Del down the hall toward the dressing rooms. “He would never allow any damage to his face.” The others were so into the fight they never noticed Shen and Del making their way toward the dressing rooms.

  “This is a disaster!” Shen groaned.

  “Yes,” Del agreed. “No one saw my Dance of the Seven Veils.”

  “No!” Shen sounded distressed. “I swallowed!”

  “Of course you do. That is what makes you so good at giving head. Not as good as me, mind you, but what else would you expect from the descendent of a god?”

  “No!” Shen shouted, adding frustration to his list of growing issues. “I swallowed the bug!”

  By this time they were at the door to the dressing rooms. Del grinned. “That’s fine, Shen. I can plant the bug on the man. I just need to get close to him.” He turned and made his way back to the stage area.

  “But Del…”

  “I need the exercise, anyway!” he called out, racing back toward the fight. “Stay here! After I bug him, we can discuss notes on Feenixxx’s performance!”

  Sighing, Shen opened the door to the dressing rooms, preparing to strip off his makeup and report to Feenixxx. Then hopefully Del would --

  There was someone in the rooms.

  Shen stopped his line of thought as he saw someone moving around his vanity area.

  “May I be of service?” he asked, then froze as Cara turned to face him. But it wasn’t Cara that made him freeze. It was the gun she held in her hand.

  “I’m sorry, Shen,” she sighed. “But we need a replacement. You’re it.”

  “Replacement?”

  Motioning him inside, Cara nodded at him to close the door as she picked up his small travel bag, where she had been stuffing his makeup.

  “Cammie was a mistake, Shen. I told that idiot not to inject her with anything, but he forgot and used what we used on the other ladies.”

  “What does this have to do with me?”

  “It means I have to have some merchandise tonight, or some very powerful people in th
e import/export business will be coming after me.”

  “But --”

  “No more talking, Shen. I have a forty-five aimed at you and we are going to be taking a little trip. But first, remove all of your jewelry.”

  “I… red alert…” He placed his hands on his hips and smiled.

  “Red alert is right. Remove the jewelry.”

  “No!” Shen crowed. “I will not! I’m feeling red alert!”

  “I have no idea what you are talking about, but if I’m going to make your Dear John letter work, I need to leave those earrings behind.”

  “Dear John… red alert!” He was looking worried as no cavalry burst through the front door.

  “Fuck it!” Cara pulled the trigger.

  And what emerged wasn’t a deadly bullet, but a tranquilizer dart struck him in the thigh.

  “Well, shit!” he muttered. The world began to spin, and he found himself falling.

  Before he hit the ground, he was caught in Cara’s arms and he heard her say, “Can’t bruise the merchandise.” Then he lost his hold on reality.

  Chapter Twelve

  “Fuck!” Adan shouted as he dropped his headphones and raced toward the van doors, Raidon and Blain right behind him.

  “How the fuck do we get in?” Blain bellowed. They raced toward the front doors of Double Take just as a crowd of oddly dressed men and women exploded from the entrance.

  “Hey! No one’s allowed inside!” a huge burly bouncer growled, stopping the trio before they made much progress. “We are trying to quell a riot!”

  “Our friends are in there!” Adan tried to explain, his frustration evident in the way he clenched and released his hands.

  “You’ll have to wait!” the man insisted, then a shout made him turn and wade back into the fray.

  “Back door!” Raidon shouted. There was no time to waste. “We have to get to Shen before they get away! He is not wearing the earrings!”

  Cursing, the three raced down to the end of the block, ignoring the sirens and the diminishing sounds of the fight behind them. They arrived at the damp alley that led behind the club just as a car exploded from the entrance, forcing them to dive for cover.