Hekate's Passage: A story of Sex and Rock'n'roll, (Hekate's Passage: A story of Sex and Rock'n'roll, part 2, vol. 1)

by Kot, Eleyne

  His jaw drops at these words.

  “Are you being serious?” he asks incredulously.

  “I’ve never been more serious in my life. You SHALL come home with us, Jim. Only back in the Cottage you’re welcome to be a very bad boy again. And if you have any doubt, I and Yasmin do have bigger tits that those French wenches.” I stick my cleavage in front of his eyes. He seems to notice the fact.

  While I’m having the nice little chat with Jim the security guys get the French guys out, then one comes back and whispers something to Tony and Colin. They wave to us to come closer, so I just pull Jim with me, not letting him out of my hands. I fucking don’t trust those French women at all.

  “You know who these French assholes were?” asks Colin, “we have just managed to avoid a bigger incident here. It seems that they belong to the French embassy personnel.”

  “It seems that in France they don’t teach them to box,” laughs Tony, “they were pathetic.”

  “Yeah, but thanks to that we are whole and the gals don’t need to take care of our injuries,” Colin shares Tony’s amusement, “or maybe they would like to… Gals?”

  “Thanks, Colin, much as we like taking care of you,” Yasmin rolls her eyes, “your unharmed state guarantees better performance from you.” She winks and they all laugh.

  “Are we going home?” I ask. “Where’s everybody else? Steven… Don… Drew…” I look around and I spot them drinking champagne next to the bar. I wave at them and they come too.

  “What was going on here?” Don asks. “You were doing a ballet or something?”

  All our guys burst out laughing.

  “It’s a long story,” answers Colin, “I’ll tell you everything in a taxi. We’re coming back home.”

  “Ted and Babette are there sitting and chatting with this French guy. What was his name?” Steven scratches his head. “The one that makes this electronic music… Jean… Jean something...”

  I rake my mind for the name.

  “Jean Michael Jarre?” I ask.

  “Yes, that’s the name. Actually Ted is very keen on talking to him, at least I got this impression,” he says.

  “Are they coming home with us?” asks Tony.

  Colin waves at Ted, making some signals and apparently communicating with gestures they know. And then he says.

  “They’re staying.”

  So the eight of us leave the French disco, hail two taxis and head back for the cottage for another hot and lustful night.

  Chapter 9

  Yasmin’s Story:

  This night so far has been a terrible failure: after spending a nice moment in the cinema, we just tumble from one trouble to another. The posh disco becomes even worse than Hell’s Dungeon for us and our men; we almost lose Jim while Tony and Colin end up getting punched ineffectively by a couple of French guys. The whole affair is stopped thanks to the work of the security guards, but we still suffer distressing moments.

  Colin is visibly irritated by Jim’s hesitation about entering the taxi and I have to explain what has happened to Drew and Steven, who laugh a lot and regret not having participated in the fight; they would have loved to cooperate, especially Drew, who practices fencing. He thinks he’s fast and would have no problems putting down those assholes with a few punches. When I doubt it, he begins to brag about his fighting abilities, remembering old school days, just as Colin said before. They also get curious why Eleyne punched one of the French men.

  When we finally arrive to the cottage, we go to our rooms to relax and prepare for the coming night, which we expect to be hot and sinful beyond limits. I decide to change my underwear for a new, sexy thong I bought that morning. When I go out of the bathroom I see Colin and Jim sitting in the bedroom talking in low voices. Colin seems still irritated and upset with Jim, who looks tired and repentant.

  “Now we got him, the black sheep, the prodigal son,” he notices me and tries to calm down the expression of rage on his mouth. “So stupid …Didn’t you notice that Yasmin was very upset and the women were aggressive to her?”

  “I didn’t,” says Jim and tries to boost his mood and act as if that whole event was nothing serious, “I just looked at those girls, a good chance to have more fun, I thought, what is wrong with that?”

  “Cheater,” Colin growls. “You, fucker. You have tried to fly away and enjoy your own private party. And leave Yasmin standing like a fool in front of those bitches.”

  “I was thinking on bringing both of you with me, to say the truth,” Jim protests.

  “I wouldn’t go to your ‘private French party’ even if you offered me a million dollars. I hate to think that those whores would dare to put their nasty hands on my pussy,” I declare snorting derisively. “I hate them. They were mocking me.” I still feel disgusted thinking of those sluts who wanted to win him from us. My pride got seriously dented in this incident and his behaviour stirred some real jealousy inside me. I won’t share him with anybody but Eleyne, and that’s final. I want him for us both, and I decide that he has to be taught a lesson. Jim is looking at me pensively and I think he may have a slight inkling of what is going on inside me cause he reaches out to pet my cheek.

  “Calm down, baby it’s over now and I’m here. I really wouldn’t have gone with them without you.” Then he seems to have enough of our reproaches and tries to get up to go outside of the room. Colin narrows his eyes and takes a deep breath:

  “Don´t you think you will get out of here without apologizing to Yasmin,” he works himself up. “Those sluts were not half as beautiful as Yasmin. Eleyne and Babette are very superior to them, too. All our girls are really prettier and hotter than those…and have bigger tits than theirs, you old idiot.”

  Jim comes close to me, hugs me and looking with those blue eyes of him says.

  “Sorry, baby. I didn’t notice anything. I was just thinking of fucking those chicks, but I wanted you to join, too. I didn’t want to offend you.” He strokes my cheek again in an attempt to mollify my feelings. But I’m not really sure how much I can trust him. Won’t he do it again when an occasion arises? However I try not to show my emotional turmoil and just reply.

  “Ok, Jim. I believe you, but it was a shocking, disgusting situation for me.”

  I hug him and kiss him on the cheek. He looks comforted and elbows Colin while he is going out.

  “Remember about our shopping, mate.”

  And he winks as he goes out.

  Down in the kitchen I meet Eleyne. We pour some wine into our glasses and search for something edible. We find a couple of sandwiches we left in the fridge when the pizzas were prepared and begin to eat them. We wait for the rest of the gang to come down to start the night. I tell Eleyne of what happened in Colin’s bedroom then ask.

  “What shall we do with Jim? He apologized to me but he still needs a lesson.”

  “I told him that while we were here with them, he would have to stick to fucking us only, and I threatened to put the collar on him,” Eleyne says, laughing. “The one I am still wearing. He looked stunned. I’m not sure if any female ever has made that statement to him.”

  “While we are here?” I raise my eyebrows.

  “We have to be realistic, Yasmin. How long do you think he will stay celibate when he tours? Or maybe I should have said ‘they’... After all they go together and I can only imagine what goes on in those hotels they stay at and also on the tour bus” she shrugs. “You remember reading what was going on during their 1986 tour? We can’t really help it, girlfriend.”

  “Yep, I do. I suppose they won’t refrain from fucking other chicks too long. I remember Jim was saying something about having a ton of pussy then,” I admit unwillingly.

  “Exactly, they are rockers. While we’re here we can cater to their needs, even those wildest ones, but we don’t know how long we will stay, and even, if we’ll see them again,” she says, turning pensive. There’s nothing more to do but to agree with her. But I insist anyway.

  “He still shou
ld learn a couple of lessons. He didn’t pay attention when those women were trying to bother me; he was only dreaming of fucking their arses.”

  “Those were not great arses,” comments Eleyne, pouring more wine in our glasses. “Not great tits, either; but still he wanted to fly away with them. However, you’re right with this lesson idea. I prepared something in the living room. Just let him come here,” she croons slightly ominously.

  “Really a cheater,” I snort again and drink my glass eying the kitchen door. Drew is coming, beaming and in good mood.

  “A cheater? Don’t tell me you haven’t ever cheated, babies.” He sits smiling and pours some wine in his glass.

  “We’re faithful to our guys now, and our guys include Jim. But he’s not ready to understand our offer,” says Eleyne.

  “What is it that you offer?” Drew looks at me and tries to hold my hand. I let him do it and smile, too.

  “We’re 100 percent loyal to them. And we expect the same in return,” I say to him. “We only accept what they please.”

  “Oh!” he exclaims. “Good friends share, that is the point. That’s why I’m here, cool.”

  “That is...” Eleyne gets up seeing Jim entering the kitchen. “Jim, I think we have something for you.”

  Eleyne’s Story:

  We all go out of the disco and hail two taxis. Yasmin, Colin, Drew and Steven enter one; I, Tony, Jim and Don take another. Jim gets an angry look from Colin when he hesitates before entering it, but I still hold his hand, and I’m determined not to let him go. I just pull him into the taxi, whispering into his ear.

  “I told you. The only place you shall go is the Cottage. With us. I really think you need to learn a lesson.”

  He doesn’t say anything but Don asks:

  “What is this whispering, Eleyne?”

  “I was just explaining a few finer points to Jim. The points which are apparently something he has some problems understanding,” I answer.

  Tony starts laughing. “I think I know what she is talking about…. am I right?” He looks at me.

  “Yes, you are,” I pet his thigh.

  “Man, you’re in big trouble, she really has some strong feelings about us,” Tony looks at Jim. “You really…”

  “Guys, can you enlighten me what’s going on? I have no clue what you’re talking about? Who were those guys you were doing the ballet with, and those chicks there?” Don interrupts him.

  “Well, to cut a long story short. Those chicks were trying to poach some of you from us, and this guy who’s sitting on my left looking so innocently, was letting them,” I answer Don a bit irritated, just by thinking of those wenches. “I had to explain to him that he wasn’t going anyplace else, but with us.”

  Don and Tony laugh loud, Jim just makes even more innocent face.

  “So this is how it started!” exclaims Tony. “When I came there were those two French guys claiming that you were picking up on their girlfriends.”

  “Where are your eyes, man?” Don laughs to Jim, “those French chicks weren’t even half as nice as Eleyne and Yasmin! And even from a distance I could see that they were quite flat here and there.”

  “I do have eyes...” Jim defends himself. “One of those French guys was trying...”

  “I took care of that,” I stop him. I don’t want to get into fuss of explaining things about the frog-eater trying to paw me. But Tony notices.

  “What was one of the French guys trying to do?” he asks curiously.

  I elbow Jim, hissing.

  “Shut up...”

  But it’s Don who answers.

  “I didn’t really see it too well, but Eleyne demonstrated her boxing skills again. Nice hook, Eleyne.”

  “Aha,” Tony looks at me reproachfully. “Eleyne, it’s our job to take care of that. You don’t need to beat the other guys to a pulp, after we’ve done with them they will regret touching you.”

  “Tony, baby, I had my reasons to try to get you all out of there as fast as possible. And you know, that I can keep unwanted attentions at bay myself.”

  “We noticed,” Don chuckles, “anyway, as I was saying, these French chicks were virtually titless... Not like Babette... Ted’s lucky... Nor like Eleyne or Yasmin.”

  “That’s what I told these guys,” Tony comes back to the original subject, “and that’s when they started this ridiculous fight.” He laughs again. “Oh, man, it was so funny.”

  “I wish I could have joined this fight,” says Don regretfully.

  “Well, as Colin was told, those guys work for the French embassy, so they have immunity, the only thing anybody could do to them was to throw them out of the disco. If you, guys, had beaten them up, things could have been more difficult for you. So perhaps it’s better that all you did was just block and avoid their punches. There were a lot of witnesses who said you didn’t start it and that you didn’t actually do anything to them,” I say.

  “I see your point, but it still would have been fun to have participated,” laughs Don. “Oh, God, from a distance it looked as if you were doing a ballet.” He can’t stop chuckling.

  When we arrive at the Cottage the others are already there, Colin is waiting at the entrance and as we enter he calls out to us.

  “Good, you’re already there. Yasmin has gone upstairs to prepare herself for what’s to come, are you going to do it, too?” He looks at me.

  “Yes, a good idea. Actually, I think I need a few minutes to myself,” I head upstairs to the bedroom when I hear Colin say.

  “Jim, I want to speak with you. Can you come with me?” Something in his voice tells me that he’s also distressed by Jim’s behavior. They follow me upstairs and go to Colin’s bedroom.

  I have a few things and needs to take care of. I need to refresh myself a bit; I also want to wear some very sexy lingerie and I happen to remember that I have a suspender belt in my luggage together with some stockings. I get changed and also decide to wear the high-heeled shoes that Yasmin purchased for me earlier. Mr. Manning definitely needs a lesson, and I want to make the strongest impression I can. While we’re here he belongs to us. I'm also sure that Tony will appreciate them a lot as well.

  When I go out of the bathroom Tony enters and gets stopped in his tracks. He wolf whistles.

  “You’re gorgeous…” He eyes me up and down, still standing at the entrance. High heels do, indeed, make my legs look longer and more shapely. Well, they do it to any woman, but I don’t really like wearing them as they are a bit uncomfortable. I approach Tony and kiss him; his hands embrace me immediately and start caressing my butt. Then they go down under my dress and he gasps.

  “You’re wearing stockings,” he seems a bit out of breath.

  “Yes, I am, babe. This is going to be a very special night, just like all nights here are.” I caress his face. “Let me pass, sweetheart. I want to prepare a few things downstairs.”

  “I don’t know if I want to let you go,” he purrs. His hands are still on my arse, caressing, enticing. I feel my blood starting to flow faster. I try not to give in to desire immediately, as I really want to prepare some stuff downstairs to teach a lesson to the unfaithful one.

  “Tony, honey. You should take a shower, too. It’s just a few minutes and then you will have it all,” I coo to him and try to untangle myself from his arms, which is not easy; he really wants me stay with him. His hands keep on petting my thighs, getting closer and closer to my pussy, which starts stirring under his touch. He presses me against the wall and shoves his tongue inside my mouth, getting my knees week in an instant. He kisses me again in the same way and I can barely think now. However, I somehow manage to convince him that in just a few minutes he will have even more fun and stumble out of the bedroom.

  Already downstairs I head to the living room. I look around to find all the necessary gadgets, the gadgets that we might need during the course of our lesson. The leash is lying on the table, Tony must have taken it out of his pocket. I take into my hands and continue searching. We m
ight need the blindfold as well. Cuffs wouldn’t be a bad idea either. After a few moments I manage to locate everything. There’s still no one there so I hide the cuffs, the leash and a blindfold under a cushion on the sofa. The collar is on my neck, handy and easy to remove and transfer to somebody else’s neck. Then I go to the kitchen and pour some wine for me and try to think exactly what we should do with him. While I’m deliberating Yasmin enters and helps herself to the wine too. She also takes out some sandwiches from the fridge. We chat a bit about what happened and what steps we are going to take when Drew enters and joins our conversation.

  Then Jim joins us in the kitchen, too. Seeing him we get ready for action. I get up from my chair and walk towards him. Yasmin follows me.

  “Jim, I think we have something for you,.” I say.

  “Yes, Mr. Manning. You need a lesson,” Yasmin says and takes his hand, while I take the other. “Drew, excuse us for a few minutes.”

  “You need to understand some things, and we are going to explain them to you in a way you will get them.” We both pull him to the living room and push him down on the sofa. He is speechless for a moment, but after Yasmin sits on his lap he asks.

  “Baby, but I did apologize. What do I still need to understand?” he says, embracing Yasmin really willingly and pulling her closer to himself; his hand goes down between her legs. She sighs and starts kissing him while I remove the collar from my neck and fasten it on his. He starts at the touch of leather on his skin..

  “What the..?”

  But Yasmin shuts him up with her lips, while I whisper into his ear. “It’s a part of your lesson, sweetheart.” She goes down and starts unbuttoning his shirt and kissing his nipples while I attach the leash to the collar. He chuckles a bit seeing what I’m doing but he lets me do it even when I pull it and kiss him deeply on the mouth. When I let him go I’m a bit out of breath myself, this guy can kiss to distraction.