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

  Jim and I laugh hard. He tries to tease her. “So you think your arse is fat because of snacks?”

  “Well, I didn’t say that,” she replies primly. “I try to take care of keeping it nice and trim. But all these salt sticks and stuff are just soooo…”

  We get separated and find the aisle. It doesn’t seem so full of products as in 2011; they definitely have fewer choices and I can’t resist to share that observation with Jim.

  “So you mean there are more types of snack in your time?”

  “Unfortunately, yes, because they are really fattening. And too tasty,” I reply. “You really have to be careful with them. What do you want out of these? Remember that Eleyne is going to prepare something, too.”

  “Is she? I should have guessed.” And he picks up some crackers and salt sticks packs. “I think this will be enough then.”

  We reunite in the queue with Eleyne, who has found all that she needed and more. She repacks the stuff she picked – veggies, olives, more cheese and some dry, cured sausage and ham. Suddenly Jim gasps.

  “Eleyne, how can you? Aren’t we enough?” he points to cucumbers she has just put into the basket.

  She explodes laughing.

  “Jim, honey, they are for a salad. You see, they are quite small. I didn’t select them because of size or anything,” she winks, still giggling crazily. “That reminds me of a joke. Wanna listen?”

  “Not here, later,” I say as I remember that I need shampoo, cream and other cosmetic aids. I run to the cosmetic section and then I see Eleyne behind me.

  “I need my bubble bath,” she says.

  I search for the stuff rapidly and take a lot of cosmetics from the racks without reading the labels too carefully. They may not be the quality I wanted but will help me solve some problems. She finds a bottle of a product that she wants.

  “Do you really need this?” asks Jim, holding a box with moisturizer and scanning it with his eyes as it were something from another planet. “And this?” He looks at the bubble bath bottle Eleyne is putting into the basket.

  “It’s preferable to use it,” I answer, “to protect my skin.”

  “I want to do a bubble bath while you guys watch the match,” she answers, “Tony told me there’s a jacuzzi in the basement.”

  “Oh, yes there is,” he confirms. “We have to use it together once.”

  “Yes, that would be fantastic,” and then she scans the products that I chose, then picks some up to read the labels. After perusing my choices, low cost supermarket choices, she comments to me. “I wouldn’t buy supermarket brands if I were you, even back in 2011 they are not the best quality,” she shrugs, “still they are better than nothing.”

  “Well, I don’t really know these brands from the 80s,” I sigh, “back in our times you get fairly the same thing almost everywhere. Here I couldn’t find what I normally use.”

  “The future looks interesting,” comments Jim, “I guess you may feel upset or lost most of the time here, deprived of many conveniences you’re used to. Don´t you feel bored some times?”

  “No, not with you guys,” I laugh and Eleyne agrees.

  “We can never get bored with you being around. Though I admit, I miss the opportunity to check my email. But still, perhaps it’s good for me… and you,” she addresses me, “to remind ourselves what life was like without the Internet. And also without mobile phones. People did survive without them.”

  We both laugh, but Jim seems not to grasp the idea what Internet has become in 21st century, and it’s hard to blame him for it. Who could have imagined in 1985 that this thing could get so big?

  “Then, we are a kind of Disney World to you,” he says and we continue laughing.

  “No, not really, Disney’s for kids, you are a kind of Porno World for us,” I answer. In a moment we face a cashier. The woman must have heard what I have just said as she’s staring at us, pinning her eyes on us, disapprovingly. Fortunately, she cannot be targeted as our predator’s objective: she’s obese, and not very gifted with beauty features.

  Then I remember that Colin won´t be in his best mood when he returns home, and I ask for just a few moments to find the bakery section within the supermarket when I hear Eleyne’s comment.

  “Hurry up, gal. Your guy won´t be in mood to eat cakes when he returns.”

  I take one cake from the counter and run back to the cashier, who is showing signs of impatience, murmuring and twisting her lips. Fortunately, there are not many people waiting behind us in the queue.

  “Well,” Eleyne raises her eyebrows, “you think you can bribe him with a cream cake? Aren’t we well provided with teddies, g strings, and fishnet stockings?”

  “He needs something sweet,” I admit.

  “Sweeter than you?” suggests Jim. “He´ll become diabetic, babe.”

  “Hope I won’t hear new quarrels tonight,” Eleyne sighs while she packs the products into plastic bags.

  We leave the supermarket, load our shopping in the car and go for the sex shop.

  “What about this joke?” asks Jim, apparently he didn’t forget Eleyne mentioning it.

  “OK, it takes place at a green grocer’s, there are three women in a queue, each of them buying cucumbers. The first one asks for a long and thin one. The other one wants a short and thick one. When there’s the turn of the last one in the queue, she says she doesn’t care about the size, she’s making a salad,” Eleyne tells her joke and we explode laughing again.

  We’re in really good moods when we enter another sex shop then. But inside we meet a nice tall girl, who smiles at us and shows her preference for Jim, who begins to hesitate about what he wants to buy, while shooting pleasant phrases to the assistant.

  “No, not again, Jim. Remember,” I whisper at his ear.

  “I´ve still got the collar here,” Eleyne murmurs and Jim has to surrender to the evidence that we won´t allow him to pick up everything with tits and a pussy.

  “We’d want to see French maid costumes,” says Eleyne. “Do you think that you have some that will fit us?”

  The girl takes a look at our boobs and doubts.

  “Maybe…but we have nothing on sale, everything’s at a regular price.”

  “No problem,” Jim shrugs, “if they fit them, we will take them.”

  “Well, says the assistant,” I’ll check.

  While the girl goes to the back room, we begin to rummage the shop. I’m examining a big dildo when Jim comes close and exclaims.

  “Don´t tell me that you want this!”

  “Why not?” I ask him.

  “There are three of us, Drew is around, too… There’s Steven and Don. Ted can participate at any moment, why do you need it?”

  “I was just looking at it,” then I decide to tease him, “anyway, I will take it…what do you think, Eleyne? Do you like it?”

  “Hmmm…we can come another day, with enough time and select a couple of those for us.”

  “Incredible,” murmurs Jim.

  The assistant comes with two maid costumes and we ask if we can try them on, but Jim has his own brilliant idea again.

  “Can I see how they look in them?”

  “What?” says the assistant.

  “I asked if I could see my wives wearing these costumes before buying them.”

  “Oh,” the girls hesitates, “well, they can try them on and let you see them from far but you can´t get into the trying room,” she hesitates again. “I don’t really think it’s advisable for them to walk out of the trying room while wearing them. They are cupless,” she shows him the image on the packaging.

  “No?” he asks, making an innocent child face for the girl. “Why not? I said I’m their husband.”

  “Sorry…” the girl is perplexed, “may I ask you one question, no offence, sir?”

  “Yes, you may,” he answers.

  “Are you a Mormon? Or a Muslim?” she seems amazed.

  “No, I belong to the new cult... the Path of the Perfect People, we
are founding members, and can take all the wives we want. I was thinking about a new one,” he smiles impishly and suddenly exclaims, “ouch!” Eleyne has stomped her heel on his foot.

  “We won’t try them on. We will take them if we can exchange them,” I decide.

  “All right,” says the confused girl, “but…these are the only two we have for your size.”

  “Can we exchange them for other things?” asks Eleyne.

  “Yes, of course, madam,” says the girl.

  “OK, we ‘ll take some dildos, too, in case of divorce,” Eleyne decides but Jim murmurs something in her ear and she makes an innocent face. “Why not?”

  He murmurs something in her ear again then announces loud to the assistant.

  “No dildos, our religion forbids women to buy them.”

  When we’re in the car, Jim protests.

  “I was just joking, Eleyne. You have no sense of humour.”

  “No, we don’t, not with certain topics,” Eleyne affirms.

  “Neither me,” I add. “You have very bad memory, Jim. You promised, less than two hours ago…”

  “Yes, it’s true,” he admits, “I was thinking that a joke would be suitable in such circumstances.”

  “No more jokes. Not like these.”

  Jim keeps on driving in silence for a while.

  “Why are you so complicated?” he insists, “I wanted to brag about me being a great religious man… of one of those New Age Senseless Cults.”

  “We‘ll get you converted to Christianity or Buddhism tonight before you can notice,” I comment.

  “We might make you become a pastafarian or worship the Holy Fit. If you wanted something more exotic,” adds Eleyne.

  He smiles.

  “I suppose you could,” he says. “Your methods are very convincing. By the way, what are these last two?”

  Chapter 11

  Eleyne Story:

  “Pastafarians believe in a Flying Spaghetti Monster.” I explain.

  “What? Does anybody take these guys seriously?” Jim exclaims in amazement.

  “I wouldn’t really say so, they’re more like parody. But on the other hand they simply try to mock creationists. Kind of oppose those strict radicals that you may find in quite a lot of places.” I admit.

  “I know,” he sighs, “I could say a lot of bad things about those zealots.”

  “Can you believe that the creator of this movement got some death threats in mail?” Yasmin asks. “I’ve read about it. He got a ton of hate mail either.”

  ”Bullshit,” Jim snorts but then changes his mind, “well, perhaps. You never know how freaky these religious people can get.” Then he asks. “What about Holy Fit?”

  “If we convert you to Holy Fit, then when you look at a woman you won't see her boobs. You'll just notice her badly fitting bra,” I answer him impishly.

  “Sounds terrible,” comments Jim, “you won't manage to convert me to this religion.”

  “I suppose we could be lenient about our restrictions about you not looking at other women if you promised to look for signs of badly fitted bras,” I smirk.

  “I wouldn’t be too quick to let him look.” Yasmin shakes her head. “I prefer his eyes on us.”

  “You think so? Wouldn’t you be a good boy then?” I cast a cat smile at Jim.

  “You want me to lie?” Jim asks laughing. “Come on, girls. No man will promise that. If he does he’s a lier. We always look at boobs and arses when we look at women. Anyway, you won’t get me converted to this, and this is an honest answer. I can be yours when you’re here, and just stick to looking at other girls but I won’t touch. Come on, even people on diet can look at pictures of food.” He’s exasperated now.

  “Don't be so sure,” I purr, now I’m already teasing him. I know we partly won this fight, and even partial victory is better than nothing. I know men are pretty basic as far as boobs and arses are concerned. They will look and ponder possibilities, what counts, is that he won’t try to do anything about making those possibilities a reality. Yasmin laughs at his face, and I continue teasing, “I suppose that if we really wanted to we could convert you to anything.” I wink and he smiles weakly. “Even for a few hours,” I add and he chuckles.

  “Well, perhaps...”

  While chatting like that we arrive home. Tony and Colin are sitting at the pool with gloomy faces, and they don't really cheer up when they see us arrive. But still, they get up and walk to the car and help us unload the purchases. I give Tony a long, passionate kiss and caress his face.

  “I see that you’re not in good mood, guys. Ted told us the news,” I say to them.

  They continue being gloomy.

  “Yes... And what about you? I see that you have spent your day busily,” Tony points at all the bags we are carrying home.

  “Exactly, Jim had a very good time with us. Perhaps you should have gone with us instead of playing football,” I reply, joyfully trying to cheer him up. “Well, he'll tell you everything, won't you, Jim?” I address him.

  “Oh, yeah, I will. It has been an experience, all three of them,” Jim sighs theatrically, but his eyes are smiling.

  “By the way, guys, you will have to convert Jim back from being a Mormon or a member of a queer New Era cult to whatever other religion,” Yasmin remarks.

  “What? What is she talking about, Jim?” exclaims Colin.

  We giggle and Jim laughs, too.

  “I wanted to see them model all these teddies in the erotic lingerie shop before buying but the staff didn't want to let me into the trying room, I had to think up something,” he explains still laughing.

  “What does religion have to do with sexy clothes?” Colin's bad mood apparently makes him a bit slow.

  “He just claimed that he was a member of a cult with a ridiculous name that he invented and all three of us were his wives. And that he had the right to enter the dressing room and see us,” I explain and this finally makes them smile.

  “Did you succeed?” asks Tony.

  “Well, I didn't,” Jim makes a face, “I should have kept my mouth shut and then I could have sneaked into the trying room unnoticed. Just like in Marks and Spencer...” he sighs.

  “What were you doing in Marks and Spencer?” asks Colin.

  “Eleyne was bra-fitting the gals, it was very interesting to watch,” he winks at the guys.

  “I bet it was,” comments Tony.

  We’re in the kitchen now unpacking the foodstuff and wine we bought. Then we pick the bags with our new sexy lingerie.

  “Do you want to have a look at what we bought in the sex shop? You will have to choose what you want us to wear tonight after the game on TV,” I smile seductively at Tony.

  “Well...” he hesitates, when Jim breaks in.

  “They are stunningly sexy wearing those. We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight.”

  “You’ve just told us that you didn't succeed in getting into the changing room to see them. So how can you know?” asks Colin.

  “Well, we went to the flat in the city afterwards,” Jim says, turning evasive.

  “Yes, we modeled some of the garments for him there... And also continued with our lesson for him, the one you, guys, interrupted yesterday,” I smile impishly.

  “You continued your lesson, you say,” Colin's mood changes again. “What did you take from here? I don't like it when you play with our toys without our permission.”

  “Oh, I just borrowed this,” I take the collar with cuffs out of my bag. “It was very efficient in getting his attention, wasn't it, Jim?” I wink at him.

  Jim only sighs.

  “Tricky gals...” Then he adds to Tony. “Eleyne really deserves a spanking. She put this stuff on me. Can you imagine?”

  I feel Tony’s hand going up my back, it closes on my hair and pulls gently.

  “Did you really, Eleyne? Naughty girl.” He smiles and my heart skips a bit, or perhaps I should say my pussy does. I glance at him and catch my breath. Will I finally get
some decent spanking? At the same time Colin is expressing his disapproval.

  “Don't you ever...” he starts speaking when I stick my tongue out at him. “Hey, didn't they tell you that sticking out your tongue at people is very bad manners? And where’s your collar, naughty lady?”

  “Didn’t they tell you, you don’t stick out your tongue unless you want to use it.” Jim murmurs but I still hear what he said.

  “They did both” I smile impudently, “that's why I save it for special occasions. And there's a special case here standing next to you. He needed to be reminded about certain things, but it seems that he needs to be reminded more often, so I suppose I should carry something like this with me whenever we go out with him, ”I continue teasing Colin and Jim. And also try to goad Tony into some action.

  “Eleyne, I promised!” Jim exclaims.

  “Yeeeah...” comments Yasmin, “and cows can fly!”

  “Where’s the collar, Eleyne?” Tony joins the inquiry, his hand land still holding my hair.

  “In the bedroom, Tony. It got wet when I was showering, I left it there to dry.” I explain. It looks like he thinks that the collar somehow marks me as his. Mrrr... I like this. I rub my face against his cheek fondly while he takes his time to look at me and think.

  “All this sounds very interesting. You will have to tell us everything,” he finally remarks, “after I take proper care of your naughty butt.”

  Colin agrees with him grumbling.

  “Spank her well. She should know there are certain rules. And that she will be punished for breaking them.

  Oh my… Seems like I touched a sensitive spot. He really likes being the boss. But as long as I get what I want I’m willing to break some of his rules. It might be interesting… But for now I just say.

  “OK, guys. I have to cook dinner. I'm sure it will make up for all the unpleasant things you have experienced today. And if it's not enough the night will compensate you for everything. Can you bring these upstairs?”