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

  Yasmin joins me after a few minutes.

  “Do you need help?”

  “Yes,” I hand her another knife, “we have to peel all these.” I point at all the potatoes, and there are quite a lot of them, as the guys do have appetite and there are going to be a quite a few of them, plus us, “then we need to slice them.”

  We start doing it and we chat, too.

  “Did Colin like the outfits?” I ask her.

  “Oh, yes, especially the maid costume...” she smiles.

  “Tony liked the maid costume very much, he expressed his approval of it very strongly,” I wink, “you didn’t hear us? Jim said he had...”

  “Nope... I was moaning myself...” Then she shakes her head. “You had enough time for it? I suppose we spent too much time talking because I just got some spanking. But then I couldn’t return the pleasure he gave me. And get some more. Actually, just as I was to do it, Jim called me to go down,..” she says, sulking a bit.

  “I got some spanking, too,” I purr, ”my butt is still a bit tender but I can sit. And you?”

  “Let me see,” she sits down on the nearest chair. “Not bad, I suppose I can survive it.” She giggles then adds. “I see you’re wearing the collar again.’

  “Yes, Tony put it on.” I tell her what happened.

  Peeling and slicing goes much faster with her help. Soon all of the potatoes are ready. So are all the main ingredients for the main dish after a few minutes. Now it's just a matter of taking the baking trays, the same ones Yasmin used for pizza yesterday night, and piling the veggies and the fish on them.

  “Ok, now we need some onions and garlic. Luckily, we have some frozen and already chopped ones,” here I hesitate, “I have no clue how much garlic the English are ready to tolerate in their food, but the Portuguese like it a lot. They put it into quite a lot of their dishes,” I say, remembering the holidays in Algarve.

  “Don't worry, they seem to be quite open and omnivorous as far as food is concerned. Just put as much as you always do.”

  So I decide to sprinkle the three trays with garlic quite liberally. I do the same with the onion. Yasmin seems horrified.

  “Eleyne, how are we supposed to kiss each other and the guys afterwards?”

  “Does it seem a lot to you? I've still put less than usual. Don't worry, if we all eat food with garlic and also drink wine, we won't really feel it that much from one another,” I answer, “we'll be at the same level of ‘garlication’.”

  I laugh pouring quite a lot of olive oil on everything.

  “And remember, I put no other condiments or spices or it, no salt no pepper. So onion and garlic have to be enough.”

  “Ok, now all three trays go into the oven, hopefully in 30 to 40 minutes dinner will be ready,” I announce, “now we have to cut veggies for salads. Where are those cucumbers? Can you chop them? We can make a salad with lettuce, tomatoes, onions, cucumbers and these yellow peppers, and perhaps some feta cheese.”

  “Sure,” Yasmin starts chopping the veggies.

  “What do you think I should do as a dressing? Only olive oil with vinegar? Or perhaps vinegrette? We still have some French mustard.”

  “You seem to like this type of cuisine very much, don't you?” Yasmin asks, her hands busy. “Make vinegrette.”

  “Yes I love Mediterranean food, Italian, Greek, Spanish, Portuguese. Well, I suppose French food counts, too. We still need to cut the cheese and this sausage for snacks, and to prepare olives the Portuguese way. I tried them a few times and they are very tasty,” I keep myself busy, too.

  Yasmin’s Story:

  The main dish is already in the oven, roasting and Eleyne asks me to help her with the salad, so we start cutting the veggies and shredding the lettuce. But it seems to me that she's making really a lot of food, maybe even too much.

  “Eleyne, aren't you exaggerating with the amount of food?”

  “If there were just seven of us, then perhaps yes, but don't you think that Drew, Steven and Don will accidentally show up for dinner, too? Yesterday your pizza was all devoured, the same happened to the Belgian-style mussels that I made for them. They already know that we make good food and they all have very good appetites,” she answers.

  “Well, with the amount of exercises that we provide them with,“ I chuckle.

  “Exactly,” she chuckles back, “and we have to feed them well if we want to get more exercises like these from them. They have to have strength for them,” she winks. And then adds, “I just hope that what Drew said in the morning is true.”

  “What did he say? Don't really remember...” I ask.

  “Well, about the rest of the Steels not staying later. They were supposed to go to some party with their girlfriends. I don't know about you, but I don't particularly feel like fucking them all. I hope we won't end up screwing all the metal bands here...”

  “I like them all but I just want to fuck Drew.” I laugh.

  “Good that Tony doesn't feel up to sharing with them, either. His pride really must have suffered in that game. He wants me for himself,” she says.

  “He really must have been convincing,” I remark.

  “Oh, yes...” she purrs. “Like a wild animal,” she smiles blissfully.

  I start to envy her, if she hadn't called me when she did, I could have got it, too. My face probably shows my feelings because she says.

  “Don't worry, we'll get a lot of this tonight; enough to make it up for your lost quickie. What are you going to wear?”

  “Don't know yet. Colin didn't exactly choose, but I think it will be the maid uniform. He was joking about me serving snacks to the Steels wearing it.”

  “Tony was exactly the opposite. He very forcefully forbade me to wear it while they are here,” she winks.

  “It seems that he really feels strongly,” I comment.

  “He does,” she agrees.

  While chatting, we get all the salads prepared and Eleyne decides to postpone making the dressing till the last minute. She suggests that I cut the cheese and the sausage for snacks, while she prepares the olives. I'm quite curious about it, but the way of preparations seems to be quite uncomplicated. She just dumps the olives into a big bowl and makes a dressing for it that consists of olive oil, a lot of oregano, some bay leaves and.... garlic. Noticing me watching her she says.

  “I told you, we won't really feel the garlic that much from each other. It just requires social solidarity. Either everybody eats it, or no one. And I'm not really putting that much on it.” She pours the dressing onto the olives and stirs everything. “Ok, now let's just put it aside for a while, the olives have to soak that taste. I'll help you with the cutting now.”

  Eleyne’s Story:

  We keep on preparing dinner and snacks while chatting. Dinner is in the oven, finishing cooking. The salad's ready, the snacks are almost done, too, when we hear Babette and Ted coming in. They have just come back from their outing to the French CC. She seems content about it, Ted's in a better mood either.

  “Can I help you with anything?” she asks.

  “Well, everything is almost done. You can just bring the plates and other stuff to the living room. And the glasses, ask the guys to open some wine... Whichever they want...”

  “With fish it should be white or rosé,” she declares.

  “Well, we are doing it another way, everybody drinks what they like,” Yasmin replies. Babette just casts a disapproving look at her, but doesn't comment. Apparently even in the France of 2011, there are people who don't exactly stick to these rules.

  “I just need to make the dressing for the salad. It's a matter of a few moments,” I say. They start to bring things to the living room while I mix oil, vinegar, mustard and some water and pour the mix on the salad and do some tossing. Then I hear another doorbell. It turns out that Drew, Steven and Don have just arrived. Babette comes back to kitchen to take the salad and I comment to her about it.

  “We were chatting with Yasmin and I predicted that these
three would show up for the dinner... Well, I already suspected this in the morning. It seems I was right...”

  “Yeah, they get good food, sex... Why wouldn't they come?” she laughs.

  We both go to the living room, and the table's already set and everybody's there.

  “Come on guys, I need your help to bring the fish here,” I announce.

  It seems that Jim's hungry again because he volunteers, so does Drew. They follow me to the kitchen.

  “Mmmm, it really smells nice,” Jim remarks.

  “It does, indeed. What did you cook?” asks Drew.

  “Roasted cod with potatoes, the Portuguese way,” I open the oven, “be careful, take some cloths or whatever. The trays are hot.”

  They obey and remove the trays from the oven with the help of some kitchen gloves. They bring it to the living room sniffing at the dish. I turn off the oven, but leave the last tray there to keep it warm. I follow them. Jim looks back at me and asks.

  “I saw one more tray... Where is it?”

  “I left it in the oven to keep it warm,” I answer him and address our guests. “What a coincidence that you've just happened to arrive for dinner?” I tease them, but they all look at me innocently. Steven finally volunteers.

  “We've brought some more wine,” and produces a few bottles of red and white wines from a plastic bag. “Where do you have a corkscrew?”

  I take the bottles with the white wine from him.

  “Let's chill these ones first.” I see the guys have already opened some bottles of chardonney and cabernet. I return to the kitchen and put the bottles in the fridge; Steven and Jim follow me and remove the last tray of fish from the oven. “Come on guys, don't you think there's enough on the table? It will only get cold,” I complain.

  “Don't worry, Eleyne. We'll eat everything before it gets cold,” Steven winks, and then says to Jim on the way back to the living room, “I've heard that you went shopping for bras with the gals.”

  We're already back in the living room so everybody hears Jim's answer.

  “Yeah, Eleyne was bra-fitting Yasmin and Babette. I haven’t laughed so hard for a long time.”

  “Did you really? Well, tell us about it,” Don urges him, “it seems you were having a very nice time while the Steels were killing us. Perhaps we should have gone with you?”

  “You wouldn't all fit into a trying room in Marks and Spencer,” I wink, “Jim managed to sneak in when that dragon of a shop assistant wasn't looking, but I suppose it would have been hard to explain to her why we suddenly have a few guys in a women's trying room,” I add.

  “Well, if there was only one of you there, you could have always claimed that you're a Mormon and we're all your wives,” Yasmin giggles, “but if you all wanted to sneak in we would have had to invent some new religion and said you’re all our husbands.”

  “What the hell!” exclaims Drew. “Did Jim do it?”

  “Yeah, he did when we were in an erotic lingerie store. He really wanted to see us try on all the teddies and stuff we were buying,” Yasmin answers him.

  “Did it work?” all three of the guests ask almost at the same time.

  “Nope, it didn't,” Jim laughs, “I'll have to think up something else next time.”

  “Well, you should have said that as you're going to leave a lot of money there, they should have complied to your wishes,” Babette suggests, “you even started, but didn't push it hard enough. You would have won. The customer is king, as they say.”

  Everybody laughs, but Tony, Colin and Ted still seem to be a bit tense, they keep on casting sour glances at Drew even though we try to joke and make their moods better. Then all the guys start to talk about the game they played and everything we gained disappears.

  Yasmin’s Story:

  Drew looks exultant and happy while he devours helping after helping of roasted cod and salad.

  “What's up, Colin?” he asks, looking at Colin, who is at my side in front of him. “Are you feeling sick? Don´t you like the dinner that Eleyne made?”

  Colin just looks at him and does not say anything for a second, and then replies.

  “Aren't you feeling exceedingly glad? I’m just tired, but feeling good.”

  “I have my reasons,” says Drew, “good reasons. Five good reasons.” He’s boasting and he’s making sure I can see it. I’m not 100 per cent sure if I like this side of him. But I suppose its natural, this kind of preening…

  “Fucking stupid,” says Tony bitterly. His arm is possessively surrounding Eleyne. “Why do you have to say five?”

  “Well, let us guess,” answers Drew, making a funny face, “Three of these reasons were mine and you only had one.”

  “Oh, shut up!” Colin snorts. “We had only one because when I was about to give you a reason to worry about one of your mates grabbed me by the waist.”

  “And showed how old and bad your clothes were,” Drew laughs.

  “Hey,” Steven intervenes, “this has all ended. Let´s eat, please.”

  “You, Steven, are part of the defeated team, so better don´t try to be part of the peace corps,” says Drew, and then he looks at me. “Why didn’t you come with us today? You would have seen by yourself who rules in football.”

  “I think Drew that tonight,” Rob says ominously, “you can go with your mates to your party, what do you think, Yasmin?”

  “Oh,” I have no clue what to think, Drew still excites me, “I don´t know...”

  “She will make the decision,” says Colin and watches me waiting for the reply, which he supposes will be affirmative.

  “Why can’t he stay with us?” I say. “Let´s forget it all, Colin.”

  “You want him, I let you have him.” He looks at me nervously then continues irritated. “But look at what he did today? He played dirty tricks with us and now he’s trying to make fools of all us. If he’s so pleased with his team’s victory, he can go and cheer at their fucking party.”

  “Right,” confirms Tony, “they can cheer all the bloody night away from us.”

  “But the rest of band is coming here tonight,” I break in. “Are you angry with them?”

  “No,” says Tony, “but we didn’t like what they did today and we’re not able to stand the stupid jokes that Drew is making. They will come to pass a couple of hours, watch the Germany and England match, eat, drink and go away right to their party... without fucking our girls.”

  Drew looks down to his dish, as if he repented his behavior but his face has still a bright impish look.

  “Oh,” I say a bit helplessly, “but Drew...well, he has been joking, I know how it goes. You, men, and many women are especially brilliant when your opponent loses and you win. Tell me, wouldn't you be doing the same with them if they had lost the match?”

  Drew takes a brief look at me and grins.

  “Gentlemen,” Eleyne breaks in. “Stop quarreling,” she demands. “I know your egos got bruised, but it was only a friendly game of football to keep you fit, wasn't it? Or did you try to prove something with it?”

  They murmur around the table and Colin says.

  “Ok, Yasmin. He’s staying.”

  “But, my God,” says Babette, “where has all the roasted cod gone? If you eat like this when you’re depressed...”

  “Well, not a difference really. Has anything edible ever remained on a table while we're here?” Eleyne asks.

  The guys laugh and Jim reaches to take the wine bottle, but Colin holds his hand announcing:

  “You’re sinning, man. No more wine.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about?” Jim is stunned.

  Drew adds.

  “You probably forget that your religion bans wine and liquors.”

  “What religion?” Jim is amazed.

  Drew raises his eyebrows and explains.

  “You declared to be a Mormon or whatever you invented only this afternoon... Mormons don’t drink alcohol, Jim.”

  Eleyne’s Story:

  Jim lo
oks as if somebody just hit him on the head. We start laughing.

  “Caught by your own cleverness, Jim,” Yasmin says.

  “I told you, we'll get you converted into whatever other religion faster than you can imagine, it seems this time has come,” I add.

  He's quick.

  “OK, I'm not a follower of the religion I have created anymore. I follow my new own religion which says 'pour more wine',” he declares while he extends his hand with a glass to Tony who´s holding the bottle at the moment.

  “Does it mean we're not your wives anymore?” Yasmin asks.

  “Good that we can still buy these dildos from that other sex shop. What are we, poor lonely gals, supposed to do?” I add sighing theatrically and we both burst out laughing. We laugh so hard we almost have tears in our eyes while the guys watch us stunned.

  “Is there something we don't know about?” Colin sighs. “What dildos, Yasmin? Aren't we enough? Aren't there enough toys at home?” He's exasperated.

  I recover a bit just to answer him.

  “We were just teasing Jim, he was impossible as usual trying to pick up a shop assistant in the sex shop. We just couldn't let it go, could we?” I still chuckle. But then we hear a doorbell, it seems that more quests have arrived. While the guys go to open the door I address Babette.

  “We prepared dinner and snacks. I suppose it's your turn to do the cleaning and washing up.”

  She sighs.

  “I knew you would say that... OK, let's remove all of these,” and she starts collecting the trays. I pick the plates, Yasmin does the same with the bowls. Then hesitates...

  “Let's leave the glasses. We may still want some wine.”

  We carry all the stuff to the kitchen and then go out curiously to see the new guests while Babette begins to fill the dishwasher.

  Yasmin’s Story:

  Our men are returning to their habitual good moods when we hear the doorbell ringing. They get up and go to the door of the mansion to welcome their guests. We, gals, follow them, curious about the new pack of metal men who will be our new acquaintances.