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

  While she complains about her website designers the door opens and Yasmin enters. She looks at us, and at the bottle.

  “You gals are having a good time here, aren't you?”

  “Oh, yes. We are. We are beautifying ourselves,” Babette answers and adds quickly. “Don't tell the guys, they have to think that our beauty is a natural thing that doesn't require any enhancements.”

  “OK,” she answers laughing.

  “What was that noise?” I ask. “We got an impression that Germany scored. We heard a lot of swearing.”

  Yasmin’s Story:

  I go down to the basement to see if the gals are alright, and I leave the men chatting aloud about the possible outcome of the match. While I'm going down the basement stairs, I notice that there are other doors along the aisle, maybe they hide other secrets or are plainly closets and unused rooms. The guys are renting the house, surely they don´t need all the rooms, but I get an impression that one of these is a studio.

  I find the gals having a funny time, drinking wine and talking about cosmetics.

  “Well, just don´t fall asleep, babies. Such relaxing baths can be dangerous. You can get drowned,” I remark. “The guys are concerned about you, even when their team is losing scandalously.”

  Eleyne and Babette feel cheered up by this commentary, Eleyne adds.

  “So we have them under our dirty paws.”

  We giggle and I say.

  “To be quite under our paws, they shall fuck much more tonight.”

  “Our teddies will perform the trick,” says Babette.

  “Better say that what will fill the teddies will perform the trick,” I correct.

  “Aren’t they drinking too much?” asks Eleyne.

  “I managed to reduce the drinks and encouraged them to eat a little more, but the English team helps a lot: they’re much too busy cursing them to think about drinking more.”

  We laugh and Babette adds.

  “Hope the Steels will fly after the match ends; they were so annoying for me, like a pain in the ass.”

  “Did you notice how Mike was looking at you?” Eleyne asks her.

  “Yeah, and Andy and Alan had their eyes on your boobs,” she comments.

  “And Jack had his eyes for you, Yasmin,” Eleyne adds.

  “They were targeting us obviously,” I comment, “but they won't go on if our guys set the limits.

  “Hope they will,” adds Babette.

  I return upstairs and begin to search for something edible; there are no olives left, but I find a couple of packs of crisps and prepare some toast, brushing the slices with olive oil and putting a cheese dice over it. I then put everything in the oven and wait a few minutes until they are ready. I put all this on a tray and notice that the men have taken the rest of the beer, and I’m not really sure if there is more in the fridge. I’m walking with the tray to the living room when I hear them talking, the door is half closed but I’m in the shadows so I stop to listen.

  “Well,” I hear someone says cheerfully, “these girls really rock, they look so hot and have a dirty glance when you look directly at them.”

  “Hey!” Jim exclaims, “aren´t you going too fast and too far? They´re simply acting friendly towards you.”

  “But,” says other voice, “they’re really hot, yummy girls. They´re the best you have got in a couple of years.”

  “Great boobs, great arses, pretty faces!” exclaims another voice.

  “And they can cook very well, almost as well as they fuck,” comments Drew.

  “And what is their best expertise?” another voice asks. “Blowjobs? Double penetration? Assf...”

  I hear exclamations and some cursing.

  “Hey, the girls are not here just for fucking. They´re clever, you can talk with them,” Colin protests.

  “Won´t your girls come with us to our party tonight? Why not? You can take them now. Call them after the match and we'll head to the party immediately. They´ll have a lot of fun and sex, too.”

  I hear our guys saying.

  “No, no, no.”

  That's fine, I think, but if they say we will go, I won´t accept it. I’ll stay home and if they want to fuck new girls, it’s OK for me. But I won´t leave this house. I’m growing nervous while listening to what they’re saying.

  “The gals won´t go,” says Ted, “they´re used to our routine and won´t accept somebody new.”

  “But Steven, Don and Drew have been fucking them for at least two days,” someone protests.

  “Steven, Don and Drew came in... an early stage,” comments Colin, “now, the things are changing. Anyway they’re going to tour in a few days. I don´t know. The girls won´t accept new guests, that is my impression.”

  “What you say isn't very logical,” another voice doubts, “the girls are very happy to party with you and those other three, why won´t they accept new companions?”

  Silence falls.

  “We understand what you say,” Tony's voice breaks the spell, “but we don’t feel like sharing our girls anymore.”

  “We can keep them very happy with only our presence,” adds Jim.

  “But what is the fuck, guys? Come with us tonight and take a look at our herd,” now it’s Drew who’s talking and trying to convince them, “and we can swing the girls with you. There´re a lot of fuckable, hot women with us. Take what you want.”

  Then comes another period of silence and I get a feeling that they are looking to the half- opened door. So I go back slowly, but they return to talk again.

  “I don´t want to swing Yasmin, she´s OK with me. That's my final word,” says Colin. I feel relieved.

  “And if she wants to swing?” asks someone.

  But Jim changes the subject.

  “The match is beginning again.”

  “I will ask her,” says Colin.

  “I won´t swing Yasmin, either,” adds Jim, “and I won´t ask her, either.”

  “Eleyne stays here,” declares Tony.

  “So does Babette,” Ted states equally firmly.

  “I get that you´re still furious with us for the match,” comments Drew, “or afraid that the girls will find something greener than green.”

  This brings loud laughter from the living room.

  “You´re wrong,” Tony denies.

  “They have already found something greener than green and they enjoy it very much,” Jim sounds confident.

  “You’re trying to put your dirty paws on them so much that it makes me think they are much nicer than your gals,” Colin remarks offhandedly.

  “It seems that you´re getting attached to the girls,” Drew sounds bothered.

  I take the tray and make my entrance.

  They all look at me and shoot some nice comments.

  “How are the girls?” asks Tony and Ted at the same time.

  “They're fine, but I may leave in half an hour to see that they remain awake.”

  “Please, do it, hun,” says Tony, smiling sweetly at me.

  The TV screen shows the boring match restarting again.

  “This game sucks,” says Don and takes a look at me. “Hey, Yasmin, will you go partying with new friends tonight?”

  “I won´t, Don. I prefer to stay at home.”

  I know that the three guys are watching me with a touch of pride for having refused their opponents, and I hardly can hide my smile seeing the frustrated faces of the Steels.

  Eleyne’s Story:

  Yasmin leaves us to our own entertainment in the tub. The foam is already almost overflowing the edges of the tub, so I turn the jacuzzi off and continue sipping wine. But Babette urges me.

  “Come on, galfriend. Finish your wine and let's do some pedicures. I see you brought here some tools for doing it. My feet definitely need some scrubbing. Do mine and I'll do yours. Then we have to wash, put some body lotion - I saw you have some, too. Our skin will be fucking dry after this crap you put here. And dry our hair...”

  “Yeah, and we’ll make ours
elves look gorgeous for the guys. Have you chosen what you are going to wear tonight? And are you going to stay downstairs with us?” I finish my wine.

  “I don't know yet, I'll let Ted choose on both accounts,” she winks and hands me the scrubber; her foot emerges from under the water.

  So for the next several minutes we are busy reciprocating pedicures and then washing each other's backs. Finally we’re done with everything. Babette removes the plug and takes a shower head.

  “OK. Now to rinse all this foam,” she turns the water on.

  After a few minutes we are out of the tub drying ourselves and applying some body lotion. Again, we reciprocate rubbing each other's backs. When we are finished with all the things I wrap the towel around me and put back my collar on.

  “You're going out of here like this?” Babette seems concerned.

  “Yeah, it's no use getting dressed into these,” I point at the unfresh clothes that I was wearing, “I'll just sneak through fast, they should still be watching the game. Can you hear them making this noise?”

  “Oh, yeah. But let's look outside first if there's anyone around,” she says.

  “No problem,” I stick my head out, “here there's no one, we can go.”

  We tiptoe to the ground level, look out again. But the hall is empty and we can just hear the roar from the living room. So we cross the hall quietly and climb the stairs.

  “We'll have to come back there later on, to wash the tub,” I remind her.

  “Yes, I know, but I want to dry my hair and get dressed first,” she answers.

  We go to our guys' bedrooms. I can see that the boxes with sexy outfits are still on the bed and wonder if Tony has already chosen what he wants me to wear tonight. But for now, I decide to put on a long skirt and a fresh top. I also want to do a little make-up and dry my hair.

  When I'm ready, I hear a knocking on the door. It's Babette, she has chosen to wear a long skirt, too, this time but she is looking gorgeous anyway.

  “I already cleaned the tub, here you are,” she hands me my clothes that I left downstairs. “Do you have a clue where they have a washing machine? I have some things that already need it, I hate hand washing.”

  “So do I on both counts. I have no idea where the washing machine is, we have to ask the guys. Yasmin probably has some stuff to wash, too.”

  Babette is looking at our bed and the boxes there, and the unpacked French maid outfit.

  “Is this what you bought with Jim in that other sex shop? It is cool. Let me take the packaging of it, I'll show it to Ted later...”

  “Sure, go on. Tony already expressed his hot approval of it,” I wink at her.

  She picks the box and we go out, she takes it to Ted's bedroom, then walks out.

  “Let's go down and join them, otherwise the Steels, however irritating they may seem to you, will think that we are some savages who don't know how to behave. Let's at least say good bye. I think the match is already ending,” I suggest.

  We walk down and enter the living room to find the guys quite happy and cheerful. It seems the England has managed to draw even.

  Yasmin’s Story:

  After Don's questions, things turn tense here. The men are watching the monotonous match, but they exchange some bitter glances now and then. It looks as if the Steels have realised that our guys are bitter and hurt. So they won´t allow their gals to participate in any party and won´t suggest any swinging with them. Drew seems especially interested in talking with me, but he doesn’t dare to do it in front of the rest of the Twist guys; he just keeps glancing at me now and then. I remember that I have to check on the girls in the basement but when I go down I find Babette alone washing the bathroom, so we exchange a few words and I return upstairs to tell the men everything is alright.

  In a moment the English team scores a goal: they all jump up together at the same time and cheer loudly. I’m dragged by the energy of the moment and share their joy, after some seconds I realize that it is England who has scored but I don´t care much...who will know it in Argentina? I think that and burst out laughing while hugging the guys. However, I don´t dare to hug any of the Steels but Drew. They all look at me and I notice that my boobs are evidently trying to overflow my top due to my jumping, but I ignore this and walk away to the kitchen with some excuse so that I can rearrange my clothes.

  The match is about to finish in a few of minutes, the men are enjoying the score but not really satisfied with their team’s performance. The comments I hear are loud and full of curses. I smile at hearing such a string of outrageous words but I like it. After all, men are the same in any part of this planet when it comes to sports.

  Suddenly, I hear the girls’ voices in the living room so I get up and reunite with them:

  “Hi, girls,” I say, “you look gorgeous, really cool.”

  “Thanks, Yasmin,” answer Eleyne and Babette together, and Eleyne adds.

  “You should take a rest, too. The night is very hot. We may have to use the air conditioner to sleep tonight.”

  “Yes, it’s true,” says Colin. “Why didn’t you take that bath with them? You just wasted your time with that fucking football match and it was a failure, bloody hell, you were right, this team is crap. Go now, Yasmin, use the jacuzzi if you like.”

  “Refresh yourself,” suggests Babette, “the jacuzzi is clean and ready to be used again.”

  The Steels are evaluating the situation, I think, they won’t retreat without a last effort to get their goals accomplished.

  “I thought that the three of us, it wouldn’t have been comfortable in the jacuzzi and, anyway, I wanted to watch the game with you. I'll have a shower, it will help me,” I sip my last beer and Colin frowns.

  “You´re drinking too much, and I won´t play nurse assistant to faints tonight.”

  “Faints?” asks Alan disconcertedly. “The girls here faint? Why?”

  All the Steels are stunned. Drew explains to them.

  “These gals have the amazing habit of fainting when they fuck these guys.”

  They all laugh incredulously, but Colin is completely uncomfortable with the reaction of the men.

  “Don´t laugh, assholes. The days were too hot, the gals are tired. They´ve worked too much on their project.”

  He tries to convince the Steels, but nobody really believes him.

  “Hey,” says Jack, “then, they may enjoy going out tonight and having something different...if they are so stressed as to faint. What do you think, Eleyne? Won´t you come with us and your guys to a fun party tonight?”

  “We will love to have you with us,” adds Andy and addressing Babette he says.

  “You are welcome, too. Hot chicks are always welcome to our circle. But try not to faint, sweeties.”

  They laugh loudly between one another at Andy’s joke until Don announces.

  “They faint because we’re their sex gods,” he explains plainly, “no matter if it is an under zero temperature or scorching hot, they will faint anyway and you can’t help it. They´ve made us their sex gods.”

  Laughs and incredulity mix in the eyes of the Steels.

  “Hey, what have you been drinking? My God!” exclaims Mike, “I can´t believe a fucking word of what you are saying, kid.”

  “That´s what they say,” confirms Steven, “and I have my reasons to believe them.”

  “But you didn’t reply, babies,” Andy insists, “are you coming with us tonight? We guarantee fun all night long for you and,” pointing with the index finger to our guys, “ for them, too. You will get compensated for swinging the girls. Won´t you all come?”

  “Last time I looked there was no regulation saying that we have to screw all the metal bands. Has it changed when I wasn't paying attention?” Eleyne turns witty. It makes our guys chuckle, but then she adds firmly with a feline shine in her eyes. “We won´t go. We will stay here with them. And don´t laugh at our sex gods, please,” she comes closer to Tony and Jim.

  “I agree with Eleyne, we love t
hem too much to swing with anybody else,” I can see that she´s kind of proud of speaking her feelings in public.

  “Well,” Andy sighs apparently giving up, “maybe in the future you will change your mind. Anyway, it was a pleasure to meet such beauties.”

  “May I add something?” asks Colin. “I said it before and I’m saying it again: If your girls are so nice and hot as ours, why are you so frantically trying to swing with us?”

  The Steels freeze and then laugh again, but don´t say anything about the matter. They kiss our cheeks goodbye and promise to return before we leave. They are walking out to the gates of the mansion escorted by our guys, some taxis are waiting for them.

  When our men return to the living room Tony remembers a comment made by Alan.

  “In that stone mound on the hill they saw some bonfires but there were no people around, strange, isn´t it?”

  “Bonfires?” asks Jim. “What day´s today?”

  “June 24,” I answer, “a magic night.”

  The men are not paying too much attention to my comment but Jim keeps on asking.

  “Why is it magic? I remember something: today's a Catholic holiday, isn´t it? Saint John's night? What does it have to do with witches and magic?”

  “Yes,” says Babette, “it’s a Catholic holiday and in France we make bonfires to celebrate.”

  “Well,” I say, “it’s an old tradition that was originally pagan, but it was taken over by the Church. It’s a celebration of the summer and the fire, people jump over the bonfire to prove they dominate the fire element of the magic...but I won´t go on too long in this subject or you will fall asleep.”

  “Keep on, Yasmin,” says Tony and Jim. Babette agrees with them.

  “This night is said to open gates to other dimensions, to cast spiritual gifts upon a chosen person and to perform some unusual magical effect as seeing ghosts of the past, revealing treasures...or to make women dance naked in the moonlight.”

  Everybody laughs at my last words.

  “It´s a wonderful night,” cheers Tony. “We will include it in our calendar.”