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

  “Yeah,” says Jim. “It will be my new religion, a June 24 night religion. I bet it won´t fail the last prophecy: to see naked women under the moonlight. We can party in the garden.”

  “No!” exclaims Babette, “there are bugs, mosquitoes... we will have to scratch our butts for weeks.”

  We laugh again and I suggest.

  “We could take some cool drinks in the garden, but we won´t have sex over the grass, thanks. My arse is sensitive.”

  They laugh again. Their eyes are bright and soothing, I feel I’m melting now. Then Eleyne comes around and asks:

  “What's happening? Something funny? Did the Steels leave at last? Oh God, they got so annoying at the end...” Tony embraces her fondly immediately. He must be really satisfied with her decision.

  “Like a pain in the ass,” adds Babette and we laugh.

  “Well, babies,” says Tony, “the magic night is calling you, what are you waiting for?”

  We giggle and each of us goes upstairs.

  “Where´s Colin?” I ask.

  “Oh, Yasmin, you can´t live without knowing where he is or what he’s doing,” comments Babette, “he was just sitting near the pool.”

  “OK, I want to show him the teddies, that´s why I’m looking for him,” I say.

  “I know, I know,” murmurs Babette, giggling while she goes upstairs with Ted.

  I go out and sit with Colin almost without making noise, he looks blank.

  “Do you want to see all the teddies?” I purr.

  “Well, maybe,” he says and adds in another tone. “Those guys were annoying me, talking nonsense as if you were something to exchange. Go to fuck!”

  “But we chose to stay with you,” I stick to his shoulder shyly, as if I didn’t do it with him before.

  “That´s cool, Yasmin. I thought that you and the rest of the gals would be bored to death with us that you would go partying with them.” He looks at me and says. “But you like them.”

  I laugh.

  “Yeah, I like band but I like to be with you. And don´t ask me why, you fucking metal head.”

  “And what is that the Steels saw?” he changes the subject while we’re going up.

  “I think that some kind of sect is celebrating this holiday in its own way.”

  Eleyne’s Story:

  It seems that the guys are at least partially happy with the result of the game. England has fought to a draw, meaning it hasn’t lost face, but apparently they would have preferred a better outcome.

  The conversation that follows isn’t really so surprising, I can see the Steels’ expressions when they look at our boobs, but what really amazes me is that they insist even though they’ve already heard a ‘no’. Why do they really want to screw us so much? They do have their girlfriends, but then I remember Mike mentioning that his is a fashion model and I begin to understand. If fashion models of the mid-‘80s are the same as in 2011, then she's scrawny and titless. If the others are the same, then no wonder they want to put their paws on us so frantically. Anyway, I don't really feel enthusiastic about shagging more guys, they don’t really excite me. I'm perfectly happy with Tony and Jim, these two princes of mine, together they take me to heaven, with addition of Don, Steven and Drew, it's even more than any gal could ask for. So I’m just firm in my refusal.

  The Steels finally make their leave and our guys see them off to the taxis that are waiting for them. Drew, Don and Steven are staying with us. The latter two are not very surprised at our decision, but Drew obviously is finding it hard to digest that we refused his mates.

  “Don't you like my band mates?” he asks, addressing us.

  “It's not a matter of liking or not. A gal has to put some limits somewhere,” I answer primly.

  Yasmin adds.

  “I like all of you guys, but it doesn't mean that I want to fuck all of you. Moreover, I’m a die-hard fan of your band, I love your music, but I don´t feel attracted to your mates in a sexual way.”

  Drew winces and snarls, lowering his glance to the carpet covered with empty beer cans and used paper napkins

  “Neither do I,” says Babette.

  I look around the living room taking at all the mess the guys created during the match.

  “You really made a pigsty out of this room,” I express my disapproval. I don't really feel like cleaning all of it. I see that Babette also has some kind of disgust in her eyes and I know she shares my feelings about cleaning up here.

  “Drew,” I snap my fingers to catch his attention, “all these cans and bottles on the floor and on the table don't have legs and won't go to the trash bin on their own. Get your arses up and pick up all of them. You can as well bring the dirty bowls to the kitchen, too.”

  “What?” He seems stunned.

  “You heard her,” Babette answers him. “Clean up here guys!” She claps her hands. “Now!” She gets firm.

  “You don't have to take your revenge on me like this,” he complains.

  “It's not revenge, though your mates' behaviour was irritating enough,” I smile, “it's a matter of policy, you got served dinner, drinks and snacks were put in front of your noses. Now it's your turn. It's a fair division of work,” I explain.

  “Are you including us too?” asks Steven, he doesn't really seem willing to move.

  “Yes, we are,” it's Babette who answers him, “move your arses guys, we will need this room.”

  They finally move and start collecting all the trash, but I can see that it's not something that is to their liking, obviously they were expecting a full service. I can hear them murmuring to each other. The gals wink at me and leave the room. I stay to supervise and point out some forgotten can or bottle now and then. I don't want to end up lying on some garbage that went unnoticed. In a few minutes the living room resembles a living room again, so I leave them and join the gals who are talking with Tony and Jim, apparently about some magic night.

  Tony urges us to go upstairs, does he finally want to choose the outfit? We climb the stairs talking when it turns out that Colin is in the garden; so Yasmin turns back and goes to join him there, but we continue to our bedroom. Jim follows. He's obviously interested in choosing a sexy outfit too. .

  “You didn't want to go with the Steels,” I hear him say after the bedroom door closes behind us.

  I look at both of them.

  “Why would I? You're the ones that I want. Not the Steels. It's not them I was daydreaming about for long months before coming here,” I answer looking into their eyes. Then I point to the bed. “What do you want me to wear, guys?” I smile seductively, taking their hands and leading them closer. “Choose what you please.”

  Jim picks the unpacked French maid outfit from the bed and asks Tony.

  “What about this one?”

  Tony's eyes sparkle and his hand trails down to my butt.

  “It's hot, we already tried this one, but let's not close our eyes to other possibilities...”

  He starts browsing through the other boxes.

  “Yeah, I heard you. Did you ask her to put on the stockings with it?” asks Jim.

  “No, I didn't, I was too impatient to screw her immediately after I saw her wearing it,” Tony replies.

  “Did she get her spanking?” Jim winks at Tony. “Or do we have to do it now.?”

  “She got it, but I just had to fuck her first anyway. As a French maid she’s too hot to resist.”

  “Hmmm, looks like this time we have to do it properly, stockings really...” Jim starts talking than stops apparently at a loss for words. After a few moments he gathers his thoughts, “you looked extremely hot, like a sex goddess, in these stockings last night, Eleyne,” he smiles at me.

  “Well, thank you, Jim,” I smile back.

  After a few minutes of deliberation, they finally decide that they want me to wear the maid outfit with stockings, and the high-heeled shoes Yasmin purchased for me yesterday. I kiss both of them.

  “OK, guys, give me a few minutes and I'll put
everything on. Do you want to wait for me here or in the living room?”

  They glance at each other, and Tony decides.

  “Come downstairs when you're ready,” their smiles promise sexual heaven and I can already feel my pussy stirring when they walk out.

  So I get prepared. I change into the outfit, put on the stockings and shoes and then stand in front of the mirror, trying to decide what to do with my hair. Should I leave it hanging loosely or to pile it up in a bun? Finally, I decide in favor of the latter - it will somehow add a little more flavor to the maid costume. Maids wear their hair that way after all. I know the guys will mess up the bun quite quickly, but it's the first impression that counts. Finally, I'm ready and I walk down but when I'm about to enter the living room I can hear Drew's voice talking, so I stop to listen.

  “Eleyne made us clean up here,” he complains.

  “Yes, I can see that there are no more cans on the floor, but I thought it was the gals who arranged it here,” Tony's voice answers.

  “You thought so... My arse!” Drew exclaims,“ she and Babette snapped their fingers at us and made us do it. They were very firm about it,” his voice has sulking tones.

  I can hear Tony and Jim laugh loudly.

  “Well, you must have pissed her off with something. Just like these drunken assholes in the Dungeon yesterday. Be happy that she didn't use you as a punching bag to practice her boxing skills,” Jim chuckles.

  “I guess that now, you will have to be very nice to her to apologize for your mates' lustful behavior,” Tony laughs at him, too.

  “But she and Babette included us in their command to clean here even though we were nice to them,” protests Steven.

  “Well, Eleyne can be a bit firm about the cleaning thing. Once she said that she doesn't mind cooking, but she hates cleaning and washing afterwards,” Jim explains. “She did it to us, too, once. After that excellent goulash that she made,” he adds, with a hint of longing in his voice.

  “Oh, yeah. That stew she made was delicious,” confirms Tony, “so was tonight's fish.”

  I listen and smile. But I don't hear Colin's voice, nor Yasmin’s. Are they still upstairs? I wonder, to enter or not to enter yet. Being alone with five horny guys while wearing this sexy outfit, without Yasmin to take her share may be a bit too much to take; however, I hear Tony say.

  “What is taking her so long? She should be already down here. I'll go and have a look,” he decides.

  “Yasmin and Colin should be down here, too. I'll go and check,” Jim joins him.

  So I decide to make my entrance. I curtsy at the door.

  “Bon soir, messieurs,” I try to act like a French maid and practice my language on them. “Voulez-vous quelque chose?”

  They all gasp and wolf whistle loudly when they see me; I turn around slowly showing them everything, then bend down to let them see that the panties I’m wearing don’t cover too much either. I play with my feather duster, running it over my skin. The feathers tickle a bit, but it’s a nice feeling. Fortunately it doesn’t make me giggle. They keep on staring at me in excitement, taking in all the details of the outfit. They're feasting their eyes on my exposed boobs and I can hear their breath accelerating and it looks like their pants are suddenly getting to be too tight under the waist.

  “Come on here, babe,” Jim's already at the door and grabs my hand, leading me to the sofa and other guys. Their looks make me feel like a piece of beef in a company of five hungry cats. He sits me amongst the guys and suddenly I have their hands all over me, touching, pinching my nipples. Tony starts kissing me and I moan, feeling my blood run faster. The heat in my pussy is getting hotter, and desire is claiming my body, making me surrender to all of them. Through the haze of excitement I vaguely hear Jim saying.

  “I'll go up to bring Yasmin and Colin.”

  I whimper in pleasure that their hands and lips bring when Tony suggests.

  “I have an idea. She's a French maid now... isn't she?” His hands get me up, “be a good maid and bring us some champagne, sweetheart.”

  My mind's still fuzzy but I manage to utter.

  “Yes, my lord,” my legs are a bit jellyfied but I still manage to curtsy again before going out.

  The guys chuckle when I leave the living room. I feel really horny about this night’s potential, the desire almost stops me thinking while I get a bottle of the requested alcohol from the fridge and put it on a tray. I get some glasses, too, and walk back to the living room. When I enter I see the guys already have gotten rid of their shirts but are still wearing trousers.

  “Votre champagne, messieurs,” I look into their eyes.

  “Open the bottle sweetheart,” Tony’s voice is husky, thick with desire. I can see something tenting up in his trousers. I lick my lips greedily putting the tray down and do as he wishes, pouring the champagne into the glasses and serving them. Everybody takes his glass and I put the tray away and wait for more orders. Meanwhile, Tony and the others sip their drinks, their eyes on me all the time. I know they are getting more and more excited. I just wonder what they will ask next... perhaps to dust off their dicks? Suddenly, Tony tilts his glass and spills some champagne on his chest, I gasp watching it.

  “Come on here, Eleyne, lick it,” I comply eagerly, start licking and sucking his nipples. I begin to get wild again, I wanna have him so much. My pussy burns making me moan. I slowly go down his tummy and undo his pants, and pull out his erect dick. He's so hard I would like to straddle him at once but he brings my head down.

  “Suck it, honey,” and I do while the other guys remove their trousers, too, their hard dicks springing out of them. They surround me...

  Yasmin’s Story:

  We enter the bedroom talking about bonfires, witches and everything I told the others downstairs. Well, for a moment an idea strikes us of going tonight to the stone circle and taking a look around to discover something meaningful, but immediately we perceive a kind of danger in that.

  “I remember you have one thing that belongs to this circle,” Colin scratches his head, “something that resembles a ring, odd enough to forget that.”

  “But we can go after a couple of hours, near the dawn, and just take some photos. Perhaps we can catch some devotee making a ritual.”

  “And he or she can sink a knife in our necks,” Colin laughs. “Stay here, Yasmin. Being a researcher tonight is not good idea. And near the dawn we’ll be too tired to go rummaging around those stones. ”He sits on the bed and begins to inspect the packages, I go to the closet and take all that I have stored there, place them over the bed; he takes a look at everything and asks.

  “What´s your favorite teddy?”

  “No, no. It’s about you, not about me.”

  He sighs and leans over the pillows.

  “Open the packages,” he says and I diligently open all of them. He picks one of the teddies, the red one with lace and suspenders, inspects it, discards it. So, all the teddies are submitted to a close inspection by him and it seems he’s not interested in any. After some time, he finds that sadomaso-style teddy he looks at me stunned.

  “Where did the hell you buy this? Is it another of Jim’s brilliant idea?”

  “Why?” I’m confused at his reaction. He looks disgusted.

  “Because these kinds of clothes are sold in certain shops where I wouldn’t have taken you, Yasmin. Get it? It’s not the teddy, it’s the place where you bought it and if Jim took you there, he’s an amazing ass!”

  I sigh relieved and tell him promptly.

  “I don´t know about the shops that sell those teddies. We found it in a regular erotic lingerie shop in the city. Nothing too kinky about the shop.”

  “Alright,” he says, “but I don´t like this tonight,” and he tosses the spiked teddy back to its box, “I like the maid uniform, damn it. I couldn't get it out of my head, even when the Steels were talking bullshit.”

  I’m glad at buying it, and as it’s Jim's brilliant idea I say.

  “We
ll, at least, give him credit for choosing these uniforms.”

  “Of course,” he says and he takes the uniform and hands it to me.

  “I´m waiting here, Yasmin. Take a shower, take your time, ok?” he says, winks at me and begins to search in the night table.

  “What are you looking for? I wonder if you are looking for the ipod.”

  He looks at me and smiles.

  “How did you know?”

  “OK, it will keep your good humor while you’re waiting for me. Use the games section.”

  “I´ll be your good boy, sweetie,” he finds the ipod and starts searching for the games.

  I take a shower, wash my hair and use some conditioner to make it shiny and easy to comb out, but I notice its texture is slightly different from what I’m used to. It’s quite thick and heavy and it takes a lot of water till the product disappears from my hair. Well, I didn’t really have time to find the proper cosmetics, read the labels and everything. I still have to adapt myself to the new situation and get the best result available. I dry my hair and avoid using the hair gel I bought; I remember there is something called a mousse that can be used instead of that nasty hair product. I make a point in my mind to purchase it on my next visit to the supermarket or to a beauty shop.

  I continue pampering myself with a sweet perfumed body lotion, it was a clever decision to buy only lotions and milks, leaving out greasy body creams off my list. The make-up is still the same as we brought here, I sigh thinking I would have to deal with some crappy lipsticks or eye shadows. Otherwise, I use very few touches of color. I like eye shadows and eyeliner. The uniform feels comfortable. I wonder whether to use some glittery eye shadow on the nipples, but give up the idea. Colin and the rest may not enjoy the taste of glitter. I chuckle at the thought but then I remember that I have forgotten to take my stockings and stilettos to the bathroom. Well, I think, at least, I have my high-heel sandals with me. While I'm thinking of this, Colin invades the bathroom with the ipod in his hands and a face full of expectation.

  “Hey, hey!” he exclaims, “you were making me wait an eternity, I was beginning to hate this piece of crap you brought here, baby. But now I see the reason why it took you so long.”