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)
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“Are you going to stay the night?” Colin inquires Steven.
“We are beginning a tour in a few days, tomorrow we’re starting early and getting things ready. Hopefully with enough time to prevent a lot of inconveniences. So we can´t stay more although we would like to. Very much... It’s been a pleasure meeting you, gals,” he adds to us.
“Actually, I think I'll have to leave, too. We also have a lot of things to do tomorrow,” says Drew, “I wonder if my band mates are still partying?”
They laugh and look at us. I get up and say.
“Well, I´m going upstairs and return in a moment.”
When I’m stepping up, Eleyne joins me and comments in a low voice.
“They're going... I've heard they’re starting to tour.”
“It’s ok,” I comment, “I think they have had their fun here and although, they’re very good in bed and nice guys, I prefer to stay with our guys alone.”
“We have tried to please our guys and accepted whatever they wished... now we’re only for them again,” Eleyne enters Tony's bedroom and I go to Colin's.
I take a quick shower. My hair is done quickly. I’m ready to get downstairs when I remember that I have a bottle of perfume in my bag. The perfume I haven’t unpacked yet. I search for it and extract some notepads, pencils and other things, among them I find the old stone ring on the bottom of the bag. I don’t know why, I decide to wear it. I use a chain I have to hang it from my neck. I do all these impulsively speculating what will happen if I use it on a night like this...
Eleyne’s Story:
I'm still totally skewered by the three guys riding high. The groans around me are getting louder showing that the guys are close to their climaxes; my own pleasure is also bringing me to the edge again. Soon I feel them all exploding inside me and they all make me faint again.
I come around in their arms and I sense somebody is uncuffing me, removing the collar and the blindfold. I blink, still breathing fast, trying to unwind. Tony is cuddling me in his arms. Drew and Don are near, too. Colin is walking towards Yasmin, who's sitting between Jim and Steven drinking whiskey. Don gets up and fetches the guys drink. While they’re all drinking the strong liquor, I get myself a glass of champagne and sip it slowly.
After a short chat with our guests we find out that they’re not staying for the night and another day. It fills me with mixed emotions. On one hand, I can’t really complain about their performance in bed, and in general they’re really nice. But on the other hand, they’ve never been in my fantasies. Drew has been one of Yasmin’s crushes and Steven was Babette’s dream. Don just tagged along, though if I want to be honest with myself, I do love the solo he performed in Rock in Rio. It looks like I have this little weakness for axe men. When I and Yasmin climb up to refresh ourselves a bit we exchange a few lines about it.
I enter Tony's bedroom. After taking care of a few necessities I refresh myself a little and change. The maid outfit didn't survive the guys' attack after all. It's ripped in quite a few places. So are the stockings. I decide to put on my babydoll, assuming that after all these hours of hot sex the guys will be tired and will want to sleep. When I go out of the bedroom, Yasmin seems to be ready. So we both go down to say goodbye to the guests. I notice she's wearing the ring that made Melisa disappear. I try to caution her about using it like this, but she doesn't listen.
Yasmin’s Story:
My black elegant teddy looks serious enough and I can appear downstairs in it without causing more sexual turmoil, at least this is what I think. The stone is hanging around my neck on a chain, but I’m feeling nothing in particular. I was thinking that maybe a kind of possession would take me or I would float on the air or something, but it’s only an old, cold piece of stone like any other. I’m going downstairs with Eleyne, who looks at me and says.
“Don´t you feel that is too much? Using that as jewelry? Won’t it bring bad luck?”
I laugh and shake my head.
“It is an old piece of crap. Maybe it has to convince me and show me that it’s really magic.”
“Well, you never know,” comments Eleyne.
When we go down to the living room, they guys are talking with the guests about their future plans.
“And we’re not going to stay here long, either,” says Tony, “we have much work to do ahead.”
Eleyne and I look at each other and understand that our situation is, at least, sensitive.
“But don´t worry gals,” adds Tony to us after a moment, while we ‘re all seeing off the guests to the mansion´s gates, “we’re going to take care of you in some way or another... you won´t be left on your own, if it happens that you can't come back soon.”
Eleyne looks in his eyes and murmurs something in his ear. I know she´s moved by his concern, and although neither Jim nor Colin have commented on this, they seem equally concerned about this issue.
“So long,” a wet kiss lands on my cheek, Drew's lips smell of whiskey and the other guests kiss us, too, with the same scent on the air.
“We hope we can meet you again,” says Don. “Will you be here the next couple of months, doing your research?”
“Oh, I...I have no clue how long me might stay...” I try to sound polite, “but of course, we’ll be very glad to see you again.”
“But where are Ted and Babette?” asks Steven. “They brought us here to meet you for first time.”
“Here they come,” I say spotting the pair coming out of the house in night clothes.
After a storm of Latin kisses and hugs that blossom out of my Latin ways, the three guys depart happily to their own lives again. The taxis are on the road outside the house. We can hear the engines roaring, they get into the cars; we wave them so long and watch as the taillights disappear heading up the highway. The night is really heavy and wet, so we go to the house again.
“Eleyne, can you make coffee or tea?” asks Jim. Eleyne, of course, is ready to say yes.
“But it’s too hot,” I break in, “we can drink juice.”
“I’ll get what Jim asks,” Eleyne is smiling impishly again, dressed in her elegant babydoll chemise.
“I just drank some iced orange juice,” adds Babette, “and now we’re going back to bed. We heard so much noise that we couldn’t sleep a moment all night.”
“But I´m sure you weren´t sleeping at all, were you?” Colin winks and laughs.
Babette just raises her eyebrows:
“Well, it’s our biz, we’re not announcing it through loudspeakers, like you do.”
Laughter fills the kitchen again while I begin to search for some juice. There were a lot of juice cartons earlier on, but now very few are left. I take one with apple juice, open it and pour it into two glasses for Colin and me.
“So tomorrow we have to do some shopping,” comments Colin, “and we have to arrange a couple of other things, too.”
“What time is it?” I say without remembering. I’m unable to see the hour clearly on the clocks.
“It’s almost 3 a.m., so it’s time to go to bed and sleep.”
He looks quite tired, so I think that we can end the night now with a piece of cake that I bought and that was kept in the fridge.
“Why did you buy this?” he asks, while we eat it quickly.
“Because you were… sad,” I stammer.
“Really? Thanks,” he says, and looks at me as if wondering why I’m so interested in keeping him happy, and then he notices I’m wearing that stone. “Is it the stone we brought from the circle?”
He reaches for the stone, takes it with his fingers and studies it for some seconds.
“It looks like crap. How do you know it is prehistoric? Maybe the people who lit the bonfires carved this and lost it.”
“I think you’re right, clever boy,” I say smiling.
He grins and asks.
“And now what´s going to happen? Are you going to become the Wolf Woman or one of the Count Dracula's wives?”
“No,” I sha
ke my head, “I’m going to become Sleeping Beauty.”
“What are you talking about?“ Jim breaks in. “Who´s Sleeping Beauty?”
“You, fool,” says Colin. “She`s using that piece of crap Melisa lost... Are you doing an experiment, Yasmin?”
“You can call it so,” I confirm, “but it’s pure curiosity.”
Jim loses all interest, he’s looking sleepy too.
“Oh, well, stones, experiments, magic...” he murmurs, “nothing related to pussies.”
I laugh saying.
“Pussies were in charge of magic for centuries.”
“I want more pussy magic tonight!” exclaims Jim, holding my hand over the table, “what do you say Yasmin?”
“Tonight the pussy magic is over for me. I´m near the end... Goodnight, Jim.”
I kiss him on one cheek and Colin and I go upstairs, saying goodnight to Eleyne and Tony, too.
Eleyne’s Story:
I just shake my head when the conversation at the table touches the ring Yasmin is wearing on her neck.
Colin reaches for the stone, takes it with his fingers and studies it for some seconds and criticizes its looks. He has doubts about it being prehistoric, Yasmin seems to be in a light mood because she agrees with him. Anyway, I'm not so sure, Melisa did disappear when she was using it. They just keep on joking about it and Jim, curious, joins the conversation. But he must be really sleepy and tired, as even with the coffee, he doesn’t really react to Melisa’s name. Has he already forgotten her?
They keep on talking while I wonder what has happened to her. Funny, during these two days we haven’t thought of her either. But what can be happening to her, where is she? Yasmin said this was a magic night. Maybe it will bring some answers about her whereabouts.
Yasmin and Colin are tired and they go to bed, even though Jim keeps on joking about more sex. After they leave Jim reaches out for me.
“I want some more pussy magic tonight.”
I just laugh weakly, caressing his cheek.
“Are you sure you wouldn't fall asleep during the proceedings? I have an impression you would and so would I. You look as if you were on your last legs... Tony, you too. You need to sleep, guys. And so do I,” I sigh. “This has been a really tiring night.”
Tony smiles.
“You're right. We have to go to bed. Tomorrow we have some stuff to do, as well…” He looks at me. “I told you not to worry. If you don't find a way of going back to your time we'll find a way of taking care of you, even if we have to smuggle you out of U.K., to the Bahamas or the U.S.”
“Thank you, guys. However, I don't want you to get into trouble. Smuggling us to the U.S. would be really hard.”
“It would...” murmurs Jim, “the Bahamas, perhaps, would be easier...”
“You have been working on the next album there, haven't you?” I ask, remembering interviews and articles that I read about them.
“Yeah, but now we're taking a break, and in a few days we'll have to go to the U.S., to play a gig,” Jim answers, “but don't worry sweet, we'll take care of you somehow.”
“I wonder if that ring Yasmin was wearing will work? She's doing an experiment, isn't she?” Tony muses. “She told us this is a magic night.”
“I'm a bit worried about it. She seems very light-hearted about it,” I fret.
“Don't worry, baby. Let's just go to sleep now,” Jim tries to soothe my mood. “Tony, let's all go to my bed, it's wider than yours. We can sleep, all three of us, comfortably there. I don’t like sleeping alone.”
He puts away his cup and takes my hand. Tony agrees with him.
“Sure, we can all sleep in your bed. And tomorrow morning,” he winks at me, “more pussy magic.”
And they both take me upstairs. However, as I was predicting, we’re all too tired to do anything more now; so we just fall asleep really fast on Jim's bed. I can hear their steady breathing almost as soon as they put their heads on the pillows; the soothing sound of it lulls me into slumber, too.
Yasmin’s Story:
In the bedroom we turn off the light and fall over the bed. The air conditioner is on, the curtains are moving, the night is still. We can hear voices talking downstairs but nothing more. I come close to him and put my head on his shoulder and he strokes my hair lightly.
“Well, they´re gone,” says Colin, “maybe you´ll be gone in a couple of days, too.”
“I’m quite happy that they’re gone,” I answer, “I was beginning to feel uncomfortable with them.”
“Really?” he grins impishly. “I didn´t notice that.”
“I was thinking: it´s ok. I didn’t know very well the reason that they made me act in such a wild way, but I got that it was because I wanted to please you and please your mates, so I overcame my own limits...”
“You told me that before,” he answers.
“Well, I think that...”
“Ok, Yasmin,” he stops me, “no need to give me apologies, excuses or explanations. This situation is not a regular one, and has shaken all the foundations of our reality... don´t you think? You can´t act as if everything were normal. And if you enjoyed all this, what's wrong with this?”
“Wrong... I mean ....You know.” I sigh. “Nothing´s wrong.”
There's a deep silence broken by his comment.
“I’ve put all the toys in their places and hidden the box, it won´t be so easy for you to pinch anything from me or Jim, you bad-ass gals. And, about your performance tonight, it was really very good.”
He sounds so mischievous that he makes me laugh and blush.
“Performance? What the hell you are saying?”
“But you have to read those comics I bought... The erotic comics, they're like a guide for gals on how to use toys like that; but you´re good enough, though not very skillful.”
He laughs.
“Shut up, Colin. Don´t make me blush, or... Are you thinking I was making a show for you?”
I'm getting furious but he kisses me suddenly, soothing my mood, pinching my boobs and sliding his tongue deep in my mouth....and my pussy gets wet again while his lips bruise mine.
“Sleep, baby,” he says, “it’s too late now. And tomorrow you´ll tell me why you want to buy another dildo... but tomorrow. Now don´t say a word. Just sleep.”
He falls asleep almost immediately. I’m touching the stone, feeling a strange anguish in my heart.
Chapter 13
Yasmin’s Story:
I fall asleep clutching the odd stone in my hands. It feels so soft and light, as if it weren’t stone at all, as if it didn’t belong to the circle on the hill. I’m just wondering what would happen if tonight I made a wish… but then I feel my heart pumping heavily in my breast, and I awake slightly confused. When I sit up in bed, I realize that it’s not Colin’s bedroom. It’s a new, unfamiliar room. A spacious, modern, 21st century bedroom. It’s easy to guess when I see a flat, black screen mounted on the wall in front of the bed. Where am I now?
Without a clue, and on weak knees I get up from the posh bed, and look around. The room displays a kind of bold, elegant style, but I can’t tell much from this. The dimmed light, the twilight zone where I am, is blocking my sense of understanding. My head is humming, and for some moments, my vision blurs. I grab one object near me which turns out to be a comfortable looking armchair of light color. Then my knees refuse me and I tumble down on it, making a lot of noise in the process. I get scared thinking that the owner of this palace, (it seems to be a large mansion) will think I’m a burglar or a stalker.
I look at the dark entrance of the bedroom and see a slim line of light, hear some steps coming near and finally the door opens, letting someone enter to see what’s going on here.
I’m shaking like a leaf in the wind now, imagining the darkest and scariest scenarios of what can come out of it, but the shaking stops all of a sudden when the person who’s front of me gets so astonished as me.
I get up and cannot articulate a word.
I look marvelled at him, knowing that all those years that have passed could not destroy the devotion that I feel for him. His mature look is now intense and definitively impressive, talking in heavy-metal terms. The tattoos spread all over his body, including his shaved head. But his eyes are as piercing as they were the first time we met.
“Hi, Colin,” I say shyly. “Yes. It’s me, again. Where are we? And what year is it?”
“At my home, here in San Diego, hun,” he sighs and puts the ipod in the back pocket of his jeans. He turns on the light and looks at me, as if to check that I’m not a ghost.
“Well, one day you made turmoil in my life with that gadget…and your visit,” he grins and looks at me. “We are in 2010, April 30.What the fuck is happening here?” he exclaims. “Why are you standing there petrified? Why don´t you greet your old friend as always?”
I don´t know what to say but he steps towards me and hugs me warmly. Feeling his embrace, I let myself go and lose my shyness, holding him closely and looking in his brown eyes. We smile and he adds.
“What? Where are you coming from? I have no clue, baby.”
“I’m in 1985…I have just left you there, sleeping.”
“Oh, Mother Goddess!” he exclaims, “so you’re not back yet, you have to go to the next year… I think.”
He drags me by the wrists and we sit on the bed.
“What I can tell you,” he informs me, “is that you jump back and forth in time for long years…we met you in various eras during all these past years and the last time I met you was not that long ago.”
He keeps looking at me, as if he was trying to say something special.
“I don´t know anything of all that, Colin,” I shake my head, “I just got that thing in my hand and woke up here.”
And I show the stone hanging from my neck. He checks it and asks me.