by Sahara Kelly
“So, ask it.” He turned to the bag. “Are you a good gris-gris or a bad gris-gris?”
Once again, Cory paid no attention. Her focus was all on the small black velvet pouch and the decorations that glittered on the front of it. She moved closer, senses attuned to anything out of the ordinary, that special part of her mind opening to receive impressions.
She felt a soft pulsing warmth steal into her psyche and heaved a sigh of relief. “It’s okay. It’s a good gris-gris.”
Louis moved to her side. “I thought Voodoo was dolls and pins and stuff.”
She knelt on the floor, studying the embroidery. “Some of it is. This is more of a good luck charm. Something you’d carry with you to protect you from bad magic, or to bring love, money…that sort of thing.”
“Aah.” Louis looked knowledgeable. “Sort of a Voodoo version of a rabbit’s foot?”
She chuckled. “Sort of. There may be one in there as a matter of fact.”
Louis backed away a little. “Er…what exactly is in there?”
“Dunno.” Cory shrugged. “Could be a variety of things depending on who made it and what they had in mind. Probably dried flowers, something of a lover’s if it was a love gris-gris. Herbs, maybe some blessed dirt—there’s no exact recipe.”
“Ah.” Louis raised an eyebrow. “Okay, so what do we do with it?”
Cory finally picked it up and stood, turning so that the light fully illuminated the little bag. “It’s beautiful. See here?” She pointed at the tiny stitches. “That’s the sign of the Goddess Erzulie. She is the earth-mother, if you will. The head honcho in Voodoo. Very powerful lady.”
A distant rumble of thunder distracted both of them, and Cory’s fingers tightened on the bag. “Shit. Here comes today’s storm.”
“Sounds like.” Louis nodded and turned just as the lights in the room flickered and went out. He sighed. “I really would like to get some decent wiring into this place. Along with a set of twenty-first century circuit breakers.”
She blinked into the darkness, her eyes adjusting to the total lack of light that had fallen within the small room.
“Don’t trip, Cory. Give me your hand.”
“I’m here.” She moved toward him, still holding the gris-gris. It was too important a discovery to leave lying around on some attic floor.
“I’ve got a flashlight downstairs. If we can just find our way back out…”
Their bodies touched and Louis reached for her.
“Er…Louis?”
“Yeah?”
“That’s my breast.”
There was silence for a second or two. “So it is.”
“Could we maybe get out of this stuffy room before we get personal?”
“We gonna get personal?”
Cory sighed. “We’ll talk, okay? Let’s just get out of here first.” Slowly, Louis’s hand peeled away from her breast. She rather missed the warmth and the really nice way it cupped her, but first things first.
Managing to find his hand, she linked their fingers.
And an odd light began to glow within the room—it was coming from the tiny gris-gris.
“What the fuck?”
Louis’s whisper echoed her own thoughts at that exact moment. What the fuck?
The bag in her hand pulsed and heated. Convulsively she tried to drop it, but it wouldn’t leave her grasp. She could only watch as the glow intensified, lighting her hand, then their bodies and finally the entire room.
A stream of glittering light began to spew from it, like waves of fairy dust freed onto a gentle wind. It swirled this way and that, uncertain at first, then with more definition, beginning to circulate around the two of them. A small tornado of dazzling stars that held them captive within its eye.
Cory blinked, her eyes blinded as the light grew fiercer. “Oh shit.”
Louis’s hand tightened convulsively on hers. “Don’t let go.”
“I won’t.”
She had no idea how long they stood in the middle of the brilliance, feeling nothing but the caress of the air on her cheeks. If she didn’t have the evidence right in front of her face, she’d have dismissed the whole thing as some sort of hallucination.
But it was happening—the room swirled and heaved as the lights continued to surround them, a tube of painfully dazzling flashes.
Finally reality returned, Louis’s hand still grasping hers, their feet on the floor, their eyes readjusting to the slowly fading light. The ring of stars disintegrated like leftover fireworks, dropping down in a circle around them and disappearing.
Neither moved. Neither spoke and neither barely breathed for a moment or two.
Then Cory’s ears caught a sound.
Music. Voices.
The muted noises of people in Love Alley. A party going on beneath them in a house that should have been empty.
Beside her, Louis sniffed. “You smell that?” he said as his stomach grumbled.
“You hear that?”
“Fried chicken.”
“People.”
They looked at each other in bewilderment. Louis finally asked the million-dollar question. “What the hell’s going on?”
She shrugged her shoulders helplessly. “I don’t know. But we won’t find out just standing here.”
Two gazes met. Neither moved.
Louis sighed. “You going to call me a fraidy cat or something? I suppose we have to do this, right?”
“Yeah.” She swallowed down a lump of nerves. “Together. Don’t let go my hand.”
“Not a chance.”
As their fingers locked tightly, they moved to the door. The gris-gris snuggled comfortably into Cory’s free hand apparently unwilling to part from her. She sensed no threat from it, just a desire to be held. So she held it as Louis reached for the door.
And his hand passed right through it.
*~~*~~*
“Well this could be good or bad.” Louis melted through the door. It didn’t feel like he was walking through anything, but his eyes told him otherwise.
Pulling Cory along behind him, they both entered the hallway—and the past. The smells of the brothel seemed alive and fresh and were accompanied by moans of pleasure close by. Air that had been still and empty in their time now pulsed with music from downstairs.
“Now this could be a major cool effect for a movie.” Louis saw lights coming from under doors in the passage. “You know what I think?”
“Yeah. I’m thinking it too.” Cory’s voice was hushed. “We’re back in the past, right?”
“Looks like.” He paused. “I don’t think we’re dead, are we?”
She shook her head. “Can’t be. We didn’t do anything that would have killed us.” She stared at the small bag she still held in one hand. “It’s this. The Voodoo amulet. I told you it was powerful.”
“You weren’t kidding.” He touched another wall, fascinated as his hand disappeared then reappeared. “So. What now?”
Cory got an oddly self-conscious look on her face. “Er…we go look around?”
Louis was in favor of that plan. “Okay. I’m good with that. You think they can see us?”
“Hell, I don’t even know if I can see us. So I guess there’s only one way to find out.”
“Okay. Don’t move. Don’t let go my hand. I’m gonna try an experiment.”
From the room next to him, he could hear a deep growl followed by a soft whispery moan. It reminded him of the sounds Cory made when she came. Soft noises a woman lets free as she becomes wrapped up in the burst of passion’s release. With a wicked grin he leaned toward the door beside him and carefully let his head pass through it to peek inside.
The light from an old-fashioned oil lamp illuminated the small room, leaving the corners in shadows. On the high, white, lace-covered bed a man’s legs hung over the edge, his bare toes wiggling as they dangled loosely above the carpet. A woman sat upright from the pile of sheets and flesh. Her back was to Louis but he could see the tight black corset
that laced up her spine, and the tangled mess of her long brown curly hair. She was straddling the man and pushed her weight up from him with her arms. From Louis’s perspective he could clearly see the long length of the man’s cock as it pulled free of her pussy. She lowered back down, grinding her ass against his legs and the lips of her pussy onto his cock.
She whispered into his ear. “You up for another round? I know I am.”
He murmured back. “I’m not sure if I have another ten dollars, Lucille.”
Louis automatically grabbed for his wallet. Shit, I know I’ve got a fifty here somewhere. He stared at the beauty of the woman as she clambered off the bed. Her body was pale and looked so pure—breasts perfect globes swinging free as she moved. Louis knew they couldn’t be fake because there sure as hell wasn’t any silicone this far into the past. The corset pushed them high and Lucille began to tug on the strings, tidying herself up a bit.
The man sat up, looked at the firm sensuality of this fine woman and obviously couldn’t resist her.
“Ooooff.” Lucille’s breath caught as the man grabbed her and pulled her back onto the bed.
“You win. Ma’am, you are just too beautiful to do without for another three weeks.” With a long, lingering kiss he rolled on top of Lucille and smothered her with his mouth.
He raised his head up and stared into her face, “How much for the whole night?”
“Richard, for you I’ll work something out with Claudine.” Her voice, a sultry whisper of sexuality, came clearly to Louis’s ears. He watched, spellbound, as she let her hands slide down Richard’s body. With both hands she grabbed his ass and wrapped her creamy white legs around his torso—and moaned.
Louis found himself jerked from the room. Cory was frowning at him. “What’s the matter with you? You keep squeezing my fingers. You know you’re close to being a peeping Tom, for Chrissake.” She paused. “What were they doing anyways?”
“Um—they were talking.”
Cory snorted and tugged again, pulling him along the corridor once more. It was sort of like floating, only not really. They walked, but their feet weren’t touching the floor. Louis was about to get disoriented when they heard a scream, quickly silenced by someone saying “Shut up!”
It was Cory’s turn to ease her head through the wooden paneling and she almost pulled Louis with her but she jumped and froze as she saw the tail of a bull whip slice right through her face to slash against a man’s reddened back. There was another stifled scream. It had been the man’s yell Cory had heard from the corridor, and he was getting a whipping from a tall blonde woman. She was in a black corset, black stockings and long black satin gloves. She certainly seemed to know how to handle a whip—and other things.
With the man hunched over and naked, the blonde woman stepped closer and licked at his red wounds. Starting with the ones on his shoulders then squatting lower to lick the irritated flesh on the small of his back.
When the woman spun the man around, Cory swallowed. She wasn’t one for watching other people get it on, but this particular scene and the graphic sexuality of it brought an uneasy urge swelling between her legs. The man’s cock was enormous in girth and had an erection so hard it seemed like steel. The glistening tip seeped anticipation and the blonde obliged by licking the shaft with snake-like darts of her tongue.
The man was weakened and looked as if he was in pain but he sighed as she took his cock deeply into her mouth. His head hung forward and a grimace of what could have been agony or ecstasy washed across his face. He was on the edge. The sweat must have been burning across his irritated skin because he breathed through his teeth and his skin shone between the bruises.
“No more—I can’t take any more.” He uttered the words, gasping between each syllable.
Releasing him from her mouth, the woman looked angry. “I’ll tell you when you’ve had enough.”
Cory was part horrified, part mesmerized. She couldn’t bear to see him like this or understand why she was so turned on by what she was watching. And she was, undoubtedly, turned on. Something about the raw brutality mixed with the sensual undercurrents was igniting her sex drive something fierce. Cory’s body was on fire with desire.
She stared as the woman reached beside her and dipped her hand into a small container of a jelly-type substance. The blonde’s eyes were hollow and expressionless. She knelt before the large man, his cock throbbing and swollen. She grabbed the shaft in one hand and swept her gleaming fingers between his legs, leaving smears of the slippery gel to mark her movements.
The man threw his head back as the blonde shoved her middle finger inside his ass and began to vigorously jerk the man off with her other hand. She flicked at the tip with her tongue and began to smile with what looked like delighted ecstasy as she controlled the situation.
Groaning, the man thrust his hips upwards as if fucking the air.
“Hey, what you doin’ in here?” Louis finally looked in just in time to see the man spew his seed all over the blonde woman’s black stockings. Over and over he blasted shots of semen from deep within his loins, spurting the creamy liquid in a stream that seemed to never end.
“Holy shit, a money shot!”
Cory blinked and ignored the joke. It may have been, as Louis said, a “money shot”, but this wasn’t a porn movie. It was real. Or at least it had been, two hundred years ago. The feel of Louis’s hand within hers heated Cory’s body. The sensuality of Love Alley and the activities of its residents was heating her mind.
Can spirits fuck? If this kept up for much longer, she was damn well gonna try and find out.
Chapter Fourteen
Like a couple of kids in a candy store, Cory and Louis found themselves checking out Love Alley room by room and peeking at various couples in sexual acts. Most were the standard man-on-top-get-it-over-with-quick situations. But every now and then they’d catch something inspired and downright arousing.
Louis was the first to reach a room with a colored door and smiled. He envisioned something kinky and strange behind it and tugged Cory with him, living out a fantasy and going behind the green door.
Once inside, they both looked at each other with puzzlement. There was a one-legged woman in a camisole, a donkey, various marionette puppets and a midget in a tutu chasing a chicken around the room while singing old hillbilly tunes. And that was the more normal stuff. They couldn’t understand the man pulling on a squirrel that was stuck on his cock nor the woman hanging upside down with flowers sticking out of her pussy like a vase.
This room was waaaay outside bizarre and they backed out of it simultaneously.
Moving on, Cory stopped suddenly at a white door with two etched stars on its dark surface—something different enough to make it stand out. Listening for a second, they heard a man’s guttural groan followed by a giggle and a sucking sound. A woman’s voice spoke softly from the room. “Mmm, it’s my turn to have him.” The voice was soft and very sexual.
“Hey—quit pulling on my arm.” Louis complained as Cory pulled him into and through the white door.
Inside, the room was a heaven in white. The bed was covered in white and the sheer net drapes hanging around the bed shone brightly in the light of two lamps. The netting may have kept bugs outside the bed but it was a magnet to Cory. Louis followed as she moved to the bed and stared at the three people tangled together like a pretzel on top of it.
The back of a blonde woman’s head popped up and she rolled to the side of the bed. Her pale skin almost blended into the white bed covering. In front of her was a couple in a sixty-nine position. The woman on top of the man was also a blonde and slobbering noisily on the man’s cock. His skin was tanned, his body firm and the vision of the two women with this man was sex incarnate.
The man’s hands groped and pulled on the woman’s body, letting an occasional slurping sound loose as he devoured her pussy. The woman lying on the side began to fondle herself as she watched.
Louis noticed Cory lick her lips as she
watched the tableau. Fuck. I hope she’s thinking what I’m thinking…
When the woman sucking the guy pulled her head away from his cock and looked up, Louis suddenly got a serious hard-on. Memories darted through his body and his cock clicked into flashback mode with a mind of its own.
It was Maxine.
And sure enough, her sister Mabel was the other girl fondling her pussy, slipping her fingers in and out of her cunt. “C’mon Maxine chère, let me fuck him. Damn it, I wanna fuck him now.”
Maxine licked her lips and shook her head. “Not sure I wanna let this big boy go. He’s been away for a loooong time an’ I reckon he got a lot of the good stuff, the man juices, just ready to let loose inside some nice sweet gal—like me.”
The man groaned while Maxine tugged at his aching cock.
“Aww, c’mon sis, look—my little pussy has needs too. You have him tastin’ yours, the least you can do is let him fuck mine.” The banter between the sisters drove Louis wild and had the same effect on the man between them.
Louis was a goner. The twin blondes mesmerized him, just as they had done in his fantasy. Or was it a fantasy?
Why would the same two sexy women he’d dreamed about be the same two here fucking this man in a bordello? In the past? They’d said they were from Madame Claudine’s, but he’d figured he’d imagined it.
Perhaps—just perhaps—he hadn’t.
The questions began to rise, along with his own responses, when Mabel lowered her pussy onto the man’s swollen cock.
It seemed that Cory wasn’t exactly untouched by the display, either. Her hand began to sweat in Louis’s, and he swore he could scent her body. That unique fragrance that had burned itself into his sensory glands. He found himself looking away from the bed and watching Cory as she gazed at the women’s faces contorting in pleasure.
Heat rose in her cheeks, her lips parted and the pulse at the base of her neck throbbed. A quick glance showed Louis nipples that were hard beads. She was as turned on as he was.
There were more moans from the bed as the three continued their sensual games. “Shit, talk about déjà vu—this is some hot sex.” Louis blurted out the first thing that came into his head.