O.N.S. Club The Spice Room Adult only!

Did you like the first room? Well there are other’s. Like our new member Jennine discovered. I invite you, with her permission to tag along.

As you remember, the rule is that you have to fill out the sites questionnaire to be invited. Jennine did not and she had was awaken to an experience only fantasized about . Let’s begin shall we.

“I just hate waiting for Debra. It’s freezing cold outside and she called me to go to the mall with her.’ she thought as she kept the motor running.

Jennine was content to curl up on her sofa and binge watch american horror story. Instead she picked up the phone to the overly excited Debra.

“Come with me to the mall.” she said.

I said, “No.” And yet here I am in my car in freezing weather to go to the mall.

Debra finally walked out her house with a glow about her. Normally Jennine could care less what was going on with Debra. The woman had drama written on her birth certificate, but today she said she had something to tell me.

She entered the car and looked straight at her.

“What?”

“I signed up on this site called the ONS club and I can bring you with me.”

“No. I knew you were up to something.”

“Okay wait just one minute. You are the loneliest person I know. You have not gone out on a date in over a year. You don’t even have a pet to talk to. Your only twenty four years old and you have the sex life of my widowed grandmother. Which that is changed since she been invited to go on cruises.”

“Och.”

“You’re coming and we are going to live life.”

“Deb’s it’s just a club. What do you expect to happen?”

“At the very least to get laid.”

Jennine looked at her as if she went deaf so a second.

“Excuse me?”

“Yes get laid. Now let’s go to the mall so we can get a new outfit.”

“I’m on a budget.”

“Bullshit. I thought you might pull that. So, it is my treat for taking me there.”

Debra was not messing around. She wanted to go to the club and she would not allow Jennine to back out.

It was nine fifteen at night when Debra decided it was the perfect time to go to the club. Jennine did not bother to put up a fight. She wore her down with her clever counter arguments.

 They found the entrance to the club after walking by it several times.

That set off a red flag for Jennine. Her heart beat was rapidly increasing by the second. Debra punched in a code in the box by the door. It allowed them access.

“Fancy security system, right?”

Debra looked a Jennine as if to say ‘no turning back now.’

The door automatically opened. They walked into the building that was dimly lit.

As they walked all the heard was the sound of their own feet. Following the direction they sent Debra. They turned right and walked down two flights of stairs and knocked.

The door was opened by a beautiful woman, wear a female version of a tuxedo that plunged down to her navel, revealing flawless skin.

“Card?”

Debra handed it to her.

“You’re a silver card holder. So you were allowed a guest. Please come in and enjoy. The coat check is at the back of the room.”

She said with a smile.

Jennine followed Debra in and was stunned to see the elegant atmosphere. They checked their coats and went to the bar.

You see nothing to worry about. Now let’s go get some drinks.

Jennine agreed. She needed something to quiet her nerves.

“Deb what are we doing?”

“Don’t worry. I set everything up.”

“Hugh?”

Debra looked at her cell phone to see the time. “Okay I did not want to scare you. So I just took the liberty.”

“What did you do?”

“Excuse me Ladies.” A deep sexy voice interrupted. “What will you have he asked as he looked them both over.

“We’ll have a vodka shot.” Debra said. The male bartender smiled at her and allowed himself a lingering glance at Debra’s body.

When the bar tender returned he handed them both their drinks and a card each.

“What’s going on?”

“Jennine calm down. After you drink your drink. Go to the room on the card. I will find my own way home. Just relax and go with the flow.”

“I don’t go with the flow.”

Debra looked at her friend with concern. “I know but tonight you will. She swallowed the Vodka shot and left Jennine alone.

She sat at the bar for an hour before she convinced herself that she wanted to see what she was missing. The room was 8. She got another shot of vodka and went.

Jennine knocked on the door for it to be opened by a man who was gorgeous and had a thick physique.  Wearing his hair back in a bun revealing a nicely groomed beard and mustache.

“Welcome to the spice room.”

‘Oh boy the room had a name.’ she thought. Walking into the room a scent of sweet cinnamon, rose and something peppery engulf her. Very soft yet spicy.

The light was dimmed but the hue of the room reminded her of chili pepper red.

“Normally you would have filled out a preference list before coming here. But I see you came as a guest.”

Jennine nodded and continued to look around the room.

“Are you nervous?”

“Yes. I think my friend thought I may like this.”

“So you don’t?”

“I just don’t know.”

“How about this. Close your eyes. I will do one thing and you will know if you may like to continue this.”

She looked at him questioningly, but she did what he asked.

He walked behind her and she felt his warm lips and his beard at her pulse on her neck and he gently kissed it.  Then she felt when his lips touched the nape of her neck causing her to shudder a bit.

“Do you know yet?” He whispered in her ear.

She knew and so did he by her response.

She opened her eyes to see him move to the other side of the room. He turned facing her as if he was formulating a plan. She began to fidget under his gaze.

“I want you to feel comfortable and if you would allow me to control this time we have together, I’m sure we can enjoy this experience.”

He leaned against the dresser waiting for her decision. She was never the one to do things without getting all the info first, but she wanted to try something against her nature.

“Alright, yes.”

He turned around and opened the top drawer pulling out what look like a ribbon. He walked behind her with it and said, “I am going to blind fold you with this ribbon and I will do nothing without you knowing.

“Wait, what’s your name?”

“Is it important to you?”

“Yes”

“Call me Ryder and yours?”

“Jen.”

She allowed him to put the blind fold on. She felt a little uneasy.

“From here on just listen and do what I say.”

He must have moved back to the dresser.

“Slowly take your clothes off.”

She wore a soft silk shirt and skirt set, with calf high boots.

“Leave the boots on.”

She unbutton her shirt. She was feeling unsure of herself since she could not see his reaction.

She let it drop and then took off her skirt.

“You look beautiful from where I’m standing. Your breasts look so full and the bra that holding them in is making me jealous. Take it off.”

She did as he said.

“Mmm, nice coned nipples that seem to b perking right before my eyes. Do you want me to suck them, Jen?”

“Yes.” She whispered.

“Tell me how.”

“I went you to take you tongue and circle around my nipple then suck on it.”

“Sounds like it would feel good. Let’s see.”

She felt his hot breath on her left nipple. Then his wet tongue circling it. When he took her in his mouth his mustache and beard sent an extra sensation shooting towards her sex. Sucked on it hard causing her to arch into him. He did the same to the other. He pulled away.

She felt his hands slid down her stomach.

“I find this very arousing. Not flat but not too big either.”

Ryder said as he caressed her trembling stomach and He took her boots off.

He pulled down her matching panties and all she felt was his breath. “I’m going to lean you against the wall. Spread your legs for me.”

She did what he asked once she leaned back.

“You’re so wet that it’s sliding down your thighs. Should I taste you?”

‘Is this really happening?’ she thought.

“Yes” she answered as her breathing was a bit fast.

He moved forward and clamped his mouth down eagerly over her sex. She felt when his tongue went inside but what was taking her over was the feeling of his sucking and that wonderfully sinful facial hair.

On and on his tongue licking, mouth sucking working her throbbing flesh. Her legs were beginning to quiver almost giving out. She screamed out her release being so intense.

That was going to be it for her. No one ever gotten her to climax again after the initial.

Stopping he took her hand, “I’m taking you to the bed now.”

“Ryder I don’t usually cum again after.”

“She could her the soft chuckle.”

“Trust me.”

He guided her on the bed. It was moving. She’s on a waterbed. Laying her back she heard him go back to the dresser. He walked back to her.

“Now let me touch you but fight the urge to touch me back.”

He rubbed his hands together and then started to touch her. First he started at her shoulders down to her breast needing them, then pinching the nipples and then slowly to her stomach.

Jen started to feel warm and tingly.

“Why am I feeling warm?’

“It’s the oil.”

As he was massaging her stomach he went lower to her already spent and tender clit.

He was meticulous with spreading the warm oil on her vaginal lips. She could not help thrusting slightly upward as if begging him to stay where he was.

He spread her legs wider and she heard a hum.

“You’re going to feel a sucking as I enter you. Try your best not to touch me or yourself for as long as you can.”

Jen nodded.

She felt when he placed the instrument on her clit. The machine was sucking with force that she thrusted up and that was when he entered her with his thick shaft. The movement of the bed added an extra sensation as he thrust inside. Stretching her walls as the machine sucked tirelessly. She came so hard and fast. He took the machine away and continued to thrust in and out of her.

She heard the slapping of their bodies as well as felt it. He angle his body to the right hitting a spot, then left hitting another spot. H kept alternating.

“Jen you want to cum again? Then me now.”

He demanded

“Yes.”

Continuously thrusting he picked the machine up again and the powerful sucking and strong thrust she came quickly. He pulled it away but continued thrusting in and out of her.

“I’m about to let go. Cum with me Jen.”

‘Is he serious?’ she thought.

He changed the mode and it vibrated. He placed it on her tortured clit and her forth and final release almost did her in. she felt as if she soak his whole lower half completely as he did his final thrust.

He leaned over her as the bed moved. He slid out of her. He took off the blindfold. His hair came out of the bun and laid on his shining shoulders.

“How are you feeling?

“Wow.”

He smiled at her and climbed off the bed. They spent another twenty minutes talking and then she left.

The next day Debra wanted to hear the news but Jennine decided that was an experience she will keep to herself.

Would you like to try the spice room? Maybe it will be you who will get invited next.

I won NanoWrimo

So for the month of November I have been writing tirelessly a fantasy story. I never thought I would be able to do it in one month. To write 50,000 words is a feat when you have a full time job and a family that is your second job. (I take the term job back. It’s a career).

My goal in 2020 is to get two fantasy novels out and possible an adult fiction novel out as well. Yes it is a lot of writing but it is what I love to do.

I will be up loading the continuation of a Secret Kiss soon. Thanks for following. Fia xoxox

Return of Wicked Wednesday

Hello my fire flies and it has been a while that I have posted Wicked Wednesday. The advice questions have slowed down in my e mail so I have to decided to change the concept a little.

I will give out my normal raunchy advice when they come in but I will pick a topic, mainly relationships family, spouses, significant other and give my general view or views from outside sources.

The only thing I will not touch on is politics and faith. With that being said I will start this off with the topic of “Fear”.

I will have a few topics based on fears listed below:

Relationships

Trust

Sex

So keep a eye out as I burn up the page with hot topics. If you want me to touch on a topic please shoot me a message below or writ to my e mail. fianaturie1@gmail.com. Until later keep it hottttt.

A Secret Kiss (part 2)

Alexandra Munchunt is a woman who normally does things by the seat of her pants. She never had to worry about responsibilities that people of her age normally had to.

At the age of forty and looking every bit as if she was in her thirties, she had graced the cover of a well known fashion magazines. Once her father had passes away, she became the soul owner of a jewelry company. In the will, it said it was actually left to her husband, her father had hoped for. Her father did not believe she had a head for business but she proved him wrong and has been running the, “Munchunt Co.” for over seven years.

She does have a problem though. She has a sticky fingers. Which brought her into the predicament that she was in. She accidently borrowed a rare jewel from the sheikh of Dubai. She did not realize that it was a jewel that was given to him by his dead grandmother. Now he has made it a mission to retrieve it back from her.

She would gladly give it back but he was not known to be forgiving and she feared that he would take the hand or her life for her thievery.

Alex decided to go to an old lover, Barry Walter and see if he could get her out of this problem.

Walking into Barry’s office she knew he pulled out the best for her. His assistant Jose was exceptional at anticipating what was needed at the right moment.

She noticed that Jose looked a bit annoyed.

“Jose is there a problem?” she asked startling out of her thoughts. Which was a definite sign that she was not her self.

“Oh no I am sorry Miss. Muchunt. Mr.Walter’s is waiting for you.” Giving her a smile that she knew that was not genuine.

“Miss. Muchunt? I told you to call me Alex. Now I will not step one more foot inside without you telling me what has created that unibrow on your normally attractive face.”

Jose looked at her with a stunned by her statement. ‘Maybe that was too much?’ Alex thought.

At that moment Mitchel walked in with his usual GQ look and Jose’s unibrow reappeared.

“Where were you Alex? You wanted my help but I could not find you.” He said low and through clenched teeth.

“Have you two met?”

“Yes” Jose said.

He just looked her over again and did not reply. Alex watched the exchange between the two. She wanted to laugh due to the obvious chemistry that was bruing that neither one of them care to admit.

The door to Barry’s office opened and there he was. Barry Walter all of forty five and still looking as mouth watering as ever. Too bad he was off the market.

“Alex please come in.” He said with a smile.

“Mitchel wait out here for me and stop staring at her as if you would put her over your knee and spank her.”

That statement took Jose out of her sour mood and made Mitchel loose his train of thought.

“Barry thank you for seeing me today….” Alex said as she walked into the office leaving the two to hash out their differences.

Mitchel

“I am going to kill Alex when we get in the car. Why would she say that to that, that assistant of Barry’s?

“Would you like some coffee or tea while you wait?” she asked with no real inflection in her voice.

“Coffee please, with almond milk and three stevia packets.”

He knew no office was that stocked and he wanted to annoy.. what was her name again?

To his surprise she gave him exactly what he asked for and it was at the perfect temperature.

She went to her desk and started busing herself so she would not have to look at him.

“Listen I may have come off a bit abrupt and I apologize for that.” Not that he wanted to apologize but he was not mad at her, it was more towards himself for doing this favor.

Jose looked up and her eye’s still seemed a bit strange to him. Not natural in the least.

“Forgive me but do you have issue’s with your eye sight?”

He noticed that she looked away from him quickly. She bit her lower lip deciding whether or not to tell him.

“I do not have an issue with my vision but I have one blue eye and one brown and it tends to draw attention I do not want.”

Mitchel looked at her envisioning how would she look like with the one blue and one brown. She had attractive features. Soft jaw line. A perfect pout that she brought to life by nibbling on them. Nice length of hair that would be perfect for… Before he could finish his train of thought something loud crashed and it came from Barry’s office.

Mitchel went straight inside to see Barry laying hunched over a chair and Alex no where to be found. Mitchel checked Barry to see if he was breathing and he was.

“What did Alex do now?” Mitchel said out loud not realizing that Jose could hear him. He also did not notice that the assistant was bending over picking up a piece of paper.

“I think you should call the police. Alex has been kidnapped.” She said to him in a calm tone.

Jose

Why did she have to be here today? Not only did she grit her teeth and dealt with Sir Mitchel professionally and answered his probing question. But now she was involved in a kidnapping.

“Give that to me.” He demanded.

Jose walked over to him and gave him the paper. then she went to the phone to dial the police.

“Put the phone down.”

“Hello, police—-“

Mitchel snatched the phone out of her hand and hung it up.

“Why?”

“I will take care of this. You take care of Mr. Walter.”

“You are not the police.”

“I’m better.”

With that said he left her to take care of a now moaning Barry. She was really getting tired of Sir. Mitchel.

‘I’m better.” She said under her breath.

I hope you are all liking this new post. If so let me know.Comment and follow. Until next we burn up the page. Fia oxox

The Eight O’clock Train

 Hello my fire starters. This short story I written I had submitted for a writing contest. Please let me know how you like it.                 

The crow cawed before the sun rose in the sky. ‘Bad omen’ was the thought that crossed my mind. Normally I wouldn’t care what time I left the house to catch the train but today was different. Today every hair on my body stood on end, my stomach felt constricted with nerves.

This was not going to be any normal day. The sun was scheduled to rise at seven fifteen. It was now seven thirty and the moon was still in the sky. Another bad omen.

I pull out my mental roller deck of prayers to make it safely to my destination.

A cab stopped in front of me.  I would chose to take him instead of waiting for the local bus. Which by my watch was running late.

That was a third sign and yet I still headed on my way to work.

The drive to the train was uneventful. I convinced myself that I had to stop with all the superstitions.  I paid my fare and ran to catch the train before it left the station.

I was just in time to squeeze in before the doors closed.

The train cart looked like any other New York City train cart except for the tall man that stood at the back exit.

I felt him staring before seeing him truthfully. I tried my best to ignore him but I could not shake the feeling that he was not normal. I could not get a good look at him. He seemed to be standing exactly right so that it seemed he was in shadow.

The train made three stops before a man who was living out of his shopping cart entered.

The mysterious man in the back watched the homeless man that entered. The air in the cart seemed stagnant almost enter to be choked by.

The train went into the tunnel and the lights went out for a few moments. No one moved or said a word. All you heard were the train rolling on the tracks and all you felt was the swaying of the cart. It was like we all knew not to move.

Once the lights returned, the homeless guy was slumped over his cart. Looking as if he fell asleep and the mysterious man was standing where he was before the lights went out.

But the air had a foul smell to it. I thought it was the normal odor from a person who had not showered in ages. That was my first thought, then a memory immerged in my mind. “Liver”.

Yes it smelled liked a bloodied liver. I glanced at the man that stood by the door and seen what no one else had noticed. The small puddle that he was standing in. It could have been water if it was raining. It could have been spilled coffee if he had any before I arrived. But I knew it was neither, I quickly turned my head and tried to focus on the movement of the train.

The man started to walk down the aisle. From the far end of the cart to the other. Passing in front of me, leaving dark red drops across my folded legs. He stood in front of the doors opposite a man with his eyes closed and nodding his head to the music he was listening too.

My heart jerked as the trained stopped and the doors opened.

The man left the cart. At that very moment the oblivious passenger that sat where he stood, realized that bloody foot prints made its way off the train.

A scream was let out by a young girl of fifteen as the homeless man fell over exposing his throat that was ripped out and gaping.

What a morning.

I made it into work two hours late due to the police questioning everyone that could have possibly seen the killer.

The need to get out of there as soon as possible was so strong I almost lost the contents of my stomach on the platform. The people who were there in the cart, were a mixture of media hopefuls and annoyed citizens.

I was neither. All I wanted was out. Sargent Lines was the one who questioned me, which felt more like grilling than questioning.

Once the ambulance came to pick up the body, the sergeant let me go. He handed me his card, stating if I could remember anything please call him.

I nodded and left as quickly as I could. The sun finally rose but it was not as bright as normal and the air smelled clean. Which is almost a praise on air quality when you work in the city.

Walking into “Hos. Med. Inc.” was the best feeling ever. I went straight to my office, locked the door behind me, took my goose down coat off and screamed into it until I could scream any longer.

I manage to collapse into my chair and take several deep breaths.

The image of the blood dripping across my lap was etched into my skull. I had to get them off immediately. I had sweat pants in my draw that I stashed for those rare days I would want to go to the gym after work. I quickly pulled out and changed into. I threw the pants in the trash. I did not want to try to save it. My mind will replay the incident every time I pulled it out.

Looking at the clock on my desk, I knew there will have to be explaining to do to my supervisor but I had to get myself together first or else I will fall apart in front of her. I sprayed air freshener in my office to help get rid of the scent of blood that was probably not even there but had to be trapped inside my nose.

It helped slightly. Forcing my mind to do the same ritual it did every day to make me feel a quarter normal was a task on its own.

Finally I was ready to face Lillian Farmer, my manager. She is a five feet, five inch Irish, Pilipino woman. She is absolutely pleasing to the eye until the appearance of the lines.

First her eyes level out and three vertical lines appear between her brow bones. Then her naturally bowed lips almost become as thin as construction paper because she curls them in to bite them. Finally the two vertically deep crest shape lines appear at the side of her mouth.

This all occurs the first few seconds of entering her office.

I took a deep breath. Let it out as slow as I could and knocked on her door.

“Come in.”

As I open the door a swish of hot air goes across my skin.

I stepped in to be greeted by the lines.

“Why are you so late? You are supposed to call to inform me of any delays.”

“I am so sorry. I was being questioned at a crime scene.”

This piqued her interest.

“Crime scene. Did someone get robbed?”

“No actually a homeless man was murdered and they kept everyone who was in the cart there for a while. I could not use my phone because I have lousy service on the subway.”

Something happened to Lillian Farmer. The lines disappeared and a look of enthusiasm appeared. The same looked she gets when she presents one of my ideas as her own and gets praised for it.

“Do they have a picture of the person from the platform cameras?”

“I’m not sure. They did not let us know any of that information.”

“Okay well your excuse for being late is acceptable. You can go get yourself some coffee and get to the data analytic report for the meeting tomorrow.”

I gave her a forced smile and walked out of her office. She proves to me every day that I need to get out of this job.

The staff kitchen was a bit small but it suitable since we have a staff of thirty eight people. The Kureig was being used by Bria.

She always greets everyone with a smile. Bria has been with us a year and the environment had not tainted her a bit.

“Hi, I didn’t see you earlier. Are you working late today?”

When Bria asked you a question you feel it is out of genuine curiosity. There is not a malicious bone in her body and I felt she will not last much longer at this backbiting office.

“I was held up because someone was killed in the cart I was in. But I am fine now. Thank you for asking.” With a slight edge to her voice

Bria stood there looking at me and out of now where gave me a hug. Instinctively every muscle tightened up but I mentally pushed myself to hug her back. Finally she let go and I stepped back just in case the impulse to do that again overcame her.

“I’m so sorry. If you want to talk about it I am a good listener.”

“I appreciate it. All I need is coffee and to get back to work. Please don’t let anyone else know. I do not want to repeat this all day.”

She nodded, turned to the coffee machine and took her coffee. I knew I hurt her feelings but I was emotionally drained.

I hoped she would keep her word and keep silent.

Since that occurrence the rest of the day went along as normal.

The office staff did what needed to be done for the day. Including the gossips, the judgments and the unwanted opinions that were given to others without warning.

I stayed until seven. The seven fifteen train will arrive on time. That is one train that is always punctual.

Lillian had left a few hours ago making sure to tell me in passing that she expected a completed report.

I decided to finish it at home. I just wanted to be in my space. The last person to leave had to lock up so that fell on me.

The sun had brushed a muted orange across the sky. I looked as if the day was worn it out as well and it wanted it to be over or it could just be me projecting how I felt.

I managed to catch the train and get a seat. I had learned my lesson from this morning. I will just keep my awareness of my surrounding at least three feet around me.

With every stop the train made, I made a small mental plea to just get me home safe.

My stop was the next one on the train. I began to breath a little easier. Everyone seemed to be occupied with what they were reading or listening to on their phones.

I tried not to think about this morning but my mind would not allow it. The towering presence he had and the fact that I could not see his face was bothering me.

“Church Avenue. Next stop is…”

I almost missed my stop. I jumped up and bumped into a woman that was blocking the door.

“Excuse me.” I said I hurried out of the door and kept on walking towards the stairs on the north end of the station.

Once out of the station I wanted to run home and lock myself in. That would cause too many people to look in my direction. So I opted to walk quickly.

My apartment is a half a mile away from the station. When the building came into view, I slowed my pace a bit.

“Hey wait up.” A voice I knew too well was calling me from behind. I stopped and waited for Nancy to catch up.

She seemed a little more excited than usual. “What up?”

“I have to tell someone. I was just promoted to assistant director of advertising at my job.” She said bouncing up and down from her news.

“Congratulations, I know how hard you’ve been working lately. You deserve it.”

“Thanks. Let’s go out tonight and get some drinks.”

“Sorry not tonight but I’ll celebrate with you this weekend.”

She seemed a little deflated but she nodded her consent. We walked into the building talking about her promotion and what she was going to do with the extra income.

Nancy had so many dreams that I could not help but smile. ‘Just wait and see what taxes are going to do with all that extra income.’ I thought.

We both gotten off the elevator on the tenth floor. We have been living down the hall from each other for over six years.

We both went to the same high school. She came in on senior year and we hit it off right away.

The colleges we choose were very different. I wanted to do something that had medical influence to it. She on the other hand wanted to be in design.

She graduated with honors and I just passed with a B average.

Once I entered inside the apartment I was greeted with the familiar smell of bake chicken and turnip greens. My stomach felt as if it wanted to come out and feed itself.

“Hi Nona I’m home.”

Nona is my grandmother from my mother’s side of the family. My mother had left me with her when I was eleven years old and went off to live her life. My grandmother, Nona is what I would call her. Could not believe that she would do that but she did.

I received a letter from her when I turned sixteen years old. She apologized for not being in my life but it was for the best that she wasn’t.

I found out later that she was admitted into a hospital for mental illness. She was found in an alley surrounded by dead cats. She thought they were demons trying to suck out her soul.

I asked Nona about it and she just said to pray for her.

After that I never thought about her again.

“Nona…”

“Yes I am in the front room. What is it?”

She was sitting on her favorite multicolored couch that went with the orange area rug that seen too many feet in my opinion.

I sat down beside her and laid my head on her shoulder.

“What is it? You had a hard day with your crazy boss?”

“No. Well yes but that is not it. On my way to work a man was killed in the train cart I was in and I can’t shake the image from my head.”

“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry you had to witness that. Did they catch him?”

“No he left the train before the police came. But it felt like he was staring at me.”

“Did you get to see his face?”

“No which I thought was funny because he seemed to be standing in a shadow.”

Nona was very quiet.

“Now honey tell me something. How was that man killed?”

“He had his throat ripped out.”

Nona’s body trembled a bit.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing why don’t we have dinner. That will make you feel better.”

“Nona I know you better than that.”

She took a deep breath and shook her head. “It maybe just coincidence.”

“What?”

“Well when I just moved here from Richmond Dakota with your mom it was because it was getting too dangerous to live there. First it started out with a man ended up missing and when they found him with his throat ripped out. Then another body turned up. But I heard that they caught the man. So don’t you worry?”

“Well Nona you had me scared to death. They caught him.”

She rose from the semi lumpy couch and went to the kitchen.

I felt like there was something missing from her story.

“What are you not telling me?”

“Your mother had accidentally seen him kill someone.”

Okay my heart dropped. I had to find out who this person is and if he was let out of prison.

I went to my room to grab my lap top and went back to the front.

“Nona what year did this happen?”

“It was over twenty five years ago.”

“Twenty five years makes it 1994. Richmond Dakota murders.”

The newspaper article said that they caught the “Kota” killer. He was a young Caucasian man that lived on the streets after his parents were killed in a fire.

It went on to say that he suffered a psychotic break when he witnessed his younger brother being killed on a drive by.

The judge sentenced him to life. Unfortunately he did not make it to the prison.

On transport his body was found floating in the river. Arms and legs severed.

“Nona did you know they killed him before he even made it to the prison.”

“No I didn’t. So then there is nothing to worry about. This is a different guy.”

“Baby I would feel better if we moved.”

“No, Nona I am not moving. I love living in New York.”

“Really?”

“Well I won’t be chased out of it. I will leave when I am good and ready and not because I was forced out.”

Nona had seen the determination in her granddaughter eyes. She’ll stay but she did not feel safe at all.

A couple of days went by and things went on as usual and I had not seen anything about the murder on the news. I figured that they probably did not consider it big news since it happened to a homeless man.

I woke up late because I gotten caught up in a reality show that had nothing to do with my reality but it did lightened my mood for the night. I could finally get some sleep.

I barely caught the right train this morning and it is normally empty but today it was bustling with people. I hate it when it’s that packed. You cannot even think because people’s internal voice volume is busted.

I managed to stand by the door at the end of the train cart. Once the door closed the two women that was sitting in the seats near where I stood and started having a conversation about their jobs.

“My boss needs to be put on permanent time out.”

“Girl, you around kids too much. (Laughing) You can’t put a grown woman on time out.” (still laughing)

“You do not understand the type of crap she’s pulling. I should have went for that position. I’m doing her job and my job anyway.”

“Then you need to be put on time out.” The friend said while she continued to laugh at her.

Now que the traveling Mariachi band. ‘What is it with today?’ I thought.

I looked at the time it was three minutes to eight and the train was almost at my stop. I decided to look straight forward into the plexy glass windows on the steel doors.

Behind me stood a man who was wearing a hooded sweater. Nothing weird about that, until my stomach began tightening up.

The train stopped in the tunnel and the volume had went up a notch with everyone. He walked down the cart and bumped into this woman.  She wore a tank top and fish net stocking over her shorts. . She had her pink and blue wig that is matted and slightly tilted off her head.

She was clearly not fully there. She pushed him back from bumping her then she turned back and continued speaking to this older guy.

When she waved her left hand in a playful gesture to the man before her, people started to look up. They felt something wet hit some part of their bodies.

A young man that was sitting in platter distance realized that he was being hit with someone’s blood. He looked at the woman and realized she had a finger missing.

“Oh miss. Your finger is gone.” He said and pointed at her hand.

That’s when everyone went out of control in that cart except me and the man who stood at the door at the other end.

He looked at me. This time I could make out that he had a faded mustache and beard. Something that is common on young men.

The train began to move and no one was paying attention to the guy who clearly was the odd one in the cart, o at me since I did not embodied the hysterics that was going on.

“Miss are you alright?”

I heard someone ask but was not sure they were speaking to me. It sounded as if I had head phones on and the sound was muted.

“I think she’s in shock. This train has to get to the station quick.”

As if on que the trained pulled into the station but the conductor did not open the cart doors.

“Are you kidding me they have trapped up inside with this maniac?” A guy said near the woman who lost her finger.

I glance away from him and in that moment he left the cart. He moved in between the two carts and jumped on to the platform.

No one bothered to hold him there. Instead everyone had their phones out recording the events that was before them.

The police arrived quicker than last time. Of course everyone interviewed gave way over the top explanations of what had happened.

The woman was rushed out and into an ambulance. The available police officers searched for the missing finger.

A toddler walked up to his mother to show her the toy he had and she screamed. Causing his little angelic face to turn red in fear. The tears followed behind that.

The officer took what the toddler was holding and it was the woman’s finger.

They tried to ask where he got it but he was scared and it was useless. He was too young.

This time I was not questioned there with the others. I was taken to the police station since I was at the scene of the other crime.

“Miss I find it hard to believe that you only gotten a look at him from his mouth down.”

“He was wearing a black hood. There were people videotaping him leave they probably got a shot of him.”

“We have confiscated all the phones to view. Right now you’re the only clear lead.”

“Anything else you can remember?”

“Yes, he kept staring at me.”

“Like he knew you?”

I just nodded. I wanted to leave and go home. I refused to go to work and deal with my boss after this.

“So that means you got a good look at his eyes?”

“Not really because of the hood. But he was intensely staring. Can I leave now?”

“In a few more minutes. You see you’re the only one who seems to get a look at him yet you don’t have a clear view. I find that odd.”

“What is odd about that?”

“You see him and then he kills people. It’s almost like he wants you to know he’s doing it.”

“So?”

“Maybe it’s someone you know and you don’t know who it is or you know who it is and you’re protecting him.”

“This is crazy. I want to leave now.”

The other officer whispered something in his ear. It was like watching something on television.

“We cannot hold you but we will be watching from you. If he is trying to get your attention by harming people we will probably need you in the future.”

“Need me for what, Bait?”

“Maybe not certain.”

“Oh I’m out of here.”

I stormed out of the precinct, barley noticing what was going on in front of me.

I hailed a yellow cab to take home. I was willing to pay the outrageous fee was going to charge just to avoid the train station.

While I watched the buildings fly by and the people walk as if nothing could harm them. I could not help but to wonder where he was. Is he walking among these people just watching and waiting for the next victim?

I felt the water build up in my eye. Hot tears were released down my cheeks because I could not understand why me?

Why was I the one chosen to see what this man was going to do?

Not only once but twice. I closed my eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. I needed to center myself. The cab ride was long but peaceful.

I went to my apartment and my Nana stood up and ran to me.

“I saw the news. Did you see him again? You did, didn’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“We have to leave. I know you want to stay. But I feel we should go.”

“Nana where would we go?”

“I was thinking Hawaii or Trinidad.”

“What, where? We don’t have money to go to those places.”

“I have saved up enough to start over out there. Anyway there is not much starting over for me. But as long as you’re safe I will be happy.”

I cannot believe what she is saying to me. Not only did she want to leave, she is willing to leave the United States.

“Nana I want you to calm down. They will catch the guy.”

“Oh honey I heard the crows this morning. I knew something bad was going to happen. We have to leave.”

I know it was a superstation but it seems like the crows are a warning.

“I’m going to my room and get some rest.”

 I went straight to my room and just flopped on the bed. I did not know when I fell asleep but I was in a dream.

I dreamt of his eyes and then the birds. What was the connection?

He stood in shadow and he attacks only the homeless?

Suddenly as if on speed, my dream fell upon his cloths. His clothes were not clean and severely worn. A smell came to me. A familiar smell. Like something sweet, something you would smell in the morning.

I looked up, I heard a voice. “I see you.”

The dream took me out side of my job. The security gaurds were joking around and a young man came up to me and ask for spare change.

I was able to find some and gave it to him. Then I heard my boss’s voice say, “What a waste?”

I told her, “It was not a waste.”

“She said “You’re the waste.” Then she started laughing.

The crow flew back into my dream and cawed very loudly.

I woke up in a sweat. I had a feeling I knew who it could be.

I should call the police, but something seemed to be nudging me not to get them involved yet.

I decided I was going to the train station. It was five fifteen. I’m sure he’s here.

The trains were crowed with everyone getting off work and rushing home. I managed to get on one. It made at least seven stops before he came on.

A young man asking for money to help him get something to eat.

“Why don’t you get a job or go to a shelter?” A man mumbled while he was reading.

“Are you willing to give me a job?”

He kept ignoring him. He walked from one end of the cart, to the other end. As he walked towards me, I took out thirty cents and gave it to him. I managed to get a good look at him and realized he was not the one.

“Thank you miss.” He said with his head bowed.

“Why don’t you get some help?”

“I help myself and I try to help others who can’t help themselves.”

“How are you able to help others?”

“Just because I ask for help does not mean I cannot help. You’re a good person but you work for someone who enjoys others pain. Why? Why help me when you do not help yourself? I have to go.”

He seemed very uneasy with talking to me. It was easier to ask for money, I guess. I looked at his cloths and he was wearing old jeans and t-shirt. His sneakers seemed alright. There was no hooded sweater at all.

When he left I smelled cherries? That was the smell in my dreams. But the guy who’s killing is taller than him. But he is connected somehow. I’m sure of it.

I decided to get off and go to the precinct. I found the detective speaking to a woman who looked as if she just was attacked.

“Listen I had to protect what’s mine and if she thinks he would leave me for her, she better thinks again.”

“Okay calm down miss. Just tell me what happened.”

I found a bench and sat down for a while. When he was finished with her, he noticed I was there waiting.

“So, did you remember anything?”

“Actually, I did. I think it a homeless guy that askes for money on the train.”

“That makes no sense. Why will a homeless man kill another homeless guy or cut a homeless woman’s finger off?”

“I don’t know but I think it’s him.” I told him what happened, and he did not feel like he was the guy but he decided it was time to use me as bait. I had my reservations about it.

The time was seven thirty-five and they wanted me on the train. I told them it only happens in the morning. The detective told me that this guy is probably following me and since he struck at eight, he may do it again at eight in the night.

I didn’t want anyone to be hurt so I agreed to try and get him.

I sat in the same cart with the conductor. It seems at this time the cart was buzzing with people meeting up to go to a bar.

I closed my eyes and tried to stay calm. There it was the smell. The cherry smells. He was there. I kept my eyes closed for a few more minutes.

“I know how invisible you feel. I will make everyone see you.” The voice whispered next to my ear. He never spoke to me before. I know that voice.

I opened my eyes and seen he was walking down the cart. He wore the black hooded sweater and dirty worn black sweat pants.

The train jolted and he bumped into a Hispanic man standing near the door.

He wore blue shirt and blue jeans. He was carrying a book bag over his shoulder.

He backed away and kept walking. The guy was bleeding on his side.

A girl noticed it too and pulled out her phone. The guy slowly fell forward from the shock, where was the police?

Other people took out their phones and someone had the guts to pull the emergency break.

Three men blocked his way trying to stay clear of the knife. I seen a couple of officers running in the other cart. They tried opening the door, but it seemed locked.

The man on the right a slightly think male, slightly balding and wearing a black shirt and matching jeans. The second guy was taller wore glasses and looked a bit more nervous than the other two men. The last guy looked like he was the one who would make the move to take him down. The police still could not get in.

The guy felt cornered and he swung the knife wildly. The cell phones were out and one woman was talking into it describing what was happening.

I went to him and decided to try to get him to give up the knife.

“Why don’t you just give up? There is no way out of here.”

The guy looked at all three men and dived for the shorter one.

The three men managed to get a hold of him and pinned him down. The shorter man stood up and discover that the knife was still stuck in his side.

They pulled down his hood and it was Crawford. One of the employees at the office.

“Crawford? What are you doing?”

The conductor finally unlocked the door for the police to get in.

“Crawford Why?”

“I am so tired of these people always begging for money. I had nothing and got myself out of it. These people don’t even try.”

“What’s the whole thing about, I know how invisible you feel? I’ll make everyone see you?”

“You cower down when the boss is around. You make yourself look so insignificant. I was going to make that psycho of a boss look up to you.”

“Crawford, you’re an idiot.”

The train started moving into the next station. The police took everyone statements and asked for all the phones to be turned off since this is an active crime scene.

I still had a bad feeling. What did the homeless guy mean by, I don’t help myself? I just did. I became bait for the police department.

After giving another statement to the police I was allowed to go home. Two officers escorted me out the door because all the news station had gotten a hold of the story.

I was able to get into a cab. This time the police department paid for my ride home.

Once inside I told my Nana what happened and she broke down and cried. My heart was breaking the more she sobbed. She said that her life would have been over if I was killed or hurt by this man.

She was great at guilt and I guess I did deserve it. It took me at least an hour to calm her down. I made her some tea and she took a couple of aspirin from the headache that came on from her crying.

I laid their on my soft bed and felt relaxed for the first time in a long time. I fell to sleep and what I could remember was the man’s words, “Why don’t you help yourself?”

I woke with a start. I could have sworn someone had spoken the words to me. The clock was about to ring anyway. I did my normal routine and went to work.

I walked into twenty eyes set on me. I knew this had to be because of me not coming in yesterday and Crawford being arrested for murder.

I put my things down in my office. Took a couple of deep breaths and went to Lillian’s office.

Have you ever seen an angry dog? How intense the stare is?

“You did not call out and you left me to fend for myself in the meeting.” She said in a low menacing voice.

“I’m sorry but I was not-“

“No you were not thinking as usual. Go to work and pick up Crawford’s slack until we can find a suitable replacement.”

I looked out the window and a crow was perched on the ledge.

“No. I done with this crap. I am your assistant not your slave. You take credit for my work and enjoy my misery. You’re really a sick human being. I did not realize how bad you were until you enjoyed the death of that man on the train.”

“Mali before you go too far and get fired. Go to your office and get to work.”

“No. I’m done here.”

“You’ll get no recommendation from me.”

“Don’t need or want it. I’m leaving. I guess you have work to do.”

I turned and walk away. I walked out of that place breathing easier than I ever had.

As I stepped off the side walk to cross the street a dove flew by and a smile appeared on my face.

A thought came to my mind. ‘He really did help me with no money.’

I promised

Hello my fire starters. I have promised to get back to you about The Heat Scale. There are four short stories that I will sum up for you.

1st The Search for Fantasia = the grandchildren of two well known botananous set out in search for the illusive fantasia flower and on the way a heated romance begins to bloom.

2nd  Malice Access Granted= Moved away from a neighborhood that caused his broken heart, to return to find another’s heart that beats for him, Latrice.

3rd Shadow = Collecting money from a dead beat for his family normally is a bore. Not this time. A shapely secretary, Cevy, not only entered his thoughts but aroused his body.

4th Treatment Requested = Just because your a multimillionaire does not secure you love and having a family that is big on family, no wonder Mari ran away and ran into the very thing that could cure her loneliness.

So these four short stories aim to please. I will be setting up a give away. So stay tuned. If you can not wait it’s available on amazon. Kindle unlimited users it’s $0.00 and for hard cover it’s 3.58.

Can I be a stripper Carlie story Pt. 3 Adult/R-rated

Here we go ladies and gents. This is where my life had to take one path on a road that had a fork in it. I went to visit my mother in the hospital and I felt as if my heart was beating against my chest like a fist.

The hospitals billing manager came in to speak to me while my mom was getting attended to. The over all bill was ridiculously high and the fact that my mother’s insurance was only paying partial did not help all that much.

I went home and did the only thing that my brain would allow me to do. Break down in hysterics. After I cried and broke a couple of things, I calmed down and stared at the bottle of vodka that had been sitting on my shelf in the corner for over a year. I really did not like vodka but it did the trick at mellowing me out.

At this point I called Lettie and made arrangement to meet her the next day for lessons. I had to figure out how I was going to get a regular paying job and do the stripping on the side. I needed money.

I didn’t bother calling heckle and jeckle over because they would just try to did tract me from the reality of my situation. I must have called ten places for a job and landed one interview. That would be in two days.

So I had a lesson and a job interview. Things started to feel a little bit easier.
Going over to a stranger house for stripper lesson should have raised a red flag but of course I  decided to check  it out anyway.

First thing is first when your inner alarm tells you to turn around. Listen to it. She lived in an four story apartment complex. I went to her apartment door and it opened automatically. A woman with a white blonde wig stood in front of me with a tube top and ass hugging shorts on.

Hi I am Lettie, come in. She walked in front of me and I know she was purposely swinging her ass harder left to right to catch my attention. Little did she know I do not go down on Boston cream way.

Looking around she did not have much furniture but it was clean and quiet.

Lettie sat down on a big fluffy cushion on the floor. “So lets not waist time I have to be some where in an hour.”

“You think it will be quick then?”

“Girl a lap dance is dry fucking. It’s either your good at it or bad at it.”

That statement should have had me walk out but the bills kept flashing through my mind.

“Look you sit and watch me. Your the customer and I am the dancer.” Lettie put on some music from her itouch and started to move. She did not lie. She was literally swerving and grinding as if she was trying to have sex.

“Now here is where things get tricky. Usually the customer is excited and aroused. In that back room where no one see’s what going on. It is up to you where you pump the breaks or if you go full throttle a head. If you go full throttle I do have a doctor you should see to make sure your alright down there.”

“Okay, not going full throttle. I just need to make money to pay the bills.”

“Well then stand up and dance. Let me see where you need improvement.”

I stayed at her place dancing and learning what is my best angle and how to look at every customer as if they were the only customer I had for the entire evening. I gave her the money she asked for and left as fast as I could. The vibe she was putting off was getting a bit too intense for my liking.

(Now if your not reading click off because I wouldn’t be at this point.)

I went to work that night and everything was going well and I had my first back room customer. Let’s call him jet.

Jet looked like he was in his fifties and had more drinks than he could handle. Well he wanted to go in the back room. I closed the door for privacy and he immediately sat on the lounge chair.

I began to dance remembering what Lettie said. Jet out of the blue asked,’ Can I cum on your leg.”

I said “No!”

He continued to beg and plead and offered to give me a hundred and fifty dollars if I allowed him to jerk off and cum on my leg.

Honestly I was disgusted but I needed the money and I seen there were wipes in the rooms. I gave in and continued dancing as he worked himself up. All I felt was the spray of warm cum down my leg.

He cleaned him self up and put his dick away and handed me the money. After he left I swore that was the first and last time and cleaned my leg off.

I left the room and danced the rest of the night but I turned down offers to go back to the rooms.

Later that night as I walked to my car, the guy that came on my leg was waiting for me.

I  turned around and went back inside and told the bouncer. He went out there and got rid of the guy. This should have been the clue to stop but I just couldn’t I needed the money.

I had gotten the job as a bartender later on that week. I worked three months straight bartending in the day and stripping at night.

One night Mather called me to his office and told me that he did not think that I was a good fit for the club any more. I was not pulling the right amount of money and I looked exhausted. I normally would have put up a fight but I had pulled in enough money to pay off my bills.

“Alright that cool.” I said then I turned to leave.

“Wait.”

I turned back around and Mathew walked from around his desk to me in seconds. “Now that you don’t work here how about I take you out.”

I stood there staring at this man who I fantasized about numerous times and masturbated to even more, was asking me out.

“So that was your deal hugh?”

Before I could think Mathew kissed me deep and hard. His body was so firm I damn near came on myself.

“So your answer is?”

“Hell ya.”

So was I cut out to be a  stripper? Yes. But do I want to?

I hope you all enjoyed Charlie short snippet of her stripper life. If you did please leave a comment and like it. Until next we burn. Fia

Seven Deaths pt 2

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The Beginning
In the beginning there was no light as you all were told and read in your ancient texts. My beginning was dim with swirls of muted color. With human eyes the colors would have seemed as bright as a glittering drop of dew resting on a crystal in the sun. To us it was perfect.
I came into real consciousness when I reached the age of 50. Which is considered midlife in your society but it is considered teenager or pre-adulthood. What came before is irrelevant to the story.
I recall everything started on the third rise of the forth planet. I had awaken with so many things I had to accomplish for the day. I recalled this because in hind sight I only gotten two things accomplished that day.
My family are the line of YUN. There are ten prestigious lines in our world. The YUN were still considered new money as you would say since we rose in standings only two millennia’s ago. Then there are the Cur, The Ghyn, The Ju, The Ove, The Cace, The Abro, The Lini, The Ney, and The Anvi.
It is very important that I tell you these lines so you will be able to follow what had occurred.
I had risen, Thrown on my cloths; which is called a toga in your history books; and ran to the communal bath.
Atache and Skets were already there playing around instead of getting clean. I did not have time for the brother’s foolishness.
“Hey Comi, you’re early today.” Said Sket as he turned towards me.
“I have things to do Sket’s. So I have to hurry.”
Atache turned baring his radiant skin on his adolescent throat. At the time I did not pay any attention to his preening. I never imagined myself to be attached to anyone until I reached full second cycle of adulthood at 200. So he wasted his preening on me. Besides he was like a brother to me and I could never see him as anything else.
“Do you want company?”
“Actually, No. I need to do this on my own. Greetings Atache since you seem like you cannot greet me.”
“I can greet you but you were talking to Sket. Greetings Comi.”
“It sounds juicy Comi, tell us where you are going.”
I gave sket’s a look that would have made any servant bow down their heads in shame. Since Sket’s and Atache are from the Lini line, they do not bow down to females ever. Even though we hold the same status in society.
Sket and Atache look almost identical even though Atache is older. There personalities were fairly similar except that Atache has a seriousness to him that made him seem older than everyone.
My attention drew to Atache. He had grown a bit and gained mass lately. His hair had grown a little longer and the Lini streak of cornelian was becoming prominent at the right side of his head within his cornflower hair. His eyes were becoming brighter as well. He continued to cleanse himself turned away from me.
I could not figure out when he started to change around me. We were very close. So close, we even tasted each other life force when we were younger. I rushed to get cleaned up and leave the two brother’s to clean themselves.
As humans the first question your mind had probably popped up was, “are you naked?”
Of course we were unclothed while cleansing. We do not start having communal baths until we are close to our first adult cycle at 100 or 95 years of age. Come to think of it Atache was coming into his first adult cycle then.
As I ran out of the baths I kept my plans to myself. It was quite important at the time. After living several life times, I see it was not important at all.

I hope you are enjoying part 2 of the Seven deaths. Please comment and Star. Telling a friend is the greatest form of flatter. Until next we meet. Fia

Update on writing posts!

So the story I just started call How many times must I die. Will be changed to Seven Deaths. It suits the story line better. Also you will see that I posts different pics of the character and you may get confused as to why I switch the main character looks. That will be explained as well in the  story.

As for The Call of the Dhampir I am at the mid to end point of that story so do not worry I did not drop the ball. It is taking time to figure out where everyone will end up.

As always I do love feed backs and star if you like what I have written. Other surprises will be announced. I am so excited.

Until next we meet. Keep it burning. (I do not own picture)