"My Place... Or Yours?"

[Maid of Marvels]

Lancaster Green is a business executive who has come to New York City on special assignment. He is tall, handsome and muscular; resplendent in his immaculately tailored suits. His face has a sneering, arrogant appearance, yet also a certain devilish charm. He carries himself with a feline grace, and has the confidence and self-assurance of a man with, well, let's say substantial concealed assets.

Angela Buonacore is a research librarian at the Epiphany Branch of the New York Public Library on 23rd Street. Unassuming, Angela dresses for comfort; she is of medium height and her chestnut brown hair hangs in spiral curls just below her shoulders. People are drawn to her by the sparkle in her eyes and the warmth of her ever-present smile which make up for the fact that she is not what most would consider beautiful.

To all outward appearances, Lancaster is just another hard-charging, aggressive businessman, and Angela is a quirky bookworm with a passion for poetry and coffeehouses.

But things are not always as they appear...

*****

This is a closed thread for now, limited to Maid of Marvels and REDWAVE. If you wish to participate, please PM one of us first. Thanks. ~MM and RED

 

[REDWAVE]

Lancaster Green

I stride along the sidewalk of Manhattan, my cellphone glued to my ear.

"I don't care how long he's been with the company!" I bark into the phone. "His numbers were down last month. Get rid of him!"

The person on the other end gulped and said, "Yes, sir."

"Get someone in there who can get the numbers back up. If they're not back where they should be next month, I'm gonna fire you next!"

There was silence on the other end for a minute. "I'll get right on it, sir."

"See that you do!" I roar into the phone before hanging up.

If there's one thing that really pisses me off, it's people putting vapid sentimentality above the bottom line. If someone can't produce, can't cut the mustard, you should axe them right away-- the sooner the better. Keeps the other employees on their toes. If the next guy doesn't work out, fire him too. Keep firing and hiring new people until you find someone who can get the job done. Hell, there's always plenty of people out there desperate to get the job. No need to coddle underlings.

In fact, I was in New York to produce results myself, to close a deal. If I didn't, and on terms satisfactory to the home office, my own career would go backwards.

And Lancaster Green-- that's me-- does not like to go anywhere but upward and forward.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"This is the house. The house on East 88th Street...

It's empty now, but it won't be for long."

An hour later, Angela closed the book. Story Time ended as it always did, with a chorus of 'so longs, byes and see you next weeks'. This was quite possibly the most favorite time at the Epiphany. The children. So pure and innocent. Their eyes wide with wonder as she read them stories week after week.

She ran her fingers lovingly over the book's cover as she set it back on the shelf where it belonged. Someone was certain to be asking for it tomorrow, she thought with a fond smile.

Returning to her desk, Angela took her last phone call of the day, a little boy wanting to know how much a gallon of water weighed. "Eight point three three pounds." She chuckled when he uttered a quiet "Wow!" and mumbled a quick thank you before hanging up.

Angela loved her job. Every time someone had a question or needed help finding something was like going on a treasure hunt. She always seemed to find something new and exciting along the way. Lateral thinking. Sideways surfing. That's what her Boss called it anyway.

Grabbing her coat, Angela said her goodbyes and headed for The Comfy Chair, a coffeehouse near her loft in the Village. It was "Open Mike" night and she hoped to hear at least some good poetry while she scribbled in her ever-present ledger over a light dinner and a cup or six of coffee. Or maybe she'd splurge and have something decadent. Like an Irish Monk. Angela couldn't help chuckling at the thought as she got into her car and headed down toward Bleecker.

 

[REDWAVE]

Next I dialed up my chaffeur and

told him to come pick me up. A few minutes later, he pulled up in the stretch Caddy and I hopped in. I had spent all day running around trying to close that deal: meeting with people, talking on the phone, making a presentation in the afternoon. Now it was time for me to start on my real job. First I decided to stop off at O'Hanahan's, my favorite bar in midtown Manhattan, for a drink or two . . . or maybe ten. Rich wood and soft, buttery leather and subdued lighting. And the best bartender in town. I told Harvey to make me my usual, and keep 'em coming till I said when.

"Yes, sir," he said smartly, fixing an unblended Scotch on the rocks, with a twist.

"Call me Lan, Harvey," I said shrugging. "We're all in this crazy thing together-- this thing called life."

He laughed. "You got that right, Lan, old man. It's one helluva weird world we live in, isn't it?"

I raised my drink and took a stiff belt. "And it's gettin' weirder every moment, buddy."

The door opened, and she walked in. From her flaming red hair to her painted red toes, she screamed out sensuality. She was the kind of torrid redhead who's nothing but trouble, and worth every second of it. As soon as I set eyes on her, I knew I was going to end up porking her before the night was over. It was just a question of how much it would cost me-- in blood and money.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

The Comfy Chair wasn't very busy...

Angela could hear the clinking of coffee cups over the low drone of voices as she sat down at a table near the window. "Hi, Ange!" Lisa, the waitress chirped. "Whatcha havin'?"

"How about a grilled portobello? And a cappuccino in the meantime, please. Cinnamon."

Angela took out a pack of cigarettes and lit up, taking a deep drag and watching the smoke swirl upward in a wispy tendril. It was probably her only vice, a bad one most would say, but she knew of a lot worse. She smiled as she opened her carry-all, pulled out her ledger and a pen and began to scribble.

 

[REDWAVE]

She sashayed to the bar,

wiggling her gorgeous ass as she went, and sat down a few seats away from me. She fumbled around in her purse while I collared Harvey.

"Get the lady one of whatever she's having, will you? On me."

He walked over to her and decorously informed her that the gentleman down the bar had purchased her a drink of her choice.

"I'll have a Bloody Mary, please," she said, "with a big stalk of celery in it." Then she turned and treated me to a radiant, incredibly sexy smile. She made an almost imperceptible hand gesture, which I recognized as a "come hither." Needless to say I wasted no time sliding down to the seat next to hers.

"How are you today, gorgeous? My name is Lancaster-- Lancaster Green."

"O, how appropriate!" she giggled, as she squeezed my hand. "You can just call me Rainbow."

"Yeah, you're like a rainbow," I said, eyeing her up and down. "So what's the tariff, baby?"

She laughed richly. "My, you don't beat around the bush, do you? How charmingly refreshing! Two bills should cover it all."

"Chump change-- let's go."

She barely had time to suck down her bloody before I was hauling her off by the arm.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Angela closed her ledger and pushed it to the side...

when Lisa brought the portobello and a salad. "You're always scribbling in that thing, Ange. When you gonna break loose and read for us?"

"One of these days, Lisa. One of these days."

"Yeah. Right. That'll be the same day you order a burger," the waitress giggled as she walked away. "I'll be back with another cappuccino in a sec."

"Hey, Sunshine." Angela looked up and smiled. It was Poet, one of the locals that hung out in the Comfy Chair.

"Hey! Sit with me for a bit," she invited. "Haven't seen you for a while. Where have you been?" As he sat, she saw the white gauze bandages peeking out from under the cuffs of his flannel shirt. Pretending not to notice, Angela grinned and pushed her untouched plate over toward him. He was probably hungry, too. "It's not a steak, but it'll do you fine." She looked around for Lisa to order Poet a cup of hazelnut coffee, his favorite.

 

[REDWAVE]

We went to my hotel room, and

as soon as I shut the door behind us, I was pushing her down onto her knees before me-- not that I had to push very hard. I had already taken care of her "tip," slipping a pair of neatly folded hundreds down into her cleavage.

"My, you are the eager one, aren't you, baby?" She unzipped my pants and fished inside and pulled my cock out through a flap in my underwear. Looking at me fetchingly, she licked and kissed the tip.

I picked her up and carried her to the bed, depositing her gently on that.

"Strip, baby."

Once we were both naked, I lay on the bed with my legs spread wide. She lay between my legs and started to suck, softly and slowly, going just a little way down, just past the head. Then she took a deep breath, and suddenly slid her mouth all the way down to engulf the shaft. I was impressed-- most cocksuckers can't swallow my whole ten inches. She sucked lewdly and eagerly on my cock, and threw her eyes back up at me.

"Damn, you suck a mean dick!"

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"You're always scribbling, Sunshine...

but you never show anyone what you're writing or even tell us what you're writing about," Poet said quietly as he rubbed his nose. "Allergies," he offered lamely.

Angela shrugged and laughed it off. "Uh huh. You really don't want to know anyhow, Poet. You reading tonight?"

Poet looked up at her and smiled wanly. "Probably. Nothing of mine though. Kinda dry lately." Lost in thought, he ate in silence while Angela continued to scribble in her ledger.

Would-be poets, singers, comedians, actors and actresses and just folks with an ax to grind... the stream of performers onstage was steady. And then it was Poet's turn. Angela snapped her fingers in approval as he found his way to the mike.

Poet waited until the room grew quiet in expectation. When it did, he began to recite a piece by Ginsberg from May of 1968:

"PLEASE MASTER

Please master can I touch your cheek
please master can I kneel at your feet
please master can I loosen your blue pants
please master can I gaze at your golden haired belly
please master can I gently take down your shorts
please master can I have your thighs bare to my eyes
please master can I take off your clothes below your chair
please master can I kiss your ankles and soul
please master can I touch lips to your muscle hairless thigh
please master can I lay my ear pressed to your stomach
please master can I wrap my arms around your white ass
please master can I lick your groin curled with soft blond fur
please master can I touch my tongue to your rosy asshole
please master may I pass my face to your ball,s
please master, please look into my eyes,
please master order me down on the floor,
please master tell me to lick your thick shaft
please master put your rough hands on my bald hairy skull
please master press my mouth to your prick-heart
please master press my face into your belly, pull me slowly strong thumbed
till your dumb hardness fills my throat to the base
till I swallow and taste your delicate flesh-hot prick barrel veined Please
Master push my shoulders away and stare into my eye, & make me bend over the table
please master grab my thighs and lift my ass to your waist
please master your rough hand's stroke on my neck your palm down my backside
please master push me up, my feet on chairs, till my hole feels the breath of your spit and your thumb stroke
please master make me say Please Master Fuck me now Please
Master grease my balls and hairmouth with sweet vaselines
please master stroke your shaft with white creams
please master touch your cock head to my wrinkled self-hole
please master push it in gently, your elbows enwrapped around my breast
your arms passing down to my belly, my penis you touch w/ your little fingers
please master shove it in me a little, a little, a little,
please master sink your droor thing down my behind
& please master make me wiggle my rear to eat up the prick trunk
till my asshalfs cuddle your thighs, my back bent over
till I'm alone sticking out your sword stuck throbbing in me
please master pull out and slowly roll into the bottom
please master lunge it again, and withdraw to the tip
please please master fuck me again with your self, please fuck me Please
Master drive it down till it hurts me the softness the
Softness please master make love to my ass, give body to center & fuck me for good like a girl,
tenderly clasp me please master I take me to thee,
& drive in my belly your selfsame sweet heat-rood
your fingered in solitude Denver or Brooklyn or fucked in a maiden in Paris carlots
please master drive me thy vehicle, body of love drops, sweat fuck
body of tenderness, Give me your dog fuck faster
please master make me go moan on the table
Go moan O please master do fuck me like that
in your rhythm thrill-plunge and pull-back bounce & push down
till I loosen my asshole a dog on the table yelping with terror delight to be loved
Please master call me a dog, an ass beast, a wet asshole
& fuck me more violent, my eyes hid with your palms round my skull
& plunge down in a brutal hard lash thru soft drip-fish
& throb thru five seconds to spurt out your semen heat
over & over, bamming it in while I cry out your name I do love you
please Master."

When he finished, Poet simply bowed and walked out of the Comfy Chair followed by a raucous medley of snapping, clapping and cheers. Angela sighed. Things were worse for her friend than she had thought.

 

[REDWAVE]

She was doing such a good job

she was starting to get to me a little. I didn't want to cum without feeling her velvet pussy around my dick, so I gently pulled her head up, bent down and kissed her on the lips.

"I want to fuck you," I whispered. "Turn around and get on your hands and knees, baby."

"Ooooh," she cooed. "Doggy style-- my favorite."

Her pussy was already sopping wet. Sucking cock really turned her on. My prick slid right in, and I began slamming it to her. I was proud of myself-- I rammed her so hard that I made even a crazy fuck beast like her moan and grunt with pleasure. I lubed and lightly fingered her asshole while I fucked her pussy. When I felt myself getting really close, I pulled out and slipped it in her butt. She really started going wild then.

"O, yeah, fuck my ass, stud, slam it to me! Damn, you're good."

I pounded her butthole in a frenzy, and it wasn't long before I felt my excitement rising to the boiling point. I came inside her ass, in several explosive spurts, then stayed inside it for a few seconds before finally pulling out. She wiggled her ass, spread her asshole with her fingers, and let my cum drool out onto the bed.



Later, as we were dressing and freshening up a bit and getting ready to go, I slapped her playfully on the rump and said, "That was great, baby. You're really hot-- good meat on the hoof, and a real bargain, too!"

A sour look came over her face. "Yeah, thanks, fucker. Actually, I used to never go for less than five hundred. But since 911, business is down. I've had to lower my price."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Angela woke early the next morning...

slipped on her sweats, a pair of sneaks and headed out the door for her daily jog. The weather was crisp and the run always helped clear the morning cobwebs from her brain.

Today was going to be a busy day. A group of fifth graders from the local elementary school were coming in to learn how to do research for a paper. Angela knew they would probably be less than thrilled, but she always looked at research as kind of a treasure hunt and hoped that she would inspire at least a couple of the children to think the same.

An hour later, she was back in front of the building where her loft was. She checked her watch. Time enough for a shower and a quick breakfast, then off to work.

Just another regular day in the otherwise uneventful life of Angela Buonacore, she chuckled to herself as she turned on the shower.

 

[REDWAVE]

After I got rid of the redhead,

it was too late to get into my real job, so I slept for a few hours. I got up and showered and shaved, put on my work clothes, and got back to trying to close that deal. I was real close-- there were just a few details that were sticking points, but I was sure I could resolve them.

I was heading for an appointment when it happened. I rounded the corner and there it was, right in my face-- celestial light streaming out of the coffeehouse on the block. "Wha the FUCK?" I said to myself. "What the hell is one of them doing here?"

I stormed into the coffeehouse. Sitting there looking all innocent and prim and proper was a female angel-- a very powerful one, at least an archangel, by the looks of her. Although she was maintaining the appearance of human form to the humans around her (as was I), both of us instantly recognized each other for what we were. Flames burst out all around me as I snarled with anger.

"What the fuck you doin' here, BITCH? This is my boss' turf. New York City is Satan country."

In reply, she merely blinked innocently.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Armaita (for that was her angelic name) leaned back in her chair...

and grinned. "Well, well, well. What have we here? If it isn't old Horny Toad. Your boss got you slumming? Not good enough for the big jobs in Vegas anymore?"

Another burst of flames made her smile all the more as she picked up her pack of cigarettes and took one out. "Unimpressive, Horny Toad... But I will take a light."

 

[REDWAVE]

I was furious!

"That's Horndog to you, bitch. Mister Horndog! You know my name; say it right. Horny Toad's a limp-dick wuss compared to me!"

She smiled-- a most annoying smile. "So-- are you going to light my cigarette or not?"

My first inclination was to tell her to light her own damn cigarette. But then, for some reason-- I have no idea why-- I sent a tiny finger of flame out to light it for her.

This was intolerable. I couldn't have a fuckin' angel interfering with my mission here on Earth. I drew myself up to my full height and sent a massive blast of pure energy hurtling right at her. I knew I couldn't destroy her or even harm her, but I hoped to at least knock her off the mortal plane and send her back to her home plane, Heaven. With a barely perceptible shrug of her shoulders, she deflected my energy blast and sent it hurtling out into space. (Meanwhile, to the mortals there, we appeared to be just two ordinary people engaged in casual conversation.) I whistled loudly and appreciatively.

"Damn, you're much more powerful even than I thought. Whoever or whatever you're here for, the Tiresome Old Fart must think it's pretty damn important to send someone of your level."

"Your grasp of the obvious is outstanding, Horny Toad."

"Will you cut that out, you goddamned wing-beater?" Then a funny thing happened. Much as I hated her and everything she stood for-- love, goodness, kindness, and all that tired shit-- there was something about her celestial radiance and angelic demeanor that was starting to turn me on. I love fuckin' devil bitches; they're all a bunch of incredibly nasty, horny sluts, much better than any mortal woman could ever be. But I found myself getting really curious about what it would be like to fuck angel pussy.

"All right, babe, spill the beans. What the hell brings you here?"

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"Brings ME here, Horny Toad?"

Armaita took a drag off her cigarette and blinked innocently, blowing smoke rings, like tiny haloes, in his direction. "Why, I live in this neighborhood and I always come to the Comfy Chair."

Horndog's eyes flared red, but much to his discomposure she merely smiled back. "You're only a second-rate scoundrel. What are you doing here? Punishment for a job badly done? I can't imagine there being anyone here that is worth your boss' time and energy. Slim pickins round these parts."

Angela raised her hand, beckoning for Lisa to come over to the table. "Two coffees, Lisa. Please." She noticed the waitress eyeing her companion. He was handsome in a devilish sort of way.

Chuckling at her private joke, Angela introduced them, adding in a loud whisper "You don't want to mess with him, Lisa. He's happily married with six kids." Lisa shrugged and asked if they would like something to go with their coffee.

Lancaster started to answer, but Angela interrupted. "Umm... You still have crow?"

Lisa, ever the willing straight man, answered "Sorry, Ange. All out of that. How about something decadent?"

"Decadent. Hmmm... Why yes. I think we'll have some of that delicious devil's food cake you were touting earlier." She smiled at Lancaster Green once again. "You do eat devil's food, right Lan?"

 

[REDWAVE]

"Very funny, smart ass . . .

Actually, I prefer to munch on angel hair pasta."

"Touche."

"But stop beating around the bush, wing-flapper. What are you doing here? Why did the Old Windbag send you?"

"Well, if you really must know, Horny Toad, I'm here for the same reason you're here."

"DAMN! I knew it! You're gonna fuck up my motherfuckin' mission, and then I'm gonna catch hell when I get back to headquarters!"

"In more ways than one."

I ground my teeth together in rage. This whole situation was utterly maddening, especially the way she sat there smiling sweetly at me as I fumed. And as I looked at her, a funny thing happened: I began to feel a stirring in my loins. . . . Why-- what the hell-- I can't believe it-- is this really happening? . . . I was starting to get turned on by an angel.

 

[REDWAVE]

OOC: I apologize for the protracted delay. I hope to recommence the story soon.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

The temperature's rising...

If Horny Toad's boss had sent anyone other, Armaita would have been a little agitated, but not overly concerned. But Lancaster Green? Not that the particular soul in contention wasn't important. In her eyes, they were all equally important... but she couldn't help wondering who had drawn his boss' attention. And why.

"Oooh, Horny!" Armaita purred, a decidedly smug look on her face. "You are, aren't you?"

Her smile grew broader at his discomfort. Yes, life was good. Especially when she knew she could fluster someone like Horny. "You know, sweetie. You're not so hot after all. Why don't you tell me what brings you to my neck of the woods?"

A warm welcome to the brave soul who has consented to join us... DarkWarrior. Welcome and let the games begin! ~N

 

[Dark Warrior]

Lancaster Green (The rebirth)

EDIT OOC: *Blushes*
A third sorry, Maid, (see the PM - if you haven't already - for the other two) and one to you, REDWAVE.

 

[REDWAVE]

Horndog ponders his options . . .

OOC: No problem, Dark Warrior. Welcome to the thread.

This angel bitch was seriously griping my buns. It was bad enough she was more powerful than me (and I'm no slouch!), but now she knew she was turning me on, and her being very cool and noncommittal herself. I wondered if she found me attractive at all. Most women turned to jelly at my handsome face and strong physique. (When they also find out I'm a rich executive, and have a big cock, they wanna marry me!) Devil women love me, too, but then those horny sluts love anything with a dick! Next I found my mind drifting off to what it would be like to have sex with an angel. Not the crude, nasty, exciting pounding of a devil babe, with her screaming and moaning and furiously talking dirty and raking her claws down my back. No, I imagined a bed of clouds, celestial harps tinkling, winged Cupids casting rose petals all around, a gentle intertwining of souls and bodies, that sort of thing. . .

I shook my head to clear the cobwebs out of it. Damn, I must be starting to go soft, thinking thoughts like that. . .

 

[Dark Warrior]

Poet

As I left the Comfy Chair, I couldn't help but glance back at Angela, sitting as innocent as always, her head in her notebook until the waitress bought her her order. Coughing, I shook my head and stalked away, not quite sure what I was thinking.
After a short walk, I finally found the urge too much, and slipped into a nearby alley, hiding away behind the huge dumpster. My hand fumbled in my pocket for a moment, before pulling out what I was looking for.
I must admit, I had seen the dark side of life... left as an orphan on 'the wrong side of the track', so to speak, never makes a man into what he could be. I had been an addict as long as I could remember, and I hated myself just a little bit more each time I abused my body with the drugs, but I just couldn't stop.
I had tried, of course - plenty of times - but each time I seemed to get better... but, like they say, the higher you rise, the further you have to fall. And so, like the proverbial rollercoaster, my life just kept going up and down, around and around, and each day that dawned was just a little darker than the last.
People told me the power of my words, and that's the only thing I ever clung to. When times were hard, when times were good, I could write poems, brilliant poems... but in today's world, the old-fashioned writer has no place. Poetry, my one and only talent, was practically dead. And even my poetry had been going downhill lately.
Shaking my head to clear the thoughts, I turned the attention back to the task at hand, rolling up my sleeve, revealing the bandages that roughly covered the scars left on my arms after years of abuse.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Armaita

This sparring with Horny Toad was really starting to get tiresome. Armaita had had a long day and tomorrow promised to be just as busy. On top of that, the thing with Poet earlier had upset her.

She wasn't sure how to make things better for him and she was concerned. Armaita wasn't one to "make things easy" for the mortals, but she did like to give encouragement and a gentle "hand up" when it wouldn't affect anything major. It just wasn't safe to play with events. One never knew what difference it would make in the future.

Sighing, the archangel picked up her cigarettes and tapped one out of the pack. She glanced across the table at devilishly handsome Lancaster Green. He really thought he was something else, that one. She couldn't help smirking.

"You're still here?"

The demon's temper flared again when he saw the smug look on her face. It clearly said "scat cat, go prowling somewhere else", but she just had to get one last dig in.

"Give me a light before you go, will you?" Armaita asked innocently, holding her cigarette up to one of the tendrils of flame that once again surrounded him.

 

[REDWAVE]

"Light your own damn cig, wingflapper,"

I snarled, and stalked out. I had other fish to fry at the moment. My assignment on Earth-- my real job-- was to snare and entice Poet's soul into damnation, any way I could. All souls are important to some extent, of course, but let's face it-- there's billions of souls just on this one lousy, stinking little planet alone. (And in the entire multiverse, there's googols and googols of souls.) But some souls are more important than others, much more important. That's because they are a nexus influencing a huge number of other souls. And Poet's soul was one of those very important ones. Why, I didn't know yet. But I was determined to find out.

I had done my homework on Poet, and I knew he was a drug addict-- heroin, cocaine, and methamphetamine, but heroin mainly. I had been monitoring him on my "second sight," and I knew he was in an alley shooting up. By the time I got to him, he would have just pushed in the plunger and felt that rush of relief into his veins. Excellent. He would be totally passive, nodding out-- easy prey for my manipulation.