by J G Jerome
Bernadette releases me and waves me to an occasional chair on the opposite side of the wingback she is standing next to. “Please, William Darling. Sit.”
I take my seat, and notice her large nipples are prominently pebbling under her robe. I get a flash of her bare vulva as she arranges her robe before taking a seat. She crosses one arresting leg over the other and sits back in her chair like a queen on her throne.
“So, Darling. What may I do for you today?”
I grimace slightly. “Bernadette, I need help. However, what I’m going to ask may be beyond the bounds of propriety.” She makes me want to be very formal. I’ve never figured out why. She gestures for me to continue.
“I have two recent additions to my family. I am passing them off as lost amnesiacs at the moment, but I need to come up with something better. There will likely be three more. I need to find someone that can forge an identity and hack into computers in Vital Records departments and the Department of State to create an identity and back-story. I need US identities. I don’t mean to make offence, but I’m hoping that you may know someone given how some of your activities are right on the boundaries of what’s legal.”
I watch her face as I talk, but she shows no reaction of emotion at all. After a moment to digest the information, Bernadette picks up a small bell from the table between us and rings it. A short young lady with mousy blond hair held up with chopsticks arrives in a different period dress. She says, “Yes, Mistress?”
Bernadette smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Clarice, I need a cone of silence. Would you be a love and establish it?”
Clarice bows her head slightly. “One moment, Mistress.” She pulls a small tablet from a pocket in her apron and makes a couple of entries. A heavy shade slides down in tracks embedded in each window frame. Clarice steps out of the room, closes the door, and then a similar shade drops on the interior wall with the door.
I look to Bernadette and ask, “Jane Austen?”
Bernadette gives me a genuine smile that lights up her eyes. “Very observant, William. We’re holding a period party this evening. Since PBS has been showing Sanditon on Sunday evenings, we’ve been having viewing parties in costume. They’re rather dull as parties go, but people pay handsomely to attend…” she watches as all the shades lock in place and nods “...plus most of my ladies do get an opportunity to work off some of their debt.”
Her eyes squint, and her expression changes to what I can only describe as ‘shrewd.’ “William, the service you are seeking is highly illegal, hard to find, and very expensive. If there is a dead baby of about the appropriate age and gender, it’s only slightly less expensive, but still not easy, and just as illegal.”
“I know, Bernadette. It still has to be done. They have…” I pause and think about how to say this. “...they have had a very rough time of things. I want to free them.”
“You’ve created your master work,” she says matter-of-factly.
I think ‘SHIT!’ to myself.
“Why isn’t your teacher helping you with this? It is how things are done. It is part of their responsibilities,” she says.
I just look at her for a minute. “What do you think is going on, Bernadette?”
She makes a slight moue with her lovely lips before responding. “I think you just became a master level necromancer.” I try to pick my jaw up off my lap. She continues, “I’m surprised, William. I always knew you had some power, but I assumed you would eventually become a sorcerer, but your aura has no flecks of purple. Instead I see pure white with occasional swirls of blue and black. That means necromancer.”
I squint at her and pull up my second sight. She has a very bright aura with swirls of red whipping through it.
I ponder how much to tell her, but I eventually go for full disclosure as I’m about to embark on a life of crime with her. “Bernadette, I don’t have a teacher. I stumbled onto this. I moved into an apartment temporarily, which turned out to have the ghost of a young lady that died in 1891. Her name is Rebecca. I felt sorry for her. I was kind to her. Then Audrey called because she was horny and excited about this visit. We had phone sex, and I left my emissions on a sheet I had laid out for Rebecca to sit on, so she wouldn’t slime my couch again. I didn’t think about it, but she discovered my spunk on the sheet. She was able to interact with it, and ate it. It energized her ectoplasmic body, and made her hungry. I fed her over the course of the week, and her body got stronger and eventually became a living body. She told me what little I know about necromancy. She was a witch when she was alive, so she at least knew they existed.”
Bernadette looks surprised at that last bit. “There are not many necromancers around, William. Witches either. I’ve been looking for a necromancer to help with a couple of projects, and I haven’t found anyone. I may have to ask you to help me.”
I shrug, “Bernadette, I would never deny you help if you ask, but I barely know anything about necromancy. I...raised?” I look to her for confirmation, and she nods. “...Rebecca completely by accident, acting out of kindness.” She smirks at that. “Yes she did learn to give good blowjobs, but still it was because it was less likely to leave me raw than me stroking myself into her mouth six-to-eight times a day.”
Bernadette throws her head back and laughs prettily at that comment. I continue, “Other than that, I drained a zombie that was trying to kill me last Thursday, and raised another ghost by just pushing life energy into her over the course of about a day.”
“Oh my,” Bernadette says. “A day is very fast, William. I’ve only heard of a couple of necromancers that could do it at all, and they required more like a one or two week effort to do it. It is easier to find a zombie and push the ghost into it.”
I nod, “I will probably take that route on the other three if I can find zombies. So how much will the identities cost?”
“Ten thousand each, William. If you want to go cheaper initially, we can just get driver licenses or state IDs for them. Those I can do for only five thousand. That’s a limited time offer as the new federal ‘Real ID’ program is coming on line, it will be much trickier. You have to fake the identity background documents and get them into their database backdated to the date of the supposed application. It’s easier if they can assume a dead person’s identity that has a ‘Real ID,’ but those are in high demand so the cost works out about the same,” she explains.
I frown, “Well, I hope I get that side job.” I open the folio in my hand. “Here are the names and two complete sets of passport photos.” I hand it over. “Rebecca is so malnourished and looks young enough that maybe we could go with a state ID registered three years ago when she was ‘sixteen’ - that would make her legend nineteen years old. She doesn’t know how to drive, so that might support it. If that’s cheaper, we could go that route, but if there’s less chance of scrutiny with a full legend, then go that way and cost be damned. Josie, or Josephine, will need the full package. Her legend should be 24 or 25 years old.”
Bernadette says, “I’ll need half up front, William. I don’t want to engage in illegal activities without my customer having some skin in the game.”
“I can withdraw cash tomorrow. I’m assuming you don’t want a paper trail,” I say.
She smiles, “I’ll take your check, William. Annotate it for ‘consultation services.’ I do a variety of consultations.” I pull my checkbook out of my blazer pocket and fill out a check to Bernadette Pasquale for ten thousand dollars annotated as requested.
I hand it over. “There you are, Bernadette. I appreciate your help in this.”
She smiles. “You’re quite welcome, William Darling.”
I hurriedly add, “Since we have the cone of silence, I hope you don’t mind me asking. What kind of demon are you?” I see the red tinge in her aura.
She smiles at me benignly, but it falls short of her eyes. “William, I am a succubus.”
I respond, “That explains why you are so temptingly beautiful.”
She
gives me a genuine smile at that. “Flattery, William. You do know the path to my heart. As for my appearance, this is not what I looked like when I was born. I am inhabiting a zombie body. I think you would find my aura more red than white if I were in my natural body.”
I shrug, “I don’t know, Bernadette. The angel I met had a bright white aura. It was painful to look at despite being stunningly beautiful. I bet yours is much the same.”
She smiles brightly, “Are you sure you can’t stay and play with me for a while?”
I shake my head ruefully. “Sadly, no. Audrey is waiting for me at my hotel.” I pause for a minute. “How is Viktorija doing? I had hoped that I might be able to say hello.”
Bernadette smiles graciously at me. “She is doing well. She is busy getting ready for the party. I will let her know you asked about her. It will cheer her greatly. She hates these parties. I do try to find other ways for her to work off her debt, but the parties are lucrative as well as the most frequent activities I have to offer her.”
“I am sure,” I say. “She is worth paying a great deal for. If I hadn’t already been with Audrey, I probably would have lost my resolve and called on her regularly. She has a tough exterior, but she is a lovely person as well as a beautiful woman. Please give her my warmest regards.”
Bernadette flashes her pussy at me again as she uncrosses her legs and stands. I stand with her and pull her into a warm, wet kiss.
“Thank you, Bernadette. I truly appreciate your help in this,” I tell her.
She rings the bell on the desk, and then wraps my arm in hers as she presses her right breast into it.
“It is my pleasure, William. You will want to bring all your ladies to one of our parties. I’m sure they would find it enlightening. Especially if the new ones could see you and Audrey present a Shibaru demonstration.”
I laugh as we wait for the screen over the door to clear the doorway. “I’m certain of that. I think we will have to do that.”
Viktorija is standing in the entryway, and she launches herself to wrap me in a warm hug. I kiss her gently under her ear. “Thank you, Viktorija. I despaired of seeing you today.”
She presses a warm kiss into my cheek and steps back, folding her hands in front of the apron of her costume. She smiles at me. “William, I had to take a quick moment to say hello. I think of you often. Will you stay for the party?”
I shake my head. “No, darling. I need to go meet Audrey.”
“Okay,” she says before hugging me again. “Tell her I said hello.”
I kiss her cheek. “I will, darling.” She releases me with a smile, so I can follow another Latino man in costume, Manuel, out the door.
20 - Audrey
About twenty minutes later I am walking into the reception of the Biltmore Embassy Suites. I take two steps in the door before I see a beautiful Amer-Asian young lady run towards me.
Audrey wraps her arms around me and climbs up my body as she devours my mouth. Even Bernadette would consider this kiss bedroom worthy. When Audrey gives me a breath, she murmurs, “Master, I’ve missed you so badly!”
She moans as I squeeze her tight little ass. I tell her, “I missed you too, Kitten. Go get your bag, so we can check in.”
She drops down to the ground, and I admire her figure as she dashes over to grab her rather large suitcase.
Audrey is a beautiful young woman. She is about 5’7” and athletic. She plays collegiate volleyball. Her dad is half Korean and Anglo. Her mother is a quadroon-Korean mix with light coffee colored skin. As a result, Audrey has a slight duskiness to her skin tone, a round strong tushy, long muscular legs, straight dark hair, and muscular lean shoulders and arms. When she’s naked, I can generally see muscles moving under the skin of her flat abdomen and back. Today she’s wearing short black athletic shorts that barely cover her spectacular ass, and a white tank top that is cropped enough to give peeks at her toned stomach. She is still sporting the page-boy haircut she had last time. She is sexy as can be. I want her in the worst possible way, and that is just how I’m going to take her.
She meets me at the desk as I slide my credit card and license across the counter. The young man looks at me judgmentally for groping my young lover in public before looking up my record. His eyes pop when he sees all the money I’m bringing in with this workshop. I see his name is Haimish.
He says, “Aaaah. Hello Mr. James. Welcome to the Biltmore Embassy Suites. We have you in a Deluxe King Suite for four nights departing on Thursday morning. Your conference room is currently occupied with a wedding, but we will set it up tonight afterward. It is down the corridor to your right, my left, at the end of the hall. Here are two keys to suite 418 and the upgraded wifi password. Will there be anything else, sir?”
“No, Haimish. That will be all we require. Have a lovely evening.” I give him a smile as I turn towards the lifts.
He answers, “You too, Mr. James.”
Audrey links my arm in hers as we trundle to the elevator. We make our way up and to our suite’s door. Audrey lets go of my arm as I work the key card and open the door. She pushes her suitcase out of the way as I follow her in. She kicks off her shoes, her no-show socks, and pushes her shorts and panties to the floor. She moves everything out of the way and folds her garments carefully before placing them on the credenza. I bolt and throw the sliding lock as she removes her tank top, folds it and places it on top. I strip off as she places her suitcase on the credenza and opens it. She removes a coil of rope and a large toiletry bag and opens it as I hang my garments. Then she places the rope on the corner of the bed and crawls to the center of it before sitting in a splayed seiza with her hands on her thighs, her back straight, her head facing straight forward, and her eyes downcast.
I prowl toward the bed as Willy raises his head. I command, “Tell me.”
“Master, I have been a bad kitty. I fucked my roommate five times. I think she might be falling in love with me. I masturbated twelve times since I last was honored by your attention.”
“Does that include the call?” I ask.
“No, Master,” she whimpers.
“I’ll give you a bye on that one since you gave your orgasm to me.”
She whispers, “Thank you for your kindness and understanding, Master.”
“You are welcome, Kitten. So how many orgasms did you take from me?”
She shivers. “Master, I’m not sure. Multiples each time. I was hoping we might agree to five per infraction.”
“Five!” I exclaim. “What to do with you, my pretty kitty?” I ponder dramatically as I pass back and forth in front of her, my erect cock waving proudly in front of me. “I think an additional two per incident - one in case you underestimated, and one per each for your greed. Come here, Kitten.” She launches to the edge of the bed.
I grab a handful of her hair and pull her to me while I twist her head to present her mouth. I devour her lips and cup her pussy with my other hand. She melts from my attention. I murmur, “You’ve never confessed your roommate before, Kitten.”
She looks at me sincerely. “Master, you never told me you loved me before. Honestly, that’s probably how many times I’ve fucked her total. I do think she is falling for me.”
I nibble her neck and she whimpers. “Master, may I touch you.”
“Yes, Kitten.” She wraps her arms around my neck and moans. “I’m going to mark you as mine, Kitten.”
She moans, “Yes, Master. Yours.” I continue to suckle her neck to deliberately leave a violently red mark on her neck.
When I’m satisfied, I hold her chin in my palm. “Honestly Kitten, I don’t want to give you one hundred strokes. I had planned to bind you completely, but I don’t want to waste that much time. I’m going to spank you twelve strokes, bind your hands and feet, and fuck you until we are both senseless. Your roommate is a gift from me. I’ll bind you completely tomorrow and play with you every night and Thursday morning. Then I’m going to take you over to Bernadette’s and put on a show before
I take you home with me.”
She moans, “Yes, Master! Please take me away!” I know she means it. I also know she won’t - unless I up my game. Then again, I love her. I need to let her finish her education. Doesn’t mean I’m not tempted to take her away regardless.
I wrap her up and kiss her tenderly, passionately. “Over my knee, Kitten.”
“Yes, Master,” she whispers as she slides to the floor. I sit on the edge of the bed twisted a bit to the left, and I point between my feet. Audrey steps between my feet and leans over my left knee, laying her torso on the bed.
Audrey keeps her legs straight and points her perfect ass into the air. I pin her legs by locking them with mine as I caress her buttocks. Audrey whimpers as my hand touches her burnished flesh. I rub circles over her buttocks. After a moment of warming the beautiful bum before me, I set a trap for Audrey.
“How many did we agree, Kitten?”
She whispers, “Ten, Master.”
I smack her once sharply on each ass cheek. “Kitten, I swear we agreed to twelve. Do I remember incorrectly, Audrey?”
“No, Master. You are correct. It was twelve,” she confirms.
“Prepare to receive your discipline, Kitten.” Then I started sharply spanking her firm, round ass. After the fourth strike she begins to demonstrate the yowl that inspired her love name. Strikes five through eight have her yowling and mewling like a cat in heat.
I stop after eight and gently caress her fiery red ass while Audrey catches her breath. I bend over to kiss her warm bum. “Four more, Audrey. Are you ready, Kitten?”
She moans as I caress her. “Let’s get it over with, Master. I can’t wait for what comes next.”
“Breathe out, my love.” Her breath catches at the way I addressed her, but she does eventually blow it out hard. I strike. 1 - 2 - 3 - 4. The fourth strike results in a ‘meow.’
