Bloody Sexy Anthology

by Carmilla Voiez

  Sex Magic

  by Carmilla Voiez

  I knew I was in trouble when she strode across the room towards me, her hair pulled back into a ponytail so tight that it seemed to stretch her almond-shaped eyes even wider. I tried to look busy, picked up the phone and put it back down again with a grimace as she landed heavily in the chair on the other side of the desk and pouted. As her legs crossed one way then the other, I saw a flash of stocking-tops. Keep calm, I told myself, don't get flustered again. You're a professional.

  “Lily.” Her voice was like a warm sunset, as the purple sky above and the crimson light below met and melted into each other.

  I nodded, swallowing hard.

  “I need you.”

  My flesh tingled and I couldn't believe my ears. “You...”

  “Bloody Hera has fucked off sick again and two important clients are coming at eight.”

  My stomach crashed to the floor, of course, she needed me to work late, that was all. I was a fool to think she needed anything else. She would be able to get everything she needed and more. Her clothes screamed wealth while her polished fingernails, glossy mouth and impossibly high stiletto heels promised a wild hunger that could not be tamed; this was a woman who was never left unsatisfied.

  I blushed. “I don't...”

  “You're just meeting and greeting. Bring them into the executive suite then wait outside. You can do that, can't you?”

  I gulped and my eyelids felt heavy. I nodded mechanically. I could do that, yes, but I could do so much more if she let me.

  “Get yourself something to eat and come back at seven.”

  “What should I wear?”

  She glared at me and I felt my body tighten under the weight of her stare.

  She shook her head. “That, nothing, who gives a shit? You'll be wearing a robe over the top of it anyway and they aren't here for you...”

  They would be here for her. I understood. I had known since a week after I started how Robin earned her living. If the furtive voices at the other end of the telephone line hadn't been evidence enough I had peeked into the executive suite once before. She had left the door ajar, probably thinking she was alone in the office and I couldn't resist. What I had seen still made me shiver. It wasn't simply terrifying, it was the promise of something greater, something so potent that it would raise a person out of their humdrum life and transform them, although into what I wasn't quite sure.

  “Seven,” I repeated, nodding.

  “Well hurry up then,” she growled.

  I grabbed my handbag and scurried away.

  ****

  I entered a small restaurant a couple of doors down from the office. “Are you serving dinner yet?” I asked.

  The barman smiled. “Not until seven.”

  I frowned.

  “Would a sandwich suffice?”

  My stomach grumbled and I nodded, gratefully. “Thank you.”

  The man grinned. There was something wolfish about his mouth as if he would eat me whole. I considered telling him that I didn't swing that way, but realised he probably didn't care.

  “Anything to drink with that?”

  “Just water please.”

  He cocked his head and stared at me for a moment. I felt the same chilling curiosity in his eyes that I sometimes noticed in Robin's.

  “Please,” I repeated.

  He nodded and his smile faded. This place made me uncomfortable. I wondered whether I should just cancel my order and leave, but the local cafés all closed at six and I didn't want to have to take the bus.

  My mind drifted as I waited for my order to be prepared. The walls of the restaurant were jagged, like roughly hewn stone, and painted a deep red. It made the place feel cramped and hot. As I stared at them they seemed to pulse, boom, boom... boom, boom like a heart, no, not a heart- a uterus, enveloping me. Then the throbbing was inside my head and I thought I would throw up. Clutching my stomach, I saw a white female figure drawn on a dark wood door and ran towards the bathroom.

  The bathroom was cool, calming. I sat on a white wicker chair and tried to catch my breath. My shirt felt sticky under my arms and perspiration beaded my cheeks and forehead. I felt a mess. No wonder Robin treated me with such contempt. I was unworthy of her attention, a worm beneath her shoe. I needed to work harder, look better, groom myself until I could wriggle out from below her sole and admire her properly.

  I splashed cold water on my face and armpits and returned to my table refreshed. The open sandwich waiting for me looked delicious and the water beside it was so cold the glass looked frosted. I promised myself that one day I would come here for dinner, bringing Robin if she would join me. I thought about my nineteenth birthday, just a few weeks away, and decided that would be the ideal occasion to taste more than just a perfect sandwich.

  By the time I looked up from my empty plate, others had entered the restaurant. I checked my watch and saw that it was seven already. Glancing at an attractive couple by the window, I reached for my handbag. The man turned his eyes towards me. His skin looked sallow against the vibrant blue of his gaze. He reached out and stroked the cheek of the auburn haired woman in front of him.

  ****

  “I'm sorry I'm late,” I said, rushing to my desk to throw my bag under my seat.

  “Hmm,” came the vacant reply. “Oh yes.”

  “What do you need me to do?”

  Robin sighed as if my question annoyed her. Then she seemed to recover and glanced towards me. “Do? Oh yes. Go into the bathroom and tidy yourself up. You look a state and you smell...” Her nose wrinkled and she didn't need to finish the sentence.

  I did smell. I couldn't understand why I hadn't noticed before. I was repulsive.

  She held out her elegant arm. The red silk blouse clung to her as she moved and I saw the shape of her toned muscles. She probably worked out. In her hand she held a white garment. “Take this. Put it on when you're clean. You'll find make-up and a... hairbrush in there too.”

  I tried to look at her eyes as I took the robe from her hand, but she was staring into the distance already unaware of my presence or so it seemed.

  “Thank you.” For the second time in less than an hour I scurried towards a bathroom.

  I stripped off my clothes and left them outside the shower room with the robe, ensuring the two piles did not touch. I wanted to leave my stink behind me. I would be naked beneath the soft fabric of the robe. The thought of this excited me.

  I opened and smelled all five bottles of oil on the gilded shelf beside the shower rose. I chose one that smelled of soft musk and mandarin, applying it to my wet skin. The water was perfect, warm but not too hot, enough pressure to massage my skin, but not enough to feel as though I was being pelted by hot bullets. I allowed my hands to caress my skin, my arms, my breasts, my buttocks and my thighs. The perfume of the oil intoxicated me and I felt as though this was part of an erotic dream, the product of reading too many sexy stories and watching vampires dry-humping on my TV screen. I imagined I was performing on stage and Robin was my eager audience as my fingers lingered on my clitoris for a few exquisite moments before drawing circles around my nipples. Beyond the constant stream of water I thought I glimpsed a shadow but, when I blinked the liquid away, to restore my vision, no one was there. Slightly disappointed I turned off the shower and stepped out wrapped in the softest towel I had ever touched.

  I dried my hair, toes and all the parts between, and wandered naked towards the vanity unit, not wishing to spoil the robe. In spite of the fact that my skin tone was very different from Robin's, the make-up was my perfect shade and I applied it carefully, enjoying my transformation from half-drowned rat to goddess. When I was ready, I blew my reflection a cheeky kiss and slid the robe over my arms, tying it loosely at the waist. It felt as though I was playing a game and I had to figure out the rules before I could move on to the next level. I hoped Robin was waiting for me there, thighs and lips parted, dark eyes hooded by thick lashes. I could almost hear her s
oft purr in my ears. The thought made me grin.

  I closed the dressing room door behind me and stepped barefoot onto the deep pile of the office carpet. I realised for the first time how sensual this place was with its warm yet subdued lighting, its soft ochre walls and a shag-pile carpet that always managed to stay pristine. Robin wasn't waiting for me in the foyer; she wasn't draped across my desk as I'd hoped. I started towards the executive suite when I heard a ting followed by footsteps that hurried out of the elevator towards me.

  When I turned around, I realised it was them, the couple from the restaurant. The man's bright eyes lingered on me more forcefully than before and the auburn-haired woman curved her crimson lips in a smile, exposing polished teeth.

  I recovered my voice and greeted the couple. “Robin is expecting you. Please, follow me.”

  I felt the man's eyes on my ass as I wiggled barefooted towards the formidable door. Neither the man nor the woman replied, but I heard them behind me in spite of the muffling effects of the carpet. The air was so silent you could have heard a pin drop, let alone expensive shoe leather.

  'My heart was in my mouth' is such a clichéd phrase, but I did feel something bulging in my throat, a lump that pulsed with each heartbeat as I knocked on the door. Then I was standing face to face with Robin. She was naked and my god she was beautiful. Her body eclipsed my vision and it seemed like hours before I could focus on the room beyond. When I did that silent terror returned and I wondered what was in store for the handsome couple about to enter.

  Against the wall, two wheels were attached with shackles at four points on each. Before them and across the floor strange markings seemed to merge towards a central point in which a circle was drawn, not just any old circle but something intricate and ancient-looking with images of stylised penises and vulvae. The only light was candlelight, but there were so many that the room glowed, especially the circle. I felt its power and I hardly needed Robin's dark look to tell me to move aside and let the couple pass, but she flashed me such a look anyway and I shrank back with a nervous smile and a half-hearted hand gesture that was meant to say 'this way please'.

  As the door closed behind them, I sank to the floor. So Robin hadn't asked me to stay behind in order to seduce me, that much was clear. I knew she wanted me to wait and I considered getting up from the floor, making myself a coffee and flicking through a few of the glossy magazines she kept in reception. Beyond the door I could already hear soft moans of pleasure. What was she doing to them and why wasn't she doing it to me? I shuddered at the thought. No, BDSM wasn't my scene however attractive the dominatrix. She wouldn't get me strapped onto one of those wheels, not even with the promise of... I sighed. What would she promise me and why was I afraid of experiencing it? Being in the closet could be lonely. Perhaps I should broaden my horizons a little, but I doubted I could afford her fee. I touched a wooden panel. I could answer at least one question this evening. If I knelt at the door the keyhole would be the perfect height. The wheels would be in my direct line of vision and I'd be able to see everything. I'd be able to see Robin, naked and lithe, almost within touching distance, but untouchable. My boss... I knew my place, but if I could watch her in secret... that couldn't hurt.

  Silently, I rotated the brass keyhole cover and pressed my face against the door. The man and woman were already chained to the wall, stripped bare. I wondered whether they had removed their own clothes or whether she had unzipped and unbuttoned them and watched as the garments slid from their skin to the floor. I wondered whether she enjoyed it then I wondered where she was. I couldn't see her and for a terrifying moment I imagined her standing on the other side of the door, turning the handle, ready to reveal my voyeurism to the room. My cheeks burned and I felt my skin tingle as millions of goosebumps rose to the surface then I saw her tapered leg and bare foot as she stepped into the circle and knelt before the captives. Was she praying? The man and woman looked at each other. Their fingers stretched but they weren't close enough to join hands. Each would experience what was to come alone. I expected... what... a whip, nipple clamps... some sort of performance of torture, but the only torture seemed to be anticipation and that, in itself, was torturous.

  Robin's back arched and I heard a muffled cry. She whipped her head and hair back so quickly that it scratched her skin as though she was the one being flogged and the couple were merely her captive audience. Her neck strained and I could see eyelashes and the tip of her nose rise above her hairline. Her nostrils flared and her breaths were ragged. The noise sliced through the room as her head tipped further back and I was worried she might glimpse my eye beyond the keyhole, but she looked unfocused, vacant almost, drugged perhaps and I doubt she saw anything at all.

  Something resembling a thick silver mist swirled upwards from her open mouth. Like smoke from a chimney, when there was no wind to disturb its journey, it climbed; like a magic beanstalk fertilised in her belly it grew upwards. Two shapes formed within the mist. At first they looked like broad beans then they seemed to unfold until their huge heads and tiny bodies resembled foetuses. The change became so fast that I could not discern the stages of their development and suddenly they stood on either side of her, these silver beings, one male and one female. Between them Robin's body folded in on itself until she looked like an inert mound of flesh. I wondered whether she was dead, but was too afraid to open the door and check. I wanted to gather my clothes and run from the building with my life, but I couldn't move. My eye and my vision were fixed. I was going nowhere and all I could do was watch.

  The male and the female stretched their fingers towards each other in an almost exact reflection of the captive couple's earlier move, but this time fingers found each other and the creatures held hands in an arc over Robin's ruined body.

  “Welcome.” The word felt so out of place that I couldn't believe I was hearing it. The blue-eyed man was speaking and he seemed to be addressing the newcomers. “Thank you for accepting our invitation.”

  The faces of the silver beings turned towards each other. I stifled a gasp as I glimpsed their profiles. Their jaws were distended to house razor-sharp teeth that protruded from their mouths. Their eyes burned like the flames of hell and if I knew any prayers I would have recited them then because these were demons. They couldn't be anything else.

  I forced my eyes to close and shuffled back from the door. My heart beat painfully against my ribs as I struggled to breathe. I couldn't think. I had no idea what I could or should do. I wasn't a fan of horror films or books, my parents were atheists and I had accepted the rational and dismissed the supernatural all my life. I had no script for this. No understanding of what any of this meant. I knew I should run. Go back to the restaurant and call for help from there, but my legs felt weak and my eye itched to see more. My brain yearned to admit these horrors and try to understand them. In the end I did the only thing I could do. I returned my eye to the keyhole and watched.

  The demons stood in front the couple now. The female was stroking the man's face and he seemed to be swooning, hanging to the wall like a broken puppet as if his muscles had turned to gelatin with the demon's touch. The female's breasts rubbed against his arm. Her nipples, unnaturally pointed, looked as though they could be used as weapons to penetrate his flesh, but he was too busy enjoying himself to show any fear. The genitals between her sinewy thighs fluttered like moth wings. Dark and fleshy against the pale silver of the rest of her skin. They seemed to have a life of their own and their perpetual movement betrayed a sly intelligence ready to consume everything offered as a welcome sacrifice.

  The male demon's genitals looked impossibly large and my mind could not compute how he could successfully mate with the woman. Even so, the eyes of the red-head seemed to hunger for his length and girth; her smile was inviting as if she trusted her body's ability to expand and accommodate him completely. The woman seemed to have retained her strength and she stood on tiptoe trying to force her thighs as wide apart as her bondage would allow. Her genita
ls looked so neat and tiny they seemed prudish in comparison to the female demon, but beads of cum glistened against her rose coloured flesh and dripped steadily into an ever expanding puddle beneath her. The male knelt down to drink from her. His forked tongue flicked from one hole to another as his jagged mouth sucked in both quivering labial lips at once.

  The woman's face looked completely serene as her body writhed against the wheel behind her, her hips moving in time with his exploration. Her mouth opened and a soft moan escaped her lips. “Yes!”

  I realised my mouth was open and a bead of drool had gathered at the corner. I licked it away, moistening my lips at the same time. Of course, the sensuous shower, the unnaturally blue eyes of the man, the demonic lovers... it was all a dream, and I was allowed to enjoy the show. The only thing that still troubled me was the lifeless form at the centre of that strange circle. Robin... my Robin, what had they done to her?

  The female demon leapt onto the man. Her thighs enveloped him and his cock slid effortlessly inside her exaggerated genitals. She thrust her body back and forth as the man groaned in spite of his unconsciousness. His shudder looked almost theatrical as he came inside the demon. She released his body and landed on all fours like a cat then joined her male partner to lap at the milky jus from the woman's body.

  My hand moved between my own thighs and I felt the dampness there. I imagined her tongue probing inside me and shuddered both from lust and fear. I had never experienced a dream like this before and I wasn't sure I wanted to repeat it, but while I was forced to watch I may as well accept the erotic feelings that radiated from my pelvis.

  The woman moaned loader as she approached her climax, mine was far away and I didn't feel relaxed enough to push on towards it. As her body shuddered and her pelvis jolted she screamed out in pleasure. Between the ecstatic couple and the crumpled body of Robin, the demons lifted their arms towards the ceiling and became incorporeal once more.