“Um, thanks.” Steve said. He slid onto the leather. The car was brand new. “New car smell.” he said to Morgan. They were both vaguely tense.
Morgan said, “Dude, my life has been so crazy, lately.”
Steve nodded, “No doubt. I guess this is my walk onto the wild side.”
They drove to Demetria’s palace. The motorcycle was parked in the driveway. The driver stopped in front of the walkway. Morgan started to open the door. Steve grabbed his arm, “Dude, wait for him.”
The driver walked around to their side and opened the door and stood rigidly at attention. Morgan stepped out and Steve followed him. They nodded thanks at the driver, but he was like a palace guard and stood impassively until they were at the front door, then he drove away.
A thirtyish year old woman opened the door. She wore a gray top and a gray pleated skirt and black shoes. She looked Latin and had jet black hair that was pulled back in the clean arc of a pony tail that was held in a silver clasp.
She announced, “Meester Steven and Friend.”
Demetria padded down a flight of marble stairs. She was only wearing a short floral print silk kimono that was open in the front.
Steven waved to her. She smiled coyly. The boys were both completely off balance, but did a noble job keeping some sense of composure.
“Oooh, a friend! Nice.” Demetria said. She put her hand on the maid’s arm. “Turn around.” she said firmly. The woman turned around and faced away from the boys. “I’m going to show you something.” she said to Steve and Morgan.
Steve nodded and Morgan shrugged slightly. Demetria lifted the maid’s skirt and revealed her naked butt. It was heart shaped, firm and jiggly. Demetria patted it and giggled.
“That is a nice one.” Morgan said.
“I know!” Demetria said. “It’s really why I hired her, plus she’s really good at her job.” she patted the maid’s bare ass again. “She dresses me and undresses me and washes me.” Demetria said.
“And I run the household.” the maid offered over her shoulder.
“That too. Thanks Marta, you can go now.” Demetria said.
Demetria looked them over. “I am very pleased.” she announced. “You are both actual men.” she concluded. She put her hand on Morgan’s shoulder and looked at his face. “This one is very interesting. He knows things.” She put her arm around Steve and pushed her naked body against him. “You’re very innocent, at least for now.”
Morgan asked, “Pardon me, Demetria, but who are you?”
“This is really intriguing.” Demetria said to Morgan. “Look at him,” she pointed at Steve. “He is having such a hard time concentrating, but you are all present.”
Steve said, “Maybe stand next to him. I think it’s your smell.”
She laughed. “You like it, don’t you. She shoved her hairy armpit in his nose.”
Steve breathed her smell in. “Yes, I do.”
“Somehow the body changes. Some people just turn to jelly, but you are OK, Steve. You are enjoying it like a greedy little boy enjoys cookies.” she pinched his cheek. She walked over to Morgan and put both arms around his neck and gazed into his eyes. She was slightly shorter than him.
Morgan looked at her face. She was extremely beautiful. “You do smell nice.” he finally said.
She took both their hands, “Let’s go have a steam.” she led them back through the house to a workout room with a herringbone zig-zagged hardwood floor and several machines and free weights. The room had a wall of windows that looked out on a meadow. She dropped her robe, “This steam room has a window that doesn’t fog.” she marvelled. “You people. Always making things interesting.” She went into the steam room. “The view is nice, come on.”
Morgan and Steve looked at eachother. Steve said, “I don’t know where this day is going, but I decided to just go with it wherever, so…” He dropped his shirt on the floor and stepped out of his pants into his boxers. “Here goes.” he announced. He dropped his boxers.
Morgan nodded, and said, “OK.” He stripped too and the boys joined Demetria in the sauna. The heat hit them.
“Oooh the sweat! I just love it.” she ran her hand over their chests. “Ohhh hello.” she laughed as the boys both became aroused. “So young! I should have saved myself for you two…” she shrugged. “Ah well.”
“Is this place all yours?” Morgan asked, “I mean you’re our age, right?”
Demetria laughed and stood up and hopped. Her body barely jiggled. “Isn’t this body wonderful? I think she was 17.” She asked, “What year is it?”
“2014.” Steve offered.
“So that makes me,” she pointed at her chest, “Ohhh, something like 4000 years old. I don’t like using the brain on math. I have people for that.” she said mock sternly.
Morgan looked at Steve. “Are you one of them. An egregore?”
“See!” she looked at Steve pointed at Morgan, “I knew it. You know some things, but not all things.” She knelt in front of Steve and scooted him over toward Morgan. They bumped sweaty arms.
“Wouldn’t it be so good to have a really nice carpet in here that wouldn’t get moldy? The glass doesn’t fog, why can’t a carpet be in here.” She picked up an evergreen bough and dipped it in cold water. She whipped the boys across the chest.
“Owww. Watch it.” Morgan covered his erection.
“Doesn’t it actually feel good.” She said.
Steve nodded and she whipped him again. Then she gave the bough to Steve. “Do me!” she laid down on the opposite bench. He whipped her back and ass. “Harder!” she said. “You too!” she pointed at Morgan. They both flailed away at her until she was completely red and her skin was a little irritated.
She went limp. “Mmmmm. I like that scent.”
The boys sat down again. She pressed a buzzer. Marta brought them cold water and some champagne and strawberries. “Can you clean this one up.” she stroked Morgan’s pubic hair. “Maybe let him calm down a little bit. I want that seed myself. Don’t you give it to her,” she said to him and shooed him away.
Demetria drank some ice water. She poured the rest of the glass on Steve’s crotch. “I like yours.” she smiled at him and gave him a deep kiss. He responded and pulled her close. Her breasts were sweaty and slippery on his chest. “Ah. Ah. Ah.” she put a hand on his shoulder and backed him away. “Take your time. You are a virgin, right?”
He nodded, “Yes.”
She laughed. “Oh, you won’t leave here a virgin!”
He grinned. “I was hoping that would be the case.”
“Did you know I was a princess, well am one?” she said.
“You seem like that.” Steve said.
She eyed him, “And how would you know?” she touched his nose. “Boop.”
“You have no boundaries at all. You showed us the maid’s ass when we just walked in! So does she just walk around here all day with no panties?”
She smiled slyly. “You like her too, right?” Steve nodded. She laughed, “When I hired her, I pretended it was a normal job, well as much as I could. Then the first day she was here, the first thing I had her do was shave my pussy.”
Demetria touched herself. “She did a really good job.” She stuck her finger in Steve’s mouth. “After that, it was anything goes.” she laughed. “Sometimes I send her out to the sign for packages naked. She loves it, too. I love her!” She sighed.
Steve grinned, “My father gave me a talk about women ‘like you’.”
She laughed, “Oh, did he? I wonder if it actually might apply. What did he say?”
“I need to be aware of what my boundaries are and not let you violate them.”
“Aha! Well, that is good advice. But…” she smiled and let the sentence trail off.
“But what?”
“You have no idea what your boundaries are. Let me give you some counter advice.”
“OK.”
“All his boundaries are completely fake.” she took his cock into her mo
uth and swirled her tongue around. Then she sat up. “Calm down! I want this first one to last. It’s always the best,” she slapped him hard across the mouth.
“Ouch.” Steve said. He wiped his mouth. There was blood on his fingers. She took the wounded corner of his lip into her mouth and tasted his blood.
“Steve, I was a princess with slaves tending to me night and day, then I was literally blown into the underworld by a volcano, and I’ve gone back and forth dozens of times. I have a cult that’s been around for thousands of years. Tell that to your father.”
“Is this real, or a dream?” he held his hand up.
“Oh it is very real.” she smacked him with a pine bough.
“Oww…” he nodded. “OK!”
Morgan returned with Marta. She said, “Is good, Mizz Demetria?”
“Oh much better! On second thought, do this one too?” She poured a pitcher of ice water on Steven’s lap. “Can you bring a towel in here? Get naked, lady.”
Marta smiled devilishly and stepped out of her skirt and joined them. “Sit.” she said to Steve.
“You see how she left those heels on?” Demetria said. “She knows what I like. I bet you like it too.” she shook Morgan’s chin in a yes motion. “You’re a virgin, too?” she asked Morgan.
“Well, yeah.” he said. He sipped a glass of chilled champagne. She took it and took a sip then kissed it into his mouth.
The clippers buzzed. Marta worked on Steven like she was trimming hedges. She was business like but careful. Demetria said, “You’re giving us a good show Marta, but bend over more, I don’t think Morgan can see your glorious asshole.”
When Marta was done, she rinsed Steve off with more ice water and wiped him down with a towel.
“Alright, you two sit there, she pointed at Steve and Morgan. They moved onto one bench. We’ll give you a lesson.”
She spread her legs apart and gestured for Marta to come to her. “She’s really very good at this. You can learn from her.”
Morgan looked at Steve, “they say you’ll always remember your first time.”
Chapter Three
Four Years Ago
Matt’s phone rang. The caller ID was blocked so he ignored it. A few seconds later he got an email.
Hey, pik up.
-Seth Kaswhetski
The phone rang again and he answered. A man with a slight brooklyn accent said, “Hey, we need to talk.”
Matt asked, “Who is this?”
“Look, we have a friend in common, she calls herself Samantha these days. A helicopter will be there in maybe an hour. It’ll bring you and your wife here.”
“No.”
He heard a heavy sigh. “I don’t know why you’d refuse a meeting. It’s extremely important. Look, if you don’t come now, I hate to do it, but we’ll just kidnap you.”
The tone in Seth’s voice left no doubt that he was serious. “Well, OK.” Matt agreed. Seth hung up immediately.
He found Telia in the kitchen. “Hey Tee, we have a meeting with a guy Seth Kaswhetski. He’s actually the CEO of Black Cube Financial. I just Googled him.”
She furrowed her brow, “That’s odd.”
“He knows Samantha.”
She said, “I’ll go change. What should I wear?”
Matt shrugged. “I’m wearing something I could run away in.”
She frowned. “Run away? Well, that’s probably not a bad idea.” She returned dressed casually in jeans and a black commando sweater with some walking shoes.
They heard the rotors thumping and the chopper landed in their front yard. Matt and Telia went outside. Robbie, Amy, Johnny and Dana were all gathered on the driveway.
Matt said, “It’s for us… We’ll be back. I think.” They walked out to the aircraft. A man helped them aboard. The door closed and it took off and went east.
“What the fuck was that?” Robbie said.
Chapter Four
The interior of the chopper was simple and elegant. A persian rug was on a wood floor. The seats were soft leather.
A tidy, almost boyish man sat opposite them, “Hello Matthew and Telia, such a lovely name, I’m Francis. Can I offer you a drink? We have a fully stocked bar.”
“Sure, I’ll take a Manhattan.” Matt said.
“Gin and tonic.” Telia ordered.
“Lime?” Francis asked her. She nodded.
The man exuded pleasant manners. He had short brown wavy hair and a squarish slightly pudgy face.
He handed them the crystal glasses. “I have to apologize in advance. We don’t have any food today. We left in haste.” he shrugged.
Matt said, “this helicopter looks like the President’s.’”
The man beamed, “It’s part of the same production run as Marine One. Oh, and I am supposed to put you at ease, feel free to ask me anything. I can answer without reservation.”
“Where are we going?” Telia asked.
“Black Cube’s corporate headquarters, to Seth’s suites. It should take about an hour.” He looked at his watch.
“What’s the topic of the meeting?” Matt asked.
“I would answer that if I knew. All that I do know is it is very important. He cancelled every meeting today to prepare. He never does that.”
“Who is Seth, really?” Matt asked.
The man clasped his hands together. “He’s our King, for lack of a better word.”
“Our?”
“We have lots of different names, but I always think of it as the Brotherhood of Saturn.”
Matt nodded, “You mean the drug running, child prostituting, murdering Brotherhood?”
The man frowned, “I have to apologize about all that. Really, I am guessing, those things are the main topic of the meeting. That is, how to end them.”
Matt raised his eyebrow. “End them.”
“Yes. End them. They’re a severe problem. Unfortunately, as bad as all that is, there are more dangerous things to worry about.”
Telia was shocked, “Worse than child prostitution?”
“Yes, unfortunately. Seth thinks we can end it with your help.”
Matt leaned back with the realization, “Ah. Samantha and he somehow talked?”
“Yes!” he smiled. “Seth and Samantha have been talking again, actually for decades, then you two came along and click.” He shook his two hands together.
Chapter Five
The helicopter landed on the roof of a black glass building on Wall Street. The man led them to a stairwell and buzzed himself in with a keycard. He handed cards to Matt and Telia and then led them down a hallway with thick red carpet. Gory mythical paintings hung from the walls, Cronus eating his children. A gory Spanish painting of the entire Saturn cycle. A photo of the Cassini spacecraft with Seth signing the side of the probe.
He tapped on two black handless double doors. “Sir, they’re here.”
The doors slid open. The man gestured them inside. “A pleasure to meet you. I’ll be waiting out here. If you need or even want anything just let me know.”
“Thank you, Francis” Matt said and shook his hand. The man nearly teared up.
Telia and Matt went into the room and the doors closed. The office was impossibly large and had panoramic views of Manhattan and the Hudson. Every square inch of the room was covered with sumptuous, expensive materials. The walls were dark carved mohagony rails and stiles with tooled leather panels.
The inner sanctum of the office was a plush carpet with a short table at one end and several pillows that served as chair backs. Seth was sitting at the small table drinking tea. Owen was with him. He recognized them, “Aha! There they are now. Come join us.”
They kicked their shoes and socks off and walked on the carpet. Seth said, “This was Genghis Khan’s! He sat right here. This table is a repro, though. Watcha gonna do? Can’t find the original.”
Seth was wearing a pair of gray gabardine trousers and a white dress shirt. It was as casual as he got. Owen’s tweed jacket was hanging on the back o
f a chair. His shirt had a hole in the elbow.
Matt sat down and Telia sat next to him.
“She speaks highly of you two.” Seth said.
“Samantha?” Telia asked.
“Of course. Anyway, let me cut right to it, I fucked up. I need your help, and I’ll help you.” He gestured to the whole group.
“What do you mean? How did you fuck up?” Telia asked.
“Long story short, version: back in the day, I started building this. Excuse me, ‘we’ started building this,” he gestured around the room at the opulence, “truth be told, per usual, the others did all the work, and I was the last one they pulled in just to organize it. But I got greedy. I discovered how to cross over and I cut Sam off.” he made a chopping motion. “I figured out how to tap into it. It will remain nameless, by the way. Let’s just call it Nihilism for lack of a better word. I thought it was dumb, just a force that could be used, but I was totally wrong.” He shrugged matter of factly.
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