Date: Sat, 18 Jan 2003 19:54:54 -0800
From: Black Heart <blackheart@shadowgod.net>
Subject: Gator Bayou Prologue
Hello All! this is my first post here and I hope you all enjoy. and
now onto the fabulous legal mumbo-jumbo. The following story contains erotic
material intended for the enjoyment of adult audiances.It will contain
Straight Bi and gay content. If this is not to your tastes dont read it. If
you are too young or it is illeagal in your area dont read it, Im not
twisting you arm.
I would send a special thanks out to my great friend and confidant
Watch, Girl your the best! And also to all the people over at the Nifty
Writers chatroom. Thanx Jesse for being patient with me.
I would love to hear what you guys think, and If I should continue.
E-mail me any comments criticisims blackheart@shadowgod.net
All work is copyright 2003 Black Heart.
And now on with the show!
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Gator Bayou Prologue
Caine slid his hands along the silky smooth purple and gray paint of
the 1940 Ford as he walked along to the driver door. The late afternoon sun
shone brightly as it was sinking low into the late fall horizon.
"Hey, baby" he cooed in his mind a subtle smile on his lips as he hit
the button on the remote that popped the doors open. He slid into the
drivers seat and smoothly slid the key into the ignition. Turning it, fully
expecting the usual growl start. But instead of the throb of a well-tuned
engine he heard a gasp, a few whines an, in the end, a wheezing groan. He
tried again eliciting the same response.
"Not today baby." he said in a slightly worried tone. He squinted in
the late afternoon sun as he pulled the American spirit cigarette from his
lips. "Come on start today and I'll give you an oil change tomorrow." He
spoke gently as flicked the cigarette. Again he tried to turn the small
block V-8 over. This time as he twisted the key he was rewarded with the low
growl of the power plant roaring to life. Sending a rumble up his spine as
he closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation, he knew he always would it was
his favorite feeling in the world.
He pulled his other leg in a shut the door with a thud as he slipped on
his Dragon sunglasses and pulled out of the driveway. The pressed dark
maroon shirt lay neatly on the back seat. For now in the heat of early
autumn he sat up front in only the ribbed wife beater T-shirt. He casually
rested his arm on the door and cruised away. He would occasionally run
across a little foreign supped up coupe at stoplights to which he couldn't
help but rev the engine menacingly. He couldn't understand why people would
soup up those cars, they were little more then motorized pop cans. They
would in turn rev their engines; lacking the deep roar they had more of a
high-pitched groaning squeal. He wasn't even intimidated, he knew he could
just plow through the little rice rocket and only need a paint job touch up.
He cruised down to the Quarter and drove around a bit. He had nowhere
to be just then so he figured the sights would make a nice alternative to
the dead programming on T.V. As he drove around the old streets he received
the occasional wave from mounted police officers. Being somewhat of a local
figure, but he knew it was more the car than him.
As he made a left on to Bourbon Street he happened up a tall thin
figure in shiny black vinyl and a yellow corset. Shadow stood out in any
crowd in his own stylings.close by was the more stunning of the two. He
wasn't as loudly dressed prefering plain darkly colored cloathing over the
flashy fetish wear that Shadow usualy wore. He slowed down as he drove up on
them and tapped the horn.
"Minuo, Shadow Sup?" He said as he hung his head partially out the
window his chin coming to rest on the flame tattoo's that writhed their way
up his wrists.
Shadow tensed when he heard his name called, then realized and nodded
toward the sleek old car. Minuo, distracted by the small group of beautiful
heavily pierced and tattooed black clad bodies walking by didn't see Caine
at first till Shadow tapped him on his shoulder. Caine laughed slightly at
Minuos' inattention. His eye slowly traveled over to the group of cavorting
Goths. A little to edgy for his taste but beautiful nonetheless. Minuos'
voice however brought him back.
"Hey Caine," he said, "lookin' for something to get into?" a huge grin
spread across his face. "Or rather...someone?" Minuo said as he slouched
down beside the restored hot rod.
"I'm always looking for something or someone to get into, any Ideas?"
Caine said grinning, watching as the still standing and perpetually distant
Shadow shrugged eloquently, and looked soulfully at his friend Minuo.
"We're heading for The Armory, if you're interested," Minuo said still
grinning like the Cheshire cat. Caine took a moment and pushed the
sunglasses up so they rested on his forehead.
"The Armory huh," He paused as a serious look went across his face.
"Any shit goin' down there tonight?" Caine glanced from Minuo to Shadow just
as Shadow began to scratch his chin.
"Shit starts when we get there," Minuo laughed easily.
Caine smiled "Yeah it's always the quiet ones that start some shit," He
said laughing. "I thought they closed it after that big bust last month."
"We reopened it," Shadow broke in with his deep voice. Minuo laughed at
the shocked look on Cain's face.
"You can't keep the night people out if they want to play," Minuo said
as he smiled and licked his sharpened canines.
"I guess I can hang for a few hours." Caine said peering up at Shadow.
His face still had a look of shock, he had know these Minuo, and Shadow for
the past four years and it was the first time he had heard Shadows voice.
"I'd park then," Minuo said, lighting up a joint and inhaling the sweet
smoke. Shadow sighed, there was nothing better than a joint at dusk.
"Enough party favors or should I get some more?" Caine asked as he
slipped the ford into gear. Reaching into one of his pockets Shadow pulled
out a leather pack and unzipped it offering an assortment of drugs from x to
coke to Caine.
"Nope, I'd say we're covered thanks," Minuo said. Dragging out the w in
we're.
"Minuo you Goth boy scout you, always prepared for anything" Caine
shouted as he reached up and snatched a small yellowish orange pill and
popped it in his mouth, smiling as he did. "Lem'me find a safe place for my
babe." Caine said rubbing the door of his car. He pulled him self back
behind the wheel again noticing the group of dark clad ass's winding they're
way up the street as he did. He slowly shook his head smirking to himself.
"Either of you boys need a ride? He smiled as he revved the heart of the
beast and roared away.
They watched as the taillights of the 1940's ford sped off into the
distance Lighting yet another joint and dragging deeply the pair waited
patiently for Caine. As he searched for a spot, The small group of vamps
Minuo had been watching earlier edged up, drawn by the rich smell of green.
A tall Goth with huge soulful eyes dragged a finger down the lacing in the
back of Shadows shirt.
"Nuff to share there mate?" he asked, in a thick British accent that
made Shadow shiver. A short blond girl wearing blood red lipstick and a
transparent black mini dress dragged her fingernails down the side of
Shadows face while her friend wrapped her fingers around Minuo's thigh. The
redheads silver lips brushed Minuo's ear..."honey, you gonna share?" she
said with a deep southern accent. Her arms reached up and slithered around
the back of Shadows head dragging his face to hers, sucking the sweetly
potent smoke from deep in shadows lungs.
Caine pulled the roadster into a seemingly safe parking place and
leaned into the back to grab his shirt. As he did he rubbed his nipple on
the seat causing a jolt of excitement. "Damn Minuo, you got the good shit
tonight" He said to no one as he pulled the shirt over his head. He exited
the car and shut the door. He stopped momentarily to look in the side view
examining his appearance. He let out a low whistle as he lit a cigarette.
Before long he was again walking up to the backs of Shadow, Minuo and, The
group of Vamp's that he had seen walking. Caine let out a low whistle at the
erotic kiss in the middle of Bourbon Street.
"Where are you going tonight booys?" The Redhead said breaking the kiss
and reaching behind her grabbing Caines belt, pulling him tight against her,
and into the group. He unconsciously licked his lips and pressed his groin
into the redhead as she pulled him against her back. His eyes shot to Minuo
who was pressed against her front side. He however was still to busy
exploring the nape of her neck with his lips.
Minuo watched his friends get tense, although he had no problem
dragging Shadow into an anonymous orgy, he figured he better get them to the
club and into a room. His hand grazed against the front of Caines pants as
he slapped the redhead on the ass. He told the trio that they were headed to
the Armory and invited them along. Disengaging him self from the flirty
redhead, he started to walk deeper into the less touristy area of the
Quarter towards The Armory. Shadow shrugged his shoulders and departed from
the trio with a wistful sigh for what might've been.
Caine also dislodged himself from the sexy red head and began to walk
as well. "Yeah don't want a show for the Mounties" Caine commented nodding
his head to the two horses that bared officers. Shadow frowned then laughed
when Minuo's eyebrows rose.
Calla rolled over stretching beneath the covers. She rubbed her hand
through her hair and looked at the clock. Her stomach growled as she rose
and walked from her room to the bathroom, noticing that her brother, who
looked as though he hadn't gotten any sleep the night before, lay sprawled
across his bead fully clothed. As she turned on the shower and stepped into
the warm spray of water, she thought about the music she planned to play
tonight, There were a few up and coming indie bands that she wanted to
promote and of course her favorite music. Stepping out of the shower and
toweling herself dry Calla wrapped the towel around her body and headed into
the kitchen, popping some leftover casserole in the microwave and starting a
pot of water for tea.
A low groan came from the couch as Caine rearranged himself. Somehow
in the night he had shed all his clothes and lay there in nothing more than
a pair of boxers. Calla heard a groan coming from the living room, figuring
it was nothing more than the their usual resident houseguest Shadow rising
from the dead, she shrugged and padded back to her room to get dressed.
Caine Rubbed his head as he slowly sat up a grin on his lips as bits
of the night came back to him. He reached for the almost empty pack of
cigarettes. He pulled one out and headed out the door to the balcony as he
scratched himself. He lit the cigarette and stared out at the quarter. The
sun was already high in the sky. He made a mental note to check the time. He
had to be at work at twelve and he didn't want to be late. He got lost
momentarily staring at the rhythmic rise of the curling tendrils of smoke.
They reminded him of some exotic belly dancer performing at his command and
only for him. Before long her dance was done and she bowed out as he flicked
the butt down to the street below.
Calla buckled her studded belt over black pants and a black t-shirt and
walked back to the kitchen her mouth watering as she anticipated the first
few bites of chicken
Caine quietly moved off the veranda back into the apartment. He looked
at the clock on the wall it was just barely past One O'clock. "Fuck" he said
to himself as he snatched his pants from the heap they lay in at the foot of
the couch. "Minuo, He screamed as he hopped trying to pull on his pants.
"Minuo" He shouted again as he fell to the floor with a loud thud. Calla
jumped at the sound of someone screaming in her parlor. She watched with
some amusement as a young man rolled on the floor trying to put his pants
back on Caine scrambled to his feet and started to run down the hallway to
Minuo's room. He clutched the waist of his over sized pants as he ran. He
didn't have a clue as to where his belt had gone
"He won't wake up you know," she said trying not to laugh but Calla
couldn't help it, she began laughing as the man made his way down the hall,
struggling to keep his pants above his hips. Caine stopped dead in his
tracks and looked at Calla.
"Shit" he murmured, "I can't find my belt and I'm late for work."
Rising one brow she walked past him into Minuos' room. She opened the
closet in the surprisingly immaculate room and selected a belt from the
assortment of black leather belts hanging there and silently held it toward
the stranger.
"Thanks" he said as he reached for the black belt and began lacing it
through the loops "Will you tell Minuo thanks and Ill see him tonight at the
Lounge?"
She nodded, then, as Minuo began to moan and clutch the blankets as if
dreaming about the night before, rolled her eyes and walked aback into the
kitchen. Caine smiled nervously as he walked behind her if only to grab his
shirts and the rest of his stuff.
"Want breakfast?" she asked over her shoulder grabbing the young
strangers attention. Caine looked up as he was tying his laces.
"I'd like too, but I don't have time" He said quietly, sort of
embarrassed at the scene he had caused moments ago.
She shrugged, used to the strays her brother brought home. Most of the
time they welcomed a meal and a shower but it was ok with her if they didn't
want one. She wasn't the type to invade someone's privacy. Calla walked into
the kitchen to finish her breakfast. Caine thanked her for the offer as he
headed towards the door.
"Bye" he shouted as he headed out the door and rushed down the steps.
Soon Calla could hear the roar of his engine and the squeal of his tires as
he raced to work.
A pair of baggy indigo jeans stretched out from the front end of the 40
ford sedan. The measured sound of high heels could be heard clicking their
way across the hot pavement. A creamed coffee colored hand with long red
nails brushed across the smooth painted surface as Jacks office manager sunk
down resting her firm buttocks on her calves. A matching hand reached out
and tucked at the loose fabric of the indigo jeans.
"Time to hit the road darlin'" She cooed in a sultry southern accent.
The body slowly slid from under the vehicle. The oil-smeared face of Caine
peered up at the shadow of a recognizable figure. As his blood shot eyes
accustomed to the light he was met with the flirtatious grin of his boss
Isabelle.
Her hand traced its way up to the soiled white tank top. "Aint this how
it always happens," She smiled "I've been waiting to get you prone and
covered in oil and its quitn' time." She smiled deviously into Justin's
eyes. All he could do to combat her was to urge her on by blushing brightly.
She only continued her assault. "Even all sweaty and dirt your still one hot
white boy she said as she slid a folded envelope into his pocket.
"Jack wanted to make sure you had a good time tonight so he advanced
you some money." Justin started to protest and pull the envelop from his
pocket. Her hand quickly applied pressure to his searching arm, her fingers
lightly stroking his exposed skin.
"Hush up about that, I assured Jack Id sweat the money outta ya,"
Again she grinned deviously as her hand slid up to the flesh of his exposed
belly. Just as Caines' loins were responding to her therapeutic touch she
rose abruptly and walked away. With her back turned to him she looked over
her shoulder. "Have a good time tonight Shug!"
Caine Slowly pushed himself up off the pavement. As he brushed
himself off he couldn't help but admire her sumptuous rear as it swished
away. Frustrated and grinning happily over he looked down at his crotch
shaking his head.