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Scarlett: Part VI

She wandered around Jackson Square for about an hour before she decided she was hungry enough to eat. She never really ate much so she decided on the al a carte evening menu from the Court of Two Sisters. It was an unseasonably warm February evening and they had the patio open so Scarlett took her normal table by the fountain. She ordered a catfish poyboy and a glass of Merlot. While she was waiting for her food, Flow showed up. She took a seat startling Scarlett. For being such a huge woman, Flow was stealthy. She put down her book and smiled. This was a pleasant surprise.
“I’ve already spoken to Audrianna” Scarlett wanted Flow to know right away to eliminate and need to try and tell her again. Public conversations were easily overheard, even if their code was flawless, it was still dangerous. Flow smiled and nodded. She ordered herself a glass of absinthe for the both of them. Scarlett tried to decline but Flow insisted and you didn’t reject Flow more than once. The drinks came and then Flow looked suddenly very serious. Read the rest of this entry »

Viktor: Part VI

Even though it was the second time he had seen her, he had still never seen anything like her. She looked like an angel even the dark. Viktor had seen no one he found worth noticing but was stunned to see his red headed goddess across the street when he left the Dungeon. He could tell she was drunk from the way she swayed down the street and was compelled to follow her again. He was delighted to see that she turned around and saw him staring, but he moved into a shadow hoping she didn’t really get a good look; she must not be as drunk as she seemed. Something inside Viktor told him it was intentional, but he couldn’t figure out why so he dismissed it.
“At least she somewhat noticed me.” He thought as he quietly continued to follow her. He slipped on to Bourbon Street and followed her from the shadows. Apparently he wasn’t that worth noticing for she didn’t look at him again as him as he followed. He followed her until she got to St. Phillips and turned the corner. He knew it would be foolish to follow her all the way home again. He needed to find her again and begin his long practiced art of remaining unnoticed while he learned all he could about his red haired temptress. He contemplated whether or not she would be able to recognize him again but he decided that it would be unlikely, so he forgot the notion quickly. He wandered back to St. Louis Cemetery which was now his home and fell asleep as the sun rose dreaming of his new love and hoped that she would not end up like the rest. Read the rest of this entry »

Viktor: Part IV

Faster than he would have anticipated, Viktor was in New Orleans. He had hitched a ride with a rather beautiful woman trucker in El Paso. He still couldn’t figure out what she was doing driving a truck and every time he tried to bring it up she would get silent. She took him all the way to the French Quarter in New Orleans where she was dropping off her cargo for a ferry to carry across the Mississippi where another trucker from her company would pick it up and transport it the rest of the way to its destination in Boston. Viktor hadn’t cared to know any of this information but after she powdered her nose a few times, she would babble on and on until Viktor had to pretend to fall asleep to get her to stop talking, and even then she would sing loudly with the radio. After she finished checking in she requested that they go out to dinner, even though they had dined together many nights before. They had a “magical” night; they ate at the house of blues and then wandered up and down the French Quarter having a beer here and a shot there. Even though she was beginning to get on his nerves, Viktor was a gentleman and decided on waiting until after he had walked her back to her truck before he ventured on. It was when he walked her back to her rig that she began to try his patience. She was practically begging him to take her. She was holding her body up against his and rubbing his inner thigh and lower back, biting his shoulders and gently pulling his hair, and after many answers of “no”, he finally gave in.

“Poor thing,” He thought shrugging as they crawled into the cab and back into the bed. She had no idea that she just seduced death.

After a night of ravenous passion, Viktor claimed his first victim since Albuquerque. While she climaxed he softly inserted Read the rest of this entry »