The Platinum Chef: A Tale Of Delacroix, Part XXXIII free porn video

This is a FigCaption - special HTML5 tag for Image (like short description, you can remove it)
Chapter 95 Finals week: The culmination of the last eight months of study and boredom, dissections and derivations. For the seniors, it was the last week of an entire lifetime. Eveything they had ever known would be finished. Some would go to college, some would get a job, but all of them would live on. Bobbie sat in the first of her final exams. Questions about the two party system and the Constitution led to an essay question on the legality of campaign reform laws. She wanted to laugh out loud as she finished her eighth paragraph and handed in her test. The afternoon was long and glorious. The band practiced Soldier On while Heather loaded new samples into the keytar. "This is gonna be so sick." Kim twisted a tuning peg, bringing the bass to a pleasant hum. "I saw the song list," Bobbie said. "What are you going to do?" "We're gonna jam with a DJ. We know what songs he's going to use, and he has a list of our whole catalogue. It'll be fun, Army's last mission and all." "Oh. Hang on." Heather got up and ran to the wardrobe. When she returned, she had a hanger with... "What the?" Kim asked. "This is yours for the party," Heather said. A pink camoflauge pencil skirt hung low with a half sleeve jacket inspired by World War II uniforms in pink with white trim, and a small enlisted cap. "Grrl Army. Hold on, I'll get mine." Heather was gone again. "She is something else," Bobbie said. "She better find an apprentice soon." When she returned, she laid out the outfit on the folding table. She set the high black strappy boots on the ground, chrome buckles glistening in the light. Tall stockings with clips went under a short black skirt held up by a belt that resembled machine gun ammunition. A tight top with quarter sleeves, a sash, and a snug fitting painter's cap with short bill. "See? All tactical." "Nice, what about Amber and Bella?" "Still working on Bella's flight suit and Amber's sailor outfit, almost done though. Looks like this the last project I'll be doing for fun. Orders need to be filled, I guess." "Now, that I understand," Bobbie said, taking the last few moments of relaxation before diving into the controlled chaos of the bakery. *** Roxx rubbed at the watch that Nikolai made her wear. Looked like a normal stylish ladies' watch. Jewel encrusted with tiny emeralds at the ends of the face's hands This watch hid a panic button, a direct line to Nikolai's phone. There's an app for everything. Roxx's attacker may have gotten her wrath. But Nikolai was determined to not have a repeat of that incident. Insurance. He had said. The tablet had been dinging more often, and Roxx had figured out enough to keep herself comfortable. The club; it seemed, had become imbued with her essence. It was a part of her, she was a part of it. Robb would have said that she grokked the club. Just like Bobbie and that bakery. And the girls? They were just as much a part of her as the club was. She made it a point to rotate a few of them home, leaving the rest to the neverending party in the 'exclusive' VIP room. Their presence was what was interfering with Lust. Having leverage on an immortal being was a nice card to keep up a sleeve. Even in a sleeveless gown. "Colors look good, Mel," said Roxx. "Thanks, I wasn't too sure about the yellow, but it sets off the red and the green really nicely." Mel pulled at the tacky, sprayed hair. Looks like I have a nice little empire starting here. If this is supposed to be a consolation prize, winning may just have been too much. *** Bobbie's biology final consisted of what seemed like an endless onslaught of multiple choice answers. True or False? Charles Darwin invented Evolution? The day blurred by, even though school was still in session, the day was over by lunch. Bobbie and the gang made it a point to meet there before heading out for the afternoon. "Gonna miss this bench," Amber said. "It'll still be here," Beth said. "Yeah, but it won't be the same. Some other totally awesome freshmen are gonna sit there at some point." Kim dug into her purse and looked around. A small silver bar came out and. Flickflickflick... A blade appeared from nowhere and Kim was scrawling a line in the concrete. "KIM!" Beth cried. "Keep it down, will ya?" Kim hushed. It took longer than she wanted it to, but there was soon a guitar and a cupcake crudely drawn into the table. "I marked it." Kim looked at Bobbie. "Now it's mine." The laugh started and continued long after they walked away into the afternoon sun. *** "You have got to be kidding." Bobbie said, looking at the order sheet. "We have to stop taking orders. Start a waiting list or something, five thousand beavers jacked up on meth and coffee couldn't keep up with this. Standing orders, sell through. Holy shit." "Toldja, we're a hit." "Fruit pies?" Bobbie was on the fourth page of orders, "Looks like we're gonna have to put in a little overtime on this one..." "Yeah. Got some growers that want to sell them along with the fruit at some of those stands they have on the highway. From what I hear, there's no way they'll lose money on it." "Two hundred and fifty Baklava?" Bobbie checked the client's contact information. "Yeah," Tim continued. "You had some out at the Grand Opening? Well, the right people got 'em. Here's what's funny..." "Kratos Athenos?" Bobbie asked. "The Greek spot?" Tim nodded. "Just like Yaya." He shrugged. "You just make everything perfectly. Oh," Tim said, snapping his fingers. "Almost forgot. I was watching this thing the other day. Did you know that they sell frozen Key Lime Pie on a stick, dipped in chocolate? We are so doing that." Tim's glee in figuring out a new menu item showed a tiny spark of Timmi behind his eyes. "We call Steve, have him grab you two from school. We should be able to get the bulk of it finished. Thursday through Sunday we're closed." Bobbie looked around. "Next week we're going through all of this stuff and reorganizing everything. This is going to be more work than I've ever done." "You nervous?" "A little overwhelmed. We can only bake so many things at once." She took a deep breath. "I must not fear," she whispered. "It is the mindkiller." Tim smiled. "The little death that brings total obliteration." Bobbie continued. They walked towards each other, wanting to this span of time. The litany against fear taking on true meaning. For both of them. "I will face my fear." They touched. "I will permit it to pass over me and through me." They embraced. "And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing." They kissed "Only I will remain." Their eyes smiled into each other. Fzzt! *** He inhaled hard on the joint, coughing. The other guys were already laughing at the jokes in the issue of Playboy he had stolen. He drank that horrible tasting beer. It was just something to do, everything was so boring. How many times could you play with your little sister before tea parties sounded like a great Friday night? His dad up and decided to move to a small town to open a bakery. After a couple of years, it was almost ready to go. Then Tim Flaherty made a phone call. It was such a small and simple thing, sure the party was far too wild... But it was just a phone call. Just one fucking phone call... Then they were gone... Just gone. How could he go on with the knowledge of that one call? That one gorram phone call. Everything dropped away, no feeling... NO. Can't feel anymore... just can't. A little bit of the beer and weed worked... Want more... JUST DON'T WANNA FEEL! *** "Bobbie, you okay? You're.." Tim's words cut through everything. Bobbie almost broke his ribs. "I'm so sorry." "About what?" "Your dad." Sob. "Your sister." "Hey, it's over now." He smoothed her hair. "What brought that on?" She looked back and blinked the tears away. "I... I see you." All of the sadness of a year, squeezed to an infinitely tiny point. "Bobbie? Avatar, now? And not even in the Na'vi?" "No, I see you. Like inside... It's never done that before..." "What? I don't..." "I saw everything. You lived in Chicago?" "After all this time you finally ask?" *** English, the last final Bobbie would ever take. It was odd. The windows were open, birds chirping outside. The smells of Summer were already in the air. "Now, I know," Ms. Boucher began. "That some of you are going to use the movie version for this..." Bobbi felt the blush start to rise. "But, this is more about how well you write, anyway. I'll be reading all of these today, so if you want a good grade." "Stand out." She turned to the board and wrote. The last time I'll hear that. It was a strange thing, noticing how different the scritch of the chalk sounded from the squeaky glide of a dry erase board. Which character do you most identify with: Elinor, John, Mariane, or Edward? Why? Bobbie nearly laughed. There was a little bit of each of them in her. Reserved Elinor, Romantic Marianne, Dashing John... Secretive Edward. It started with a sentence, which grew to a paragraph. Before Bobbie knew it, she had an epic couple of pages. Pages that told the tale of secrets kept, and romance felt. The whole essay seemed to be how she identified with all of them in their own way. Her experiences during this last year in school showing her everything on a level she could have never have comprehended prior to this. Male and female... Advocate and Thrall... Justice and Lust... Melanie and Robb... Roxx and I... She had felt and given love, been both paragon and pariah. ...see what you're fighting against... Bobbie finished her paper and waited to hand it in. It was a short wait, The papers were placed on Ms. Boucher's desk as the students left the class for the last time. "Have a good Summer, and good luck out there." She smiled. Bobbie was in a daze as she walked to her locker. The old paint still standing out in its dull glory, disguising the neon within. Even the memories of the Spring Musical only made her thought of Tim putting his jacket around her. There were broken pencils and a couple of forgotten pens. Scraps of paper from notes and various places over the year. It looked so different now that the books had been emptied out, now there was only the hollow space. She shut the door with a satisfying click and put the lock in her purse. *** Bobbie noticed the flyer in the front of the window. Have you seen me? The picture under it was too familiar. Mary. "Tim? What's with the Missing flyer?" "This." Tim put the paper down on the counter. 4 FOUND DEAD IN DRUG HOUSE "I don't..." "Read." The article went on to explain how the bodies found were extremely dehydrated and in a state the coroner had jokingly referred to as mummification. The amount of high grade crystal meth found at the scene seemed to answer the question, but word would have to come back from the lab. "Weird shit? Drugs? Missing people? If that's not Roxx..." Tim watched as Bobbie's jaw clenched. "Look," Tim started. "I've been around the block a couple of times with this shit. I love you, and I'm in this with you for the long haul. But, I don't wanna look over my shoulder wondering what else she's gonna do. Timmi shouldn't have to happen to anyone. Anything we can do to help. Not sure you can do anything about her directly. But, I guess fighting to win isn't the idea here, is it?" Bobbie cocked her head. "Fight to tie. She'll have to screw up sometime, and when she does..." Bobbie quirked an eyebrow, exasperated. "How am I supposed to...?" "How are you not?" Tim looked at her evenly. "You weren't sure about anything, but you were always right. And now that school's over?" Bobbie looked back at the newspaper. "It would help if I knew exactly what she was up to." "I know," Tim said. "But she can't hide forever." *** Roxx was reading the same headline. It seemed to her that the experiment was a success, Mel was here. Shame about the others, though. I could have used them. Lust had allowed her to see behind the curtain just enough to figure some small things out, those small things led to bigger things. Now? Simply knowing how the power worked gave Roxx just the edge she needed to keep the club running and keeping her at the top of the food chain. There were a few more girls that she'd need, but that would be simple. Roxx was nothing if not very persuasive. Rumors of a party being held out at the graveyard had begun circulating. Parties meant 'party favors', and that meant Roxx had a presence at nearly every party in Delacroix. Definitely should check out the new talent. Roxx hadn't been to a party in a while. Maybe a break is just what the doctor ordered. ...or a working vacation. All the students would be there. Maybe the club could just be the beginning. All of Delacroix hooked on Roxx? Maybe...hmmm... Thoughts of carving out Delacroix as her own just seemed so perfect. It was a good day to be a bad girl. But then, wasn't everyday? *** "Cereal?" Kim asked. "No Eggs Florentine or overstuffed breakfast burritos?" Bobbie swirled her spoon in the air. "Not today. We've got a lot of stuff to get done tonight; all the orders have to go out. We're not open again after today until Saturday." "Are you excited?" Kim asked, pouring coffee into a mug proclaiming 'Where is my FUCKING coffee?' "Maybe. I just don't know?" "Oh, come on. Graduation?" Kim said, savoring that first sip. "You didn't do it last time, now you get to. You should be losing your fucking mind." "Already lost it once." Crunch. "Just glad I finally found it." Kim looked puzzled. "Do you really wanna forget Robb?" Bobbie sighed as she set down her spoon. "Yeah. What did he do? He made you cry, screwed mom up more... Justice did more for me than I think even she knows. Not forget I guess, but Bobbie's here now. I like it this way. What did I have before? Robberies with Mel? Overdose one day?" Bobbie shook her head as she lifted the bowl "It seems like it was kind of messed up. That whole life. Once I woke up as Bobbie, I felt different. After I let her talk me into making that damn video." "Yeah?" Kim leaned forward. "But if it wasn't for that , where would be? Where would have you gone if you didn't come here? Face it, you can try to forget..." "But you can't. So you fucked up, who is gonna notice. Or hell, even believe it?" "Obviously it's all still here." She pointed at her head. "But that's all?" "Ask me a movie question." Kim snapped her fingers. "How many stuntmen in Die Hard?" She didn't know, and couldn't verify it. "34," Bobbie said from the kitchen, refilling her mug. "He didn't graduate. I will." Bobbie stirred the half and half in. "What's not better about this? You guys all like Tim, Mom is cool with me. Gonna be weird sharing a room with you again. "That just sounds like some Adult Swim shit." "Morning." Sylvia ran her hand over a shoulder. "No breakfast today?" Kim raised the box and offered it to Sylvia. "No milk either, making do with coffee" Bobbie said. "Not like I'm doing a lot today. Just a lot of standing in line. It's going to be hectic, but today is the last day. "You gonna miss Delacroix?" Kim asked. "Who ever said I was leaving? You should see the order sheets. Jesus, there's so much coming out right now, we may need to hire a third person. It's getting a little nuts already." "I'm just glad that it's taking off. We're supposed to go van shopping this weekend. Now we wait for the day Cupcake Wars comes back. After school today I need to run back to the bakery, we need to get started. One of the restaurants wanted some Challah bread. Said we didn't have any today but we will in the morning. "Looks like I'm kind of set with the world as my oyster." Bobbie smiled confidently. "Ooh, mom... I was wondering if you still had those clippers..." "Nooo, Kim. I like your hair." Sylvia stopped blowing on the mug. "No, not for me. For Heather. She wants to do some kind of spiderweb thing of the side of her head." Kim set down her mug. "The Mad Men style is here for a while." Sylvia laughed. "So you haven't really told me..." "What?" Bobbie asked. "How was Prom?" *** "You'd think that there would be an easier way to do this. Can't there just be an app for that?" Bella and Heather walked off to the first table that had the History Department. "Miss Sharpe. Have to tell you, it was a pleasure having you. Not many know about the Mormon War of 1857, or that Samuel Hutchinson was the First President." Bobbie smiled and accepted her A. "Don't ever play Trivial Pursuit with me." Ms. Wohlmuth laughed. "I bet, see you at the bakery." Heather got her B and followed Bobbie to the Math table. There was an empty seat, Mr. Agee hadn't been seen if a few days. If it wasn't for the test questions he left in the drawer an entire class wouldn't have been able to move into the next class. But it looked like Mr. Barnard, the department head was taking care of it, being his usual jovial self. Zoe caught up with them at the English table. Ms. Boucher sat there and pulled paperwork and filled out the report cards as the students came by one at a time. "Hey, Bobbie," Zoe said, smiling a little more than usual. "How you doing?" "Couple of As couple of Bs Kind of all depends on English." "Can't fail English. I mean, we speak it, right?" Nervous laughter rebounded around them. "Bobbie," Ms Boucher said as she approached the table. " I liked your essay a lot. Everyone just picked a character and explained how they do similar things. But yours? Yours was just brilliant. Showing how everyone has a little bit of everything inside them." Good study on the dual nature of man." "You could be a great writer." Ms. Boucher shook her head. "I've had those goodies of yours, though. Just keep the writing in mind if the world stops eating." Bobbie smiled warmly at this, the last teacher. In an afternoon of lines for this grade or that one; turning in books. For the whole of her life, she always associated the return of books with the last day. But now, it seems like the teachers collected them early. Some things always change. "Some always stay the same," Bobbie whispered. She walked around with her report card in her hand, dazed. The mountain had been crashed into, the explosion had happened, firefighters finally away after clearing out. The serene quiet inside her head made the world a complete place, even more complete than... Wish Tim was here. She felt the phantom warmth in her hand. "Hey!" Bobbie heard a yell, breaking her from Fantasyland. She turned to see Kim, Heather and Zoe standing there. "Where are you going?" "Home, I guess. I mean, it's all over. Yeah there's the walk and everything, but..." Heather hugged Bobbie. "I know. After all this time it's just..." Bobbie looked deep into Heather's eyes. A buzzing began. Fzzt! *** She looked at her Facebook screen and saw this cute brown haired girl... Kim Pointe. She was a bass player looking to join a band. The friend button was clicked immediately. There was something about her. She was cute; but her style was all wrong. Like someone tried to hide the obvious anger bubbling below the surface. That girl Bella in my English class, she's a drummer... she seems jake. Well, a band does sound fun. Oh, shut up you know that this is just an excuse to... This is just too confusing, I swear. I mean I just wanna like boys like everyone else... Why can't I? *** "Bobbie?" Heather asked. "Are you okay?" "Fine," she said, blinking. "Just still a little blown away." "Well, come on. Sounds like there's some caffeine in your future." "Ooh, Daily Grind? Hell yeah," Zoe said. "That Borgia is just... mmmm. Such a time saver too, OJ and coffee in one cup?" "I know, right?" Kim burst out. What is that? That's the second time that's happened. Bobbie followed the trio to the parking lot, too many things happening inside her head. "I'll see you guys there," Zoe said, climbing into her SUV. The engine roared to life and rolled backwards, Bobbie got into the back of Heather's car and swiped a familiar pattern. Tim, meet me at Daily Grind? She stared at the phone for most of the ride, ignoring Kim and Heather's conversation. *** Tim put the kickstand down and reassured himself that Bobbie's helmet was locked to the back. He liked these minimum days. Removing his helmet and securing it, he entered through the heavy glass door. "Tim," Gilda said. "Good to see you again." "Good to be here," Tim said, smiling. "Lemme get two dirty blondies." "You got it. Where's Bobbie?" "Oh, she's on her way. She got her report card today." "That's right," Gilda exploded. "Graduation's tomorrow. Shame you had to drop out." Tim shook his head. "Still walking. Finished all the work in time." Gilda's mouth hung open. "Nice." "I made it, thanks to Bobbie." "She is special," Gilda said, ringing up his purchases. Tim took a seat at one of the round tables that dotted the serving area. Bobbie and the gang came in shortly after Tim sat with the two cups of hot stimulation. When she walked in, Tim could see nothing else. There she is. He smiled. "Bobbie." Tim shot his hand up and wagged it to and fro. She turned to him and broadcast a smile that was sure to be too intense for mere satellite signals. He rose as she came to the table. "Hey there, graduate." His hands went to her waist. "Hey there yourself." Bobbie moved forward and completed the hug. When they broke, their hands stayed connected. "So is this the table? Or are you two just gonna be a roadblock?" Kim asked, grinning. Bobbie turned around and saw that the others already had their orders made and delivered. How long have we been standing there? Tim thought. Everyone sat. cups lining the table. "Glad that shit's over," Heather said. "Speak for yourself," Kim shot back, taking a drink. "Still got two more years in maximum security." "You'll wish for that time back in about two years," Zoe said, just holding the cup and feeling the heat in between her fingers. "Nah." Kim waved her hand at Zoe. Tim laughed with Bobbie's friends. My friends, too. The last year had been one hell of a rollercoaster. From depression and drugs... To Bobbie. He found himself staring at her often. "What?" she said when she caught him. "Nothing." He smiled. "We made it. Oh, that's right." "I'll be by to pick you up in the morning." Bobbie looked at him, puzzled. "Graduation rehearsal, remember?" The look persisted. "I have to be there. I'm walking, remember?" She didn't, and that was the greatest surprise she'd had in some time. Bobbie threw her arms around Tim and planted a kiss on his cheek. "EEEE!" Kim squealed. Bobbie and Tim looked over at her. "Tension breaker, had to be done." Everyone laughed. They drank their coffees and talked about what the summer would look like for each of them. Bobbie didn't listen. Her summer was obvious. A lot of time at the bakery... And a lot of time with Tim. *** CLANG!! Bobbie recognized that sound and it filled her with calm. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Bobbie?" a voice came from her left. She opened her eyes and snapped her head towards the sound. It was Rach. "Rach..." "Hello again." They heard the voice before they saw her. Justice. "Justice," Bobbie said. "What's happening? Why do I keep seeing..." "You saw it?" Justice smiled. "Wonderful. You are seeing their greatest conflict; the thing from which all of their problems stem. It is important for you to see that. Sometimes, it is the only way to truly see what is wrong." Rach looked around. "I haven't seen anything." "You will, when you are ready," Justice said. "Ready?" Bobbie asked. "Yes, child." Justice nodded. "You have been through many trials and tribulations since we first met..." "And you have done well. This is just the last step." "Last step?" "Bobbie," Rach rolled her eyes. "This is gonna take a long time if you just keep repeating the last two words she says over and over again. "Yes. You are truly the Advocate now; able to see and discern people's pain. I no longer worry over Lust, you are well armed." "But, the one you call Roxx?" Justice's face became serious. "She is using talents she has no business using. She will threaten the balance just by simply being." Bobbie thought about Roxx's meteoric rise to crime boss. Perfect job for a Thrall. "Yes. She will cause problems. I know you can... how do you say it? Keep the dung at sandal level?" Rach laughed. "I think I know what you mean." "Good, Bobbie the town you live in? You have made it a better place." "I just bake things." "Yes, you do. But you put so much of yourself in everything you do. Those things you bake help people on a level below your understanding. But know this, the way in which you affect people? It is the most base level. It rebuilds their being from the ground up. All the positive things that happen? It is you, and only you." Bobbie let her jaw dropped, shocked. "It has been only you all along. You settled into your new life, and became what you are supposed to be. Had I interfered..." Realization dawned. Everything, the bakery, Tim, my friends... ...Faye. "As I told Faye. I could not help you. If someone came to your village and said 'only you can slay the dragon' what would you do?" Bobbie thought about it for a moment. "Probably run and hide." "Exactly what I said." Justice smiled. "You are finally ready. It is good to see you ready for your rite of passage. You have done well, I see no reason to expect less from you, Rach." Rach was studying her nails. "Good. Because who knows what'll happen at school without an Advocate there." Bobbie grinned. "You think you can take over for me?" "Of course. The Blue can do!" Justice smiled. Bobbie moved forward. "Justice." She said, hugging her close. "I can't thank you enough. I really can't. You've given me back everything I ever lost, and then some. And Tim..." Bobbie was babbling breathlessly. "Love is a wonderful feeling, is it not?" Bobbie levered back to met the blue gaze with her own. Bobbie's composure came back instantly. "Better than any feeling I've ever had." "No need to thank, your work is enough." "Work?" Bobbie asked. "I don't understand." Justice laughed. "Everything you've done as Bobbie has been a boon to this town. The ripples of which will continue to spread long after your time in Delacroix is over." "Over?" Bobbie physically jumped back. The smile continued. "Nothing lasts forever." "Are you always this vague?" Rach asked. "This is not a story. You must find your own ending." "You know, you don't look Chinese. But, you sure do sound like a fortune cookie." "Fortune cookies are American," Bobbie shot unexpectedly. Rach sighed. "Your time will yet come, Rachael." Justice panned her gaze. "Look forward to kicking a little ass." "Be wary of Roxx," Justice said evenly. "I know not what she is up to, and that troubles me." "Don't worry too much." Bobbie pressed her lips together. "She's mine. I may not be able to beat her, but I can at least keep that wrecking ball safely out in the open." "Of that, I have no doubt." "You have much to do, the two of you." Justice cocked her head. "We may not speak again for some time, Bobbie. Go on, and do what you are meant to do." Bobbie went to hug Justice one last time... But came away awake as her arms caught nothing but the vapor of her last exhalation. Chapter 96 Kim was staring at Lust, right in the face. "You're going to be amazing when you age." Lust's eyes seemed hollow, black sockets leaking black ichor down her face. "What do you want now?" Kim snapped. "I've had enough of this. Seriously..." "SILENCE!" Lust roared. Kim felt a familiar tightening. "I can't find Roxx, which makes you my messenger." The heat rose in Kim's face. "How am I supposed to...? Oooh." Kim gritted her teeth against the sudden arousal. "I know all about your skills. Think of something." Oooooohhhhhhh! Kim jolted awake and pulled on her blackest clothes. Alright, bitch. I'll drop off your message. Besides, I kind of owe her, anyway. Kim was out of the window and down to the ground stealthily. "I really don't wanna do this. How in the hell are they out of contact?" Kim had more questions than answers, and she wanted to reverse that situation quickly. She had shit to do. *** Stacy looked down at the card she had gotten for Zoe. Congratulations, Brat; her script on the card was clean. She moved her pen and continued. You may have made it without me, but you'll always be my kid sister Stacy A smile started to make the sides of her mouth creak. She flipped the card closed, Johnny Cash giving the reader the full fuck you finger. Stacy laughed in low tones; her graduation had been special the previous year. One of those nights where the world was yours. Top of the pyramid, Ma. Thoughts of picking up where she left off in the hierarchy of cool crammed into her brain like so many study facts had been scattered by the new environment as she struggled to find her way in a world that was much less clearly defined. But Zoe had done it all alone. Bucking systems that no one even knew about, either flying under the radar or scattering it altogether; she had mellowed out a little once Valentine came into her life. Stacy decided that she would bury the hatchet completely. Zoe was different that morning after her run in with Zia at the coffee shop, less so in the days after. Graduation seemed to change everyone, some for the better, some for the worse. But everyone realizing nothing would be the same. She took a biology class that semester and learned about spiders. The one she remembered the most was the Australian Redback. Its thick, red stripe marking it different and less venomous than its distant American cousin. Fast and vicious, its bite was deadly without rapid treatment. Christ, that whole country is like the Hunger Games for real. Much like the girl that grew up with her. She eyed the sticker she bought to go on the helmet for that crotch rocket her daddy had gotten her. The unmistakable outline of the Redback with its thick black nearly glowed a dull crimson. Stacy took her pen and spit the cap across the room. Zoe, the Redback spider is one of the most dangerous spiders in the world. Its sting can be deadly without proper treatment... Just like you. Thought this should go on the back of your helmet. Stacy crept downstairs and placed the items gently on the table in front of the seat she favored on the breakfast nook. Hope your day is a good one. It would be nice having her back, now that they were both adults. Maybe the world would be theirs after all. *** Kim had one hairpin pushing down the lock core, and the one she was using as the rake was moving the tumblers into place. Not as quickly as she would like, but... POP! The satisfying sound made Kim switch gears, rotating the whole mechanism to the right. She felt the latch give and the lock bar retract. The door opened, and Kim could smell the marijuana and the spicy aroma of something else. Opium? Kim was immediately lightheaded from the fumes and pulled her spare headscarf from her clutch. Keeping it over her mouth, Kim ducked through the passage and found the narrow staircase that led to the storage area opposite the kitchen. The building seemed oppressive, now more so than ever. It seemed to press on her soul. She snuck past the side of the stage, no one noticed as they stared at the stage. Stealing a glance, Kim recognized Marks. More than one. What the hell? Lust never mentioned a den of Thralls. That means she doesn't know. Roxx had obviously used some of whatever power Lust gave her to spread herself out. Taking over the building had given her... Something. But Kim would be damned if she knew exactly what it was. Kim was finally upstairs. She could see Roxx sitting there with that massive bodyguard of hers. Roxx turned her head to the man, who spoke into his collar. The slab of muscle got up and walked away. Now or never. Kim sidled up to the booth and popped up beside Roxx. "Our mutual friend wants a word." "Kim." Roxx said invitingly, as if she knew Kim was there. "Here for a job?" "Fuck no," Kim spat. "Just here to drop off a message and go. What's with the matching tattoos?" She gestured down to the stage. "What it looks like. Pretty sure She can't hear me." "Are you sure you wanna be on the wrong side?" Roxx looked a little tired, she also looked like that cat. The one that had your tongue. "Wrong side? I'm only on one side... mine." Kim said defiantly. "Did my job. I'll show myself out." Kim turned to leave, almost strutting with no pretense of fear. Roxx raised a hand. "Oh no, you don't." Kim felt it instantly; the tightening, the heat... The throbbing. She did her best to walk straight. Gritting her teeth together, she made her steps slower, more even. The floor kept threatening to smack her in the face. Flip the handle open, spin the other side, flip it back. "Unnnn..." Kim was straining to keep the sound in. Roxx's laughter in the background. Inhaling through her nose evenly, Kim started to steady herself. Steps became easier as Kim rounded the bend and let gravity help her down the stairs. By the time she left the building, she was feeling a familiar lightness. A giggliness. Fuck, contact high? Of all the things... What does the color blue taste like? *** Roxx was impressed. It was the first time she had known Kim to exhibit any kind of self control. The idea of having two Thralls with their own agendas might work at cross purposes. No time to be worried now. Go ahead, set 'em up. I'll knock 'em down. *** Kim shook her head and made her way home. Turning the final corner, everything around her grew cold. There was a smell... a blackness. Lust! "Good girl," she said the black of her eyes almost luminous. "She's..." "Yes, I see. Almost as bad as that insufferable Advocate." "Watch it," Kim snapped. "That's my sister." "Nobody's perfect." Kim grimaced. "So, she's figured out how to play with the big girl toys. No one's done that before." Lust wondered how she had done it. Such knowledge would be valuable. "That's all I know. Can I go now?" Lust contemplated keeping Kim around a bit longer, but decided against it. The best use of time now is to discover Roxx's intent. She waved a hand and the warmth returned, driving away the smell of corruption. "Being a teenager sucks," Kim murmured. *** Bobbie was awake, refreshed; the dream still fresh in her head. She felt imbued with strength. She opened the window and... Kim? The spry girl was vaulting herself onto the roof near her window. Bobbie turned and crept into Kim's room. "Kim," Bobbie whispered harshly. "What the hell?" "Lust." Kim yawned. "She made me go see Roxx." Bobbie turned white. "Roxx?" Her eyes narrowed. "You're high." "No... sort of... I didn't...." Kim stammered. "There was so much smoke down there. I think there was some Opium or something. I dunno. But there's a bunch of girls there I don't know." "Of course not." "Not what I mean." Kim yawned again. "They're Marked." Kim said, removing the semi ninja outfit. "And not by Lust. I don't get it all yet, but it's not good." She crawled into bed. "Just let me get some sleep. I need to get up in a minute." Kim was asleep before she hit the pillow. *** Tim was bristling with excitement, opening the bakery for a short day left him filled with optimism. Today's the day. Graduation. A day he had been waiting for. And now, not only did he get to walk, despite his dropping out. He got to spend it with Bobbie, the diploma wouldn't mean as much without her there. Like it doesn't count. Bobbie's revelation about her past gave Tim pause. If it wasn't for Timmi, I'd never believe it. But now? She hadn't told him, but jeez, why would she? He wished she had told him sooner, but how would he have reacted? He didn't know, and knowing Bobbie the way he did. I really don't care, how can I? He could only imagine how difficult it must have been to approach him that day at Slacker's Cove. You don't know you're beautiful. Bobbie's ringtone played in his mind as he smiled. He thought about the future beyond that day with Bobbie. The door opened. "Morning, Officers. What can I get you today?" "Being that cheerful this early is a hanging offense." Hobson said, handing over a coffee. "Thanks." Tim laughed. "Can't help it. Graduation day, closing early and everything." "Yeah. You dropped out? You're still graduating? And... how do you find the time?" Hudson asked. There was fresh pastry almost every day, and the quality never wavered. "Y'know?" Tim looked past them. "It doesn't seem like work." Thoughts of Bobbie through Cheepskates short history played memories like a montage. They will see us swinging from such great heights... "Not when Bobbie's here." He looked towards the ovens. Don't count the miles... "Well, now that you two have graduated. It'll seem like less work." Hudson said. "Congratulations." He shook Tim's hand, followed by Hobson. "You're probably right, though. Business looks solid all summer." "Wish I had your energy. When I punch out, all I want is for someone to take me home in a stretcher." Tim laughed. "Congratulations again," Hobson said as Tim handed over one loaf of banana bread, and one of zucchini bread. "See you in a couple days, Graduate." "I'll be here." *** "Is Kim still asleep?" Sylvia asked, grabbing a piece of French toast. "Yeah. Must have been studying all night, finals." "Oh god, I remember one year, Robb was so cranked on coffee that he passed out in the car on the way to school." Sylvia smiled at the memory. Bobbie blanched. She remembers that? "I really have to believe that you did help him. I'm glad he found you; I hope that That Girl gets what she deserves. I kind of understand, Jeff was a bit of a bad boy." Bobbie had a hard time imagining that. And for a moment, Bobbie and Robb coexisted equally. The memories of that other life, so far removed from Bobbie, who didn't have those memories. Learning to ride a bike... Tying my shoes... Learning to write. She remembered Sylvia working with Robb on his colors, shapes. The celebratory box of Cracker Jacks when he figured out a math problem... "She will, absolutely. Everyone eventually does," Bobbie said. "Eventually. Let's not worry about it today. This is your day, one of those days you'll always remember. I'll clean up, you should get ready. Don't wanna be late on your last day." Bobbie smiled and headed upstairs. Even though it felt like another day. She knew it was anything but. *** Bobbie zipped the white robe up; looked at the mortarboard cap. The entire Senior class stood on the football field staring at the blue and white benches that were dedicated to the conquests of the Blue Devils. A small commotion erupted over to Bobbie's right. She turned to look and found Tim at the center, sprawled in a heap. She went for him and offered a hand to help him up. "No matter where I am, there you are, huh?" Tim said, getting his legs under him. Bobbie smiled. Damn that party was a long time ago. "Tripped over this stupid robe." His was blue, as were the other boys' robes. "You should be wearing this one." Bobbie crinkled her face. "Because it's blue." "STUDENTS." Principal Michaelson said over the PA system. "Welcome to Graduation practice. Ms. Goolsbee will be coming around and showing you your places in a moment. But first, we'd like a picture of the graduating class. So if you could line up in four rows..." Bobbie was holding Tim's hand as they looked around the field for one of the last times they would ever see it from this perspective in the daylight. Bobbie was entranced by the buzzing darknesses that she had come to know so well. Seeing so many people together made her a little dizzy. But she couldn't deny what she saw. A large group of people that had assembled there that morning, people she had seen in the halls and her classes all year. Ready to move on. Standing there with Tim kept her grounded as the students practiced the simple ceremony. The rest of that day would be busy with all the running around everyone had to do. The serenity on the field that day was so calming, so enveloping, that Bobbie's smile wouldn't go away. When they finally left and turned their robes in until that night, the world shined with the sleek glow of possibility. Bobbie was still somewhat giddy as they pulled into Slice of PI. Tim got off the Vespa and helped Bobbie to the ground. "Couple of slices and some wings, then... naptime." "Naptime?" Bobbie asked, removing her helmet. "Yeah. I know that parties tend to run late." Tim laughed. "At least they used to, what did they do back in your day?" "My day?" Bobbie shot back, she straightened the blue film reel barette and followed Tim to the door. "This is my day." A banner had been hung over the door. 'CONGRADUATIONS' it said. "We're a real part of this town now," Tim said. "Never thought I'd feel that way." "Me neither," Bobbie echoed. "Hey, you two. Congrats. What's the last meal gonna be today?" the cashier asked, all bright smiles. "One Supreme and one... Bobbie?" "Chicken Inferno?" she asked. The cashier looked at her oddly. "That has habaneros on it." "I know." Bobbie shrugged. "Just feel like something spicy." Tim turned to her and whispered, "That's later." *** Roxx had gotten the new batches to her runners, and held some back. "Big party tonight out at the graveyard. Sell cheap." She smiled evilly, knowing that her instructions would be heeded. No one wanted the Krasnaya V'edma coming for them. Those bodies at the drug house had done more for her reputation than she could have thought possible. Might have to break a few more eggs. She was looking through her clothes; something sexy. If the things she was doing would keep Lust away, then she'd keep it up. Parties were fun, even more fun when some work could get done at the same time. Graduation had never been a part of Mel's life, and Roxx had no need for it. But, tainting that memory for Bobbie would be worth it. Watching her take the hits badly was becoming her favorite full contact sport. And now that she has to deal with Timmi... well, that just makes everything even funnier. Parties are fun... and even the wicked need some fun sometimes. Roxx was a good sport; she'd even bring the beer. *** Kim was late to class, and despite drinking enough coffee to kill a large water mammal, she was still barely awake. The contact high was still lingering, making focused thought foggy. The tests weren't that difficult, and she managed to make it through, but she remained worried about those other Marked girls. If Roxx is Marking them, we're in for a whole lot of trouble. And if Lust can't get to her... Kim tried not to think about it as the need for nicotine rose. *** Bobbie woke up with Tim's arms around her. She looked around with a start, the DVD player running a looping version of the menu screen. "Tim!" Bobbie blurted, shaking him up. "Huh... wha..." Tim's eyes stopped moving and settled on Bobbie, he smiled. "Oh, must have dozed off just after you did." "What time is it?" Bobbie asked, threatening to go into full freakout mode. "Um..." Tim looked at his phone. "Three?" "We've only got a couple of hours?" "Let me run you home and..." "No time. Grab your clothes, you can shower at my place." "Hey, hey. Hold your horses, it's just..." Bobbie leveled those blue eyes at Tim. "Robb didn't. I am... this is just too important to..." "Shh. I get it." Tim put his hands out defensively. "I'll be right back." He was off down the hallway and grabbing his things in a whirl of movement. Bobbie agreed to wear the backpack so his clothes wouldn't get too wrinkled. "All aboard!" Tim called, Bobbie laughed. When the engine roared to life, Bobbie got her arms around Tim as she settled into her favorite place. Going to the place that she at one time had thought she could never go again. Home. Chapter 97 Roy was bringing boxes into the house when Tim and Bobbie pulled into the driveway. "Hey, you two," he said to Tim. "Morning... evening... ah, hell. I don't even know what time it is anymore." "Hi, Mr. Rivers. It's graduation time!" Bobbie said, pulling off the helmet and almost running into the house. "You know Bobbie." Tim shrugged. "She does what she does." Roy laughed. "And always with a plan." "Need some help? I can grab one of those boxes," Tim said as he did so. "Thanks. Do you ever stop working?" *** Kim had been finally moved through the fog of the previous night. She was now to the point where she didn't know who was worse. Lust... Or Roxx? Too many Thralls. Even Lust thought so apparently. And the thought of Roxx having any semblance of power similar to her own? Inconcievable. She neeed to get home and squeeze herself into that uniform for the party, then there was the hasty setup and soundcheck while Plugman got his setup together. It was to be a fast and crazy evening. And yet, Kim Pointe would... Soldier On. *** "Heather?" "Yeah, Mom?" Betty was looking for the car keys. "You see the keys?" "Yeah. I have them." Heather came out of the hallway. Her outfit would have been at home at a meeting for covert ops professionals. All in tactical black, the tight fitting outfit had pouches that knowing Heather was nothing if not practical. The newly shaved spiderweb lines radiated out from her right ear. "I love that outfit, hang on." She pulled out her phone. "I want some pictures." "Wait till you see the others," Heather said coyly. Betty looked at her daughter, she had become quite a young lady over the last year and a half. And looking at the articles of clothing around the house, she knew there was a bright future ahead. Going back to Auckland would only show her that Heather was doing what she was meant to do. Be herself. *** The sun was three quarters of its arc through the sky as the remaining light fell on the football field that night. Folding chairs were fanned out on both sides of the small stage that had been erected since that morning. Instruments glinted in the remaining sunlight. "Parents, students, and guests. I'm Principal Michaelson and welcome to Delacroix High's 2014 Graduation ceremony. These students have put in a lot of work to be here tonight..." Bobbie was half listening, she swung her vision around the field, looking at the mass of people huddled or sitting on the bleachers. The people were behind the gauzy, filmy darkness. Being in the halls of the school, Bobbie had grown accustomed to seeing a miasma of darknesses. But, this was different. It was like a moving tapestry, showing pasts and futures... All presented in the dynamic matrix of the present, Bobbie gasped inaudibly. She saw, completely. On a scale and scope through which she had never seen. The ripples Justice had spoken of were here, now, in magnificent bands of twisting, erupting bits of light that seemed superimposed against the darkness. She couldn't take her eyes from it. It was what she imagined looking at the ceiling of the Sistene Chapel must be like; an incredible amount of beauty in such a small space. Faces, names, familiar darknesses. She even recognized some of those far away faces by their pastry order. She could see what Delacroix had been like before; that drab, dreary place that was home to Robb. It was different, happier... Brighter. Her eyes filmed with tears as she found herslf drowning in the beauty of the tapestry. "Bobbie?" Tim whispered, he reached out and took her hand. "Every...?" "Everything's fine." She smiled without taking her eyes from the amazing work of art that she had orchestrated. *** Veronica Marquez was reading her Valedictory speech. Being one of the smartest students in her grade, she had opted to let someone else write her speech for her. It seemed to be going well. So... be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea, You're off the Great Places! Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So...get on your way! The crowd cheered thunderously as the band began to pipe up and rumble to life. Slightly off key. The opening strains of Pomp and Circumstance rose like a phoenix tired of sifting through ashes. Principal Michaelson was going through the first of the names as the first two rows lined up single file. Bobbie was entranced, the tapestry of people's needs for the first quieted to a level that didn't seem so all encompassing. So transfixed she was, she nearly missed standing with the rest of her row. *** Sylvia watched Bobbie get up and walk to the line with the rest of the group she stood with. She was having a hard time keeping the excitement inside. She wanted to scream and shout and stamp her feet. I didn't get to do this with Robb. Bobbie gets double. "Bobbie Sharpe." "WOOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOO!!! BOBBIEEEEE! YEAH!!!" Sylvia became a tween boy band fan screaming after The Beatles. "BOBBIEEEEE!" Kim followed suit. Arms up in the air, waving around. Just don't care. *** Bobbie climbed the steps evenly, the robe swishing around her legs. How does Justice live in these? The hollow thump of the steps bringing this moment closer one picosecond at a time. Principal Michaelson was there smiling with a rolled up piece of paper in his hand. Bobbie extended her hands, shaking the principal's hand with one... And accepting the scroll with the other. All of her adrenaline bloomed as she raised the paper aloft with one raised hand. The screams raised in volume for a moment as Bobbie continued across the stage and came back around to her seat to wait for the other lucky students to receive theirs. *** "Kevin Yang." The last name was called and the line dwindled to nothing; graduates all returning like fingertips to the home position. "As is tradition, at this time the graduates will now move the tassel from the right to the left." Bobbie grabbed her tassel and moved it from the right to the left. "Ladies and gentlemen. I present to you the graduating class of two thousand and fourteen." As one, the graduates removed their caps and tossed them high into the air. Bobbie looked up, following hers and plucking it from the air deftly. She looked down to find Tim there, they grabbed each other magnetically. Kissing as a beautiful chaos built around them while caps rained down on them in slow, lazy spins. The occupants of the bleachers came down in an orderly manner. A silence crept into Bobbie's head as she noticed a complete lack of darkness. None. Bobbie swelled, the happiest moments of her life outshone any moment Robb ever had. But Robb had to build the beginning, didn't he? Her hand was shaken so many times, there were so many hugs. "BOBBIE!" Sylvia was rushing towards her, they met into a tight hug. "You did it!" That was it, Tears came. Bobbie and Sylvia both looking at each other. Fzzt! There was so much to do and she couldn't do any of it. Jeff was gone. Fucking cancer. Cooking held no more interest, nor did cleaning. The dust that had settled might still have some of Jeff in it. She knew it was stupid. But, was one more day too much to ask? Just one more day. Robb didn't take it well, neither did Kim. She had found decapitated Barbie dolls in her trash can. It wasn't fair. It was supposed to be rewarding and fulfilling. Now it was just hollow... empty. He was her world, all she had. And now? *** Bobbie cried harder. "I love you, mom." "I love you too, Bobbie." Sylvia's eyes were leaking more. "Just wish Robb could..." "He can, mom," Bobbie said, cutting Sylvia off as they hugged again. "He can." "Jesus." Kim said watching the tearfest. "Do I have the Spider Man 3 reenactment to look forward to, too?" "Shut the fuck up, Kimster." Bobbie said, sniffling. "Just sayin." Kim smiled as she hugged her sister. "Congratulations." Looking around, Betty was smiling with Heather, Tim with Myka. "You alright?" Rach asked, coming up behind her. "Yeah." Bobbie said, dabbing at her eyes. "Do you see..." Rach nodded. "Yeah." Having spent less time discerning the meaning of the sight of an Advocate than Bobbie had, it reminded her of the way moonlight lapped on the waves of the ocean. "It's beautiful." Bobbie wanted to print out this tiny piece of spacetime and frame it, make a blanket of it and wrap herself in it forever. "Yeah," Rach agreed, momentarily speechless. She wondered if anything would ever be this good again. Only thing I'll ever ask of you.. Or if it even could. Gotta promise not to stop till I say when... *** Viggo was about three cables pluggings away from becoming Plugman, the daring DJ of Delacroix. Laptop booted and three terabyte hard drive attached, He blared a quick drumline. The girls in the band were nice enough to let him hook into their sound board and PA system. This is gonna be oh so loud. When Kim... Damn, she's so hot. Too bad she hooked up with Heather. He found it weird that he'd never noticed her until a few weeks ago. The girls that set up the keg were off to the side. They were hot as hell too, and that redhead with them, Roxx? She just disappeared one day, and now she's back? It seemed a little strange. Meh, free beer is free beer. This party was shaping up to be one mighty fine shindig. *** Bobbie and Tim reluctantly left the football field, it was like leaving Brigadoon. Watching the tapestry of light fade into the background left the surrounding world dreary. She kept trying to steal glances of it while holding on to Tim. They were gonna party like they did in Zion. Just with less slow motion. It was going to be one hell of a night. *** Kim sat in the passenger seat, fixing her makeup and securing the hat to her hair with another set of bobbie pins. "Everything should be set up when we get there. The others probably started without us," Heather said. "Right?" "No party ever starts until we're there." Heather honked the horn at the car that sat in front of her at the red light for a second too long. "Come ON!" Heather hit the steering wheel. *** Steve was looking forward to this one. His menu came off well, securing him a B+. No classes for a couple of weeks. A night of crazed dancing seemed like a fun night. Beth looked over. "I can't wait to graduate. Everyone seemed so happy." "It was always fun, for just about everyone. At least I think so." How much fun was up for debate, it all depended on the company one kept. The graveyard loomed a bit beyond the horizon. *** Zoe had the accelerator all the way open, she felt the wheels leave the ground. She felt like she was flying in bullet time, suspended in the thick air. BAP! The wheels skidded for a fraction of a second as they reconnected with the ground; she felt the handlebars wobble side to side. College would start in a few months. Taking a bunch of easy starter classes and having to start at the bottom of the food chain again just seemed tiring. Two steps forward, one step back. Maybe Stacy had a point. Maybe Zia could help navigate those lost passageways that her sister seemed to know all too well. And be honest... Doesn't a double life sound kinda cool? *** "Y'know? I'm gonna fuckin' miss you." "You're gonna have to fuckin' keep the potty mouth." Bella said to Amber. "What? We'll Skype, we'll..." Amber seemed extra fazed by the night's proceedings. "You fucking bet we will. One of those fuckin' Army things." She squeezed Amber's knee. Amber pushed up her glasses and looked to the graveyard as it came into view. "And, shit, you've got Kurt now. Ain't gonna have fuckin' Bella to fuckin' kick around anymore." She was happy that Amber finally found someone, *** "Well, that was boring," Faye said, applying lipstick with her sparkly pink nails. "Was still cool to see Zoe graduate, though." "Hey," Rach shot back. "We're doing it next year." "I dunno. I made a lot of money at Krakatoa last weekend." "I don't like you going to that place." "Oh, god." Faye rolled her eyes. "Can't a girl just have fun? Besides, it's a lot of money. The newer girls are a little weird, but..." Rach didn't know why exactly, but she didn't like the way that sounded. *** Shoot me down, but I won't fall I am titanium.... Bobbie could hear the song from the faraway hill on which they parked the Vespa. "Well alright, Bobbie Blue," Tim beamed, taking her hand. "What do you wanna do first?" She kissed him. "I wanna bake, I wanna dance, I wanna..." "Whoa whoa whoa," Tim chuckled. "Calm down, Tex. Plenty of time for that now." He put on a Scottish accent. "Ahl the time in the wuurld." Bobbie thought of Ailie and wondered how she and Mike were doing. Those thoughts were scattered as they walked away from the Vespa and down the slope that led from the knoll to the barely lit area that looked like a party that was already starting to gather steam. *** GRRL ARMY was on the makeshift stage, getting everything hooked up. Kim was sending a text to Plugman... He's definitely Plugman here. No A/V nerd from the looks of it. Professional setup, dude. We're here, just let us know when to start. US. Kim thought, basking in the glow that she knew was coming. The colors twisting and churning. Viggo looked over to the girls. Holy god, they're all hot. Should have started this DJ thing earlier. The music jumped with three hard thumps of the bass. Kim felt it with a special acuity as the vibration throbbed through, threatening to send her into deep Thrall meditation. Kim decided she needed a litany of her own. I must not Jill Jilling is the little death that brings total determination...? Kim broke into a loud laugh that for a moment overtook the speakers' domination of the party. Her phone vibrated. I'll give three more thumps like that, then I'll cut it. Plugman >_< Kim stomped a booted heel and grabbed the band's attention. She held up three fingers and mocked a stomp... Then pointed at the ground. *** The flailing puddle containing myriad colors seemed normal for a happy crowd, but what was going on? The colorspora seemed to have gained a fuzzy texture... is that the right word? We're really gonna have to figure out some kind of language for this. And what is with those holes out there? The conspicuous lack of color in a couple of spots seemed wrong somehow, the 'fuzziness' didn't encroach. THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! Finger it out later, I guess. Kim started to pluck at her bass in a familiar pattern with which Lemmy would be intimately familiar. *** Stacy was walking around the party wondering how she was ever like these impulsive kids that surrounded her now. She had gotten a cup from some freaky looking green haired girl wearing too much leather... or too little, who knows anymore? The buzz started creeping on early on with the end of the first cup. Must have been really strong beer, she wondered where it came from. The music was throbbing in a special way tonight. I wonder how fashionably late Zoe's gonna be. She started moving her hips with the music as she walked, the alcohol creeping on stronger. And soon after that...? She was one of them again. Reckless abandon starting to seem like fun again after all this time. She downed the rest of her beer, threw the cup down and waded into the crowd wooing and raising her arms. *** Bobbie and Tim were partying like it was nineteen ninety nine. These particular soundwaves carried something unusal. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. Nor did she care, tonight was going to be problem free, she would dance. She would love. She would live. The music abruptly cut out before giving way to a baseline that Bobbie was familiar with. Then Bella's drums thundered in, Amber's shrieking guitar after. If you like to gamble, I tell you I'm your girl You win some, lose some, it's all the same to me The pleasure is to play, makes no difference what you say I don't share your greed, the only card I need is The ace of spades, the ace of spades. Bobbie threw up Bella's devil horns and bobbed her head rapidly. "You like Motorhead?" "Older woman, remember?" "Yeah, but." Tim looked at his girl oddly. "Younger girl." "You should talk." Tim laughed. "Not a huge metal fan, but everybody knows this one, right?" "Trick question. Lemmy is god." *** Kurt was still on his first beer. He hadn't been to a lot of parties since he started hanging out with Amber, the beer coming on a lot faster than he anticipated. Better pace yourself, dude. She's not gonna deal with you all sloshed. He looked far off to the side to see the band. You know I'm born to lose and gambling's for fools But that's the way I like it, baby I don't wanna live forever... And don't forget the joker Both of them had seen marked improvement in their playing. When Amber started ripping through the solo... He felt a sudden urge to dance, Kurt opted instead for some air guitar. *** Once Ace of Spades was done, Heather hit the keys on her keytar. The world heard Richard Dreyfus' alien friend's ringtone. A deep bass version of it followed. Heather repeated the strain, this time in a higher key. Plugman took it and sped it up, dropped in a baseline and... Some screaming vocals followed. Kim kept playing, adding accents and off notes. Bella crashing cymbals rhythmically, Amber and Heather adding whatever little bit they could to the music that filled the night. *** Mmmm, I love this song. Roxx was looking around at these clueless teenagers. What high schooler can say no to free beer? I didn't. And from the looks of the bros slapping each other and professing their brotherly love and eternal devotion in one direction and the 'woo girls' doing their mating dance of skyward stretched arms and a full body jiggle in the other. The renegade Thrall kept tabs on the girls she brought with her. It looked like CamiLynn was nearly to the stage. I know you're here, Bobbie. You and that insipid, lovesick boyfriend of yours. Roxx took a drink from her flask. This is liquor, that's beer. The difference is just like them and I. One is stronger, one is weak. And one is just... Better. *** Kim and the band had picked up from a wub wub wubbing track to bring it back to what GRRL ARMY did best. Fine... Big Balls it is. Amber had already figured out and changed to the opening riff about one full measure before Kim had caught on. Her attention was elsewhere. There was a girl with green hair and... there, on her wrist. A Mark, one of the same ones I saw last night. What is she doing here? And if she's here... Where's Roxx? *** Bobbie was laughing her way through a second bottle of water when she finally looked around. There had been a change in the things she saw. Something wrong with the tapestry. Like it was sick somehow; overgrown by a pulsating mold. There's an awful lot of drunk people at this party... The smell of beer lanced up her nose. The smile on her face finally realized that gravity works. "Come on." She said, hiding the sudden trepidation. "Let's get closer to the band." "Okay. No mosh pit

Same as The Platinum Chef: A Tale of Delacroix, Part XXXIII Videos

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 23
  • 0

The Platinum Chef A Tale of Delacroix Part XXII

Chapter 73 Tim was laughing out loud like a maniac while doing the final cleanup for the day. There was some business, everything sold out. Spreadsheet added up, It was 11:00 a.m. "I'm going to sleep, eat lunch." He had gotten a DVD of Drop Bears from the library. Whatever movie it was, with Bobbie leaning into him, it would be better. Even Ishtar... With the Prom coming up, and the big order coming up for the school... And all the others, damn are we gonna be busy. A...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 16
  • 0

The Platinum Chef A Tale of Delacroix Part XX

Chapter 68 "Roxx? What do you wanna do when you grow up?" Mary asked thickly. "Y'know, when school's over?" "Eh?" Roxx asked Mary, suddenly irritated by that question. Robb had asked her that once. More than once in fact. What bothered her was that she never seemed to have an answer. He was always going on and on about having a better life. Paying rent and bills were no fun. To the then Melanie, and now The One Who Is Roxx that the simplest, easiest way to accomplish that was always...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 21
  • 0

The Platinum Chef A Tale of Delacroix Part XIV

Chapter 49 Bzzt,Bzzt. Bzzt,Bzzt. Bzzt,Bzzt. Nothing again... C'mon Fay-fay, where are you? Rach couldn't remember the last time she'd been so hard to get to on the phone. It made her wish she could cry over something so trivial. Rach felt her eyes dampen. She knew it was the painkiller they'd given her. She got all emotional the last time they gave it to her; which, oddly enough, was due to a completely different snowboard injury. They'd gotten her out on the snow, fitted...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 25
  • 0

The Platinum Chef A Tale of Delacroix Part XIX

Chapter 65 Faye was home early from the bakery that night, with Bobbie and Nick nowhere to be found. She looked around at the empty place. The energy was so different now with all the tension between herself, Bobbie, and Nick. She was cleaning up some dishes when Bobbie finally came in. "Hey," she said, sounding down. "I'm just gonna go to bed. Phone died." There was a heavy sigh. "Hmmm, goodnight," Faye said, looking at Bobbie with a thinly veiled intensity. Bobbie slowly...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 15
  • 0

The Platinum Chef A Tale of Delacroix Part III

Chapter 8 "WAKE UP, BRO WE'VE GOT SOME WORK TO DO," Kim's voice ripped through the velvety blanket of sleep. Bobbie thrashed, gasping. It was Kim, pouncing on her. "Kim, wha..." "Mom's at work today, so I thought maybe I could give you a crash course in a few things," Kim said. Bobbie smoothed her hair and yawned. "You've got the rest of the week, and there's things I'm sure you'd rather not ask Mom," Bobbie stared blankly. "Meet me downstairs," Kim bolted out of the room and...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 18
  • 0

The Platinum Chef A Tale of Delacroix Part XXX

Chapter 88 Everyone agreed to meet at Daily Grind that morning. Heather and Kim wanting to hear about everyone's night once they left the prom. Gilda's newest experiment; the Borgia, sat in Kim's hands. "How is that?" Beth asked. "Really good, There's an orange in here. Like a whole orange slice, but it tastes like cocoa." Kim looked into the cup as she lifted the lid. "Bet there's enough caffeine to kill a small elephant in there." She sipped again. "Goes great in the morning....

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 32
  • 0

The Platinum Chef A Tale of Delacroix Part XXIXb

Amber had her jeans on just so, while the green top's scoop neck showed just enough to let the imagination fill in the rest. She was off with Kurt, he had excitedly told her about tickets he had gotten to a local acoustic set played by local artists. The town center was lined with local businesses. Taking a lap to sample wares, Kurt and Amber split a huge Shawarma and laughed at the unusual sights. "So, how'd you get the tickets?" Amber asked. "I...umm..." Kurt looked down. "I used...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 16
  • 0

The Platinum Chef A Tale of Delacroix Part XVII

Chapter 59 Heather woke up feeling slightly constricted, arms on either side of her neck. The skin smelled of her water activated gel scrub. She also felt Faye's breasts pressing into her back. Faye?? Her eyes snapped open and looked around the room. Mom's room... Suddenly oriented in time and space, a surge of joy gushed directly into Heather's head. Endorphins and hormones doing their dance in Heather's brain, the beat still throbbing against her reticular activating system....

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 30
  • 0

The Platinum Chef A Tale of Delacroix Part XXIXa

Chapter 87 Rach had an ache in her side, like she had laid down wrong on something. Uhh, what a... The pain in her side was explained away as the misshapen lump of blue clay, Rach looked at it and... Wait a minute, that dream. Her eyes fluttered open to a beautiful shade of blue; when she moved to get up, the blue moved with her. A quick glance at the mirror over her dresser confirmed her suspicions. Fucking magic shit. Rach sighed as she remembered everything else. Rach was...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 20
  • 0

The Platinum Chef A Tale of Delacroix Part XXXIV

Chapter 98 Roxx wasn't tired at all, if anything she was jacked up on what seemed like a much finer drug than any she had ever used. She could feel a connection with everyone. If only Lust had thought of this, using sex is just so sixteenth century. Drugs were certainly the future. Roxx had come to think of it as tanning; soaking up invisible energy to make oneself darker. Sounds perfect to me. "Oh, look," she said, recognizing the tune. "They're playing my...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 18
  • 0

The Platinum Chef A Tale of Delacroix Part II

Chapter 4 Robb had drained about $1200 from the bank card that bore his name. He bought a backpack at a thrift store. He broke the card in half and threw it away. He walked and walked, and walked... ...and walked. During his internet musings he discovered the idea of the Walkabout. Walking until you meet yourself, considering the events of the week, that seemed like the most likely thing in the world. He knew that there wasn't an explosion behind him. He also knew that he wasn't...

1 year ago
  • 0
  • 18
  • 0

The Platinum Chef A Tale of Delacroix Part V

Chapter 15 Bobbie was a little grumpy, but felt lighter than she had recently. Despite cramps, she smiled some, happy to see Beth and Amber who had joined them for lunch to talk about the cupcakes. "Cooking is all science, really. I mean, there's the art stuff, too, but the physics of it... Those were so good. I was wondering if you could make some for the bake sale?" "Bake Sale?" Bobbie asked, Beth's expression mirrored Bobbies. "Yeah, we do the big musical in the spring. We...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 19
  • 0

The Platinum Chef A Tale of Delacroix Part XVIII

Chapter 62 Tim seemed a little nervous, his permits for the Grand Opening had come through pretty fast. He was hoping that one week was long enough to get it all together. They were a go for next Friday as far as the city was concerned. There were flyers at the printers, and the prep schedule had gone into overdrive. Thanks, Officers, he was sure that Hudson and Hobson had something to do with it. Of course, Tim's promise that he'd be able to make his daughter a cake for her 13th...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 19
  • 0

The Platinum Chef A Tale of Delacroix Part VII

Chapter 23 With school out, Bobbie had been going to Heather's under the guise of being her model. Heather's mother, Betty; had come home with wild tales of New Zealand and bad stitching. Heather, while happy to see her mother, seemed a little annoyed after the first day. While standing in yet another blue gown with Heather affixing pins to the hem, Bobbie found out why. "You are such a beautiful girl, Bobbie. You have a boyfriend, right?" Betty asked. Bobbie got timid. "I ...I...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 17
  • 0

The Platinum Chef A Tale of Delacroix Part XVI

Chapter 55 Another channel had gone out. A little girl was playing with an older blonde girl. "Skipper likes bad boys." The speaker wheezed through static, before fading into unexpected clarity and coherence while bathing the room in azure light. Kim wanted to be away from this television and this couch. The television's channels disappeared one by one until only two were left, this and the other channel with the redhead. Last time Kim checked, she was robbing a liquor store with...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 23
  • 0

The Platinum Chef A Tale of Delacroix Part XXI

Chapter 71 "That smells really good." "Dude." Faye said, turning to Nick and rested her weight on one hip. "It's bacon and onions. That's it." "Still smells good." Faye had talked Nick into stopping at Freddie's on the way home. She came out with a big bag of groceries in one hand and a long baguette of French Bread with the other. Nick knew better than to ask, just accepted that something awesome would follow. Some more sounds in the kitchen clattered before Faye came...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 15
  • 0

The Platinum Chef A Tale of Delacroix Part XXXII

Chapter 94 Roxx was inspecting her girls. Rubi and Rosa made a home quickly, the others making them comfortable. She was having some fun reshuffling the features and personalities of the dancers she had started with. Now there was a veritable 'rainbow coalition'. Roxx had decided that if she was to be the one in charge, she would make sure that everyone that came to her could be satisfied. No matter what their tastes. Roxx looked at Rubi. Mary seems to be enjoying this. The...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 21
  • 0

The Platinum Chef A Tale of Delacroix Part XIII

Chapter 45 Myka sat quietly in the room, there had been some sound a minute earlier. The buzz in her ears had started last year, just after the accident. It was so hard to think through it. Some days it was just easier to sleep on the couch. There was food, though she would be hard pressed to remember much of anything. Tim was alive and taking care of himself... At least she hoped so. There was that noise again. It meant something. "Mom!." Tim huffed. "Didn't you hear the...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 20
  • 0

The Platinum Chef A Tale of Delacroix Part IX

Chapter 29 The bakery had been open for all of a day before Tim realized the problem with running a food business. Waste. He kept the ones he didn't sell that day and sold them for a reduced price the next. Even then, once his costs were covered, there wasn't much left in the way of profit. The door bell rang and Tim looked up from the assignment he was working on. He saw the flash of crimson and knew who it was. "Hey, Tim," the voice purred. "Umm... hi, Roxx," Tim said, their...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 26
  • 0

Bimbo Kisses Lollipop Dreams A Platinum ChefDelacroix Side Story Part IV

Chapter 81 Ever since Bobbie's revelation about Faye, Nick had felt bad, he even didn't think about their coupling on that crazy night. We couldn't just dump her on you. Nick felt his eyes moisten. She's my friend... he's my..... "Goddammit," Nick whispered. Nick just wanted his friend back. His original friend. Yeah, Faye made him say goodbye. But there was still so much Kane in there. And now? Faye was completely different to how she was before. Giggling,...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 17
  • 0

The Platinum Chef A Tale of Delacroix Part VI

Chapter 19 "Here." Tim said, giving an envelope each to Beth and Bobbie. Looking inside, there were two crisp hundred dollar bills in each. "It's your share of the profit. Wouldn't be fair if you didn't get something." "Oh, Heather and I can go shopping..."Beth asked, peering into the envelope. She looked back at Tim "What did you do with your share?" "I bought Bobbie's gift, and a couple of pizzas." He smiled at her. "The rest I'm putting back into the bakery. I wanna open the...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 28
  • 0

Bimbo Kisses Lollipop Dreams A Platinum ChefDelacroix Side Story Part I

Bimbo Kisses, Lollipop Dreams: A Delacroix Side Story. Robert didn't have anything left to live for. The drugs were barely getting him from one day to the next. Without any money, he and his girlfriend decide for one more score to buy the drugs they craved. But things go wrong, and Robert is watching his life bleed out of a gunshot wound. But he was saved, redeemed by a spirit of justice who only demanded one thing in return: Use this gift to help the lives of others. Robert was...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 18
  • 0

The Platinum Chef A Tale of Delacroix Part IV

Chapter 12 Friday night in Delacroix. Like most middle sized towns, there were pockets of inactivity. Large swaths of suburban living gone dark for a night out on the town. Then there were the parties. This one was like most others, loud and busy. Grrl Army was playing. Somewhere around the fourth song, "C'mon Eileen"(Heather felt more comfortable with the Save Ferris cover.) Bobbie lost track of Beth. Bobbie started looking around, and found her... Talking to a boy? "There you...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 20
  • 0

The Platinum Chef A Tale of Delacroix Part VIII

Chapter 25 Kim's thoughts were like the internal contents of a food processor, with said food processor flying through a hurricane. She couldn't control herself; Roxx was doing all the talking. Kim moaned and allowed the shockwave of orgasm take her. Roxx slithered up, casually licking a nipple on her way to cradle her head on her ample bosom. "Mmmm, Roxx. Just when I think it can't get any better..." She craned her neck up and kissed Roxx's neck, then reached over for the pipe....

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 26
  • 0

The Platinum Chef A Tale of Delacroix Part XII

Chapter 40 Faye was frying potatoes in bacon with onions and heating the oven, The eggs and zucchini were ready and the bread was ready to go into the toaster. Bobbie woke up sweaty. And her hands were... engaged. She looked around, touched her ample breasts, and relished her own touch. Rolling out of bed, she grabbed another pair of the frilly panties Faye wore so often, and grabbed a shirt that barely covered her chest, the bottom of the shirt dangling in the two tails meant to be...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 23
  • 0

The Platinum Chef A Tale of Delacroix Part X

Chapter 33 Heather put Kim(the bass guitar) back on the rack. She was still so mad at Kim, torpedoing the band like that. She was no good at playing the thing. Luckily she could work around the missing instrument, playing a keytar had its advantages. Since Beth and Tim had asked if Grrl Army could play at the grand opening of Cheepskates, she had been finding herself missing band practice. Not the frozen pizzas they ate, but the music. The Spring Musical was set to go on this Thursday,...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 29
  • 0

Bimbo Kisses Lollipop Dreams A Platinum ChefDelacroix Side Story Part III

Chapter 79 Faye had a beer open and sitting on the table. Bobbie had looked at him crossways for that. "What?" He asked, taking a swig. "He had a problem." "So did you, don't get all high and mighty now." Bobbie rolled her eyes. "I'm not. I just..." "Fuck. Sorry, Faye." The vibrating phone threatened to resurrect the erection that had been running off and on all day. Being aroused all the time was one thing if your state wasn't telegraphed so easily. He looked at the...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 22
  • 0

Bimbo Kisses Lollipop Dreams A Platinum ChefDelacroix Side Story Part V

Chapter 83 The ball flew through the air cleanly from way out there in three point land. "Holy shit," Faye said. "Damn. Big Daddy Kane in the house or what?" A nameless skin player gave Faye a hi five. "That's like what. Twelve points... somethin' ridiculous? What is it, Brickhaus?" Brickhaus, a large barrel-chested dude with shiny hair and an Ed Hardy shirt looked at the game as a whole. "Yeah. He's at twelve. Score's 68-61 skins. That's game. Dude, where the fuck did you...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 21
  • 0

Bimbo Kisses Lollipop Dreams A Platinum ChefDelacroix Side Story Part VI

Chapter 85 Faye couldn't believe his luck. Here he was, one gorgeous blonde riding his cock like the mechanical bull at the Mule Lip, while yet another was thrusting her throbbing moist pussy into his face... ...After getting the mother of all blowjobs. Not the evening I had planned, but not complaining. Bobbie was gonna be angry, but she'd get over it. Besides, it's not like she didn't owe her a little karma. Besides, it looks like she's totes enjoying it. As he came closer...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 25
  • 0

Bimbo Kisses Lollipop Dreams A Platinum ChefDelacroix Side Story Part II

Chapter 78 Bobbie was still trying to figure out the plans for the school cake; it was just such a daunting project. There's got to be something like 20 sheet cakes here. The amount of limes that would give their lives to form the tasty grass of Slacker's cove would number in the dozens. She took stock of the inventory and saw the small amount of inventory that remained. Worry about Tim sent her deep into the freezer to get one of the root beer ice cream sandwiches. Bobbie bit into...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 17
  • 0

Amy 12 Sarah and the Mystery of Delacroix High

Amy 12: Sarah and the Mystery of Delacroix High by Amy Komori The original characters and plot of this story are the property of the author. No infringement of pre-existing copyright is intended. This story is copyright (c) 2010 Amy Komori. All rights reserved. Chapter One: Miss Popularity "Komori!" "Hey." "Whassup, Amy?" "Um... Going to class?" "Outstanding!" One accidental result of joining the J-V cheerleading squad was I'd practically become an overnight...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 20
  • 0

A sissy called Jezebel Part XXXIII

A sissy called Jezebel Part XXXIII - It's a sissy Halloween! Who gets the tricks and who gets the treats? As we drive back to the house, the talk is all about the costumes! I mean come on. For a sissy, Halloween is a Big Night! It's sexy dress up time! But, since I am taking the twins and some other children trick or treating, I couldn?t go totally over the top in a slutty costume, dang kids. Besides, the twins really, really wanted to go in a matching outfit, so that led me to...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 15
  • 0

The Platinum Chef A Tale of Deacroix Part XI

Chapter 36 Bobbie was fighting the urge to clean Nick's car as they drove. "So, Bobbie," Nick said, trying to make small talk. "What's your story? Study cupcakes under the French masters? Sell your soul to Satan for the ability to bake?" Her eyes tumbled downward. "Apparently, just a girl who seems to have bad luck lately. My mom threw me out, and..." Bobbie's voice broke as she started to cry a little. "Hey, we all have bad luck. My parents and I aren't exactly close." He put...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 30
  • 0

Tim the Teenage Part XXXIII

Tim, the Teenage Part Thirty-Three By: Rass Senip +++ Chapter IX: 10th Grade, Fall 1986 Part 1 - Rings of the Masters (mc, mf) I had made the arrangements with all our teachers so that Joey and I were only in class three days out of five. On Joey's birthday, three weeks before Halloween, I had also arranged for Joey and I to take the entire day off, and Suzi would join us during the first class period, then stay with us after lunch for the rest of the day. It was her idea to...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 15
  • 0

Chef Pt 1

When Chef turns the pump on you wish the drugs were stronger. Getting your stomach pumped is unpleasant even with anesthetic. When it finishes all you can think about is thanking Chef. He seems so concerned about the condition of your body. You feel bad for making him worry. He lifts you onto the table, fingering your soppy, loosened asshole while he does it. You discover that the table is heated. It's so warm and comfy on the black stone surface. You feel sleepy just lying there. Chef...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 19
  • 0

Chef Pt 2

Chef retrieves a large shiny tray from the cupboard. Your breathing gets slow and heavy, as if you're having a panic attack. Chef seems to sway and twist as he walks back towards you. The tray is on the floor. You are on the floor. You are on the tray. The drugs are wearing off. You are on the tray. You are food. The pain and nausea hits you from the stomach first; a sickly, nauseating, embarrassing ache. Suddenly you're back in preschool for a second, unable to find the courage to ask to go...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 19
  • 0

Chef Special Ch 01

James was six feet tall with light blonde hair. He’d breezed through school collecting high enough grades to guarantee his place in college, and had spent the rest of his time hanging out with the ‘cool’ kids and going to the beach to drink and surf. James was a chef, just like his father and his father before him. As a matter of fact, James’ ancestor cooked the celebration banquet when Napoleon conquered Naples! Six generation’s had kept a culinary secret, a combination of spices that gave...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 26
  • 0

The Best Chef She Ever Had

Dear Molly,I can’t believe I’m writing to you, after all these years of reading your column. I would never have thought that my wife and I would have problems at the table. We have always had a great dining life, despite sticking to relatively vanilla foods. I’m usually the one pushing for us to try delving into some more exotic meals together or going for that fourth course, but Jane usually declines. I never was bothered, because I always figured she was completely satisfied with my...

Humor
3 years ago
  • 0
  • 22
  • 0

Vintage Platinum 5

Vintage Platinum By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter 5 As they hurried back into the master bath area Nate began anxious hoping for the best. He sat at the vanity while the girls attended to his hair and touched up his makeup while he could feel his heart beat a mile a minute. "So?" gulped Nate. "Please tell me you're getting me out of the rest of this." "It's complicated my darling," said Joe looking away. "It can't be please," said Nate getting upset. "I can...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 21
  • 0

A Chef For All Seasons

I could feel the sweat trickling slowly down my back, snaking its way between my shoulder blades as we worked. It had gotten so hot that even the waiting staff had noticed, pulling at their tight collars as they waited by the hotplates. We were an hour into service and the only thing keeping me going was the knowledge that Alex was having an equally hard time, and, for the second time that evening I heard his muttered curses as he caught the side of his hand against one of the stoves’ back...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 19
  • 0

Vintage Platinum 4

Vintage Platinum By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter 4 "You ok my dear," said Joe taking his hand. "I can handle them for you but if that is what you want than you mustn't exclude me." "Exclude you?" gulped Nate having his finger rubbed. "I don't even understand any of this? What did I do? What did I sign?" "That I'm not even completely sure of but let's just enjoy the show as it's about to begin," said Joe. "But whatever it is I'm sure I can find a way to wiggle...

1 year ago
  • 0
  • 31
  • 0

The Chef

Foreword:I wish to tell you about an observation I have made throughout my life. I have never met a chef with beautiful hands. All the chefs I have ever encountered have the most unattractive hands, in fact, most have really ugly hands.My story:When I was a student I procured a part-time job at a hotel that was renowned for functions. Being in a beautiful location with ample parking, the venue was particularly popular for weddings. Naturally, they were always in need of casual staff as waiters...

Gay Male
3 years ago
  • 0
  • 31
  • 0

Oui Chef

It’s just past one in the afternoon as you sit by yourself in a small corner booth in one of New York’s newest restaurants, ‘Amuse,’ here in the Upper East Side. You’ve worked in quite a few high-end restaurants, but none quite like this - it’s almost intimidating. The soaring coffered ceiling and the refined neoclassical architecture is an elegant refuge from the pace of city life. Custom chandeliers and greenery are spread throughout the dining room along with some impressive pieces of...

Romance
2 years ago
  • 0
  • 21
  • 0

Platinum Haze

A vinyl record chirps out the chocolaty smooth baritone of Nat King Cole and his 1960 album, The Magic of Christmas, as we’re processed, lifting the precinct’s normally dingy atmosphere to something almost magical. Thing is though, the steel cuffs around my wrists aren’t at all about that magical, ‘Deck the Hall,’ cheer. They prefer sucker punches of ball-busting reality and the sphincter tightening nature of repeated threats to phone my ma. And yet, that dichotomous mood of steel cuffs and...

Humor
3 years ago
  • 0
  • 22
  • 0

My Personal Chef

Here it was, 5 o'clock on a lazy Friday afternoon and all the crew who worked at the ranch were leaving for the weekend. All but one that is, you, my live in chef. You and I shared a special bond. Your grandfather had worked for my grandfather, then your dad for my father before your dad retired to his native country a few years ago. Our families roots were so intertwined it was impossible to separate them. You loved being part of the 'family' and decided to stay here, in Texas, where you had...

First Time
4 years ago
  • 0
  • 30
  • 0

Chef Can we only eat the dessert

I am studying culinary and pastry;My teacher is a very handsome mid age man from middle estern. Fit, hairy man, green honey big eyes color; tan skin, very manly and a beautiful bubble butt... I always wanted to see his bulge all time and see the size in first, but the stupid apron always covering...Every time at class, at the beginning he welcomes and assist his students with their tasks during the class... I never try to get his attention and do mistakes... At the time that he was between me...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 15
  • 0

Sexy Threesome With The Chef And Her Mother

Hello girls and guys. I am Shivang here with another incident of mine. I haven’t submitted any story for long, apologies for the same. For the newbies here, I am Shivang(pen-name), 24 from Mumbai. I lived in Toronto- shifted to Mumbai around 7 months back. Brunda. Please come back. Your feedback is welcome at . So this incident happened on the recent long weekend which we got, thanks to the Republic Day of India. So I ventured out to Kasara, a hill station close to Mumbai. I was alone as I...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 36
  • 0

Dont Diss the Chef

Sarah Bell was wondering how she had gotten to this point in her life. How could she be so miserable? And worse, she knew it was all her own fault. Sarah had made her own bed, so to speak, and now she was sleeping in it. Alone. And THAT was a large part of her problem. She shivered from the cold — standing outside on the pier at night in Malibu was cold in February. Even for California! "Brenda," she asked her friend from work who had dragged her out for the evening, "Remind me why we are...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 128
  • 0

Totally Chesty Tales ndash Tale 03

Totally Chesty Tales – Tale 03 – Strolling Around(Featuring Linda, Robert Cortese and Ruth)TAGS: M/F/F, oral, 69, anal, facialDISCLAIMERI do not own any of the characters on this story; save if they are original characters (OC). These characters belong to their creators, producers, broadcasters, publishers and distributors, as the works they come from or inspired in way the story written below.I do not have any financial gain through this written piece nor do I intend to cash on it. This...

1 year ago
  • 0
  • 16
  • 0

Vintage Platinum 3

Vintage Platinum By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter 3 Nate walked out in a huff angry and then the second he heard the door shut behind him it all hit him that he was suddenly stuck as a woman in a hotel with a man he had known only from the bar. He froze as some people walked by him paying him no mind and then peered back over his shoulder seeing Joe heading his way. "Did you forget something Nancy?" questioned Joe stopping next to him and softly touching his...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 32
  • 0

A Week At The CC Chef DuvallFriday

Friday--Chef Duvall "Weekly salary: $1,123. Weekly housing benefit: $980. Weekly fuxeries: Priceless." The alarm flashes... 7:55 ... 7:55 ... 7:55. I groan, curse and--like every morning--think about jacking the nail business, and myself. I mic some leftover coffee. Splash some Crown Royal in it. Fire-up a Camel. Then I remember it's Friday. In sixteen hours I'll be Disco King of the C.C. Again. I could use a shave. Just politics on the news--something...

1 year ago
  • 0
  • 15
  • 0

Making the Chef Pay

Summary: A disgruntled employee holds Cleo for two days in her restaurant. Her body is used for his pleasure. Cooking instruments were never meant to be used like this. Keywords: M/F, nc, anal, oral, toys, reluc, humil, bdsm Chapter 1-Late at Night Cleo was on her knees, her legs spread so wide her panties began to tear. Her knees were tied to the base of one of the metal preparation tables with rope holding them pinned to opposite ends. Another rope around her waist held her pinned to the...

Erotic
4 years ago
  • 0
  • 44
  • 0

Motherhood A Tale of Love

Preetha's eyes went heavy as she was leafing through the pages of the newly arrived magazine. It is happening to her often these days, a side effect of having too many valiums for sleep. She can't sleep at night, and throughout the day, a spell of gloom and drowsiness hangs heavy over her like a shroud. Her cell phone was buzzing with vibration on the table beside the bed, it must have been Sayani from her office. She has been calling so many times, don't they realize she won't be going back to...

1 year ago
  • 0
  • 17
  • 0

Vintage Platinum 1

Vintage Platinum By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers West Hollywood, early fall 1957. Nate pulled up his shiny new red 1957 chevy to the first bar he saw after leaving a difficult client meeting mentally exhausted after a long week at his new job. He'd been an accountant for six years now since college but it was like he was starting over as the low man on the totem pole only one month into his new position. Working in a small firm directly for the partners he was receiving...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 33
  • 0

Dont Diss the Chef

Copyright 2011, All Rights Reserved * Sarah Bell was wondering how she had gotten to this point in her life. How could she be so miserable? And worse, she knew it was all her own fault. Sarah had made her own bed, so to speak, and now she was sleeping in it. Alone. And THAT was a large part of her problem. She shivered from the cold — standing outside on the pier at night in Malibu was cold in February. Even for California! ‘Brenda,’ she asked her friend from work who had dragged her out...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 18
  • 0

My Personal Chef

Here it was, 5 o’clock on a lazy Friday afternoon and all the crew who worked at the ranch were leaving for the weekend. All but one that is, you, my live in chef. You and I shared a special bond. Your grandfather had worked for my grandfather, then your dad for my father before your dad retired to his native country a few years ago. Our families roots were so intertwined it was impossible to separate them. You loved being part of the ‘family’ and decided to stay here, in Texas, where you had...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 38
  • 0

A Cinderella Spell Chapter 6 A Fairy Tale Apocalypse Part 1

Authors note: Yes, I know I said at the end of the last chapter that this would be the final part and I had fully intended it to be, but since there was a lot more to this chapter than I had realised and I can't seem to feel comfortable writing stories that are more than around 20k in memory, I've decided that this chapter will split into parts (most likely 3, but I promise nothing). Hope you enjoy it, Sophie xxx A Cinderella Spell - Chapter 6, The Fairy Tale Apocalypse...

Porn Trends