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It was a swanky joint. Had that classy, old world elegance that was long
out of style. I tell ya, you walk through those tall wooden doors, it's
like stepping outa today and into a whole different era. Yeah, they don't
make joints like this anymore. Don't help that I promised voters I'd shut
'em all down.
I let the doorman take my coat. Snazzy fella, dressed up in his fancy
tux. Ain't that something. Better dressed than me, and I was the client.
Yeah, I might'a lied when I said I'd close them down. But hey, what did
the voters expect from a politician?
You could hear the cabaret all down the hall. A real band. Place like
this don't believe in recordings. First thing you'd see are the girls.
They were the point, after all. A few dancers, some call girls waiting on
the wings. Even mid afternoon I wasn't the only client here. Saw a
circuit judge pull one of the dancers onto his lap. Desk editor for the
local paper wandered off into the back rooms with a girl on each arm.
Didn't say nothing to them. Never do, unless you're here for business.
Places like this didn't exist, and sure as hell no respectable gentleman
ever set foot in one.
Least, that's what we told the press.
"Can we get you something, sir," the waitress said almost as soon as I
sat down. "The lady will be with you in just a short while."
Waitress was a nice little number. Slim, willowy brunette, with legs like
you wouldn't believe. That tiny little dress they were wearing didn't do
much to hide em, either. Not too big up top, but her dress was cut low
and tight enough that you kept looking to see if they'd pop out. They
never did. Not unless you were paying extra.
"Scotch on the rocks," I said. Drink was cheap in a place like this.
Fuzzed a man's head. Made him careless, agree to things he shouldn't. You
needed a clear head in this joint, but I needed calm nerves more.
Besides, all it cost is money. I had plenty of that.
Waitress came with the drink, and she wasn't alone. Soft, freckled arms
wrapped around me from behind, as I felt a pair of lips press against my
neck. Long fingernails dug lines down my neck, circling the collar of my
dress shirt. Slender fingers slipped down to unfasten the top two
buttons.
Ginger. Now there was a fine looking woman. She'd caught my eye almost
five years ago. Backup dancer back then, I'd seen her in one of the late
night shows. One part entertainment, three parts advertisement. The girls
are for sale, you know, all of them are.
At first glance I was awestruck. Her long legs, the cute freckles dotting
the creame of her otherwise unmarked skin. Even in the back of the crowd
there was a certain self possessed grace that drew me to her. The Lady
caught me looking. From that moment on, Ginger was always close by
whenever I showed up wanting something important. Tonight wasn't any
different.
"You know," she whispered in my ear, "the Lady might be a while, I'll bet
we can find some way to pass the time, don't you?"
I'd wanted her desperately since the first moment I saw her. My answer
was the same it had been every night she asked.
"Not today, Ginger." She pouted as she slid into my lap, but we both knew
the game. Money wasn't the issue. Didn't get to where I was without
picking up some change under the table. But a place like this, a faerie
bar, it was wasn't money they were charging.
Deals, favors, obligations. Lifetime of city politics and you think
you've got a handle on them. All that's nothing next to dealing with a
faerie. Gal that ran this joint made even the most well oiled political
machine look like a baby's playbox. Had something or another on just
about everyone important. Businessmen, union bosses, press, politicians.
It was funny, the cost never seemed so high when you started. A word
here, a favor there, but it added up real fast. I looked over at the
musicians. They were pretty good. Low key, but talented in that subtle
sort of way you only noticed when you paid attention. Bet they could have
done well for themselves if things had gone a little different. Wonder
how many pleasant nights as customers in the backroom it took to bring
them out here as the Lady's permanent indentured house band.
Me, I'd been smarter than most. Put a lot of time, lot of effort learning
about the fay. Learned the rules, made my trades for power and influence,
not fleeting pleasure. Real careful like.
Rule number one, the fay can't lie, but they can sure as hell deceive.
You aren't paying attention, you're gonna get real surprised when the
bill comes due.
I'd done better than most. Managed to pay down my debt, and there weren't
too many who could boast that. Took me most of a lifetime, but it brought
this punk of a street kid a damned long way.
Still wasn't sure it was worth it. Especially when I looked at the people
who hadn't been careful.
I'd asked Ginger about it once. On some lazy night when I'd had too much
to drink. It was an old story. Young, dumb kid got to school and realized
cash was tight. Took a few jobs on the side, thought she'd stumbled into
some glamorous dream out of an old timey film. But glamor don't come
cheap, and one thing led to another.
In some ways, she was hardly a person anymore. People didn't have owners.
Ginger did.
"Doesn't that bother you?" I'd asked her.
"Why should it? Out there I was lost and alone. So many decisions,
worries. Now I just do what I'm told and I'm never alone. Never have to
worry about anything again."
Crazy thing was, she meant it. I could see it in her doe eyed smile that
she truly, utterly believed she was better off as the Lady's sworn
servant. "How could that be?" I'd asked her, and she answered with a
single word: Love.
To hear her describe it, servitude was like floating in a constant sea of
love. Submerged in it, surrounded. Devotion to the Lady her sole guiding
beacon. The Lady's clients were a chance to spread that love. To bring
them closer to the Lady.
Yeah, closer to bondage. I wonder what that innocent girl from the
university would say if she could see herself now. Any sense in her,
she'd run the other way. Me, I sure as hell wasn't going to reopen that
tab for some piece of tail, no matter how nice.
No, I had a much better reason.
"The Lady will see you now, Mr Mayor," said Marigold, today's hostess.
She bowed as she spoke, setting her heaving bosom into motion. Nice.
First Ginger, now her. The Lady was sure knew how to play it subtle.
If the lounge was ornate extravagance, the back room was all cozy
elegance. Small, intimate, their walls hung with lavender velvet and lit
by inset candles that cast everything in a soft glow. The lady herself
was draped over a wide single armed couch. Dressed only in a diaphanous
white gown that did little to hide her flesh and much to enhance it. As
always, she was stunning, astonishingly beautiful in a way that would
leave the bard himself speechless.
The fay often are.
Her hair was sky blue, natural in a way that dye could never reproduce.
It draped down her body, long past her waist had she been standing. As it
was, the longest strands slipped over the curve of her hip. Her ears were
pointed, ever so slightly, but enough you'd know they weren't human.
There was a crystal glow in her eyes, and reflected firelight had nothing
to do with it.
I tell people Ginger's my favorite, and I mean it too, but that's just
talking about the human women. Whatever your tastes, whatever your
preferences, there was only one gal here that could truly be called the
loveliest.
The appeal of the unattainable, the otherworldly. Where Ginger'd been
open and accommodating, the Lady was like a mountain. Aloof and
unforgiving, but her every peak and valley cried out to be explored. To
even attempt its heights came at a cost, enough to make a mortal wonder
what you'd lose if you could actually succeed.
"Colin!" she smiled, lifting a hand to wave me over. I tried not to watch
how the gesture moved her all but naked breast. "Please, sit."
Sparsely furnished, there was only the couch to sit on. I set myself on
the far end, though part of me begged to move closer. Even from the end,
I was still too close to keep a clear head. The couch was deeper than I'd
realized, wider. Enough to hold two, and then some. Faerie magic? They
had a way of warping your perceptions. Especially here, in the heart of
her domain.
Hmmph. I wasn't a young man, to be taken in by such naked distractions.
The insides of my pants stiffened in disagreement.
"So, Colin. All is well, I hope?" her smile coy, guarded. How much did
she know? Safest to assume she knew everything, but often safer to
pretend she didn't.
"I'm dying," I said bluntly.
"Well of course you are, silly mortal," she said with a titter. "You've
been dying since before we met."
I thought back to that day. When an ignorant delinquent snuck into a
locked up old building. It had a reputation, even then, and none of my
friends would follow. I'd just wanted proof to lord over them. Instead I
found her.
How old and mature she'd seemed to my fourteen year old self. In all
those years, she hadn't changed one bit, and to aged eyes she appeared
young enough to make me feel guilty for looking. My teenage instincts had
been more right. Wouldn't surprise me to learn she was older than the
city she'd made her home.
"A lot sooner now," I croaked out the words, the weight of my years
pressing especially heavy next to her ageless beauty. "Cancer. Maybe six
months the doctors, the doctors say."
"ooo, so soon? And we'd just barely met. But you aren't ready to go, are
you?" She leaned forward. "Let me guess, you're here to bargain. To
snatch back those last few years."
"Of course I am," I snapped before caution reasserted itself. "I mean,
yes, my lady."
"Hmm... such a gift you seek, and worth so much. I wonder, what should I
ask in return."
She made a great show at being pensive, though I suspected she had known
before I set foot in the room. She held all the cards, and we both knew
it. Yeah, it might take her time and effort to get a friend in the
mayor's office half as useful as I'd been, but she had all the time in
the world. An annoyance to her, terminal to me.
"You might swear yourself to me," she said, "such a cost to you might
balance the scales."
She paused, a playful smile crossing her face. The ultimate deal, a total
surrender of will. Her spellbound thrall for the rest of my days. No
cancer, sure, but could that even be called living?
"But then," she continued, "what use would you be to me, once you
surrendered your domain?"
The rules of the faerie again. "No faerie may ensnare a ruler." It felt
arbitrary half the time. She had her pawns so wrapped up in obligation
and debt that they could hardly refuse her, but in theory they were still
free beings. That's what counted so far as the magic was concerned.
Tricky business, what did or didn't count as a ruler, but apparently
mayors made the cut. That made me all the more useful to her. A use
that'd be gone if I surrendered my will.
"No," she said, "I have a better idea. You shall give me a child."
"A child?" I stammered, trying to keep my eyes from wandering back down
to her body.
"Oh, yes," she smiled, somehow managing to be both inviting and predatory
at the same moment. "A son, to be specific."
This was no small thing she was asking. Humans and fay could breed, yes,
but to produce anything from the coupling required agreement from both.
In some ways, the halfbreeds were even more powerful than their faerie
parents. They lacked the ageless permanence, true, but they were in tune
with the human world in a way the faerie could never be. More than that,
they drew power from the station of their parents. True fay were few,
often solitary. Even the greatest faerie courts would hold fewer subjects
than the number of people I "ruled" as mayor. Might not be so good as
bagging a president, but it would still be a major coup for her. More
than that, the children of rulers inherited a certain power over their
parents' domain. Not rule, true, but things would come easier to them,
opportunities more ready, power closer at hand. It would be decades
before a halfbreed child came of age, and until then his power would be
hers. In many respects, I would be all but handing my city to her.
What good would it be to me if I was dead?
I nodded my head, watching as her dainty foot slid up her calf, lifting
the diaphanous material of her dress. To save my life, yes. And if the
act of consummating our bargain held some appeal, what was the harm in
that?
"The deal is this," she said. "I restore you to health, and in exchange
you shall couple with me and produce a son. Is that agreed?"
She placed special emphasis on the word couple. My jaw dropped, and I
ached for her touch. Would that be so bad, to take what I had wanted?
This was what I had come here for, after all, and she was giving me
everything I desired. In exchange, she asked for so little. It should
have been suspicious, coming from her. Too appealing, too beneficial,
even if it would deliver great advantage to her. But oh, I wanted her so
bad.
"I accept."
Barely more than a whisper.
Smiling in triumph, she snapped her fingers. Attendants scurried into the
room. Female hands quickly stripping away my clothing. I thought I saw
Ginger, but the Lady had captivated all my attention. Her dress billowed
to the floor, the vaporous material wafting in the air as it slipped down
her body.
Her already stunning beauty exploded into radiant desire that left me
breathless. The power of faerie on a willing mind is frightening, and
mine had never been so willing. The very essence of femininity stood
before me, against which all others are but shoddy imitations.
She stepped close, and I took her in my arms. Kissing with such fire and
passion I felt it might consume me. I needed this woman. To possess her,
hold her, plant my seed in her and make her mine. She broke the kiss,
diamond eyes twinkling in the candlelight.
"On your knees, mortal. Come, prepare the way for your passing."
Not the first time a lover asked for this. I'd even done it once or
twice, but only grudgingly. Never been the sort. Didn't think it was
dignified. Now, however, I'd never wanted anything so badly. I all but
dove between her thighs, lapping at the glorious nectar within. Surely
this was the ambrosia lauded by the poets of old.
"Yes! Just like that, mortal. Harder, deeper."
Her tiny hands twined themselves through my hair, pressing me closer. My
face was slick with the taste of Her, but still I licked. My tongue
circled over the sensitive nub of her opening. Licking, sucking, drawing
gasp after gasp of pleasure from my inhuman lover.
"Enough," she moaned. "It is time. Fill me, mortal. Plant your seed
within."
That was all I needed to hear. Standing between her parted legs, my rigid
tool soon found its way home inside her. I drove into her again and
again, lifting up her slender body as I plunged my way deep within. My
hands roamed the surface, savoring the touch of all that I had craved
moments ago. Her smooth skin, the soft perky breasts that had so
tantalized me.
I could feel it coming. A tight, coiled mass at my center poised to
detonate at any moment. I drove in deep, pressing myself down upon her,
my mouth covering hers.
Then I exploded, releasing myself deep within her fertile womb. It was
like nothing I had ever felt before, that moment of climax. I spasmed,
drawing her towards me as I felt myself pour into her. The intensity was
overwhelming, as though my entire soul was flowing away with the seed.
I shuddered as she rolled atop me, a vision of loveliness looking down
from where she straddled my body. I reached for her, desperately
massaging her lovely breasts. A climax like that, I should have been
spent. Instead, I was desperate for her touch as ever. Unsated,
unfulfilled, I knew to the core of my being that we were not yet
finished.
She took my hands in hers, shivers of desire washing through me at her
touch. It took little force for her to slide them down. Past her lovely
bosom, down her tight flat stomach and past her waist, until they reached
the enormous, bulging cock jutting from her groin.
What? My mind was cloudy, fogged over with lust that made every thought a
chore. Something didn't seem right about that, but I couldn't quite
remember what.
Don't care. Too horny.
"Go on," she breathed sensually. Motioning with an encouraging smile.
My fingers wrapped around it, marveling at how massive the monster was.
So warm and alive. It's thick, purple head spasmed as my fingers brushed
it, large veins bulging.
"That's right," she said as I began to slowly stroke its length. "Just
like that. You know what to do."
I didn't, but my lust addled body sure did. Almost on autopilot as I
guided the monster down between my legs. There was pressure, pushing its
way inward. A tight fullness curing an emptiness I had never recognized
until that moment.
Then it was gone, and I cried out at the sudden absence.
Back again, quicker than the first, then out. In again, and out. Building
up speed and force. My head snapped back, hands clutching the cushion as
I braced myself. My mind had no frame of reference to understand these
feelings coursing through me, but I knew I wanted it. This was what I had
been missing, what I had anticipated so desperately without being able to
name. Even now, I didn't understand what was happening to me.
I just knew that I loved it.
When I regained awareness, I was still in her embrace. Clarity returned,
and I was ashamed by my loss of control. Our animal coupling was little
more than a blur in my memory. Had she really -
I looked down between her legs, seeing only the smooth, bare crotch I had
enjoyed filling. Of course that was what I saw. Why in the world would it
be anything else?
What a strange dream.
"So, lover. Was that everything you hoped for?" she teased as she saw me
wake.
I, I had no idea what to reply. It had been unbelievable. So overwhelming
and exhilarating, but dangerous too. I felt awake, more alive than I had
in years. Thousands of aches and pains were simply not there anymore. Our
bargain! She had cured me!
Jumping from the bed, I leaped in the air, marveling at how spry I felt.
"It was amazing," someone said. Certainly not me, even though I'd felt my
lips move and the air pass through my throat as I made to say those exact
words. But of course I hadn't said them. There was no way that I could
possibly produce such an airy, high pitched sound. Then I noticed
something wrong with my body. Two somethings, in fact. On my chest.
I stiffened, not wanting to look down but unable to resist. It was
impossible, but there they were.
"Wha-" that high pitched voice spoke again, giving words to my disbelief.
"What's the matter?" the Lady said. "Having second thoughts? You haven't
even seen the results yet."
Her hand waved, and a mirror appeared in front of me. Except, it couldn't
be a real mirror. Sure, it showed the room we were in, the disheveled and
strewn cushions of the couch I had just made love on, and the pale skin
of the Lady's naked back, but there was no Me to be seen. Instead, I saw
a naked, dumbfounded teenage girl.
She looked lovely, her body smooth and bare, exhibiting all the curves of
a classical beauty. Glistening olive skin shone with the sheen of
exertion, her bare breasts shifting and moving slightly with every ragged
breath. Her face was exquisite, a small pouty mouth opened in an adorable
O of shock right below her wide, innocent eyes. Red-gold hair fell in
curls all the way down past her shoulders, tumbling down the front of her
to frame her oh so lovely breasts.
Impossible...
"Oh my, didn't you turn out nice," the Lady said.
"What? How?" said the voice that I was begrudgingly starting to accept as
my own.
"Surely you haven't forgotten our deal?" she said with mock innocence.
"But this, you can't. I mean, that's not the way the rules work. A faerie
can't add or subtract, they can only twist. This isn't twisting the
rules, it's outright making them up! What part of... this was required to
make me healthy?"
"Not that part of the deal, silly. Don't you remember the son you
promised me?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh," she laughed, "did you not understand what that meant? And here I
thought you knew all the rules."
"But-"
"It's simple, of course. If we'd merely coupled, why, the child could
have been any gender. I didn't ask for a child, I asked for a son. So I
decided to go ahead and borrow your masculinity. Permanently.
"Really, it's not like I was going to actually carry that thing around
for nine months. Think of what it would do to my figure! But hey, now
you're healthy and cancer free. Isn't it wonderful?"
"Not going to carry the- No! That's impossible!"
I looked down. Past the breasts jutting from my chests and to the still
flat stomach. I felt it, rubbing the smooth surface, imagining it swell.
Impossible! I was a man. But my hand drifted down to the unfamiliar slit
that had replaced the penis that had long been such an important part of
me. It came away sticky.
"Trust me, it's entirely possible. Congratulations dear, you're going to
become a mommy."
"No..."
"I think that concludes our business, my dear," the faerie said. "You're
healthy, and the baby boy you promised is on its way. I'll see you in
nine months. Goodbye."
"But, you can't. I need to-"
"Good. Bye."
Each word filled with power and malice, though her smile never broke for
an instant. I stared up at her, but she just looked back in a flat,
unyielding stare. Never mind her power, I wasn't even larger than her
anymore!
At last I hung my head in defeat, and bent to gather my clothes.
Unchanged, they were huge on me, baggy and near impossible to walk in
even with the belt cinched all the way. I opened my wallet, seeing my old
face stare back as I counted the contents. Fifty dollars cash, a pair of
credit cards that would work only if nobody looked at me, and keys that
didn't matter unless I could find a way past my building's doorman. What
in the world would I do?
Feeling like a child playing dressup, I shuffled from the room. My knees
got caught in the bottom of my shirt, and each step threatening to send
my sagging trousers to the floor. Options flashed through my mind and
were discarded just as quick. People who owed me favors, but had no
reason to believe I was actually me. Secret accounts, even those under a
false name, still assumed that a middle aged man would be collecting from
them. A car, but my license wasn't exactly valid anymore. Where would I
even drive to?
"Or," she said when I was right at the threshold. I paused.
"Or, you could work for me. I have no use for a pudgy middle aged old
coot, but there are always uses for a good looking young woman. Even one
who's been knocked up."
I froze. Hating myself for even considering the offer.
No, I wouldn't do it. No way. I wasn't going to become one of Them. One
of the Lady's girls.
Holding my belt up, I stepped from the room. At the far end of the room,
one of the bouncers held open a back door. Clearly, I was no longer
welcome in the main room. I looked down the hall, the lights dim and
fading. Just a long stretch of darkness ending in the blackness of
outside. Light rain pattered down onto the alleyway beyond.
I nibbled my lip, recoiling from the darkness. Terrified and intimidated
as I tried to imagine myself taking the next step, trying to think of
some way forward.
I was the mayor, damn it! I wasn't going to become some cheap two-bit
floozy. But then... I'd been the mayor. I knew exactly what happened to
pretty young girls with no support. What did I have going for me? No
documentation, no credentials, and a baby on the way. No system in the
world would have me in it, no background check would ever pass.
What did that world of darkness have to offer me? I looked back at the
warm light of the Lady's sitting room, torn between two impossible
decisions.
I had to make a choice.
Ryan Francis Fitzgerald pulled into the motel parking lot, nervously
looking around for journalists. He shouldn't be here, not so close to the
election, especially not when he was ahead in the polls.
By all rights, he should never have had a chance, not against the party
machine that had ruled the city for more than half a century. The sudden
death of a mayor expected to sit in office for decades had come as a
complete shock to entire political landscape. With the deputy mayor an
ineffective figurehead, the entire party devolved into infighting that
might really give him a chance to shake up the corruption that had become
so endemic. A once in a lifetime opportunity, and here he was
jeopardizing it for a callgirl in a cheap motel.
It was madness.
But when push came to shove, he couldn't live without her. It wasn't that
she was beautiful, though she was stunningly gorgeous. Nor was it her
sensuality, though the girl was absolutely insatiable in bed. No, there
was something about her, something intangible. Like she understood him
better than anyone he'd ever met, man or woman. Understood his needs, his
concerns. Like she got what it meant to be a politician trying to play
this cutthroat game, and knew exactly what to do to make everything
better. Never in his life had he connected with someone on such a deep
level, and he couldn't bear the thought of giving her up.
Startling for someone of her age, she also turned out to have a keen
political mind. Though he'd put in a lot of work, her suggestions had
been instrumental in turning this campaign from a strong also-ran into
the powerful frontrunner he had become. The inevitable victor instead of
an interesting footnote. All this from a paid escort. It was
unbelievable.
"Coleen!" he gasped in delight as soon as he opened the doors and saw
her. She was waiting for him on the bed, wearing nothing but the
flimsiest of lingerie. Even in the cheap, low powered bulbs that lit the
room, her golden hair sparkled as she tossed it over her shoulder. Her
legs slipped open, parted oh so enticingly as she beckoned him over.
He rushed over to her, planting a deep kiss on her lips, his hands
eagerly exploring the luscious body they had come to learn so well. As
they slid up the fabric of her babydoll nightgown, he felt the round
bulge just starting to form in her stomach, pausing to lean down and kiss
it. Her child. Their child.
What he should have done was obvious. Send her away, pay her off, cover
this entire thing up and make sure it never saw the light of day. He
couldn't do that. Though they'd known one another for such a short time,
already he couldn't bear the thought of being without her. Instead, he
had picked out a ring.
By the time he'd even thought about pulling off her black lace panties,
she'd already finished with his suit trousers and was slowly stroking his
cock. He moved between her parted legs, eyes locked on hers. Watching the
wonder and desire in her as he lowered himself on her. It didn't take
long until she was moaning eagerly.
Yes, he just had to wait until after the election, and they could be
together for real. The media would have an apoplexy, but there was
nothing he couldn't handle with her by his side. Soon, very soon, they
would be together forever as husband and wife.
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