<b>Counseling; Chapter 3,</b>
an erotic tale by AchtungNight.
Tagline: Costume party at the Marilyn Manson home.
<b>Celebs:</b> Evan Rachel Wood, Jodie Foster (lookalike).
<b>Codes:</b> FF, oral, romance, voy.
<I>Standard disclaimer- This story is a satirical fantasy. It is
fictional, even though its plot and characters are based on real
events and people. All characters based on real people are
fictionalized. All celebrities in the story are impersonated --
poorly. I, the author, have no actual connection to any
celebrity mentioned in this story other than being their fan, and
I acknowledge that they do not act in real life the way my
characters based on them do. I did not write this tale for
financial profit and I expect none from it. This story contains
controversial adult themes and situations, so it should not be
read by those who are close-minded or under age 18.</I>
<b>Intro:</b> <I>Hello, readers. This tale is my tribute to
celebrities and other people who need to get their minds fixed
up, and their lives straightened out. It is a satire, like all
my stories. All opinions expressed by the themes are mine. If
you disagree, that is your right and I hope you will excuse me.
If I am not as familiar with my subjects as I should be, please
correct me if you are more knowledgeable. Any mistakes in this
story that were not caught by my editor and other advisors are my
responsibility.
There are references to other art in the story. The mentions of
the nudist camp "The Pines" and its patrons appear with
permission from author Nick Scipio. Writer KMB allowed me to
include a nod to his "Harem" series (which takes place in a
separate but connected universe from my own celebrity
fanfiction). I give my thanks to these great artists for letting
me plug their writings. I also credit Greg Weisman, John Kovalic
and the creators of all the other works mentioned in the text. I
don't own any of these people's conceptions and I did not contact
any artist other than KMB and Nick Scipio for prior advertising
assent. However, all these artisans' labors inspire me. I hope
they and their fans will appreciate the ways I have paid them
homage here.
In my series timeline, you can consider this tale the bridge
between "Passion of Erika Christensen" Chapters 4 and 5. I would
call it a "Passion" chapter, but Erika is not the lead of the
story. She's just one of many important characters. I also want
to do a sweeping summary to bring her into the present.
Therefore, I have put this story outside the main "Passion" arc.
You can call it "Passion 4.75" ("The Rendezvous" being 4.25 and
"Rekindled" being 4.5) if you must. No other text should be
required reading, though as usual my other stories are connected
to this. "Counseling" is also one of my longer works, so I have
broken it into four chapters for reader convenience. I recommend
everyone read the chapters in order.
One additional note -- the villain in this tale is a character I
have tried to introduce before. She can be held in check no
longer and my heroes need to face her. People like this woman
and her associates exist and are the reason certain celebrities
are distrusted by their potential fans. I feel this needs
depiction. The villain in question has been retooled for her
role. If all goes well, we will be seeing her again for further
conflicts. She is a figure whom I believe fits the part I have
given her, like all my characters. I'll let the tale itself
speak further as to whom she is.
Please let me know if you like or dislike this story. I
appreciate any feedback I am sent. I haven't been getting nearly
enough feedback of late and would like that to change.</I>
(E-mail: DougElder21@yahoo.com)
***
<b>Counseling, Chapter 3.
Los Angeles, California. November 30, 2008.</b>
"May I see your invitations, please?"
"Invitations?" the tallest of the strange trio
replied. "We don't need no stinking invitations!"
The two heavyset guards standing in front of the gate
in the fence surrounding Marilyn Manson's Beverly Hills home
exchanged frowns. The one on the right, Andy, was dressed as
Frankenstein's Monster. His partner, Barney, was in a mummy
outfit. Andy nodded at Barney and then turned back to the trio
of men at the gate. "If you don't have invitations, you can't
get in."
"I told you!" was the reply. "We don't need
invitations!"
Barney grimaced as he looked over the three. I might
not let these guys in even if they did have invitations, he
thought. I've been watching them. They're not in costume and
that's the theme of our employer's party tonight. Everyone
standing around these guys is dressed properly and ready for the
gathering, but they're not. They're also among the most
suspicious people I've ever seen in two decades of working
security for celebrities in Los Angeles, New York and everywhere
in between. Something about them just gives me a bad vibe.
The three men were Caucasian and dressed well in
pressed black T-shirts, jeans and garish plaid sports jackets.
Other than that, they looked very dissimilar. The one who had
spoken was tall and lean with a long face and thin blond hair.
He wore a red coat and held an energy drink can in one hand.
Barney had seen him take many sips from the drink while standing
in the long line outside the mansion. The mummy guard dubbed
this character "Stretch."
Stretch's first accomplice was a short fellow with
features like a rodent. His nose and eyes were sharp and his
black hair was knotted and thick. A horrible smell emitted from
his body. He constantly took unwrapped beef jerky bits from his
blue jacket's pockets and chewed on them, ignoring the awful
effects this had on his image and breath. It was because of the
stench that Barney thought of him as "Stinky".
The third man was of medium height but very obese
with a dark brown flattop and beard. He grinned at the people
around him, showing shark-like teeth. His lips, fingers and
green coat were very greasy. Barney guessed that "Fatso" ate too
much fried junk food and wiped his face on his sleeves.
Who are these guys? Barney wondered, looking them
over again. He noticed some other common features among the trio
now. The three moved rapidly, sometimes even jerking about and
jogging in place when they stood at ease. In addition, they all
wore unfamiliar eight-limbed crosses on pendants around their
necks and had their coat pockets stuffed with pamphlets that read
"Dianetics" at the top. Scientologist cult Cylons, Barney
realized. We definitely don't need their scum.
"You may not get in without invitations," Andy
informed the trio a third time.
"Hey!" Stretch shouted. "I told you --"
"Silence, brother Bean," Stretch's short odiferous
associate said and then stepped forward. "Look, you officers are
obviously very good at your jobs," Stinky hissed, looking from
Barney to Andy and back again. "We appreciate that. My brothers
and I forgot our invitations, but we have good reason to be here.
This is Marilyn Manson's party, is it not?"
"Yes, but no one gets in without invitations," Barney
said. He decided to taunt the suspects a little himself and see
what happened. "Especially not people like you."
"What?" Stinky raised his eyebrows and noticed the
guards' eyes on his pamphlets. "Oh, is it this?" He fingered
his pendant. "You let Catherine Bell in a few minutes ago!"
"She had an invitation," said Andy. "You don't."
Catherine Bell is also one of the Scientologists I
can tolerate, Barney added to himself. She's a very pleasant
person, doesn't proselytize her beliefs unprompted and exudes no
sinister feelings. These three on the other hand ...
Fatso came close to the guards and said, "Look, guys,
if you didn't know, Marilyn Manson is converting to Scientology.
We're here to spread the word to his guests."
"Manson is converting to Scientology?" Andy directed
raised eyebrows at Barney. "I haven't heard anything about
that!"
"Me neither," Barney said. "Then again, we were only
hired yesterday. You better call Mr. Fox."
Andy nodded and moved away from the trio, raising a
radio to his lips. Barney kept his eyes on the three dubious men
while his partner contacted their supervisor. The trio continued
to make arguments for their permission to enter, punctuating
their pronouncements with insults and rising fervor. Barney
returned their words with only a blank stare. After a few
minutes, the three stopped trying to bait him and looked at each
other.
"Damn," Stretch, or Bean, said. "This pig is good."
"Maybe Jessica was right," whispered Stinky. "She
said that Manson was a lost cause. The Chairman of Scientology
told her we need to quit doing things like this."
"That moron needs to stop changing our procedures!"
Fatso spat. He turned back to Barney. "Look, rent-a-cop, tell
Manson we're here. He'll welcome us."
Barney glanced towards his partner, who was putting
his radio back on his belt. "Well, Andy?"
"Mr. Fox told me just what to do with these guys,"
Andy said. "He knows them very well." The Frankenstein's
Monster guard grinned and then addressed the suspicious men.
"You may not enter the mansion. Our client told us not to admit
you."
"We aren't going away!" Fatso declared. "You can't
make us leave!"
"Fine," Andy said with a shrug. "If you want to
stand out here and wait, you can do that. I have a feeling you
will be waiting forever."
Tall Bean, stinky Bunce and Fatso looked at each
other. After sighing, they turned and cantered off, grumbling
amongst themselves. Andy watched them leave and then faced
Barney. "Did those guys remind you of Roald Dahl at all?"
"Not a bit," Barney replied with a shrug. "I saw
them more as the bad ghosts from those 'Casper' movies or maybe
Donald Duck's nephews."
After sharing a chuckle with Barney, Andy waved at
the next people in line. "Ah, Ms. Leah Remini. Welcome. Mr.
Angelo Pagan, welcome to you as well. Barney and I have done
security for your friend Jennifer Lopez several times, if you
don't remember. We're working for Manson tonight. Can I see
your invitations? Thank you. Please ignore the way we just
treated your fellow Scientologists. We have cause to believe
that not everyone in your church is a good person like the two of
you are. Oh, you know those guys? You agree with my partner and
me about them? Okay, thanks." The guards stepped aside and let
the celebrity couple dressed as a zombie Fred and Wilma
Flintstone pass.
***
Farther back in line, a frumpy brunette woman
fidgeted, adjusting her glasses and smoothing her hair. "Do you
think I make a good Daria?" she asked the blond weasel-faced
werewolf standing beside her. Nadine Holliday wore a green
sweater vest and black skirt. She and two other tabloid
journalists were assigned to infiltrate Manson's party at the
last minute. Her favorite angst-filled MTV character was the
quickest costume Nadine could rustle up.
"You look great," Gary Parker, the werewolf, replied.
He wore a full-length fur outfit with fangs and makeup instead
of a mask. Gary was hoping that no celebrities or party security
would recognize him from his TV appearances. Or maybe I don't
care if they do, Gary thought with a shrug. If they throw me
out, it will still be a decent story.
The third reporter in their party, Baxter Page, was a
middle-aged hippie with long brown hair and beard. Outfitted in
typical Goth attire like most of the crowd around them, Baxter
had several disfiguring marks on his face. "You guys really
should have dressed better," he told Nadine and Gary. "Do you
want someone to know who we are?"
"You're not wearing a very good costume either," Gary
pointed out.
"No, but I have on fake scars and piercings. Do you
honestly think anyone is going to peg me as the perfect gentleman
I usually am on the air? Damn it, you two!" Baxter waved his
hands and then looked away, focusing on the crowd. "At least
there should be many good stories here," he said. "You see that
guy who just walked through the gates disguised as a mad
scientist? That was Jack Nicholson."
"The original Joker?" Gary asked. He looked towards
the mansion entrance and nodded. "Yeah, that was him."
"I spotted Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie farther back
in line," Nadine said. "Jennifer Aniston and John Mayer were
about twenty people ahead of us. If those two couples meet up
tonight, it could be fun to watch the fireworks."
"I thought you didn't like recording celebrity
troubles, Nadine," Gary said.
"I don't mind a good spat. I just don't want to be
the one that starts it. I got into this business to win
friends."
Fat chance of that in our line of work, Gary thought
but did not say. He looked around the crowd, trying to spot more
famous faces. Manson had made it known that he was collecting
donations tonight for a campaign to overturn the recent ban on
homosexual marriage in California. Thus a large number of
celebrities and others were attending his gathering. One or two
hundred people outside all together, Gary counted. Perhaps three
hundred more if you add security and other hangers-on. There's
got to be at least that number within the mansion too. I see a
few of our colleagues on the street behind the fence, taking
notes and snapping away with cameras. They won't be going inside
the house, though. Nadine, Baxter and I will.
He removed the invitation from his pocket and showed
it to the guards, who nodded and stepped out of his way. I
wonder how our boss Ted Pinkerton got us invited here, Gary
thought as he watched Baxter and Nadine admitted past the gate.
It seemed almost too convenient. He also provided us concealable
microphones and digital video recorders disguised as reflective
buttons. I don't know where Mr. Pink acquired such technology.
He's handed out spy gadgets before, but these are very
sophisticated. I hope they work right.
"You think Lindsay Lohan will be here?" Gary asked
Nadine, recalling a recent interview they had done with that
actress.
"Probably not," Nadine answered. She smiled at some
Goths who hummed "La, la, la, la, la" as they walked past her.
"Lindsay Lohan and Samantha Ronson are in Europe right now. We
talked to Lindsay right before they left."
"Oh yeah," Gary recalled with a sigh. He regretted
that he could not interrogate Lindsay further about her confessed
bisexuality or her declining career.
"Keep your minds on what we're going to be doing here
tonight," Baxter ordered his co-workers. "Don't go looking for
specific people. Just wait and watch what happens. If we're
lucky, we'll get something Ted will enjoy hearing. If not, at
least we tried."
"If somebody recognizes us, be nice," Nadine
suggested. "Tell them we're not on the job. Wait, do you think
they'll believe that?"
"No, probably not," Baxter answered with a sigh. He
looked around the courtyard and felt relieved that no one was
paying attention to them.
I wonder if my allies in the Friendship society are
here yet, Baxter thought. I called and warned Viceroy Doug
Ramsay that we'd be coming. Our boss is also a Viceroy, so we
couldn't get out of this assignment. Doug said he understood and
had already dispatched his own infiltrators. Like us, they're
charged to ascertain the current state of Marilyn Manson's
girlfriend, actress Evan Rachel Wood. I doubt we'll be working
with these other spies but I hope they at least won't work
against us. Never mind, Baxter. Keep your eyes on the game.
Gesturing at Gary and Nadine to follow him, the
hippie journalist headed towards the mansion's front door. His
colleagues walked alongside, checking out faces and noting those
they knew. Their hidden cameras and microphones were taping
away. None of the three reporters saw the burly balding actor
dressed as his "Sin City" character admitted to the party a few
minutes after they entered the mansion.
"It's great to see you here," Barney said.
"Thank you," Mickey Rourke replied. "It's great to
be seen."
***
Inside the mansion, Jodi Lee Nichols and Asher
Stravjan were already in place amongst the crowd. There were
almost as many Goths and other costumed people inside as outside.
All were enjoying themselves while music played and drinks got
served. The music was mostly that of the mansion's owner, of
course. Marilyn Manson had also inserted songs by Nine Inch
Nails, KISS, the Sisters of Mercy and other Goth metal groups.
Jodi Lee didn't often listen to such tunes but now she was
finding herself liking them. The raw vibe and emotion of the
beat sounded in her brain and the words sparked memories of
wonderful things she had done with guys and girls. I wish I had
known there was so much sex in Goth rock before, Jodi Lee
thought. Maybe I would have had a better opinion of it.
"Hey!" a very drunk guest said, beaming at Jodi Lee
and Asher. "Jodie Foster! Clint Eastwood! I thought I saw you
both leave five minutes ago!"
Jodi Lee raised her eyebrows and looked at Asher.
<I>Should we correct this guy that we're only lookalikes?</I>
Jodi Lee asked in sign language
<I>No,</I> the albino mute Asher answered in the
same. <I>It does not matter if he thinks we are people we are
not.</I>
Jodi Lee shrugged and nodded at the drunk as he
stumbled off. "I thought there would be drugs here," she said,
looking around. "Aren't Goths supposed to be into heroin and
cocaine?"
<I>You expect them to explore such habits in the
open? Those habits are more rumor than reality, Jodi Lee. I
thought you said you were going to drop your preconceived
notions.</I>
"Sorry," Jodi Lee replied. She looked at herself in
a mirror on the wall. The Australian agent was dressed as a
fantasy Amazon with her dark copper hair piled into a beehive and
makeup accenting her sharp freckled face. A brown imitation
leather bustier and skirt completed the ensemble. Asher had
disguised himself as a grinning ghoul, a blue-skinned undead
cannibal with ragged clothes and yellow fangs. He waved his
clawed hands at people who complimented him on his costume.
"Far out, man," a moping Goth said as he drifted by.
<I>Thank you,</I> Asher signed in response. He did
not care that most of the guests could not interpret his
movements. <I>Have you seen Friend Evan yet?</I> Asher asked
Jodi Lee.
"No," the other Friendship agent said. Jodi Lee
sipped her virgin martini. "I keep looking for her trademark
blonde hair and then I remember that like everyone else here
she's probably hiding herself."
<I>I concur. Perhaps we should split up and look for
her separately.</I>
"All right. Why don't you see if some of these
people can understand you? I've heard there are disabled Goths
and homosexual ones also. Maybe you can make a new friend with
benefits or two tonight."
<I>I am too professional for that. I could show
these people some juggling or acrobatics, though, if it would not
attract too much attention.</I>
"Do that," Jodi Lee suggested. I don't think you'll
have much problem drawing attention here, she added to herself.
I see quite a few celebrities around us exhibiting shocking
behavior. That old man in the mad scientist outfit is Jack
Nicholson, one of the greatest actors to ever play the Joker and
the Wolf Man. He's got two twenty-something Goth girls on his
arms and they both look extremely intoxicated. Do I have to
speculate what Jack plans to do with those girls?
I also see many celebrity couples dancing and making
out in the room, homo- and heterosexual. There's Ellen DeGeneres
embracing Portia de Rossi and there's Jennifer Aniston waltzing
with John Mayer. The former couple is dressed as the witches
Willow and Tara from "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and the latter
couple is impersonating the young stars of that new vampire film
"Twilight". And there's George Takei with his gay partner.
They're kissing and costumed as Sulu and Wesley Crusher from
"Star Trek". I also see Wanda Sykes over there dressed as Elvira
hugging some other black woman dressed in drag as Drizzt the dark
elf. Hmm.
Wait a second. That couple over there disguised as
Devil Ned and Warrior Angel Maude Flanders. The chubby blonde
and the rangy man with the mustache standing near the front door.
Is that Candace Cameron and her hockey player husband? No way,
it can't be. Candace Cameron is a famous evangelical Christian.
What would she be doing at a party hosted by a well-known
Satanist high priest?
Maybe she was part of the Friendship secret society
like Manson, Jodi Lee conjectured. Members of the Friendship
were amazingly tolerant of other religions. They knew that
religion was supposed to be about freedom and satisfaction, not
conversion or control. The Friendship welcomed and learned from
diversity. They admitted followers of nearly all philosophies in
support of this idea, rejecting only the prejudiced. Holding
freedom of religion as an inalienable right, the Friendship's
leaders advised their subordinates to live the good in their
personal beliefs and to respect those of others. Most Friends
followed such suggestions. They knew from history that religions
grew in tolerant climates. They shrunk, then destabilized if
their environment filled with conceit and fear.
Even if Candace wasn't a Friend, though, her religion
was no reason to peg her as a bigot. Many Christians throughout
history practiced great openness, Jodi Lee reflected. The
Puritans were proud sexual beings, although they only wanted
affection to occur within the bounds of marriage and never in
public. There were also several Roman and medieval Christian
sects that were into free love and swinging. Jesus Christ
himself hung out with adulterers and prostitutes. Just because
Candace's brother Kirk was a modern stuck-up Christian idiot was
not cause to assume she was as well.
On impulse, Jodi Lee waved her hands in a secret
Friendship gesture at the Flanders couple. Maude signed back and
Jodi Lee smiled, happy she was right.
Asher tapped Jodi Lee on the shoulder and she turned
back to her Gypsy companion. <I>We work alone,</I> Asher signed.
<I>Viceroy Ramsay said not to make this too complicated.</I>
"Sorry," Jodi Lee said. "I'll try to remember our
mission. You work the crowd. I'll find our host." Asher nodded
in agreement and moved away.
It did not take Jodi Lee long to locate Marilyn
Manson. The rock star was one of the few people at the party
dressed as themselves. He feels his usual appearance is costume
enough, Jodi Lee guessed as she looked upon Manson's pale face,
long black hair and leather jacket and pants. A top hat, tails
and cane were also part of his outfit, she noticed, so maybe he
was in costume after all. Jodi Lee pegged him as Willy Wonka.
Manson seemed very laissez-faire, pleased that his party was
successful and exchanging greetings with the guests.
I think Asher was right, Jodi Lee said to herself.
The man is more agreeable than his public image. Yes, he
disturbs me a little, but that's okay.
A few security guards in Goth attire were around
Manson, including a supervisor in a fox mask so fantastic it
looked like his real face. Guests were walking up and saying
hello. Two young people also stood nearby. One was a
pale-skinned girl in a black dress with a plunging neckline and a
long black wig. The other was a dark-haired twenty-something man
who looked like he was part of some Hell's Angels biker gang.
"Great party tonight," actor David Duchovny was
telling Manson when Jodi Lee approached. He was costumed as his
"X-Files" character Mulder and had his wife Tea Leoni as Scully
on his arm. "I'm glad I got out of rehab soon enough to be
here."
"This is for the feast of Saint Andrew," Manson
replied. "He's a patron of those who suffer from gout and sore
throats, fishermen and the unmarried. He traveled much of the
ancient world to spread the Gospels and charity under threats and
persecution. I felt it appropriate to hold a fundraiser party
against the recent Proposition 8 in his name."
"I thought you were a Satanist," Tea Leoni said.
"That doesn't mean I can't also revere other
religions." Manson told the couple to enjoy the party and then
turned back to the young man standing with him. "Thanks. You
were saying?"
"My brother Dane is very sorry," the biker youth
replied. "He got involved with the wrong people and brought them
to preach to you without seeking your prior blessing. He
recognizes that you do not appreciate such people and that you do
not want to become a member of our religion. Dane wants you to
know that he is now distancing himself from the Feshbachs and
those like them, as many Scientologists already have. Dane could
not be here to apologize himself, as he is in St. Louis sorting
through some issues. Thus our sister Erika asked me to stop by."
"Does Erika want to see me again?" the Goth girl with
Manson asked. Jodi Lee blinked, recognizing her cherubic face
and large blue eyes. Evan Rachel Wood, she thought. There you
are.
"She does," the biker youth answered Evan, "provided
that you want to see her. Erika is also busy tonight, but as you
may know, she asked many of her friends to stop by and make
donations to your cause. She wants to ensure you bear no ill
will towards our entire religion because of the actions of a few
of its members."
"Erika doesn't need to worry about that," Manson
said. "I'm fine with Scientology in general. I just don't want
to be in it myself and I want it to stop its abusive practices.
You know what I'm speaking of, right?"
After receiving a nod, Manson continued. "You can
advise Erika I'm aware of her involvement with a group that wants
to reform your church. My own church is willing to support that
movement's goals. Our creed's founder, Anton LaVey, was a great
influence on Scientology's founder and our religions may need to
work together again. Also, please tell Erika I asked you to make
this gesture in front of her."
The biker youth smiled and returned the gesture after
frowning at Manson's Satanic endorsements. "I will do that."
"Please inform Erika I want to see her again soon,"
Evan said. "Thank you for coming. Brando, right?"
"Yes," Brando Christensen said. "I'm Dane's twin
brother, four minutes older. Erika and I will be flying to join
the rest of our family in St. Louis tomorrow."
"When she gets back to L.A., please make sure she
calls me," Evan requested. "Also thank her for putting the word
out about our party. I've seen Catherine Bell here tonight,
along with Kirstie Alley, Jason Lee and Leah Remini and her
husband. Is there anyone else planning on stopping by?"
"John Travolta could not make it but he wanted me to
give you this." Brando handed a check to Manson and chuckled.
"John in particular supports gay rights."
"Too bad your church didn't support them during the
Proposition 8 vote process," Manson said. "Thank John for me.
I'll add this to the stash."
"Don't mention it to too many people, okay?" Brando
asked. "Now if you'll excuse me, I would like to enjoy the party
a little."
"Go forth, young whippersnapper!" Manson waved and
smiled. "Have a good time!" Brando thanked him and walked off.
I didn't know Friend Erika would be working
independent of Viceroy Ramsay tonight, Jodi Lee reflected on the
conversation she'd just heard. Well, I suppose what she's doing
is for the best. That girl could be a Viceroy herself with all
the influence she commands. I wonder why they haven't raised her
yet. Maybe they're waiting for an appropriate moment. The
Scientologist reformers are strong, yet the traditionalists are
greater in number and influence. The church leaders must be
afraid of a schism right now, which is why they aren't forcing
one by expelling all the liberals. I don't blame them for their
fear. I saw some Anonymous anti-Scientology protesters outside.
"Brando should tell Erika I'm fine," Evan said to
Manson. "I wish she was here, though."
"All things in time, my dear," Manson replied,
patting her on the shoulder. "Now you go mingle, okay? You're
hanging around me too much. I want you to wean yourself off me a
bit."
"If you say so." Evan smiled at Manson and moved
away.
Jodi Lee followed Evan, wanting to stay close to her.
She seems okay, thought the Australian agent. I'd better make
sure, though. I hope nothing terrible is going to happen at this
party tonight. Jodi Lee wove her way around a trio dressed like
a Goth hippie, a werewolf and the MTV character Daria as well as
a burly balding man dressed in a gray trench coat and a multitude
of bandages who was eyeing her. She smiled at the latter,
recognizing actor Mickey Rourke. Then she turned from him and
walked on, nodding at other guests she passed.
Evan eventually reached the bar. She sat on a stool
and ordered a drink from the satyr-costumed bartender. Jodi Lee
finished her martini and then set the empty glass on the counter.
"Give me another, please," she ordered. "Virgin. Shaken, not
stirred."
"Coming right up, Ms. Foster," the bartender replied.
"Excuse me," a voice said. Jodi Lee turned to see
Evan Rachel Wood directing a smile and a raised glass towards
her. "You're not really Jodie Foster, are you?"
"No." Jodi Lee shook her head and extended her hand.
"Grace Packer. I'm from Australia." Evan's surprise had sparked
Jodi Lee's improvisation skills. Jodi Lee hoped her relative
wouldn't mind her name being used.
"I didn't think you were Jodie Foster. You look
about fifteen years younger with more freckles. Are you related
to James Packer, the famous Australian rich man?"
"Fourth cousin once removed." It was a lie, but Jodi
Lee didn't think Evan would bother tracing it. In reality, her
family was a bit more closely related to the Packers than she had
said. "I dropped off a donation earlier." That was the truth.
"Thank you," Evan said. She followed her words with
a Friendship secret gesture. Jodi Lee returned the gesture,
judging that it would not harm her cover. Evan's smile widened.
"I'm Evan Rachel Wood, the actress."
"I recognized you. I think you did a great job in
'The Life Before Her Eyes'."
"Thanks. It was a terrific movie. So you're dressed
as Kayleigh."
"Who?"
"Kayleigh is a character from the geek comic 'Dork
Tower'. You look just like her with your hair like that. I'm
the other main female character, Gilly the Perky Goth."
"Oh. Well, it wasn't really my intention to dress as
anyone specific. Someone else picked this costume. I don't even
know who you're talking about."
"Kayleigh's an uptight shopaholic who's also a
role-playing gamer," a voice at Jodi Lee's elbow said. The
Australian agent turned and saw a brown-haired man with average
features dressed as Commissioner Gordon from the recent "Batman"
films. "Kayleigh looks down on the gaming hobby but then gets
enthusiastic about it the first time she plays. She kills
several orcs and a turbonium dragon."
"Turbonium dragon?" Jodi Lee repeated, gaping.
"More like turbonium bitch!" Evan screeched.
"Sorry to jump in," Gordon said. "Nathan Foulger,
producer." He introduced the red-haired woman in the Batgirl
costume beside him. "This is my daughter Barbara ... I mean, my
girlfriend, Alicia Witt."
"One night only, Nathan," Alicia replied. "Hello,
Evan. It's great to see you again."
"Alicia!" Evan said, beaming as she and Alicia
clasped hands. "How long has it been? Did Erika ask you to
attend this party too?"
"No, it was Nathan. We broke up two weeks ago and
this is our final date. Erika did want me to say hello, though.
She learned of your situation with her brother Dane the day
before yesterday and wanted me to let you know he's okay now."
"Brando already told Manson and me," Evan said. "Are
you and the Commish gonna be here for a while?"
"We are," Nathan answered. "This party looks like
fun."
"Fun is number one," Alicia quoted her breakout
film's tagline with a smirk.
"Well, I'd love to talk to you both again later,"
Evan told them. "Right now, though, I'm sort of occupied." She
glanced towards Jodi Lee.
"See you in an hour or so then, little child," Alicia
said, pecking Evan on the forehead. "I definitely want to renew
old acquaintances. Come along, Nathan."
"Yes, my darling." Her boyfriend hurried to catch up
as Alicia moved away.
Jodi Lee picked up on Evan's cue. She had already
observed several couples moving out of the mansion's main
gathering areas towards the adjoining guest rooms. She also knew
Evan's orientation but did not want to let on that she knew.
"You're lesbian?"
"Bisexual," Evan corrected. "I prefer women, though.
I've been with more of them than I have men. You?"
"The same," Jodi Lee said. So Evan wants to seduce
me, she thought. Okay, I suppose I'll allow it. I've used this
as a spy tactic before many times. Sex is one of the best ways
to connect with a person and I did want Evan when we knew each
other at Viceroy Ramsay's club long ago. I was right that she
wouldn't remember me from back then.
"Good. So I broke up with my boyfriend recently and
I'm looking for a stranger tonight. Interested?"
Jodi Lee nodded but indicated with her expression
that she didn't want to take things too fast. "Your boyfriend
was our host Marilyn Manson?"
"Right. Please ignore all the rumors you've heard
about him. I agree he's crazy, but to me crazy is a compliment.
I'm crazy too."
"I heard you've been losing yourself since you
started dating Manson."
"No! I've been finding myself. I used to be so shy.
Then acting brought me out and Manson finished the job. I've
never been more comfortable in my own skin." Evan laughed. "So
do you like the party?"
"Yes." Jodi Lee felt pleased that she could detect
no dishonesty in Evan's speech. "You?"
"Of course. I don't mind being among the mad people.
I like it." Evan waved at the bartender to refill her drink.
"Have you tried this? It's cinnamon vodka tonic, just like at
'Inside Out' in London."
Jodi Lee smiled. "I've been there. I'm not drinking
alcohol tonight, though. Thanks."
Evan put her hand on Jodi Lee's. "So did you come
here alone?"
"No," Jodi Lee answered after a pause. "My, um,
brother is that ghoul over there."
She looked around and spotted Asher, who was engaged
in an impromptu solo dance contest with a portly exuberant young
man dressed as Londo Mollari from the science fiction series
"Babylon 5". A pair of white and black male Goths and another
youth disguised as a humanoid muskrat were looking on. Evan
returned the white male Goth's grin.
"That's your brother?" Evan asked Jodi Lee. "He's
very talented."
"It's a gift," Jodi Lee agreed. "Sadly, it's one I
don't share."
"Why don't we go say hi to them?" Evan stood up and
walked over to the dancers. Asher finished his current routine
just as they arrived. His opponent bowed, unable to top it,
while the other guests around them clapped.
"Hello," Evan greeted Asher while Jodi Lee watched.
"I just met your sister."
<I>Hello,</I> Asher signed. <I>Please excuse me. I
am unable to speak.</I>
"He's mute but not deaf," the black Goth said. "His
name's Simon."
"Simon," Evan repeated, also moving her hands in sign
language. "Hi. I'm Evan Rachel Wood. I think I know you from
somewhere."
<I>I have been a street performer in multiple cities.
Perhaps you have heard of me in that capacity.</I>
"No, I can't place you. Sorry." Evan looked at Jodi
Lee. "Does he have a stage name?"
"It doesn't matter," Jodi Lee replied. "Simon, you
know the tarot, right? Can you deal some cards for Evan?"
Asher nodded. Gypsy fortune telling was another of
his skills. His grandmother had taught it to him and told Asher
never to cheat. <I>Tarot is an ancient way of interpreting
someone's current state and destiny,</I> Asher signed to Evan.
<I>Do you mind if I give you a reading?</I>
"Sure." Evan shrugged.
Asher pulled a deck of cards from his pocket and
shuffled it as he walked to a nearby table. Everyone else
followed. When Asher arrived at the table, he handed the deck to
Evan and invited her to shuffle it again. Evan complied and then
the muskrat shuffled it a third time when Asher asked.
"He did this for me a minute ago," the muskrat said.
"Shh," the black youth replied after a nod.
Asher reclaimed the deck and laid out a ten-card "Celtic cross"
spread.
<I>The 'Queen of Swords',</I> he signed, indicating
the first card. <I>This is you, Evan. It represents
independence and intelligence. You can streamline problems and
find solutions without fuss. It also represents isolation. Next
I have drawn the 'Three of Swords', which indicates you
over-think your problems, and the 'Ace of Swords', which means
you hope for decisiveness.</I> Jodi Lee translated Asher's
gestures when Evan looked confused and the actress nodded in
thanks.
<I>This card is the 'Page of Wands'. It represents
your surroundings. You do not want to lose yourself and you wish
to stay optimistic. I have also drawn the 'Three of Wands'
reversed. This card says that for you a great undertaking is
about to conclude.</I>
Perhaps that means she'll get her friends back, Jodi
Lee thought after interpreting. She raised an eyebrow at the
other cards Asher had drawn.
<I>The 'Nine of Coins' represents an unhappy ignorant
aristocrat. This card does not apply to you. Its position
indicates a recent opponent or a challenge for your future.</I>
"That woman on the card looks like Jessica," Evan
said.
"Jessica?" Jodi Lee asked.
"A hag I got into it with a few days ago. Never mind
her. What's this card here?"
<I>That is the 'Three of Coins'. It indicates a
great amount of skill and drive. It is your current attitude.
The other three cards are Major Arcana. This one represents your
family and friends. It is the 'Wheel of Fate', which means that
the people you love will continue to greatly influence your life.
This card stands for your hopes and fears. It is 'Temperance'
and fosters joining and unity. It also means you must be
prepared to team with those you love for a coming confrontation
in which you shall play a significant role.</I>
Evan coughed, nervous. "And the final card? I see
it is 'Death'. Does that mean I will die soon?"
<I>No. That card is the culmination of your journey.
It has not yet arrived. I cannot say when it will. 'Death'
indicates a great inescapable trial, either here now or coming
soon. Its outcome will change many things for you and possibly
for the world as well. You, Evan, will play a key part in the
great trial. The presence of 'Death' here re-emphasizes that of
'Temperance'. I am not supposed to do this, but I see you are
uneasy. I will draw one further card.</I>
Asher did so and smiled. <I>'Strength',</I> he
gestured. <I>It means you have fortitude and spirit. With effort
and persistence, you can overcome any situation you face.</I>
"Thank you," Evan said. After calming down, she
looked at Jodi Lee. "What do you suppose these cards could
signify?"
"Don't ask me," Jodi Lee replied. "I know little
about tarot. Simon?"
<I>I cannot say.</I>
Evan gave Asher her most upbeat expression. "I guess
I'll find out when the time comes, huh?"
<I>I do not doubt that.</I>
"You're an interesting person, Simon." Evan shook
hands with Asher and then looked at Jodi Lee. "Grace, I'm glad I
met your brother. Can we please go off and fuck now?"
Asher raised his eyebrows at Jodi Lee. The
Australian agent gave him a gesture that meant she had everything
under control. <I>All right then,</I> the Gypsy replied. <I>I
will wait for you here.</I>
"Nice meeting all of you," Jodi Lee told the people
with Asher. "Please excuse me. I have to go bang this chick."
The youths gasped almost in unison. The portly one
put his hands on his face and moaned as though his personal
universe was exploding. The tall white boy started drooling and
shaking and the black boy with the glasses clapped him on the
back saying, "Matt, control yourself!" The muskrat looked
stricken and then pleased. Asher gave Jodi Lee an upraised thumb
and waved her and Evan off.
"You know, those guys with your brother resembled the
other main characters of 'Dork Tower'," Evan said as she and Jodi
Lee walked towards the stairs. "I was surprised to see them
here."
"I need to read this comic," Jodi Lee said. "It
sounds funny. So, um, I don't mean to offend you, but are you
drug and disease free?"
"Yes," Evan said. "I've had three cinnamon vodka
tonics, but otherwise I'm fine. You?"
"I'm okay. I hope you don't pass out on me." She
shouldn't, Jodi Lee thought. The Inside Out cinnamon vodka
recipe calls for a diluted cocktail. It's an acquired taste but
very good once you get used to it. Evan appears lively and isn't
stumbling a bit.
They walked through the mansion, waving to Manson and
Alicia as they passed them. Jodi Lee and Evan also encountered
other celebrities. Catherine Bell and Kirstie Alley walked by
dressed as the Bride of Frankenstein and a "Star Trek" Borg
queen. Jason Lee ambled past in his "Dogma" character Azrael's
white suit. They also saw Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie,
disguised as Mexican "Day of the Dead" skeletons. Angelina
blinked, recognizing Jodi Lee. The Australian agent recalled
that the A-list actress was a frequent Inside Out guest before
her current marriage. Jodi Lee had been with Angelina three
times. She nodded hello and put a finger to her lips. Evan did
not notice this or Angelina's replying smirk.
Evan and Jodi Lee also again passed Mickey Rourke and
the bizarre trio of Daria, Werewolf and Goth Hippie. The
werewolf of the latter group coughed and separated himself from
his companions. Jodi Lee watched him for a second and then saw
he was heading for the restroom. She continued to follow Evan,
ascending a staircase.
Upstairs, they went down another hall. Evan knocked
on several doors and got back "Occupied!" or similar answers.
Finally she found one with no reply. Evan opened the door and
looked inside, then closed it with a grimace. "Four people are
passed out in there. I guess my old room's the only one left.
Thank goodness I keep it locked, huh?"
"I suppose," Jodi Lee said as they reached a white
door that Evan opened with a key.
"Listen before we go inside." Evan turned to Jodi
Lee and grimaced. "This is just a one time deal. I don't know
you that well and I don't often do this. If it's good, I
wouldn't mind doing it again but I don't want you to expect
that."
"No problem. I was going to say the same thing."
Evan beamed and pushed open the door. Jodi Lee
walked inside after her. The room was dark and well organized.
Evan clicked on a light so that they could see the white double
bed, shelf and dresser inside. "I don't live here anymore," she
said, closing the door slowly. "I moved out last week. Manson
is keeping the room, though."
"So you may get back together?"
"That hasn't been decided." Evan sighed. "The
breakup was more his doing than mine." She faced Jodi Lee and
motioned her close. "Forget him, okay? I want a girl tonight.
It's been a while."
"For me too," Jodi Lee replied. She stepped forward
and into Evan's open arms, kissing the younger woman on the lips.
They broke their kiss and smiled at each other, then collapsed
onto the bed. Embracing and making out again, each woman's hands
went to the other's costume zipper. Tongues collided and hearts
beat heavily as they exchanged body heat.
Jodi Lee slipped the straps of Evan's dress off her
shoulders and grinned at the small pink breasts revealed. She
pecked Evan's lips, then moved down and buffed each of her turgid
nipples. Evan shivered, gasping in response to Jodi Lee's
attentions. The Australian agent licked the young actress's
cleavage, then leaned up and tenderly smacked her mouth.
"I've wanted you for a long time," Jodi Lee told Evan
after the kiss. "Thank you for this."
"You're welcome. Just let me have you too, okay?"
Evan kissed Jodi Lee as she nodded and pulled the older woman's
bustier over her head, exposing brown freckled breasts of medium
size. Evan bussed these orbs and the cleavage between them.
Jodi Lee cuddled Evan's head to her and removed the actress's
wig, then threw it aside.
"I like your hair," she answered Evan's questioning
look.
"I do too. Last week I stopped dying it." Evan
pulled back from Jodi Lee and slipped her dress the rest of the
way off. She was naked beneath. Her shaven pussy's large
clitoris stood out between her long slim legs. "Take your skirt
off for me."
Jodi Lee grinned at Evan's imposing tone and
unsnapped her skirt. She too had gone commando beneath her
costume. Her cunt was bare except for a thin airstrip of black
hair just below her small hooded clit. The women tossed their
clothes away and looked over each other as they reclined on the
mattress. Evan saw the tattoo on Jodi Lee's left thigh and
frowned.
"What's that?"
"Australian Special Air Service. At least one member
of every generation of my immediate family has served in that
military unit. You can touch the symbol if you like."
Evan bent down and ran her fingers across the wings
and dagger. "Who Dares Wins," she read the engraved motto aloud.
"I guess I've dared and won." She stroked Jodi Lee's tunnel,
then moved her head down and put her lips on the older woman's
clit.
Jodi Lee gaped under the vibrations of Evan's breath
and tongue. The actress was only in her early twenties but
incredibly precocious and talented beyond her years. Combined
with her youthful enthusiasm, this lent fervor to Evan's
ministrations which Jodi Lee had never felt before. Not since
Tanya, she corrected, recalling her lover who had died on her
last Special Forces mission. Tanya looked more like Kristanna
Loken than Evan, but their skill is similar. Wow.
Evan entwined her tongue around Jodi Lee's clit and
caressed the older woman's hips. Her nails were sharp and
scratched lines in Jodie Lee's flesh. The Australian agent could
feel her nipples becoming hard points and her juices flowing
heavy. Tides were shaking inside her pussy, stirring her insides
to life like water going through the Great Barrier Reef. "Wait,"
she hissed at Evan. "Not so fast. Turn around, please. I need
to touch you."
Evan nodded and rotated her body. She pressed her
cunt to Jodi Lee's lips. Their heights and builds were about
equal, so this was not difficult. Nude except for their boots
and high-heeled shoes, the two women lapped at each other's wells
and rubbed each other's legs. Their nipples speared each other's
stomachs and their hair moved softly against each other's skin.
They licked and fondled one another freely for
several long moments, each developing a pattern and locating the
other's nerves. When the two women found a rhythm that suited
both of them, they picked up on that measure and stuck to it.
They clenched their thighs tight around one another's heads.
Their cunts opened and tongues darted in and out with building
intensity and speed. Fingers moved, nails clawed and breath
exhaled. Moaning and wailing, Evan and Jodi Lee drove each other
towards climax.
She really is okay, Jodi Lee thought. I doubt anyone
who wasn't would be able to maintain this high a level of
fucking. I guess I should not have worried about her. No one
else should have either, although I suppose I can't blame them.
I hope my report on this infiltration will open minds.
The Australian agent banished those thoughts for now,
though. She wanted to concentrate on combing the desert of
Evan's cunt with her organs. Recalling old analogies from her
ranching days, she grouped the strays of Evan's juices together
with her fingers and herded them towards the tall thrusting rock
that was her clit. Then Jodi Lee hit that rock with the
lightning bolt of her tongue, spooking Evan and making her
emotions shake and stampede.
Jodi Lee then circled the actress's cunt and got her
herd of emotions back under control, keeping them on a path and
steering them away from cliffs and other obstacles. She used
several techniques that drovers from her family ranch had taught
her. Male and female, they had been Jodi Lee's first lovers on
the trail. Her father had never known the true nature of his
daughter's close relationship with his employees when he observed
it develop during her teenage years. Jodi Lee had taken further
lovers as time went on. This included Doug Ramsay and other
students at the Taipei School for International Children and
Tanya Brown and other fellow soldiers once she entered the
military.
She treasured all her lovers, especially those like
Tanya who were no longer alive. It pleased her greatly to add
Evan to the ranks. Comparing notes on them all will have to
wait, Jodi Lee thought. I need to come.
Evan too was using all her knowledge and experience.
She remembered routines all her lovers had taught her and
practiced them again on Jodi Lee. The older woman twisted her
body as she felt Evan's ministrations. Evan grinned, massaging
her legs and sucking down another stream of juice. Evan
approached fucking as if she was performing on stage, taking cues
and other directions and responding with movements and lines.
There was usually no script to sex but freeform improvisation was
something Evan was better at anyway. She enjoyed the
unpredictable and pleased by the ironic and insane.
The women let out sharp intakes and exhales of breath
as their loving continued. Evan giggled as her body temperature
rose, her hair shining in the room's fluorescent lamps. She
paused and clapped her hands, activating a sound trigger that
made the lights go out.
This only bothered Jodi Lee for an instant. She was
skilled at moving in the dark and considered it her element.
There had been a small opal mine on her father's ranch along with
the cattle herds and Jodi Lee had watched many precious jewels
brought forth from that excavation over the years. On occasion,
she had gone down in the mine herself, always receiving a sound
thrashing when she returned. The wonders she had seen and felt
within were worth it.
Her fingers and tongue were exploring Evan's mine now
and Evan was also digging for gems within her grotto. Each woman
pulled hot nectar and pleasurable waves out of the other. They
did to each other things they had done before and things they had
longed to do until the present. Jodi Lee bit and scratched
Evan's legs, then smiled as she watched Evan enjoy the pain
brought on by this. Evan inserted her entire hand into Jodi
Lee's cunt and wiggled her fingers like a windmill, then withdrew
her digits and replaced them with her mouth.
Licking and caressing, actress and agent entangled
themselves with one another. Their flesh was rubbing together,
their spirits joining and their thoughts moving in sync. Jodi
Lee found the blank spaces of Evan's needs and filled them with
ecstasy. Evan did the same for her new friend. All throughout
each woman kept her eyes open and focused on the other. It was
evident to Jodi Lee that Evan too was comfortable in the dark.
As that thought hit her, she felt her emotions flare.
A cyclone erupted inside her body, vibrating and scattering her
inner feelings. Pounding her limbs and crying out, the
Australian agent writhed about on the bed. Evan laughed as she
swallowed the fruits of Jodi Lee's orgasm, pleased and enthused
by what she had caused.
Jodi Lee caught her breath and recovered, then sped
up her own strokes on Evan. The younger woman was limp now,
patient and waiting for her explosion. Jodi Lee did not delay
things. She pulled Evan's thighs open and sucked hard on her
large clit, biting the tip and licking the underside. Evan's
legs tightened around her head and squeezed. Then Evan shook and
held Jodi Lee's head close with her hands, gasping a long note as
she reached her peak.
Evan laughed when her body stopped moving. She
calmed her heart as Jodi Lee turned around and cuddled her in
their afterglow. "Thank you," she said. "That was great."
"Yes," Jodi Lee agreed. She found and kissed Evan's
lips in the darkened room. "It was wonderful." She took a deep
breath, considering. "Evan, can I tell you something?"
"What?"
"My name isn't Grace Packer." Jodi Lee disliked lies
and now it was time to come clean. "It's Jodi Lee Nichols. Doug
Ramsay, Viceroy of the Friendship sent me to spy on you. Our
mutual friend Erika wanted someone to ascertain that you weren't
suffering under your current conditions."
"I guessed all that," Evan said with a smile. "I
recognized both you and Asher from Inside Out. I just didn't let
on. You're the Inside Out senior waitress, right?"
"Yes," Jodi Lee said, surprised. Evan's a better
actress than I thought, she realized. "You're not upset?"
"No. If Erika has to send a near stranger to seduce
me to make sure I'm okay, that's her issue. I will call her soon
and discuss it. I just hope your evaluation has been
satisfactory."
"More than satisfactory," Jodi Lee answered. "It's
been beyond belief." She sighed and gave Evan another kiss.
"Why don't you call Erika now?" she said after the embrace ended.
"I think the timing has been sufficient."
"Yeah," Evan agreed. "The phone's in the other room.
Has she changed her cell number?"
"No. I haven't heard that she has, anyway. She's
probably longing to hear from you. Before you go, how was I?"
"Awesome." Evan smiled and kissed Jodi Lee once
more.
***
Yeah! Gary Parker thought as he moved stealthily away
from the room's cracked door. He had followed Evan and her
female lover upstairs to the one room he knew was unoccupied
after some earlier scouting. Once they were distracted, it was
simple for the tabloid reporter to sneak up, pick the lock and
move the door ajar a little, then get some footage. And, oh, the
things he had seen and heard!
Evan and the other celebrity were two women
passionately attracted to one another and gossip reporters had
tried to get good copy on them for years. Now Gary had that
dirt. He had heard Evan's lover using an Australian accent and
two different names, but he wasn't fooled at all about who she
really was. Doesn't matter if she's not Jodie Foster anyway,
Gary said to himself. I'll just let on that she is.
He could hear the women joining in sex once more
behind him. They were probably going to do it again a few times
before Evan actually went to call "Erika", whoever that was.
Part of Gary longed to hang around and observe, but the better
part of him knew it was time to flee. He didn't want to get
spotted. Besides, he had enough footage already. Gary didn't
know how good his camera was and that it had probably gotten very
little after the lights went out. The words and images he had
recorded should be enough, he decided. Now he just had to escape
the mansion with his co-workers.
"More than satisfactory," he said to himself,
scoffing. "Oh yeah. Mr. Pink is going to pay top dollar for
this!"
<b>To Be Concluded...</b>
***