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Voodoo (mc, md, mf, ff)

Chapter 1 - The Offer

Bob Stanford was mixing his third gin and tonic when he felt a firm slap
on the back. He turned around and saw Ted Wilson standing there smiling
at him.

"Hey Bob, how's it going?" Ted said cheerfully.
 
"Hey Ted", he replied.
 
Bob had never considered Ted to be a close friend, and actually found
him slightly obnoxious, but they both belonged to the same country club
and often traveled in the same social circles so they had at least
become acquaintances.
 
Ted's wife, Victoria, stood next to him with her arm around his waist as
Ted absent-mindedly ran his hand back and forth across her ass. Bob
always thought that Victoria was one of those women who looked like she
had just stepped out of a fashion magazine. She had long blonde hair and
sparkling blue eyes with a radiant smile that seemed to automatically
put you at ease. Her firm slender body had curves in all the right
places and it was obvious that she worked out several times a week to
maintain her sumptuous figure. Victoria always chose to let Ted do most
of the talking and she laughed at all of Ted's jokes no matter how lame
they were. Seeing her with Ted, Victoria could easily have been mistaken
for your stereotypical dumb blonde but Bob always suspected that there
was more to her than met the eye.
 
"Great party you got here", Ted said with another slap to Bob's arm.

"Well if there's one thing Tracy knows how to do", Bob replied darkly,
"it's spend my money."

Sensing that Bob was upset and needed to talk to someone, Ted turned to
Victoria and said, "Vickie, why don't you go find Tracy and see if she
needs any help."

Ted was the only one who Victoria allowed to call her Vickie. She
insisted that everyone else call her Victoria and became indignant if
they failed to do so.

Flashing her brilliant smile, Victoria said, "Yes dear", in a sweet
little girl voice, before giving Ted a passionate kiss and turning to
leave. Both men watched her ass gently sway as she walked away until she
disappeared into the crowd.

"So what's the problem?" asked Ted. "This is a party and you're supposed
to be having a good time."

Taking a sip of his drink, Bob turned to Ted and said, "How do you do
it?"

"How do I do what?" replied Ted.

"How do you get Victoria to act like that?" bob asked as he gestured in
the direction that Victoria had disappeared.  "When Tracy and I were
first married five years ago we couldn't get enough of each other. We
used to go everywhere together and we used to make love almost every
night, sometimes even two or three times a night. Now, I hardly ever see
her and when I do she's usually either too tired or has some other
feeble excuse for not wanting to have sex. I'm starting to think that
she only married me for my money and I'm afraid she's going to leave me.
You don't seem to have that problem with Victoria, so how do you do it?"

Ted stood there and thought for a moment and then after looking around
to ensure that no one was listening, he said in a quiet voice, "I'll
tell you how to make Tracy act like Victoria if you give me something in
return."

Suddenly intrigued by Ted's mysterious behavior, Bob leaned forward and
asked, "What do you want?"

"I want a weekend with Tracy." 

"Excuse me?" Bob said, unsure of what he had just heard.

"I want a weekend with Tracy", Ted repeated matter-of-factly.

Bob couldn't believe that Ted had the nerve to even suggest such a
thing. He had noticed the way that Ted was always ogling Tracy but he
never realized how much Ted wanted her until now. "You're crazy", Bob
said angrily. "Even if she agreed, what makes you think I'd let you
spend a weekend with my wife?"

"It's up to you", Ted said with a smug expression. "But if you change
your mind, I'll be at the club all day tomorrow."

"Go to hell", Bob shouted. "I should have known better than to share my
problems with an asshole like you."

"Suit yourself", Ted replied before turning and walking away.

Bob looked around to see if anyone had heard their conversation and he
saw Tracy giving him a disapproving look. In response, he quickly downed
his drink and turned to make himself another.



Chapter 2 - The Decision

Bob lay in bed watching Tracy carefully brushing her hair in the
bathroom. He loved the way her long fiery red hair and flashing green
eyes made her smooth white skin look like fine porcelain. Even through
the flannel nightgown she wore, he could see the outline of her full
round breasts and wide curvaceous hips. He wasn't sure that it was
possible, but she seemed more beautiful than the day he had married her.
As she climbed into bed and lay down beside him, he leaned over and
gently kissed her on the cheek as his hand slowly rubbed her firm
stomach.

"You're drunk", she said in disgust. "I can smell the liquor on your
breath."

"I may have had a few drink but I'm certainly not drunk", he replied as
his hand slid slowly upward towards her breasts.

"And what was with that outburst between you and Ted Wilson?"

"He said something that I didn't like so I told him to go to hell", he
explained as he gently kissed Tracy's neck.

"Is that all?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I've never
been so embarrassed in all my life."

Realizing that he was getting nowhere, Bob decided to take a more direct
approach. Propping himself up on one elbow, he looked down at Tracy and
said, "Are we going to have sex or not?" He then reached down to and
gently squeezed one of her nipples.

Firmly taking his hand and pulling it away, she looked him in the eye
and said, "I'm tired and I just want to get some sleep". She then rolled
away from him and pulled the covers up around her neck.

"But it's been over a week", he pleaded.

"I'm sorry if I'm not a machine that can perform for you at the flip of
a switch", she replied coldly. "Now are you going to behave yourself or
should I go and sleep in the guest room?"

Bob's only response was to flop down on the bed with a sigh of
frustration as he reached over and turned out the light. He lay awake
for several hours thinking about Tracy's attitude and Ted's offer.
Wasn't letting a man spend a weekend with his wife a small price to pay
to get back the woman that he had married? Was Tracy bored with him and
thinking of leaving him? Did she not want to have sex with him because
she was seeing another man? How long could he hold out before
desperation led him into the arms of another woman? He had already been
tempted several times but had managed to control himself so far. He
loved Tracy more than he ever thought possible, but he knew that he had
his limits and that, if things kept going the way they were, he was
rapidly approaching those limits. As he finally fell asleep just before
dawn, he had come to a difficult decision.



Chapter 3 - The Deal

Ted was sitting at the bar drinking a beer when he felt a tentative tap
on his shoulder. Without turning around, he gestured for Bob to sit down
at the stool next to him. "I knew you'd come", he said quietly.

Bob ordered a beer for himself and another one for Ted. "How did you
know?" he asked.

"Because I've been right where you are. When Vickie and I first got
married we were just like you and Tracy. We were inseparable and deeply
in love. But I guess familiarity breeds contempt because, as time went
by, Vickie became increasingly cold and distant. It got so bad that a
week could go by without us saying two words to each other. I really
think that Vickie was about to leave me when I found the solution to my
problem."

"What solution?" Bob asked excitedly.

"Before I tell you", Ted replied, "you know what I want in return. So do
we have a deal?"

Bob thought for a moment then said, "I don't think I could ever get
Tracy to agree to spend the weekend with you, and I won't force her to
go against her will."

"No of course we won't force her" Ted chuckled. "But by the time they're
done with her, she'll gladly agree to anything you suggest. Now do we
have a deal or don't we?"

"Who are they?" Bob asked, trying to buy time.

"Do we have a deal or not?" Ted repeated, becoming visibly annoyed.

Realizing that his time was up and he had to make a decision, Bob took a
deep breath and nodded his head. The two men shook hands as Bob said
impatiently, "What do I have to do?"

In response, Ted reached into his pocket and placed a business card on
the bar in front of Bob.

Bob picked up the card and looked at it. Written in gold engraved
letters were the words "Madame Lacroix, Voodoo Priestess" and an
address. "Voodoo priestess?" Bob exclaimed in disbelief. "You must be
joking."

"No joke", Ted replied. "She really is a voodoo priestess and she can
help you with your problem, just like she helped me with mine. Go and
see her first thing Monday morning. I've already phoned her and told her
you were coming. Explain to her what your problem is and ask her for her
help."

"I don't know about this", Bob said with hesitation in his voice.

Seeing that Bob was on the verge of backing out of their agreement, Ted
placed his hand on Bob's arm and said, "Do you want to lose Tracy the
way I almost lost Vickie?"

Bob shook his head. The thought of losing Tracy heightened his
desperation and strengthened his resolve to do anything to keep that
from happening, no matter how bizarre it seemed.

"I didn't think so", Ted replied smugly. "Now if you'll excuse me I
think I'll take a quick dip in the pool before I go home to Vickie and
have a real workout", he said with a nudge and a wink. As he stood up to
leave, he paused and said, "By the way, don't forget to bring your
checkbook. Madame Lacroix doesn't work cheap." He then turned and
disappeared towards the dressing rooms.

For several minutes, Bob just sat there and stared at the card before he
asked the bartender for a gin and tonic. Then as an afterthought, he
told the bartender to make it a double.



Chapter 4 - The Priestess

First thing Monday morning Bob found himself walking down the plush
corridor of an uptown high-rise office building. He checked the business
card for the fourth time to make sure that he was at the right address.
This didn't seem to him like the kind of place that you would find a
voodoo priestess. He had expected a dingy little shop on some deserted
side street or an unmarked door in some alley. This seemed more like
kind of place where you find doctors and lawyers. Even then, only the
best doctors and lawyers could afford an office in this building. When
he found the office with "Madame Lacroix" written on the door in big
letters, he decided that he was in the right place. After standing there
for several minutes trying to work up the courage to go in, he took a
deep breath and opened the door.

Inside, he found a modestly decorated reception area with a half dozen
chairs and a coffee table with assorted magazines. On one side, a young
man sat behind a large wooden desk typing away at a computer. Again, Bob
checked the name on the door to make sure he had the right place.

"Come on in", called the young man as he stopping typing. "If you're
looking for Madame Lacroix then you've come to the right place."

Bob closed the door and walked over to the desk. "M-my name is Bob
Stanford and I believe I have an appointment." 

"Ah yes, Mr. Stanford", said the young man cheerfully. "Mr. Wilson told
us you'd be coming. I'll let Ms. Lacroix know that you are here." He
then picked up the telephone and pushed a button. "Ms. Lacroix? Mr.
Stanford is here for his appointment." A few moments later he replaced
the receiver and, gesturing towards a set of double doors, he said, "Ms.
Lacroix says that you should go right in."

"Thank you", said Bob as he headed for Ms. Lacroix's office. Taking
another deep breath to steady his nerves, Bob turned the knob and opened
the door. As Bob entered the office, he discovered that it was similar
to the reception area. Pictures of tropical locations hung on the walls
and a large leather couch sat off to one side. Across from the door, sat
a large wooden desk with a chair on either side.

Bob had expected on older woman, but was delighted to see that the woman
rising from her desk to greet him was in her mid-twenties. Her ebon skin
appeared flawless and her deep dark eyes seemed to burn with an inner
fire. She was wearing a brown tweed business suit and a simple white
blouse. "Please come in and have a seat, Mr. Stanford", she said
brightly.
 
"Are you Madame Lacroix?" Bob asked tentatively. "The voodoo priestess?"
 
"Voodoo priestess?" she chuckled. "You must have one of my old business
cards. Now days I prefer to be called a spiritual councilor."

"No offense but you're not all what I expected", Bob said as he sat
down.

"Let me guess", she said with a wry smile. "You expected a withered old
hag with tattoos wearing some sort of strange outfit and waving snakes
over a bubbling cauldron."

"Something like that" Bob laughed.
 
"Don't let my appearance fool you Mr. Stanford. I am much older than I
appear. Now if you don't mind, I am pressed for time. So if you would
kindly explain why you wanted to see me, I would greatly appreciate it."

Bob nodded and proceeded to explain the problems he was having in his
marriage and how Ted had indicated that she could help him.

As soon as Bob had finished, Ms. Lacroix turned and looked out the
window, deep in thought. After a few moments of silence she turned back
around to Bob and said, "Even voodoo cannot make your wife love you, Mr.
Stanford, but for a fee of $50,000 I can release your wife's passions. I
just cannot guarantee that she will be passionate about you. She may
meet another man that she finds more desirable and leave you for him.
However, for an additional $50,000 I can guarantee that she will be
loyal and obedient to you for as long as you desire. It won't be love
but she will be completely devoted to you and will be unable to cheat on
you or leave you for another man. This is what your friend Mr. Wilson
wanted from his wife. The decision is entirely up to you."

The word obedient made a chill run down Bob's spine but he didn't want
to pay $50,000 and run the risk of having Tracy run off with another
man. After all, it was his fear of losing her that had driven him to
such drastic measures in the first place. He remembered the way Victoria
had acted around Ted and he convinced himself that if he could get Tracy
to act like that around him then he would be happy. "I want to do this
right", he told the priestess, "so I'll pay you the $100,000. Just tell
me who to make the check out to and what I have to do."

Ms. Lacroix smiled at him and said, "As you wish. There is a resort on a
small island in the Caribbean called San Pablo. As soon as you get home
today, call them and make a reservation for a week's stay starting this
Friday. My receptionist will give you their business card on the way
out. On Friday, bring your wife to the resort and pay them the fee of
$100,000. During your stay, it is necessary for us to borrow your wife
for a couple of days. When we return her to you, she will be devoted and
obedient as you have requested. Are there any questions?"

"What do you mean you have to borrow my wife? Won't she be upset about
being kidnapped?" Bob inquired.

"Do not be concerned, Mr. Stanford", the priestess reassured him. "She
will be returned to you unharmed and with no memory of ever being
abducted. Now, if you have no further questions, I have another
appointment in 5 minutes."

Bob stood up and shook Ms. Lacroix's hand before turning to leave. But
as he reached the door he stopped. "I have just one more question."
 
"You want to know why I do this don't you?" the priestess said with a
knowing smile.

Bob nodded.

"For many years I lived in poverty on the island that you will see on
Friday. I now live in a deluxe penthouse apartment with a view of the
river. Why do you think I do it Mr. Stanford?"

Bob just smiled at her before turning and leaving her office.



Author's note:
This is the first story that I have posted to the Internet and I hope
you enjoy it. I apologize for any incorrect spelling, grammar or
punctuation. I am not a writer by trade and it is difficult to proofread
your own material. I anxiously await any feedback that I receive. It is
not necessary to go into great detail (although any helpful comments
will be greatly appreciated). It is sufficient to tell me whether I
should post further stories (which I have) or stick to my day job and
never bother this newsgroup again. Please send all suggestions and
opinions to mc_writer@hotmail.com.


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