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Fun and Thieving in Las Vegas	By : mizducky Category: +G to L > Lupin III Views: 2535 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Lola's bedroom door clicks closed behind us, something clicks open in
the sex-lunatic part of my brain. I find myself doing one of my classic leap -
clear - out - of - my - clothes weirdnesses, swan-diving naked into her bed.
Hey, at least I manage to restrain myself from leaping right on top of her.
She's laughing, hands on hips. "Now, how in the hell did you do
that?" she says, waving at the crumpled pile of my abandoned clothes.
"It's a gift." I strike a silly odalisque pose on her bed for a
moment, then start up to my feet, ready to quit goofing around and get more
romantic. But she has a better idea. She gently but firmly pushes me back down
onto the bed.
"I've been known to get naked easy too," she says. "But I
prefer to take my time with it."
She then proceeds to stripease out of her stage costume, that practically
sprayed-on black strapless she'd never had time to change out of when we made
our abrupt departure from the nightclub. It's a really hot, really slow
striptease. God, does she have my number. Red lace lingerie reveal and
everything. And her body is truly magnificent. I could get lost for hours in
just the pink rosettes of her aureoles, the downy flesh of her inner thighs.
When she sits on the edge of the bed to roll down her hose, I scoot over and
wrap my arms around her hips from behind, pillowing my face against her full
round ass. Beneath my hands I can feel the muscles under her fleshy little
belly flex as she bends to her task. Her smell fills my nostrils. I hear myself
growling like some demented animal. I can't help grinning madly.
"You are just a big ol' wolf pup underneath it all, aren't
you?" Denuded of the last bit of lacey underthingery, she breaks out of my
embrace and lays herself down full-length next to me in bed. My face burns; my
cock is instantly at full attention.
"Let's just say I'm a slave to my passions." I pull myself
together somewhat, rise on one elbow and look her in the eyes. "Seriously.
A very willing slave -- hey, I always have the most fun when I let them drag me
around by the balls -- but a slave nonetheless. I'm afraid that's just
something people who hang with me have to put up with."
Then it's her turn to look deep into my eyes. It feels like she's peering
right into my brain. The hairs stand up on the back of my neck.
"I understand," she says, her voice gone all husky. "Perhaps
better than you realize."
And then she pulls me down on top of her.
The next hour or two is a delirious blur of slip-sliding bodies, of fingers
and lips and tongues and teeth investigating nipples and navels and glands and
orifices, of flesh against flesh and flesh within flesh. The tigress in her
makes its reappearance, leaving glorious long scratches down my back and bite
marks on my neck. When I finally enter her, she gasps, her eyes roll back in
her head, and her vagina clamps down on my cock as if prehensile. I begin slow
and smouldering, but at some point she starts insisting "Harder!
Harder!" I oblige. She takes it all and demands more. We reach a pounding
crescendo; we climax together, clutching each other fiercely as we howl at the
moon in unison, primal, insane, unrestrained. And then she continues to orgasm,
over and over, commanding my fingers and mouth and cock to keep her out there
on the edge of ecstasy, shouting to the heavens and shaking me to the root. I
hold on for dear life, astonished at this savage beauty, loving her for sharing
it with me.
Finally we both fall back, spent. As I slowly return to my senses, I feel a
strange vertigo in my heart. Could it be? Could I have finally found a lover
who is as fully a freak in the sack as I am? This is one thing even Fujiko has
never been willing (or perhaps able?) to be for me. Something I've always
dreamed of. I feel the hand of Fate in this, bringing me together with this
woman at this moment.
We do the post-coital pillow-talk thing, our mingled sweat still cooling on
our skin and the bedsheets. She runs a finger down my abs. "I love your
body," she says. "You're slim but it's all muscle. An acrobat's body."
"Comes with the territory. Plus I've got a hyperactive
metabolism."
"I think you got a hyperactive everything." Her finger traces my
treasure trail all the way down. My poor weary cock, even though it's just been
through a twenty-round prizefight, does its best to try and answer the bell yet
again. "Hah. Including this crazy snake. Uncut, too. You don't see that
very often here in the States."
"See? I was lucky right out of the womb. Neither France nor Japan are
big on chopping anything off a man's pride and joy."
Her finger runs back up, finds the faint scar just under my sternum from my
little adventure all those years ago with Clarisse. "This looks
major."
"It was. And that's just the exit wound." I grin wryly.
"Scars tend to heal clean on me, but if you look around you'll find quite
a few."
"As it should be. Frankly I'd be worried if all your adventuring had
failed to leave any mark on you." She slides out of bed, wraps herself in
a pink silk dressing gown, and picks up a cigarette case from her dressing
table. "I could use a little fresh air -- care to join me?"
I climb back into my boxers and undershirt, grab my cigs and follow her
through a sliding glass door to a little outdoor deck. On my way out, I take a
closer look at something that had only peripherally registered on my brain up
to now: another altar. Quietly vibing away in a corner, an even more elaborate
setup than the one in her dressing room at the club. Votive candles flicker
before many icons, throwing atmospheric shadows on their graven faces and
breasts.
We cuddle up on a wicker settee and light up. "So," I say, blowing
a smoke ring, "tell me about the altars. I mean, if you don't mind my
asking."
"Not at all, Curiosity Boy. I was wondering how long it would be until
you got around to that." She smiles, fondles my chin with those dangerous
nails, exhales a stream of smoke. "As you surmised, I am a practitioner of
Voudoun. What we call in the tradition a mambo -- a priestess, a servant of the
divine entities we call lwa. I myself am a devotee of Erzulie, the lwa of love
and pleasure."
"Why does that not surprise me?" I take another drag on my
cigarette. "But you know, I don't recall ever speaking my surmise out
loud."
"You didn't." Her smile is sphinxlike. "But I have a knack
for knowing more than what is spoken aloud."
"Funny, I've been known to do that too. For instance ... your name
isn't really Lola, is it? I'm betting that it's actually Marie."
That rich chuckle bubbles up from her singer's diaphragm. "Oh, you are
good. Yes. I've been going by Lola for years, but it's my middle name, not my
Christian name. I am in fact Marie Laveau VIII, direct lineal descendent of the
original Voodoo Queen of New Orleans."
"Yet another dynasty in my life, huh? But you're a long way from home,
sweetheart."
"Well ... home isn't really home anymore." She exhales another
stream of smoke, looking away and up at the star-brilliant sky. "Not since
Katrina."
I realize I've jostled a wound. "I'm so sorry, ma chere. To have
the heart ripped out of one's ancestral home like that ... My blood
boiled when I read about it. The stupid neglectful bastards."
"Ah, but there's more to that tragedy than you may have heard."
She turns back to me. Her eyes are now emitting a faint but distinct glow. She
trembles ever so slightly. The hairs on the back of my neck begin to stand up
again.
"You see," she says, gesturing with her cigarette as if it is a
magic wand, "the newscasters had it right that it wasn't merely a natural
disaster. But it wasn't only a result of governmental neglect either. Those
levees were old and decrepit to be sure, and the goddam gummint deserved ample
blame for that. But by the grace of the gods and the determined efforts of many
many Voudoun faithful, the levees had managed to hold through every storm up to
that one. No, when the levees broke that time, rest assured, child. They. Had.
Help."
My hunch circuit is now setting my whole nervous system on fire. "And I
take it you have some idea of who or what helped the levees to fall ... ?"
"I can't see it clearly. There are evidently unknown forces blocking
me. But two names keep showing up in my own peculiar investigations."
"And those are?"
She throws her head back. Her eyes glow brighter, redder. "Morningstar.
Geo-core."
Even though my hunch had warned me, I feel like I've taken a punch to the
solar plexus.
And then I'm laughing like a maniac, sliding off the settee and rolling on
the ground. Once again, I am a magnet for coincidence. They're piling up around
me thick and fast. A sure sign that this is going to be one of those real doozy
jobs.
Lola blinks, shakes her head as if to clear it; when she opens her eyes
again they simply twinkle with wry amusement.
Still giggling, I manage to gasp, "You do realize those are the exact
two names at the center of my current investigation."
"I had gotten that impression, yes." Her eyes flash that
preternatural glow again ... and then she laughs, re-breaking the spell.
She pats the seat next to her on the settee. "Now come back up here and
sit with me, love. The lwa have obviously put us on the same path for many
different reasons, and now we have much to talk about."
**************
It turns out there are even more coincidences in store. I divulge our plans
to infiltrate WEC to Lola. She responds, "I might have the perfect cover
for you. How would you and your partners like to be roadies?"
"Don't tell me the Love Bandits are performing at the conference?"
"Yep. Tonight, in fact. Big party for the big brass, baby. We won the
booking months ago. Actually, not quite so great a coincidence as you might
suppose; I sensed there was something going to go down at WEC involving
Geo-Core, and made damn sure I would be there to witness it, whatever it might
be."
"Did you have any inkling it would turn into a Lupin III joint?" I
grin big.
"Not as such. But I had known for some time I was fated to meet a
special man, and I sensed that man might very well be you."
"Thus the standing invitation on your promotional cards."
"Uh-huh. I knew the meeting, if it were in fact fated to happen, would
occur on the lwa's timetable, not mine. So I simply watched and waited, and in
due time all these premonitions commenced to chase each other's tail, until
they all caught up with each other in this moment."
"You know, I've never heard a more apt description of how my own
hunches work. In fact, right now I've got whole swarms of them going off in my
head like air-raid sirens."
I take her hands. "I honestly don't know where we're going with this,
but there is at this point not a doubt in my mind that, yes, we are fated to be
together. I ... I guess I was about to warn you to expect a bumpy ride when you
cruise with me, but on reflection maybe you don't need that warning."
She laughs. "Actually, it may well be I who need to give that warning
to you."
We cuddle and laugh like little kids playing a fabulous fairy-tale game.
Suddenly something distracts me. I listen intently. And then I grin even
bigger than before.
Lola hears it too. Voices. Coming from the far end of the mobile. The
murmurs of conversation are so soft that any rustle of breeze through the
pinons drowns them out, but when all is still I immediately recognize one of
them. After all these years, I'd know that urban hipster baritone drawl
anywhere.
Jigen. With his lady-love. No doubt hanging out like Lola and I are doing,
just out of sight around the corner of the mobile. Oh oh oh oh oh I just can't
resist ...
Lola has recognized the voices too, so when I rise and start to creep
towards the far end of the mobile, she catches my hand. "You're not--"
"Shhhhh!" I put my finger to her lips.
You're not going to go eavesdrop on them, are you? she mouths at me.
I grin still more broadly.
She sees it's useless, rolls her eyes and lets me go. Don't cry to me if
you get spanked, she mouths.
Jigen's nearly as sensitive to stealth approaches as I am, so I put on my
best, most silent moves as I advance on the corner of the mobile. When I'm in
position I freeze. Judging from the flow of conversation, I have remained
undetected. I settle in to listen, knowing Lola's eyes are on my crouching ass
the whole time.
I'm just in time to hear Nessa ask: "So ... how the hell did you ever
wind up partnering with such a crazy-ass dude, anyway? I mean, I think he's a
riot, but even I could imagine him getting on my nerves sooner or later. And
frankly, you seem a little too level-headed for that kind of shit."
He snorts with amusement, as I've heard him do so many times. "Ahhhhh,
yeah. Lupin and me. Well, it all started because he was the first guy ever to
beat me."
"Seriously."
"Oh yeah. He beat my ass but good. And it pissed me off, because he
didn't fight fair -- at least, by my lights, at the time. Of course
since then I've come to realize that's just how he does, but back then all I
knew was that he was winning by pulling all this silly-ass circus shit on me
and it was pissing me right the fuck off. And then, to add insult to injury, he
saved my ass, even though I was still trying my damnedest to kill the crazy
fucker. So then I was indebted to him, which pissed me off even more. But
finally I got it through my thick skull that it was just plain pointless to
stay pissed at the bastard, because he was simply the God - damnedest son of a
bitch I was ever going to meet, and if I didn't quit being such a fucking
pissant about it all, I was going to miss out on the partnership of a
lifetime."
She let out a cackle of laughter. "I love it."
"God help me, I guess I do too. Though you know, he still manages to
piss me off on a regular basis ... "
A beat of silence. Then ...
"Shit!" I exclaim out loud. I find myself deep in the foliage of
the nearest pinon tree -- jumped up there so fast I barely registered doing so.
Pure hunch in action -- it wasn't until somewhere during my leap up up and away
into the tree that I heard the metallic rattle of the Combat Magnum whipping
through that lightning-fast draw. Trust Jigen to have his gun close at hand
even after having just made love.
No shot is fired -- at this point I've made enough noise that he should
realize it's me. Now I'm staying hidden because I know he's fixing to get even.
A couple of seconds pass in silence. I'm just about to call truce and break
cover when -- crunch of gravel and WHAP.
I see stars. Next minute I find myself in a heap under the tree. A bump is
already rising on the side of my head.
"You fucker, that hurt!" I laugh, finding the thumb-sized rock on
the ground near my face. Yup, world's best marksman, no matter what the weapon.
I clamber to a sitting position, gingerly rubbing the now-throbbing bump.
"You fucker, it only hit your fucking head," he laughs. He comes
over and offers me a hand up. He's wearing only shorts and undershirt too ...
and of course the Magnum, shoved into the back waistband of the boxers. Hat is
nowhere to be seen, though. Yay! She got the goddamn hat off his head!
Then I focus a bit more and notice Nessa standing at his shoulder, cackling
like a madwoman. She's wearing only panties -- oh what a gorgeous tomboy
totally-ripped body, pert little breasts perched on taut pectorals, biceps
girdled with swirls of tattoo. And there's Jigen's hat, on her head.
I hear more laughter from behind. And then I yelp as sharp fingernails clamp
down on my right ear.
"I told him he was gonna get spanked if he did that," laughs Lola.
"Sorry for the interruption, dawlin's; I'll try to keep a better hold on
him next time."
"Don't mention it," Jigen grins. "I'm used to it by
now,"
"Oh, like you wouldn't have done the exact same thing if you were --
OW!" The fingernails have bitten deeper into my ear.
"C'mon, bad dog, it's back to the kennel for you." She gives the
ear a good stiff yank and I yelp again.
Everyone laughs, including me, as I get hauled away. I can't wait to see
what Lola has lined up for my punishment.
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