:WELCOME HOME MR. E.” – Glad You Are Home Safe…

Just so you would know, how much you are always on my heart, mind, and soul. You needed a getaway to an exotica place, in the Caribbean. But, as always…we are glad to have you back home, and safe with us. That said…I made a little something special, and just for you. I hope it tickles your fancy…just a tad. Always Your Biggest Fan…XOXOXO’s!🤩🤗😇🙏💝🌹


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TEASER – BLURB

Passage From Decadence

│TIME FOR JULIA’S OLD SCHOOL LESSON

If there ever was a woman that epitomized the attributes of an “old school diva”, it is my dear friend Stella. She is a woman cut from a rare mold: Charm and a type of class that covers a pair of big, brassy balls. There aren’t many around like her, but they do still exist. It is always best to stay in her good graces because once you cross her, that’s it. You will learn a lesson in offensive degeneracy, for this is where Stella is her most strategic.

I can do no more than speculate about what occurred in that hotel room on that infamous night amongst our unlikely trio. I can tell you that, whatever did happen, it left behind its painful scars on both women. Julia and Stella became instant enemies for reasons far beyond the comprehension of outsiders.

One thing about “libertines”, they are a very unique group and, it goes without saying, they form their own set of rules- and Julia broke the cardinal of those rules on that infamous night. In Stella’s mind, Julia had crossed the line and had forgotten her place and the role that she was to play on that night. Stella, being the diva that she is, sensed rather quickly that this girl was trying desperately to put Stella in a place where she felt she belonged. I can tell you, when it comes to Stella, there is no such “place”. She determines her own worth and position, especially when it comes to other women. Julia, being young and foolish, was in for it by merely thinking she could decide where Stella should be.

Stella, truth be known, could have cared less if Julia and Bart had been previous lovers. She didn’t give a damn about her being younger, thinner, or whatever. What mattered to her on that night, more than anything else, was that this woman had attempted to make Stella the consummate “groupie”. To our girl’s way of thinking, Julia was the true groupie because she had more information about her than Ms Julia could have imagined. Between you and me, she had all that she needed.

It all began with a phone call that Julia made to Bart one Tuesday morning. She had a rather in-depth conversation with him about Stella. In my opinion, this was a typical tactic of a woman without any real skills. Oh sure, this is a play for power, but a poor one. And since she had to make her little power play, Stella decided that it would be here that Julia’s lesson would begin.


During her phone call with Bart, Julia expressed her distaste for Stella. She went on to inform him that she felt that Stella was bossy, stuffy and, most of all, bitchy. As she continued on, Stella sat on the sofa in Bart’s office, listening intently with her eyes fixed on Bart’s mouth. She didn’t want to miss a syllable of what he had to say, nor the secondhand information that he obtained from Julia. Bart had little idea that he was arming Stella with all the weapons that she would need to assert her power and retaliation for the offense she had suffered at the hands of this woman. This young woman, in Stella’s eyes, had gall: How dare she go so far as to demand that Bart relinquish his feelings for her by releasing her immediately from his life? Oh, she remained calm as Bart went into detail about his disturbing conversation with Julia, but inside she was smoldering. She thought to herself, “No that little bitch did not try to cut my damn throat like that! Oh, I’m going to fucking show you, you silly assed heffa, I’m gonna get your ass. I will show you just how the game is played, slut!” She managed a smile or two during her conversation with Bart as her mind laid out the plans for Julia’s demise while she sat right there on the sofa.

The woman actually told Bart that Stella was no good for him! She felt that Stella was too old, and that she lacked a certain “coolness”. Julia, Julia, Julia…Girlfriend, you just put the last nail in your own coffin. She didn’t realize that by bashing Stella to Bart, he’d become dismayed by her accusations and paranoia. He started to wonder precisely what caliber of woman Julia was and why he’d gotten involved with her to begin with. It made him somewhat uncomfortable to think that he’d possibly made an error in judgment.

Stella, while listening to him elaborate on his conversation with Julia, inquired rather abruptly about his opinion of the phone call. She baited him for a response and he had no choice but to answer because he knew. He knew the type of woman that he was now dealing with and his instincts were right on the money. Stella, from the word go, had held him to a higher standard of chivalry than any other woman he had ever encountered. He knew he had to step up to the plate and he began his oration of displeasure with Julia’s statements with a bit of a growl in his voice. Stella wanted to chuckle as she listened, but she didn’t. She simply waved her hand for him to continue with his comments.


“Well,” she said, tilting her head to one side.”

“What are we going to do about ‘Little Miss Thing’? “Do you think she’s sincere?”

“Does she have your best interest at heart, or are her motives more sinister?”

As she spoke, they made eye contact and smirked, giving each other that look. You know the one: The look of agreement and approval that says that their thoughts were completely in sync.

“Damn!!!”


By stating those words to Bart, Stella was prompting and prodding him into visualizing Julia’s true intent. She did this the only way any “true old school diva” would- with great craftiness. I think other players before her said it best: “Don’t hate the player, hate the game.” She knew that by making those statements to Bart, she had prompted him to ponder his thoughts a little bit deeper than usual, thus compelling his responses to be more agreeable with her.

As he carried on his conversation with Stella about Little Miss Julia, Bart turned to look out of his office window. Baffled, a strange frown came over Stella’s face. She needed to see his expression so that she could gage his emotions. Bart, himself being of very sharp wit, was aware of this trait of hers. He simply wanted to hide his thoughts from her prying eyes for a minute, because he knew that in the end, she would be correct in assessment of Julia’s true motives. After a moment of silence, she spoke to him and you could hear the doom in her voice. She, with a stroke of her tongue, had set the wheels of demise in motion. She stood up, and walked over to Bart’s desk and stared deeply into his eyes, compelling him not to look away. Then she simply said, “I’ll tell you what, let’s stir the pot a little. I can tell that you are terribly fond of this young woman and, after our brief encounter, I’m aware of the intimate connection between the two of you. I have no desire to take or add to that because she’s part of your past. It is my goal, however, to insure that she will not be a part of your future- know that.”

She stood there smiling at him, her expression assuring him that there would be no evading her primary goal. He smiled back, a bit devilishly and said, “Tell me what you have in mind.” Stella’s smile got wider: She knew that he wouldn’t be able to resist the intrigue. “I want you to call her and invite her to your house for, shall we say, a little decadent fun.” Bart’s eyebrows rose with curiosity and pleasure. Stella kept her eyes affixed upon his, never blinking once. She was serious and she wanted an answer. This girl was on a mission and she had no intention of being stopped.


“Stella,” began Bart cautiously…

“I don’t know about all of that.

“It’s obvious that you two will never truly like each other, so I’m not sure that she’ll come.”

“Shit..you know she’s terribly upset about my having a relationship with you.”


He sat looking up at her as if she were his mother, cajoling him into doing the right thing. I can say, in this case, that nothing could be further from the truth. In her mind, she had already requested for him to do the right thing; she was simply waiting for him to actually do it. She is, after all, a brassy Southern belle: This is her way of life. You would have to be one to understand their standard of etiquette. A true Southern belle makes her requests in such a way that the possibility of denial is never considered. I often shake my head in amazement at this fact.

Stella slapped her hands down on his desk to get his full attention. “Listen, you have the power to make this happen. I personally think it would be very educational for all of us, plus, if you could get in on some good, clean, decadent fun…why not? Oh yes, my darling, she’ll come for you, literally,” she said somewhat sarcastically. She knew that he would not be able to resist this temptation and, as usual, she was right. Bart looked at her and nodded his head. “Alright, I’ll put in a call to her, and then I’ll wait for her to respond.” Stella took a small step back and slapped her hands together, squinted her eyes and then spoke in a very stern voice. “My dearest, you will do nothing of the sort. We will not wait for her to get back to us at her whim! We make the deal and we close all in the same phone call. You tell her to be there or don’t waste our time. Your time and my time are far more valuable than she gives merit. I think it’s time for a change, what about you?”

There it was, dangling out in the open, the entranceway to her trap. She was setting these two up with such skill and craftiness that they weren’t even aware of it. It was an attribute that she always referred to as the essentials for any true Southern belle. These are truly some of the smartest and proudest women I know, but they are also some of the most ruthless. Stella’s plan was unfolding masterfully. Julia’s demise would be carried out with great precision and attention to detail. After all, everyone knows that the interesting parts are in the details. With that in mind, she picked up Bart’s phone and handed it to him. “Make the call…now. You want answers to many of your questions? Well, you’re about to get them.”

Bart took the receiver from her hand while staring at her bemusedly. “My god, you are pushy this morning. What are you really up to, Stella?” he asked. Stella merely shrugged her shoulders noncommittally. Bart continued to look at her for a moment longer, and then began to slowly dial Julia’s number, with his partner in crime watching and waiting.

There were four rings before Julia finally answered the phone. “Hey, Baby,” she said, not realizing that she was on speakerphone. “What’s up! Why are you calling me from your office instead of your cell phone?” Bart smirked, pausing for a second or two, and then he responded calmly, “I can’t call you from my office phone? I have a special request for a special lady that couldn’t wait.” He looked at Stella and winked at her. He knew that he had to do something, make some type of gesture. “Well, can I call you from my office, or would you prefer that I called you on my cell?” Julia didn’t respond verbally, but instead let out a most unladylike guffaw. Stella sat on the sofa, frowning and shaking her head from side to side. The more Julia did over the phone, the more ammunition she was giving Stella to destroy her. She was, unfortunately, none the wiser.

Bart continued the conversation, keeping it light and steady. “I’m having a little get together for three before Stella goes out of town this week. I really don’t want to be alone with her. Will you come over and hold my hand, so to speak?” he asked, sounding helpless. He knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Julia would never pass up an invitation like this one. He knew there would be one answer from her lips and one answer only. Without fail, her answer came: “Yes, I’ll be there, you just leave that old bitch to me. She needs somebody like me to deal with her uppity ass. I really can’t stand that bitch. How could you even get mixed up with someone like that? She doesn’t seem like your type, or one of our kind. Yeah, you invite her and I’ll be there, she won’t get past me. I’ll get rid of that old whore for you, once and for all!” She followed up her statements with another loud peal of laughter. Bart, for the first time, was little put off by Julia’s statement. Deep down, he was becoming awfully fond of Stella and he didn’t like this girl poking fun at her in such an impertinent manner.

He smiled and signaled to Stella to remain calm. He really had no need to tell her that; she was too busy gathering information for her revenge. She wasn’t going to spoil her chance to end Julia’s “reign of terror”, not in a million in years. Her mind was fixed on one thing: Julia’s demise, which any woman of Stella’s caliber will tell you, is the big picture. Anyway, back to the situation at hand.

Stella leaned over to Bart’s ear and asked him to have Julia come to his home around eight thirty in the evening. He made the request, and Julia did not hesitate to comply with him. However, before she brought the conversation to an end, she made an even bolder move. She softly inquired if she could ask him something. A puzzled look came over his face as he said, “Yeah, you know that you can ask me anything.” Hell, my girl Stella was curious her damned self.


“Bart,” Julia began rather coyly, “you know there’s a party tomorrow night in Midtown. There are going to be some ‘ballers’ and ‘shotcallers’ there. Will you accompany me? I don’t want to go alone. There’ll be a lot of honeys looking for a nice, good looking, rich guy like you. Baby, it’ll be like old times.” As she finished speaking, Bart was furious. He managed to keep his calm through the gestures and sign language of Stella.

Stella, wittingly, whispered in his ear to agree. He shook his head to say no, but she took her knee and nudged him as hard as she could without making too much of a sound. He grunted and Julia asked him if he was okay. “Yes,” he replied tightly. “I’ll go to the party with you, just be at my house tonight” As he went to say his goodbyes, she dropped the other bomb from her end of the phone. “By the way,” she said, ever so casually, “do you think that you can take me to get my hair done tomorrow?” Bart turned red as he yelled,” WHAT?!?!” Julia quickly replied, “I would, but I just don’t have the funds available. I had to pay rent and I bought some new clothes for tomorrow night. Please, please, my head looks a mess.” Bart was so inflamed that he wanted to call the entire evening off. Before he could do so, Stella stopped him by whispering in his ear, “Let us go on with things as planned. You and I will deal with Ms Julia in the only way she understands: GHETTO STYLE. Tell her that it’s all good and hang up the damned phone. Just make sure she shows up, okay?” Bart did just that and before he hung up, Julia gave her word that she would be there.

After he hung up, Stella walked around his desk and sat on it, directly in front of him. “Do you believe the gall of that bitch now, Bart?” she asked. He placed his head in her lap and began shaking it from side to side. “What do they want from me Stella? I have been nothing to them but the good time boy. She really doesn’t care for me, does she? All this time, it’s just been a little pretend game so I could grease her pockets. Now, I’m pissed! Baby, all she wants from me is to use me, and show me off in front of her groupie friends. THAT FUCKING BITCH!!!” he shouted.

Stella slowly stroked all the hairs at the front of his head to the back, and then she pulled his head up with a few of the strands that she had wound around her fingers. She had decided that this time, she would walk and talk softly, but she was still carrying her yardstick. This was another one of those Southern belle thangs!!!


“Don’t worry, my dear,” she cooed. “We will use her also. Some lessons can’t be taught, they must be learned. I fear that Ms Julia will learn her lesson this day the hard way and she could not have found a better teacher than me. You simply leave this all to me. Don’t worry, I won’t allow anyone to ruin what we have. If we destroy it ourselves, that’s fine, but no one, and I do mean no one, will do so. Do we have a deal?” As Stella finished her sermon, Bart was a great deal calmer.

“Listen,” she told him, “I’ve got to get to work, so I’ll see the two of you tonight at your place. I’ll be there promptly at seven o’clock.” Bart looked puzzled and asked, “Why will you be at my place so early?” He stared at her intently, trying to discern her motives. Her response was simple: “Oh, it’s a girl thing.” Bart looked away and muttered under his breath, “You mean more like a ‘Stella’ thing.” She pretended not to hear him and kissed him goodbye and set off for work. As she left his office, she felt a strange calmness. Now, knowing Stella as I do, I knew that once this devious plan of hers was set in place, havoc would be created. The sad part about it was, that the planning of it had started on that fateful night that these three had first come together. Julia had no idea what a devious enemy she had created and had no idea what was in store for her. Her pain was coming for her, ‘Old School Diva” style and she would never forget it.

I was really shocked that Bart gave Stella as much free reign as he did. Perhaps our dear girl was beginning to grow on him. After all, it was from the information that he’d given her that she was able to come up with such an impious plan. I think that, deep down within him, he really wanted to see the full extent of her wrath, as this would give him further insight into her psyche. He also reveled in the fact that, for once, a woman was protecting his interests. Talk about a cock strutting around the barnyard! Bart, Bart, Bart…what are we going to do with you?

After a hard day’s work, Stella, impatiently as ever, began her journey northward on Peachtree Industrial. Miramont was beckoning her, calling out to her very essence. I don’t believe that she ever realized the significance of what she was about to do. Her determination and ego were all that guided her to that enclave set in the midst of winding roads and immaculate grounds. She had no opportunity to enjoy the simple beauty of her surroundings on this evening: Her brain was preset on ‘Slaughter of the Lamb’ and she was on full tilt. Julia, when it was all said and done, was going to be toast.

As she pulled into the driveway, Bart was waiting patiently by the pool. I believe that the soothing waters of his waterfall calmed his nerves a bit. He sat there at the patio table as if this was going to be another ordinary night, when all things were to the contrary. Great peril and mischief were afoot; it didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that. It is my belief that, deep down, he was feeling a little sorry for Julia because a small part of him still cared for her. Yet, he was still angry at her derogatoriness on the phone earlier that day. HHHMMM!!! This is very interesting, I wonder if he’ll still give Stella free reign, or will he stop her at the last minute? Yes, the plot truly thickens.

Stella stood in his doorway for a few seconds and watched him. He never realized that she had pulled up, or that she was in his house watching him. She wondered what was on his mind and asked herself two pertinent questions: Am I doing the right thing tonight? Should I call this entire thing off? Why she was questioning herself at this point was beyond me. They may have been pertinent to her, but we all know that they were really rhetorical ones. She was not leaving that house until she had done what she came to do, plain and simple.


“Bart,” she called, trying to get his attention. When he didn’t respond, she frowned and called his name again, only this time it was a little louder. “Bart, what the hell are you thinking about? Wake up, darling, this is going to be a very long evening. Are you going to be up for this?” There was a very long silence, and then he shook his head saying, “What are we, Baby…animals?” Stella looked at him and, for a few seconds she truly felt his grief and wondered a bit of the same. Then fate took over and the doorbell rang: It was Julia, arriving a little bit early, in hopes that she would make it there before Stella. Any iota of guilt that Stella had about what she and Bart were about to do, instantly went out the window. Anyone could see that these two bitches were about to really face off.


Suddenly, a smug look came over Stella’s face as she looked at Julia coming through the gate to the pool. “Good evening, Julia,” she said pleasantly. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.” Julia’s guard dropped as she realized that she’d been outmaneuvered. Stella pretended not to notice the girl’s look of consternation as she continued, saying, “Bart and I are truly pleased that you agreed to come, we quite a wonderful evening planned.” She then gave her a rather beguiling smile. Julia smiled back, visibly relaxing and believing that she was back in control.

Julia must be crazy as hell; I would never trust a woman like Stella. That damned woman is far too dangerous to be allowed to go around freely. She really is dangerous, borderline certifiable. She was out for blood and she would get it, not with fangs, but with, shall we say a kiss of death. She watched as Julia settled herself, smiling as her victim asked our two co-conspirators what was up for the night. The two of them looked at each other, then looked at her and smilingly said simultaneously, “Oh, a little bit of this and that.” Stella began to rub Julia’s hand seductively, and asked her, “Are you game tonight, darling?” Now, if that would have been me, a cold chill would have come over my body, but Julia is one of those women that are easily fooled. Her mind was fixed on Bart, whom she thought was all hers.


“Ladies,” Bart interjected. “Can I get you anything to drink? I have a few bottles of Dom chilling in the fridge; they should be ready by now.” Julia, immediately jumped on what she thought was the bandwagon. “Damn Bart, it’s just like old times, isn’t it?” she said loudly. She then walked over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, and then looked at Stella with a snide smile. Stella merely smiled at this foolish girl. She knew that Julia expected a response from her, probably hoping that she would leave. Julia just didn’t know that this night was all about her and her permanent dismissal from Bart’s life.

Stella waited patiently until Bart made eye contact with her, and then she responded to his question. “I’ll have the McCallan with a Coke back, and make sure it’s the twenty-five year old bottle.” Bart nodded his head, knowing what her response meant: When Stella wanted her Scotch, she was displeased and it was on. He went into the house, fixed the drinks, and returned with them on a little rolling cart that contained all sorts of goodies underneath it.

As everyone received their cocktail of choice, they started drinking, relaxing and having a good time. Bart and Stella poured that champagne down Julia’s throat like water and they went through two and a half magnums of Dom. Stella, the so called lightweight of the group, drank that Scotch like it was well water. She was no where nearly as intoxicated as she pretended to be, this was simply part of her plan. She made Julia’s demise as time consuming and fun-filled as she could. This was truly her element and she had every intention of showing this bitch who was in charge of this night.

Following the inclinations of her own mind, she decided to stir the pot a little. My guess is that the situation was not moving along as quickly as she would have liked. She decided that she was going to move things along, tilting the hands of fate further towards her favor. That damned girl!


“Julia, Bart,” she said pleasantly. “I think it’s time for us to take a swim. Oh, and let’s not bother with swim suits…it’s time for us to go for the goal! After all, it is a pool party, so let’s get naked, and enjoy the warm flowing water of this pool.” She smiled to herself as she watched Julia take the bait. She went over to Bart and pulled him closer to her, and started stripping off his clothes. Stella simply took her time, and removed her clothes slowly. She allowed them enough time to get into each other’s space. Bart stood over Julia as she descended to his feet, removing all of his apparel. She laughed as he stood there, semi-erect. Stella looked on as if she was laughing along with her, but inside, she was merely marking time.

In a bold move or, shall we say, a strategic one, Stella poured the two more champagne and another toddy for herself. To Julia’s she added a little something extra in the form of a clear liquid, something to loosen her up even more than she already was. This pot was not only about to get hotter, it was about to boil over! It was all just a matter of time. She stood there and watched them down their drinks like a couple of drunken teenagers at a house party without chaperones. Truth be told, they had a chaperon but, instead of stopping them, she planned on allowing Julia to destroy herself. Stella ain’t no fucking joke!

Soon, the party really got started, and Bart and Julia started licking, sucking, and fondling each other like they had never done before. Stella began to bait Julia, as to make this night comparable to that last infamous night. Julia, attempting to be savvy, began to entertain Bart in ways that she was sure would upset Stella. She did this because she wanted him all to herself and Stella out of the picture. Little did she know that come the end of the night, she would be the “odd man out”. She began to masquerade her petite little body around Bart, whispering in his ear. She was so drunk that she didn’t realize that her voice carried and Stella could hear every word she uttered. This only strengthened our girl’s resolve.


“Bart,” Julia hissed drunkenly...

“Why ain’t she getting her pudgy ass in the water? Is she ashamed of those thunder thighs of hers? Hell yeah! I betcha any amount of money that’s it. Well, we don’t need that fucking stuck up assed bitch anyway.”

Bart looked at her with a bit of disgust and figured out a way to shut her up.

“Hey,” he said, with a smirk on his face and looking at Stella.

“Jr. could use some of your undivided attention down there. How good are you at giving head underwater?”


Julia let out a peal of laughter and then that damned girl chomped down on his manhood as the two of them disappeared underneath the water, the lights of the pool giving Stella a perfect view.

Bart’s body shook and shivered, he began slapping at the water madly, never, ever taking his eyes off Stella. She stared back, not blinking once, just observing and marking time. She did allow him to see one small smirk, approving of his escapades and encouraging him to continue. This, after all, was all part of her trap. Bart, of course, was all too happy to oblige and entertain her. He knew that the ending was near and, well hell, he was curious what his darling diva had in store for the finale of this evening.

Julia finally came up for air, and Bart began to bait and tease her again.


“Girl, is that all you’ve got? I was hoping for something a little more special, since we’re back where we started at, many months ago.” He then gave her a wink. Oh boy, what the hell did he say that for? By this time, Julia was geeked up and ready to do anything she could to drive Stella from that house, but it wasn’t going to happen on this night. Stella was steadfast and waiting for the grand finale. She was literally about to burst at the seams with anticipation. Julia, Julia, Julia, girl just forget it, this time you snoozed and you know the deal, you lose.


“Girl, is that all you’ve got? I was hoping for something a little more special, since we’re back where we started at, many months ago.” He then gave her a wink. Oh boy, what the hell did he say that for? By this time, Julia was geeked up and ready to do anything she could to drive Stella from that house, but it wasn’t going to happen on this night. Stella was steadfast and waiting for the grand finale. She was literally about to burst at the seams with anticipation. Julia, Julia, Julia, girl just forget it, this time you snoozed and you know the deal, you lose.

Bart bit down on Julia’s erect nipples slightly, still baiting her. He then picked her up and placed her on the edge of the Jacuzzi. She looked down at him with a knowing smile, and then slid her body towards his mouth. He looked up at her and smiled, and then he pulled her down into the water with him. She made a terrible splash and he could tell that she was baffled by his actions. He simply laughed it off, and made her follow him to the other end of the pool. That was when things got terribly intriguing. Stella stood up and walked over to Bart with something in her hand. Once she reached the end where they were, Julia looked at Bart and began fussing:

“Oh my god, what does this bitch want now? Here she comes, baby, get rid of her, do something…

“I really can’t stand that fucking bitch, she needs to go!”


Bart shushed her up and looked up at Stella with his sneaky smile, and asked her what was up. She leaned over the pool and began to splash water around the two old lovers. She then stooped to her knees and handed Bart a small package.


“Hey, I believe you’ll need this ‘raincoat’”…she said, as she smiled at Bart and gave him a wink. She then went back to where she had been sitting, to watch the rest of the show.


Bart slipped the condom on his manhood and went to work. He began jamming Julia with his rod as hard as he could. She began to scream with both pain and ecstasy. He bent her body in so many different ways that he turned her into a contortionist right there by the pool side. By this time, his next door neighbors were peeking through their blinds, wondering what was going on. Stella pretended not to see them and sat there, chuckling to herself and watching those two in amazement.

Julia tried to climb out of the pool, but Bart her back again, and then he began to ram her in her anus forcefully. Stella’s mouth was hanging half way open as she watched in utter amazement. She placed her hands over her mouth, but you could her utter the words, “Oh hell naw!” Julia never stopped, she just kept screaming for more, and giving Bart at least a thousand accolades. “Bart, you fine motherfucker…harder, baby, harder!” she hollered, over and over. He slapped her on her ass, and looked at Stella, seeing what type of reaction he was getting out of her. She simply pointed to her wrist, letting him know that he needed to wrap this session up for good. He nodded, and did just that.


He slapped her on the ass again, and she let out a squeal like a fucking pig. Then she turned her face towards him for a kiss, but he slapped her body back down on the pavement. He started back ramming away, and their bodies began slapping away like two seals mating. Bart seemed to be mad with passion, but he was simply going through the motions. In his mind, if this was his last time with Julia, he was going out like a fucking champ. He was as hard as a rock, and sticking it to her like he had never done before. That girl was out of her mind with pleasure. He watched as her body quake, shiver, and tremble and then she finally did it: She had a wild orgasm. He leaned over on top of her, still inside of her, and asked that question, “Did you, you know what?” Julia breathlessly replied, “Yeah,” and reached up for him. He slapped her hands out of the way, and asked her what she was trying to do. Then he simply pulled himself out of her, and got up.

He walked over to Stella and pulled her up out of her chair and kissed her with a passion that took even Stella aback. She then yelled, “What the hell did you do that for?” He looked at her, slapped her on her thigh as hard as he could, and then he parted her legs.

“You fucking know why, you dirty bitch! Why have you done this to me? I’m now yours for the taking, baby. I’ve got to have you and I’ve got to have you now!” She quickly closed her legs, but he pried them open again and slid his way between them. It was over. He stuck his tongue so deep inside her that the drink she was trying to drink dropped to the ground and broke. Bart never stopped what he was doing. He wailed in on her womanhood and when he felt her body go limp, he snatched her up and threw her back on the patio table. As she lay there, dazed, he scaled her body with his strong and elongated fingers, then climbed on top of her and stared at her eye to eye. He then said the words that she’ll remember for the rest of her life:

“You fucking scare the shit out of me! You bring out the man in me I want to hide from the world, but with you, he comes out! I fucking love you, girl, I really do and I can’t help it and I don’t wish to help it!”

He then kissed her again, as Julia watched on helplessly realizing, for the first time that night, she was on the way out, not Stella.

Before he could go any further, Stella stopped him.

“Darling,” she said softly.

“We’ll continue this upstairs. I think you know that I have something to do.”

He stood up slowly over her and reached for her hand to help her up. She then took off her robe and wrapped him in it with such affection that Julia’s heart wrenched in her chest.

“Go upstairs, Bart, I’ll join you in a minute.”

He looked over at Julia, who sat at the end of the pool, quietly awaiting her fate. He saluted her and said…

“Well, you ain’t gotta go home, but you gotta get the fuck up out of here!” Julia’s mouth hit the ground so hard, even Stella felt sorry for her.

As Bart made his way to the house, Stella walked over to Julia and helped her up.

“Thanks for coming over,” she told her pleasantly.

“But we won’t need your company anymore tonight, or in the near future.” Julia was so furious that she couldn’t say a fucking word. Stella was not too cruel, but she was brutal as she tried to school Julia on how the game was played.

“Before you go, I have a secret or two that I want to let you in on,” she told the younger woman. Julia, trying to save face, looked at her rival and smiled.

“I guess you think you’re doing something, with your old bitchy ass. You ain’t done nothing, old woman. You think he’s yours and he’s not. He’s probably not mine, but guess what, he ain’t yours either.”

Stella shook her head sadly at the younger woman and held up a key that had been in her robe pocket.

“Oh, oops! I’m sure you recognize this, it was yours once upon a time, but now it’s mine. Now, get your shit and get the fuck out. He has fucked you and given you your orgasm, now he’s done.”

As Julia stalked off to gather her things, Stella followed behind her, saying…

“You see, I told you once or, rather, I tried to make you see, but you don’t listen. Maturity and treachery will outwit youth on any given Sunday. Now, look at your silly ass, you don’t even know what the hell hit you tonight. I want you take these words with you everywhere you go- ‘Power you take, respect you earn.’ I am a bitch about power, all that petty shit that you do, doesn’t amount to a hill of beans.”

She then stood in front of Julia and told her, in no uncertain terms…

“NOW GET THE FUCK OUT, BITCH, AND AS FAR AS YOUR PARTY GOES TOMORROW NIGHT…DO I REALLY HAVE TO SAY IT?”

Julia stood there, stunned, as Stella continued…

“You try to have a good night. I’ll be in touch, I’m sure of it. Oh, before I forget, say hello to Malicia for me.”

Julia’s eyes got humongous. She realized then, that by bringing Malicia into the picture, she had brought about her own demise. With her head hanging low, she began to put on her clothes, and prepared to leave.

Stella didn’t wait around and wait for her. She waved goodbye and, never looking back, went into the house. She turned out all the exterior lights even before the girl was finished dressing, she really didn’t give a damn. Her dirty deed was done, and Julia was now permanently out of the picture. Little did Julia realize that while she was deep in the pool with Bart, Girlfriend had placed $300.00 in her pocket with a small note. It simply said, “This is for your troubles. Much Love, an Old School Diva.” Stella, that bitch is off the chain!

As Stella entered the kitchen stoop, she heard Bart’s voice from the dark. Little did she realize it then, that this was the voice of her erotic destiny? Now that Julia was out of the way, she and Bart could fully embark on their adventure together.

“Is it done?” he asked her.

“Is she gone?” Stella sighed and said…

“Yes, she’s leaving as we speak. Do you want to say goodbye, or watch her pull out of the driveway?”

He paused for a second, and then he spoke. “No, I don’t want to see any more of her.” He then grabbed her and pulled her into his space.

“Where are we going with this? You know that we are going to pay for this night, don’t you?”

Before she could respond, he gently covered her mouth with his and kissed her with all of his might. As he released her mouth, he began to rub her hands while looking deeply into her eyes.

“Let’s go upstairs, baby, I’m tired,” he told her softly.

He then walked around to every light that was lit with her in his arms, and turned them all out. He purposely left the light in the foyer on; he wanted Julia to see him walk the new mistress of the house up the stairs. The two ascended the stairs slowly, until he saw Julia’s headlights fade into the night and down the road. He then kissed Stella again, and took her to his Master Suite. It was there, on that night, that they fully consummated their relationship with each other.

“Hey baby,” she said, taking a breath…

“I’m tired, let’s just go to sleep.” Bart nodded his head in agreement. “Okay, Babygirl, we’ll do just that.”

He then walked her into his Master bathroom, and ran her bathwater in his Jacuzzi, as she watched him languidly. Once the tub had filled, he kissed her on the cheek and helped her into the water. Before he exited the room, he turned and watched her for a moment. She asked him if all was alright with him. He nodded bemusedly, and continued towards the door. Before he left, he uttered the words, “I hope that I’m always on your good side, Ms Thing! You gave it to her hard and heavy!”

Stella looked back at him and smiled, then pointed at him. “As long as you treat me the way I feel I should be treated, we won’t have a problem. We must always keep the dialogue going between us, and we have to keep outsiders as just that…outsiders.”

She then stretched and settled herself more deeply into the tub.

“Now, if you don’t mind,” she said, closing her eyes…

“I’ve had a rather trying night and, if it’s okay with you, I’d like to finish my bath. Close the door, and I’ll join you later.”

Bart pointed his finger at her, warning her to tread lightly. He then told her, “I’ll be waiting for you when you are done.”

As he began to close the door slowly, she said clearly…

“Darling, I suspected as much, you’re all mine now. You’ll wait until I’m ready for you.”

Damn, what did she go and say that for? The door to the bathroom flew open, and Bart charged like a raging bull towards her. He jumped in that tub with her favorite robe on, hanging half open, and stood over her, staring down at her.

“I am going to give you a minute to catch your breath and gather your thoughts, girl,” he stated very slowly. He then reached down and grabbed her arms and pulled her to him. Wrapping his hands in her hair, he pulled her head backwards and kissed her, hard. Pulling her head back from his, he told her, “Let me tell you something right now, Stella: You are mine and mine alone. I will never share you, or give you up to anyone. Before this night is over, you will submit to me. Do we have an understanding?” When she didn’t respond, he shook her as hard as he could.

She looked at him with her eyes blazing. “Let me tell you something, buddy,” she said, through clenched teeth.

“I will never submit. I may come quietly into the night, but I will not submit.” What the hell did she say that for? Bart dropped her back into that tub, bubbles and water flying everywhere. He hopped out and ran to his huge walk-in closet and began searching frantically for something. Stella didn’t say a word; she simply resumed bathing. Before she knew it, he was back in the bathroom, standing over her with a whip in one hand, and a diamond collar with a matching leash in the other. Stella was flabbergasted; she couldn’t believe what there before her eyes. Now, for the first time in their relationship, she was afraid, not for her safety, but she was afraid that she would enjoy every moment of being under his siege. She knew that he wouldn’t have it any other way; He wanted her, and he was going to have her his way.

Once he realized that she had fully acknowledged what he had in his hands, he smiled at her with a look of hunger in his eyes. He stood outside that tub and slowly lowered himself to the side, swinging the collar back and forth. “You once said that you liked diamonds and sapphires…well, here you go. I want you to put this on right now, and then I want you to lie very, very still,” he told her calmly.

A million thoughts were racing through her mind but, no matter what they were, she was powerless to defy him. In one bold move, Bart had taken her willpower in captivity. She knew that she was in for a wild, decadently sensual ride. Yes, this woman under his spell; She wanted to run, but her body would not dare defy him. She simply took the collar and did as he commanded.

“You know after tonight, you are untouchable to any man other than me, Do we have an understanding? Do we?” he screamed at her.

She didn’t respond quickly enough for his taste, so he struck her thigh with the whip- not once but twice. She gasped and leaned over and placed her head on her knees. “Oooouuuccchhh!!!” she wailed.

“Goddamn it Bart, what in Sam Hill are you trying to do to me? I heard you loud and clear!” Before she could utter another word, he snatched her head back and kissed her so hard that she couldn’t breathe. He held her in that position until she lost track of all time. She tried to maneuver her way out of his grip, but he had all of his fingers entangled in her hair and refused to let her go. I think her surrender was closer than she could have ever imagined. After he released her from the kiss, he pulled on her collar, prompting her to get out of the tub. She tried to stay there, where she felt that she’d be safer, but his will was stronger than hers: She soon found herself slowly rising and stepping out of the tub. Bart placed her hands in his, and lead her into the bedroom.

He laid her gently on the bed, and began drying her off. She tried to assist him, but he pushed her hands away and looked her deep in her eyes. “No, baby, this is my job and my job alone. I want you to understand that no other man’s hands from this night on shall ever touch your body. I mean it.” Before he could say another word, she spoke. “I understand, and I’ll do as you say- but only as long as you do me right, and as I tell you to do.”

Once again, he cracked that whip across her legs. This time, however, Stella didn’t flinch. She looked at him with a smile that was riddled with nothing but sheer unadulterated sin.

“You had better come with all you’ve got, if you want me to surrender my all to you! I’m afraid that this time, baby, you’ve got the right bitch!” she told him.

Bart bit down on his lip, and then he took a hold of her body and flipped her over. As she landed, he smacked her ass with all the strength he had. She let out a scream that turned into a terrible squeal. She tried to kick him, but missed. He grabbed those long, sexy legs of hers and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He then turned her back over slowly, and gathered the leash in his hands and wrapped it around the headboard, and tied it into a slipknot. Stella’s eyes got as big as marbles.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING???” she screamed. “I CAN BARELY MOVE OR BREATHE!!!”

As he began to speak, her heart began to race wildly and her body shook with fear.

“Oh, you need not worry,” he said soothingly.

“I’m not going to hurt you, but I am about to teach you a lesson—never defy me again.”

She knew then that she was in big trouble…he was coming to get her, and she had no way to escape. He parted her legs and stuck his entire face between them. He began devouring her womanhood with his tongue and she felt the pit of her stomach open up. He began to suck and ravage the entire perimeter of her private parts like an animal gone wild. He was primal and divine all at once. She knew that she could not fight against this changing of the guard; she loved every minute of it. She had longed for the day that she would meet a man that wasn’t intimidated by her, one who would come and take charge and lead. Bart was definitely the man for this job. She knew that she had entered a new zone with him and it frightened her. She thought that, once they started this, they would be defenseless to stop it. I can tell you, nothing could have been further from the truth; deep down, she was still hiding a great truth.

She loved that he wanted to possess her in such a manner. Her defiance, though futile, was her way of letting him know that she would concede, but it was predicated upon a few conditions. She made the remarks that she did to go on record, so to speak, and she knew that it was a catalyst for him erotically. She was stirring the pot with all the emotional and mental vigor she could muster. She may have surrendered, but she was not about to give up total control. Well, not yet…

After several minutes of Stella’s powerful orgasm, he stopped, just like that. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her everywhere he could. He stopped at her erect nipples and dragged his teeth across them, and then he sucked them with all his might. Stella went bananas! She wanted to panic but, the truth is, she adored every minute of it. My girl was in trouble alright. Bart pushed her down on the bed, and slid on top of her.

“Listen, I’m going to release you,” he told her.

“I want you to crawl up in the bed and go to sleep. I’ll be right here with you all night.” She shook her head in agreement, and watched as he set her free, so to speak. He knew exactly what he was doing—so did she: He was setting her up for the bondage and submission that they both knew was coming in the near future.

They were wise not to take things any further that night. You see, by bringing the momentum of their relationship to a slower pace, they were settling themselves emotionally. This would pave the way for their more civil and loving side to finally make its appearance. I would say the timing, coupled with Julia’s exit, was nothing short of perfection. These two needed to bring themselves to a much more agreeable place with each other mentally. It was now time for them to feel each other out, and learn about each other. Julia and Malicia were simply variables that made their relationship trying, at best.

Yes, they were now moving into the next phase of their relationship; the bondage and submission aspect of their lovelife was simply a sidebar for them. They were now entering a place of true intimacy where they could finally allow themselves to be vulnerable and human. Although they would enter this “intimate zone” with a great resistance, in the end, they would discover that to resist each other’s erotic, magnetic, and primal allure would prove to be, at best, futile. These two were deeply connected on all levels, and those connections would not be denied. They were as two stars headed on a collision path with destiny.

Now, it goes without saying that with two strong personalities like Stella’s and Bart’s in the end, they would both have to submit to their own convictions and emotions. Whenever that happens, it is, without a doubt, a given that someone always, always, gets hurt. The next phase would be a rip roaring emotional, intimate, and mental rollercoaster ride! These two lived for the thrill of just that—THE RIDE!!!

LESSON FROM AN OLD SCHOOL DIVA…


TEASER – BLURB


THE PASSAGE SAGA CONTINUES

TIME FOR JULIA’S OLD SCHOOL LESSON

If there ever was a woman that epitomized the attributes of an “old school diva”, it is my dear friend Stella. She is a woman cut from a rare mold: Charm and a type of class that covers a pair of big, brassy balls. There aren’t many around like her, but they do still exist. It is always best to stay in her good graces because once you cross her, that’s it. You will learn a lesson in offensive degeneracy, for this is where Stella is her most strategic.

I can do no more than speculate about what occurred in that hotel room on that infamous night amongst our unlikely trio. I can tell you that, whatever did happen, it left behind its painful scars on both women. Julia and Stella became instant enemies for reasons far beyond the comprehension of outsiders.

One thing about “libertines”, they are a very unique group and, it goes without saying, they form their own set of rules- and Julia broke the cardinal of those rules on that infamous night. In Stella’s mind, Julia had crossed the line and had forgotten her place and the role that she was to play on that night. Stella, being the diva that she is, sensed rather quickly that this girl was trying desperately to put Stella in a place where she felt she belonged. I can tell you, when it comes to Stella, there is no such “place”. She determines her own worth and position, especially when it comes to other women. Julia, being young and foolish, was in for it by merely thinking she could decide where Stella should be.

Stella, truth be known, could have cared less if Julia and Bart had been previous lovers. She didn’t give a damn about her being younger, thinner, or whatever. What mattered to her on that night, more than anything else, was that this woman had attempted to make Stella the consummate “groupie”. To our girl’s way of thinking, Julia was the true groupie because she had more information about her than Ms Julia could have imagined. Between you and me, she had all that she needed.

It all began with a phone call that Julia made to Bart one Tuesday morning. She had a rather in-depth conversation with him about Stella. In my opinion, this was a typical tactic of a woman without any real skills. Oh sure, this is a play for power, but a poor one. And since she had to make her little power play, Stella decided that it would be here that Julia’s lesson would begin.

During her phone call with Bart, Julia expressed her distaste for Stella. She went on to inform him that she felt that Stella was bossy, stuffy and, most of all, bitchy. As she continued on, Stella sat on the sofa in Bart’s office, listening intently with her eyes fixed on Bart’s mouth. She didn’t want to miss a syllable of what he had to say, nor the secondhand information that he obtained from Julia. Bart had little idea that he was arming Stella with all the weapons that she would need to assert her power and retaliation for the offense she had suffered at the hands of this woman. This young woman, in Stella’s eyes, had gall: How dare she go so far as to demand that Bart relinquish his feelings for her by releasing her immediately from his life? Oh, she remained calm as Bart went into detail about his disturbing conversation with Julia, but inside she was smoldering. She thought to herself, “No that little bitch did not try to cut my damn throat like that! Oh, I’m going to fucking show you, you silly assed heffa, I’m gonna get your ass. I will show you just how the game is played, slut!” She managed a smile or two during her conversation with Bart as her mind laid out the plans for Julia’s demise while she sat right there on the sofa.

The woman actually told Bart that Stella was no good for him! She felt that Stella was too old, and that she lacked a certain “coolness”. Julia, Julia, Julia…Girlfriend, you just put the last nail in your own coffin. She didn’t realize that by bashing Stella to Bart, he’d become dismayed by her accusations and paranoia. He started to wonder precisely what caliber of woman Julia was and why he’d gotten involved with her to begin with. It made him somewhat uncomfortable to think that he’d possibly made an error in judgment.

Stella, while listening to him elaborate on his conversation with Julia, inquired rather abruptly about his opinion of the phone call. She baited him for a response and he had no choice but to answer because he knew. He knew the type of woman that he was now dealing with and his instincts were right on the money. Stella, from the word go, had held him to a higher standard of chivalry than any other woman he had ever encountered. He knew he had to step up to the plate and he began his oration of displeasure with Julia’s statements with a bit of a growl in his voice. Stella wanted to chuckle as she listened, but she didn’t. She simply waved her hand for him to continue with his comments.

“Well,” she said, tilting her head to one side.”

“What are we going to do about ‘Little Miss Thing’? “Do you think she’s sincere?”

“Does she have your best interest at heart, or are her motives more sinister?”

As she spoke, they made eye contact and smirked, giving each other that look. You know the one: The look of agreement and approval that says that their thoughts were completely in sync.

“Damn!!!”

By stating those words to Bart, Stella was prompting and prodding him into visualizing Julia’s true intent. She did this the only way any “true old school diva” would- with great craftiness. I think other players before her said it best: “Don’t hate the player, hate the game.” She knew that by making those statements to Bart, she had prompted him to ponder his thoughts a little bit deeper than usual, thus compelling his responses to be more agreeable with her.

As he carried on his conversation with Stella about Little Miss Julia, Bart turned to look out of his office window. Baffled, a strange frown came over Stella’s face. She needed to see his expression so that she could gage his emotions. Bart, himself being of very sharp wit, was aware of this trait of hers. He simply wanted to hide his thoughts from her prying eyes for a minute, because he knew that in the end, she would be correct in assessment of Julia’s true motives. After a moment of silence, she spoke to him and you could hear the doom in her voice. She, with a stroke of her tongue, had set the wheels of demise in motion. She stood up, and walked over to Bart’s desk and stared deeply into his eyes, compelling him not to look away. Then she simply said, “I’ll tell you what, let’s stir the pot a little. I can tell that you are terribly fond of this young woman and, after our brief encounter, I’m aware of the intimate connection between the two of you. I have no desire to take or add to that because she’s part of your past. It is my goal, however, to insure that she will not be a part of your future- know that.”

She stood there smiling at him, her expression assuring him that there would be no evading her primary goal. He smiled back, a bit devilishly and said, “Tell me what you have in mind.” Stella’s smile got wider: She knew that he wouldn’t be able to resist the intrigue. “I want you to call her and invite her to your house for, shall we say, a little decadent fun.” Bart’s eyebrows rose with curiosity and pleasure. Stella kept her eyes affixed upon his, never blinking once. She was serious and she wanted an answer. This girl was on a mission and she had no intention of being stopped.

“Stella,” began Bart cautiously…

“I don’t know about all of that.

“It’s obvious that you two will never truly like each other, so I’m not sure that she’ll come.”

“Shit..you know she’s terribly upset about my having a relationship with you.”

He sat looking up at her as if she were his mother, cajoling him into doing the right thing. I can say, in this case, that nothing could be further from the truth. In her mind, she had already requested for him to do the right thing; she was simply waiting for him to actually do it. She is, after all, a brassy Southern belle: This is her way of life. You would have to be one to understand their standard of etiquette. A true Southern belle makes her requests in such a way that the possibility of denial is never considered. I often shake my head in amazement at this fact.

Stella slapped her hands down on his desk to get his full attention. “Listen, you have the power to make this happen. I personally think it would be very educational for all of us, plus, if you could get in on some good, clean, decadent fun…why not? Oh yes, my darling, she’ll come for you, literally,” she said somewhat sarcastically. She knew that he would not be able to resist this temptation and, as usual, she was right. Bart looked at her and nodded his head. “Alright, I’ll put in a call to her, and then I’ll wait for her to respond.” Stella took a small step back and slapped her hands together, squinted her eyes and then spoke in a very stern voice. “My dearest, you will do nothing of the sort. We will not wait for her to get back to us at her whim! We make the deal and we close all in the same phone call. You tell her to be there or don’t waste our time. Your time and my time are far more valuable than she gives merit. I think it’s time for a change, what about you?”

There it was, dangling out in the open, the entranceway to her trap. She was setting these two up with such skill and craftiness that they weren’t even aware of it. It was an attribute that she always referred to as the essentials for any true Southern belle. These are truly some of the smartest and proudest women I know, but they are also some of the most ruthless. Stella’s plan was unfolding masterfully. Julia’s demise would be carried out with great precision and attention to detail. After all, everyone knows that the interesting parts are in the details. With that in mind, she picked up Bart’s phone and handed it to him. “Make the call…now. You want answers to many of your questions? Well, you’re about to get them.”

Bart took the receiver from her hand while staring at her bemusedly. “My god, you are pushy this morning. What are you really up to, Stella?” he asked. Stella merely shrugged her shoulders noncommittally. Bart continued to look at her for a moment longer, and then began to slowly dial Julia’s number, with his partner in crime watching and waiting.

There were four rings before Julia finally answered the phone. “Hey, Baby,” she said, not realizing that she was on speakerphone. “What’s up! Why are you calling me from your office instead of your cell phone?” Bart smirked, pausing for a second or two, and then he responded calmly, “I can’t call you from my office phone? I have a special request for a special lady that couldn’t wait.” He looked at Stella and winked at her. He knew that he had to do something, make some type of gesture. “Well, can I call you from my office, or would you prefer that I called you on my cell?” Julia didn’t respond verbally, but instead let out a most unladylike guffaw. Stella sat on the sofa, frowning and shaking her head from side to side. The more Julia did over the phone, the more ammunition she was giving Stella to destroy her. She was, unfortunately, none the wiser.

Bart continued the conversation, keeping it light and steady. “I’m having a little get together for three before Stella goes out of town this week. I really don’t want to be alone with her. Will you come over and hold my hand, so to speak?” he asked, sounding helpless. He knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Julia would never pass up an invitation like this one. He knew there would be one answer from her lips and one answer only. Without fail, her answer came: “Yes, I’ll be there, you just leave that old bitch to me. She needs somebody like me to deal with her uppity ass. I really can’t stand that bitch. How could you even get mixed up with someone like that? She doesn’t seem like your type, or one of our kind. Yeah, you invite her and I’ll be there, she won’t get past me. I’ll get rid of that old whore for you, once and for all!” She followed up her statements with another loud peal of laughter. Bart, for the first time, was little put off by Julia’s statement. Deep down, he was becoming awfully fond of Stella and he didn’t like this girl poking fun at her in such an impertinent manner.

He smiled and signaled to Stella to remain calm. He really had no need to tell her that; she was too busy gathering information for her revenge. She wasn’t going to spoil her chance to end Julia’s “reign of terror”, not in a million in years. Her mind was fixed on one thing: Julia’s demise, which any woman of Stella’s caliber will tell you, is the big picture. Anyway, back to the situation at hand.

Stella leaned over to Bart’s ear and asked him to have Julia come to his home around eight thirty in the evening. He made the request, and Julia did not hesitate to comply with him. However, before she brought the conversation to an end, she made an even bolder move. She softly inquired if she could ask him something. A puzzled look came over his face as he said, “Yeah, you know that you can ask me anything.” Hell, my girl Stella was curious her damned self.

“Bart,” Julia began rather coyly, “you know there’s a party tomorrow night in Midtown. There are going to be some ‘ballers’ and ‘shotcallers’ there. Will you accompany me? I don’t want to go alone. There’ll be a lot of honeys looking for a nice, good looking, rich guy like you. Baby, it’ll be like old times.” As she finished speaking, Bart was furious. He managed to keep his calm through the gestures and sign language of Stella.

Stella, wittingly, whispered in his ear to agree. He shook his head to say no, but she took her knee and nudged him as hard as she could without making too much of a sound. He grunted and Julia asked him if he was okay. “Yes,” he replied tightly. “I’ll go to the party with you, just be at my house tonight” As he went to say his goodbyes, she dropped the other bomb from her end of the phone. “By the way,” she said, ever so casually, “do you think that you can take me to get my hair done tomorrow?” Bart turned red as he yelled,” WHAT?!?!” Julia quickly replied, “I would, but I just don’t have the funds available. I had to pay rent and I bought some new clothes for tomorrow night. Please, please, my head looks a mess.” Bart was so inflamed that he wanted to call the entire evening off. Before he could do so, Stella stopped him by whispering in his ear, “Let us go on with things as planned. You and I will deal with Ms Julia in the only way she understands: GHETTO STYLE. Tell her that it’s all good and hang up the damned phone. Just make sure she shows up, okay?” Bart did just that and before he hung up, Julia gave her word that she would be there.

After he hung up, Stella walked around his desk and sat on it, directly in front of him. “Do you believe the gall of that bitch now, Bart?” she asked. He placed his head in her lap and began shaking it from side to side. “What do they want from me Stella? I have been nothing to them but the good time boy. She really doesn’t care for me, does she? All this time, it’s just been a little pretend game so I could grease her pockets. Now, I’m pissed! Baby, all she wants from me is to use me, and show me off in front of her groupie friends. THAT FUCKING BITCH!!!” he shouted.

Stella slowly stroked all the hairs at the front of his head to the back, and then she pulled his head up with a few of the strands that she had wound around her fingers. She had decided that this time, she would walk and talk softly, but she was still carrying her yardstick. This was another one of those Southern belle thangs!!!

“Don’t worry, my dear,” she cooed. “We will use her also. Some lessons can’t be taught, they must be learned. I fear that Ms Julia will learn her lesson this day the hard way and she could not have found a better teacher than me. You simply leave this all to me. Don’t worry, I won’t allow anyone to ruin what we have. If we destroy it ourselves, that’s fine, but no one, and I do mean no one, will do so. Do we have a deal?” As Stella finished her sermon, Bart was a great deal calmer.

“Listen,” she told him, “I’ve got to get to work, so I’ll see the two of you tonight at your place. I’ll be there promptly at seven o’clock.” Bart looked puzzled and asked, “Why will you be at my place so early?” He stared at her intently, trying to discern her motives. Her response was simple: “Oh, it’s a girl thing.” Bart looked away and muttered under his breath, “You mean more like a ‘Stella’ thing.” She pretended not to hear him and kissed him goodbye and set off for work. As she left his office, she felt a strange calmness. Now, knowing Stella as I do, I knew that once this devious plan of hers was set in place, havoc would be created. The sad part about it was, that the planning of it had started on that fateful night that these three had first come together. Julia had no idea what a devious enemy she had created and had no idea what was in store for her. Her pain was coming for her, ‘Old School Diva” style and she would never forget it.

I was really shocked that Bart gave Stella as much free reign as he did. Perhaps our dear girl was beginning to grow on him. After all, it was from the information that he’d given her that she was able to come up with such an impious plan. I think that, deep down within him, he really wanted to see the full extent of her wrath, as this would give him further insight into her psyche. He also reveled in the fact that, for once, a woman was protecting his interests. Talk about a cock strutting around the barnyard! Bart, Bart, Bart…what are we going to do with you?

After a hard day’s work, Stella, impatiently as ever, began her journey northward on Peachtree Industrial. Miramont was beckoning her, calling out to her very essence. I don’t believe that she ever realized the significance of what she was about to do. Her determination and ego were all that guided her to that enclave set in the midst of winding roads and immaculate grounds. She had no opportunity to enjoy the simple beauty of her surroundings on this evening: Her brain was preset on ‘Slaughter of the Lamb’ and she was on full tilt. Julia, when it was all said and done, was going to be toast.

As she pulled into the driveway, Bart was waiting patiently by the pool. I believe that the soothing waters of his waterfall calmed his nerves a bit. He sat there at the patio table as if this was going to be another ordinary night, when all things were to the contrary. Great peril and mischief were afoot; it didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that. It is my belief that, deep down, he was feeling a little sorry for Julia because a small part of him still cared for her. Yet, he was still angry at her derogatoriness on the phone earlier that day. HHHMMM!!! This is very interesting, I wonder if he’ll still give Stella free reign, or will he stop her at the last minute? Yes, the plot truly thickens.

Stella stood in his doorway for a few seconds and watched him. He never realized that she had pulled up, or that she was in his house watching him. She wondered what was on his mind and asked herself two pertinent questions: Am I doing the right thing tonight? Should I call this entire thing off? Why she was questioning herself at this point was beyond me. They may have been pertinent to her, but we all know that they were really rhetorical ones. She was not leaving that house until she had done what she came to do, plain and simple.

“Bart,” she called, trying to get his attention. When he didn’t respond, she frowned and called his name again, only this time it was a little louder. “Bart, what the hell are you thinking about? Wake up, darling, this is going to be a very long evening. Are you going to be up for this?” There was a very long silence, and then he shook his head saying, “What are we, Baby…animals?” Stella looked at him and, for a few seconds she truly felt his grief and wondered a bit of the same. Then fate took over and the doorbell rang: It was Julia, arriving a little bit early, in hopes that she would make it there before Stella. Any iota of guilt that Stella had about what she and Bart were about to do, instantly went out the window. Anyone could see that these two bitches were about to really face off.

Suddenly, a smug look came over Stella’s face as she looked at Julia coming through the gate to the pool. “Good evening, Julia,” she said pleasantly. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.” Julia’s guard dropped as she realized that she’d been outmaneuvered. Stella pretended not to notice the girl’s look of consternation as she continued, saying, “Bart and I are truly pleased that you agreed to come, we quite a wonderful evening planned.” She then gave her a rather beguiling smile. Julia smiled back, visibly relaxing and believing that she was back in control.

Julia must be crazy as hell; I would never trust a woman like Stella. That damned woman is far too dangerous to be allowed to go around freely. She really is dangerous, borderline certifiable. She was out for blood and she would get it, not with fangs, but with, shall we say a kiss of death. She watched as Julia settled herself, smiling as her victim asked our two co-conspirators what was up for the night. The two of them looked at each other, then looked at her and smilingly said simultaneously, “Oh, a little bit of this and that.” Stella began to rub Julia’s hand seductively, and asked her, “Are you game tonight, darling?” Now, if that would have been me, a cold chill would have come over my body, but Julia is one of those women that are easily fooled. Her mind was fixed on Bart, whom she thought was all hers.

“Ladies,” Bart interjected. “Can I get you anything to drink? I have a few bottles of Dom chilling in the fridge; they should be ready by now.” Julia, immediately jumped on what she thought was the bandwagon. “Damn Bart, it’s just like old times, isn’t it?” she said loudly. She then walked over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, and then looked at Stella with a snide smile. Stella merely smiled at this foolish girl. She knew that Julia expected a response from her, probably hoping that she would leave. Julia just didn’t know that this night was all about her and her permanent dismissal from Bart’s life.

Stella waited patiently until Bart made eye contact with her, and then she responded to his question. “I’ll have the McCallan with a Coke back, and make sure it’s the twenty-five year old bottle.” Bart nodded his head, knowing what her response meant: When Stella wanted her Scotch, she was displeased and it was on. He went into the house, fixed the drinks, and returned with them on a little rolling cart that contained all sorts of goodies underneath it.

As everyone received their cocktail of choice, they started drinking, relaxing and having a good time. Bart and Stella poured that champagne down Julia’s throat like water and they went through two and a half magnums of Dom. Stella, the so called lightweight of the group, drank that Scotch like it was well water. She was no where nearly as intoxicated as she pretended to be, this was simply part of her plan. She made Julia’s demise as time consuming and fun-filled as she could. This was truly her element and she had every intention of showing this bitch who was in charge of this night.

Following the inclinations of her own mind, she decided to stir the pot a little. My guess is that the situation was not moving along as quickly as she would have liked. She decided that she was going to move things along, tilting the hands of fate further towards her favor. That damned girl!

“Julia, Bart,” she said pleasantly. “I think it’s time for us to take a swim. Oh, and let’s not bother with swim suits…it’s time for us to go for the goal! After all, it is a pool party, so let’s get naked, and enjoy the warm flowing water of this pool.” She smiled to herself as she watched Julia take the bait. She went over to Bart and pulled him closer to her, and started stripping off his clothes. Stella simply took her time, and removed her clothes slowly. She allowed them enough time to get into each other’s space. Bart stood over Julia as she descended to his feet, removing all of his apparel. She laughed as he stood there, semi-erect. Stella looked on as if she was laughing along with her, but inside, she was merely marking time.

In a bold move or, shall we say, a strategic one, Stella poured the two more champagne and another toddy for herself. To Julia’s she added a little something extra in the form of a clear liquid, something to loosen her up even more than she already was. This pot was not only about to get hotter, it was about to boil over! It was all just a matter of time. She stood there and watched them down their drinks like a couple of drunken teenagers at a house party without chaperones. Truth be told, they had a chaperon but, instead of stopping them, she planned on allowing Julia to destroy herself. Stella ain’t no fucking joke!

Soon, the party really got started, and Bart and Julia started licking, sucking, and fondling each other like they had never done before. Stella began to bait Julia, as to make this night comparable to that last infamous night. Julia, attempting to be savvy, began to entertain Bart in ways that she was sure would upset Stella. She did this because she wanted him all to herself and Stella out of the picture. Little did she know that come the end of the night, she would be the “odd man out”. She began to masquerade her petite little body around Bart, whispering in his ear. She was so drunk that she didn’t realize that her voice carried and Stella could hear every word she uttered. This only strengthened our girl’s resolve.

“Bart,” Julia hissed drunkenly.

“Why ain’t she getting her pudgy ass in the water? Is she ashamed of those thunder thighs of hers? Hell yeah! I betcha any amount of money that’s it. Well, we don’t need that fucking stuck up assed bitch anyway.”

Bart looked at her with a bit of disgust and figured out a way to shut her up.

“Hey,” he said, with a smirk on his face and looking at Stella.

“Jr. could use some of your undivided attention down there. How good are you at giving head underwater?”

Julia let out a peal of laughter and then that damned girl chomped down on his manhood as the two of them disappeared underneath the water, the lights of the pool giving Stella a perfect view.

Bart’s body shook and shivered, he began slapping at the water madly, never, ever taking his eyes off Stella. She stared back, not blinking once, just observing and marking time. She did allow him to see one small smirk, approving of his escapades and encouraging him to continue. This, after all, was all part of her trap. Bart, of course, was all too happy to oblige and entertain her. He knew that the ending was near and, well hell, he was curious what his darling diva had in store for the finale of this evening.

Julia finally came up for air, and Bart began to bait and tease her again. “Girl, is that all you’ve got? I was hoping for something a little more special, since we’re back where we started at, many months ago.” He then gave her a wink. Oh boy, what the hell did he say that for? By this time, Julia was geeked up and ready to do anything she could to drive Stella from that house, but it wasn’t going to happen on this night. Stella was steadfast and waiting for the grand finale. She was literally about to burst at the seams with anticipation. Julia, Julia, Julia, girl just forget it, this time you snoozed and you know the deal, you lose.

Bart bit down on Julia’s erect nipples slightly, still baiting her. He then picked her up and placed her on the edge of the Jacuzzi. She looked down at him with a knowing smile, and then slid her body towards his mouth. He looked up at her and smiled, and then he pulled her down into the water with him. She made a terrible splash and he could tell that she was baffled by his actions. He simply laughed it off, and made her follow him to the other end of the pool. That was when things got terribly intriguing. Stella stood up and walked over to Bart with something in her hand. Once she reached the end where they were, Julia looked at Bart and began fussing:

“Oh my god, what does this bitch want now? Here she comes, baby, get rid of her, do something…

“I really can’t stand that fucking bitch, she needs to go!”

Bart shushed her up and looked up at Stella with his sneaky smile, and asked her what was up. She leaned over the pool and began to splash water around the two old lovers. She then stooped to her knees and handed Bart a small package.

“Hey, I believe you’ll need this ‘raincoat’”…she said, as she smiled at Bart and gave him a wink. She then went back to where she had been sitting, to watch the rest of the show.

Bart slipped the condom on his manhood and went to work. He began jamming Julia with his rod as hard as he could. She began to scream with both pain and ecstasy. He bent her body in so many different ways that he turned her into a contortionist right there by the pool side. By this time, his next door neighbors were peeking through their blinds, wondering what was going on. Stella pretended not to see them and sat there, chuckling to herself and watching those two in amazement.

Julia tried to climb out of the pool, but Bart her back again, and then he began to ram her in her anus forcefully. Stella’s mouth was hanging half way open as she watched in utter amazement. She placed her hands over her mouth, but you could her utter the words, “Oh hell naw!” Julia never stopped, she just kept screaming for more, and giving Bart at least a thousand accolades. “Bart, you fine motherfucker…harder, baby, harder!” she hollered, over and over. He slapped her on her ass, and looked at Stella, seeing what type of reaction he was getting out of her. She simply pointed to her wrist, letting him know that he needed to wrap this session up for good. He nodded, and did just that.

He slapped her on the ass again, and she let out a squeal like a fucking pig. Then she turned her face towards him for a kiss, but he slapped her body back down on the pavement. He started back ramming away, and their bodies began slapping away like two seals mating. Bart seemed to be mad with passion, but he was simply going through the motions. In his mind, if this was his last time with Julia, he was going out like a fucking champ. He was as hard as a rock, and sticking it to her like he had never done before. That girl was out of her mind with pleasure. He watched as her body quake, shiver, and tremble and then she finally did it: She had a wild orgasm. He leaned over on top of her, still inside of her, and asked that question, “Did you, you know what?” Julia breathlessly replied, “Yeah,” and reached up for him. He slapped her hands out of the way, and asked her what she was trying to do. Then he simply pulled himself out of her, and got up.

He walked over to Stella and pulled her up out of her chair and kissed her with a passion that took even Stella aback. She then yelled, “What the hell did you do that for?” He looked at her, slapped her on her thigh as hard as he could, and then he parted her legs.

“You fucking know why, you dirty bitch! Why have you done this to me? I’m now yours for the taking, baby. I’ve got to have you and I’ve got to have you now!” She quickly closed her legs, but he pried them open again and slid his way between them. It was over. He stuck his tongue so deep inside her that the drink she was trying to drink dropped to the ground and broke. Bart never stopped what he was doing. He wailed in on her womanhood and when he felt her body go limp, he snatched her up and threw her back on the patio table. As she lay there, dazed, he scaled her body with his strong and elongated fingers, then climbed on top of her and stared at her eye to eye. He then said the words that she’ll remember for the rest of her life:

“You fucking scare the shit out of me! You bring out the man in me I want to hide from the world, but with you, he comes out! I fucking love you, girl, I really do and I can’t help it and I don’t wish to help it!”

He then kissed her again, as Julia watched on helplessly realizing, for the first time that night, she was on the way out, not Stella.

Before he could go any further, Stella stopped him.

“Darling,” she said softly.

“We’ll continue this upstairs. I think you know that I have something to do.”

He stood up slowly over her and reached for her hand to help her up. She then took off her robe and wrapped him in it with such affection that Julia’s heart wrenched in her chest.

“Go upstairs, Bart, I’ll join you in a minute.”

He looked over at Julia, who sat at the end of the pool, quietly awaiting her fate. He saluted her and said…

“Well, you ain’t gotta go home, but you gotta get the fuck up out of here!” Julia’s mouth hit the ground so hard, even Stella felt sorry for her.

As Bart made his way to the house, Stella walked over to Julia and helped her up.

“Thanks for coming over,” she told her pleasantly.

“But we won’t need your company anymore tonight, or in the near future.” Julia was so furious that she couldn’t say a fucking word. Stella was not too cruel, but she was brutal as she tried to school Julia on how the game was played.

“Before you go, I have a secret or two that I want to let you in on,” she told the younger woman. Julia, trying to save face, looked at her rival and smiled.

“I guess you think you’re doing something, with your old bitchy ass. You ain’t done nothing, old woman. You think he’s yours and he’s not. He’s probably not mine, but guess what, he ain’t yours either.”

Stella shook her head sadly at the younger woman and held up a key that had been in her robe pocket.

“Oh, oops! I’m sure you recognize this, it was yours once upon a time, but now it’s mine. Now, get your shit and get the fuck out. He has fucked you and given you your orgasm, now he’s done.”

As Julia stalked off to gather her things, Stella followed behind her, saying…

“You see, I told you once or, rather, I tried to make you see, but you don’t listen. Maturity and treachery will outwit youth on any given Sunday. Now, look at your silly ass, you don’t even know what the hell hit you tonight. I want you take these words with you everywhere you go- ‘Power you take, respect you earn.’ I am a bitch about power, all that petty shit that you do, doesn’t amount to a hill of beans.”

She then stood in front of Julia and told her, in no uncertain terms…

“NOW GET THE FUCK OUT, BITCH, AND AS FAR AS YOUR PARTY GOES TOMORROW NIGHT…DO I REALLY HAVE TO SAY IT?”

Julia stood there, stunned, as Stella continued…

“You try to have a good night. I’ll be in touch, I’m sure of it. Oh, before I forget, say hello to Malicia for me.”

Julia’s eyes got humongous. She realized then, that by bringing Malicia into the picture, she had brought about her own demise. With her head hanging low, she began to put on her clothes, and prepared to leave.

Stella didn’t wait around and wait for her. She waved goodbye and, never looking back, went into the house. She turned out all the exterior lights even before the girl was finished dressing, she really didn’t give a damn. Her dirty deed was done, and Julia was now permanently out of the picture. Little did Julia realize that while she was deep in the pool with Bart, Girlfriend had placed $300.00 in her pocket with a small note. It simply said, “This is for your troubles. Much Love, an Old School Diva.” Stella, that bitch is off the chain!

As Stella entered the kitchen stoop, she heard Bart’s voice from the dark. Little did she realize it then, that this was the voice of her erotic destiny? Now that Julia was out of the way, she and Bart could fully embark on their adventure together.

“Is it done?” he asked her.

“Is she gone?” Stella sighed and said…

“Yes, she’s leaving as we speak. Do you want to say goodbye, or watch her pull out of the driveway?”

He paused for a second, and then he spoke. “No, I don’t want to see any more of her.” He then grabbed her and pulled her into his space.

“Where are we going with this? You know that we are going to pay for this night, don’t you?”

Before she could respond, he gently covered her mouth with his and kissed her with all of his might. As he released her mouth, he began to rub her hands while looking deeply into her eyes.

“Let’s go upstairs, baby, I’m tired,” he told her softly.

He then walked around to every light that was lit with her in his arms, and turned them all out. He purposely left the light in the foyer on; he wanted Julia to see him walk the new mistress of the house up the stairs. The two ascended the stairs slowly, until he saw Julia’s headlights fade into the night and down the road. He then kissed Stella again, and took her to his Master Suite. It was there, on that night, that they fully consummated their relationship with each other.

“Hey baby,” she said, taking a breath…

“I’m tired, let’s just go to sleep.” Bart nodded his head in agreement. “Okay, Babygirl, we’ll do just that.”

He then walked her into his Master bathroom, and ran her bathwater in his Jacuzzi, as she watched him languidly. Once the tub had filled, he kissed her on the cheek and helped her into the water. Before he exited the room, he turned and watched her for a moment. She asked him if all was alright with him. He nodded bemusedly, and continued towards the door. Before he left, he uttered the words, “I hope that I’m always on your good side, Ms Thing! You gave it to her hard and heavy!”

Stella looked back at him and smiled, then pointed at him. “As long as you treat me the way I feel I should be treated, we won’t have a problem. We must always keep the dialogue going between us, and we have to keep outsiders as just that…outsiders.”

She then stretched and settled herself more deeply into the tub.

“Now, if you don’t mind,” she said, closing her eyes…

“I’ve had a rather trying night and, if it’s okay with you, I’d like to finish my bath. Close the door, and I’ll join you later.”

Bart pointed his finger at her, warning her to tread lightly. He then told her, “I’ll be waiting for you when you are done.”

As he began to close the door slowly, she said clearly…

“Darling, I suspected as much, you’re all mine now. You’ll wait until I’m ready for you.”

Damn, what did she go and say that for? The door to the bathroom flew open, and Bart charged like a raging bull towards her. He jumped in that tub with her favorite robe on, hanging half open, and stood over her, staring down at her.

“I am going to give you a minute to catch your breath and gather your thoughts, girl,” he stated very slowly. He then reached down and grabbed her arms and pulled her to him. Wrapping his hands in her hair, he pulled her head backwards and kissed her, hard. Pulling her head back from his, he told her, “Let me tell you something right now, Stella: You are mine and mine alone. I will never share you, or give you up to anyone. Before this night is over, you will submit to me. Do we have an understanding?” When she didn’t respond, he shook her as hard as he could.

She looked at him with her eyes blazing. “Let me tell you something, buddy,” she said, through clenched teeth.

“I will never submit. I may come quietly into the night, but I will not submit.” What the hell did she say that for? Bart dropped her back into that tub, bubbles and water flying everywhere. He hopped out and ran to his huge walk-in closet and began searching frantically for something. Stella didn’t say a word; she simply resumed bathing. Before she knew it, he was back in the bathroom, standing over her with a whip in one hand, and a diamond collar with a matching leash in the other. Stella was flabbergasted; she couldn’t believe what there before her eyes. Now, for the first time in their relationship, she was afraid, not for her safety, but she was afraid that she would enjoy every moment of being under his siege. She knew that he wouldn’t have it any other way; He wanted her, and he was going to have her his way.

Once he realized that she had fully acknowledged what he had in his hands, he smiled at her with a look of hunger in his eyes. He stood outside that tub and slowly lowered himself to the side, swinging the collar back and forth. “You once said that you liked diamonds and sapphires…well, here you go. I want you to put this on right now, and then I want you to lie very, very still,” he told her calmly.

A million thoughts were racing through her mind but, no matter what they were, she was powerless to defy him. In one bold move, Bart had taken her willpower in captivity. She knew that she was in for a wild, decadently sensual ride. Yes, this woman under his spell; She wanted to run, but her body would not dare defy him. She simply took the collar and did as he commanded.

“You know after tonight, you are untouchable to any man other than me, Do we have an understanding? Do we?” he screamed at her.

She didn’t respond quickly enough for his taste, so he struck her thigh with the whip- not once but twice. She gasped and leaned over and placed her head on her knees. “Oooouuuccchhh!!!” she wailed.

“Goddamn it Bart, what in Sam Hill are you trying to do to me? I heard you loud and clear!” Before she could utter another word, he snatched her head back and kissed her so hard that she couldn’t breathe. He held her in that position until she lost track of all time. She tried to maneuver her way out of his grip, but he had all of his fingers entangled in her hair and refused to let her go. I think her surrender was closer than she could have ever imagined. After he released her from the kiss, he pulled on her collar, prompting her to get out of the tub. She tried to stay there, where she felt that she’d be safer, but his will was stronger than hers: She soon found herself slowly rising and stepping out of the tub. Bart placed her hands in his, and lead her into the bedroom.

He laid her gently on the bed, and began drying her off. She tried to assist him, but he pushed her hands away and looked her deep in her eyes. “No, baby, this is my job and my job alone. I want you to understand that no other man’s hands from this night on shall ever touch your body. I mean it.” Before he could say another word, she spoke. “I understand, and I’ll do as you say- but only as long as you do me right, and as I tell you to do.”

Once again, he cracked that whip across her legs. This time, however, Stella didn’t flinch. She looked at him with a smile that was riddled with nothing but sheer unadulterated sin.

“You had better come with all you’ve got, if you want me to surrender my all to you! I’m afraid that this time, baby, you’ve got the right bitch!” she told him.

Bart bit down on his lip, and then he took a hold of her body and flipped her over. As she landed, he smacked her ass with all the strength he had. She let out a scream that turned into a terrible squeal. She tried to kick him, but missed. He grabbed those long, sexy legs of hers and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He then turned her back over slowly, and gathered the leash in his hands and wrapped it around the headboard, and tied it into a slipknot. Stella’s eyes got as big as marbles.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING???” she screamed. “I CAN BARELY MOVE OR BREATHE!!!”

As he began to speak, her heart began to race wildly and her body shook with fear.

“Oh, you need not worry,” he said soothingly.

“I’m not going to hurt you, but I am about to teach you a lesson—never defy me again.”

She knew then that she was in big trouble…he was coming to get her, and she had no way to escape. He parted her legs and stuck his entire face between them. He began devouring her womanhood with his tongue and she felt the pit of her stomach open up. He began to suck and ravage the entire perimeter of her private parts like an animal gone wild. He was primal and divine all at once. She knew that she could not fight against this changing of the guard; she loved every minute of it. She had longed for the day that she would meet a man that wasn’t intimidated by her, one who would come and take charge and lead. Bart was definitely the man for this job. She knew that she had entered a new zone with him and it frightened her. She thought that, once they started this, they would be defenseless to stop it. I can tell you, nothing could have been further from the truth; deep down, she was still hiding a great truth.

She loved that he wanted to possess her in such a manner. Her defiance, though futile, was her way of letting him know that she would concede, but it was predicated upon a few conditions. She made the remarks that she did to go on record, so to speak, and she knew that it was a catalyst for him erotically. She was stirring the pot with all the emotional and mental vigor she could muster. She may have surrendered, but she was not about to give up total control. Well, not yet…

After several minutes of Stella’s powerful orgasm, he stopped, just like that. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her everywhere he could. He stopped at her erect nipples and dragged his teeth across them, and then he sucked them with all his might. Stella went bananas! She wanted to panic but, the truth is, she adored every minute of it. My girl was in trouble alright. Bart pushed her down on the bed, and slid on top of her.

“Listen, I’m going to release you,” he told her.

“I want you to crawl up in the bed and go to sleep. I’ll be right here with you all night.” She shook her head in agreement, and watched as he set her free, so to speak. He knew exactly what he was doing—so did she: He was setting her up for the bondage and submission that they both knew was coming in the near future.

They were wise not to take things any further that night. You see, by bringing the momentum of their relationship to a slower pace, they were settling themselves emotionally. This would pave the way for their more civil and loving side to finally make its appearance. I would say the timing, coupled with Julia’s exit, was nothing short of perfection. These two needed to bring themselves to a much more agreeable place with each other mentally. It was now time for them to feel each other out, and learn about each other. Julia and Malicia were simply variables that made their relationship trying, at best.

Yes, they were now moving into the next phase of their relationship; the bondage and submission aspect of their lovelife was simply a sidebar for them. They were now entering a place of true intimacy where they could finally allow themselves to be vulnerable and human. Although they would enter this “intimate zone” with a great resistance, in the end, they would discover that to resist each other’s erotic, magnetic, and primal allure would prove to be, at best, futile. These two were deeply connected on all levels, and those connections would not be denied. They were as two stars headed on a collision path with destiny.

Now, it goes without saying that with two strong personalities like Stella’s and Bart’s in the end, they would both have to submit to their own convictions and emotions. Whenever that happens, it is, without a doubt, a given that someone always, always, gets hurt. The next phase would be a rip roaring emotional, intimate, and mental rollercoaster ride! These two lived for the thrill of just that—THE RIDE!!!

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THERE’S A LITTLE HOT TO TROT ROMANCE, BUT MOSTLY POWER STRUGGLES, AND A GREAT DEAL OF “FIRE IN THE WHOLE” TYPE OF LUST, PLEASURE SEEKING, and MODERN DAY LIBERTINISM! TRUST WHEN I SAY…YOU WILL NOT WANT TO PUT THIS BOOK DOWN, NOR LIE DOWN YOUR KINDLE!” PLEASE, FOLLOW THE LINK…


JZAVORIS LUCIANO https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07SZP1Q7M/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_ZdKmDbVVY75DJ


Blurb – Abridged – Excerpt (OWNER OF ALL INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY & MEDIA)

Justice is never revenge. Stella in no way was confused about that. Justice cut deeper; it ran further, stretching its hand like a priest over every sphere of response and more. Justice was payback and restitution, sort of an all in one package deal. Stella-Ann sighed quietly to herself; this is just what was needed; justice. There would be enough time at the table to unleash her wrath and, as with any dish of revenge, she knew it would have to be served up cold! The platter of justice itself was cold, she could feel the frozen stream rise to her nostrils, narrow vertex source.

It was with this thought that she devised one of her most diabolical plans of vengeance…ever! Malicia and Julia would never know what hit them, once Stella set her plan of action into a full operational mode (total offensive tactic).

No longer would Stella-Ann operate from a position of weakness, emotionally, mentally, but most of all psychologically. Damn! My girl was in full battle mode.

That said—there was nothing left for my Battle Buddy to do but initiate that old military “P.I.E.” initiative (Plan, Implement, and Execute) …and by the numbers, of course.


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GRISHAM, ROBERTS, MCMILLAN, DAY & ZANE BETTER WATCH OUT…UM GAINING ON THEM!😎👀👁😁😘🤩🥀🍷


From the Author

I would like to take this opportunity to thank all my fabulous readers, supporters, followers, and fans. You all have been there from the beginning to the present. I could not have fulfilled this dream or destiny without your support, and continued interest in my literary works and journey.
It is my promise that I shall do my very best to bring forward characters in my Novella’s and Novels with both strength, character, and most of all intrigue. Through your literary and social media engagements, you all prompted me to be a far better writer/author than I could have ever imagined. For this…please know that I am eternally grateful!

Your continued support is both cherished and endeared.


About the Author

Ms. Jzavoris Luciano was born in 1963, part of the “greatest generation” of baby boomers. Having traveled around the world, beginning at age five; her world view was shaped from 1968 until the present day. At the tender age of 5yrs old; the writer lived in Germany; with her parents, and younger sister. Her father was stationed in Frankfurt (The General’s Assistant). August of that same year, Russia invaded the Czech Republic. It doesn’t get more realistic…than that! This one experience, at such a young age, would propel Ms. Luciano to see the world from the lenses of reality and conviction. Readers will find this evident in her writing prose. As a novelist, her favorite genres are Military Romance and Southern Suspense Noir. In addition, as a Gulf War veteran, it’s clear that she witnessed many an adventure, and unsurpassed decadence. Those experiences have made the +50-year old Glamma and veteran one of the most unique writers of nuance and old-world clichés. The literary world needs to keep a withering eye upon the horizon for this determined, and future bestselling author of Romance and Suspense Noir. Look for great, engaging, and compelling literary works from Ms. Luciano; soon!


Again…Thank You All For Embarking On This Literary Journey: With The “Smoking Glass Lit Bar!”


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MY VERY FIRST REVIEW

“ANGELIC FIENDS” – Paranormal Purgatory Between BEASTS & Their Reprobative Fallen ANGELS…

OWNER OF INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY….


FOREWORD

Words of Wisdom: “Love will chart a path into places wolves would not dare to pray!” In life always see”…(Lord Byron).


PROLOGUE

I no longer see the world through the proverbial, rose-colored glasses. That said, I guess one might surmise that I was forced into my idyllic existentialism by both fate and monsters…now seen as vile Beast. I was to become their Incubus—a Fallen Angel, of sorts. Who once upon a time was an inclusive subset of the Beasts unit. Once obfuscated from their union I was used for, nothing less, than horrid conjecture; rachet torment; and of course a permeable relick of their lost virtues. A miserable spectacle for others to gesture; point their fingers at; then made a permanent outcast of their inner sanctum. The Beasts possessed the craft…of that there is no doubt. However, to their folly and lost great works…I had the gift…the powerful gift of Empathic Sight. This would be a Fallen Angel’s refuge, and reckoning. What a powerful tool! In the end I would need it


Finally—to their infamous peril, I could see the Beasts as they were—bloodletting parasites of their sanctioned realm! The acknowledge- ment of this allowed me to become privy to my own dark cabilities, in life. Where once I could not see; I found my vision and voice; via the conduits of my frustrations which nearly, left me with a broken spirit.


Whomever I was meant and determined to become in life—their vile purgatory will no longer be my hell here on earth! It was with that notion, and at that moment I knew: and could taste the sweetness of freedom. In addition, as their horrid creature, I would be approachable; reprobative; and lustful. It was the only way I could psychologically and physically exist…. to ever truly live out my own life. After that, they would forever be the bloodletting beings superfluous to me… and lost to the real world within their purgatorial sect. As for this Fallen Angel, I set my sights to become glorious and unapologetic for my choices: and way of life! I had escaped from the coldroun of doom, so to speak.


You see—my journey began the moment I could fathom freedom from the blood suckling of the Beasts. Again, my altruism made me Angelic, however, my desire for independence; love; lust, and life…on my own terms…made me their Fiend. Because I was no longer controllable, nor beholding to their sect. I would now become both good and sinister in this fight. There was no mistaking it. The Beast and their Fiend were now…at War!


Belive me when I say…the Beasts were great teachers of evil, and disdain. Nonetheless, I never relented in my quest for freedom! To do so, I recognized…straight away…that I would have to fight; and give all that I could possibly give of myself; and unto the world that was still good, and salvageable. This would be a very difficult and daunting task: because the Beasts were all around me…in my world. They never missed an opportunity to remind me of their unmitigated spite! I would, now, have to turn vile and rechet in this fight to become who or whom I was destined to be, rather famous or infamous. ON MY OWN FUCKING TERMS!


I… Jean’ Michele’ Lachaille will no longer be their captive, or moral monstrosity! This time—should the Clan continue to come for me; in an effort to make me extinct—let the antagonists, and bain of my existence know one real truth. Rather I die or live through this, unspeakable, malice—I shall rise from either a cold and darken grave, or by the wings of St. Micheal and Gabriel themselves. As I ascend they will learn, up close and personal…”Of The Trechery I Have Suffered—As The Angelic Fiend Within Me— Imploy My Own Rage and Revenge!”


To BE CONTINUED…THANKS FOR STOPPING BY MY SITE!

“MONSTERS OF IMMINENT MERIT – Paranormal Purgatory Between BEASTS and Their Reprobative Fallen ANGELS…

PROLOGUE

DEFACTO HABITUAL ARBITERS


So much of idyllic lust and love by Spooks (cloak and dagger types), and their intimate Assets are shaped in none conventional psychological and clinical theory──yet, so, very Lord Byron (capricious and unattainable)…. in its brutal application! This peculiar romantic idealism for so many a clandestine affair has been considered very Sigmund Freud in processed thought──yet I beg and to differ. Because, in actuality, I believe that this type of thought process──in reference to their intimate relationships──is more along the lines of Dr. Gustav Jung’s ideas and theories of passion: than that of Dr. Frued.


The gentleman and scholar, of early 20th-century psychoanalysis, was more of a realist than pragmatist: and very Lord Byron and Marquis De Sade (libertine in sexuality) in the darkest corridors of his mind. That said, it’s the libertinism that gives both the strength of inherent perception and unbridled illusiveness to most Spooks, or for lack of better term Spy types. In many cases—love is not the “begin all-end all” for relations of intimacy. Unfortunately, it is a very sobering truth many Spooks and Assets are mentally and emotionally prepared to deal with. Most operatives who attempt, or rather tend to love so unattainably often feel cursed by their own inabilities to reach outward emotionally.


However, on the flip side of this coin──the strength gained from such an acknowledgment is the gift of becoming the quintessential habitual arbiter of intimate emancipation—-freeing of the mind to lust and love with unbridled courage from…yet at a safe distance.


It was during the brutal election of 2008──the election between Barrack Obama and Hilary Clinton──that Lady George (the Asset) and Barrister Richard Monson (the Dark Spook) met. Their encounter, though inadvertent, would be no less impactful: upon both their lives!


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THE PASSAGE SAGA CONTINUES (Book Blog)…

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GENRE: CONTEMPORARY FICTION –
SUSPENSE – DRAMA – ROMANCE – NOIRE’..


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ARE YOU A “NORA ROBERTS”, “SYLVIA DAY”, “ZANE”, “JOHN GRISHAM”, OR “TERRY MCMILLAN” LOVER? IF SO, YOU WILL LOVE MY LATEST PUBLISHED SUSPENSE, DRAMA, and NOIR!


THERE’S A LITTLE HOT TO TROT ROMANCE, BUT MOSTLY POWER STRUGGLES, AND A GREAT DEAL OF “FIRE IN THE WHOLE” TYPE OF LUST, PLEASURE SEEKING, and MODERN DAY LIBERTINISM! TRUST WHEN I SAY…YOU WILL NOT WANT TO PUT THIS BOOK DOWN, NOR LIE DOWN YOUR KINDLE!” PLEASE, FOLLOW THE LINK…


JZAVORIS LUCIANO https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07SZP1Q7M/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_ZdKmDbVVY75DJ


Blurb – Abridged – Excerpt (OWNER OF ALL INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY & MEDIA)

Justice is never revenge. Stella in no way was confused about that. Justice cut deeper; it ran further, stretching its hand like a priest over every sphere of response and more. Justice was payback and restitution, sort of an all in one package deal. Stella-Ann sighed quietly to herself; this is just what was needed; justice. There would be enough time at the table to unleash her wrath and, as with any dish of revenge, she knew it would have to be served up cold! The platter of justice itself was cold, she could feel the frozen stream rise to her nostrils, narrow vertex source.

It was with this thought that she devised one of her most diabolical plans of vengeance…ever! Malicia and Julia would never know what hit them, once Stella set her plan of action into a full operational mode (total offensive tactic).

No longer would Stella-Ann operate from a position of weakness, emotionally, mentally, but most of all psychologically. Damn! My girl was in full battle mode.

That said—there was nothing left for my Battle Buddy to do but initiate that old military “P.I.E.” initiative (Plan, Implement, and Execute) …and by the numbers, of course.


img_20190617_124805_2192264412505000413174.jpg


GRISHAM, ROBERTS, MCMILLAN, DAY & ZANE BETTER WATCH OUT…UM GAINING ON THEM!😎👀👁😁😘🤩🥀🍷


From the Author

I would like to take this opportunity to thank all my fabulous readers, supporters, followers, and fans. You all have been there from the beginning to the present. I could not have fulfilled this dream or destiny without your support, and continued interest in my literary works and journey.
It is my promise that I shall do my very best to bring forward characters in my Novella’s and Novels with both strength, character, and most of all intrigue. Through your literary and social media engagements, you all prompted me to be a far better writer/author than I could have ever imagined. For this…please know that I am eternally grateful!

Your continued support is both cherished and endeared.


About the Author

Ms. Jzavoris Luciano was born in 1963, part of the “greatest generation” of baby boomers. Having traveled around the world, beginning at age five; her world view was shaped from 1968 until the present day. At the tender age of 5yrs old; the writer lived in Germany; with her parents, and younger sister. Her father was stationed in Frankfurt (The General’s Assistant). August of that same year, Russia invaded the Czech Republic. It doesn’t get more realistic…than that! This one experience, at such a young age, would propel Ms. Luciano to see the world from the lenses of reality and conviction. Readers will find this evident in her writing prose. As a novelist, her favorite genres are Military Romance and Southern Suspense Noir. In addition, as a Gulf War veteran, it’s clear that she witnessed many an adventure, and unsurpassed decadence. Those experiences have made the +50-year old Glamma and veteran one of the most unique writers of nuance and old-world clichés. The literary world needs to keep a withering eye upon the horizon for this determined, and future bestselling author of Romance and Suspense Noir. Look for great, engaging, and compelling literary works from Ms. Luciano; soon!


Again…Thank You All For Embarking On This Literary Journey: With The “Smoking Glass Lit Bar!”


🍷🥀🍷🥀🍷🥀🍷🥀🍷🥀🍷🥀🍷🥀🍷


MY VERY FIRST REVIEW