The Book of Masks (Vol. 3)

Dirty Omens

Previously: "A Game and a Garner" 

Eva's personality and feelings—the excitement she felt at being with Jeremy—are strong enough that you've no real difficulty giving in to them. There's nothing padded in the basement, so it's a little awkward. But you find an old, dirty, and badly ripped faux-leather swivel chair, and Caleb/Jeremy sits in it and takes the bottom. You straddle him and rub your new pussy against his very erect cock until you are ready to take it inside yourself.

"Oh God," you gasp. It's one thing to have Eva's memories of the times she's done this, but quite another to directly experience it. The chair groans piteously as the two of you thrust at each other. You brace your hands against his shoulders and throw your head back. He pushes harder and deeper into you until ...

With a snap the chair breaks off its central column, and both of you tumble hard to the ground.

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"If you wanna switch, I'm totally fine with it still," Caleb says after you've disentangled yourselves.

"I think it killed the mood," you say. "Let's bring in some old beach towels or something soft before we try that again." Still, you curl up with him and start looking through the next spell while stroking each other.

It's a very different kind of spell, and it looks like it's going to be a problem. By the time you've got it figured out, you are both in despair.

"It's gonna cost at least a couple hundred to buy that much fuel," Caleb moans.

You're more put off by the fact that it calls for four hundred pounds of earth dug out of graveyard. "We're gonna need help. Both for money and moving that much dirt."

"We can get the dirt between the two of us," Caleb insists.

"And the money?"

He's silent for a moment. "Eva?" he says at last.

"What?"

"No. I mean, we could get the money from Eva. You, uh, do look like her," he points out. "And you should know how to get some money."

"It could be either of us," you retort. But you do ponder the suggestion. You're almost certain you could fake her signature, and she's got a good memory for numbers, so she even knows her bank checking account number. "I haven't got any ID of hers," you say slowly. "But her aunt works at one of the branches, and I guess I could fake my way past her ..."

But then you shake your head. That would be stealing. And besides, you already spent the afternoon fucking Eva over, and it ended with a bad omen.

"We could bring Keith in on it," you suggest. "He has that job at Don's Donuts, so he should have some free money."

Caleb looks dubious. "I like Keith, but he's kind of a flake, don't you think? Besides, the fewer people know about this, the better."

"So, do you have a suggestion?"

He thinks a bit. "Well, I have a cousin at the university."

"Really? First time you've ever mentioned him. Besides, I thought you said we didn't want to bring anyone else in."

"We wouldn't," he grins. "We'd just rent Dylan the Eva mask."

Your eyes bug out. "Are you crazy?"

"No, think about it. We don't have to tell him where we got it, only that we found it. Tell him that for two hundred bucks we'll let him wear it over a Friday and Saturday."

"But what if someone sees him? And if he's wearing that mask, he'll know who it is."

"He's at the university. What are the chances that he'll run into someone who knows Eva? Even if he doesn't, with the memories, he could fake his way past. Or he can just pretend to be someone else. A lookalike."

"Eva already has one of those. It's a creature named Jessica."

"Thing is," Caleb says, "I guarantee you he'll pay for the chance, and will keep his mouth shut if it means getting another shot at wearing the mask. We charge him for those chances too, and we can bankroll any other spells that need major money."

"How can you be so sure he'll want to do this?"

"He's gay and more than a little kinky. He'd so get off on using her to get in bed with a bunch of the college jocks and frat boys."

Next: "Dealin' with Dylan" 

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