Angelia Sparrow & Naomi Brooks [A] Into Dark Waters

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hand on his throat, and glowered at him. Johnny stared up
at the handsome face, seeing Lou's own horns for the first
time. Lil's had been sexy last night. But in gathering
twilight, when he knew it was no dream or wild fantasy, all
he found them was terrifying.
Don't try breaking it, Lou snarled. Johnny shivered,
feeling deep in his bones what the very sexy man truly was.
We're good friends to have, but lousy creditors. Some
guys think they're smart. Like that Daniels asshole. And
Daniel Webster may have gotten old Jabez Stone off, but I
had them both in the end.
They don't call him the king of lawyers for nothing,
dear, Lil added.
As Johnny looked up way up, surely Lou hadn't been
that big a minute ago he understood the seriousness of the
deal. Got it.
Lou let him up and seemed to shrink back into the
good-looking driver Johnny had first seen. Johnny rubbed
his neck a little and looked at Lil.
Lil kissed him. Don't fret, child. It's not all on you.
We'll see you often, since you may call on us for help with
any contracts. In fact, we insist. Elvis turned into such a
mess with that dreadful Colonel.
How do I call you? Johnny didn't have a cell phone
and it seemed ridiculous that the devil would have one.
Lil held up a guitar pick, made of black stone, too thick
and heavy to use. Johnny took it, feeling its heat as he
weighed it in his palm. You'll know how to use it when
you need it, she promised.
Lou had returned to rubbing him, chest and arms and
shoulders, interspersed with kisses. Lil just watched them.
Lou's cock poked him in the belly, hard and wanting
attention.
Are you game for another round? Lil whispered,
kissing him, the sharpness of her fangs disturbingly erotic
on his tongue. I like to watch Lou work. She moved
away from the bed and sat in one of the front seats.
Johnny nodded. Lou nudged his legs apart and aligned
their hard cocks between their bellies. He rocked against
Johnny, the hot satin of his shaft sliding along Johnny's
own. Decadent and utterly male in execution, the act
brought Johnny off like a geyser.
When Lou rolled off of him to lie beside him, Lil
moved in to lick them both, her tongue oddly rough, like a
cat's. Johnny moaned, feeling himself get ready for a third
time.
Never been that quick before.
Never had a sexy devil like me before, Lou teased.
True on every particular, Johnny agreed. Especially
the sexy. He groaned as Lil spread his legs farther to suck
on his balls. Lil, honey, please, you're killing me.
She laughed. Not yet. She licked his head. Such a
pretty pecker and all for me. She straddled him and took
him in, shedding her sweater as she lowered herself. You
got the most gorgeous tits, Johnny said. She lowered them
to him and he licked her stiff nipples, before settling in to
suck one.
Lou kissed his neck and ear. She's amazing isn't she?'
He sucked at the other, clutching the breast in a way that
looked painful to Johnny. Lil moaned when he bit, coming
in a flood around Johnny's cock. Johnny tried a hard nibble
and she came again.
Uh-huh. Johnny was lost when she bore down and
her twat seemed to clench shut around him, clutching him
tight, tighter than anything he'd been in, making him come
almost at once.
Lil collapsed atop them and Johnny slowly went soft.
She stood up as soon as he was out and pulled her clothes
on, scowling at the clock. Gotta get you where you're
going.
Johnny lay beside Lou for another hour, letting Lou
teach him new music, half by repetition, half by osmosis.
Name him, darling, Lil said from the front seat as
they screamed down the long hill toward Music City.
Jubal, Lou whispered in his ear. You are Johnny
Cotton to the rest of the world, but your real name is
Jubal.
Johnny shivered, the sound of it like music on his skin.
Jubal was the great-grandson, five times removed, of
Cain and one of my daughters, Lil put in. He's the father
of all musicians.
Good name, Johnny-now-Jubal agreed.
Get dressed, darlings, we're almost there. Lil slowed
the truck from its highway speed to the city pace. She
pulled off on the exit ramp near Music Row and parked
illegally in a grocery store's lot.
So is it goodbye? Or just later? Johnny asked.
Later. Until you get your first contract. Carry the pick
in your pocket to every studio meeting.
Lou handed him his guitar case and suitcase. Then he
handed over a small satchel. Thirty-six years, dear boy.
Lil blew him a kiss and the big black truck roared off
toward Kentucky. Johnny walked a ways, up to the Row,
and found a bench under a street light. There was a tag on
the satchel that said, Open this compartment first.
He did and found a wallet, with money and cards for
the heads of all the major studios, with appointment dates.
A key ring held a Ford key and a house key. A notebook
poked him with its wire spiral. He opened it.
In the lot of the McDonald's, you will find a red truck.
The map of Nashville on the front seat has your apartment
marked and your itinerary for the next two weeks. Don't
disappoint us, darling. Kisses, L&L. The spiky
handwriting appeared as he read each line. When he looked
in his bag, he saw all his clothes had changed into new and
glitzier outfits.
In the McDonald's lot, he found a 1990 F150 pickup,
not at all new, but clearly in good shape. Over a burger, he
traced out his route on the map and drove to his apartment
after supper. It wasn't in the best part of town, but it wasn't
a total slum. The message on the fridge said his rent had
been paid for a year. And that they'd be very disappointed if
he had to make a rent payment on this place.
Johnny sat in his new apartment and opened the guitar
case. Instead of the cheap, blond wood Yamaha with its
dollar slicks and plastic frets, he gawked at a twelve-string
Gibson SJ-200 True Vintage acoustic. He stared. That
model was only supposed to be made as a six-string. The
maple box gleamed mellowly in the lamplight and the
strings shone. Spares were tucked into the case, Cleartone
EMPs, with the hex core and the micron coating. Johnny let
out a low whistle. When he went with Lou and Lil, he went
first class, at least musically. He strummed the guitar and
got a low sexy growl out of the strings. It played like
Waylon Jennings sounded. Perfect.
He looked it over more closely and realized the vine
pattern on the fret-board wasn't quite standard. When he
touched one of the silver-inlaid swirls, he could swear he
felt Lil's mouth on his, in one of her light sexy kisses. He
pressed at one of the mother-of-pearl leaves and he could
feel Lou's cock, long and hard against the crack of his ass
and Lou's arms around him. Oh yes, this would be a fun
guitar to play.
A rolled parchment scroll lay in the bottom of the case.
Johnny unrolled it. It was a contract, signed in blood,
outlining his duties and benefits as Jubal, rocker in the hire
of Lou and Lil Schiffer.
***
They were waiting in the wings before he went out.
Johnny hadn't seen Lil and Lou for years, not since he'd
locked into a thirteen-year contract. They'd delivered on
everything. He had six Grammies and a mansion full of
gold and platinum records. He wasn't bigger than the
Beatles, but he was bigger than Skynyrd and that was
enough for him. Last summer, Johnny Cotton had been
inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
He'd left a string of broken hearts that had included
some very beautiful actresses and some very talented
rockers, as well as a lot of has-beens, gonna-bes, wanna-bes
and no-talents of all sexes.
Over the years, he'd met a few others also under
contact to the Schiffers. He was the only one who'd
displayed the contract so blatantly, framed on his living
room wall, the drippy dried-blood pentagram inverted at
the bottom.
He'd spent a month of nights in the arms of a soulful
pop balladeer who had smiled sadly upon seeing it. That [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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