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  A Wicked Choice

  A short story by Calinda B

  Published by Sumner McKenzie, Inc.

  Kingston, WA, 98346

  Ebook Edition

  Copyright @2012 Calinda B

  All Rights Reserved

  ISBN: 978-0-9839126-3-7

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  Table of Contents

  A Wicked Choice - Short Story

  Bonus free read – A 13 chapter excerpt of A Wicked Awakening

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  A Wicked Choice

  The man-like creature with long black hair dusted with powdered starlight floated naked with languid ease in the center of the circle of Galaxy Dancers. His muscled body shone as if lit by the sun. His feral, cat-like eyes were luminescent gold and burned with lava-like intensity.

  “Throw it! Throw the star fragment,” called the beautiful woman-like creature from the edge of the circle. She stood with a star-tipped bat fashioned out of space junk left behind by long ago inhabitants. Her hair burst from her head in fiery flames. Her blue eyes were specked with tiny bits of orange and gold which looked like miniscule, glowing cinders lodged in her irises. Like her cosmic lover, she wore no clothes. Her skin glowed with an inner light, giving her entire visage an altogether intoxicating appeal.

  “In a moment,” the man-like creature said seductively. “First, I’d like to toss something else your way.” He kissed his palm, blew the tiny kiss into form, and sent the morsel of love sailing on a bliss-filled breath towards his beloved.

  She shuddered with delight when the kiss found its destination on her neck. Shaking her head, she sputtered, “Unfair advantage! Throw it, K, or else I’ll tackle you!”

  “That would certainly be more fun,” he said, chuckling. “My beloved C,” he added, referring to the letter she was known as.

  Each of the Galaxy Dancers was known by a single letter based on the Latin alphabet. They’d adopted the letter system after a visit to the planet known as Earth. Prior to that, they’d used only tones to reference one another. There were 52 Galaxy Dancers which meant that the letters could be used more than once. The meaning of each letter, however, was unique to the individual.

  Each letter possessed an accompanying harmonic sound. The male’s letter, the letter K, represented a master vibration and was the letter known as the Bearer of Light and Form. The associated sound was one of utter bliss and fiery ecstasy, a sensation at which he excelled at producing in concert with C. The female’s letter C represented the Beautiful Mind and the Soul’s Song. Her sound was one of supreme passion and infinite delight, a sensation she surpassed all at creating with K. Together, the male and the female formed the core of the Galaxy Dancers. Although the group abided in democratic fashion, K and C were considered their high exalted leaders.

  “Here, let me send you a hot, wet one,” K teased. He kissed his palm once more, and this time, licked the kiss into a soft, liquescent, clay-like substance. Giving the moist bit of vibrating pleasure a more forceful breath, this wet delicacy soared towards his lover, gathering heat, and struck her in the third eye.

  “Ahhh,” she moaned. The hot, liquid bliss oozed down each side of her face, slithered down her tender neck and swirled around each breast lovingly as if it were the loving fingers of K. Her head went back, her core began to ooze with honeyed nectar, and she nearly gave in to the pleasure. Shaking her head like a wet dog, she blinked, focused, and took her stance again. “Toss the damn star fragment.”

  “Whatever for, this is much more fun!” K laughed. He turned to the other Galaxy Dancers. “What do you think? Should I toss the damn star fragment?”

  Another K spoke up. He was called K2. His K stood for fluid, watery rapture and deep abiding knowledge. With brown, red, and blond hair and deep green and blue-flecked eyes, he floated, nude, next to his star soul, the blue being known as C2. “If she manages to hit the cursed thing, you know what it means for all of us.” His glittering pleasure-appendage jerked in response.

  C2 trilled with delight. The other dancers shuddered in response.

  “Ah, yes, I do recall,” K said, in a silken voice. His brilliant pleasure-appendage pretty much remained in a state of arousal all the time. The only way one could tell if he was really aroused was when rays of light began emanating from his shaft in a peacock-like display of resplendent color, like it was beginning to do right now. He let out a husky, pleasurable sound. “Mmm.” He sniffed the atmosphere and let the scent of C’s sex-soaked need spike his senses. “Surely you don’t want to keep this little game going, do you, mon amour?”

  “Throw the damn star fragment, K!” C let out a breath of angry impatience. The breath contained sharp, angled edges and caused paper-cut like slices in the skin of the dancers as it whistled by.

  Assuming their typical collective voice, in unison, they let out a loud sound of displeasure. “Throw it, K!” they called in a single harmonious voice. “This is not the sensation we are seeking.”

  K tossed the star fragment up, reached for it, and pulled it down into his palm. His golden eyes flared with light as he gazed upon her splendid beauty. “You only have one chance this time, mon amour. I had to search and search to find a star fragment this size and shape.”

  C blew out her breath, wiggled her behind, and said, “I’m ready!” She held the starry space junk bat aloft.

  “You do realize that star fragments are chaotic in nature, right? I can aim it true, but its trajectory will be frenzied, at best.”

  “I know. We play this game all the time.” She wiggled her rump again, pawed the space in front of her with her small jewel-embellished foot, and once more said, “Let’s go.”

  K tossed the fragment, spun in a circle, and deftly lunged for it before it floated away.

  “For Pete’s Sake, toss the damn star bit! Stop showing off!”

  “Temper, temper, mon amour.” K brought the particle close to his chest. Turned to the side. Gave a one pointed gaze in C’s direction. Torqued his limb behind him. Then he let loose with his powerful arm.

  The fragment of energy zigged, zagged, and then hung in the air. C bit her lip and focused on it. It remained suspended, humming and vibrating. C licked her lips. She pursed her mouth and blew out her breath. “Come on, come on,” she said under her breath.

  The other Galaxy Dancers shifted nervously. They clustered around K, making the circle small and tight.

  “Back up,” K commanded. “I can’t breathe if you’re this close.”

  In unison, they inhaled and exhaled, using their exhalation to push backwards, giving K space. “Sorry, K,” they said in a chorus.

  The buzzing fragment began to glow. Sparkles of light shot this way and that.

  “Ho, boy,” C said. “This one’s going to be a doozy.” She ducked her head as one of the light bursts zinged past her head.

  “There’s nothing I can do,” K said. “I gave it all I’ve got. Chaotic and unstable, remember?”

  “Shhh,” C said. “I’m trying to fo
cus here.”

  The collective was holding its breath now. “I don’t think she can do it,” one of them finally uttered nervously. They all nodded in agreement.

  “Shut up, everybody!” C clutched the bat. Her hands white-knuckled the junk bat. The vibrating ball of light was pulsing faster and faster and faster, yet the fragment remained where it was, gathering energy. C took two rapid breaths. Twisted the bat in her sweaty palms.

  The collective tensed. Even K, the normally calm, cool, and collected one of the bunch, found his muscles tightening. The entire group leaned in towards C and the suspended star fragment.

  As one lone drop of sweat leaked out of her forehead, C ignored it, giving her complete attention to the ball of energy.

  Like a rocket, the star fragment released from suspension and hurtled towards C. The collective gasped. Even though she could no longer see the darn thing, C swung on instinct.

  The space junk bat exploded with sound as it met the star fragment, destroying its shape, sending particles in all directions. Time warped for a few, slowing to an exquisite crawl. The resulting sound and light show pulsated through the group in slow motion rapture. The members of the group all sounded their pleasure, moaning and crying with ecstasy. To further enhance their joy, they reached for their lovers. The males fitted the tips of their pleasure-appendage vajras into the pleasure-receptacle lotuses of their females and began to make deep, resonant sounds. They pushed their vajras deep into the slick lotus blossom cores, seeking connection with the All That Is. The females opened the inner gates to paradise as their pleasure increased. As their hearts were filled with the essence of love and divine nectar, they began to go mad with joy.

  K and C could not connect in such a fashion, however. If they were ever to join in bodily consummation, they would disappear; one absorbed into the other, forming a giant black hole which would suck the entire collective into nothingness. Their pleasure came from energetic exchanges. They had a shared mind, a shared heart, a shared soul, and held nothing back from one another, ever. This transparency yielded the highest of delights. They rippled and pulsed with light, surrounding one another, curling around one another, sending fountains of joyful energy into and around one another, breathing into one another until neither one could contain their aroused passion. Then they would stream in orgasmic delight, absorbed completely in mutual rapture. When their bliss subsided, they would feel charged, revitalized, and renewed. Using this energy, they, as well as the collective, could enhance the galaxy, produce change, or simply lend energy to other life forms incapable of such exquisite sexual combustion. Their role in the galaxy was unparalleled.

  On this occasion, after several non-touching energy love explosions, the pair drifted off into paradise realms, as did the rest of the collective. All were sated.

  After a time, C, who had been floating next to K, jabbed him in the ribs.

  “What is it, sexy girl?” he asked without opening his eyes. A sweet, beatific smile appeared on his face. His hands were clasped loosely over his flat abdomen.

  “I’m bored,” C replied.

  K frowned and lifted open one eye. “Bored, you say?”

  “Yes, bored.”

  The collective heard the statement as well. They gasped in unison and said, “She’s bored! She who is the soul of the universe is bored. What does this mean?”

  K repositioned himself, opened both eyes and stared at her. “Yes, mon amour, what exactly does this mean?”

  “It means I want to do something different. I want to have an experience like the others have.”

  K frowned again. “What kind of experience?”

  “I want to feel my body connecting with another body.”

  K’s frown deepened. “Our high exalted love is sought after. Galaxies of beings have fought to uncover the secret of you and me. You know this, though. Why would you wish for a lesser experience?”

  “What makes you think it’s lesser?” C reached for a bit of cosmic dust that floated past. She rolled it between her fingers, placed it upon her palm, and then blew it back into the atmosphere.

  “Remember that group of beings who wanted to measure the energetic output of our loving exchanges and compare it with the energetic output of the collective’s exchanges?”

  “Yeah, so?”

  K narrowed his eyes at her. What was she up to? “Well,” he began carefully. “It showed that our orgasmic energetic output was 10 times the output of the others combined. I think that qualifies as greater, don’t you?” He beamed at her, thinking he’d put the subject to rest.

  “That only showed energetic output. It didn’t reveal levels of satisfaction.”

  “Ouch,” he said, squinting at her. “Just what are you saying?”

  The collective now sat up, ears and eyes alert. If it was going to be an argument, it was going to affect them all. They cringed and waited.

  Her voice began to rise. “I’m saying that I want a different experience, K. What are you going to do about it?”

  His eyebrows shot up. Again, he searched carefully for the right words to say. “Well, if this is your idea, what are you going to do about it? I shan’t stand in your way,” he added, feeling like this was the perfect, supportive answer. He flashed a brilliant smile at her.

  C looked thoughtful. She looked at K. She knew she couldn’t try out her experiment with him. Their very existence depended on not physically conjoining. All of them would be gone in the blink of an eye – poof! She looked at the collective. None of them would do. Then, she snapped her fingers. “I’ve got it! I’ll assume an earthly form and mate with one of them! That planet has a lot of promising partners!” She grinned, pleased with her idea.

  The Galaxy Dancers cringed and looked nervously at one another. They stared at K, waiting for his response.

  His lips were tight, and the muscles of his neck were thick and corded. Taking a deep calming breath, he said, “Mon amour, you know I would not, could not, deny you any experience. I have not done so throughout time, nor shall I begin to do so. We are shared mind, shared heart, shared soul. But assuming earthly existence is not without its perils. For instance, you’ll have to abide by Earth rules most of the time. And think of how it will affect that planet if anyone should find out about you – you know, who you are in truth.”

  She waved her hand in the atmosphere, dismissing his concerns. “We’re Galaxy Dancers. We can deal.”

  “Yes,” he said cautiously. “We are Galaxy Dancers. But your heart beats with the rhythm of existence. Your life rhythm helps keep the universe in synchrony. What do you think will happen if you assume a different form elsewhere?”

  “You guys can pick up the slack. I’m tired of so much responsibility here.”

  “It’s hardly what you would call responsibility. All you have to do is exist in enjoyment.” His lip curled in annoyance.

  C shook her head. “I need a break.”

  At this, K was baffled. With great effort, K forced his eyebrows to move down from his hairline, his eyes softening from their bewildered appearance. “Alright, we can try that for a time. What do you say, everyone?”

  The collective nodded and plastered smiles on their faces. “Yes, of course, we can help out in whatever way we can.” They looked at one another in alarm.

  “See?” C said brightly.

  Saying something and doing something are two different things, K thought.

  “I heard that,” C said sharply.

  “We all heard that,” chimed the other dancers. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

  Realizing he had not shielded his thoughts, K slowly turned his head, giving everyone one of his piercing gazes. The collective turned away from the heat of scrutiny. He turned back to C.

  C returned his gaze with equal challenge. “I’m doing this,” she said in crisp, measured tones.

  “I know you are doing this.” K gave her a flinty stare. “I’m not stopping you, am I?”

  “No,” C snapped back. “But I
feel as if you are placating me.”

  “So what if I am? What are my choices?”

  The two faced one another in a starry stand-off of light and heat. Their bodies blazed with flames of anger. The collective turned in the opposite direction and stared out at the cosmic dust, planets, and stars.

  “You don’t have a choice.”

  “And there you have it!” K bellowed. His retort reverberated through the dancers, causing their hair to stand on end. “Only the truth is I always have a choice. Always…”

  “Yes, you do! You have a choice.”

  “So do you!” K retorted. His rage shot from his eyes like a flame thrower.

  “Well, then, why are you always leading us around the universe like cattle? What kind of choice is that for me?! We roam, roam, roam some more, bring love, joy, and pleasure to the cosmos. I’m tired of it, I tell you. Tired!”

  K’s eyes flared with heat. Tiny swirls of fire burst from his eyes and rolled along his face before disappearing from existence. “Are you saying you want to bring chaos and misery to the universe? Have fun. Go make the cosmos a living hell!”

  “That’s not what I want! I just want to have a choice in the matter! I want to have a choice in what we do each day!”

  “You have a say in this! You always have! This existence is not…my…choice…alone.” He bit off the last words with precision, like chopping meat into bits with a razor sharp knife.

  Her words left her mouth like icicles. “And yet who decides where to go and what to do every day? Me? The collective? You say my heartbeat helps synchronize cosmic rhythms. Then why am I following after you all the time? Are you God? Are you the Source of Existence itself? I, for one, think you are not,” she spat out in fury. “All I’m asking for is to pursue a different course of action for a change. One that I decide on. Me!” As the words left her mouth, they coalesced into cold, sharp fragments. She plucked one of them out of the atmosphere and flung it at K.

  He caught it with ease, wincing as it sliced his palm. He sucked the blood that seeped from his skin. “Are you finished?” He focused his mind on the cut until it disappeared.