Friday, July 11, 2014
No Boy's Allowed
Smoke puffed from his human nostrils as Erol watched his fair love and her friend scurry around her abode packing clothes for a trip to Las Vegas of all places. Why would his Greely choose to go somewhere dubbed “Sin City” when she could be with him? “Why?”
“Why what, Erol?” She all but huffed at him as she gathered her toiletries.
“Why do you think to go to a place of sin with her?” Erol pointed to the woman currently picking her way through Greely’s overabundance of footwear.
“Her, has a name, Slimey.”
Erol glared at the arrant camel with the smirk on her face. She and his Fair one had been trying to change what they call “his sexist ways” since the beginning of their time together. He didn’t think he was a sexist. He didn’t think women weren’t bright. His Greely was one smart lady. So was Karma. He worried not that they could be talked into harm or out of their knickers, but he did fret that they could be overpowered by any number of ruffians.
If he had a hope of winning this battle he needed to guard his words.
“Why do you venture to a dangerous city with Karma rather than going to this Hardly Plotter world thing with me?”
“Hardly Plo…, Erol I think you mean Harry Potter.”
“Yes, fine, that. Come with me. I think they have my cousin chained to their roof and I must free him.”
Greely looked at him as though he had spent too much time underwater without replenishing his air supply before a loud gasping laugh burst from her lips. Karma rolled on the floor, no sound escaping.
“Oh Erol, that’s not a real dragon. It’s like a sculpture.”
“It breathes fire.”
“Animatronics… a mechanical sculpture.”
“Oh.” Why in the world would they have a reproduction of his cousin on the top of a building in a children’s fun park? “Fine. Come with me then to verify it is a reproduction of my irresponsible cousin and then we will fly to Britain and find him so that I might scorch his arse and bring him back to Talbot’s Peak. He clearly needs a keeper.”
“Erol, this is a girl’s weekend. We’re going to have a spa day, drink, dance, take in a show and gamble. No boys allowed.”
“Then it is good for us both, Fair one,” he said, crowding her closer to the wall. “That I am not a boy, but a full grown man.”
“Yes, well, yes…Erol,” she gasped into his ear as he dived into the smooth skin below her ear. Her moans encouraged him. He grabbed the backs of her thighs and hefted her up, wrapping her long legs around his hips as he ground himself against her softness.
“Okay, wait,” Greely’s sassy camel friend pushed her way almost between Erol and his mate, forcing him to set down his precious load. “Break it up you two.”
She clearly did not worry for her safety.
“Erol, if we go to Vegas without you, are you going to follow us anyway?”
“Of course. My mate must be protected.”
“Erol!” Greely squealed. “It’s a girl’s weekend. I’ll be okay.”
“Gree, let’s face it, he’s coming whether you like it or not so let’s make the best of it. To be honest, I’ve always wanted to get my hands on a wand of my own and the sweet lovin’ of a dragony Brit.”
“What about Vegas? I thought this was a shake it don’t break it girls get-away? Do you not want to go any longer?”
“Oh no, we’re still going there, but now it’s going to be a girls gone wild weekend…nudity optional and we’ll have our big strong protector to keep the skeezers away. Then we’ll take the dragon express to Hardly Plotter and across the pond.”
Erol should have wondered what he’d gotten himself when Karma finished her speech, but he was still stuck on nudity optional. “There will be NO nudity, Fair one. Unless you are alone with me.”
“Don’t be a killjoy, slimey.” Karma poked him in the chest before crossing her arms and tapping her finger to her chin. “So, do you have a cute dragon saddle? And where exactly do I put my luggage?”
Have a great weekend!