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A Horror Story Part 27: A PLAY DEMONIC [THE QUEEN’S IDLE FANCY] by @JustinBog

2/27/2015

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I'm pleased to present the latest horror installment from Justin Bog.
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A Play Demonic (The Queen’s Idle Fancy) 
Part 27

by

Justin Bog
When Leonora opened the door to the large home off Havekost, the home of a Microsoft millionaire who’d lost more in the stock market than he’d ever care to admit, downsizing never mentioned by Leonora, only a quick, “The owners decided to retire to Mexico . . . cheaper to live down there. Like Kings and Queens,” Camoustra and Frenalto fell upon her.

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Peggy wanted out and left the island the Monday after Thanksgiving. She’d had enough of her father arguing and picking fights with Carole, and she actually began to feel sorry for Carole since, often, Peggy couldn’t fathom why her father became so upset with his second wife, her stepmother. She wasn’t evil, just presumptuous, had pursued her father while he’d still been married to her mother, knowing full well that he had a daughter. This cat-like trait, taking and taking whatever shiny bauble catches my fancy, made Carole ugly to Peggy and it’d taken more than a decade for her to come to an adult decision to be kind to the woman. More than kind, she acted like she understood her, felt sorry for her. But, Carole had made her bed.

Peggy didn’t look forward to being home once more, a new Santa Barbara location with her mother and her lecherous husband-of-the-moment, but she didn’t have the wherewithal to remain on her own, as galling as that admission was for her to make. She began to plan an escape long ago, and her mother’s shared wealth with someone who probably only had a few golden years left fit nicely into her plans. She could withstand anything, even a leering request from a wrinkled up over-the-hill ladies man for a massage. The answer was always a loud, “NO!”

Her father had made one last plea for her to return to Anacortes, take up residency in their off-center home—help him with The Queen’s Idle Fancy. The vibe didn’t suit her anymore. She didn’t recognize her smart good-natured father anymore, his love had less weighted consideration on her wants and needs, but she’d keep the offer on the backburner.

Carole surprised Peggy the morning she packed up her suitcase and headed for the airport shuttle, insisting on driving Peggy to the pickup location.

“Your father’s busy with the play,” Carole said.

“More than usual. I noticed.”


“Do me a favor,” Carole said, the favor word being something Peggy loathed, since it was a passive-aggressive manipulation flag word. Often, whatever favor was asked, came with too many strings attached. She resisted rolling her eyes. Carole needed help. Peggy felt that. Witnessed too many skittish moments over the holiday weekend not to feel sorry for her, living under the roof of a man who’d at worst lost his mind, and at best, was obsessed with a play he constantly talked about to the detriment of everyone around him. (Yes, my father’s turned into a monster, but he’d never hurt Carole, would he?)

“What?”

“Don’t come back for Christmas. There’s something going on. Personal. Between your father and me, and I need time to figure things out.”

“Is he hurting you?”

The car silence hit like a physical object.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Peggy said, “I don’t know what I can do to help.”

“Stay away. Let me try to get help.”

READ THE REST OF THE STORY AT JUSTIN'S SITE
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The Fountains of Bellagio #Vegas

2/24/2015

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EPISODE ELEVEN

THE FOUNTAINS OF BELLAGIO
            I push the exit door and walk into the bright sunlight of early afternoon, shading my eyes with a hand to look for the car waiting for me. The limo idles near the front gates, the driver leaning against the front door smoking a cigarette. As I approach, he extinguishes it and opens the rear double doors for me, ushering me inside. 

            George hands me a glass of champagne and a note, a hint of a smile on his face. 

            "You got here fast," I say, sipping the champagne and placing the note on the seat next to me. 

           He nods and taps the glass, giving instructions to the driver about our destination. I do not hear and am happy, for I am in the mood for a surprise after the events of the day. Still feeling the cold wetness against my skin, I take the note into my hands. 
            Ella, 

            After all these years, our time together approaches. I can't tell you how many times             I've imagined having you in my arms and kissing your lips. 

            Until I see you again, enjoy the champagne.

            Always yours,

            Ray
            I can smell his cologne on the paper and close my eyes, imagining his face. Can it all be happening, finally after all these years? The limo jolting to a stop snaps me from my thoughts and I push the button to lower the window, seeing the beautiful Bellagio Casino to the right. 

            "This is your stop," George says, holding out a pair of headphones and music player to me. 

             Tilting my head, I put the headphones on my ears and exit the car into the afternoon crowd of tourists watching the water show at the fountains. Pushing my way forward, I take a spot near the middle, giving me the best view of the dancing water spouts moving to the rhythm of a Frank Sinatra song. 

            Looking down at the music player, I press play and let the song chosen for me become the soundtrack of the fountains. I hear a song I am unfamiliar with and increase the volume. Letting the words flow into my mind, I close my eyes and think of Ray.

            "...I long to see the sunlight in your hair...I wonder where you are...are you somewhere feeling lonely or is someone loving you...let me start by saying..."

            A hand touches my shoulder and turns me. The soft afternoon breeze touches my face and I feel Ray's arms wrap around me. And suddenly we're slow dancing and I put my head on his shoulder. We move to music only I can hear, in the bustle of tourists that don't give a care about it and I feel tears in my eyes. A gentle spray of water touches my cheek and I turn down the music to hear Ray sing the song.

            "...Let me start by saying...I love you..." 
START WITH EPISODE ONE - THE VISTA
CONTINUE WITH EPISODE TWELVE - BELLAGIO 
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#Vegas #SerialPlaylist - Lionel Richie - Hello 

2/24/2015

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Good Morning #Vegas 

2/17/2015

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#SerialPlaylist - Snoop - Serial Killa

2/17/2015

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*Adult Content* - The Experiment #Vegas

2/16/2015

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EPISODE TEN

THE EXPERIMENT
            Grabbing the bottle of vodka, a bucket of ice, and two glasses from the kitchen counter, he nods for me to follow him into the bedroom. There is a mattress on the floor without a sheet or blanket and a small writing desk against the wall. This looks like the room of a writer, not a drug dealer.

            "You have less furniture than I do."

            He pours vodka over ice and hands me the glass. "What's your name?" 

            "Ella." 

            "Call me Reggie." He watches me gulp at the vodka and laughs. "You'll be writing in no time." 

            "I wouldn't want that if I were you." I wink at him and pull his hand to bring him closer to me, a small squeal escaping my lips when he squeezes my thigh. 

            "You know what I want," he says, pulling me to my feet. I manage to put down my glass without spilling and pull a mobile from my jeans back pocket. 

            I type my name into the search engine and hand the phone to him. "Look at what they write about me and decide if you still want to fuck me." 

            He scans the screen and taps one of the results. A wave of nervous flutters tickle my spine and I wonder what he will say. I've never told a man before...

            "You're a serial killer?" he says, but it sounds like a question. 

            "Yes," I answer, taking the phone. Kneeling in front of him, I place my hand on his stomach and trace a finger along the top of his jeans. "You still gonna give me something to write about, Reggie?" 

            He doesn't speak and I feel his body shiver when I pull at his zipper. A groan escapes his lips and I smile. He won't be able to resist me. 

            "What will you do to me?" I ask, yanking down his boxers to expose a small(ish) yet erect cock with a slight upward curve. "The rumors about black men don't apply to all black men, obviously." 

            "No?" he asks, gripping my face in his hands and guiding my lips onto his cock. "That makes it easier for you to swallow what I give you, then."

            I let him fuck my mouth, relaxing to allow him to push it all the way into my throat. His balls mash into my chin and I can smell the musk of man and cologne. At that moment my phone buzzes with a new message. Reggie drops a hand from my cheek to hold up the screen for me to see. 

            I see Ray's name and push Reggie off me.

            "That your man," he asks, stroking his cock while I type my code into the security box to unlock it. 

            "He will be," I answer, looking at the text message. 
Want to do lunch? Pick you up in twenty minutes. 

Ray
            I show Reggie the screen. "Seems I have to go. You are saved by the bell. Think on if you want to...do whatever it is you were gonna do to me just now."

            "We have twenty minutes," he says, turning my body and pushing my face down into the mattress. 

            His arm snakes around my belly and unsnaps my pants, pulling the jeans below my knees. Climbing on top of me, his arms wrap around my shoulders, locking me in a tight embrace. I feel his cock slip into me and his legs pin mine to the bed. 

            I try to pull my legs together, but he jams me again and again, in a steady rhythm. Minutes pass, the only sound his body smacking against mine. 

            "I'm gonna seed you," he says. My phone buzzes with an incoming call and Reggie frees one arm to retrieve it. He smiles at seeing the name on the screen and presses a button to answer the call. 

            Ray is going to hear him finish in me and there is nothing I can do to stop it. Sweat drips from his legs onto mine and I fight the urge to scream. I drift into my mind as Reggie groans out his pleasure.

            His grunts can leave no doubt about what he is doing inside me. I wait for his spasms to stop before pushing him off me. Grabbing the phone, I push hair out of my face and take a deep breath. 

            "Are you still there?" 

            "A car is waiting for you at the gate," he says before ending the call. He didn't sound mad, but I can't imagine what he must be thinking. 

            I pull up my jeans and stand, feeling Reggie's cum leaking out of me. With a smile, I put my phone into a pocket. 

            "I'll see you soon." I say, walking to the door. 

            He follows without putting on pants. "You still owe me five minutes." 

            "Owe you five minutes? You're lucky to be alive." 

            Reply to that. I give him time, wanting to have a little fun. 

            "Why am I?" he asks. 

            Not quite what I thought he would say. "I'll tell you next time. You have five minutes."

            I exit so he can't say another word, slamming the door behind me. Within a moment, I press the button to call George and walk towards the main gate. 

            "No need to visit my neighbor, George," I say. 

            "Why might that be, Ella? A change of plans?" George asks, voice calm and comforting. 

            "He is still alive, George." 

            "What's that you say? Alive? Did I hear you right, Ella?" 

            I don't know whether to laugh or be mad at him. Then I hear the sound of George chuckling and can't hold back, "Yes, he is alive. I didn't kill that man. Not yet, George." 

BEGIN WITH EPISODE ONE - THE VISTA
READ EPISODE ELEVEN - THE FOUNTAINS OF BELLAGIO
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Visit for Tea in #Vegas - 11 AM 

2/16/2015

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I do adore cakes and things, coffee and tea, muffins and juice to mix with my vodka. Sharing time with my ladies friends is my favorite part of the day. Other than the killing. 

Will you come to tea? 11 am, every day the weather cooperates and in Vegas, that's almost all the time. 
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Friday the 13th Meets Valentine's Day

2/15/2015

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50 Shades of Death #50ShadesofFridaythe13th

2/13/2015

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#SerialPlaylist - The Doors - Back Door Man #Vegas Life 

2/12/2015

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