Dreams to Fire chapter 8

Fy parks her Firebird, and steps out onto the parking lot and into the beautiful sunny day. She strides to the front door as her thick black heels click against the heated cement. Her lightly-tanned flawless white skin covering a tight and toned muscled-just-right body cries out to be caressed, as if it were all alone inside a sensual dream. Her shoulder length wild hair is the million stranded explosion of a deep red star from within her mind, a place blessed by both disciplines and delights. While her over-sized elven ears and crimson hair instantly reveal her Super-Human status, plenty more of her attributes reveal the same. Her face is a masterful painting exposing the meaning behind bliss. Full red lips have no need for lipstick, and a double take of her lightly black-shadowed green eyes reveals they too are Super-Human. Skin tight black jeans hug her powerful long legs, wonderfully wide defined hips, and apple-bottom sculpted plump rump. A sliver wallet-chain runs across her right hip. A stop-sign red tanktop with spaghetti straps glues to her timeless hourglass waist, her flat stomach, and her beyond ample ultimate-buxom curvature that leaves overwhelming cleavage on full display, wrapped up in a custom made lacy red bra. Her appearance, and her strut, do not deceive—she’s a voluptuous vixen beyond belief, a woman so beautiful she is living proof of something divine at work in the world, a confident and stunning traffic-stopping Super-Human Sex-Goddess.

For some, it would be difficult, if not impossible, to see the human being beyond all that.

The sign on the door reads: “Adult Industry Auditions. Walk-Ins Welcome.” She turns the door knob and walks in.

While she figured someone attractive might be working here, judging from the online ad, she had no idea. Seated at the front desk an intriguing temptation of woman awaits. Long wavy purple hair, with purple lips, and a body to rival Fy’s. The woman wears a white buttoned up shirt and blue jeans. Striking blue eyes beyond her black glasses combine with a divine face to reveal someone as sweet and soft as she is sexy and smart. She radiates youth and love in a tempting aura around her.

She’s on the phone, with a leg propped up on the desk. Twirling a phone cord in her fingers while she watches a gorgeous redhead walk up to her. The woman says goodbye, giggles, and hangs up.

Before the purple-haired beauty has a chance to speak, Fy plants her hands down onto the desk and leans in, “I desire a career as a nude model and stripper.”

An eyebrow raises on the woman’s face. Her cute voice is uplifting and bubbly, “Intriguing desires. You’ve chosen the right career babe!” The woman stands up, at five foot nine, and extends a hand to shake, “My name’s Lana. And, is it a pleasure to meet you.”

Fy’s silky smooth skin discovers something just as silken to caress against, “Fyrona Caroline. Just Fy for short.”

“Well Fy, there are some steps to take before we can,” Lana can’t help herself, “get you naked. I’m sorry, you are just so hot. What a beautiful Super-Human surprise you are.”

“Thanks Lana,” she shifts some red hair behind an elven ear. “You’re very attractive yourself.”

She pauses, with an opening and closing mouth that hesitates to say what she actually wants to. “And thanks back to you. Let’s get started.” She hands Fy an application on a clipboard. “The basic info, legal matters and such. Fill that out and let me see your ID and we’ll continue from there.”

Fy nods, grabs the clipboard, and takes a seat in front of the desk. Lana inhales Fy’s favorite perfume, mixed in with a hint of her natural feminine scent. She can’t help her thoughts as fantasies she has no need to deny flood her mind full of lovely and lusty things. Lavender carefully mingles in with a woman untouched yet displayed, like another world’s enticing aroma created from a flower found only in paradise.

Lana, who’s still standing, says, “Okay, I’m sorry but I have to ask. Fyrona, you’re obviously a Super-Human. I mean, they’re different, and beautiful, but what’s up with the big ears? Are you like an elf or something?”

Fy looks up and angles her body so her belly is facing Lana. “No, I was born with normal human ears, they grew with puberty. I got teased in school because of them, before my other parts grew anyway. I don’t know why I have them, but I’m certainly happy that I do. I give a whole new meaning the phrase: ‘Eargasm.’”

Lana raises an eyebrow. “Is that so? How very interesting. If you don’t mind me asking, what can you do?”

Fy grins, and raises a palm with fingers out in a claw. A steady wave of vertical orange-red flame coalesces upward from her palm. “I’m a pyrekinetic. I command fire, and I also control its heat, so I only burn what I will.”

Lana’s eyes are wide open in surprise. “That’s so awesome! I said you were hot, but I had no idea how fitting it was.”

Lana suddenly becomes even more surprised as she remembers, “Hey, you’re the one who stopped that horrible gunfight, The Blue Fyre of Anger. A friend of mine mentioned you.”

“That was me. I was all over the news.”

“My friend didn’t even mention anything about your ears, just your boobs,” Fy chuckles. “I can’t believe you’re here, about to do this. I mean, what will people think? A Super-Human Heroine, becoming a nude model. Becoming a porn star? I don’t think anyone has done that before. You’re going to upset a lot of people, you know that right?”

Fyre’s flame still dances upon her palm as if it were alive unto its own right. Its natural colors soothe the eyes and comforting crackles bring peace to the mind, empowering her words to a wonderful warmth without making them burn a thing, “Lana, what people think is their own business. I consider myself a Guardian of Free Will, an Officer of Natural Law. I forge my own way, on my own path, and I follow no ideology save for my own. The truth is my guide—not some bullshit belief. I have my reasons for doing this, as well all the things I have planned in connection. I’m looking to get attention for everything I’ll be doing. Who I upset doesn’t concern me, it’s who I entertain, and especially who I educate, that concerns me.”

“Wait, you’re not motivated by money?”

“I’m not here for money. That’s not a problem for me. I’m blessed in that regard, and I wish everyone could be. I’m motivated to do this for a number of different reasons, but the main one is directing attention on more than just me.”

Lana pauses. “So, you’re not here for money?”

The flame continues to crackle, “No. I understand the people who come into this line of work who need the money, and I don’t judge them. I’m hoping to help change the cultural views on sexuality and porn for the better. Displaying sexuality is not where the problems come from. The problems come from individuals who don’t discern reality from fantasy, who don’t know addiction from having fun, who don’t take personal responsibility for their own sexual behaviors. Humans have been ‘displaying’ sexuality in their imaginations for as long as humans have been having sex. The problems aren’t found in the sexual pleasure itself, the problems are found in the repercussions of pleasure.” Fy gazes into her own fire, “I see a big disconnect between what’s actually happening in reality, and what people believe in their own minds,” she looks back to Lana as she kills the flame, “If you know what I mean. Porn is the number one thing downloaded off the internet, yet it’s a taboo? How the hell does that work? I’m not expecting any miracles, but I’ll grab peoples attention, won’t I?”

“A Super-Human with that crazy body and those huge ears? You won’t have any problems there babe. Let me tell you what I think. I think I’m now very happy that my friend who’s normally behind this desk is taking a day off. I’m covering for her, this is a temporary fill-in job for me. And I think I’m going to be super happy that you walked in here today…”

“Me too Lana.” Before she goes back to the application, she asks, “Temporary job? Does that mean you have a full-time job?”

A wicked grin graces Lana’s sweet face, yet she still seems so cute and bubbly. “Yes. I’m a Porn Star. Bisexual, and hard-core. Although, I have my preferences and restrictions.”

“Is that so? I’ll keep that in mind. Is Lana your adult film name?”

“Yup, I’m not afraid to use my real name. Just Lana. Though, some people like to call me, ‘Lana Intrigue.’ This is who I am. I’m passionate about sex. But I’m even more passionate about writing, my other favorite thing in life! I even have my own intriguing website. I love what I do, and I love making money off what I love to do.”

“Why not right?”

“Exactly.”

Fy laughs at herself, “You don’t mind if I’m completely honest with you, do you Lana?”

“No, not at all. I prefer upfront honesty.”

“When I get home, I am so Googling you.”

Lana bursts out in laughter. It’s a cute sound, but it also hints at a deep seriousness. “You can Google me all you’d like babe.”

They exchange mutual looks, with no need for words. Fy’s promise to herself about a three date rule begin to get questioned. She goes back to filling out the application, and Lana goes back to “working” at her desk.

When Fy’s done, she stands up and hands the paper work with her ID to Lana. “Here ya go.”

“Great, let me get this into the system, and then we’ll head into the photography room. For your first photos!” Lana types in the information, hitting the backspace key way more than usual.

She stands up and walks over to the copy machine. When she hands back her ID, Lana notices the phoenix on Fy’s wallet. “Cool wallet, where did you get that?”

She forces a smile. “Thanks, it was a gift. When I turned sixteen.”

“Just a wallet for your sixteenth birthday?”

She lightly chuckles as she slips the chained wallet into a back pocket. “Well, that and the car parked outside. An old Firebird.”

“Fitting ride. Gifts from you parents?”

“Ah, yeah. They spoiled me on my sixteenth birthday.”

“Your parents, they don’t have any problem with you doing this?” Lana asks.

She looks Lana in the eyes and answers, “None.”

Lana nods. “Okay, now for the fun part. Follow me.” She puts out a sign on the front desk that reads: “Will Be Right Back.”

The two women make their way into the back photography room, and close the door.

It doesn’t take long before the door is locked. And that sign proves to be a liar.

Chapter 9