Dreams to Fire chapter 9

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Bouncing Beauty

“Not all angels have halos. Not all demons, have horns.”

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Chapter 9

Two eleven AM. Why am I awake?

A dream. I was dancing, stripping. Is that me? I’m, enchanting.

So many eyes on me. Some nice men, some scumbags. I need to grow stronger…

Fy slips back into dream, enjoying the company of a man. A man with every quality she’s looking for. Especially-

EEIIK-EEIIK-EEIIK-click. Time to wake up.

Super-Humans seek to remain hidden, but The Blue Fyre of Anger seeks another way—her own way. People are talking about the divinely beautiful woman that isn’t afraid to passionately speak her mind on radio shows, TV interviews, and her blogs. Who clearly enjoys what she does, and will not apologize for speaking the truth no matter how hard it pushes people’s buttons. She’s happy to push people’s buttons. It gets more attention.

After her intense morning workout, done with enough weight to crush even the heartiest of male egos, she takes a shower. A rather lengthy shower, as she enjoys every morning. After, she spends some time reading outside on the balcony of her new apartment, while listening to one of her favorite musicians, “Solar Fields.” She always feels more at home when she’s outside, enjoying the living weather that Nature provides, instead of the lifeless right-angled dead blocks of apartment complexes. She’s done all she can to mirror the inside of her home with the living world outside, with a plethora of plants, a Nature-based color scheme, and plenty of colorful seating options.

She leaves in the afternoon for lunch, to meet up with her new best friend, and new passionate lover, Lana. With her many connections in the biz, Lana has been helping Fyre’s emerging career along.

It’s Saturday afternoon at “Hooters.” The two women order their meals from a cute blond waitress, and talk over the background clanks and clatters of a busy restaurant.

Lana says, “Okay, come on. There were plenty of places you could have gone to start stripping. Why that craphole of a place?”

“I just wanted to get used to being watched. That’s all.”

“You’d be getting watched anywhere. So why ‘Plan C’? I mean come on, that name is horrible. It’s just a rip-off of ‘Plan B’ but way worse. If plan B fails, just give up already.”

“I know I’m going to be getting a lot of negative attention, and I want to get used to it. That’s all. You trust me, right?”

“Of course I trust you, I love you Fy. But I worry about you too. Going into a place like that is not safe. I know you’re a Super-Human and all, but still. You’re a beautiful woman, in every way, and that is not the right place for you.”

“I won’t be there for long. I’ll be catching Vortex D’s attention in no time. And I promise I’ll never ask you to come back to that place.”

“Good,” Lana shakes a pointing finger at her, “Because I’m only going this one time. I can see you need me to.”

“Thanks Purple-nurple.”

“I just worry about you.”

“You don’t need to, I’ll be fine. You know, I think we might be attracting customers as much as the ladies working here. Those two guys over there, at the far table, have been checking us out. They were here last week. Do you think they recognize one of us?”

Lana’s eyes only need one quick glance. “They might. But if they don’t recognize you now, they will. You have only done three nude shoots and the requests from photographers have formed a line longer than Ron Jeremy’s member. Fyrona, it seems that you are actually trying to become the world’s most famous nude model, and becoming a stripper like this, you’re going to be called a porn star. Are you ready for that? All that attention, all that energy, all that negative energy, directed at you?”

“Yes. I know what I’m doing. I have my reasons. This is what I want.”

“Okay, just, sometimes people are cool, and respectful. Real and understanding fans. But sometimes they are disturbing and creepy. Do you honestly think you’re ready for that?”

“I am. Lana, I’ll be fine,” she places a palm over the top of Lana’s hand, literally warming her. “We will be fine.”

“Don’t do that warming trick on me! That’s not fair. Well, don’t do it now. Tomorrow for sure though. A lot.”

Fy’s face is warmer than her powers could ever be.

“Baja Fish Tacos and Oysters?” the waitress says.

“Yes, Oysters for me,” Fy says.

Lana smiles at the waitress, “And Fish Tacos here. Thanks babe, I’m starving.”

“Any time girls,” the waitress says.

Fy digs in to her Oysters. “I’m starving too. Had an amazing workout this morning. It’s my day to do extra lifting, so I’m extra hungry.”

“The workout in the shower?” Lana has to laugh before she bites into her food.

“Very funny. But that workout was amazing too.”

“Oh? What made it so good?”

Fy sighs. “Dreams.”

“Of?”

“My perfect man. Drama-free, honorable, handsome, muscular, six-pack. Humble. Someone I can enjoy sex with without him thinking he owns me like some piece of property. A man in body, mind, and heart. Who upholds an honest relationship based on established rules. Faithful, yet free. Wild and adventurous, yet emotionally meaningful and loving. Connection without constriction. Problem-free pleasure-fests. Someone I can invite to our Sunday-Fundays! Do those men even exist?”

“Yes. Just not enough of them.”

“Well the world needs more. And more women like you.”

“And you,” Lana looks into her lover’s eyes, worried and protective, “Fyrona promise me something.”

She returns the look. “Anything within my power Lana.”

“Three months. And you will never go into a place like that again.”

“You got it Purple-nurple. Three months.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Lana’s suspicious face stares her down.

“Don’t worry so much.”

“You promise me.”

“I did. I swear within three months I’ll ether be dancing at ether Vortex D or a high quality club like it. No more crapholes.”

“You’d better be.”

“That or plan D.”

“Fyrona, that is not funny!” Lana playfully pushes against Fy’s shoulder and they both crack up in laughter. The women chitchat and laugh until they finish their meals.

Before leaving they read those two guys at the far table—not the right type for them. They give off vibes both women agree are there. They’re hunting for something to brag about. They’re not seeking for a sexual connection based in love, they’re prowling for a sexual conquest based on ego.

The two women walk outside to the parking lot, and stand between Fy’s Firebird and Lana’s cute purple Volkswagen Beetle. Lana has a shoot to get to soon with a popular mens magazine, and Fy needs to do some grocery shopping.

“Okay, so I’ll see you tonight?” Fy says.

“Yes.”

“I’ll be looking for you in the crowd.”

“Don’t worry babe, I’ll be there.”

“Thank you. I am so happy our paths crossed Lana. You’re a true friend. And a perfect lover…”

Ravishing red, slow and steady, enters into a sweet lip caress against plump purple, deliciously trapped within a world of kisses.

“I love you,” Fy says, from the heart, to the mind, through the body.

“I love you,” Lana says, echoing the tone of authenticity in her lover’s voice.

Love is just a word, but it contains countless connotations, and so their use of it is clearly defined between them. It’s a word to express a relationship built on honest mutual freedom, not unspoken slavery. On a relationship with rules decided upon beforehand, not in the middle of. To connect body, mind, and heart with one another. Their relationship is not based on bondage and bounds, it’s based on bonding and boundaries. Yet there love certainly isn’t traditional, as it’s open for invitations. Desires are only denied as needed to ensure the pleasure is without problems. They do not “own” each other. They know each other.

Although, if one refers to the sex itself between these two wild women, it does sometimes include bondage and bounds.

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Fyre is standing at the organic fruit section, when her biggest fan just has to approach her.

No way, is that Fyre over there? Good lord help me, they’re so perky yet, big as melons. Yup, that’s her. Talk about Super-Human. Just go say hi. Nothing crazy, you’re not asking to marry her. You know you respect women, so go show her you do. Oh no, she looks even more curvy in person than she does in that skimpy red lingerie outfit. CONCENTRATE!

Organic apples are looking good today. Even though they traveled hundreds of miles to get here. I should set up my own garden someday. ‘Fy’s Gardens.’ Get my own fruit growing, pluck it right off the tree. That’s how it should be. A garden full of delicious and nutritious real food across the world. A civilization based on respect for Free Will, understanding of Natural Law, technological advancements, and great sex! Maybe that’s what it was like, back in the garden of-

“I am so sorry maim, but, I think I recognize you.”

Fyre smiles, and shifts some comic-book red hair behind a long elven ear, “I think you’d know who I am.”

The man chuckles, his eyes unable to help themselves. “Ah, Yes. I do. You’re Fyrona Caroline, aka The Blue Fyre of Anger. You’re amazing! I didn’t mean to interrupt or anything. I just wanted to say hi, and tell you that you’re the most… beautiful woman I have ever seen. In both body and mind. What you did back at that gunfight was just awesome, I’ve been devouring your every word since. And now that you’re a, uh, um, you know.”

“Nude model?”

“Yeah.”

“So you’ve seen me naked?”

His eyeballs look ready to pop out onto his face. “I. Yeah. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel awkward or anything.”

“It looks like you are the one feeling awkward hon. I have no problem posing naked, creating sexy arousing photos, and being known as a nude model. The human body is beautiful, and beauty is meant to be on display. At the right times of course. You’re the first person I’ve ran into that knows my work. I guess we could say you’re my first fan. I’ve only done three shoots so far, but trust me, I will be doing endless more. This Fyre is just getting warmed up. And I bet, you know all of them, don’t you?”

“I do, they’re breathtaking. I can’t wait for more.” Cleavage. Damn it. What do I say? Naughty school girl Fyre, bent over up against that locker…

“I’ve noticed. I’ve shown you my name, why don’t you show me yours?”

Did she have to word it like that! “I, uh, gotta go, in a rush, just wanted to hi. It’s William. Nice meeting you.” Fyre dressed up in that gold bikini just like Princess Leia in Star—oh God. Relax, breathe. Breathe Will. Think of computer stuff. Linux operating systems have advantages and disadvantages over other operating systems. Linux was created in…

William half-smacks himself on a display of fruit as he hurries away, but before he gets too far Fy says to him, “And nice meeting you William. Cool wrist bands by the way.”

He disappears, unable to run the risk of turning around for another look.

Fy goes back to shopping, picking out the best fruit available.

Poor guy, he seemed to have the inner qualities, and he was damn cute. Just needs to learn how to relax. Wish we would have exchanged numbers, but he’s already gone…

Chapter 10