'Phoenyx: Flesh and Fire' Sample: Svetla - Sex Stories

'Phoenyx: Flesh and Fire' Sample: Svetla

... comedy aimed against the Third Reich. It made people laugh during a dark and frightening time, and brought a little light to lives which were much in need of it.” Behind me, Petra applauded enthusiastically. “Pretty speech, Phoenyx,” she gushed. “As pretty as the nose on your face, in fact.” I smiled inwardly. That had been an unusual burst of subterfuge on my part. I seemed to be picking up cunning bad habits from the others. Svetlana didn't flinch. Bruno pushed his shoulders back and shoved his hands in his pockets. “What are you two up to? Eh? You're planning something. I can sense it.” “Stick around and find out, darling,” Svetlana said as she marched past him and disappeared into the corridor, swinging her crop as she went. Bruno came up to me and leant over my shoulder. “What's with you two?” he asked. “I need to know.” “It's just something we're working out in our own way,” I said. “I can't tell you any more because I don't understand it all myself. But Svetlana has a bee in her bonnet, and I intend to flatten it.” He stepped back from me with a long, deep breath. “I don't know now if I should be allowing you two to be on stage together,” he said. “You're starting to worry me.” I began to apply my make-up. “Relax,” I said through my lipstick smile, “It will turn out okay. I promise you.” Bruno shrugged and walked off, even more confused than when he had entered. Melissa posed behind the mike stand, arms behind her head, having just finished the début of her latest ...

... parody number, (Don't Fear) the Beaver, which would have had Blue Oyster Cult turning red. Wearing only a pair of five-inch heels and a pink scarf, she'd exhibited a generous amount of the title object to the audience, who now cheered their approval. She threw another raunchy pelvic thrust at them before turning to bow to Chuck, the lead guitarist and arranger of the whole number which I'd overheard them rehearsing in the afternoons for the past week. “Thank you,” she sang, “Thank you all. It's so nice to see all your hands at last. I hope they weren't up to anything too fulfilling, because what's up next will have you wanting to squirt in your pants, I can tell you. All the way from behind the iron stage curtain, we have our biggest and hottest, not to mention reddest, import – Miss Svetlana. And, so I'm told, going head to head to with her – uh, whatever that means, although the mind boggles – is our own fiery redhead, Miss Phoenyx. And I'm going to get the hell out of here now before these two dames start slugging each other for real, 'cos I can tell you, ladies, gentle, and not-so-gentlemen, that the Cold War is happening right here, right now, for all of your continued delight. And I'm off for a hot shower 'cos I can feel the Moscow frost sweeping in from here.” She grabbed the mike stand and escaped through the rear curtains to allow the house to welcome Svetlana. She entered as she always did, striding right to the centre without even a glance towards the house, forcing ...