ForevaXena's FanFic . . .

Visions And Truth
(Strippin' 7)

by LB Anderson

DISCLAIMER: Peep this; you know they aren’t mine, (X&G – Slick and Carmen). I’m just playing with them. No copyright infringements are intended.  NOW! For the people that don’t like girly action or simply not old enough (18 or older) then HIT THE BACK BUTTON NOW!  GO CHECK OUT THE GENERAL SECTION.  GREAT CLEAN STORIES ARE KEPT THERE.

To the Man up top, and patient fans I drop down a thank you. To the Mistresses that haven’t jumped me for taking forever and a day to get the updates out…I thank ya.  I’ll try not to take sooo long with the other updates.  LB outty.

Written and © Copyrighted by: L.B. Anderson
October 2, 1999 Re-edited: 010701

Note:  A few adjustments were made from the original posting.  I trust this one reads better.

Cover by Michelle Galea

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Slick tossed and turned all night, mostly out of anxiety and fright.  It wasn’t because of sleeping with Carmen but rather the dreams she was having.

It began with scenes of the woods and the sun was about to set.  The images were so real that Rimi could actually smell the wood chips that crackled within the fire.  The club owner saw herself squatting over a cooling stream and filling what looked like an old fashioned wineskin.  The breeze was gentle as it grazed around and through her long hair, causing it to coil and sweep back forth over her shoulders.  Rimi thought the image was odd because the leather clothing she was wearing was that of a warrior bridled with special lead plated arm bracers and brass armor covering her breasts.  The woman also was adorned with a sword that could have only been produced by a god.  Its craftsmanship was impeccable and so was the round thing that hung on a hook at her waist.

The warrior lifted her head and inhaled deeply.  The scent of a campfire dinner laced the air with its alluring aroma.  The woman hummed with appreciation.  Within minutes she was back in camp brushing down her magnificent mare.  The animal was the most exquisite animal the club owner had ever laid eyes on.  It was nothing like the uniformed looking horses that she occasionally saw the street cops riding on their rounds.  This mare was full of fire stronger than any stallion she’d ever seen.  The horse also had an eminent aura about it.  If Rimi didn’t know any better she’d thought the animal was a war horse.

Suddenly, the warrior’s attention was drawn by another presence, which brought a smile to her face the dream slowly spanned over to the image of a much smaller woman.  It was Carmen…uh rather a woman that was an exact duplicate of her.  She was wearing a stunning two piece that hugged her beauty frame and curves.

The warrior watched her companion move about her duties with boundless admiration.  Rimi could actually feel the warrior’s hands as they became clammy, her heart began to race and her mouth began to water.

The smaller woman called the warrior over to supper with a caring voice.  Though Rimi had no idea what they were eating.  The warrior was thoroughly enjoying it, along with her adoring company.

Rimi don’t know what happened with the lapse in time but the next time her vision cleared both women were puffing and sweating.  The larger woman was behind the smaller woman hitting it from the back.

Rimi outwardly began to pant as if she was the image behind the blonde servicing her.  The dark warrior’s pleasure seekers plunged deeper and harder into the blonde’s soaked love chamber causing the smaller woman to gasp and claw at the strong thighs positioned on each side of her. 

Rimi could actually feel the oily excitement of the blonde spill out onto her fingers to include, the stinging of the larger woman’s clit as she violently grind her sugar bowl against the blonde’s backside.

The larger woman’s power and control of the love session prompt the sleeping club owner to whimper in envy.  The confining method used to harness her partner’s moves were pretty much how Slick preferred to fuck her women.  The warrior’s pumping kept in sync with her slapping hand that was rising and plunging faster and unmercifully up and down in the Blonde’s sopping cunt.

Rimi started to tremble and clasp her fist opened and closed as the warrior’s long fingers slid down over the blonde’s left leg and gave her drenched clit a twist.  Rimi cried out and went rigid, as did the two images in the dream.  Each woman repeatedly yelled out the other’s name as their climaxes consumed them.  The last thing Rimi remembered of the dream was both women tumbling onto the bear skin cloaks that they had laid out for their night.

Rimi popped up in the bed gasping for air.  The dream didn’t seem to bother the snoozing Carmen.  Instead she just groaned and wiggled up closer to the club owner’s body.  Rimi took several cleansing breaths and folded up around Carmen’s warm body. Rimi didn’t know the significance of the dream, but what she did know was that her and Carmen were exact duplicates of the women in her dream…AND, THEY were lovers.

Slick’s body ached in ways she’d never experienced before.  Carmen cooed as the statuesque club owner pulled her closer and buried her face in her strawberry scented hair.

Although Slick was still shaking from the effects of the dreams she found comfort in the little blonde’s warm frame.  Slick allowed Carmen’s peaceful existence to lure her back to sleep, and calm the symptoms of a soul-shattering dream.

“Good morning Ray-Ray,” Slick said quietly with her eyes still closed.  Aurora gave her mother a crooked smile and continued her way up the bed.

“Hi Mommy, are you okay?  I heard you scream last night.” Slick patiently opened her eyes and gazed over into the prettiest little orbs, outside of her own, and smiled.

“I’m fine.  I just had a scary dream.  “Oh…” Aurora said smiling and moving over to Slick’s right arm to cuddle.

“Did you tell Carmen?” Both Slick and her daughter looked over at the little snoring figure before Rimi answered and said.

“Do you think she would have been able to help me sleeping like that?” Slick asked mockingly while gazing back down at Carmen.  Aurora giggled and buried her face under her mother’s arm to muffle the sounds.  Slick chuckled and kissed Aurora tenderly upon the crown of her head while lovingly caressing her little silky night locks.

“Dear Lord Ray-Ray, where in the world did you sleep?  Your hair is everywhere.” She asked trying to brush the monstrosity down.  Aurora cackled again and snuggled closer to her mother.

Still engulfed in a very enjoyable sleep Carmen rolled over to face Slick and her little giggling bundle joy beside her.  Without so much of a hint of her eyes opening Carmen propped her right leg up on Slick’s nude body and stretched very sensually.  Allowing the covers to slide off her body almost exposing her, “Thank da Lord,” bosom.  Slick skillfully wrapped her arms around the little blonde’s neck and pulled her swiftly to her.  Carmen’s head popped up from the sudden movement to gaze shockingly into two sets of curious blue eyes.

“Well, isn’t this a glorious sight? I get to wake up and view two sets of the most glistening blue crystals I’ve ever seen.” Carmen said with a caring smile. “Good morning Ray-ray.”  Carmen said before slithering up on Slick and tenderly kissing her. 

Slick closed her eyes and moaned while unconsciously lowering her hand down upon Carmen’s fleshy buttocks and giving it a squeeze.

Carmen release a moan of her own before breaking the kiss and slipping back down bedside Slick. She then focused on her other little charmer.  She asked Aurora what did she feel like doing today and this time Slick didn’t bother to contradict her little blonde’s decision.  Whatever both her girls decided what they wanted to do then that was what they were doing today.

Energetic as always Aurora, of course, had plenty for them to do.  She wanted to go to the movies, shopping and to close the day off she wanted to go to the Amusement park and ride the Ferris Wheel.  Carmen and Slick slowly turned their heads and gazed at each other before surrendering with a cackle.  After gazing into that little determined face neither Carmen nor Slick could deny her, her wish.

‘All right…All right,” Slick said ushering Aurora up.  “Give me a few minutes to get dressed.”  Aurora bid the couple a temporary stay by leaping from the bed and skipping out, Slick and Carmen share another chuckle before popping up into the bed to sit.

“Oh…” Carmen groaned rubbing the valley of her bosom and back as if she was sore.

“What’s wrong?” Slick asked placing one hand on Carmen’s shoulder, while lying the other upon her hip.

“I must’ve slept wrong or something.  I’m feeling kind of sore and itchy or stinging or something.”  She answered.

Slick turned on the lamp on her side of the bed and had Carmen to turn her back to face her.  Slick gasped at the sight before speaking.  “Oh my gosh are you allergic to silk or something.” She answered.

“No…what is it?  Carmen asked trying to look over her shoulder at the burning places.  “You have welts or scratches or something on your back.  Are you sure you’re not allergic to the sheets or whatever the laundry may use to clean them?”  Slick asked mindful of the scratches that were on Carmen’s back.

(Surely I couldn’t have done that)? Slick questioned in her mind.  She didn’t quite have the answer to the question…even for herself.  (What could have happened?)  Carmen continued to try and look over her shoulder to assess the damage.  She was a stripper.  She couldn’t damn well go out there and take off her clothes with scrapes running down her back. (What the Hell happened last night?)

The day was much like Aurora wished.  She got to see Prince of Egypt, buy her some new school clothes and ride the Ferris Wheel.  But what Slick and Camp Fire didn’t expect was that she wanted them to ride with her as well.

All through the day Slick wondered about her dreams and how Carmen received those welts on her back.  She could remember nothing about assaulting the little dancer.  Yet the evidence was there.  Slick wondered if the less than desirable side of her took over last night and caused those bruises on Carmen’s back.  However she couldn’t help from being intrigued by the idea of loving Carmen like the warrior did in the dream.  She was antsy all day just from the arousal of the vision of last night.  Hell to be honest she couldn’t help wishing if only for a few minutes that she could love Carmen in such a way.

Slick allowed her eyes to drift over the little blonde’s features in an erotic caress.  Her pureness was definitely a virtue Slick wanted to posses but not so much the by the very essence it held inside.  The bar owner could feel her breathing grow shallow and her knees grow weak.  How badly she wanted Carmen, but only if she was ready and willing to become hers solely.

“Mommy I’m hungry.  Let’s go get some Pizza.”  Aurora asked breaking out toward the car. Both women shared a chuckle as they walked arm and arm to the vehicle.

While conversing a little and eating the huge pizza that Aurora herself ordered, Slick allowed her eyes to discreetly examine Carmen’s upper body as she sat across from her nudging Aurora, which was, by the way, truly captured by Carmen.

(Jeez, she is remarkable.  She’s smart, energetic, caring, spontaneous and most of all she held the soul of an Angel).  Just the thought of Carmen being hers prompted Rimi’s mouth to water.

Aurora simply adored Carmen. They were always cackling about something and always willing to side with each other whenever they are in a dispute with Slick.  All the time Slick held her daughter while she was ailing the little one talked constantly about how Carmen was funny and a joy to be with.  She even made a statement in regards to Carmen staying forever with them.  Slick informed her daughter that she wished the same and hopefully Carmen cared for the pair enough to do just that.

After the trio finished eating it was well over into the evening and Carmen had to be at the club within the hour.  Slick delivered her safely to her place of employment and headed home to take care of her little bundle of naughtiness.

Of course Miss Aurora had to visit with aunt Foxy and the girls before deciding it was time for her bath.

Slick couldn’t remember ever having as much fun with Aurora.  They splashed around in the bath, hurled water at each other and washed their hair.  After drying off they settled in for a cozy game of cards, Aurora wasn’t quite ready to go to sleep.  During the game Slick saw Aurora’s head bob several times before officially calling it a night.

“Alright little one, it is time for bed.” Slick announced gathering up her cards.  Aurora tried to protest but Slick wasn’t hearing it.  With one toss her little objecting package went up and over her shoulder.  Aurora cackled breathlessly as her mother dashed up the stairs heading to her bedroom. Foxy and the girls giggled watching the pair interact together.  It was really a sight. They never imagined, in a thousand years, that they would ever see Slick enjoying her daughter like she was now.  Carmen was definitely an asset to the tall dark one.  Slick was usually direct, stern and certainly one of the gloomy bearings, especially if someone was to defy her.

Slick made up a story to help Aurora sleep…or did it. The story was about a pimp and his vampire Aurora laughed so hard that she couldn’t keep from falling asleep from over exertion. Slick couldn’t keep from smiling while tucking her little one in for the night.  She couldn’t have been more blessed.  Nothing or no one in this world could smother the joy the usually poised club owner was feeling at that moment. 

Slick chuckled silently as she remembered Aurora kicking the blankets off of her when she was just a tike.  She always hated being covered up and complaint of always being hot.  She sweats even in the winter. Rimi thought of returning the covers but decided to leave well enough alone.  It was warm out and surely she wouldn’t catch a cold.  With that decided Slick eased out the room and went back down stairs to sat a spell with Foxy.

“So did you get our little tasmanian down for the night?”  Foxy asked jovially.  “Yes,” Slick drawled while rolling her eyes.  “And she made me tell her a story.”

“Which one did you tell her, because I know you didn’t read any of those fairy tales.  Never known anyone that didn’t like li’l read Ridding hood.”

Slick snorted and said, “I told her the one about the pimp and his Vampire Mistress.”  Foxy Leaned back laughing again.  “I bet she laughed her ass to sleep.” 

“No…I had to wait a while.  But after she settle down a little she drifted off like a little angel.” Slick returned with a snort.

“Well, I see you haven’t been wearing your leathers and you’ve actually been looking cute instead of dangerous…why is that Miss Slick?”

Slick sipped from the drink she’d been drinking from all night, evaluating her thoughts, not really wanting to get a buzz but merely to be social.

“What’s the matter, you don’t like the new me?” Slick questioned avoiding her friend’s gaze.

Foxy examined her friend’s puzzled demeanor.  He knew that Slick was living a farce. At least in her dark attire she could be herself and be comfortable with it.  It was time for Slick to return to her usually obnoxious and occasionally unbearable self.  As it stood now she was definitely threatening to bring about unfavorable results if not on the surface or when she was sleep.

“Slick…when I suggested that you pick up a change, I didn’t mean for you to stay as Mother Sonya. There is goodness in you and we all know that; even your little love toy that keeps you warm at night does.  Carmen didn’t fall for THIS Slick, she fell for the one that was commanding, asserting, and alluring. Like a moth to a flame.  She just didn’t want you to think little of her like you’ve done with your past lover’s.  She fell in love with your power, your presence, your intellect and invincible disposition.  It’s time to shuck the Mary Poppins act Slick and Now.  If you don’t there will be other ways that your power will drift out.  Be yourself; that is all Carmen wants.  She wants YOUR love not the March of Dimes Poster Girl.” Foxy concluded.

“Just be yourself Slick.” Foxy said once more. She then patted Xinn affectionately upon the hand and rose from her seat.

“Well, it’s about time to pick your sweet thang up isn’t it.  And I…have to get dressed, the performances start in another hour.  Remember baby,” Foxy said turning around to gaze into her friend’s eyes once more, “Just be yourself.  No one can resist that animal magnetism of yours.  Not even your little golden head goddess, Carmen.”

Slick wanted to share with her friend her theory of the scratches that showed up on Carmen’s back, but her logic fought against it.  If she told him he would probably want her to stop seeing Carmen and there was no way on God’s green earth that she could do that.

“Did you say something?” Foxy asked quietly, thinking he did hear Slick say something, but wasn’t quite sure.

“No,” Slick returned avoiding eye contact.  “Have a good night.   I’ll see you in the morning.

“Foxy narrowed her eyes and propped his hands up on his hips. Slick was hiding something, but he didn’t want to pry.  Yet he also didn’t feel comfortable with his friend’s despondent reply.

“Slick,” He started softly.  “If you need me you just holler.  You know I’d be there in a heartbeat.”  Slick looked over at her friend still reluctant to gaze into his eyes and nodded her head.  Secretly, she feared what tonight held.  What if those erotic dreams came back and unleashed her dormant desires.  What if it was like he said; her darkness was being released in her dreams?

Slick inhaled and finally decided that the whole idea was absurd.  What Foxy was talking about just wasn’t true.  She could never openly hurt Carmen and nor would she want too.  But on the other hand what if Foxy was right?  Slick snatched her keys off the table and growled.  <Bullshit…What Foxy just said is a load of horse shit?  That’s all that is…horseshit>.

The night was pretty solemn for Slick.  Carmen, however was her usually talkative self.  She told Slick about the other dancers botched performances and how the people in the audience laughed nearly the entire night.  She also told Slick how Chocolate fixed the scratches on her back with disappearing foundation.  She didn’t think the audience noticed much, because when she left the stage they were still cheering for more.

“Baby,” Carmen started finally noticing how quiet Slick had been.  “What’s wrong?  Did you and Aurora have a little spat?”

“Nah, we didn’t have a spat.  I think I’m just tired.  Let’s get some sleep.  I’m bushed.”

“All right but I’m sleeping in my jersey tonight.  I don’t want your silk sheets to give me another bouts of rashes and welts.” Carmen said with a chuckle.  She then slid in between the sheets and waited for Slick to join her.

Slick cut off the lamp on the side of her bed about the same time Carmen reached for hers and slid down under the covers.  It didn’t take long for her to hear the soft snores of the little stripper as her sweet breath grazed her shoulder with tickling ruffles.  Before closing her eyes Slick couldn’t resist leaning in and planting a tender kiss upon Carmen’s brow.

Slick hadn’t been sleep for ten minutes before the visions began again.  This time the vision took place in what seemed like a village.  The moon hung high in the sky and the stars twinkled.  The breeze was gentle as it flowed through the warrior’s hair.  One could see from the rigid posture that she was maintaining that she was still experiencing the lusting effects of victory.  Slick moaned in her sleep as warrior’s yearning for her mate became overpowering.  The feelings were so intense that Slick own body began to react.

As her mare pranced ceremoniously through the gate the entire village cheered her on.  Her eyes searched through the darkness seeking only one, her mate.  It was her queen that would quench her desires tonight, and only she.

The Warrior brought her steed to a halt in front of the little blonde whose hair seemed to gleam in the darkness.  The dark woman glared down at her mate and silently beckoned her wife to her.  The regent stepped in, feeling that the smaller woman was not ready yet to handle her wife’s battle urges. The warrior quietly but firmly ordered the woman away from her wife.  It was time for the queen to learn how to quench her partner’s extreme desires…and no one could prevent that.

Slick’s back arched and her legs spread as she pictured the blonde’s head drifting down between her/the warrior’s legs and patiently drag her tongue over the warrior’s aching clit.  Slick groaned and opened her legs wider as the pleasures of her dream were being released.  Carmen mumbled something in her sleep while lowering her left leg down between Slick’s outstretched legs.

Rimi could actually feel the blonde’s wet tongue as it ease in and out of the warrior’s pulsating opening.  Once again she began to claw at the sheets and Carmen’s back.  Just like she did the night before.  But the little stripper was unaware of the physical contact as she continued to mew at the dream she was having.

The image jumped again, showing the warrior kneeling down behind her partner and plunging her toy deep inside her.  The girl cried out as the warrior grabbed each side of her hips and roughly yanked her back.  What Slick found even more gratifying was the way the girl praised her lover and pleaded for more.  Slick’s hips took on the motion of the warrior’s as she grabbed her wife’s shoulders and pumped harder.  Burying her soak wand over and over again in her mate’s welcome zone. 

Overwhelmed by the vision Slick unconciously rose to her knees and rolled Carmen’s sleeping form over to face her. She then snatched opened Carmen’s legs and began to tear away her clothes.  Carmen jerked awake from the vigorous tugging.  She tried to grab Slick’s hand to contain them, but they seemed to have a mind of heir own.  Carmen fought with all her might to contain the clawing hand, but to no prevail.  She called out to Slick in utter desperation and fright.  Yet Slick seemed to be in another world.  Just as Slick grabbed her underwear and yanked them free, Carmen cried out once more. But this time it was Slick’s real name and the force of it coming out of her mouth added a shrieking tone to it.

Slick froze.  Her body jerked and trembled from the unexplained activity.  Twice, she had to blink before reality set in.  The act she feared most had taken place.  Her carnal desires have seeped through her unconsciousness just as Foxy predicted.

Artfully Slick rolled from the bed. The force that was currently possessing her was the most powerful she had ever felt.  Her body trembled and sizzled as if she was on fire.  Carmen attempted to move to the foot of the bed where Slick was currently hiding to comfort her before Slick stopped her.

“Stay there…do you hear me…stay.”  She ordered menacingly while crawling away from the bed. She was on fire and had no way of extinguishing it.  There was no way she was going back near Carmen. The girl was just too sweet to become a prisoner of her unbridled passion.  No, Slick had to end this…and now.

“I want you to leave.” Slick mumbled moving into the chair sitting in front of her vanity.

“But…” Carmen said trying to ease Slick’s insecurities of being in the same room with her.

“DON’T…DON’T SPEAK, JUST GET OUT…GETOUT NOW CARMEN.  I…I…PLEASE…JUST LEAVE.”  Not only had Slick had done the unthinkable she had never been so embarrassed behind the act either.

“What have I done?” Carmen said in a terrified tone. 

“Listen to me,” Slick growled as her hair hung precariously about her face and heaving bosom.

“I want you to leave…if you don’t Carmen.” Slick said pausing briefly while rubbing the concealed tears from her eyes.

“If you don’t leave NOW! I will hurt you in ways you can’t even fathom.  Please…just leave.  Have Foxy take you home.  And call me when you are safely there.  If you stay here with me you will be everything else except that.  I don’t know what is happening to me Carmen, but I do know I don’t want to hurt you.” Slick said gazing over at Carmen with furrowed brows.

Carmen lowered her head, saddened by the fact that Slick was not willing to discuss what was bothering her and moved quietly out of the bed.  She then went to the phone and placed a call before dressing and leaving the room.  Neither woman spoke, but in their hearts there rose an aching that neither of them could control.  Outwardly, both women cried.  Cried from the sudden lost of the other.

Carmen moved reluctantly down the stairs as the tears continued to flow out her eyes and over her cheeks.  She didn’t notice as she passed an opened exit door the two figures that were still hanging about discussing tonight’s performance.  It was Foxy and Murray.  Murray’s mouth fell open as he tapped the talkative Foxy upon his shoulder redirecting his attention.  Both of the men sat staring at the little crying figure as she walked mindlessly past the door.

Foxy glanced down at her watch and tapped Murray lightly on the hand before following after Carmen.

“Hey.  Isn’t it a little late for you to be up and why are you fully dressed?  He questioned with puzzling eyes. 

Carmen dropped her head and mumbled something about Slick not wanting her anymore and that she was going home.  The little blonde then raised her head and pleaded with him to look after Slick.  She also told Foxy that something was happening to Slick and at the present, Slick didn’t feel comfortable discussing it with her.  She told him that whatever it was it had Slick frightened and remote with her feelings.  She pleaded once more for him to help her because without having someone in her life, Slick surely wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Foxy signed disappointingly and pulled the weeping girl into her long supportive arms.  The demanding knock of Chocolate prompted both of the consumed figures to jump from the sound.  Foxy relinquished her embrace and escorted Carmen to the door.

Once the door was opened, Chocolate and Pocahontas rushed inside.  The moment they saw Carmen they dashed over to her and cradled her in their arms of protection.  Still wailing and crying Carmen allowed her two friends to guide her out of her used to be girlfriend’s establishment and out to the car.

Foxy propped her hands upon her hips as she watched the three walked back through the door.  What could have possible happen in that room to have that girl thinking that Slick didn’t want her?

He then turned briskly around on the ball of his feet and stormed up to Slick’s room.  It didn’t take him long to reach her room and when he did he carelessly shoved the door opened and stepped inside.

“You have a lot of explaining to do and I think you should start now.”  He demanded Bravely.  Slick turned slowly in the chair to face him but she did not look up.

“You are not my lover, nor are you my bitch.  No one commands me, especially the likes of you.”

“And just what in the fuck does that mean Slick?” Foxy said raising both his arms up along his side in exasperation.

“What you want a piece of this? Or was it a piece of Carmen that you wanted buy couldn’t have it.”

That time he struck a nerve. Slick jumped from the chair and headed towards him.  She wanted to hit something and since he offered why not take him up on it.  However just as she came within arms length of him she felt the rage dissipate.  She didn’t want a fight.  What she wanted and needed just left with no hope of her every laying eyes upon her again.  Foxy watched as Slick’s invincible manner melted away and she began to cry.  He quickly moved over to his friend and snapped her up into his arms while issuing her comfort.

“Sssh baby, we can fix this.  Whatever it is we can fix it.  Do you hear me? We’re going to fix it Rimi.  I promise you that, okay?” Foxy said tightening her embrace.  Slick continued to cry upon her friend’s bosom.  Trying to settle on the fact hat she would never see Carmen again.

The ride home…

Carmen sat quietly in the back of the jeep allowing the slow drizzling tears to drain from her cheeks.

“Mouse, tell us what happened.” Chocolate stated gazing back at her friend through the rear view mirror.

“I don’t know.  All I know is that I woke up, Slick was tearing at my clothes and clawing at my skin.  I called out to her several times while trying to control her hands, but she was unconscious of my cries.  Strange she was looking dead at me. Yet her eyes were as dark and cold as a tomb. Finally, in one last ploy to get her off of me I called out her real name.  That seemed to get her attention.  She blanked her eyes several times trying to focus.  Once she was able to do that, she realized what she was doing. 

After that she rolled from the bed shaking and crying.  I don’t know what was happening to her then.  While she was crouched down at the foot of the bed she was growling and muttering incoherently like a wounded animal. I was frightened at first, but not for myself but rather for her.  Shortly following that she demanded that I leave.

“That Bitch,” Pocahontas snapped angrily.  “What is her fucking problem.

“We ought’tah go back and kick that ho’s ass.  Vanilla said she was evil.  You can’t go back there ever Carmen…ever.” She stated bringing the car to a brisk stop outside the house.

“Listen to me,” Carmen said in a pleading tone.  “Something was wrong with her and the minute I cried out her real name she was able to bring it under control.  I have no plans of abandoning her.  I love her and whatever she needs from me to help her through this I will give it to her.”

“I know that you are only trying to protect me and I love you both for that, plus my rock head aunt. But my fear is not Slick, but the person she’s trying to hold at bay.  Love can overcome everything.  And I know for a fact that she does love me.  Otherwise, she wouldn’t have asked me to leave in order to protect me for her more dark impulses.  I would bet everything that the changes she’s trying to make instead of being herself have pushed her to this state.  And…if so, that is my fault.  Had she not tried to court me by my standards she wouldn’t be like this now.  Instead I should have embraced her darkness and learned to harness it.  I plan to help her through this if she will allow me.

Plus, I’m depending on you two to help me as well.  All Slick needs is someone to try and understand her. ”  Carmen said reaching over the seat and to take both of her friend’s hands into her own while gazing sincerely into each of their eyes.

“Help me,” she muttered softly.

“I can’t do this alone.  I need your help.  Slick is not the monster that my aunt has pictured.  She is a woman that others find disconcerting.  If I can learn to cradle the whole her then I will stand a better chance of truly making her mine.” An inquisitive quietness fell over the car again before Chocolate decided to chime in.

“Carmen. How do you know that Slick has this…This…good side.”  It didn’t take Carmen a second to began her own explanation as to how she knew Slick was worthy of her love.  She then told the girls of the wonderful weekend that She, Slick and her daughter had.”

“DAUGHTER,” both Amber and Shelia shouted. Shocked beyond all belief.

“Yes,” Carmen said calmly.

“She has a daughter and she’s the prettiest thing you’d ever laid eyes on.  Any way, I have never been happier.  Every thing was just peachy until she started having those dreams.  I think that is where I received the scratches from.”

“Wait a minute…are you telling me that Slick has been the perfect partner until she started having these dreams?”  Chocolate asked turning to look blindly out her window.  Pocahontas stared at her friend, realizing what she was getting at.  Even in the dream world the most peaceful of creatures can become violent.  It was possible that the tough exterior that Slick pushed back in her unconsciousness is now seeping out in her dreams.  All three women went silent again as they all contemplated the wrathful circumstances that could stem from Slick trying to be someone that she wasn’t.

”Well?” Carmen popped anxiously waiting for her friends to explain.  Pocahontas signed and began explaining herself.

“You know how sometimes people believe that their dreams at times cradle their true feelings? Well, somehow, slick’s inanimate state is cradling the more domineering part of her and releasing it in her dreams. Her strength, her true attributes and everything that made her irresistible to others are harbored in those dreams.” 

Pocahontas looked over at Chocolate for her to continue with their hypothesis.  “The only way that her true nature can be banished from the dream world is if she starts living it again.  She has to return to being the real Slick.  And you will have to convince her that here is no further need to win your love by being something she isn’t.  Slick is powerful in many ways yet…she passionate in others.  This weekend is proof of that.” Chocolate sighed, finishing the statement for her friend.

“We’ll wait a few days and allow her to evaluate what has just happened. You, on the other hand will be minful of the time.  Periodically call her and check to see how she’s doing.  Then we’ll build from there. If she doesn’t have a problem talking to you we’ll know that she’s willing to salvage the relationship.”  Chocolate then go out of the car and shut the door, leaving Poke and Carmen inside to observing her mystical side at a safe distance.

“What’s up with her?”  Carmen asked thinking her friend was walking a very thin line between reality and the paranormal.

“Pocahontas opened her door and said, “didn’t you know that Chocolate can look into your thoughts and know exactly what’s going to happen?”  She finished stepping out the car and shutting her door behind her.

Carmen sat in the back seat watching both women completely flabbergasted.  Sure they didn’t believe in this dream shit and reading people’s thoughts.  That was the most unbelievable thing Carmen had ever heard of , and especially from her practical friends.  The little stripper finally exited the care still amazed by what she’d just heard.  But by the time she reached he door and stepped into the house she had came to one conclusion, if I could help Slick she was willing to try it.

Back at the Fiery Pit…

“Mommy when is Carmen coming Back?” Aurora asked, reclaiming her position at the end of the bed as she usually did.

After crying for about two hours Foxy decided to lay down with Slick so that she could get some rest.  She was exhausted and heaving from crying so hard.  It became evident to Foxy that Slick wasn’t going to stop feeling sorry for herself and what she’d just done to Carmen, So she suggested they both lay down and talk more in the morning.  Besides, that was the only way to get Slick to relax enough to even think about sleeping.

Aurora angled her head and body so that she could get a sideways glance at her mother’s face.  The little one watched as her mother stared blindly out the huge terrace windows without returning an answer.

Aurora crawled slowly up to her mother and wrapped her little arms around her mother’s neck with a little assistance from Slick who gratefully raised her head to rest it upon her little one’s arm.  “It’s okay mommy, we’ll get Carmen back.” She said while telling her mother everything was going to be all right.

Slick chuckled as the tears began to flow from her swollen eyes again.

“I hope so Ray-Ray.  I miss her something terrible.”  Slick confessed as her baby caressed her hair with a gentle little hand.

Murray picked up Aurora as always before the club opened and took her back to his home before returning.  But, this time he was rather pleased with the weekend report.   

He even noticed Aurora happily kissing her mother and Slick holding Aurora tightly in her arms as if to say she never wanted to let go.  Finally Slick let her little twin down and off Aurora went. Happily skipping to the car with a song in her little heart.  Murray couldn’t keep from smiling.  And what was even more precious was the way Aurora and Slick interacted.

While waving goodbye to Aurora Murray also noticed how Slick was draped down in leather again.  (Had the real Slick returned or is this one even worse than the original?)

Chapter 8

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