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Starbound 21

December 27, 2014 Leave a comment

Unexpectedly, the entire Bitches team agreed that Sylvia Volkov would front the group. Bernie Cohen went back to the city. Richard Silver, Rachel Horowitz and the three black backup girls stayed at Richard’s house. Rachel created a schedule where most of the recording work would be begun near sundown and would carry on until one in the morning. That meant there was time to wind down, to take it easy and record at the day’s end when everyone has had the day to themselves.

At one o’clock in the morning, after the first recording session everyone went off to bed. The musicians who had come for the session went back to the city. Some of them had engagements for commercial jingles or other studio work and were happy to have the night work while still having their usual recording work.

Bernie eagerly set up a tour for The New Bitches, with Sylvia fronting the group. In city after city, they were a tremendous and profitable hit. After three months on the road Bernie had them return to the studio. The abbreviated tour proved that the revised group still drew the crowds and that Sylvia’s new stage name, Sylvie Voltaire was on lips and magazine covers everywhere. Bernie wisely realized that timing was perfect to record a new DVD and release it when the full year tour began.

Almost as soon as the DVD hit the stores and the tour began in Detroit, there were traffic jams, riots and fights that required the promoters to keep at least a dozen guards on hand to deal with the fans. Sylvia was focused on her performances and accepted Rachel’s capable guidance. For that reason, it was a surprise to Sylvia that there was just one more show to do. She was pleased. Eleven months on the road, living in hotels and on the giant tour bus had worn Sylvia down.

“What city?” said Sylvia. Rachel smiled.

“Bernie arranged this as a special treat before you take a long vacation,” Rachel said. “It’s your old home town.”

“What?” said Sylvia. She was stunned. The last place on the planet she ever wanted to see again.

“What’s the matter, Sweetie,” said Rachel. “You look freaked out.”

“How could you let him do this?” said Sylvia. “You know the whole town hated me. I was shunned, ridiculed and raped by the football team.”

“We thought you’d enjoy getting even, returning an international star and multi-millionaire,” said Rachel.

“What arena are we in?” said Sylvia.

“The arenas were too small for this concert, Sweetie,” said Rachel. “You’re booked into the stadium.”

“The football stadium?” said Sylvia. “That’s where the bastards raped me. It’s their fucking stadium.”

“It’s not Sylvia Volkov they’re coming to see,” said Rachel. “It’s Sylvie Voltaire. You can decide after the concert if you want to tell the media that you’re Sylvia Volkov.”

“They might boo me, throw things,” said Sylvia. “You don’t know how they hated me.

“They were teenagers then,” said Rachel. “They’re young men now, some with families, working guys I mean. It will be different.”

Sylvia was smuggled into the dressing room and she was beside herself with insecurity. Rachel tried everything to make her relax. The show was not until the next night, so there was some time to get Sylvia ready to perform with the explosive talent for which Sylvie Voltaire is known.

That night a crowd gathered to wait for the ticket booth to open. While trying to relax in the comfortable dressing room, Sylvia picked up a program for the concert. The cover was a life size shot of Sylvie Voltaire’s face. Rachel cut out the image and made a mask out of it. Sylvia Volkov then put a mask of Sylvie Voltaire’s face over her own and tentatively went outside and around the corner where she could move amid the crowd that was gathering.

Every comment she heard was enthusiastically positive. They all loved Sylvie Voltaire and felt privileged that she would visit their little city. She even saw two of the guys who had raped her, now young men. They were speaking of how they hoped they could get up close to Voltaire. One of them complemented her on the clever use of the program cover.

Sylvia went to her hotel with Rachel Horowitz and Richard Silver. She was feeling more at ease. Her confidence had been reinforced by the favourable comments she’d heard from many audience members.

The concert was a success as it was expected to be. The performances were outstanding and the crowd loved it. The crew was happy to get back home at last. Richard especially had some exciting developments in mind for the group. There was a new era dawning for music, electronics, and Sylvie Voltaire.

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One Life, No Plan, No Destination

December 25, 2014 Leave a comment

I used to wonder which life path might be better. There are people who know very early in life what they want to do with their time on Earth. Other people don’t even think about it. Rather, they just make the best of whatever hand is dealt them at any given period.  They stumble or flow through life, depending upon any current situation. In the end I realized that the difference in people is what governs which of the different life paths they follow.

As one of the total stumblers, I’ve had the periods of flow as well as stumble, as many of us do when we have no plan. I never really thought about it until, one evening at a small dinner party. It was in a friend’s home and she had a boyfriend there. Mind you, I’m talking about mature people, middle aged. I’d not met the boyfriend before. He was a lawyer, and the red BMW convertible parked outside was his. I should note that I’m a grade ten dropout.

We were chatting, subject after subject. Perhaps I was talking too much about the varied activities in which I have indulged myself while growing into life as a commercial writer/artist. Suddenly, the lawyer guy scowled at me and said, ‘You’ve done an awful lot, haven’t you!” I was taken aback for a moment, and then I said, “Yes, I guess I have.” Truthfully, before that moment I had not seen my life activities as being in any way different from any lawyer or doctor or scientist. I really never thought about how much of their lives were spent studying.

People who know me claim I was studying too. I was observing life from different vantage points, in different people and places. More importantly, I was not observing from a distance. I was a part of the scenes that I observed. I can look back and remember some very intense times, some raucous times, some dangerous, some humorous and some inexplicable.

I have had many occasions since that first realization when I have noted the narrower outlook of the people with the formalized education and organized life path. Obviously if one is sufficiently dedicated to do what is required to become a surgeon, one is bound to become a surgeon. That means it’s not likely they would be sneaking a ride on a box-car bound for a distant city. Nor would they be driving an overloaded truck of scrap iron to a distant foundry. Perhaps they never drove a taxi or directed a film.

All individuals educate themselves in the manner that works for them. It can’t be said which is right and which is wrong, which is better and which not as good. Each case is individual as is the person living the life. In my own case, I always felt an urgency to do things. No reason behind it that I can see, but it seems that every time I accomplished something, I became bored with it and stumbled on to some new challenge. It’s made my life rich with different kinds of experiences. That certainly helps me to write and draw.

Starbound 20

December 14, 2014 Leave a comment

The atmosphere was warm and friendly around the barbecue on a large patio at Richard Silver’s country home. Delicious hamburgers and spicy sausages were cooked to perfection by Rachel Horowitz with some help from Sylvia Volkov. There was a choice of normal hamburger and hotdog buns, rye bread or pita to cater to every preference.

Quiet, comfortable chatting was going on among the guests in lawn chairs and around the umbrella table. The sun was still high although turning a warm orange colour as it slowly floated toward the western horizon. The air was rich with the fragrance of fresh mown hay from Richard’s hundred acre pasture. Bernie Cohen was unusually relaxed compared to his usual histrionics as manager and agent for The Bitches. Richard Silver was slightly suspicious about his calm demeanor.

Sylvia chatted with Richard while Rachel barbecued. Bernie was discussing the next tour, the first with the new lead singer, whoever that would be. Bernie had a suspiciously sly look as he spoke these last words. Even Sylvia, watching over Richard’s shoulder, could see that some kind of confrontation was waiting in the wings to burst out. After everyone was sated, full of meat, wine and beer, Richard suggested they all stroll over to the studio and get down to business.

“Without Sateen out front,” Richard said, “we’re going to need a special sound to keep our audience and attract more of them.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that,” Bernie said. Richard stopped what he was doing and looked hard at Bernie. Even though Bernie was his boss, Richard didn’t take any crap from anybody.

“What’s up your sleeve, Bernie?” said Richard.

“I just think it’s gonna be easier than you think to replace Sateen,” said Bernie.

“It sounds like you have someone in mind,” Rachel said.

“I have, I have,” said Bernie happily. He bit off the end of a fresh cigar, spit it out and popped the cigar into his mouth.

“When are we going to audition her?” Sylvia said.

“When the time is right,” Bernie said.

“Well the time is right at this moment, for this audition,” said Richard.

Sylvia left the control room and went into the studio on the other side of the glass. She shed her clothes so that she was in a skin-tight black sequined teddy when Richard started the music. Sylvia began her spellbinding movements that oozed sensuality and vulnerability. She had become the second most important member of The Bitches except for Sateen, just because of her magical and original dance style.

“I know she can dance, Dick,” said Bernie. “We need a vocalist now.”

Sylvia slowed her movements to an undulating walk, approached a microphone and began to sing.

Some of us have everything we need,
Some of us have more than we need,
Some of us have not enough to eat,
Some of us have no hope no more.

Everybody knows the right answer,
Some don’t want to hear the question,
Everybody wants all lives to be good,
Except for the people who want it all.

The song went on and the sound that engulfed the control room was as magical as Sylvia’s dancing. Richard’s manipulations and enhancements of Sylvia’s voice gave her a most desirable sound.

“That’s just what I expected,” Bernie said. “What kind of manager would I be if I didn’t know what you kids were doing out here during the break? I’ve been getting feedback from my spies and I knew you struck gold with Sylvia and already have the promotions in preparation.” He turned to Sylvia, “And you, my little Golden Goose are being presented as Sylvie Voltaire, okay?”

“Just like that,” said Rachel. ”Sylvia’s the lead artist in The Bitches! That’s so cool.”

They sat around the control room and passed several joints around. Richard had taken them out of a compartment on the underside of the control panel. Before long all of them were feeling happy and acting silly. Everyone decided to spend the night at Richard’s house. There were plenty of bedrooms.

Rachel spent the night with Bernie, teaching him some delightful tricks that were new to him. The black backup girls enjoyed their own threesome and Sylvia spent the night making love with Richard. All was well with the world.

Starbound 19

December 11, 2014 Leave a comment

Morning found the trio of lovers well rested. They had slept until ten thirty. When they got up, Rachel Horowitz showered first and set about preparing breakfast. Richard Silver showered and went to the studio to prepare for the day’s work. When at last Sylvia Volkov rolled out of bed and showered, she felt famished. The air was fragrant with the scent of Rachel’s culinary preparations.

Richard returned to the house to announce the studio was ready to work on Sylvia’s vocal potential. They enjoyed the breakfast of stir fried pork strips with bean sprouts and yellow beans cooked in a spot of olive oil. They took a smoke break after breakfast and shared a bong of marijuana before they walked over to the studio building.

After several hours of work, Sylvia’s voice was beginning to have a unique sound that the trio believed had commercial potential. They had decided to not reveal these efforts and their progress to The Bitches, their management and especially Sateen. They had observed considerable jealousy within the group and Sylvia didn’t want to attract their ire. She did the best work she could with her dance moves and innovative choreography as part of the background team.

The group toured North America for three months before heading over to Europe where the tour was to last one month. The performances were well received in England, France, Germany and Italy. The group felt happy and appreciated when they returned to Canada. Each individual took the month off, some returned to Europe, several went to tropic islands and Sylvia, Rachel and Richard stayed at Richard’s country home and worked to perfect Sylvia’s enhanced vocals.

As the break time wore away, Sateen called a meeting of the whole team. She had an announcement to make and wanted everyone in the group to know before it hit the media people. Sateen was leaving the group before the next tour. She had met some people with some good ideas, and she was going to be a soloist on her next album. To replace her on The Bitches was expected to be a horrendous chore.

The following day, the team – without Sateen – gathered to plan ahead. As soon as they had gathered in the manager’s office, Rachel stood up and commanded the attention of the excitedly babbling people in the room.

“I propose that we have auditions from our own group to choose one to put out front,” said Rachel.”

“Auditions!” the girls cried. “I don’t want to audition for a group I’m already in.”

“I don’t want to lead,” said Auria Moore.
“No problem,” said Bernie, their manager and agent. “If you don’t want to, we’ll just audition new people.”

“Not so fast,” Rachel said. “We have a surprise for you that we’re confident you will like. We should meet Thursday evening at seven at Richard’s country place. We’ll have a barbecue supper and then spend some time in his studio to see what we have to work with.”

Starbound 18

December 6, 2014 Leave a comment

Richard Silver stood at the poolside while Rachel Horowitz towelled him off. When she knelt to dry his legs and feet, she paused to lick his penis. Richard staggered back a step, melting inside from the sensual sensation.

“Enough of that, Sweetheart,” said Rachel. “I want to save your woody for upstairs.” Rachel headed inside, towelling herself as she went. Richard wrapped a towel around himself and followed obediently. He had never experienced anal penetration and he was as curious about it as any man might be.

It was as strange a sexual encounter as Richard ever had. First Rachel used her mouth to make Richard’s penis rock hard. She left saliva on the shaft and head to provide lubrication. She was still completely naked and bent over the back of a kitchen chair from the back with her hands on the seat in front of her. Richard was also naked and approached Rachel’s offered behind. It was white and smooth and clean and the small opening was easily visible. Richard was doubtful he could fit in and said so.

“Don’t be an idiot Richard,” Rachel said. “Think of the size and shape of what passes through that opening naturally.”

Richard couldn’t deny that logic and was encouraged. He carefully placed the head of his penis at the sphincter that Rachel presented. He gently pushed and to his surprise, it slid in quite easily and the sounds that Rachel made indicated that it gave her pleasure.

They moved together harmoniously, giving and receiving pleasure with each gentle stroke. After a few minutes Rachel could feel Richard’s penis getting more swollen and hotter. She knew the explosion was approaching as did Richard, obviously.

“Should I pull… ,” Richard began.

“No, leave it in,” Rachel commanded with a groan. Seconds later, Sylvia walked into the kitchen. As soon as she saw what was going on, without a moment’s hesitation she stepped on Rachel’s chair to sit on the table and expose her vagina to Rachel. Rachel smiled and without a word put her face into Sylvia’s vagina. Within minutes they had the rare good fortune to reach orgasms all at the same time.

The mutual explosions rendered each of the participants into rubbery weakness. Richard pulled his spent penis out of Rachel. Sylvia just lay back on the table where she sat and Rachel slumped forward over the chair-back.

When they felt they could walk, the three naked partners went to the shower stall and lathered each other up, caressing and talking gently together all the while. Richard had never expected such an exciting situation in the beginning. He was deeply in love with Sylvia but could not resist the unique temptations of Rachel. It also seemed peculiar to Richard that Sylvia didn’t mind that he had sex with Rachel. Suddenly, Richard realized that he, too, was peculiar. He  wondered why he felt no qualms when Rachel and Sylvia made love together. What had happened to his average values?

They lay together in one of the beds and quietly snuggled and caressed each other until each had fallen asleep. Richard’s last thought before he nodded of was about how much he intended to nurture and enjoy this menage a trois.

Starbound 17

December 2, 2014 Leave a comment

In the turquois glow of the underwater pool lights, Rachel Horowitz’s naked body glowed creamy white. Richard Silver sat on the edge of the pool, his feet dangling in the water as he watched Rachel swim lengths. Her slim body and firm breasts were attractive to look at, but Richard was hesitant to touch them. He knew they were implants and he knew that Rachel was a man for almost twenty years before he became a woman. There had been a series of operations to reconstruct Ralph Horowitz into Rachel.

“How did you pay for your change,” Richard said when Rachel paused in her swimming and stood armpit deep in the water facing him where he sat on the edge of the pool.

“My father’s a doctor. He called in some favours and he paid for it all,” Rachel said.

“You mean your own father approved of your change?” said Richard.

“Yes, of course,” said Rachel. “It was making him very unhappy to see how terribly unhappy I was. He loves me, so he did what he had to do to make me happy.”

“What did he think of your stripping?” said Richard. Rachel had moved closer and closer to Richard, looking at his penis resting between his thighs.

“Again, he saw that I had fun with it, it made me happy and I earned a good living,” said Rachel. “He had always been proud of my creative ability to design and make clothes, so he is quite satisfied with his little girl.” She had slowly moved toward Richard until she was standing in the water between Richard’s feet as he sat on the pool apron.

“What about your mother,” Richard said. He was feeling uneasy about having Rachel stand so close, her face close to his limp penis.

“She was outraged,” Rachel said. She bent her head to kiss Richard’s penis. Richard wanted to fight of the thrill of it. He was nervous and embarrassed because he couldn’t decide if he was experiencing a delightful seduction from a tall, lovely woman or if he was perverted by this woman who had formerly been a man.

“What did she do?” Richard said, trying to avoid excitement. He looked down at himself and saw his penis quivering and stiffening. It seemed to be struggling to reach Rachel’s full lips.

“She left us and it’s just been me and dad ever since,” Rachel said. “Of course I have had my own place and lived on my own for a couple of years now, and I enjoy it. I do what I want, and I want this.” Rachel engulfed Richard’s swollen penis with her mouth. Richard threw his head back and moaned as Rachel’s skilled lips and tongue caressed Richard’s penis lovingly. Rachel was ecstatic at the feel of the silky smooth skin that she slid in and out between her lips. She cupped his scrotum in one hand and felt it slowly tightening as the orgasm approached. All at once the explosion was released and Rachel happily gulped the creamy semen down and cleaned Richard’s penis with her tongue. Richard slid off the pool apron into the water and held Rachel close against him and kissed her.

“Do you have a vagina?” Richard said.

“Yes,” she said, “but I need one last operation.”

“Do you have orgasms?” he said.

“Not from vaginal penetration,” she said. “That’s what the final operation is for. I enjoy orgasms from anal penetration, and I prefer sex that way anyway.

“Doesn’t it hurt?” Richard said.

“No, it feels wonderful,” said Rachel. “Let’s dry off and go to my room and I’ll show you.”

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