Chapter Seven

There were lines on the mirror, lines on her face
She pretended not to notice she was caught up in the race
Life In The Fast Lane
The Eagles

The driver opened the door to the back seat and the two of them climbed in. No sooner did the door slam shut then he turned to her. “All right that’s the last straw!” Andy hissed. “You will tell me everything about everything and you will tell me right now. I’m not going to put up with this type of childish behavior from my star client.” He chided.

“What do you want to know?” Calla asked as the car started and then pulled away.

First things up, he wanted his suspicions confirmed or denied. “That really is Ares, as in ARES…God of War…isn’t he?”

“Yes,” she said softly. “He is.”

“That makes you a Goddess, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Daniel? Is he a God?”

“No,” Calla smiled sadly, “he isn’t.” But she didn’t bother to tell Andy that Daniel was Immortal. “Do you want me to do parlor tricks for you now, Andy? I’m afraid I just can’t, you see I’m too damn doped up to use my powers.”

Maybe that was a damn good thing and it was certainly something to keep in mind. Judging from her rash behavior, he’d have to start dolling out that needle on a more frequent basis. He hadn’t withheld it from her because he wanted to necessarily he was just trying to keep her fairly clean before she went under the knife. As soon as that was over and done with he’d keep her doped up and high as a fucking kite with a long steady supply of juice. “If Ares is your father who’s your mother?”

“Aphrodite.” She whispered. “She’s dead.”

That made her a full-blooded Goddess now didn’t it? Andy had half expected her to say her mother was some mortal bitch her father took a fancy too but that wasn’t the case. Yes he would have to keep a keen eye on this one and for a very long time. He’d have to walk a very fine line the last thing he wanted to do was piss off Ares God of War. Then again, Ares didn’t exactly look like he was a big fan of Daniel Jackson either. Maybe they had something in common on that one.

“Please, Andy, don’t be angry with me. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but you’ve guessed by now anyway, haven’t you?” She watched him nod. “I’m sorry I came here and disobeyed you but I promised my children I would be here for them and I tried to tell you how important it was to me but you wouldn’t listen.”

“How did you get here?” He snapped. “Where did you get the bloody money?”

Oh well it couldn’t get much worse than this, could it? “I used one of your credit cards.” She admitted in a soft voice. “Please don’t be mad, I’ll pay you back with interest when the paintings sell.”

“You bet your sweet ass you will, darlin’.” Andy threatened through an icy smile. “I can’t believe you made me run half way across the bloody country for you. Do you realize I had to change all of our travel plans? Do you know what a pain in the ass that was?”

“I’m sorry,” she stammered, “I left you a note.”

“Yeah thanks ever so.” Andy undid the buttons on his cuffs and rolled up the sleeves of the light green shirt. “I take it this didn’t go as well as you’d hoped?”

The implication was clear. “I only wanted to see my children.”

“And Daniel?” Andy was getting angrier by the second but she was falling apart. Yes she’d come here with the idea of making amends but that wasn’t how things turned out for her. The poor little thing was on the verge of tears when he decided to rein it in a little bit and put his arms around her. If Daniel rejected her when she so obviously wanted him to take her back, then where did she have to go except to Andy? So long as he kept the drugs and the affection coming her way there was no reason for her to give him any more trouble. “I’m sorry, dahling.” Andy whispered in her ear. “I know you loved him very much, my dear.” Now she did cry as she nuzzled against him and mumbled over and over that she was sorry and she’d never do it again. “My poor dear,” he sympathized while stroking her hair and gazing out the front windshield from the back seat of the limo. “It’s so hard when good things die, isn’t it love?” She nodded her head against his chest she was getting tears all over his good silk shirt he’d have to take it to the cleaners before the salt started breaking down the material. Andy pushed her aside slightly as he reached into the pocket of his slacks and produced a small pill bottle. “Here you go, my dahling, take some of these you’ll feel better.” Andy opened the bottle and put three white pills into her palm. She didn’t stop to ask what they were she just popped them into her mouth and swallowed them dry. “That’s a girl,” he smiled at her and kissed her cheek. “Everything will be all right, you’ll see, I’ll take care of everything.” Andy assured her and then snuggled her tight once more as they continued their journey toward the airport and away from Daniel and those brats.

Although he didn’t ask for it or expect it, Calla’s good hand dropped to his crotch and her lips began suckling the flesh at the nape of his neck. In no time he was stiff as a board. That good hand moved to the buttons on his silk shirt and began to undo them so that she could feel the soft warmth of his skin against her cheek “Kiss?” She pled in a soft whisper. “Please kiss.”

Andy looked down at the desperate little Goddess in his arms begging for his touch his kiss. Daniel was an idiot to let her go. Now Andy could understand if Daniel had problems with Callestah sharing a bed with Ares, incest was hard to take, but they weren’t ‘normal people’ by any means, they were Olympians and they played by a different set of rules than the Mere Mortals. Daniel had to have known that when he married her. “First, tell me why you did it.” Andy said easily, he watched the puzzled expression on her already strung out face. “Why did you sleep with your father? Was Daniel not satisfying enough for you?” Andy imagined the God of War had a tool which was commensurate with the rest of him. Perhaps one day, six or seven years from now after her contract with him expired, she’d walk on out on him favor of the brawny God as well.

“I did it for Daniel.” She looked away from him longingly and then back again. “Kiss? Please.”

Did it for Daniel? Well, considering the damage the God of War had done to her Daniel looked like a mighty ungrateful little prick at the moment. No more questions right now the interrogation was over. Andrew Hartley bent his blonde head and brushed his full lips over hers. She returned the gestured ten fold as her arms pulled him in close and Andy got the distinct feeling she was never going to let him go. That was all right, she could hold on all she liked now that the ties to Daniel had been completely severed.

“I know you’re angry,” Calla whispered as she broke the kiss. “I’ll make it up to you.”

The car rolled down the bumpy mountain road as they rambled towards the airport. Calla got down on her knees on the car floor undid the belt, button and zipper at his waist while he lazed back on the comfortable leather seat. Neither the driver nor Andy raised the partition, in fact the driver angled his rear-view mirror to get a better look at what was going on in the back seat Andy let him. Her good hand slid in between the soft material of the linen slacks and briefs to free his hardening cock and she bowed down and took him into her mouth. Before she got him in her mouth she caught the whiff of a scent not her own, Andy had been with someone or two while she was away.

Andy liked sex in any way he could get it and with anyone he could get it from. He made no bones about not having an exclusive relationship and that he wasn’t interested in anything like Connections or Spirituality or—Gods Forbid!—Marriage. He was just out for the climax and as such he was never much of a challenge when it came to blow jobs since he never tried to hold out. A moist tongue danced around on his hard dirty shaft while her good hand gently pumped it up and down, she kept the hand in the cast up against the seat in an attempt to keep herself steady. Andy let out a long low moan as she took him all the way down to the back of her throat and began to suck him off while that tongue still flicked round and round.

Andy reached down and planted one hand on either side of her head. “I really just can’t believe you did this, darlin’.” Holding her steady he thrust his cock deeper into her. “It was really very rude,” another hard thrust and the fire started to burn in his belly. Sitting back for a moment and letting her resume the work he wondered how many times he could make her make him cum before they got to the airport. Callestah was very skilled when it came to blow jobs. Yes, her mouth was definitely at the top of his list of Best Head I’ve Ever Had. “That’s it, darlin’ show me how sorry you are. Suck it harder,” he ordered through bated breath and kept his hands tight to the sides of her head. The suction around his stiff cock increased until he thought his eye balls would explode right out of his head! Then he was cumming, dumping a fresh hot load of spew into her mouth and Calla kept right on sucking him off as she swallowed it down. She was so very talented. Well then again if she was telling the truth and Aphrodite really was her mum then there was no reason she shouldn’t be so gifted then was there? Certainly not. Once she was all fixed up and properly presentable to the public and, more importantly, his friends, he was sure they would be just as enamored with her talents as he was. “Get up here,” Andy said as he sat up and patted the seat next to him. “Let’s go on your knees, darlin’.”

“Andy…” she stuttered as she wiped the last of him from her lips. “Please you know it hurts.”

“I do.” He agreed and let his long blonde locks out of the restrictive pony tail. “You just ate three Percocetts so it shouldn’t be too bad, now should it, my dear?” The other day in the shower wasn’t hard on either of them, then she’d been soapy and he’d slid right in. Andy thought about giving her head, God knew he loved the taste of her and it would make his entrance easier on both of them. But it was bright daylight and he really just couldn’t stomach looking at those scars between her legs. Besides they were rough on his tongue.

As she sat on her knees between his legs she thought about throwing open the door of the speeding car and jumping out. Andy reached down and brought her up to him. “Please Andy don’t…..”

“I’ll give you another pill when we’re done.”

They were on the On Ramp to the highway and the car was speeding along at somewhere near 75mph as they tried to get to the airport on time. The car was going too fast to jump and the driver was weaving in and out of lanes trying to get ahead of the traffic—while the driver kept one eye in the rearview mirror and one ear to the conversation in the back seat. Calla climbed up onto the seat, got her knees with her back to Andy.

“That’s a good girl,” Andy whispered from behind her while he hiked up the ultra short skirt and pondered which hole he was going to tear into first. It didn’t take him long to decide on entering that gnarled and knotted box first and then getting a piece of that fine ass. She was always so hard to get into if he didn’t ply her first the scars they almost fought back against his intrusion, almost as though they were actively trying to keep him out of her. Andy wasn’t in the mood to ready her and even though it caused him a considerable amount of discomfort he forced his way inside with one long steady push. Calla’s nails scraped against the back of the black leather seat as she let out a low painful cry. “Stay still,” he hissed in her ear. “You brought this on now you take it, darlin’.”

Take it she did for the entire ride to the airport. Before they exited the limo looking like any other rich and snooty couple, Andy dumped three loads of cum into her and had his own Trip Around The World, though it was a far cry from the one she’d had with Daniel. Just before they boarded the plane and took their seats in First Class, Andy handed over two more white pills just as he promised in the car. That made a total of 5 percs in just under two hours and he had no idea how many of the Valium she took from the medicine cabinet had already found their way down her throat today.

“Comfortable, dahling?” Andy asked as the SEATBELT light clicked off and he unstrapped. She hadn’t said a single word to him in almost an hour and she sat there looking pale and cold. In the upper compartment was a blanket and pillow, Andy put the pillow behind her head and draped the blanket over her.

“Thank you,” Calla mumbled and brought the soft blanket closer around her.

“I’m going to use the head, do you want me to get you anything, love?” Her eyes were glassy and distant, Andy wasn’t even sure that she was really seeing him when she looked up or indeed if she knew who he was. “Callestah?” Criminey, maybe she’d had too many pills. Was it possible for a Goddess to overdose? He didn’t know. She looked exhausted and lost, as though she didn’t up from down any more. Andy squatted in the aisle next to her. “Sweet heart? Can you hear me?” He turned her face so that she was looking at him rather than past him. She gave a little nod but no verbal response. Standing up he reached over and down to put the seat back. The flat of his palm made its way over her cheek and flicked her shoulder length hair away. “Maybe you should rest a little, huh?” Andy suggested. “I’ll be back.”

There was no doubt about it he was going to have to keep a strong eye on her from here on out. Andy walked down the aisle an into the airline bathroom, he urinated and washed the blood and other bodily fluids off his cock. She always bled during and after sex it was annoying. It was something he was feverishly hoping the Swiss doctors would be able to rectify along without straightening out those scars. He was very aware that it was painful for her but it was no picnic for him either, those gnarled nasty scars ripped at the tender flesh of his cock every time he had her. No matter what kind of how much oil or other lubricant he used on her she always ended up tight and dry.

Callestah was a fine woman and he had little doubt that once fixed she would be a ride fit for a king but until then, well, if they couldn’t fix her Andy just wasn’t sure what to do with her or how to approach the remainder of their relationship. It was clear she not only wanted but needed someone to replace Daniel in her life and he was the most likely candidate for the job but if shagging was going to continue to be so harsh on both of them, more likely than not, he’d have to find another way to deal with her. She had a great and skilled ass to go with that lovely skilled mouth so there were no problems there but still, sooner or later, he’d want a good old fashioned fuck—like last night—Callestah just didn’t fill the bill on that score.

The blood gone from his cock and palms of his hands, Andy flushed the toilet and zipped up. Looking in the mirror he noticed the dark stains by the zipper, he hadn’t bothered to remove his trousers while they were going at it in the limo. Running a towel under the water he cleaned up and dried off until he pronounced himself presentable and exited the washroom. Coming back down the aisle he noticed the flight attendant pushing the liquor cart, she was offering some to Callestah and he quickened his pace as he watched her reach for a bottle of Jack & Danny. She was in bad enough shape as far as he was concerned no sense in adding booze to it. “I’ll take that,” Andy said lightly and plucked the bottle from her hand he handed it back to the flight attendant. “She’s on medication she can’t have any alcohol.” Andy explained and the flight attended nodded her understanding and went on her way. “Sorry, dear but you really shouldn’t have any alcohol just now.” Callestah just rolled her emerald eyes at him and then turned her stare to the window and the Earth passing by below them. “Do you want me to take you to the washroom?” He asked before he sat down, Callestah was a creature of habit and every time they had sex, especially vaginal intercourse, she went and cleaned up after. Andy understood why she hadn’t had that chance yet.

“No,” she said in a barely audible voice as she continued looking out the window and the world below. “I never should have come back.” Her lips pursed as she bit down on the bottom one and then looked up at him. “I’m sorry, Andy.”

Oh yes she was sorry all right. Not necessarily sorry she’d dragged him all this way but still sorry nonetheless. “No bother.” Andy assured her and then resumed his seat. It was clear in her sad eyes, even if she never admitted it to herself, she’d been hoping against hope that Daniel would see her, open his arms and take her back. She was crushed when he didn’t. “Come on rest your head, my dear.” Andy tilted her heavy noggin to lay on his shoulder. “Sleep you’ll feel better when you wake. It’s a long flight to New York,” he said softly and tucked the blanket in around her. “I’ll wake you up before we land.”

End of Chapter Seven
Tarnished Heroes: Life in the Fast Lane--Calla's Story
Continue to
Chapter Eight