Blackshaft – 01-04 Good Business p2

Blackshaft – 01-04 Good Business p2
(Adults Only. Copyright@Rama. 2013)



Eglin City. Night.

Screwed up. There was no other words for it. Things were screwed up, Kacey thought to herself as she banked the sleek motorbike around a corner and straightened up. The countryside was becoming concrete as she entered the city. She’d never seen Alison like this before. Carl’s death had hit her hard. Hit them both hard. Really hard. He’d been more than a butler, he was a father figure. It was a heart attack. Not anyone’s fault. No-one to blame. Was that the reason Alison couldn’t handle it? A heart attack? Maybe that was it. Maybe Alison just needed someone to blame. Kacey had sometimes wondered why they did what they did. Why had Alison spent so many years doing this, why bring herself in? Maybe it was time to move on and get a life. Get ride of the leather and the capes and… grow up?
She swept around a car and heard the horn blow at her.
Was that what was wrong with Alison, she wondered. Was she thinking the same thing? Carl’s death was a sign that bad things just happen. Sometimes there was no-one to put the blame on. And here there was no-one to blame. No freakish villain or street mugger to put the blame on. It was just life. And in life, shit happens. You just have to deal with it.
Kacey felt the wind hitting the visor of the helmet and turned the bike around two cars in a row before seeing the sign up ahead. West Eglin one way, East Eglin the other. Kacey needed something to concentrate her mind on things other than death. Right now she was Red Princess, and Red Princess could help with that. She could save someone, anyone. She could do some good for someone…



Tribeck Industrial Housing Warehouse. Unit 03. Night.

“They are animals.”
Her momma’s voice resonated around her head as she looked at them through the external gate. Her mother had told her that when she was 14 and had found the Motown albums. Adelaide Jones had listened to her mother and nodded and said sorry but that didn’t stop her from listening to the albums or looking at their pictures. She been brought up on a farm in east Texas. God’s country. Bible-belt. The place where God was American, white, and preached supremacy with a gun in one hand and a confederate flag in the other. Adelaide had seen the animals breeding. She watched the bull going from cow to cow and mounting each one in turn. “Animals,” her momma had told her, a distant look on her face. “That thar bull is no more different from your average male nigger.” Her momma’s sage advice continued. “And the negresses ain’t no different from the cows, either. They will wait for him to come ‘round and pump his seed into them.” Adelaide could see that bull now, mounting the cow, thrusting into her with his powerful black muscles and grunting as he filled her with his semen. “Animals.”
She was 16 when she learned her dear Momma was a hypocrite. No wonder the farmworkers were smiling when she wanted to know where her momma was. The sight was burned into her brain. Her momma on all fours like that cow as one of the farms’ black farmhands was behind her, his hands on her shoulders and… mounting her. She watched her momma getting bred like a cow, groaning and moaning as the black man grunted and thrust then finally stopped before he pulled out. She watched her momma gasp then collapse, her body quivering. As the second naked black man stepped between her momma’s pale white legs she saw his cock. It was long and thick. Suddenly there was a third and fourth man around her momma. All naked, all black, all with long and thick and black cocks. She remembered the words they were using to her momma. She remembered the words her momma had said then.
“Animals,” she muttered as she watched the three of them in the dull, grey security office. Doctor Adelaide Jones eyed the three black men as they stood talking. They were security for the building. Grey uniforms with high visibility vests. Her momma was talking shit. Adelaide learned that soon enough when she went to college. All that religious and racist BS she’d spout was plain wrong. It was like the line from that comedy western. Her momma was one of those plain, simple people. People who were of the earth. …Morons. Her momma was a moron. And a two-faced one at that. She remembered her momma’s face that night. There seemed to be a glow to her as she made dinner and softly hummed to herself, something Adelaide had seen her do so many times before. The next night she got the ‘Animals’ speech again. The day after Adelaide saw her momma back in the barn, and on the hay with one of those ‘animals’ between her open legs and thrusting hard as three more stood by waiting. Adelaide remembered their members. She could see how long and thick and dark they were. The man between her momma’s legs yelled out and she watched him rear up, his naked ass pushing down between her thighs and buck and jerk. Her momma suddenly arched her back and said the Lord’s name over and over again….
Adelaide took the small aerosol from the pocket of her white coat and sprayed some onto her wrist and behind her ears. They had gotten the scent more sweet. The formula had been improved since the first batches had been brought in. The scent was plain but short-lived. She remembered the ‘interesting’ side-effects of those tests. The women who had tried it had found themselves more ‘aroused’. One woman couldn’t stop masturbating. It had taken a month to bring her down from the sexual high she was experiencing. Her colleague, Doctor Alan Guierre, had wondered about turning into a female viagra. The scent was meant to be a new kind of perfume though, not a new drug. It was distilled from a synthized base, making it even cheaper to produce that normal perfume, which was saying something. Regular perfumes were made for pennies and sold for fortunes. But this stuff was different. Completely chemical-based and easy to replicate on an industrial scale. After two months testing the team had reasoned it was stable enough and wouldn’t damage the skin so the female members had tried it out. Adelaide had read the reports from the other doctors and was surprised at how they all seemed to report some small differences. The women were each aware of being more sensitive to their surroundings. Their smell was heightened and they found the perfume to be instrumental in improving the wearer’s socialisation ability. One ‘test’ was where two of the doctors had gone into a bar seperately, one with the scent and one without, and at the end of the night would compare results. They would have done it that night if the woman wearing the scent could be found. She had turned up the next morning wearing last night’s clothes and put down twelve phone numbers to the non-wearers three. Adelaide had to confess if wasn’t that scientific but over the next three weekends, in three different bars the result was the same. This stuff not only heightened sensuality but also improved attraction. Maybe it was connected to the pheromones in the body, maybe it was pure placebo, the team weren’t sure. But it didn’t turn the wearer into a instant nymphomaniac any more.
Either way, this product could make a fortune, Adelaide thought as she tried it and found herself with plenty of male attention in one bar. And that was where her mother had come back to haunt her again. The male attention she got was black and white. Drinks were bought for her, lines were tried out and the most successful ones, or at least the ones she found most attractive, were always black. As she watched the dark-skinned male bodies buzzing around her she couldn’t get that image of the bull, mounting the cows, out of her head. Her score was fourteen phone numbers. Not a good as Christie Verner, who managed to get 19 numbers in one night. Definitely a best seller, she thought, eyeing up those three black men.
Adelaide licked her lips and thought about the papers she had come back to get. One of the guards looked up and smiled. “Doc?” he asked. “You forget something?”
“Some papers.” Adelaide smiled back, brushing a hand through her black hair. She seemed to smell him. it was a dark, musky scent that inflamed her senses. There was that sensitised smell kicking in. “I need to write out a report for the morning.”
“You science people should learn to relax,” the guard told her as he found the keycard. “All work and no play, you know?”
Adelaide looked at his name badge. It read ‘Delray’. He opened the gate and stood aside as she stepped inside. “This must get awful boring for you.” she said, “Delray.”
“It’s a job.”
She nodded. The man was right.