Green Bush Erotica Volume 2
Green Bush Erotica
Volume 2
by Elliot Silvestri
copyright 2012 by Elliot Silvestri and Green Bush Publishing
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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences.
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Table of Contents
A Virgin Sacrifice
Chapter One
“Paulie, want to see a human sacrifice?” my editor asked.
“Not unless you’re the victim, Scotty.” I didn’t even glance up from my keyboard. Working for an alternative weekly newspaper was all glory, let me tell you. Not only do I get to investigate, write, edit, and typeset all my articles, I get to do it while my editor hangs over my shoulder and then changes all the requests he made in the first place. Then, of course, the copy editor winds up changing my formatting anyway. It’s a living. Barely.
Scott Baford, called by the entire paper’s staff Scott Botard instead of his chosen moniker of Scott “Scoop” Baford, ignored my comment. “This is on the level. You know that religious group way up north near the border that supposedly practices all sorts of old religious practices from pagan times?”
“Pagan times were concurrent with much of Christian history,” I pointed out to him.
“Okay, pagan rituals. I think they’re supposed to be modern-day druids or something. There are always rumors going around the internet about how they practice human sacrifice and all sorts of bizarre ancient rituals.”
“‘And it must be true because I read it on the internets,’” I purposely misquoted. “Where’d you get that piece of info: Wikipedia or Imanutjob.com?”
“Nope, from the Northward Freedom Ecologists’ own website. I checked it out right after they sent me an invitation to their summer solstice celebration.”
I glanced up at him. “You serious?” I asked.
“As a heart attack, stroke and cancer all on the same day.”
“Going to pay my expenses to drive up there?” I asked. Puffery aside, if the Botard was serious about the assignment he’d pay me to go. I was seeing dollar signs already.
He held up an envelope. “Petty cash to get you started. Save your receipts and we’ll reimburse the rest when you get home. Your contact is some woman named Lilith Woods.”
I snatched the envelope out of his hand before Scoop could change his mind. “You serious about the name?”
“Yup, it’s all there. I’ll forward her emails to you.”
I was excited by this: a vacation up north at the paper’s expense. I’d take my girlfriend and make sure to get laid as much as possible, maybe even in the great outdoors.
Klare was hard at work her studio of our shared apartment when I got home. I took her paint brush out of her hand and started pulling off her clothes. “What are you doing?” she asked, not really protesting but more curious why she wasn’t being allowed to continue her artwork.
“Stripping you,” I answered. For some reason she still wore the same overalls she continually sported in college. They were now paint splattered and faded, but the clasps to the shoulder straps were easy to unhook and the denim clung tightly to her body, that’s why I liked her in them. I liked her even better out of them. Once the overalls were off it was a simple matter of removing her white t-shirt and pulling down her cotton panties. Since she never wore a bra while working she was quickly naked. I pushed her back to the futon mattress shoved into the corner of her studio where she took naps for inspiration. It’s also where we fucked when mood struck.
“Maybe I don’t want to have sex right now,” she said while laying back and spreading her legs. I kissed my way down her neck and over her chest—covered with blue and ...