I'll Lay You Down On A Bed Of Roses * Story #1

Jon

Calliope/Karen

Karen/Calliope

Jon remembered last night......



His heart racing. The sweat running down his forehead. He knew he looked like a deer in the headlights. There she was. Dressed deceptively like an angel. A beautiful, ethereal angel. She looked a little like Olivia Newton John in Xanadu. All light. Lace. White wispiness. But he wasn't deceived. He could see the perfect storm in her expressive gray eyes.



He felt like he was about to go down like George Cloony. There was nowhere to run. He could feel the residual pain and chaffing from their last bout. He wanted to adjust himself in his pants, but she would see and smile evilly. Underneath her beautiful clothes was a steel boned corset with hooks laden with cuffs and whips. His heart was pounding.



He felt an overwhelming panic attack. He couldn't breath. Closer and closer she got to him. He looked around. The closest hidey place was his spot under the stage. But deep down he knew she would find him. Christian Grey had nothing on her.

He ran off the stage and into the room. He was pressed up against a temporary wall. His only option was to watch her walk seductively towards him. Closer. Closer. He could smell the wonderful light scent she wore. She was breadth away from him. Lips almost touching lips. Her breath enveloping him. She leaned in pressing her whole soft warm gorgeous body against his.



And



bit



his



lip!



Her name was Karen!



Well Karen to the human world, but Calliope, one of Zeus's daughters, a muse, to the spirit world.



GOD! She about killed him. Or his dick anyway. He rubbed his appendage as an after thought. But every time she appeared he wrote the best songs. His fans and record label were unaware of his sacrifice to provide them quality anthems.



It was about 2 weeks later, after having taken a couple diphenhydramine, Benadryl, to help him get some sleep, he was dreaming....... at least he thought he was....



Jon awoke slowly. Painfully. Man, his arms and shoulders hurt. He went to shift positions and found his arms handcuffed to the head board. Bitch!



"Calliope! Are you here!" He screamed. His heart started pounding so hard it hurt. He was gonna have a fucking heart attack. "Damn it! Free my hands!" He screamed again, on the verge of blowing out his vocals.



He HATED any horizontal sport resembling S&M. The more he squirmed the more every part of his backside felt pokey things. WTF?! "CALLIOPE!"




All of a sudden he heard heals clicking against the floor. Almost in time with his almost exploded heart.



"SShh, my love. All that screaming is bad for you," she cooed. She ran her fingers through his hair, grazing his forehead. "Why are you so upset? I am here to help you, my darling." She slowly walked around the bed watching him become more upset by the second and she became wet at the same time. All tingly down there. The smile on her face lighting up the room.



Jon looked at her at the times when she was in his line of sight, "Fucking untie me. I HATE being like this and you know it!" He squirmed and felt a really sharp, something, he didn't even know what yet, poking him in the ass. It felt like a bed of nails with velvet draped over it. "Bitch, what the hell am I laying on?!" He willed himself to stop moving, making the weird pain less painful. "What did you do? Give me some kind of poisonous, Poseidon potion? All I remember is drinking some wine. Did you pollute it? Oh God. I've died and gone somewhere."



"Oh, my darling. Settle down,"she said. Calliope started undressing, one piece of clothing at a time. A boot from the left foot. The boot from the right foot. It really didn't take that long to finish getting undressed, but it was long enough to produce a beautiful erection.



Jon, a bit disgusted with himself, looking at an erection stemming from this way of some people's sexual pleasure. Somehow, as always, he started to relax and she started singing softly,



"I want to lay you down on a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses..."



Calliope released him from his bonds, and with a bit of magic and illusion, they were on a beautiful, soft bed, with candles all around. Rose petals started to fall from heaven. And right now he didn't know if he was even in New Jersey. She slowly straddled him while kissing him. At the most perfect moment she mounted him. His cock sunk deep into her heat and together they made beautiful music.



A couple hours later Jon woke with a start, sitting up in bed so fast he almost passed out. "Dammit, some blonde gave me nightmares," he thought as he looked around to see if she was still in his bed. The coast was clear he thought, but why, he couldn't remember...He got up, grabbed his journal that he wrote his song ideas in, and sat at the piano in his room and started to write. He tried hard to capture the moment this morning but didn't know why.



THE END ..... maybe

Answering the Batphone * Story #3

ANSWERING THE BAT PHONE

Answering the Batphone

Kleio: To make famous

clothing reference

It was 2013. A beautiful summer night here in Germany. She was in the audience of the biggest concert of the year, Bon Jovi. She stood watching her favorite. Her name was Kleio, daughter of Zeus. In human terms she went by Diane. The breeze caught her shimmery silver hair, streaks of purple and pink running thru it matching the flowy pieces of materials she had made into a dress of all different lengths.





She thought back to when she made it so that He was now part of the band. She went against everyone and everything to get him here. To make Him famous, beyond just being a session guitarist. A voice interrupted her thoughts.





“Sister,” she practically growled, “I can loan you some cuffs. A whip or two maybe.”





Kleio, Diane, looked at her sister, her reputation legendary among her sisters and the Gods. “Ugh, Calliope, enough. I don’t need any of your devices. I can catch and keep a specimen all by myself. It’s a wonder Jon is still alive and hasn’t died from an anxiety attack,” Kleio said. Regardless, she did love her big sister.





“I know. But I love to offer,” she said wickedly, wiggling her eye brows.





“I know,” Kleio, Diane, agreed.





“Well, I will let you go back to your thoughts. I am just going to get closer to the stage and see if I can give Jon a heart attack.” Calliope laughed menacingly.





“Really Calliope, you need to give that boy a break,” Kleio admonished.





“Oh I am. I have a very soft and romantic evening planned,” Calliope whispered. With that she disappeared into the audience.





Phil was playing guitar on some session work for Adam Lambert. They had been at it for a couple hours. He could use a break and a cup of coffee. He was about to start up again when an angel bearing coffee floated into the studio. The first thing he noticed was her silvery hair. Purple and pink were streaked through it. He would have thought she was old, but up close she was pretty. Ageless. Great figure.





“Mr Xenidis, here is a cup of coffee. Unless you would rather have something else.”





“No. This is great. And call me Phil or Philx. And what is your name? Do you work for the studio? I haven’t seen you before,” Phil asked.





“My name is Diane. I just started here. A ‘Girl Friday’ if you will,” Kleio, Diane, said.





“Well, it’s nice to meet you Diane,” Phil replied.





“You too, Phil,” Diane said, smiling, “Well I am off to see what else I can do around here.”





All Phil could think of was her smile really lit up the place.





“She’s real pretty, huh?” The voice behind said.





“Damn, Adam, you scared the crap outta me. I didn’t hear you come up behind me,” Phil said, trying to slow his heart rate down.





“Ha ha, of course you didn’t hear me, you had eyes only for her. You were staring,” Adam laughed.





“I was not,” Phil said, a little self-conscious, not wanting to admit it. At least not out loud. But acquiesced that he coulda been staring, “Ya, maybe I was.”





“Let’s rock it Phil,” Adam said with a smile. So back to work for all.





A few days later Adam’s new album was wrapped up.





“Phil, it was a pleasure working with you,” Adam said putting out his hand to shake Phil’s.





“Ya, man, right back at ya,” Phil replied, returning the handshake. “Give me a call if you ever need a guitarist.”





“Will do,” and with that Adam was gone.





Phil was almost done packing up his equipment when Diane came up and asked, “Phil, do you maybe want to go get some lunch?”





“Um, sure, I could eat,” Phil said. She had that silvery hair up in a ponytail today. Today she had on jeans and an AC/DC shirt on, hugging her in all the right places. “Where’s a good place to eat?”





“What do you like or feel like eating?”





“You think there might be a steak and seafood place?”





“Sure,” Diane replied, “I know of a great place out in Malibu.”





“Excellent,” Phil said, “Let’s go”





“I’ll drive.” The two got into her ‘68 Camero and took the local highways to Malibu. It was a beautiful summer day.





Later that evening found Diane and Phil at her place.





“Diane you have the most beautiful hair,” Phil said as he stroked her hair while they were laying in bed together. Phil kissed her, his free hand leaving her hair to cup one of the "twins". Her tits were like the perfect size. More than a handful is a waste. “It’s almost magical. Like it has a life of it’s own.” He leaned in for a taste. Then sucked hard. The nipples hard as pebbles. He was hard himself. He made his way over her and entered her.





“Remember Phil, OH - MY - GOD! ... it’s all about the hair." She screamed out the intense pleasure. "You have wonderful hair," she whispered as she grabbed handfuls of his hair, to hold his head as he sucked on her breasts. "Women are going to love your hair one day.”





“How do you know,” he asked as he drove himself relentlessly into her core.





“I just have a feeling,” she moaned. "Fuck me Philx!"


Gladly Phil thought.





A few years later … 2011





Jon was pacing in frustration. Richie was polluted again. I think it is time for an intervention, he thought. They all barely made it thru rehearsals. Jon decided to call it quits early. Everybody had left except Tico and Dave. “Guys,” Jon started, “I think we need to strongly recommend that Rich go to a rehab facility. At this rate we will never make it out on tour. And I will not give that up.”





Tico and Dave watched Jon pace up and down the studio.





“We agree Jon. But who would we get to fill in?” They asked.





“I don’t know,” Jon said, “I will have to put out some feelers.





Just then the door opened and a really pretty female stepped through carrying a carrier of coffee. She had the prettiest silvery pink and purple hair. “Gentlemen, coffee.” Her smile was enough to practically drop their mouths to the floor.





Tico took his and asked, “And who might you be Darlin’?”





“My name is Diane. I work for the studio. A ‘Girl Friday’ if you will.”





“Well Girl Friday, know any good lead guitarists?” Jon asked, not really expecting an answer.





“I actually do. Try getting in touch with Phil Xenidis. He is an amazing guitarist. Does a lot of session work.”





“Why didn’t I think of him,” Jon said. “Thank you Diane. I will have my people get a hold of his people.”





“You’re welcome,” Diane, Kleio, said. And with that she was gone.





Kleio, Diane, was facing the headboard, holding onto it, as Phil pounded her from behind. "PHIL! AAhh, I'm cuming!"





Phil grunted, "Fuck yeah!"





A little while later, Diane, Kleio, watched Phil pace back and forth, after hanging up the phone he had answered.





“Darling, who was on the phone? Sounded like a job offer.”





“Oh my gawd! That was Jon Bon freaking Jovi!” Phil exclaimed. “I don’t know how I caught the man’s attention, but … Man! Apparently Richie just quit. Didn't show up. And the man himself wants me, ME to play!”





“Maybe a birdie whispered in his ear,” Diane said, smiling.





Phil crawled back in bed and pulled her close, kissing her hard. “Mmm, sweetheart. Let me express my happiness.” And together they climbed the highest heights once again.





Kleio looked up at PHILX. It’s what they call him. They were playing in Atlanta tonight. The concert had just started. The screen was slowly going up reveling the band as they played THINFS. Kleio was right there in front. She ran her hands through her hair, fluffing it. Catching Phil’s attention she bent over then back up, flipping her hair back. Phil smiled and flipped his hair. The crowd went wild!





Kleio smiled a huge happy smile. "Good job Sis," she heard in her ear.





"Dammit Calliope, you fucking scared the crap outta me," Diane hissed as she looked at Calliope over her shoulder. Calliope had eyes only for Jon. The wicked look in her eyes will have Jon running for the hills. Diane just shook her head and focused her attention back to the concert and Phil.

Memphis Is In Me * Story #2

David

Colleen

Thalia, Colleen in the human world, stood in the audience watching him. Her long brunette hair, blew softly in the light breeze, as she created the breeze to softly blow his hair about. He was up on stage playing his heart out.

Calliope, Karen, had come up behind her. “I could lend you a pair of cuffs. A whip, maybe,” she chuckled.

Thalia looked over her shoulder at her sister and said, “No. Not my thing.”

Calliope laughed, “I know.” She looked up at Jon and growled, “But it’s mine.”

Thalia just shook her head. Her sister was so strong willed and weird.

David came out of the bathroom all freshly showered rubbing a towel over his curls trying to dry his hair a bit. He wouldn’t have had to shower if somehow the bag of coffee hadn’t fallen on his head. He swore that he heard giggling.

He had some ideas for some plays he’s been tossing around in his head. He was thinking of working on doing scores for broadway plays during Bon Joiv’s down time. He sat at the piano and started melodically playing. He suddenly felt a breeze across the back of his neck. He looked around for an open window or something. He thought he heard giggling again. Not seeing anything, he went back to playing. His thoughts started thinking of the 1950’s, early Rock n Roll.

A couple hours later he stood at the french doors looking out over the grass. He saw a figure floating along on the grounds. He was mezmerized. She seemed so not of this world. She was almost to the patio when she tripped and fell. He ran out to where she was and just when he about to kneel next to her she popped up like nothing happened.

Thalia, laughing, pointed at Dave and said, “The look on your face was priceless."

“What the fuck,” David exclaimed. “Who the hell are you and what are you doing on my property? I need to call the cops’” he mumbled as he walked back to the house.

All of a sudden she was in front of him her hands on his chest. “Now sweetie, y'all don’t want to be doing that.”

“How did ...but you were...,” he stumbled, as looked to her, at the door, back to her. “Who are you?!”

“David, I am sadden you do not know who I am. I am your muse.”

“Fine. What is your name?”

“Thalia, where I am from. Or Colleen, here, if you like that better,” Thalia said. “I am the muse of Comedy.”

“Really,” David said skeptically.

Thalia, knowing he is a bit upset, pointed to his chest. “I had a little something to do with that. Where do you think your love of comedy comes from.”

He looked into her eyes while absentmindedly rubbing the Joker tattoo on his chest. And before he knew it he was kissing her. He ran his hands down her back cupping her perfectly shaped derriere.

She loved when David touched her. With his hands on her butt he pulled her up against his most obvious show of affection for her. She wanted him now. Thalia stepped back from this piano man and walked slowly to his bedroom, looking back to make sure he was following. On her way she took off her gossamer clothes one piece at a time. One last look back at David he was practically drooling. She smiled.

David was beyond hard. He enjoyed the view of her beautiful body as it was reveiled to him one piece of cloth at a time.



“Mmm David. Kiss me,” she whispered against his lips.



“Yes,” he said mindless with passion. Before he knew it he was on his back with her beautiful body on top of his.



Thalia, Colleen, kissed his male nipple where his tattoo was, “Do you like that Dave?”



“Mmm hmm,” he moaned his hands running through her beautiful brunette hair. “Suck me,” He told her, pushing her in that direction.



Thalia, willing to oblige, but with consequences to follow, took him in her mouth.



Davis was in ecstacy, so close, when all of a sudden, “Aaahhhh! Hahahahaha!” He was writhing. She, OMG, was tickling him. “Thalia, what...hahaha...the...OMG...hell?!”



"Oh David, I am the Muse of Comedy. I just can't help myself,” she said as she tickled David's feet.



"Dammit, stop it. I hate being tickled,” he said having a hard time catching his breathe.



Thalia saw he was beyond hard. That's the way she liked it. She climbed on top and proceeded to save the horse and ride a cowboy! “David, Memphis, you feel so good inside me.”



“Thalia!” he screamed just as he came.



“Oh David,” she moaned folowing right behind him. She collapsed on top of him hugging him her legs still clamped around him. Slowly she slid down next to him and they both fell alseep.



Years later she was watching from a balcony seat as David won multiple awards for Memphis. And she didn't even have to pull him off stage with her crook.  She was happy for him, she thought, smiling.

"You sure you don't want to borrow a pair of cuffs,"  she heard in her ear.  Thalia just shook her head at her sister's craziness.