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Note: Mixed Bag is a compilation of stories by Rachael Ross and
contains a Foreword and 65 chapters. It is being posted to ASSM
largely in sequence. See MB00 for a table of contents. All stories
copyrighted 2008 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
visit my website at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm and see my
blog http://anarchyforbeginners.blogspot.com/ for additional
information. Thanks. -rr

Note: This is part of RBVS 2 which is the unpublished sequel to the
large, multi-part story RBVS which can be found on my website. Thanks.


Adults Only

Mixed Bag - Chapter Twenty One



RBVS 2 Teaser: Dog Bones (Lazarus)
by rache


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Story Codes: F/M, Public, Oral, Supernatural, fantasy

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    Everytime I die it hurts a little more.

    "Hi, can we talk?" I asked. "English, right?"

    "Excuse me?" the guy next to me asked, looking surprised that I'd
even noticed him.

    "I hate airplanes," I shrugged. "I was just wondering if you
wanted to talk."

    "Uh, yeah, sure," he smiled.

    "I mean some people do," I said lightly. "I do, but some people
don't, so..."

    "Yeah, I'm not going anywhere for awhile," he said and the man
wasn't especially handsome or anything. Just an average guy sitting
next to me on an Aeroflot airplane. Fucking Russians.

    "Cool, I'm Laz," I smiled at him.

    "I'm Dave...David...Dave..." He reddened a little and I guessed he
didn't talk to many strange girls. "Take your pick."

    "Dave then," I smiled at him. "You're married, huh?" I kind of
pointed to his ring.

    "What? Oh, yeah, um, my wife is, uh..." he sort of sat up, looking
behind him for a second, "...back there."

    "Back there?" I giggled. "In Volgograd?" Which was really back
there now, twenty minutes after taking off.

    "Oh, no," he laughed. "She's on the plane; we couldn't get seats
together."

    "You should have asked, I coulda swapped with her," I chided him
gently.

    "Um, well, travel kind of stresses her so..." Dave made a little
face.

    "Oh, so you don't mind then," I grinned and he was blushing.
"Don't worry about it, it's cool."

    "It sounds bad, huh?" He had nice eyes, sorta green.

    "It could, but nah," I shook my head.

    "Right," Dave gave me a grateful look. "Uh, Laz? What's that short
for?"

    "Lazarus," I said.

    "Oh," he smiled like he was waiting for the punch line.

    "My dad was a rabbi," I shrugged and that was always a pretty good
lie. Like people expected that sort of thing from preachers and that's
what a rabbi is for most Gentiles. Jewish preachers.

    "Okay," Dave relaxed a little as the plane leveled off after long
climb. "So, um what do you do? Are you a model or something?"

    "A model?" I stared at him.

    "I don't mean it like...I mean, you look..." he cleared his throat, "...
never mind."

    "I look like a model?" I finally giggled.

    "You look..." Dave turned his head, keeping his eyes on me and made
a happy sigh. "You look good."

    "Thanks." I kind of smoothed my long black hair, feeling just a
little self-conscious. "I'm not a model though; I think they sit in
first class probably."

    "Oh, right," he chuckled.

    "I'm a pornographer," I told him and I was just looking for
excuses to make him blush.

    "A what?"

    "Pornographer," I smiled. "I like to write, you know, about sex."

    "Oh," Dave blinked and we were quiet for a few seconds. "Is there
money in that?"

    "No," I laughed. "But it's fun."

    "I bet, uh...So, like stories and stuff, huh?"

    "Yeah stories, short stories," I nodded. "Romantic stuff
sometimes, like, oh...strangers meeting on a plane, that kind of thing."

    "But with sex in it," he grinned at me.

    "Lots of sex," I agreed happily. "Raunchy sex."

    "Raunchy," Dave nodded slowly. "You're playing with me now, I
think."

    "No!" I smiled and shook my head. "I'm serious. Don't you read
porn on the internet?"

    "Uh, sometimes, I guess..." he swallowed thickly.

    "Oh, you probably like pictures, huh?" I arched my eyebrows.
"That's okay, lots of guys do."

    "Pictures?" Dave was getting red again. "I...Yeah, sometimes."

    "I knew it," I laughed. "I'm a people person. I like people."

    "I can tell," he grinned at me.

    "No, seriously. Some of my best friends were people."

    "They...were?" Dave gave me a funny look.

    "Slip of the tongue," I giggled.

    "Right," he nodded like he understood.

    "I like observing people, talking to them and figuring them out,
all that," I shrugged, getting back to the subject.

    "Figuring them out, huh?" Dave narrowed his eyes a little. "So
that's what you're doing right now, figuring me out?"

    "Yeah, I mean it's what everyone does," I told him. "We do it from
the time we're born, it's natural."

    "Yeah, I suppose so," he shrugged. "One of those things we don't
think about."

    "Right," I smiled at him. "You got it."

    "So, um...What have you figured out about me then?" Dave wondered.

    "Well, you want to fuck me," I said. "But I knew that as soon as I
sat down."

    "Excuse me?" Dave looked around quickly, but we weren't talking
very loudly anyway.

    "It's alright, you're supposed to," I said with a nonchalant
shrug. "I look young, attractive, and I could even be ovulating, so I
have these pheromones coming out of my pores...It isn't your fault."

    "Heh..." Dave kind of sighed. "Right."

    "Seriously, I'd be worried if you didn't want to fuck me."

    "Why?" He shifted a little in his seat.

    "Well, it would mean you're either a eunuch..." I grinned at the
look on his face, "...or seriously gay."

    "I'm uh, no...on both counts," he reassured both of us.

    "I know," I nodded and I made a point of staring at the bulge in
his trousers. "So how about me?"

    "How about you...what?" He shifted again, squirming a bit and
probably wanting to check on his wife. Like she might be sneaking up
on us.

    "Well, what have you figured out about me?" I turned a little
towards him, bringing my left leg up a bit and into the space between
us. It pulled my short skirt up nicely.

    "I think you're a tease," Dave spoke slowly.

    "A tease?" I made a little face.

    "Yeah, you like to play games with people," he nodded.

    "Oh, well...That's true," I giggled. "See? You're good at this."

    "Hmmm, probably not," Dave chuckled and his face was a little
pink.

    "Oh, no..." I shook my head and lifted my right leg slightly,
spreading my thighs so he could see the black lace of my panties.

    "W-What?" he swallowed hard.

    "You're really good at this," I licked my lips and leaned back
with my shoulders, forcing my firm breasts out a little more. "I can
feel it. Can't you?"

    "My wife..." Dave glanced over his shoulder and I took his attention
in my hand, giving his cock a squeeze through his pants.

    "Shhhh..." I shook my head. "Do you want me to suck your cock,
Dave?"

    "What?" He couldn't have been more than twenty-seven, I thought,
and he looked so young suddenly.

    "I will," I smiled, finding the outline of his penis and squeezing
it between my fingers, rubbing it back and forth.

    "I'm not sure I..."

    "I'm going to," I promised him. "Watch me."

    "Oh God!" he gasped as I turned in my seat, bringing my other hand
to his crotch so I could unzip him.

    It was bright in that airplane, just after noon with the window
shades open, flying above the clouds in the untarnished sun. The plane
was full and flight attendants were pushing carts down the aisles,
serving lunch. The endless repetition of "Chicken or beef?" was
hypnotic beneath all the other sounds. The whine of the engines, the
electronic hum and mechanical creaks and groans; and three hundred
people crammed like Jews on their way to Auschwitz, sitting placid and
calm in their common faith that what goes up, must stay up.

    I couldn't save everyone. I couldn't save anyone, not even me. I
could give one guy a blowjob though and if we were really lucky, he'd
cum before all the crazy shit happened. This one was gonna hurt.

    "Mommy, look at that funny lady," some little girl was saying in
Russian and her mother shushed her.

    I had Dave's cock firmly in my mouth now, sucking him noisily and
not caring at all. He was nice and fat, stretching my mouth wide
around his warmth. I could smell a long morning's travel through the
humidity of southern Russia on his skin. The place had always reeked
and I'd tried to avoid it, but I had to get where I was going in
modest style. What can you do? Anything else would attract far too
much unwanted attention.

    I swirled my tongue over the smooth head of the man's cock,
washing his precum away with my spit and swallowing around him. I
worked my fingers low, down to his balls, massaging them in the close
confines of his underwear. It wasn't the best blowjob I'd ever given a
man, but it wasn't bad either and the fact that a dozen people were
staring at us, men, women, and children, was making poor Dave a little
insecure.

    "P-Please...Oh Jesus..." he murmured and his hands were on my head,
holding me as he lifted his ass out of the thin seat beneath him.

    "Excuse me...Sir! Ma'am!" One of the flight attendants was there,
trying to interrupt us in her heavily accented English.

    I sighed around that cock, moving my head up and down, taking all
of the man's erection easily. He was thick, but not very long. I love
cock anyway, all shapes and sizes, they're all good. Sometimes I
forgot that. I'd get presumptuous or impetuous maybe. I'd forget that
I'd once been a wife, once been married with a cock of my own to cook
and clean for, to have children with. I couldn't even remember the
man's name now, but I could remember his cock and how it had tasted of
Egypt once upon a time. A place I thoroughly detested, by the way.

    I reached with my other hand, pressing my fingers between my legs
to touch myself. I was sprawled now, half on my seat, half on the
floor, my skirt bunched up around my hips and my pert round ass in the
air. I tugged at my panty, almost ripping it in my haste to finger
myself. I was wet and hot and I wished someone were there to fuck me
while I sucked this guy. I needed it. Another man or an angel, or a
devil or...

    "Oh!" I gasped at the sudden penetration, like having half a foot
of iron shoved into my cunt. Cold steel straight from the forge.

    "Lazzzzz..." Livermore's voice was a tonic to my soul, quenching an
awful thirst, and I just groaned, swallowing more spit as I worked to
bring the man in front of me closer to his orgasm.

    He was like a ghost, ethereal and unseen, and deep inside my pussy
now. The Angel of Death himself, Livermore, coming for all these
people, coming for me. Cumming soon, I hoped. A good orgasm to fill
the emptiness inside. His cock was always hard and we fucked like we
fought, with all of our heart and soul. And I felt his hands on my
hips, gripping me tightly as he slammed his long prick into me over
and over.

    The flight attendant was babbling about having us arrested.
Mothers were complaining and men were laughing. It was confusion and
the excitement was going through the plane like a ripple on a pond,
with people passing the news forward and back. People were having sex!
Oh no! The world was going to end!

    They had no fucking idea.

    Somewhere, and for whatever reason, something was going wrong. A
bad fuel line maybe or a loose nut on a meaningless bolt, or more
probably just a spot of bad luck. There was a sudden change in the
sound, in the comforting whine we'd all become so used to by then, and
then a muffled bang and then a louder one. And a screech and three
hundred screams, and then a ripping sound, like the sky being torn in
half, and that's when Dave came for me. His cock pulsed quickly,
jerking over my tongue and his hot salty spend filled me. I ate it
with quick swallows, never letting him go, milking him with my mouth
while he hunched over me.

    Livermore slapped my ass playfully, but we'd run out of time and
he was gone without even a kiss goodbye. I felt the emptiness again,
like an ache frozen in time and I sighed, wondering why this bloody
thing couldn't have waited five more minutes. Time was always my
enemy.

    The jet was bouncing now, up and down, and I felt weightless one
second, floating up, only to be hurled painfully back down to the
floor a split second later. Anyone not wearing a seatbelt was being
tossed like that and it was only going to get worse. The starboard
wing came off with a wild screech that cut through the screams like a
razor, so that a second of utter and eerie silence followed. But only
a single second and then all hell broke loose.

    I struggled to sit down again, fighting the violent motion, the
shuddering shaking roller-coaster ride our journey had become. I was
breathing hard and my heart was pounding. The sex had been good, even
if Livermore hadn't been able to do much more than tease me with a
dozen good thrusts. I got my seatbelt on and Dave was staring at me,
wide-eyed and frightened. His cock was flaccid now, still out of his
trousers, flopping around like a funny little fish.

    "I'm sorry I'm not your wife," I told him, wishing now that I'd
known before taking off and could have traded seats with her. He
should have seen her one more time.

    "Okay," he said and perhaps he'd understood me, or maybe he was in
shock, probably both, but it didn't matter anyway.

    We hit the earth going very fast. Too fast, I suppose, and it was
hot and then black, and then finally it was very, very cold.


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    "Fuck." I was lying on a smoldering hillside strewn with the
remains of one big airplane and 312 small people.

    I stood up slowly and dusted myself off, which sounds like a
clich�, but the truth often does in my experience. I'd broken a lot of
bones and lost a lot of blood. Probably made a little crater all my
own too, but in the end, after I woke up and inventoried my fingers
and toes, I was just dusting myself off and looking at my watch. My
purse was nowhere to be found, naturally.

    "Timex," I smiled. "Takes a licking and keeps on ticking."

    The bitch hadn't lied anyway, but dog bones never do. My flight
had landed exactly where it was supposed to, despite all expectations
to the contrary. It was spread out in a smoking ruin on the hills east
of Elista, in Kalmykia, which was one the least accessible places
imaginable. I had a twenty minute walk ahead of me, no more than that,
and so I got to it. Helicopters would be coming soon, officials
looking for answers more than survivors. I couldn't afford to give
them either of those unexpected things.

    It was a pain climbing in the shoes I wore, although I should have
been glad I hadn't lost one or both of them in the crash. I cursed
myself for not knowing better. My toes hurt and I was going to have a
nice blister or two, I was sure. None of that was putting me in a very
good mood. My twenty minute walk was more like sixty by the time I
found the marker. A small pile of stones, each the size of a grown
man's skull, and happily enough a grown man's skull buried a foot
beneath them in the rocky soil.

    I broke a nail digging the bastard up.

    "If it's not here, I'm waking you up, Fritz," I warned the old
bone and set him aside.

    Another foot deeper and then another and I was getting hot and
sweating like pig. My fingers were bleeding and I was going to need a
serious manicure later. Another foot and some scraps of paper,
crumbling into worthless dust as I kept digging through them. Why
hadn't I brought a fucking shovel? Always doing it the hard way, that
was me. I was like that though, rash and impulsive. I liked to keep
them guessing and the only one who knew where I was wouldn't tell on
me. Livermore was in love, at least so much as an angel could be.

    "Ahhhh..." My fingers scraped wood and I nodded, catching my breath
and I was in a hole four feet deep.

    A helicopter was flying around the crash site now. I could see it
above the oily haze, a big ugly thing with rockets and guns on it.
Russia would always be Russia, I smiled to myself. I kept digging and
half an hour later I had that box sitting between my spread legs. The
sun was going down and I found a sharp stone and started bashing at
the crate, splintering the old grey wood easily.

    Inside the smallish crate I found a German flag, one of the pretty
Nazi ones all red, white, and black with the swastika in the middle.
Stupid fucking Nazi's. I really hated those guys, but I loved their
fashion sense. Germany was like that though and I'd always had a love-
hate thing with that country. Like a woman enamored of her abusive
husband, I just kept coming back for more and if anyone asked, I
always had a ready excuse.

    "I fell down some stairs and landed in Germany," I laughed,
standing up slowly and stretching with my prize.

    I unfurled the flag into the wind and tumbling prickly out of it
and into the dust was the Crown of Thorns. It was stiff with 2000
years of dust and mottled brown and black; petrified it seemed to me
as I let the flag go, watching it briefly flutter like a wounded bird.
I picked the Crown up, turning it this way and that, and then sighed
as I looked towards the east and the darkening sky. I had a long walk
ahead of me, but at least I had the Crown. Now all I needed was the
Whore to wear it.



The End

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