Faking It

Celia, in more ways than one felt she had the world on a string. Or at least on a very short leash. She had taken her one true love and established just who wore the pants (in a manner of speaking Celia still preferred vinyl skirts after all) in the relationship. Then she had mesmerized Art's partner Paul to developing a perverse obsession for her which had him obeying her every whim and hating himself for it. But in a way you could say this was a good thing, as Paul was that sort of bear.

However all was not complete bliss. And after all who really wants unending bliss, which is boredom by another name. Certainly not Celia, and as they traveled hawking their wares and spreading love (at least half the time) and acquiring money and seeing the world. Lately their travels had led them to San Francisco, and they had opened up a stall on the Haight, outside just outside of Golden Gate Park and began hawking their wares.

They had of course parked illegally (there is just no parking in San Francisco) and were selling their love potions out of the back of the van. Some of the squatters, mostly punk rockers with eccentric hair styles and colors, wandered over to see what the trio was up to.

"Oy, what are you lot doing?" Either from England, or affecting the accent to be more punk, the kid asked. His mohawk consisted of separate spikes about 8 inches high, in three different colors running in a more or less straight line up and down his skull.

"We're selling love potions, kid. Twenty bucks a pop, guaranteed to work 50 percent of the time. Want to buy?" Paul told him.

"Fifty percent, that's wot, 50 times a bottle." asked the kid with a puzzled expression on his face. Math apparently was not his best subject.

"No, you idiot, that means half the time it doesn't work." said his girlfriend as she cuffed him, affectionately perhaps, in the back of the head.

"If I gave it to her, would that make her treat me better?" asked the punk, whose name was Eric but whom everyone called Eyeball.

"No, on reflection I would have to say no, not necessarily at all." replied Paul with an odd smirk on his face. So far Art had remained quiescent during this discussion, he and Celia were quietly holding hands while Art stared at her with blissful devotion. She had dressed him in vinyl pants and a white sleeveless t-shirt today, his hair dyed black and spiked, to match his spiked collar and leash. Paul would have been more cynical about this, but his own collar (thankfully without leash) reminded him he had Celia issues of his own.

"So what good does it do mate?" asked Eyeball.

"Well, if you love someone and she won't love you back, you slip the potion in something she'd drink, hand it to her, she then drinks it and 30 seconds later if you're the first person she talks to and sees than she falls in love with you. About half the time anyway."

"Wait if she loves you why don't she treat you good then?"

"Sometimes she will, but the course of true love never did run smooth as Shakespeare said."

"But she'll definitely love you then, right?"

"Guaranteed."

"Except for when it doesn't."

"Well, yeah, except for that."

Now the girl spoke up again. "Have you ever used it?" Her name was Jill and she had a romantic streak when she wasn't telling herself that she didn't.

"No, I never have. My friend did once and it seems to have worked out for him."

"That's the girl and the guy snogging in the grass."

Paul looked and indeed Celia and Art had migrated to the grass to cuddle and, well, snog as the girl had put it. He found a small pang of jealousy that he wasn't cuddling with her, feeling her luscious curves nestled against his body... damn! He hated these fantasies he'd been having over her. Why, sure she was attractive, with cascading platinum blond hair these days, and today a corset that accentuated her already generous curves... damn! He'd just been doing it again.

"You like your mates girl don't you?" asked Jill.

"No, I hate her! She's a complete bitch and she's wrapped him around her little finger. It's disgusting."

"Oy, he really likes her!" chimed in Eyeball.

"Listen you punk rock twerps, I can't stand her! Is that clear?"

"Who can't you stand Paul?" asked Celia as she had wandered over when the volume of the conversation rose. Art was still lying down daydreaming on the grass. At a guess he was feeling groovy.

Paul goggled at Celia in surprise. Still he was not one to hedge.

"You, he was saying he can't stand you." chimed Eyeball in again.

"Thanks kid," Paul said as an aside. To Celia "Just so. I was saying how I can't stand what you've done to Art, I think it's disgraceful. That's no way to treat someone you love."

"He's right, you should be nicer to him. It's only right." said Jill.

"Really?" asked Eyeball.

"Shut up!" Jill said and cuffed him again in the back of the head. "Did anyone ask you anything pea-brain?"

"No Jill, I'll just go back to asking for loose change then."

"Damned right!" said Jill and Eyeball went back to squat in front of Amoeba records.

"So that's how you treat someone you love nicely?" asked Celia.

"He's not bleeding is he?" countered Jill. She thought she'd been altogether too lovey-dovey with Eyeball actually, but what could she do, the guy just did it for her.

"Actually Jill, Paul's not mad because I treat Art badly, he's just jealous that I don't pay enough attention to him."

"That's blatantly untrue." protested Paul. "I wouldn't want attention from you if you were the last woman on earth."

"Isn't it cute when men lie to themselves Jill?"

"Oh yeah, I mean it's totally obvious he's into you. He was staring at you earlier."

"I noticed."

"Would you two stop talking about me as if I wasn't here?" demanded Paul. I do not 'like' Celia in any way. Is that clear?"

"Then why are you still wearing the collar I gave you" she asked turning her regard on him.

Paul didn't really have a good answer to that and it was difficult for him to think at the best of times when she turned her flashing green eyes on him. She smiled as he attempted with difficulty not to stare at her exposed cleavage. She was wearing a red low cut top, to complement her black skirt and thigh high black boots. The overall effect was what you might call breathtaking.

"Well, why are you Paul?"

"I don't know." he said.

"Wow." thought Jill. That was kind of sick the way Celia tortured that guy. She cleared her throat.

"Yes" Celia said flicking her eyes toward Jill.

"I'd like to buy a love potion."

"Allright kid, ten bucks."

"Actually I'd like to buy two."

"Ok, twenty bucks."

Damn, twenty bucks was hostel money. Still they'd been doing okay squatting and this was in a good cause. She gave Celia the money and bought the two potions. Then she took them back to Eyeball and mixed them into two cans of Coke.

"Who you gonna give them to?" asked Eyeball.

"I'm gonna give them to Celia and Paul."

"What good is that gonna do?"

"Well they won't torture each other anymore. They'll love each other."

"Won't they just torture each other anyway?"

"It's not torture if you're in love." she told him. That cheered him up some as he'd not wanted to have to think his girlfriend tortured him.

"What is it if you're in love then?" he asked her.

"It's foreplay." she told him with an evil little smirk. He felt a shiver run down his back and zap like a charge into his crotch. Damn the girl was evil. What a girl! And she straddled one leg over his recumbent form and kissed him in his tender spot along his neck. "Tonight" she whispered into his ear. "Tonight I think we'll have a room of our own." She gave an affectionate rub of his cock for luck, unstraddled him and headed off to implement her nefarious plan.

...

The cop came over while Art was running the stand.

"Do you realize you're double parked?"

"No, are we?"

"Yes, you are parked along the outside of another car. That is what we refer to as being double parked."

"Okay, now we know. Thanks." said Art and continued his transaction. Another punk had wanted to buy a potion for a chick he had just met. They were actually doing a very brisk business here in San Fran, and might be out of stock entirely by the end of the day.

"This is not by way of being community information. You have to move it or it will be impounded and youse will be arrested."

"Oh, I hadn't realized officer. I don't handle the location stuff, we leave that to Celia. Celia!" He called out raising his voice.

Celia hearing her name stopped what she was doing and headed over. What she had been doing was continuing her subtle torture of Paul by lying in the sun and slowly crossing and uncrossing her legs to reveal the delectable flesh beneath her skirt. Paul had been throwing a football around with some people he'd met and pretending not to notice. However each time she done a well executed leg cross he'd dropped the ball. You may think this is cruel but who are we to cast aspersions on how some people have fun?

But now she concentrated on the pig shaking down her Art. Her new punk rock Art. Or maybe mod was better. Anyway, she'd better run interference.

"What's the matter baby?" she asked Art.

"This police officer says we're double parked and have to move or he'll arrest us."

"But officer," said Celia addressing the bemused cop, we've almost sold all our stock. Can't we stay here just a little longer?" she asked and pouted prettily at the cop.

But Officer McSweeny wasn't buying. He hated these wanna be hippies who squatted along his street, obstructing traffic and accosting decent citizens. "Lady, you and your two deadbeat friends are going to have to beat it."

"Well if you say so Officer" said Celia raising a finger to her lips and lowering her eyes coyly, but are you sure you won't change your mind?"

McSweeny looked her over a second time, taking in her ample curves and seductive pose. He wasn't going to change his mind but it wouldn't hurt to play along for a bit.

"Maybe you'd like a free sample of our goods?"

That was the wrong path to take. He froze. "I don't want any of your damned drugs!" he told her.

"It's not a drug, it's a health additive. You put it in your drink and it improves your though clarity and gives you additional energy." Not bad, she thought to herself, for an impromptu lie.

"Really?" he said. Men will believe almost anything provided it's a beautiful woman who tells it to them.

"Sure you wouldn't like a sample?"

"Well maybe a small one wouldn't hurt." So she poured a vial into a can of coke and passed it to him.

She kept him talking for another minute about where they'd last been, and how difficult it must be to be a cop in San Francisco while she waited for the look of lust and adoration to kick in. It didn't. She wondered if maybe he was gay. Nah, she'd noticed him checking her out. Oh damn! she thought. The fifty percent clause. Crap! Now she'd have to do this the hard way. She stroked her bright red nails across her chest so they caught the fading sunlight.

"It must be really tiring to do all the work you do and never get credit." she said.

"Oh you bet, never any respect from the citizens or the punks."

"You must have it so hard." she giggled "I mean difficult."

"Yeah, what you said." He laughed too. Her nails really caught the light. And he liked the bright shade of red. He wondered if his wife would paint her nails like that or wear that shade of lipstick. Also bright red.

"I notice you like my nails. Would you like to know the shade so you can buy them for your wife?"

He nodded.

She waved the nails in front of his face and said "the shade is mesmerizing red. That's what the store calls it. Mesmerizing red, do you think they're right? Are my nails really a mesmerizing shade of red. Do you find your eyes drawn to my nails as they reflect the fading sunlight?"

Again he nodded as he watched the light from her nails dance before him. She had beautiful hands and nails.

"Watch my beautiful nails. Watch them dance before you. They really are a mesmerizing red aren't they. So red. So dazzling. You love to watch them, you can't stop watching them. Your eyes so powerfully drawn to them." She drew her hand palm up, nails down before his face. His eyes followed her nails helplessly till they left his line of sight and he stared directly into her eyes. She did it again and again his eyes followed her nails from one corner of his eye to the other till he was again left staring into her eyes. Her bright, flashing green eyes. The third time he never even noticed her nails except to try to stare through them into her eyes. Her dazzling, flashing, fiery green eyes.

"You like my eyes don't you. Like to stare into them McSweeny. You like to stare helplessly into my eyes. To feel helpless in general. That's what you like. To feel helpless before me, before my beauty. Just relax. It's okay to relax and feel helpless. Go ahead, relax. You can even close your eyes. Just relax and be helpless for me. Good, very good, So relaxed. So helpless. Close your eyes. Close your eyes."

McSweeney closed his eyes. Lulled by her voice his eyes felt so heavy. He felt so relaxed, so helpless...

"So it's ok if we stay here all day officer."

"Sure" he said, I called it in and cleared it with the rest of the force.

"Thank officer" she cooed. He visibly melted. "Anything for you miss. And if there's anything else I can do for you."

"No, that's okay, just remember what shade of nail polish do you want to buy for your wife, she said turning her hand so nails sparkled at him.

His eyes fluttered and shut and in a flat voice he intoned "Mesmerizing Red"

"Good boy" she said and snapped her fingers. His eyes popped open. "Must be getting old and tired" he muttered to himself "nodding off on the job."

"Well" she said to Paul who had come up to take his shift at the stall, "I think that solves our police problem."

"Very slick" said Paul "Have you ever found a man you couldn't bend to your will?"

Celia gave this some honest thought. From her vast worldly experience of 18 years she would have to say "No."

"Except for me." he said.

"Oh, of course except for you. I mean you wouldn't kneel before me if I asked you to would you?"

"Of course not."

"Not even if I asked you pretty please?" and she smiled and licked her lips.

Paul actually trembled visibly as he fought the weakness in his knees. "No. There is no way I would kneel before you."

"Pretty please." she said and cooed. Then she gave a little sigh that moved her body in interesting ways, her chest rising and falling. His eyes followed the movement of her chest like radar.

"No" he said clenching his teeth in determination. Why did his knees feel so weak, why did he want to obey her? His knees trembled. He felt weak and flushed. She was so beautiful.

She leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Kneel for me" Her hot breath washed away all resistance. He kneeled before his mistress. There was no faking it anymore, he belonged to her.

Celia contemplated Paul on his knees before her. That had been fun, she felt all tingly now. Maybe she'd let him go down on her for awhile. Naah, she'd just go fuck Art instead. Damn she was hot! Really hot. Between hypnotizing the cop and working over Paul she was thirsty.

"Hey Jill" she called out "get me a coke."

This had been the opportunity Jill had been waiting for. She brought over two cokes, opened, one for Paul and one for Celia.

"What's with the other coke?" Celia asked.

"I thought Paul might like one." said Jill.

"Paul is busy. Why don't you drink it instead?" she asked Jill pointedly.

Jill flushed. She hoped it wouldn't work, but there was no way to avoid it. She downed it quickly and hoped. Celia quickly followed suit.

"So why do you torture Paul like that?"

"It's fun. Why do you torture Eyeball?"

"Because I love him." she said and thought of Eyeball. He was so cute, with his leather jacket and mohawk. So cute, and sweet. She loved to cuff him. Feel his arms around her, slight but muscular. She imagined holding him close feeling his chest against hers. Feeling his soft full breasts pressing against him. Soft, full breasts?

She looked at Celia and got lost in her golden smile. 'OH God, it was working. She was falling in love with Celia. Oh crap!"

Celia watched as Jill regarded her. As she thought Jill had slipped a potion inside the cans of coke. Jill was cute for a punk rocker. She wondered if the potion would affect her now that she was already in love with someone else.

"Celia,"

"Yes Jill"

"Celia, you're real pretty."

"Thanks Jill, you're pretty too."

Celia felt her limbs turn to water Oh crap, it was working on her. Jill was cute, so small and bristly. So butch. She held out her arms to Jill.

Jill wrapped her arms around Celia and buried her face in her breasts.

"OH Celia!"

"OH Jill" They scurried into the back of the van. Jill put her hands over Celia's luscious breasts and squeezed. Celia moaned. She pulled Jill's head down to her crotch. Jill buried her face into Celia's panties, nibbling at the labia.

Celia slid her red silk panties down to allow Jill's tongues access to her lips. Jill kissed and sucked the tasty flesh. She bit and held it between her teeth. Celia moaned louder. She had never wanted anyone this much. Jill's touch and tongue set off fireworks inside her.

Paul kneeled down and saw his mistress and her new lover rock together in the van. He would have liked to be involved but there are worse things than to be front row to the hottest lesbian action, well, anywhere.