Story: The Bourbon Orleans Trample
18-Feb-99 21:26:47

Sparky's Note:

This is the sequel to "Hand Crush in New Orleans" that I posted back on 22-Jan-99.

(Due to the traffic on this board, it is waaaaaay down the page.)

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"The Bourbon Orleans Trample"

It was about 5:30 in the afternoon and I was in my room at the Bourbon Orleans getting all spiffed up. I had the room immediately behind the lobby bar, so I thought I would slip out of my room and hang there, have a drink and wait for - uh! You know, I don't even know her name! She gave me this nice hand crush and we hugged and kissed each other and I'm about to go on a date with her in about 15 minutes, and I don't even know her name! Well, I guess we can fix that when she show up - if she shows up.

I ordered a Johnny Red on the rocks and leaned back in my bar stool. Before I had a chance to finish it, Lo and behold, she shows up - ten minutes early! She was wearing the same black go-go style boots she wore at the art shop, but instead of blue jeans with the pant legs tucked in and a white halter, she was wearing a short black leather skirt, a red blouse and a black leather vest. What was that song that went something like, "When I first saw her, I burned my black book. She'd make a blind man take a second look?" Show 'nuff, she is definitely powerful stuff!

She came in the front door, turned left, walked past the grand piano that plays without anybody playing it (It has a built-in MIDI sequencer) and toward the lobby bar. When she saw me sitting there, she let loose with a big "Oooooooooo" that reverberated all through the lobby and started running toward me with her arms outstretched. I saw her coming so I put my glass on the bar and slipped out of my chair just in time for her to jump up into my arms and hug me. She started showering me with these "minnow" kisses. She smacked me all over my face, cheeks, forehead, and neck with these little pecks and then pulled herself back and smiled. She swirled her tongue around her lips, gave a little moan and started smacking me again. She finally broke her hold as I put my arm around her. With my left hand, I grabbed my drink and we twirled around and around past the end of the bar and pushed through the door into my room which I didn't shut all the way so I wouldn't have to use my card key to get in.

Once inside my room, she froze and her jaw dropped open. She couldn't believe the room! It was immaculate. It had a downstairs sitting room with a large TV and sound system, a fully stocked bar, a small dinette next to the window and an upstairs bedroom. All of the furniture was antique and it had every bit of New Orleans' old world charm of the 18th century. "I lived in Nawlins all my life and I have never been in here before." she told me. "This is wonderful! How much did you have to pay for a room like this? You must be rich!"

"If you have to ask, you can't afford it." I quipped. "Naw, my publisher is picking-up the tab on all of this and I'm also the guest of the New Orleans Art and Literary Society."

"You're a writer!?"

"Yep."

"Wow! How about that. I'm an artist. I'm studying it at Tulane."

"Wow, how fine! By the way, my name is Sparky."

"I'm Cassie - well, Cassandra. Everybody calls me Cassie. I used to hate that name when I was in school. I always made everybody call me Cassandra 'cause I hated Cassie. Now, I think it is kind of cool, so go ahead and call me Cassie.

"Ok, Cassandra." I quipped again as she split a gut to the point that she was drawing tears. I reached for a Kleenex and gave it to her. She took it from my hand and dryed-out her eyes. When she brought her hands down still chuckling a bit, I said, "Nice to meet you."

"Ooooooooh, nice to meet you-ooo." she responded wistfully. I placed my hands on her cheeks and kissed her softly on her lips. She placed her hands on my hands as she kissed me more intensely; more passionately.

She started squeezing my shoulders as I took my arms and squeezed her body against mine tightly and gave her a little tender peck on the base of her neck. She immediately got a shiver as she moaned passionately.

I dropped to my knees and hugged her around her thighs as I pressed the side of my head against her abs. She started stroking my hair and tickling my neck with her fingernails. I got a shiver as I took my hands and stroked the back of her legs from the tops of her boots, up her thighs and then squeezed her buns from inside her skirt, I pressed the side of my head against her abs again while holding onto her buns.

While still on my knees, I took her hands and kissed them gently. I felt her gentle squeeze on my hands. I took both of her hands in my left hand, place my right hand on the floor, and shifted my body from a kneeling to a sitting position right in front of the toes of her boots with my legs outstretched. I took her left hand in my right hand and leaned back.

She lifted her right foot and planted it right on top of me; right where 'ol Bernard was hanging out. She put a little weight on it and started twisting her toe into it; mashing it in while shifting her weight onto it and then relaxing it. It started to swell. She took her heel and placed it on my member and mashed it in with that ever-loving twisting motion. After giving me a few jabs on it with her heel, it was ready for maximum pressure. She put her toe back on it and as I leaned back, she put all of weight on it. That was the finest 120 pounds I have ever felt.

Cassie was standing on me with her full weight while holding my hands and she starts thrusting more weight onto my throbbing love muscle. I started grinning and she started giggling. She did a deep knee bend, held it for a second, then she let go of my hands and thrust herself up and off. What a dismount!

I flipped over into the prone position and hugged her boots. I cupped my hands around her heels and squeezed them; pushing them up a little. She raised both of her heels and I slipped my fingers under them. She stood down on my digits while I kissed her boots. She then walked smartly down my back and over to the bar and asked me, "Would you like a drink?"

"Yeah, it's time for a break." I responded. I stood up and told her that I need to get some ice. I grabbed the ice bucket and slipped out the door and around to the lobby bar. The bartender took my bucket and filled it up. I slipped a couple of bucks into his tip jar, took the bucket back, turned around and back into my room I went. It's kind of neat. From the bar stool at the end of the bar, I can take two steps and I'm in front of my door.

Cassie had a couple of double rock glasses out ready for the ice. I sat the bucket on the bar and asked her, "What's your favorite poison?"

"What'cha got?" she inquired.

"Let's see, ahhh." I opened the door to the liquor cabinet that had racks of those little booze bottles like the kind they serve on airline flights. "We have Johnny Red, Chevis, JD, Beam, Comfort, CC, some 'whadka' (vodka), some 'Tank-array' (Tanquerary) ..."

"I'll take a Johnny Red." interrupted Cassie.

I ejected two bottles of Johnny Red out of the rack which had a mechanism that sends a signal to the front desk to bill me for them and handed them to Cassie. She twisted the tops off of both bottles and poured them into the glasses at the same time.

"With water or on the rocks?" she asked.

"On the rocks, please."

She said, "Great." and pointed to the floor on the path from the bar to the couch. I laid down on the floor in the prone position again facing her. She giggled as she trodded down my back and legs with those wonderful boots toward the sofa. I heard her say, "Damn, I forgot my drink!" She trodded back up my back toward the bar, snatched her glass and trodded down my back a little more aggressively. I heard her ask, "Did you want me to bring your glass?"

"Sure." I answered in anticipation of the fact that I was going to be trod on again at least two more times. She walked up my back over to the bar. When she stepped off of me she was swinging her hips as she approached the bar, The trampling coupled with watching her motions and her heels sinking into the plush carpet as she walked really got me off. She grabbed my glass and walked back down my back.

I started to get up and join her when she said, "We need some napkins." I collapsed back down on the floor just in time to get trod on again. She stopped and stood on my back right below my shoulder blades. "Mmmmm where are those napkins? Ah, I see them." She stepped off of me, got the napkins which gave me the chance to see her model again and then, tramped back down my back and sat down. I remained down on the floor. She got back up and jumped right on top of my buns. I had a fully developed erection at that time and I could feel her weight on it as she stood on me. She was thrusting even more weight on me as she said, "Why don't you join me or do you need an engraved invitation?"

Before she got off of me she jumped up and stomped down on my buns with both feet - hard. "Nice!" I muttered. She sat down on the sofa and I got up and joined her.

We each picked up our glasses and instinctively said, "Cheers!" to each other and then we both broke-off into that "school-kid" giggle again. We tinked our glasses together and took a sip.

She looked down and saw this gaping bulge in my pants and almost coughed up her second sip. She sat her glass down reached out and squeezed it through my pants. She told me to lie down on my back, so I got up and laid down in front of the coffee table. She got up, walked up to me and just stood there with her hands on her hips. The anticipation of what she was going to do was really sprucing-up my voltage.

Cassie raised her left foot and started jabbing my manhood with the heel of her boot. It was ready! She planted her heel squarely on it and stepped up and over. She turned around and did it again. This time, when she stepped up, she thrusted down some weight before stepping over. When she went over a third time, she thrusted herself twice. Oh, I was loving every minute of it! On the fourth trip, she balanced herself on one heel and started thrusting herself continuously. God, I was approaching critical mass and watching the muscles in her thighs flex with each thrust was art in motion.

All of a sudden she lost her balance and started to fall. She instinctively stepped out to the side and landed on my chest before stumbling off of me. At first, she was terrified that she might have hurt me but, I got up smiling and gave her a hug and helped her onto the couch. She breathed a sigh of relief as I gave her her glass. We tinked glasses again and took a sip.

I had my research notes in a leather portfolio on the coffee table. She motioned toward it as I shook my head, "Yes." She opened it up and read some of my notes.

"Wow! You're doing research on Marie Laveau!

"Do you know much about her?" I asked her.

"Oh, yeah! Everybody from Nawlins knows about her. She was a legend when she was still alive and is even more so nowadays. People still believe that she can make things happen even from beyond the grave."

"Wow, you do know a lot! Do you mind if I record this?" I asked.

"Sure."

I broke out my micro cassette machine, punched "record" and sat it down on the table.

Cassie went on, "She is both the most feared and the most admired woman in history - rather, the most feared and the admired person in history. She had a good heart and was always willing to help people with their problems. She would cast spells for them and their problems would go away. She despised people who would use their powers to harm people or to do evil whether it is black magic or the kind of power that comes from Government. They say that if someone feared Marie, you can bet that they were evil, or corrupt, or something like that." Cassie paused a bit and then asked me, "Are you writing a story about Voodoo?"

"Well actually, I'm writing an adventure epic called "The Web They Weave" and a lot of it has to do with conspiracy theories, coverups, and corruption throughout history and how it parallels with what's happening here in present time. The reason I'm researching Marie Laveau is because I'm writing a chapter that deals with a clandestine meeting between her and President John Quincy Adams in 1827. Adams hoped to use her 'powers' in order to defeat Andrew Jackson in the 1828 election, but it backfired."

"Oh, yeah! exclaimed Cassie, "Marie Laveau was a great admirer of Andrew Jackson. He kept the Brits from torching Nawlins like what they did to Washington, D. C. Marie would have never used her powers for such selfish ends; besides, she would never use her powers to work against or harm anyone unless..."

The conversation was interrupted by a loud "click" as the tape machine ran out of tape.

"I met this elderly lady in Algiers yesterday who was supposed to be of a direct line of mentors from Marie and she told me some inside stories about her, especially about that meeting with President Adams." I told her.

"You went to Algiers! Woah! I hope you had a gris-gris bag with you." (pronounced 'gree gree')

I jumped up off the couch and ran up stairs, grabbed my gris-gris bag, and went back down and showed it to her. I held it up in a "Ta-Daaaaa" fashion. Cassie grabbed her purse, opened it and took hers out and showed it to me. "Well I'll be dipped in shit." I exclaimed as I shook my bag and muttered some voodoo-sounding incantations. Cassie started cracking up.

"How did you get connected to this woman in Algiers?" asked Cassie. "Nobody in their right mind goes to Algiers; especially tourists. You might wind-up being the lamb in a sacrifice - or rolled!"

"Yeah, that's what my travel agent said." I mentioned, "That and also not to venture in that part of the Quarter North West of Bourbon St.; away from the river. It was when I came across this voodoo botanica in the not so touristy part of the Quarter is where my Algiers connection and my gris-gris bag came from."

"Well, tell me about it" urged Cassie.

"You aren't going to believe this." I told her.

"Believe what?"

"I was trampled by this girl in the process."

"Naw! Really?"

"Yeah, It was part of some kind of ceremonial dance ritual."

"Well, Tell me about it! It sounds like something I'd like to try."

"I would like that, too." I told her as she started grinning from ear to ear. "Here's what happened..."

To be continued...

Next story: "Voodoo Trample"

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