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The Magic Pencils	By : christinaboone Category: BtVS AU/AR > General Views: 30225 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cordelia flicked back her hair as she strode confidently along the spotless hallways of Sunnydale High as the school started to bustle with mundane activity, hi-fiving sexually impaired jocks, teeth grinding teachers who prayed not to be subject to a random drugs test and acne spattered mathletes all made way to class. Her thin heels rang out soundly as she checked her Gaultier watch, a sweet sixteenth present from her all too absent father, and shrugged for her lack of punctuality was of little consequence to her.
She still felt her anger over Xander’s betrayal, though she felt for him it could never be classed as love, more of a warm tolerance. Her rigid heterosexuality had sometimes veered into the realm of homophobia and as such she had been welcomed into the Republican run social circles she and her family had always dreamed of but there still sat a gnawing emptiness to her.
A void she could never seem to fill.
Pausing to smooth her blue dress down she still felt the annoyance of having to wear this one and not the red Vera Wang she had wanted to.
'Damn that Isabella. Can't that stupid wetback of a maid get anything right. I don't care if she wasn't meant to work today just because it's her birthday. I come first and it's about time she learnt that I can do whatever the hell I like. She's just a penniless maid after all, we shouldn't even let filthy dykes like her into the country, worthless bitch The fact that she’s forty, fat and fugly is just another mark against her’
Opening the creaking doors of the library she called out to the empty room, "Giles?"
"Sorry Queen C, but Giles couldn't make it."
Cordelia stopped dead in her affluent tracks.
It was Faith.
Cordelia couldn't believe that she would have the nerve to come here of all places, the very den of the Scoobs. Willow had given Faith's address to Buffy so she could go and face her but with only the east coast Slayer standing in the library Cordelia feared the worst and the repercussions it would entail.
"Faith! What do you want....w..what have you done to Giles", she yelled at the other curvaceous brunette.
"Chill Queenie, I haven't done anything'" she replied unflustered smoothing out the turned back cuffs of her blue satin blouse.
"Like I'm ever going to believe the word of someone like you!", Cordelia snapped back as she dropped her gleaming leather bag to the floor and began to summon the courage she would need in order to confront Faith. She knew she was no match physically for her but she still had her wicked put downs which she had often fired at the other brunette but without back up Cordelia would have to fend for herself.
"I know about the plan, Cor. The one to get rid of me, your idea was it?"
"N....n..no, it was the Council's. Wesley and Giles have been reporting to them and they ordered the Slayer to take you down, we just agreed with it….b-but we just wanted you gone, not dead. I swear"
"Hang on….THE Slayer? The minute Buffy died she stopped being THE Slayer, I was the last one called, the Slayer line runs through me. I'm THE Slayer, Buffy is just a mistake", Faith said honestly.
"I don't care what you say, to us Buffy will always be the Slayer, you're just nothing", Miss Chase retorted casting aside any truths that Faiths words carried with them.
"Hey, what do we mean WE agreed to the plan?", snapped Faith as her head span round making her high ponytail whip across with a soft lash.
"We.....me, Buffy, Willow, Xander, all of us. We went to Buffy's house to arrange it, Mrs Summers made us cookies too", she mentioned casually.
"Let me get this right, you were planning my murder.......during a goddamn tea party!?", Faith snapped back as she finished toying with the silver plated cufflinks and set her venomous gaze towards Cordelia.
"So? I don't care about you, you came here and made the place look bad, you're meant to be a Slayer and you just look like you only appeared because someone said your name three times into a mirror .....well you used to. What happened to you? I thought you were all charity shop chic, are you sick or something? Well I know you’re sick but…when did you get all preppie?", asked Cordelia as she suddenly took in Faith’s appearance from smart blouse to well pressed pants, with the hint of open toed heels hiding behind the firm hems.
"Nieman Marcus, got an account now baby. But look….. Cordelia, this is getting us nowhere, y'see there's this mystic thing going down and I need help" said Faith in mock innocence.
"Why don't you ask Willow?"
"'Cos she isn't here yet, don't worry, I'll get round to her, but I do need your help", Faith asked as her patience was beginning to wear thin with this rich girl whose long legs still felt the slight stinging wisps of an early morning waxing.
"And why in Versace's name should I help a slut like you?"
"Oh Queenie, that hurt," she said putting her hands over her heart feigning her anguish, "I’ve always been meaning to ask, what’s with your whole Uber Bitchy thing anyways? Still pissed at being in the closet?”
“W-what? I am so not s-some d-dyke”, stammered Cordelia as the faint hint of a blush infused her cheeks.
“Oh really? Tell me, when all that crap went down with Xander and Willow, what hurt you most? The fact that Xander betrayed you like that….or the fact that he got it on with Willow….and not you”, smirked Faith as she strutted round the expensively attired woman and flicked at her salon fresh hair.
“Oh you are so….get off, bitch”, squeaked Cordelia as she felt the warm hands of the Slayer slide around her waist.
“Man, you are so repressed. No wonder you are such a homophobe, you hate yourself for feeling what you do. Come on Queenie, when me and B were sparring and getting all hot and sweaty, you never once thought about us showering after?”
“I….oh…j-just fuck off”, she snarled back as she shoved Faith away for no-one had ever even suggested such notions lay within her heart. A heart smothered with the heavy shroud of denial.
“Hey,I just read people, it’s not my fault you finger yourself thinking of Rachael Leigh Cook”
“Tara Reid actu…oh….I….leave me alone you fucking asshole”, snapped Cordelia as she felt her skin flush quickly. She grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder and hauled her head into its haughty position, nose high in the air and breasts thrust forward as if she was the epitome of authority.
“Ok, then, maybe I was wrong. Hey, nice nails…..are they French polished?”
“Well d’uh”
“I was just asking……but how appropriate”, said the Slayer with dimpled cheeks flexing well.
“What the hell are you going on about?”
“It doesn’t matter. But I do need your help Cor, it’s not just for me…but it’s about B too. Come on girlfriend, she needs you now…we all do. There’s some seriously heavy stuff about to go down, I found this”
Faith threw a neatly folded piece of paper on the library table and Cordelia crossed the room to pick it up as her thin heels clacked harshly on the floor. Looking at it in confusion she had not the time to let the drawing she saw sink in before she heard but one word.
"Yagsigicam!"
The jagged flash of light faded away as Cordelia's fleeting bewilderment rescinded. She put a hand to her head as she looked around trying to regain her composure as she was not used to the effects of magic.
Her brows crossed as she felt a strange smooth swish across her skin, pulling her hand away she could see her arm, from above the tennis elbow to the tips of her nails, clad in shining and tight black latex clinging to her like a second skin.
“Huh?”, she asked aloud as her head snapped up to see her new surroundings. She gasped in horror as her pupils bulged with the sight of a dingy motel room, coffee cup rings on the table held together with duct tape, cobwebs stretching out like silver stranded drapes, crusting condoms of raspberry flavor and a veritable rainbow of stains on the thin sheets.
Looking up she saw Faith no longer wearing her smart clothing but a white strapless minidress showing off the long and well-toned legs that Cordelia had never seen before. The Slayer turned in the mirror and her curls of dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, golden sequins ran down the seams of the dress and the strappy heels made her look voluptuous.
"Heya Queenie, I mean ‘Conchita’, like the room? It's the one you never saw 'cos you never gave a damn about me. I guess you'll be seeing a lot of it from now on, well the ceiling of it anyway" Faith said with a hint of glee."Your plan to get rid of me? Let's just say that payback's a bitch...........and now you're mine"
'Huh? What the fuck are you talking about...and just who is Conchita?', Cordelia thought to herself but seemed unable to voice her musings.
Faith took a step towards the other brunette and briefly explained about the pencils, and why Cordelia could no longer do anything of her own free will.
"You always wanted to be little Miss thang didn't ya. Treating everyone like we were beneath you, like we were the lowest kind of crap you wouldn't even bother to scrape off your five hundred dollar shoes. Well, things have changed now baby, don't believe this is real? Take a look Quee....sorry....Conchita".
Cordelia turned to face the mirror and saw herself now with a slight Hispanic tan, which suited her well, wearing a very short and tight latex French Maid's uniform with molded lace running along the high shouldered cuffs and low cut decolletage which forced her now larger breasts forward making them look like two space hoppers trying to escape from a plastic prison. Heavily applied eyeshadow with thick slutty red lipstick adorned her face making her look cheaper than the room she now found herself in. A dainty headpiece now sat on top of her neat French braid, a thin leather collar lined with ruffles, seamed stockings and tottering shiny heels completed the facade. A thin gold necklace hung from her neck which indeed read the name 'Conchita'.
"When I was stuck in this pit I always wanted a sexy latina to come by and clean my room......then beg me to nail her", Faith declared casually, "So I made you into one, and that's your new name. Do you like it Conchita?"
"S..s....si Senorita", Cordelia replied and gave a little curtsy, the latex covering her body creaking as she moved.
The now domesticated spoilt brat was shocked that she had just performed such a simple gesture of submission without question. She wanted to tell Faith to fuck off and sew herself into the anus of a camel but she was at the mercy of the Bostonian's desires and could not retaliate without express permission.
"Now get to work bitch", Faith ordered as she returned her attentions to the mirror, her reflection caused a smile to blossom of her face for she had never thought how she could look if she swapped wardrobes with Cordelia.
"Si Senorita", Cordelia said back and gave another little curtsy, shocked that she could only speak Spanish now.
“Heh, this isn’t so bad. So what do you think, Conchita? Pretty hot right?”, asked Faith motioning towards her svelte figure in the expensive dress which came to mid thigh and the soft sparkle of her diamond pendant on a thin silver chain.
“S-si Senorita”
Faith relaxed in the tattered chair as the Cordelia busied herself with her feather duster cleaning all the surfaces as she minced around on her impossibly high heels smiling wide even though Faith could see that, behind her eyes, she was screaming in humiliation at acting like this. She bent over keeping her legs arrow straight as she brushed the dust off of the coffee table which made her uniform ride up exposing the red latex thong that hugged her womanly areas which glistened with an unknown desire.
After all, Cordelia had a maid all her life and saw her as nothing but a disposable creature. Not a person, merely someone to look down upon and verbally abuse and humiliate.
What goes around comes around......
"You like doing this don't you, Conchita? You love cleaning up my filth and being a good girl for me, don’t you?" The Bean-town native said with complete authority already knowing the simple answer.
"Si Senorita", Cordelia said humbly with another quickly bobbed curtsy as her sweet ass swung teasingly in the air. Deep down Miss Chase felt the burn of shame at each degrading motion but she could nothing to stop as the dim light of the room caught every long stretch of shining latex and flared brightly.
"I found out if you write some stuff on the picture I can control everything you think and say too, that's why you can't say 'no', or 'get screwed' or anything. Just 'Si Senorita' or 'Si Senor'. Right or wrong?", Faith quizzed.
"S..S..Si Senorita", was Cordelia's reply even though she tried so hard to say something else, anything else.
Faith chuckled at the utter compliance that the former Queen of Sunnydale High now acted with, which only made her own arousal grow even stronger and threaten to moisten her silken underwear which hugged her ass well.
"Bathroom. Now!", the Slayer commanded sharply and had to stifle a giggle as her new maid wobbled her dainty way over as instructed. The pencil thin heels carried Cordelia along as the new maids shoulders now slumped and her head remained bowed with her eyes unable to wrench free of the carpet.
Faith put her fingers under Cordelia’s chin and raised it until their gazes locked, "You want to lick my pussy don't you, slut?"
"S-si, Senorita", came the meek reply.
"Well I’m afraid you’re going to have to earn it so I’m just going to sit here while I watch you working and if you do a good enough job then……eww, but I’m not going to sit on that, it's filthy........ so clean it. A tongue is a muscle and all muscles need warming up before the big show", sneered Faith as she pointed to the cracked formica seat.
Cordelia looked down to the toilet and though she struggled with all her might she couldn't help but fall to her knees and crawl over to the porcelain throne. Lowering her head she stuck out her slightly pointy tongue and started to take long, slow licks of the toilet seat encrusted with who knows what. Long wet strokes ran around the cheap seat but she could not stop her enthusiasm for obeying each and every command to come her way, but she hated it. Sure, she hated the burning humiliation, she hated the vile tastes sweeping over her tongue, but more than that…… she hated how wet she was getting by complying with the whims of sexy young woman.
Faith sat on the edge of the bath so she could get a better look and had to bite her soft red lip to stop herself from laughing at Cordelia's new found degradation, but when she heard her new maid gagging on the stains of the seat she fell against the wall holding her flinching stomach as the hilarity coursed through her body. Tears slipped from her dark brown eyes as 'Conchita' got to work, her tongue slurping every pungent, stale drop of urine and cum that had been spilled on the cracked plastic loop by unknown sources.
"That'll do pig, I mean, Conchita", Faith giggled as she inspected the now sparkling toilet seat, “You’ve earned a point there, haven’t decided how many it’ll take you to earn the privilege of licking me out but we’ve got all the time in the world. Now come along, girl”, Faith said in lush earthy tones.
"Si Senorita", Cordelia replied across her filthy tongue and crawled out on all fours after Faith, her eyes not leaving the buffed heels of the Slayer as her uniform squeaked and echoed around the dingy room.
“Sorry girl, we have no hoover her so you better use the dustpan and brush”, tittered Faith as she used her pointed shoe to move it in front of the simpering maid.
“Si Senorita”
Cordelia took the brush and began scraping along the carpet which was peppered with cigarette butts, Cheetos crumbs and burned foil from the last tenant who ran out of needles. Scraping away she felt smaller than ever possible but her pussy still dribbled in ways she never wished for, but as the maelstrom in her mind thundered on she felt her bright lips part as the handle of the feather duster was thrust sideways into her gaping maw which once held so many unwarranted insults.
“There, now you can dust and brush the carpet at the same time”, giggled Faith as her new maid struggled with the concept of multi-tasking as she swished her head around to dust the peeling paint of the skirting boards.
The Slayer ran her hands up the back of Cordelia's thighs along the perfectly straight seams of her stockings before caressing her carmel colored ass. Its toned mounds were just begging for attention and Faith could feel the heat of her maid’s pussy already as she ran a finger across her slit. Cordelia gasped as she basked in the glorious attention her private parts were receiving
"No need for the string slit snatcher", Faith said as she tore off Cordelia's thong, "I always believed that the pussy is a sacred thing, something to enjoy at your leisure, but you're not worth that pleasure are you? You want me to do you up the ass instead, don't you Conchita?"
"S..s....si.... Senorita" she whispered back and instinctively spread her legs with a whimper.
“Not this time girl, you haven’t earned it. But I have a little pluggy wuggy here, not that big. Only about four inches but pretty thick and each time your ass clenches around it it’ll grow and thicken in size, but then again you should be pretty accommodating as you’ve always had your head up your ass”, smirked Faith as she squeezed a little lube on it and pressed its nib to her puckering hole.
Cordelia squealed but her jagged breath bulged out her bountiful breasts as she felt the moulded ridges of the plug tickle her gloopy cavity as she giggled with the thrill of penetration, the thick rubber intruder parting her anal walls made her eyes flicker shut for though she was being degraded in ways she never thought possible Cordelia still hated the fact that her lips were curling into a whisper of a smile.
“C’mon girl, I’ve been to your house. Sure you weren’t there, probably pissing about with the Scoobs and betting bored witless by Giles, but I found the vibrator, and the butt plug, and all those girl-on-girl mags with the pages stuck together. Don’t tell me you have unexplored holes ‘cos I know better. You'll take this and you'll like it won't you slut", Faith barked out as her own pussy pulsated which each pathetic whimpering of her now willing tramp.
"S..Si S..Senoooriiittaaa" she drawled back.
"You're gonna be my maid and slut now aren't you?"
"Sii...S..S..Senor..r..rita", came the breathless response.
Faith continued to pound away at her, until now, unclaimed butthole forcing the solid monster further and further into Cordelia until she could near tickle her kidneys with it. Tears sprung from Cordelia's eyes as she felt this back door invader nestled deeper into her with each Slayer powered thrust but as she succumbed to every plunge she felt her throat redden and sore with her cries of ecstasy.
"You love it, dontcha bitch!", Faith shouted over the deep moans from her maid.
"S..S..Si S..S.SenoooriiiiiiiitaaAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!", was the gratified response as the pseudo phallus found the g-spot hidden in her moistened rear entrance.
That was all Faith needed, for this was about power not pleasure for the slayer had Buffy to give that to her 24/7. She smirked as she gripped Cordelia tight and said but one word.
"Yagsicigam".
They re-emerged in the library with a flash of light with Cordelia in her now permanent French Maid's uniform and Faith in her original clothes. The slayer pulled a stray hair from her blouse and unleashed her wide bore be-dimpled smile at the other girl and looked her in the eye. Conchita’s pupils dilated with submission but deep within the dark orbs there rang out a skin tingling silent scream of humiliation.
"Perfect", Faith smirked in victory as she looked at the beautiful lines of the drawing of the powerfully rich Cordelia Chase. Now only Conchita remained. Another slut for Faith to play with, or sell, or do whatever she felt like really as her life now belong to the brunette
The Slayer rolled up the drawing and slipped it into a long tube that once housed sour cream Pringles that would keep her picture in immaculate condition until she returned home. She clipped one end of a golden dog leash to Cordelia's thin leather choker and lead her through the now quiet hallways of the school and across the moribund quagmire that was the town as everyone they passed, whether they were businessman drunk from their long lunch or single mothers trying to swap food stamps for pot, whistled and laughed at the simpering servant who creaked in her latex uniform. Cordelia’s head hung low in servitude but the shame seared her very soul.
As they crossed onto Harper Street Faith made a quick phone call and smirked a little more as she slipped on her silver aviator shades and enjoyed the bliss of the warm morning sun as she pulled her new maid along behind her as if she were but a humble pet.
She paid no attention to the black town car across the street with tinted windows and its occupant who stared on at her with a virulent fusion of anger, pity and a touch of awe. As the wheel was gripped tighter in a knuckle cracking grasp the driver cursed for the battery in his cellphone was dead. Cold eyes watched her every move and snapped more photos as the woman in the back flipped through a brown Manila folder with the word ‘classified’ in bold red letters. She chewed on one arm of her horn rimmed glasses and smiled.
“Ma’am, do we follow her?”, the driver asked.
“No, we must get back and file our report”, she replied as the car slipped into drive and pulled away into the steady stream of anonymous traffic.
Within minutes, though to Cordelia it felt like the dragging of hours, she and Faith arrived at the dilapidated motel which looked exactly the same as the one in the picture and knocked on the battered door of the manager.
“Yeah, what?”, came the annoyed nicotine heavy rasp from behind the door.
Faith turned the loose door handle and walked in leaving her maid outside facing the wall like a chastised child.
“Hey Maurice”, grinned Faith as she looked around the office replete with peeling cracking paint on the walls and boxes of stolen Gatorade piling up in one corner.
“I know you, you were in room twenty seven. Hey you owe me ninety bucks for the room”, he snorted as picked at the scabs on his elbow.
“I know, how about a trade? How do you feel about having a maid for the next couple of days, to clean the rooms and do all the icky stuff that your other girls complain about?”, the slayer said as she leant forward on his desk.
“What? You? Hell yeah, if you…”
“Nuh-uh pal….Conchita!”, she called and the latex clad maid minced into the office and dropped a short curtsy before the balding man whose stomach bloated over his stone washed jeans peppered with hot rock burns.
“Oh sweet ghost of Elvis”, the manager grunted as he felt a tenting in his pants.
“This is Conchita, she’ll work here for a while until my bill is paid. But there are rules, she has to wear this uniform and do the most degrading jobs you can think of. Y’know, cleaning your guests shoes with her tongue, wiping up their crap, whatever you want. Oh, and spanking and giving oral is cool. I bet she’ll get a helluva lot of tips from what she’s going to do so all that will be taken off my bill, ok?”
“Oh hell yeah”, smiled the manager as he stood up but with once forceful push from the slayer he found himself flopping back into his chair.
“But if anyone so much as touches her pussy or her asshole, then I will personally tear my pound of flesh from you! She’s here to work, not to be your whore. I’m holding you responsible and I got the Mayor and his entire team of lawyers behind me so if you fuck with her….I will fuck with you. You’ll be serving twenty five to life within a week and be the fucktoy of some six-foot-eight, HIV ridden, Mexican transvestite in lockdown. You get me?”, she snarled, but as she did, Faith felt a knotting in her stomach. A wrenching deep in her bowels which made her eyes twitch, a churning sickness which erupted upon her foul language she seldom seemed to use these days.
“Y-yeah….loud and clear, ok?”, he said back with a strong gulp
“Good”, Faith smiled as the intense nausea faded away as quickly as it started and she picked up the maids schedule, “Ok Conchita, I know that old woman in seventeen would love to have you lick her corns every morning, oh and that fat dude with the bad wig in room five…well, with hearing like I have you can’t help but pick up on him caning hookers every Tuesday night during the re-runs of I Love Lucy. Sound good?”
"S-si Senorita”, replied Cordelia as her dread and humiliation coursed through her inner being as, much to her dismay, the very idea of such humiliations made her slit weep with excitement as the lady love mucus absorbed into the thin panties.
“Cool, so this guy’s going to be your owner for a day or two”, Faith nodded to the overweight man who just smiled at the squeaking maid.
Cordelia's heart cracked as just an hour ago her head was filled with dreams of L'Oreal sponsorship and Cosmopolitan cover deals, but now she was now resigned to a life of being a motel maid/pussypuppet for every sleazy deviant to slink into town. But her outer shell couldn’t be happier and her skin tingled with joy at being able to serve her Mistress with her efforts
“Don’t worry though Cor”, Faith whispered in her ear, “It won’t be for long, just until you’ve had a little taste of what it’s like to be the crap at the very bottom of society. Also, to learn how to use that tongue of yours to its full extent, and the more you clean and serve the more your plug will vibrate and heat up, but I know you’ll grow to love it. But I’ll be back soon as I have bigger plans for you. Xander really screwed you over didn’t he, really hurt you? Well, lets’ just say he’s soon going to know what it feels like to be humiliated on such a scale, and I want you there for that. When I find him that is”
“Si Senorita”, came the reply though it carried with it an underlying note of confusion.
"I'll be back in a day or two Conchita, have fun slut", the twisted artist mocked as she closed the door behind her sealing Cordelia to her fate.
Faith chuckled as she pulled a crumpled post-it note from her back pocket and scanned the list of names written in her distinctive penmanship.
"Oh, sorry", Faith said as she turned the corner bumped into a middle aged Latina woman, "Hang on, are you Isabella?"
"Si", came the unsure reply as the woman fumbled to put her coke bottle thick glasses back on the bridge of her wonky nose.
"Do you speak English?", inquired the Slayer hoping that she did as her own grasp of the latina tongue was feeble but, thanks to the Mayor’s study sessions, was progressing slowly.
"Si...I mean, yes"
"I'm Faith, I'm the one who called you. I just wanna say happy belated birthday, I hope you brought your camera.........your present is in the manager's office. Just tell Maurice that Faith sent you and you should go to room ten and have a little fun"
Isabella looked at Faith strangely but knocked on the manager’s door anyway. When she opened it her eyes bulged at what she saw. Turning to Faith she mouthed a quick 'Thankyou' and went into the office closing the door behind her.
"Now, who's next? Oh, yes......this is gonna be fun! But there’s no rush, I think I’ll swing past tomorrow", the slayer said as slipped her notepad from her back pocket and in between the doodles of Marvin The Martian and the extensive anagram list she clicked her pen into action and slid the thin line of ink across Cordelia’s name.
Faith headed back into town with a bound in her step and jaunty song on her lips, namely ‘Shitlist’ by L7.
‘When I get mad and I get pissed
I grab my pen and I write out a list
Of all you assholes that won’t be missed
I made my shitlist’
But as her bile rose with a subtle burn, in her heart, a much darker melody played.
Meanwhile, in the offices of Wolfram And Hart, Los Angeles

Lilah smoothed down the front of her pencil skirt and wished her hands were not so clammy for she had never been called into the office of a senior partner before and as her bony knuckles rapped on the solid wooden door she felt her throat drying rapidly.
“Come in”, came the deep bellow from inside and she opened the door stepping cautiously inside as one of the senior partners continued his conversation on the phone.
“….no, it will take a few more years to dumb down the public enough and erode their intelligence to find her a viable option……no I don’t care how well she can skin a moose. You entered a contract with us and now your child is of age we will be taking her to mould into a mindless puppet to do our bidding ….you can’t stop us, for she is ours Mr Palin”, said the gruffly voiced man as he hung up the phone.
“Y-you wished to see me, Sir?”, Lilah asked hesitantly as she peered into the darkness where rings of Cuban cigar smoke floated from.
“Ah yes, Lilah, do come in. Cigar?”
“No thankyou Sir”
“They’re good, rolled on the thighs of a virgin just before her sacrifice”, said the deep voice shrouding in shadow.
“No Sir, I-I’m alright”
“Very well, but come closer”
She stepped forward, her glossy black heels clacking on the floors until she stood in front of his desk hoping that her dry cleaner could get this much sweat out of her Alexander McQueen suit.
“This file you intercepted, is it true?”
“Yes Sir”
“Damn, the Seers were right.”, said the senior partner as his grey skin flickered with anger and concern.
“But with the Mayor of Sunnydale being one our oldest clients should we not be supporting him in his quest…Sir?”, Lilah said with a nervous lilt to her voice.
“Yes, but we have many clients here Lilah, all of them in perfect harmony and now the Mayor’s power has grown it has, as you may have surmised, made some of our more important clients very nervous as it has thrown their own plans into disarray. You see, we knew all about Richard Wilkins and his Ascension but the Seers could tell of his downfall at the hands of the old slayer, but now this new slayer has taken sides with him they have foreseen a new future. One that will seriously hamper our own plans as well as those of our friends at Fox News for at present we have a delicate ethnic balance in this world and if we fail then who knows what abhorrations will occur? Homosexual marriages maybe, a non-white leader of the nation even?”, scoffed the partner as the thick smooth smoke snaked from his cracked lips.
“B-but how should…”, she quipped back.
“Quiet Lilah. This new slayer has somehow captured the old slayer and her collection of miserly friends, and now there is nothing to stop Mr Wilkins from completing his plans. Chaos and purgatory have little allure to most of our clients for, as you know, they pay us well so they can hold onto their personal gain and power so we can all keep the masses obsequious and silent. For a hundred years Richard Wilkins has lined our pockets well to keep his position of authority, we’ve been ‘milking the cash cow’ as I once heard some beatnik describe it, but we were happy to keep accepting his money for we always knew he would fail. We have much more important clients than a simple Mayor, but if he goes through with his Ascension then a much grander plan falls to pieces. There is a much bigger picture here Lilah, and you have to put an end to him”
“Me?”
“Yes,you. We want you to go to Sunnydale and deliver an ultimatum, either forego the Ascension or there will be consequences. Grave consequences. For once he transforms there will be no way to keep our existence a secret anymore and the world will know of the extent of the supernatural and take up arms against us, it will be the war to end all wars and I fear we will not be on the winning side. He must fail or another much more important client will not succeed, and no it’s not Rupert Murdoch, Bono or Andrea Dworkin this time”
“I see, Sir”, replied Lilah in confusion.
“Sir, sorry to interrupt you have an important call on line one”, came the crackling voice of the secretary on the intercom.
“You may leave now Lilah but we are allowing you full access to everything at our disposal in order to rectify this problem, and if you fail……well you know what fate will await you”, the senior partner said with menace waiting for her to leave before picking up the phone, “Good afternoon Sir, I was just talking about you….no, we are on top of it…..trust me, Mr Wilkins will not succeed…..no Sir, once we have this situation contained we can proceed with our plan, we have every soul sucker and mind controlling fiend at our behest, fear not Mr Bush….by the end of the year your son will become President”
As Lilah stood in the slowly descending elevator she pulled out her phone from her shoulder clutch purse, her heart still pounding at the senior partner’s barely veiled threat. Her breath labored heavily in her breast as she knew she would have to call in a favor.
A big favor.
“Hello?”, came the shallow voice.
“It’s Lilah Morgan here…..it’s time”

(To Be Continued)
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