Havoc loved L.A., he
decided. Everyone pretended to be someone else and they had delicious, greedy
wishes to keep him busy. Finding playthings was easier than it had been with
the royals…with no consequences. Tonight he’d just been cruising, seeing what mischief
was out and about.
When he saw the
pretty girl exit the bar and walk towards him, he almost let her pass.
Obviously, she wouldn’t wish for beauty. At first, he thought she’d found her
riches and would not need money. He glanced down and noticed the slightly worn
heel on her shoe. ‘An actress.’ Havoc was excited. He loved playing with them.
Would she want a lead role in a movie? Oh, the things he could make her do for
the part…or the lead role he could get her to play.
The dark thoughts
had Havoc already hardening as she sat next to him. When she dismissed her
friend so rudely, he almost trembled with her cruelty. His mind flashed on the
sorceress and his cock swelled more. It took control to keep his voice steady.
“So, Amy, what brings you to L.A.?”
“I’m an actress.
What do you do, Havoc?”
Havoc almost laughed
at her attempt at wide eyed innocence. The scheming behind those eyes was
evident to him. “I grant wishes.”
Amy thought about
the strange answer. “You grant wishes? What do you mean?”
“Think of me as a
rich purveyor of wishes. I like to help people realize their greatest desire.”
The young woman
laughed. “Really, well aren’t you generous.”
He moved closer and
bent down inches from her face. He gazed into her blue eyes. “If you had one
wish, only one, what would it be?”
Amy found herself
actually considering his question. Her immediate reaction was to say she wanted
to be an actress. It stalled on her lips as she found herself wondering if she
would end up in commercials that way. If she said a lead actress, she could end
up doing a lousy job and never hired again. If she said a good lead actress…all
of it seemed like it could trap her.
Why was this so
difficult? It didn’t really make a difference what she answered. It was just
polite conversation, wasn’t it? She found herself weighing her options even
more carefully. Ultimately, she wanted fame and money. He said she could only
have one wish. Well, fame didn’t necessarily mean money, but money could always
buy fame.
“To make lots of
money, I guess. Sorry to disappoint you. I’m not selfless enough to wish for
world peace,” she laughed.
“Your wish would be
to make lots of money?” Havoc was thrilled. Oh, this would be fun.
“Yes, I figure that
would take care of everything else.”
“Well thought out.”
Havoc placed his hand on hers and stared into her eyes. “You, Amy, shall make
lots of money.”
Amy laughed
nervously at the joke. “Well, Havoc, thank you. It will be nice for a change.
When, exactly, will this happen? My rent is due in two days, and if I’m going
to be able to change my living standards, I’d just a soon save the cash.”
Havoc was delighted.
Such an anxious little pet. He leaned forward and confided, “I wouldn’t hurry
to waste that cash, Amy. I see your living arrangements changing quickly.” He
sat straighter to release the confining strain on his crotch. “Tonight, if you’d
like. I can arrange the audition immediately.”
Amy’s ears picked up
on that one. “An audition?” ‘Oh god, maybe this guy has connections.’
She’d read the trade magazines and knew people caught breaks in unusual
situations. This was her chance…she just knew this man would change her life.
Havoc smiled.
“Absolutely. You never said you wanted the money with no strings, my pet. You
simply wished to make lots of money. I‘m afraid you will have to earn it. Your
wish does guarantee success, however.” Havoc couldn’t remember when he’d begun
using the sorceress’ term for endearment for his playthings. The more he used
the term, the more aroused he became. “Come, I can take you now.”
Havoc’s enchantment
wrapped around Amy, alleviating any concerns she might have about leaving with
the unusual man. She was sure this was her opportunity.
Penny watched her
friend get up from the bar with the tall, handsome man. “He’s weird, Mark. I
mean, Amy was looking at him like there was no one else in the place.”
“I say good luck to
him with that spoiled brat,” Mark muttered. He poured them each another beer as
Amy and Havoc left the bar.
They walked back to
his sports car and he opened the door for her. “Isn’t this exciting?” Havoc was
trying to control his overwhelming delight with his discovery.
“It will be if it
works out…and if I pass the audition.” Amy was beginning to feel his
excitement. She was convincing herself that this was her big break. The car
pulled away from the curb.
They drove in
silence. Once in awhile, Havoc would reach over and squeeze Amy’s hand. At
first, she thought it was odd, and that he was just very happy for her.
Eventually, she began looking forward to the touches. She hadn’t realized he
was stroking the enchantment into her. By the time they pulled up in
front of the exclusive club, she was under his control. Until he left her, she
would believe everything that was happening was part of her wish.
Havoc parked and led
her to “The Masters‘ Dungeon“, a BDSM club for the wealthy and well connected.
He had an arrangement with the owners. In exchange for new talent, Havoc was
whipped and aroused by his choice of talented Mistresses. His cock was already
hard thinking of his payment for Amy.
He guided her to the
office to the left of the front door. Amy felt brief concern at the location of
the audition. Havoc placed a hand on the small of her back, and the enchantment
calmed her suspicions. She was led into a large room with a sofa, bar and
assorted contraptions Amy couldn’t distinguish. It wasn’t important, she
decided.
Across the room,
another door opened and a tall man in black leather pants and boots came in.
Amy saw his dark hair swinging loose well past his shoulders across a tanned,
muscular back. She thought he must work out a lot to have biceps that size. His
dark eyes smiled at her with an amused gleam. Amy noticed they weren’t as black
as Havoc’s, but they were still very dark. He rubbed his hands together.
“Well, Havoc, what have you brought us tonight?”
“This is my pet,
Amy,” he grinned. “Amy, this is the Master.”
It was an unusual
introduction, but as Havoc’s hand continued to gently stroke her back, Amy
dismissed the thought before it could register. “I see, and what is your
pet’s wish?” The man walked to the bar and poured two drinks. He handed
one to Havoc and Amy watched in silence.
She felt weirdly
detached. It even seemed okay that this other man knew she’d made a wish. If
anything, it only confirmed her feelings that this was her break and her dreams
would come true. Havoc stood behind her and put his hands on her
shoulders. “Amy wishes to make lots of money,” Havoc announced proudly.
“Those were her
terms?”
“Verbatim.” Havoc
smiled at his brother. “Can it be arranged?”
It had taken him a
long time to find Ambition and Knowledge. After the sorceress was destroyed,
the brothers searched for Havoc, but they had no idea what the magi had done
with him. Reluctantly, they left the castle. They discovered that after years
of the sorceress’ tortures, the men preferred the other side of the sexual
enticement.
When Havoc finally
found them, they realized he was even more irrational than before. Still, he
was their brother. They devised the wishes that would benefit them all, and
made sure Havoc earned his chance with the mistresses. He’d been denied for so
long and still felt his pleasure through their torments. They had plenty of
female patrons who could keep their brother pacified.
They remembered the
troubles Havoc had caused the sorceress, and it took some thought to keep
themselves safe from his miscalculated judgment. The brothers decided only
Ambition and Knowledge would actually grant the wishes. Havoc was given free
reign to supply the subjects, and it seemed to keep him happy.
Ambition drew out
the moment and gave Havoc the reserved look that caused his chaotic brother
such delicious discomfort. He waited until the torment of his silence as he
pretended to consider whether or not the wish was worth fulfilling had Havoc’s
cock straining at his pants and finally said, “I believe we will be able to
accommodate your pet. Let’s get a look at her and we can decide on your
payment.”
Havoc’s relief was
palpable as the breath he was holding, rushed from his lungs. Trying to curb
his excitement, he sat on the couch and said calmly, “Amy, my pet, remove your
clothes for the Master.”
Ambition rolled his
eyes at his brother. “A little less enchantment, perhaps? I need to see if the
pet knows fear. She’s useless to me with that sappy grin on her face.” Ambition
watched the girl’s eyes.
Havoc pulled back
his spell to a degree that his pet would follow instructions, though not so
willingly. Amy felt her foggy head clear. She looked around the room as if
seeing things for the first time. The contraptions still made no sense to her,
but the aura in the room and from the two men was sinister. Her eyes
widened. “I don’t think this is the type of role I’d like to audition for,” she
said softly.
“Nonsense.” Havoc
tried to dismiss her uneasiness without disobeying his brother by using
enchantment again. “You have a wish, and I will fulfill it.”
“No, I think I want
to leave, now.” She started to back towards the door.
Havoc began to panic
and said quickly, “We have an agreement, my pet. You made your wish, and now I
will grant it. I’m holding up my part of our bargain,” he reasoned. “We agreed
you would work to make the money.”
“Enough talk about
the damn agreement. Strip!” Ambition ordered.
