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The Sorcerer
By
Camincha
His closeness. The maleness Paul emanated reminded Maritza of her longings. Thoughts of David intruded. Of how it felt talking about it - for the first time - to Flor, a week ago at their monthly dinner at
LA PIÑATA, David and I, we aren't seeing each other, I love him so. Image of dreaded Project Supervisor intruded, my mid year raise has been denied. I’ve had to work a lot of overtime.
The world agreed with her. The fog encircled by the street lamp formed an eerie halo in front of the restaurant’s window. The evenly spaced elm trees looked lonely. Their branches seemed to be trying to touch, to close the space, to hug each other.
So with some it was love, others loneliness. And Project Supervisor intruded again. His bulkiness going around the floor talking out loud, laughing after a project had been successfully completed: This is a wet dream come true! Project Supervisor who got his pilot's license so with his cronies could fly to Nevada to spend the weekend at
The Mustang Ranch where they bought what their wives didn't want to put out for them. What was it with him?
Most Friday afternoons everyone on the 13th floor could hear Project Supervisor talking to wife, Oh, no, no, my honey. No. No. You know I wouldn't be doing this if not - lowering his voice - if not because the Old Man insists on playing golf there. Can't say no to the boss honey bunny. When I get back you can tell me all about your weekend shopping with the girls. Love you too. Bye.
And Maritza listening to his lies during her PROGRESS REVIEW meeting: the company isn't doing well. And she knew the other women in her Division were going through the same shit: So no raise.
THIS COMPANY... ? Maritza had asked. They both knew that THIS COMPANY had just been listed in
Esquire as the most successful in the United States of America, THIS COMPANY? Maritza had pressed on.
And in that midst of her ordeal she had wondered, how does this old man do it? Maybe he doesn't! And the women, so long as they get paid…they are probably glad he can't. Maritza had tried hard not to laugh out loud. Does he call them honey bunny? Honey bunny ohohoh! Honey bunny open up ohohoh honey...
YES,I’M PAUL. I know, Elsa sent you.
Maritza started to pull her hand away, but he held it tight in both of his. They felt like oven mittens right after taking a big hot pie from the oven. His smile broadened. He opened his arms and enveloped her, then turned to lead the way.
Paul was portentous. His back covered her view of the bright day outside complete with Golden Gate Bridge, ocean breeze, trees, flowers, good looking guys, feminine forms revealed in summer attires. The kind of day that movies are made of so the world will think, Oh yes, San Francisco, always sunny in California. She had thought it a good omen.
He handed her a cup of coffee. They sat in a sofa full of pillows. The flaps and folds of his body rearranged themselves as Paul, the
brujo, the sorcerer moved close to her or got up to better express his anger as he listened to her story.
AFTER A WHILE she wasn't just telling the brujo about her negative current work situation, she was confiding in him, Paul, her most intimate thoughts, fears longings.
You have been under a lot of pressure, his voice soft in her ears. You poor baby.
The address Elsa had given her was Chestnut near Jones in the Marina. She had decided to take the Cable Car from downtown, make her Tuesday into a holiday. THE COMPANY, PROJECT SUPERVISOR intruded, they tell me I'm so bad already, what do I care? She laughed.
Welcoming her the sorcerer had looked at her from his six plus height with kind smiling green eyes, like bright Christmas bulbs blinking at the bottom of the fat folds on his face. He guided her into the room. Before following him she dropped her 25 in the basket that read: DONATIONS. Money. And my raise denied, she thought.
Oh, there, there, relax. His warm soft hands massaged her shoulders, shoulder blades, her spine. Salty tears ran down her face. Laughter gurgled in her throat. She felt warm like when in a cold winter day
mamacita made her a cup of hot, foamy café con leche. Her toes tingled, the hot steam expanding in her lungs, rising through her nostrils. Slowly the world was being set right. Her longings, fears started to lift from her. She was walking in a scented garden through soft veils of light.
No wonder, is all true, she thought, remembering dinner at LA PIÑATA, how Elsa and the others had praised him. Especially Elsa: this
brujo, this sorcerer, his name is Paul, if anyone can, he can tell you when this negative spell will end. He will help you. Maritza dared to hope and let herself enjoy the sensuous scents of the restaurant floating around her. The scent of pungent herbs, strong mixed flavors of meats and spices, of fruits and fresh baked breads, and tortillas.
THE TAROT DECK of oversized cards that Paul spread on the table in front of her shone with bright reds, greens, gold mesmerizing her in a pageant of color. HOPE was triumphant after a struggle. And there was JUSTICE in a robe of different tones of gold, as in a ripe lemon, an ancient gold coin, pungent mustard, a puppy flower when touched by the sun.
Make yourself comfortable Paul motioned to Maritza. Maritza stretched out on the sofa. He placed a pillow under her head... So maybe, just maybe she would be able to forget her mantra:
There is a recession going on. I do need this job. Please, tell me this is going to end. If someone could tell me that, I could find the strength....
She closed her eyes to better visualize the future events to be brought about in her behalf by HOPE and JUSTICE. Maritza was so relaxed.
He took her hand and never let go.
She didn't mind. Paul, this brujo, this sorcerer was the first man in a long time to offer her HOPE and JUSTICE. His voice reached her in the beautiful garden where she had found refuge.
MARITZA WAS LIGHT as a feather when Paul picked her up with those arms like medium size tree branches. She kept her eyes closed enjoying the sensation of lightness. He laid her down on a soft warm scented surface carefully, lovingly as if she were a china doll. Paul took off her shoes, unbuckled the belt at her waist, her blouse came undone. He caressed her breasts. His breath on her face made her blush.
She enjoyed his lips as they traveled from her mouth to her breasts, to her nipples, to her navel and down. The thrills, a tickle, a short electrical current, the moistness, the momentary coldness as they left one spot on her body for another. How full, what a jungle, he chuckled softly and kissed her again, separating the lips with his tongue that felt moist, warm, thick inside her vagina.
David always wanted me to move this way, that way, rub it, rub it, hold it. Always had to work for it. Give pleasure to the guy first.
Maritza purred her pleasure. Maritza moaned her appreciation when Paul finally penetrated her. His body a warm soft, fragrant blanket comforting her. She roared, grabbed on to him. Hugged his hips with her legs holding to the edge of his thighs and rocked herself feeling as care free as in the summers of her childhood playing in the swings of her hometown park.
Paul extended his right arm to the night table and chose a small jar. Separating her buttocks his finger penetrated her. A most delicious sensation, warm, poignant infiltrated her while he expanded inside her vagina. Behind the veil of her eyelids colorful fire crackers exploded and HOPE and JUSTICE in bright red, green, blue and gold danced for her. Maritza felt appreciated, satiated. HOPE and JUSTICE had never seemed so promising. She shouted. He murmured, soothed, licked her throat, earlobes, gently pushed his tongue into her ears. Paul’s moans mixed with hers.
Oh! you'rrr great, marvelous, she murmured.
You inspired me, the sorcerer said kissing her left nipple....
THE FOLLOWING MONTH Maritza arrived promptly for their meeting at LA
PIÑATA. The other women were already there. Elsa signaled to her that she had saved her a seat and helped her take off her jacket. Well? Elsa repeated, well? then,
bueno el brujo, no?
Oh, him? Maritza said. A smile crossed her lips in spite of herself. She averted Elsa's eyes. Her smile expanded and her lips pursed to one side trying to control it. Yeah, he was, he was good. Then added, turning to face Elsa, very good. And froze. Elsa was smiling. Her smile expanded and her lips pursed to one side trying....
Copyright ©
2003 Camincha
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