Morgana's Gift Pt. 08

"When I arrived here, I was still somewhat lost in my own head. I was struggling to find satisfying work, and I had almost no friends to balance my frustrations over the mistakes I had made in my professional life. But I did have one friend, a woman named Noa, who I had served with in the IDF who had also moved to Los Angeles full time. On a particularly brutal night, the anniversary of my incident, she took me out drinking, to try and distract me from the day. We picked a random bar we'd never been to, a place called 'Zeroes,' and that night there was a Battle of The Bands going on, so we figured with seven bands playing three songs each, we would find someone we enjoyed listening to, and it took a while, but eventually, we did."

Kevin knew just the night she was talking about. It would've been around two years ago, and the band had been in utter disarray. They were playing a handful of local shows to get prepped for their upcoming tour that was going to be cut overly short, and they'd been invited to play a local Battle of the Bands with a bunch of other bands who had recorded their debut albums but hadn't been released yet either. The promoter had called it "The Talent of Tomorrow Today!"

They'd put on a pretty good show, but a couple of the other bands were made up of industry veterans just in new configurations, and so they had much more experience in getting set up for an unfamiliar space, so Kevin's band had come in third, although they'd done okay in both t-shirt and CD sales. The album had been a few weeks ahead of dropping, but the label had given them two hundred CDs to sell at any shows they did in advance, to try and drum up more anticipation.

"The style of music was unfamiliar to me," Miriam continued, "but the words, your lyrics, they were unlike any songs I had ever heard. Your songs were more of poetry than I had heard, world-weary and yet somehow also unbowed, unbroken, determined and optimistic, in spite of the bleakness they saw the world surrounding them with."

Kevin was a little taken aback. "Why, I didn't take you as a fan."

"I am, Mr. Bishop. I bought your CD that night, and I have listened to it countless times, and each time, I have found new meaning, new insight from your words, and they have given me strength. I went to every local concert I could find you were holding, but then a little while ago, I saw you update the band's webpage to say that you had broken up, and everyone was going their separate ways, and I set up a Google alert to find out what your upcoming projects would be. Just after doing that, I received a phone call from your assistant Elizabeth, asking if I would be interested in providing protective services for you."

That made Kevin a little nervous. "Did... how much did she tell you?"

Miriam laughed a little. "Let us be frank with one another, Mr. Bishop. You are not what I would objectively call an attractive man, but your words have transcended your form, and shown me the beauty that lays within your soul. That overcomes your physical form, and if you are at all the man your lyrics imply, then I would be privileged to call you a lover, if that's a thing you would be interested in. And your assistant said you were beginning a regimen of physical training and diet that would make your flesh a little less... doughy."

He smirked, a bit amused and a bit annoyed, shaking his head. "I am, but there's only so much to work with here. I'm a musician, not an athlete. If you're expecting to wake up next to Chris Evans some morning, you're only signing up for disappointment."

She shook her head slightly. "The idea of being with you brings an emotional satisfaction that overcomes the physical one, sir. The song, 'Adrift On The Horizon,' that sentiment, of being alone yet feeling so close to a turning point, that song became my anthem, knowing that there was someone else out there who understood what it was like to be burdened by some singular moment in time. What was that song written about for you?"

Kevin sighed, scratching at his forehead. "It was a reaction to being surrounded by drug addicts all day, dealing with being the only sober one surrounded by people who were only there for the party. I'd gotten so tired of watching bands fall apart due to drugs, that I wanted to write about it without coming across as preachy or condescending."

"I can see that, now that you explain it to me, but it does not detract from how I feel the song affected me personally. Songs are like that -- they take on meanings far beyond the songwriter's original intent, and reach people in ways they never anticipated. Do you find me an attractive woman?"

"I can't imagine anyone not finding you an attractive woman, Miriam. Yes, you are quite breathtaking."

She looked aside in amusement. "I have had casting agents tell me that my nose is too big, my face is too long, my eyebrows are too thick, I would look better as a blonde, I would look better with bigger boobs and, more often than anything, I should dress 'more femininely.' Hollywood has no shortage of people willing to point out your flaws, Mr. Bishop."

"That's Hollywood, I guess. You also understand that you wouldn't be my only lover? I wouldn't blame you if that was a dealbreaker."

"Why would it be? Just because we would be familiar with each other sexually does not mean we would be exclusive emotionally. I am able to compartmentalize my sense of attachment, and if anything, I will channel it into my work."

There was a buzz from the panel at the wall, to his surprise.

"Are you expecting someone else?" she said to him.

"No?" he said. "Ashley isn't due back from classes for a few more hours, and she has her own key to the gate. Natalie and Elizabeth are both here."

"If Elizabeth's here, why didn't she answer the door for you?"

"I'm never going to be so fucking pompous that I don't answer my own door," Kevin said.

"That's going to change."

He moved up to the panel, and saw there was a van in front of the gate, with a florist sign on the side. "Yes?"

"Delivery for Mr. Bishop. It needs to be signed for," the man at the van said.

"Yeah, okay," Kevin said, pushing the button to open the gate. Miriam cursed underneath her breath, and while Kevin couldn't make out the words, the tone of her sentiment was clear. "What's wrong? It's just a delivery. It's probably someone from the studio sending a thank you package for agreeing to take the score after Hans Zimmer didn't work out."

"I'll go with you, and I'll sign for the package. Let me show you why you need me, okay?"

"You're being overly paranoid, but okay, let's go."

The two of them headed to the front door of the house, and Miriam stepped out first. Kevin was about to walk out with her, but she turned and pushed him to stay in the doorway. "Do not move from here, and you'll understand in just a moment," she said, as the van pulled up towards the front of the house.

As soon as they were within range, the side of the van opened and two people hopped out rushing towards the house, one holding a camera, the other holding an extended microphone, shouting "Mr. Bishop! Is it true you're sleeping with Alice Karteaux? Is that how you were able to oust Hans Zimmer and steal the job on Emily Rouchard's new movie?"

On approach, Miriam kicked out the legs of the person holding the microphone, knocking them to the driveway while also forcing them back enough to trip up the person with the camera. "You're trespassing on private property under false pretenses, and you should know that it's absolutely illegal for you to do so."

She grabbed the camera and tossed it back into the van with no concern for its welfare, the telltale shattering of glass ringing out from inside the vehicle. She grabbed the cameraman next, as the reporter with the microphone was struggling to get to his feet, tossing the man into the van after his camera before turning to face the reporter.

"You... you assaulted us! We've got film!"

Miriam grabbed the reporter's shirt in her fists, jerking the man to point his head in the direction she wanted. "You see that? That's one of the house's several external cameras, and it will show that you drove up a van onto private property illegally, and that you opened the side of the van and hopped out before it had even stopped moving, which made you look a great deal like an abduction team. Why don't you get off the property now, before I call the LAPD and have you arrested?"

"It's your word versus ours!"

She rolled her eyes at him, pushing him back to the van, slamming him against the side of it. "You utter prat. The gate communications are recorded. I have evidence of you lying to get in here. Last chance. Either you go now, or I let the police take you."

The reporter glared at her and then climbed back into the van, pulling the doors shut, as Miriam waited and watched the van turn around and head back out of the driveway, the gate closing behind them. She turned around and headed back to the house, stepping in, closing the door behind her.

"I don't know if the gate communications are recorded or not, Miriam."

She smiled quietly at him. "Well, now they think they are." They walked back towards the office room, and ran into Elizabeth along the way.

"Who was that?" she asked them.

"TMZ or some other paparazzi parasite," Miriam said. "I handled it. You must be Elizabeth. I recognize your voice from when we spoke earlier on the phone." She extended her hand to Elizabeth, who took it and shook it. "I'm Miriam Bitam, but I am certain you knew that already."

"I did, but it's still a pleasure to meet you in person, Miriam. Are we going to have the pleasure of your company?"

"That's up to Mr. Bishop at this point."

"Well, Kev?"

He nodded. "She seems to know what she's signing up for and she's already proven she would be more than an asset to the household, so if she wants in, I'd be a fool to say no."

"As we discussed on the phone, then?" Elizabeth asked Miriam.

"Yes. Short enough that it won't come loose, but not so short that's it's choking me."

"I'll be right back," Elizabeth said, heading off. "Meet you in the bedroom!"

"We can do this later if you want," he said, leading her back towards the bedroom.

"Hush," she said. "I'd like to do this now, so you don't question my loyalty or commitment."

They headed into the bedroom, and Kevin wasn't entirely sure what to do, standing around waiting until Elizabeth showed up, holding out a necklace to him. It was as Miriam had described, enough to circle her neck with a little give, but not so long that it would be loose if she had to move quickly, the trademark pendant stone hanging from it. "Can I have your phone now, sir?"

Kevin reached into his pocket, fished out his iPhone and handed it over to Elizabeth. "Did she tell you about this little project of hers?"

Miriam grinned. "I thought she was joking. She's really taking a picture of each of your partners orgasming?"

"She is. You're okay with that?"

"I signed up for all of it, so let's get to it," she said, turning to offer him her back.

He stepped behind her, unclasping the lock of the necklace before sliding it around her neck, bringing it behind her. "You're sure?"

"How many times do I need to tell you to do it before you do it?"

"Just the once more."

"I'm in."

He hooked the curve of the mechanism into the loop and let it snap shut, and suddenly he felt her body slump back against him, his other hand moving to hold her up, realizing he'd forgotten that she would orgasm when she put it on.

"Fffffffuck that was fucking good," she moaned, her hand reaching up along her face, pushing that waterfall of hair out of her face. "That came out of nowhere. Get your fucking clothes off."

"Do you--"

"Get them off!"

Kevin was a little surprised, but quickly undressed, as Miriam slid off her jacket, revealing she did indeed have a shoulder holster with what looked like a 9mm pistol in it. She placed that on top of the dresser, then shed the rest of her clothes quickly, revealing a very nice figure, with generous breasts and a small rectangular strip of black curls above her pussy. "Sit down in the chair. Sit!"

He moved over the large armchair and slipped to sit down in it as Miriam approached him, letting him get a good look of her slender yet muscular form. She was fit, even more fit than Natalie, the physique of someone who was certain that her life depended on it. "Damn."

"You like?"

"Some casting agent thought you needed bigger boobs?" he asked incredulously. "They're plenty big."

"Mmmm.. bigger is always better, right?"

He patted his belly with a grin. "You tell me."

"Alright, point made," she giggled. She leaned down to touch her lips to his before pulling back. "Just get comfortable and let me do all the work."

She moved to slide up into his lap, reaching down to grab his cock, angling it to push it in, sliding it inside of her pussy with a startled moan. "Shit," she whispered.

"You okay?"

"It's just been a little bit, okay? I'm fine. Thank you for asking, though."

Her hips thrust down into his lap quickly, as she pressed her breasts up against his tilted face, her hands holding onto his shoulders, doing her best to keep him lodged up against the chair. Her hips snapped forward, and she started to whip her hips back and forth in quick jerks, pressing down into him, trying to get him even deeper inside of her.

As deliberate and intentional as they had been with one another up until now, Miriam was galloping quickly towards her release, and their bodies ground against one another in quick intensity before her fingernails raked against his arm. Her moans turned shrill and he heard the click of his phone taking a picture, and he found himself cumming as well, which made her whine double in octaves before she shifted and moved to settle with her lips against his, their bodies melted together, relishing in each others afterglow.

"Don't forget," Elizabeth said, setting down the phone on the dresser next to Miriam's weapon. "Dinner's in half an hour. See you both there!"