“What do you see?” Oscar asked Dorothy as she peered into the crystal ball.
They were sitting in Dorothy’s reading parlor with all of her balls surrounding them on their various tables and pedestals. It was dark and late. The only light in the room was from the flickering of candles.
Dorothy was using one of her medium-sized balls. Oscar sat across from her, comfortable in his jeans and a black T-shirt. He had been released early from the shoot and luckily, Dorothy was also finished working for the day, so they were able to meet at her house.
“You’ve had a turbulent past. And yes, I know, that sounds so cliché and hey, haven’t we all? But let’s focus on the reality. You had some issues. Big ones.”
“Yes, I have. I’ve had to battle some human monsters, I guess.”
“Pretty horrific. Perhaps not like the rest of us.”
“I don’t know. Abuse is abuse, right? Regardless of who it is and how old you are.”
“You’ve made some choices you’re not proud of, and some of them likely are the reason your marriage ended.”
Oscar sucked in a big gulp of air and then exhaled.
“I don’t really like discussing past relationships with people I’m currently seeing, but of course, I’ve never dated a witch before. Though I’ve had many readings in my life.”
“Well, let’s pretend that we’re not dating, and I’m just reading what I see. Maybe it’s helpful, maybe it’s not.”
“I like the sound of that.” Oscar said.
Dorothy continued to stare at the ball. She felt the energy in the room shifting, the Black Mass rolling in.
This is not the time.
The Black Mass was heavy and full, blocking out what little lights from the streets poured into her window. She focused even more on the images in the ball and ignored the nagging Black Mass energy.
“You wanted to be an actor since you were a little kid,” she said. The Black Mass rippled. Oscar nodded.
“You’ve worked very hard. Plays in school, acting classes even though some of the kids teased you, and even a year of ballet. Interesting.” Dorothy said.
“So far, you’re correct.”
“Once you got out of high school, you went to a great college. But I didn’t need the ball for that, I’ve read your bio. However, the ball certainly resonates with all of it.”
“What is my future? Do I have one? Will I get to always be an actor or will it all fall apart?”
Dorothy looked up at him. The Black Mass had nearly finished rolling through the room.
“You know, fortune-telling isn’t set in stone, although, ironically I’m looking at stone to tell your fortune,” Dorothy said. “I can tell you all kinds of things but it’s up to you to use your free will. Every choice you make changes the direction of your journey. You may sometimes be presented with choices that don’t seem to resonate with the journey you hope for, yet that choice might be the perfect choice for whatever lies ahead.” Dorothy said.
“No second-guessing allowed?” Oscar asked.
“It’s more about having an open heart and open mind... yet at the same time, trusting your intuition, trusting you’re on the right path.”
“So simple and yet so complicated.”
“These things always are!”
“You’ve not answered the question though, do fame and fortune lie ahead?” he asked.
“Fame and fortune are already here for you,” Dorothy said.
“I’m at the beginning of what I hope is a many decade ride, but is it really going to be that?”
Dorothy smiled.
“Outlook looks good,” she smiled. “Signs point to yes.”
“Hey, don’t you Magic 8-Ball me!” he said. “I’m here for a real reading from a real witch, not a novelty toy.”
“Well, Mr. Dominion, your future is very bright. Not only TV, but many movies, a house or two, another marriage... lots of traveling, lots of good times.”
“Another marriage...” Oscar said wistfully. “Hmmmm.”
“Not for a long time. You need to get over your divorce and you need to get further on with your career. However, and this is not any indication of what I see in the ball, but just from years of reading for regular folk and superstars, get a pre-nup. If at all possible, get a pre-nup. You don’t want to work hard for 40 years of your life and then meet someone who claims to love you, but they are only in it for your money, to break your heart. We all see it everywhere. Don’t be that person.”
“I’ve just been through that.”
“Yes, but you are just beginning your magnificent career. You’re only three or four years into real celebrityhood. There’s so much more to come. Don’t let anyone destroy it.”
“What about you?” Oscar asked. “Where do you fit into my future?” He leaned over the ball; his beautiful eyes wide with questions. The Black Mass had finally rolled from the room. Dorothy breathed a sign of relief.
“I’m here right now. I’m your present,” Dorothy said as she peered into the ball. She didn’t look for herself in his future. She didn’t want to know.
“When you get a couple of million together, buy property in New York, Toronto, and or L.A. Although I would say L.A. last because even though you live there now, and will do most of your career there, I’m not positive about how the real estate will be there. I’m no realtor, but with the climate change and extreme weather and the threat of more earthquakes, you may consider actually buying there last because you may have trouble making a decent profit. Unless, of course, you find a deal where it’s cheaper to own than to rent.”
“You know, I’ve often had those thoughts myself... I originally wanted to buy something small by the ocean... but the prices are already so insane. I guess I’ll have to see what my bank account says when the time comes!”
“Let’s see...” Dorothy peered further into the ball. “Oscar?”
“Yes,” he said.
“Your divorce... you’ve had more than one?”
Oscar flushed.
“I’m not so good with romantic partners, it seems.”
“I know why your recent marriage failed. I don’t need to be a crystal ball reader to figure that out. Wasn’t your wife an actress as well?”
“Yes, we met at theatre school.”
“And then you got a few TV spots on soap operas and series, and now, you’re one of the main actors used in Scary Haunted Tales... but your wife... ex-wife, she wasn’t finding work.”
“True.”
“She was consumed with jealousy... went into rages...”
“Yes... it grew... to be too much... I couldn’t work and deal with her emotions anymore. I wanted to... I loved her... I still love her...” His eyes welled up.
“Some relationships aren’t meant to last. Sometimes you meet someone, you learn some lessons from each other, and then move on with life. Just because you love someone, that doesn’t mean you should marry.”
“I know, I know.”
“And what’s this... someone before her... a younger love? A teen love perhaps?”
Oscar sighed and stood up.
“Is this a therapy session? I don’t really need one... There’s nothing to be done.”
Dorothy stood up and took his hand.
“No... we’re just looking in the ball. We can stop if you like. I don’t need to know your secrets.”
Oscar paced around the room, his brow knitted up, his fingers snapping at his sides. His agitation was palpable, and Dorothy feared the Black Mass might return.
At last, Oscar sat down on a couch. He patted it.
“Sit with me,” he said.
“Okay.”
“This is a story that few know... please, never tell a soul.”
“Yes.” Dorothy said.
“No reporters, no blogs, no Facebook posts...”
“Yes, yes...” Dorothy said. “I’m not a child.”
Oscar took in a deep breath and then let it out.
“Okay. When I was a teenager, I had this girlfriend. Well, she was a girl and hung around me all the time. She really liked me. It was nearly impossible to go anywhere or do anything without her showing up. There she was. In my face. All the time.”
“That’s got to be hard.”
“I supposed in many ways it was flattering and of course, teenage boys, a vain actor boy, would like the attention but not be nice about it.”
“Oh.”
“Long story short as I really don’t want to dwell on this. I got her pregnant. Or so I thought. Or so she said. So, I married her.”
“Ah! Doing the right thing.”
“But she wasn’t pregnant. She was a liar. A sociopath. Maybe a psychopath. She faked the pregnancy, even faked a birth and said she put the baby in a garbage can. That was the very worst of her mental abuse but there was so much more, physically and mentally. I was finally able to divorce her. And then she killed herself.”
“Oh, god.”
“Yup.”
There was silence as Oscar stared at his hands. Dorothy’s head was spinning.
“I’m so sorry you went through all that.”
“It was a long time ago. I’ve been to tons of counselling about it. It doesn’t haunt me as much.”
“Hmmm... but maybe... maybe she haunts you... maybe... maybe she’s one of the active ghosts that’s bothering you.”
“I just know that trouble follows me everywhere... big trouble, little trouble.”
Dorothy took his hand.
“It’s not that trouble follows you, it’s that you live life to the fullest and take chances... risks. With risk, can come trouble. With risk, can come good times and bad...”
“It’s always bad...” Oscar sighed.
“Uh... no it’s not!” Dorothy said. “You have a lot. You have an amazing career; you already have fame and fortune and it’s only just begun. Don’t let the darkness of the past diminish your bright shiny future.”
Dorothy stood up.
“I know... now that I know about your first wife... we can do something to keep your thoughts from being too sad.”
“We can?”
“Yes. Come sit over here with me on the floor.”
They sat together on the floor. Dorothy held his hands.
“What was her name?”
“Kaci.”
“Okay, great. Now let’s think about Kaci. Let’s call her in.”
“I...” One of the crystal balls rolled off the pedestal and then rolled across the floor. Oscar stared at it. The ball flew up and aimed for his head. Dorothy held out her hand and blocked it. The ball fell to the ground, unbroken.
“We don’t have to call her, she’s already here.” Dorothy said. “That’s great, Kaci.”
A cold wind blew through the room. Oscar looked around. Dorothy felt his pulse quicken, and his hands were sweaty.
“It’s okay...” Dorothy soothed. “Kaci, I want to help you find the light.”
The wind blew again. There was a low moaning.
“Kaci, you don’t need to be on this earth anymore. There’s so much more for you in the light.”
Oscar’s grip on Dorothy’s hands tightened. He looked at her expectantly. Several balls floated and then soared towards Oscar. Dorothy stood up and raised her hands at them. They hung in the air.
“Kaci, there’s no need for this. Anything you do won’t fix what has happened. What’s important is that you now move on,” Dorothy called out. “To a better place.”
Dorothy felt the pressure of the balls being pushed by the ghost, but she held strong.
“Go into the light, Kaci. You can see it. It’s right there with you. Feel the warmth?”
The wind blew again, and the balls fell to the ground. Dorothy stood with her hands out. Oscar watched her with wide eyes.
“Go, now. There is peace for you in the light. You will see all that is magic. The pain of your past will finally be gone.”
Dorothy waved her arms and the air stirred. The thickness swirled, and up in the ceiling corners, the shadow people danced. As Oscar looked up to the ceiling, the center became a glowing sphere. Bright and brilliant, yellow and gold warmth poured down. Rays spread around the room.
“Go to it, Kaci. Go now! You’ll see!” Dorothy coaxed.
The wind circled the room again and then was still.
Suddenly, there was a huge explosion and the light crackled and splintered. Rainbows fell like glitter around the room. The air was still and warm.
“Yes! You did it, Kaci! You did it! Peace be with you! Blessed Be!” Dorothy cheered.
Oscar looked at the brilliant light, cupping his hands over his eyes.
“Is that... The Light?” he asked.
“It’s a portal to lead to The Light. Obviously, The Light isn’t in this dimension or even this timeline. But that portal will take her to where she needs to go.”
The incandescent illumination sparkled once more and then closed in on itself as suddenly as it had appeared.
The room returned to normal. Dark and still. The candles had blown out. They sat in darkness.
“Kaci will bother you no more,” Dorothy said as he put her arms around Oscar.
“Thank you,” he said. “Thank you.”
He sat quietly for a moment.
“That was wild. I’m still trying to absorb it all. How did you do that?” He looked up at the ceiling.
Dorothy squeezed him. “It’s my job. Acting is yours. Dealing with metaphysical issues is mine.”
* * *
Dorothy and Oscar were kissing each other as they rolled around naked on her bed. After the ghost incident, they had celebrated Kaci’s ascent with a couple of glasses of wine. And now, they were enjoying each other, the worries of the day behind them.
“Oscar?” Dorothy asked as she lay her head against his chest.
“Yes?”
“Do you like to play games?”
“Such as?”
Dorothy sat up and then scooted over to the edge of the bed. She reached into her nightstand and pulled out several long scarves. She waved them across his naked chest.
“I want to tie you up and have my way with you!” Dorothy blurted. She kissed his cheek. Oscar blushed.
“Whatever is your desire, is my desire, mistress,” he said. He stretched his arms up. Dorothy set to work tying first one wrist and then the other to the canopy bedpost. He pulled at the ties gently, pretending to squirm.
“Tie me up, mistress. I’ve been a bad boy,” he whispered. Dorothy’s heart raced, her pussy wet as it tingled in anticipation.
“You are a bad boy. And so, you must be tied up and punished,” Dorothy said. She scooted off the bed and set to work tying his ankles to each bedpost. She turned from her knot-making only long enough to tease his cock with her fingers. Once erect, she slipped a condom over it, to prepare for later. Once he was firmly tied up, she stood at the end of the bed staring at him.
“Ah, yes, Mr. Hotshot Movie Star thinks he can just come to town and have his way with anyone he desires...”
Dorothy climbed onto the bed and straddled his chest. She playfully flicked his nipples.
“More, mistress,” he moaned. She pinched the tiny hard buttons, pulling them and squeezing them. He trembled beneath her touch. She crawled up to him until her pussy was in his face. She spread her legs and then spread open her pussy until she felt his hot breath on her flesh.
“Lick me,” she commanded.
Oscar licked her, long soft moist strokes. Then he began to tongue her clit with repeated little bursts, his tongue aiming in just the right spots.
“Oh, yes,” Dorothy sighed. “Oh, yes, that’s it. Right there...” She enjoyed him tonguing and then sucking on her clit. She was throbbing with anticipation.
Oh, I’m so close to coming already. He’s so cute all tied up like that.
Oscar’s tongue penetrated her vagina, plunging in deep, tasting her deepest, most secret spots. He alternated his movements from fast to slow, from gentle to hard. Dorothy couldn’t help rocking herself against his face.
“Oh, Oscar... oh god...” she panted. Pleasure was building higher inside of her. She thought she would scream and cry and explode all at once. She pressed against his face quicker and harder.
“More, more,” she cried. He hummed as he licked and soon, she was falling over the edge.
“Yes, yes, YES!” she cried. She trembled and shouted and then collapsed over him as her orgasm took hold.
But only for a minute.
“Ah, yes, my slave. You’ve passed the cunnilingus test but there’s more...”
She hopped off the bed and moved towards his cock which was almost fully erect. She crawled back onto the bed. She took his head into her mouth, swirling it with her tongue, sucking and nibbling while he groaned. She opened her mouth wide and took almost all of him deep into her throat. She moved her head up and down. Oscar squirmed on the bed, moaning his pleasure.
“Oh, yes... Dorothy. You’re the best... oh, yes... yes...”
His cock was slick and wet inside the condom as she moved her mouth and hands up and down until it was even harder.
She felt him quivering, his legs trembled, his face was flushed. She climbed onto the bed and straddled him, taking his rock-hard cock inside of her very slowly. Her slick juices were already running down her legs. She rode him slowly at first, enjoying the sensation of every inch of him penetrating her and then leaving her. She bounced faster on him, using her hands on either side of him as balance.
“Oh, god, yes, Dorothy. Faster!” he cried.
She fucked him hard and fast. She looked at his face, that beautiful face she had seen so many times on her television. Here he was in her bed. She couldn’t help thinking about it all every time they fucked. How impossible it had all seemed only weeks ago. And now here she was, living her dream of fucking Oscar Dominion all tied up in her bed.
“Oh, I’m coming,” she shouted as orgasm crept up on her unexpectedly. She practically screamed, her body throbbing and twitching on him. His cock was even harder as she felt him begin to pulse with his own come.
“Oh, yes... yes!” he called out. “Oh YES!”
They wailed and shouted, Dorothy sliding along him, enjoying every last crashing and then ebbing wave of her climax. Oscar’s body was a sheen of sweat as she slid off of him, and off the bed.
“Holy smokes,” he finally panted as Dorothy began to untie him. “That was the best I’ve ever had.”
Dorothy rubbed his released wrists, making sure the circulation was getting to his fingers. She kissed his hands. He reached for her breasts and squeezed them.
“Beautiful lady, I could fuck you all night.”
“I hope you do!”
She untied his ankles and massaged his feet while he moaned in appreciation.
* * *
They spent the next day and part of the night in bed before Oscar had to return to work for another gruelling three days.
Dorothy spent every waking part of her own days daydreaming about Oscar as she worked and went to the gym and did her best to stick to her diet.
She also bought a new outfit to show off the new curves that were taking form after her last few weeks of going to the gym and making love with Oscar.
She wanted to splurge so she first went to Adele’s lingerie shop. The film wasn’t being shot during the day so Adele could run her store during regular business hours. Dorothy bought a vibrant matching green bra and panty set.
Next, she went to another boutique and bought a new spring dress and a new long green hooded cape.
Perfect for broomstick riding!
She even bought new makeup, eye shadow to match her new outfit and a dramatic black eyeliner that was supposed to last through rain, winter, and swimming pools. She was more interested in it lasting through fog, sea spray and broom riding wind.
Happy with her purchases, she went home and spent the afternoon pampering herself. A long Epson salts bath, a face mask, a manicure, and pedicure and of course, a nap. A nice nap so that she would look fresh and bright the next time she saw Oscar.