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From: "MikeC" <MikeC@NoSpam.nspace.net>
Subject: {ASSM} (new) Witches, Warlocks and Shop Vacs (A Story by NightHawk)
Date: Wed,  3 Sep 2003 05:10:07 -0400
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Witches, Warlocks and Shop Vacs
A short story by Night Hawk
Coerced out of retirement by "Mike C" and his James World series.

Copyright 2003 by: Night Hawk (nh@nighthawk.sytes.net)

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While we are all holding our collective breaths waiting for Mike to post the
next installment of James.  (I know, more than a few of us have passed out
with a slightly blue tinge to our lips... My only suggestion is for all of
you waiting for James or the next chapter of Kelly to write Mike at
MikeC@nspace.net and tell him to get off the pot!)

So, as I wait to release my next installment of Kelly, I have been writing
little short stories and playing with some old ones.  I desperately want to
get back to Kelly, but alas, I too must wait.  (Maybe if we turn the
pressure up?)

In the meantime, I found this little gem that I had written on assignment
for a graphics group a few years ago.  A member of the group had created
some really great graphics and they were looking for a writer to put a story
to it.  I volunteered and came up with what was well received by the bulk of
the group but not by the moderators and I was subsequently blacklisted by
the group for using graphic sexual descriptions. I think the story is
interesting enough without the pictures, but will leave it for you to
decide.

It's hard killing time when all you have is your mind.

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Witches Warlocks and Shop Vacs


Vickie was fuming.

The witching hour was drawing close and her husband Jim was still locked in
the garage casting his spells.

Vickie didn't mind Jim's open, self declaration of being a Warlock.  Nor did
she mind his feeble attempts at spell casting.  What Jim didn't know was
that Vickie was the real Pagan Priestess in the family.  It was she who had
the power and used it wisely and quietly.  It was better this way.  Besides,
what would her neighbors think, not to mention the PTA!

But this was a special night.  The second full moon in a month.  She could
not, however, tell Jim the real reason she wanted him out of the garage.
Jim, like most males, simply could not understand that the Earth Mother had
endowed women with special gifts.  She would have to clear the converted
garage attached to the side of their red brick split level of his essence
before she could even start to draw her own circle of praise and protection.

Vickie was a good witch.  A white witch if you prefer and a true believer in
the goodness the Earth Mother had given.  It was rare that she begrudged Jim
hogging the garage for long periods of time since when he came out he was
usually so fatigued by his attempts that he went right to bed and to sleep.

Sitting in the kitchen drinking a cup of herbal tea, no caffeine of course,
she idly twirled  a strand of her long cascading blond curls with her free
hand.  Unlike Jim, who stood slightly stooped with his 6'4" lean frame,
Vickie was a mere 5'2" but with a body to die for.  All the curves in all
the right places.  Her youthful appearance belied her real age of 35, and
was often mistaken for a much younger woman.  She was proud of the fact that
she had listened well to her mentor of years gone by, and had forsaken of
the poisons of cigarettes, caffeine and other harmful substances.  She
exercised regularly and it showed.  Her skin was tight with no excess weight
and her breasts, an impressive 36C, stood firmly on her chest without the
need for man made support.  Her hips flared nicely from a tiny waist and her
butt was the object of envy and admiration from many of their friends and
colleagues.

Not wanting to lose this special night, Vickie sent a subtle telepathic
signal to Jim suggesting that he was becoming tired.  She was rewarded about
five minutes later as she heard the unlocking of the door.

Jim looked absolutely beat.  The look in his eyes told of another night of
slim, if any,  success.  He apologized to Vickie for leaving the garage in a
mess and promised to clean it in the morning.  Vickie just smiled, kissed
him on the forehead and told him to go to bed that since she was not really
tired she would take care of cleaning up.  Jim managed a weak smile and a
grateful thank you and staggered off to bed.

Once out of sight, Vickie dumped the last of her tea in the sink and after
cleaning the cup entered the garage locking the door behind her.

To say garage was actually a misnomer.  Since they had converted it, it was
more of a self contained room with a fabulous sky light that opened at the
touch of a switch.  There was no room for a vehicle of any kind since the
conversion and the few items typically found in a garage were now stored in
a closet built for this purpose.

Jim had built a small alter at one end with his icons and all it's
trappings.  Poor Jim didn't even realize that Vickie used this room as well
but had no need for icons or idols.

The sight of the garage though was shocking.  It was obvious that Jim had
once again scattered the ashes of burnt pine cones in patterns on the floor
and now it was up to Vickie to clean it up before she could start her
ritual.

Shaking her head in disbelief, Vickie moved towards the closet.  Taking out
a broom she quickly swept the ashes to one side and threw the switch to open
the sky light.

Fresh air poured in along with the bright light of this special moon.

A cool breeze blew in with the fresh air and Vickie's nipples, especially
sensitive to any kind of stimulation quickly hardened into eraser size nubs.
Reaching behind the closet she opened the secret panel that she herself had
built and retrieved her own robe and candles.  Quickly she removed her
t-shirt and now with her breasts fully exposed to the crisp fall air
tightened and rose even more proudly.  Her dark brown nipples also felt the
added chill and puckered further.  Moving quickly she slipped out of her
jeans and panties and took the white silk robe and shivered as it slid
sensuously over her naked form.  As it slid down her body the light blond
tuft between her legs showed she was a natural blond.

Vickie lit four sticks of incense and placed one on each of the four corners
she had cleverly marked on the floor showing the four points on the compass,
saying a short prayer with each thanking the Earth Mother.  Next, she took
four of the large candles and lighting them placed them in a row in honor of
the four natural elements of Earth, Wind, Fire and Air.  Finally, after
turning off the lights, she took a small bottle of precious distilled
natural flower nectar, anointed herself and flung a few droplets in each of
the four compass points.

With the moonlight flowing through the open sky light, her hair and gown
glowed with a eerie almost supernatural glow.  Carefully she turned and
allowed a drop of the oil to create an invisible circle around her.

Standing in the center of the circle she had created, Vickie began to chant
in the old tongue in praise of the Earth Mother and giving thanks for the
blessings bestowed upon her.  It was a beautiful sight as she was
illuminated by just the moon and the candles.  Her gown clung to her like a
second skin highlighting the perfect body it covered.

With her hands raised the large billowing sleeves of the robe slipped to her
shoulders and she began the ritual dance when a sudden gust of wind blew in
through the sky light and the ashes that she had swept to the side before
rose like a cloud in the room.

Vickie frowned, trying hard to keep any negative thoughts from her mind. How
could she show proper praise to the Earth Mother with this distraction.

With a deep sigh of regret for the lost time she could have spent in praise,
Vickie quickly concluded her ritual with a special request for patience and
understanding.

It was deep regret that Vickie felt that she had not disposed of the ashes
earlier but left them to the side in her rush to start her own ceremony. Not
bothering to turn on the light she grabbed the broom from the closet and
once again swept the floor but allowing the incense to continue to burn as
well as the candles.

But all was not as it seemed!

As the ashes from Jim's burnt pine cones mixed with the incense and the
flames of the candles, a new aroma filled the air.  It was a subtle change
that Vickie did not notice, but she found herself getting slightly aroused.

Having swept what she could to the side she decided to use Jim's Shop Vac to
suck up the ashes.  Pulling the large contraption out of the closet she
plugged it in and was overwhelmed with the response from the hose as it
kicked into action.  It seemed like it had a life of its own.  Then she
remembered that Jim had tinkered with the industrial vacuum during his "Tim
Allen Tool Time" infatuation and had replaced the motor of the vac with a
more powerful one.  As his TV hero would say "More Power!"

Trying to control the 18 inch straight extension wand, Vickie was forced to
straddle the twisting hose which kept climbing and grinding between her soft
spot between her legs.  She was incredibly aroused now but tried to keep her
concentration on her task.  It was an impossible task.

In a moment of absolute clarity she realized the Earth Mother had given her
a special gift for tonight and clamping the wand between her legs quickly
shed her robe.  She allowed the long hose to circle her and encompass her
body tantalizing her breasts, waist and thighs with the powerful vibrating
pulsations.  The sensation was nearly overpowering as Vickie took the wand
and brushed it all over her sensitive areas allowing herself to completely
indulge in this experience.  Too soon though it became too much and her body
was quivering, begging for release.  Taking the wand in two hands she
pressed it against her blond pubic down and held on for what was to be the
ride of her life.

The Shop Vac roared and the hose squirmed and the wand was working its magic
on Vickie's most intimate area.  Once she came, quickly followed by another
and yet another climax following on the heels of the one before.  Vickie
grew weak and had lost count of how many times the sensation had overtaken
her.  Reluctantly she flicked the switch on the Shop Vac and slowly sank to
the floor.  The light of the moon was waning as it moved past the view from
the sky light.  Vickie gave silent thanks to the Earth Mother for the
pleasures she had received.

Turning on the overhead lights she blew out the candles and removed the
traces of her ritual before cleaning up.

The witching hour was officially over.

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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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