"Oh, he's asleep in front of the TV, as usual," Debra replied; rubbing it in. The truth was, Debra really didn't hold any resentment because Ray hadn't found steady work; she just liked to push Marie's buttons. She sometimes wished Ray would look for something part-time; but anything like manual labor was considered beneath him (at least by Marie). And truthfully, he really wasn't good at anything that required manual labor.
Marie glanced in the living room; saw Ray slouched down on the sofa asleep; and meekly left through the back door. Debra smiled to herself as she climbed the stairs...it wasn't often that she got the better of Marie. She drew a nice, hot bath, complete with a generous dose of bath oil; and felt immediately relaxed as she eased her naked body down into the water. She folded a towel and draped it over the end of the tub for a pillow, and lay back in the soothing heat. The water was so hot it was steaming, and all her tensions (even Marie) seemed to melt away as her body went limp. She began to think about her plans for the next night; all the large hard penises worshipping her, and her crotch began to tingle. She realized she knew nothing about dancing with a snake, even though Antoine had assured her it was safe. The only experience she had to go by, was she remembered watching Britney Spears dance with a large snake on some MTV music awards show about ten years ago. She would just do her best and improvise.
Her razor glided over her silky skin as she shaved her legs, underarms and pubic mound. Since the birth of the twins, she had alternated keeping her mound completely bald or leaving a thin "landing strip" of bright red pubic hair. She decided to leave the "landing strip" for this occasion, since Antoine had mentioned her red hair. As she was toweling off, she checked out her reflection in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. "Not bad for a middle aged housewife," she mused. Her ass cheeks were very firm with just the beginning of a sag, and her legs were completely taut with no indication of impending cellulite. Her breasts, widely considered to be her best feature, were a full 38 D with dark pink nipples which protruded like gumdrops when aroused. They hung down on her chest from the sheer weight of them, but did not sag. She knew all of Ray's friends admired them, and he had once nicknamed them "Barnes & Noble."
Retrieving the tiny black string bikini she had purchased yesterday, she decided to try it on. The bottom triangle of cloth just barely concealed her slit; and the top two triangles did not even fully cover her half-dollar sized areola. The string on the bottoms disappeared up between her cheeks, leaving them fully exposed. She thought to herself that if Ray ever saw her in this, he would be all over her. She knew that she would look even better in heels, stretching her shapely legs; but Antoine had indicated that she would be dancing barefoot. When she walked around the bathroom, her wonderful breasts bobbed and wobbled, threatening to spill out of the top. She was pretty sure this bikini would have the desired effect.
Before she went to bed, she used her curling iron on her long lustrous, red hair. As she stood in front of the sink mirror, she laughed to herself, remembering the time the iron had gotten caught in her hair; and Ray had invoked his father's old rule : A-I-S, which stood for Ass In Seat. He had left for a sports award banquet without her and she had made him pay dearly: for the next two weeks she had paraded around the bedroom in her skimpiest negligee, and would not let him touch her. She hoped she could manage to get in bed before him tonight because she did not want him getting her all sweaty before her big night tomorrow.
The next day went quite quickly: some shopping with the kids, and watching a movie with the family before ordering pizza from Nemo's. She threw some bright red lipstick and her bikini in her purse, and went downstairs to leave. She kissed the kids goodnight, and Ray gave her a peck on the cheek and wished her a good time at her modeling job. "If you only knew," she thought. She noticed that Marie was not there yet, but was sure that as soon as she left the driveway; Marie would run across the street to be with her favorite son. Getting into the car, she realized that instead of being nervous; she was surprisingly calm. The address Antoine had given her was only about thirty minutes from her neighborhood. It turned out to be further out on Long Island, and only about one block from the beach. The neighborhood was very ritzy, and when she pulled up the driveway at the given address; she would have called the house a mansion.
She quickly applied her lipstick, and made her way to the front door. The stone facade made the home seem very impressive and when she rang the doorbell, it opened almost immediately. When the large black man spoke the words, " welcome, I recognize you from your pictures. You are an incredibly beautiful woman, Debra...please come in, " she knew from the deep, mellow voice that it was Antoine. " Welcome to my home, please follow me," he instructed.
As Debra passed through the foyer, and into the "great room," she was almost in awe at the opulence of the furnishings. It was obvious that Antoine did not have any financial worries. His physical presence matched his voice: he was at least six foot four inches tall, and when they shook hands, her hand felt like a child's in his. He was dressed in a black silk (she was pretty sure it was silk and not just satin) robe and barefoot. As they walked through the room and down a flight of stairs to the basement, he explained, " we have a total of seven members, but one had an urgent business trip, one had to attend to his wife who had an emergency appendectomy, and another had to attend his daughter's play; so there are only four of us at the ritual tonight. I think you will be surprised when you see the basement."
And indeed she was, as she reached the last step. It looked like she had gone through some sort of portal and emerged in the jungle. There were huge potted palms and ficus everywhere. The walls had been adorned with wallpaper embossed with green palms and ferns. The carpet was a deep pile in mixed shades of green that mimicked the jungle floor; it was so soft and spongy that it was like walking on thick moss. There was a background soundtrack of jungle drums and tropical bird sounds. Debra twirled around like an astounded child; the effect was truly amazing. In one corner was a king size platform bed covered in green, silk (she assumed) sheets and pillows. In another, there was a built-in bar, also in a green, jungle motif. Even the ceiling was like looking up at the leafy canopy of a rain forest. She was so fascinated by the decor that she almost stumbled over the other three members. All were clad in identical black robes and were also barefoot, as Antoine introduced them.
The first man, who Antoine introduced as Jake, was easily as tall as her brother-in-law Robert, who was six foot eight inches. His head was shaved, and she immediately thought of Mr. Clean. His hands and feet were immense, and Debra found herself wondering about other extremities. Maurice was probably just as tall, but very slender, seeming almost undernourished. His hair was set in long dreadlocks and fell around his head like a curtain. She felt like she was surrounded by imposing trees, as they towered over her. The fourth member, Jerome, was "only" about six feet two inches tall, but seemed almost as wide...not fat, just extremely solid and muscular. They all smiled and were extremely gracious, saying how glad they were she had come to perform.
"And this is Baby," proclaimed Antoine, leading her to a large cage, which contained an enormous snake. "We named her after Marie Leveau's python; it just seemed perfect. When she stretches out, she's about eight feet long. She weighs about fifty pounds, so we won't expect your dance to last terribly long. Trust me, she is used to being handled, and actually seems to enjoy it. Even if she became agitated; it's not a python's bite that is dangerous...it is when they coil around their prey and squeeze the life out of it. But there is nothing to worry about, that takes several minutes, and we will always be here with you. If something went wrong, we have a syringe filled with a muscle relaxant; kind of like an epi-pen; that would immediately cause her to uncoil." Debra watched Baby for several minutes, mesmerized by her movement. The snakes body contracted and expanded when it moved; changing its diameter from about three inches, to probably almost eight. Her trance was interrupted by Antoine, "if there are no questions, I'll show you to the bathroom where you can change."
He led Debra to a wall where a door was completely camouflaged by the wallpaper, and opened it for her. The bathroom on the other side was as large as her living room; complete with marble fixtures, and one of those huge shower enclosures where the water cascades down from all sides. The bathroom even had a sofa and TV in it. She quickly changed into the black bikini; arranging it carefully so that her intimate parts were (almost) covered. She put on the black silk (now she knew it was silk) robe that they had provided for her. She could feel her pendulous breasts sway when she walked, and it made her feel very sexy. When she stepped out of the bathroom onto the thick carpet, it felt heavenly under her bare feet.
The quartet was waiting for her, each holding what looked like a brass goblet. Antoine handed an identical one to her, explaining, "this is part of the ritual. They are filled with a drink composed of ground-up snake-shed and mandrake root. Mandrake is part of the Nightshade species and its root has been used in Voodoo ceremonies for centuries. It serves as a sedative and actually slows the heart rate. In some people, it has been known to produce minor hallucinations. Its effect is short lived, so no need to worry about the drive home. It's harmless, and we always drink it in our ritual." They drank the liquid down in one gulp, and then led her to a clearing in the "jungle" where her dance would take place.
