The Queen Of Spades Reawakened
By Aleq de Satyr
Part 1
Prologue
There are several and various definitions of The Queen of Spades. In a nutshell, the Queen of Spades symbolizes the end of something and the begging of something new. It's a warning of setbacks, but also an omen of opportunity and transformation...It heralds success only if you are able to see the larger picture and follow your own divine path. If you don't waste your time on things that don't resonate with your own goals.
The queen of spades is often associated with femininity and strength, representing the qualities of a powerful and determined woman...It also connotes, a woman who has a sexual preference for extremely well hung, athletic black men--commonly referred to as Bulls.
The heroine of this story is an alluringly elegant, sexy, dramatic, creative and artful woman. An actor who describes herself as an aged-beauty. She inadvertently became entangled in a dramatic situation, and ended up losing herself in madness and addiction.
To be or not to be
My name is Iryna Pallas. I am a 56 year old actor in the autumn of my career with very few parts coming my way. I consider myself an elegant personality with a style that has an air of sophistication. It is often this perfection that makes me seem unapproachable, but I can often be charming once you get to know me. Although behind closed doors, I can swear like a trooper and enjoy it too. I earned the name " La Gringa, The Queen of Spades" from my part in an off-Broadway play years ago... Indeed, I have a tattoo of the Queen of spades on my left thigh.
The past year had been bleak in getting parts in plays, not to mention movies. I have been described in acting circles as: "A passionate, radical feminist, tough, with good breeding...An admirable woman with a soft, attractive, gentle, aging woman's face. A new woman, fervid, rotten with decadence, resplendent with vice, but a darn good actor. And quite happy... Everything about her is so poignant, down to her quaint, appealing accent. Her lithe body even at her age, is an elegant machine made just for fucking". Well, I daresay much of it is true. But hell, I was dormant and slowly going to pot.
At any rate, there I was perusing ads in the newspaper, when I came across an ad inviting women my age to an audition for a movie part. I called and was invited to an interview-cum-audition...The studio, a ranch-type house in a suburb, stood in the woods like a small haven. A warm quiet breeze, softly fragrant, flowing thru the house greeted me as I entered. A woman about 45 years old welcomed me. She only wore a bikini top and bottom which displayed her pleasant honey-colored body, firm and smooth, strong, graceful. The bikini barely covered the luxuriant bush between her thighs. Her face was pleasant too. Her thighs and legs shapely, her ass curvy, round.
She looked like a goddess; many a man would lose a right arm to have sex with her. Her name was Milat, aka Tushy, and she was a delight to talk to. I have never been so enchanted by someone I'd never met. And she seemed to be equally delighted with me...We talked for a while from philosophy to sex, with lots of humor between. Milat came across as a post-modern, exotic, exhilarating, urbane woman. A little decadent and extremely appealing. Her memorable line was:
"I do nothing I don't like and I'm quite firm about that." She openly flaunted her divine, amazing, bronzed body. She was poised, wonderfully attractive. I was flummoxed, captivated, bewitched, incredulous. A thick, fragrant smell of lavender spun around the house.
Suddenly I was jolted by the cries of a woman in the next room.
"Someone needs help," I said to Milat.
"Not really, she is only being fucked," said Milat.
"Are you serious?" I asked.
"Actually she is being auditioned for a part. Just like you will be," she said.
"You mean I'm going to be fucked?" I asked.
"Yep," said Milat.
"Well fuck you, I'm out of here!" I exclaimed, heading for the door, as the woman's cries got louder, wailing.
"Yes deeper, deeper, O God it feels so fucking good!" she cried.
I froze, turned around, Milat sat there grinning, swiveling in her chair. I walked back. "Can I watch them?" I asked.
"Sure," said Milat, leading me to a curtained doorway, opened the curtain, and there was a very muscular Black dude fucking a white older woman about my age, doggy-style on a bed. Another younger woman video-taped them...The woman raged, wanting it totally like a starved animal, getting me aroused. Her voice rang in my ears and her moans of pleasure drove me into a frenzy. The dude pulled out of her cunt briefly. His cock, covered with cunt grool was immense and looked super hard!
"Holy fuck, what a huge cock," I gulped.
"That's the kind of cock or even bigger you'd be fucked with," said Milat.
"Do you have a problem with huge dicks?" she asked.