The Voice
and do its bidding. That's my job. I told you it was boring! Like today, I'm sitting on the arm of a recliner, next to Joe, here, who hasn't worked in two years. In fact, he's practically not left this recliner in two years. But today, Joe's got a job interview. How did that happen? Well, that was me. Joe used to work CAD in the auto industry. Today, he's got an interview with Boeing. He won't get the job. Of course, he doesn't know that. The important thing is, he needs to be late to his interview.
His wife, Lynn... that's her, over there, wiping her hands on the dish towel. She's been waitressing and borrowing money from her family, trying to keep them afloat. She's thrilled that he's got an interview, and is probably happier with him today than she's been in years. I can use that. Watch.
Joe's easy. Men are, you know. The power of suggestion is huge with them. All I have to do is stand on his shoulder and whisper into his ear. It's not talking, really, in case you were gonna call foul on the whole you can't see or hear us thing. You can't, trust me. It's more like... breathing. I just kind of lean in and breathe into his ear. It might translate into something, in words, like, "Look at your wife," and check it out, Joe's turning his head! See what I mean? Easy peasy.
"Are you ready, baby?" See how she comes to stand next to the recliner like that? That was me. Look at the way she's looking at him. So hopeful. Now she's staring at the Christmas tree in the corner and thinking about how they're going to afford presents, and hoping he'll get a paycheck again before then. God, this job sucks sometimes. I hate knowing what's going to happen next. It's like knowing the ending to every book. Why read, then, you know what I'm saying?
"As I'll ever be!" See how he smiles up at her? The way his eyes move over the front of her t-shirt? Yep, me again. Ahh, there we go. Lynn isn't as easy, but for women, I don't even have to be close. It isn't breath with them, it's more like a "push." I guess you'd call it a thought, a suggestion. It isn't really, but whatever it takes for you to at least sort of understand...
See how she's straddling him? Well... we know where this is going, now, right? If there's one thing I enjoy, it's watching humans interact this way. We fairies have no gender, you know. That whole masculine and feminine thing doesn't translate. So if you were wondering, if I was a girl fairy or a boy fairy—I'm just Sam, that's all. We don't have all those interesting, fleshy parts.
I mean, look how they fumble with each other, their mouths and tongues mashing together like that? This is the only time I wonder what it must be like, to be human. The look on their faces at that moment of joining... see? The way his eyes close and his mouth opens, the way her head goes back and she grips his shoulders and digs her nails in... there's something there. Something really... interesting.
"Harder, baby!" There's that raspy gasp and clutch as she rocks on him, and you can actually hear their flesh coming together, like wet music that fills the room. Me, I just sit on the back of the recliner and enjoy the ride. All the thrusting and grunting and rocking is happening so fast, I have to hold on tight. Their whispers and moans grow louder, in spite of Lynn's words, "Shhhh, the kids are napping..."
"Ohhhh fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum!" Ahh, now this is the moment I love. How fleeting, how powerful... watching them arch and grab each other! The whole chair is shaking with the force of it, shuddering and rocking, and I'm holding on tight, that funny feeling kind of glowing in my middle as I watch.
Now's the time. It's just late enough. Hopping back onto Joe's shoulder, I breathe into his ear, just a little reminder.
"Ohhhh god, Lynn!" There, he's looking at his watch. "I'm gonna be late!"
