Magic Box

MAGIC BOX

Celia Daurand was born in New York to a white New Yorker and a black Frenchman. Her mother spent a year in southern France with the Peace Corp, assisting with the immigrant wave that flooded Europe after the west blew up the Middle East after World War II. Sue Webber met and married Philipe Daurand while in Marseille.

Celia studied cosmetology and became a makeup artist. She started working for Broadway but eventually moved to Hollywood for the larger opportunity of movies and plays. By the time she was twenty-nine, she was firmly established in one of the studios as a make-up and hair magician.

She grew to know many movie stars, as well as hundreds of actors trying to just make a living in the industry.

Osceola Beauregard Montgomery was born in Birmingham, Alabama. He is a full-blooded Seminole. For some reason Bo never understood, his native father loved the old south. Bo was named for P. G. T. Beauregard, the southern general that started the Civil War by firing on Ft. Sumpter. His mother insisted his first name be Osceola after the famous chief of the Seminoles. He didn't like the "Indian" name and went by Bo as soon as he was old enough to choose.

His father was a skilled carpenter who built homes throughout the south. Bo soon displayed skills in carpentry and electrical engineering. He had no time for years of schooling and began working with his father when he turned eighteen. His father finally insisted he go to trade school for the electrical. His father taught him all he needed to know about carpentry, but knew he needed more electrical knowledge than he could give him. Afterwards, Bo continued working with his father until his father died of a heart attack when he was only 55. It hit Bo so hard that he had to make a change. His mother lived with his sister, so Bo was free to go where he wanted. He had a friend at the trade school from LA who convinced him to go west. He decided he couldn't stay in Birmingham. His father was everywhere, and he needed a fresh start. LA it was.

His friend was in the International Alliance of Theatrical Stage Equity, or IATLSE. This is the union for the crews that work the theaters and movie sets. It took Bo a year of interning, but he eventually got his membership and a job working on movie and TV sets.

His skills in carpentry and electricity made him a valuable asset to his company and he worked regularly. In his job he had no contact with the cast of the productions he worked on and didn't really care to. He's a big man, 6'2" and weighed 220 pounds of solid muscle. Years of carrying fifty-pound bags of cement and trays of bricks and blocks made him strong and gave him a physique that could stop women in their tracks whenever he walked by. It didn't hurt that he had smoldering dark eyes with a strong southern accent that could melt women's hearts when he spoke.

Celia met Bo at a crew party after a large film wrapped. The cast would always have a wrap party, but the crew didn't get one most of the time. This movie had one and it was large, over one hundred people milling around that night.

Samantha Evans is a movie star, a real movie star. She's been in nearly a dozen large films before turning thirty and was a big draw. She was the star of the film the party was for. Celia was her makeup artist for the film. It was the second film in a row Celia had done her makeup and hair, and they hit it off.

Celia was very pretty, but she didn't consider herself movie star quality and never wanted to be in front of the camera. She liked being anonymous. Her figure was a little heavier than the ideal, but that was only because she enjoyed cooking and didn't really care what other people thought about her. Thanks to her father and independent mother, she had a more European outlook on life than the average American and didn't date many of the people around her. And she never dated actors. They were very insecure, constantly worrying about the next job, and how they looked. She did date some of the crew. They were more hard-working with a much more practical and down-to-earth understanding of life. She just didn't suffer fools gladly, and it got around.

The other thing that made it more difficult for her was her connection to the cast members. She had Samantha Evan's personal cell phone number. That is rare for a crew member. No one knew she had it, and she never called it, but she had it. By the time the movie had been finished, she knew most of the main cast members. She would see them on different movies and became well-known in the "B" to "A-minus" star arena, as well as the character actors. She liked them the best. They were grateful for the few days of shooting they got and were always very gracious to the crew.

Celia went to the party with another make-up artist, Wendy. They worked together several times and finally shared an apartment together. Wendy is the one who pointed out the tall, dark hunk that went walking by. "See him?" Pointing to Bo. "That's the guy all the women were talking about. He's a carpenter, or something. I don't really know, I just know he's gorgeous and I'd have his children right now without any promises."

That was the first time Celia saw Bo. She had to admit he was good looking, but she didn't know much about southern boys. Celia forgot about him and went back to hanging with Wendy. Thirty minutes later, while at the bar picking up their latest beers, she turned to leave and stepped in front of Bo. He bowled her over and she spilled the beers all over herself.

He helped her. "I'm so clumsy, I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

She smelled like beer, was wet, and not in a good mood. "Do you always run around without looking? You could crush me, you know?"

He looked so hurt, her anger disappeared instantly. "No ma-am. You're the first woman I've run down in years. Let me get you new beers." The bartender handed him a couple of towels, and he held them out to Celia. She began wiping herself down.

While drying off, Celia had time to think about this man. He seemed contrite, and he was certainly polite. His parents had raised him right. "Please, stop with the ma-am shit. My name is Celia."

This made him perk up. "Yes,,, Celia. I'm Bo. I'm sorry I ran you down, but I'm not sorry I finally got the chance to meet you. I've been trying to get up the courage to come over to you and introduce myself to you."

"To me?"

"Yes. You're gorgeous and my friend, Bill says you're a handful. Smart, and don't take any bullshit, if you'll pardon the French."

This made Celia laugh. She dated Bill, once. He was okay, but not what she was looking for. This guy, on the other hand.... She hadn't heard anyone call a curse word "French" since she was a kid. When she had dried off as much of the beer as she could, she just stood there, holding wet towels and looking at this man. She finally smiled. "No harm done, really. Why did you want to meet me?"

"I wanted to ask you to dinner. Now, I think I owe you dinner, at least. I promise to look where I'm going."

She laughed. "Under those circumstances, I accept." She gave him her number, took her two beers, and headed back to her table. Wendy watched the entire episode and was full of questions when she got back.

Bo watched her leave. From the back, she was graceful and had a great figure. Bo hadn't dated any black girls in Birmingham, but not because of any problem with them. He just didn't date much, and it takes a commitment in the south to date a black girl if you're not black. He would be okay because he was considered "brown" by most of the white people in the south. He would still get some looks, or a shake of the head, but that was usually when he dated white girls. If you aren't looking for forever, it was easier to date brown "right now" girls instead.

The dinner went well. Each thought the other worthy of more consideration, and after another date, Celia knew she was ready. She offered to make him dinner at her place, and Wendy found somewhere to go for the night.

Bo was happy how this was going. She was everything Bill told him she was. Beautiful, smart, and quick on her feet. He brought a bottle of wine for this dinner. Bo was sure he was getting lucky that night and came prepared.

The dinner was good, but they were each in a bit of a hurry. Neither had sex for a long time, and they were ready for at least a little heat, even if it didn't go any further than that. After dinner, she kicked off her shoes and they sat on the couch with another glass of wine.

Celia sat as close to Bo as she could have without hanging out a sign. He finally took the hint and reached for her. She let him pull her onto his lap. He had no problem picking her up and putting her on his lap. His strength made Celia's heart skip a beat. She wasn't big, she weighed around 130 pounds, and he picked her up with ease. He kissed her and she returned it with a fervor. He hugged her gently and began massaging her shoulders as she closed her eyes and put her head on his shoulder. He caressed her face until she took his hand and put it on her breast.

Her heart was racing, and she felt the heat between her legs. She was also sitting on a lap that suddenly had a pole in it. He took his free hand and put on her knee. She opened her legs just enough to give him the signal to continue, and he did. He pushed his hand between her legs and began stoking her over her panties.

Celia closed her eyes and enjoyed a man's hand between her legs. It had been too long. She hoped this man was good at this because she wanted him to satisfy her that night.

When Bo pushed his hand under her skirt, he was having trouble sitting on the couch. He knew she could feel him under her, and when he looked into her eyes, they both knew it was time. She lay back on the other arm and allowed him to massage her honey pot. It felt good.

She finally stood up, took his hand, and led him to her room. The room was ready for him. It was inviting and warm. He unzipped her dress, and she stepped out of it to reveal a matching bra and panties set she had bought for the occasion. The red in the set highlighted the caramel of her skin perfectly.

It was his turn. She began unbuttoning his shirt while he was removing his pants. When he stepped out of his pants and removed his shorts, she shivered a little. He was big enough for her. As she removed her bra and panties, she was hoping he knew what to do with it.

Most of her fears were alleviated when he pushed her down on the bed, pushed her legs apart, and dove into her. When Celia realized he was going to start on her first, her heart skipped a beat.

As most women do, she understood the differences in men and women. Mother nature gave the male the urge to procreate for survival of the species. His instinct is to get inside her as soon as possible. In humanity's early days, it had been necessary to get the job done as quickly as possible in case something interrupted the coupling. Therefore, a man's desire is like a fever; hot and quick. Everything is directed at his penis and his mind has one thought. Fuck now, fuck now.

Celia knew quick wasn't what a woman needed. She was an emotional creature and had needs that physical contact alone wouldn't meet. She needed to feel protected and cherished. She needed to know her man understood her basic needs and desires and would ensure she was satisfied before he ended the session. By him starting on her, she knew he was at least aware of this. She would have to wait for the next time they slept together to see if he was just trying to impress her, or if he would put her needs and desires above his own. She knew that the object of a man was to inject his seed into her. Once he does, the fever breaks, and most men are spent very quickly.

All those thoughts disappeared into the fog that enveloped her mind as he worked on her. The first orgasm caught her by surprise. He stayed until it hit suddenly. She grabbed the sheets and let out a loud moan. He buried his face into her pussy and held on as she rocked on the bed. She was very wet, and his face was covered with her juices. When he looked up at her, his face was very wet.

Bo wanted to dull her senses a little, figuring she had not had sex for as long as him, and he was afraid he wouldn't last very long the first time. He was very happy when he pulled an orgasm out of her so quickly. He had been right about the need, and now he could enjoy himself with the little dark French woman.

She held out her hands to him and he climbed her until he was lying on top of her, kissing her passionately. Her juices from his face dripped on her face, and she licked them up from her lips.

They were both ready for him to be in her. She needed to feel him in her. She wanted to know how he would feel inside her. She spread her legs and helped him into her. He pushed slowly until he was halfway in before he rested. She had her arms around him and her knees bent, waiting for him to fully possess her. When he finally did, it was wonderful for her. She could feel him deep inside her. He seemed to fill her up completely, and as he began stroking her, she closed her eyes and relaxed. This is how she needed to feel, how she wanted to feel. Her mind was screaming, take what I want to give you.

The first combined orgasm didn't take long. She held on tight as they combined their fluids together for the first time. When he finally stopped, he lay down on her breasts and sighed. She let out a breath and reveled in him possessing her. This part mother nature has perfected. The coupling of a committed pair is one of nature's wonders. It is unlike the rest of the animal kingdom. Almost every other male is gone as soon as he finishes. It is the human male's willingness to linger and cement the females' feelings is one thing that separates humans from the rest of the animal kingdom.

Bo hadn't disappointed in this regard. As Celia lay under him, her satisfaction was complete. She knew they weren't even close to being finished, but she already had two orgasms that she could use for many lonely nights ahead, depending on how many lonely nights she would have in the immediate future. From how well it had gone so far, she could envision this man between her legs as often as possible.

The mental picture of him between her legs gave her renewed strength, and she pushed him off her. He rolled over and she moved down him before he could do anything. It was his turn, and she took him in her mouth with gusto. He lay back and let her work on him. She got him hard again within a few minutes. When he was hard, she continued working on him. He was glad she was able to take all of him in her mouth. He was seven inches, thick, and could touch the back of her throat. She didn't act like she had a gag reflex and worked on him until he let go. He started to pull out before he fired, but she clamped down and made him fire into her mouth.

When he was finished, she turned back around while licking her lips. He kissed her and held her beside him while they recovered.

They went one more round before falling asleep in each other's arms. As each fell asleep, they dreamed of doing this again, and again in the future.

The next morning brought another round before the shower. Because it was the weekend, and neither of them had a set to go to, they spent the entire weekend exploring each other's bodies. They also did some things couples do; farmer's markets, lunch, shopping. By the time he went home on Monday, they both were comfortable with where they were as a couple and the path they wanted to take.

Because he had no roommate, she began staying over at his place many nights until they decided it was time for her to move in with him. They helped Wendy find another roommate, and one month after they first slept together, she was living at his place. They were a couple with plans for the future.

Samantha Evans was privately frustrated. Sure, she was a big star, made a lot of money and was famous, but she was lonely and desperately wanted the touch of a man who would treat her like a woman, not a meal ticket. Her last two boyfriends had been disasters. One was in the business, a "star" and he had been only concerned with building their images and publicity. They almost never had sex, and when they did, it was terrible for her. It was short and forgettable. The "normal" guy she tried next was so in awe of her that he wouldn't push back on anything she said or did, and she never felt like she had a man when she was with him. Even his attempts at sex were weak. She hasn't had an orgasm in more than a year, even when she tried herself. She couldn't bring herself to fulfilment, no matter what she tried. She was getting desperate. Her agent had purchased a couple of things in his name for her to try. He purchased her a sybian, but even that couldn't get her off. She had an impressive collection of vibrators and dildos and many lubes, but nothing could bring her to climax. She knew in her heart she needed a man to bring her satisfaction. Her agent had to stop her from ordering an escort for fear of damage to her reputation if discovered.

The next movie she starred in also had Celia as her make-up artist. By then, her and Bo had been together for nearly six months and were talking marriage. After a particularly bad day on the set, Samanatha finally broke down in front of Celia as she was helping her take her make-up off at the end of the day.

It was so bad that Celia called Bo and asked him to help her get home quietly. They were able to get her out of the studio without her being seen, and they drove her home. They helped her into her home and were ready to leave when she surprised them.

"Is there any way the two of you could stay here for a little while longer? I just can't be alone right now."

What were they going to say? She didn't want them to call her agent or publicist. So, they stayed and made a homecooked meal for her out of the goods in her kitchen. Her staff had already left, and she was alone, except for her maid.

Celia had talked about Bo so much around Samantha that she knew what Bo did for a living. By the time dinner was finished, Samantha was pretty drunk. Celia told Bo she would get her to bed, and they would leave.

Bo waited downstairs while Celia helped her to her room upstairs. Within a few minutes, Celia was calling for Bo to come upstairs.

When he arrived at her bedroom, he found her in the bathroom, and Celia sitting on the bed. "Bo, I don't know what to do. She is in no shape for us to leave. She keeps mumbling about her "sex machine" being broken." Celia pointed to a covered machine in the corner. Bo pulled the cover off to find her sybian. "Is that what I think it is?"

Bo nodded. "You should try one of those. It'll pound you into submission if you let it."

Celia shook her head. "I'd rather you pounded me into submission than a machine."

He smiled. "And I'd be happy to pound you into submission anytime you wish. Apparently, she doesn't have a man to do it for her."

Celia nodded and looked toward the bathroom. "I know. She told me about her problems. We seem to be getting closer with each movie I work on with her. She desperately needs a man. Maybe you can get this thing fixed for her? It'd be something, anyway."

He pulled the cover off and was running through the wiring when Sam came out of the bathroom. At first, she didn't realize what he was doing, but when he connected the loose wire and put the cover back on, she saw him. "What're you doing with that?"

He hit the switch, and it jumped into life. "I fixed it for you. It just had a loose wire."

She sat on the edge of the bed and watched it vibrate. It is like a saddle with an electronic vibrator in the middle of the seat. Millions of women love riding these things. "Don't think too harshly about me having that thing."

"Miss Evans don't give it another thought. There's nothing wrong with this, or anything else you can find to help you get through the night." He smiled at her. "Believe me, you're just a normal woman with normal needs. It is natural."

She looked at him for a second, and fell over on her bed, asleep. Celia and Bo put her under the covers, turned out the lights, and went home. Bo thought as they left, "That is one unhappy woman, movie star or not."

For the next week, Samantha didn't say anything to Celia about that night. She finally addressed it while Celia was helping her take the warpaint off after work. "Celia, I want to apologize to you and your boyfriend for the way I behaved last week."

"Miss Evans, there is no need for you to apologize for anything. We were glad to help."

"Please call me, Sam. That's the least I can do after that."

"Okay, Sam. Here's how I see it. You must be very careful because of the public. The cameras follow you wherever you go. Truthfully, we feel sorry for you. I'd be glad to help you any way I can. Bo feels the same way. That night is forgotten. If you need help any other night, it is okay with us."

"I feel like I need to give you something for your help."

"I don't want anything but your friendship. I know you can't believe that, and I'm okay with that. We will never take advantage of you. I don't want to be famous; I have all I need in Bo. We make enough money. It's a good life."

That was that for a month. She had started drinking at the studio. One Friday, Celia called Bo, and they had to get her out of the studio without anyone seeing how drunk she was, and they took her home again. This time they just put her to bed and left.

They got a call from her the next morning, asking them to come over to see her. They found her in the living room in a robe. She was a mess. "Thanks for coming over. I don't know why I called you. I can't get caught drinking, or my career will be over." She started crying.

Bo looked at Celia. Celia held up her hands. Okay, Bo, thought, I'll give this a shot, but he knew this would end up badly. "Sam, we'll help you, but you must be totally honest with us. Understand?" She stopped crying and nodded. "First, are you hung over right now?" She shook her head. "So, if I tell you some things to do, you'll be able to remember them, right?" She nodded.

Bo took Celia aside. "If I start helping her, it is going to be hard on you. We have no idea where this will go. I need you to step in anytime you are uncomfortable. Promise?" She nodded, and Bo went back to Sam.

"Sam, first, Celia is going to take you upstairs and get a shower and fresh clothes. When you are dressed, call me and I will come up."

Celia nodded, took Sam by the hand and headed up the stairs.

Thirty minutes later, they called him, and he went to Sam's bedroom. She was dressed in a nice pair of jeans with a halter top. Good.

"Sam, can I assume a lot of your unhappiness is caused by your relationships?" Sam nodded. "Because you are famous, it is hard for you to find a man who can overlook the pedestal you are on and treat you just like a woman with a man. Am I correct?" She nodded. "I can tell. I've seen the tabloids. So, the first thing we must do is restore your self-image. You must feel like a desirable woman. A woman who is not famous, just a woman. That will be difficult. Will you try?"

She nodded.

"I am going to ask you some very personal questions now. You will be embarrassed, but you must answer truthfully if I am to help you. Ready?" She nodded. "How long has it been since you had an orgasm that was not of your own making?"

She began crying. After several minutes, she squeaked out. "Years."

"How long has it been since you had an orgasm that was your own making?"

The crying continued. "At least a year. Even the machine doesn't help."

Bo patted her on the shoulder. "It's okay, Sam. We can fix this. You can have orgasms again."

He pulled Celia aside. "Do you think you would be able to inspect her vagina? We need to know if there is a physical problem before we move to psychological problems."

Celia looked at Bo for a hard minute. Finally. "I was with a girlfriend once, when I was in college. I'm not afraid of a pussy, but I don't want to play in it, either."

"But you could look her over and see how much lubrication we can get?"

Bo stood up. "Sam, I'm going outside while you and Celia do something, okay? Call me when you are finished."

Bo went into the hall.

Celia turned to Sam. "Okay, Sam, I need you to pull your jeans down and show me your vagina."

Sam gasped. "What are you talking about?"

"We need to see if there is a physical problem before we start on the psychological damage you have suffered."

Sam was sitting on the edge of her bed. For a moment, Celia thought this might be the end of it. But Sam finally stood up and began unfastening her jeans. Celia turned Sam and she bent over the bed, exposing herself to Celia.

Celia gently put her finger into Sam's vagina. It was dry, desert dry. Celia took some lube out of Sam's nightstand and squirted some on her finger. She then put some on Sam's vagina. She then carefully inserted her finger into Sam. Sam shuddered when Celia first violated her but settled down quickly.

Celia massaged Sam's pussy and clit for a couple of minutes. Sam didn't appear to have any feelings.

Celia finally stopped, wiped her hand and Sam's vagina and told her to pull her jeans up. When Sam was dressed, Cilia called Bo back in.

"Nothing. She is still dry. I don't think she can get any juices flowing right now."

"This is worse than I thought. We are going to have to work on her mind. I may have to do some of this. Are you okay with me seeing her naked?"

Celia didn't like that idea at all. "Let me think about it, okay? I know you're not talking about fucking her, but she is a beautiful woman, prettier than me."

"No way, you're my perfect woman. I just won't do it."

"I have an idea. Sam, I must go home and see my mother. For today, I want you to go with Celia for a long drive up the coast. Stop somewhere and get some lunch. Let the people see you, and talk to you, okay? I'm sure your publicist won't like it, but you need positive reinforcement right now. We'll fix your public esteem first and tackle your private esteem later. You okay with that, my love?" Celia smiled and nodded.

"Okay, how about you, Sam?" She smiled for the first time and nodded. "Great, we have a plan."

Bo and Celia went home. When they were in the car, Celia wanted to know about going to his mother. "Why do you need to see your mother?"

"She has experience in these things. I'll explain when I get back."

He was on a plane to Alabama the next day.

It took him a couple of days to get what he needed. When he called Celia to say he was renting a car to drive home, she had questions. He told her to trust him, and she'd see him in a couple of days.

He was beat by the time he got home. "You want to explain to me why you couldn't fly home?"

"Yeah." He took a small package out of his suitcase. "This is a variation of the hallucinaut drug, ayahuasca. For obvious reasons, I couldn't take it onto an airline. I'd never get it by security."

"What the hell do you need with a drug like that?" It dawned on Celia. "You're not thinking about giving that to Sam? If something went wrong, and she ended up in a hospital, it would ruin her career."

"I know, and we'll let her make the decision. This is what my people have used to help troubled people clear their minds for many years. It works pretty well. My people have had natural medicines for hundreds of years. This is just one."

Celia called Sam and told her Bo was back with something that might help her. She wanted them at her house immediately. When they arrived, they found her in a desperate state. She hadn't worked for a couple of days. The company finally told her to take a couple of weeks off to clear her head.

She still had twelve days left but didn't look any better than before. She was drunk and Celia had to take her upstairs and get her in the shower. Afterwards, Celia got her into her sweats and got her into bed. "You know, if we leave, she'll just get drunk again. We're going to have to stay here if we want her sobered up."

Celia knew Bo was right. Celia decided to sleep beside Sam in her bed. Bo took the guest room, and they got through the night.

The next morning, she was hungover but not drunk. They poured coffee into her all morning until she could speak without holding her head.

Sam finally looked Bo in the eye. "Is there anything we can do to get my head back on straight?"

"I have some ideas, but they are risky. I'm not going to lie or mislead you. This has worked for my people for a long time, but we have no idea how it would affect you. You have not taken any of our natural medicines like we have, and you have no built-up resistance to them. If we do this, we will need to keep it low and slow."

"What is it?" Sam still had her head in her hands. "I think I'd try almost anything to not lose this movie. I can't keep drinking, but I can't stop."

"Sam, have you drunk much before?"

"No, this is something totally new to me."

"What has come into your life that has changed your outlook? Something triggered this. If we can discover what that is, we have a starting point."

Sam sat, holding her head in her hands, and didn't say anything.

"Sam, Sam. You know what it is, don't you? You don't want to tell me, do you?"

"I can't. I just can't."

"I understand you're embarrassed. That's normal. But we can't help you if you don't help us. Please. Please tell us what triggered this latest round of depression."

Sam wouldn't look at them. "It's you."

That hit Celia like a gut punch. How could it be them? What had they done to her?

Sam finally looked at Celia. She was crying. "Don't you understand. I was depressed and figured this was just going to be my life now. I thought I had to choose fame and money, or love, and I couldn't have both. I kept telling myself I could live with my decision. Then you show up in my life, with the perfect boyfriend. You have it all, a great job, happiness, and him." She pointed at Bo.

Bo thought Celia might have been the trigger but didn't want to say anything. Now they must deal with it.

"Don't misunderstand me. I don't want your boyfriend. It's not him personally, just the idea of him. I began having the old nightmares of some of my experiences with the assholes again. I finally couldn't take it any longer. Drinking made me not think about it any longer."

"We may have something that can help, but it is risky. I got it from my mother, the Seminole medicine woman."

Sam looked strange. "What, some roots or herbs?"

"Yeah, but with a kick."

"How big a kick?"

"It varies by each person. To some, it's a wonderful expanding of one's psyche."

"And others?"

"It's a little harsher. It helps your mind explore the areas it may be hiding under normal circumstances."

"Is it safe?"

"Under normal circumstances, yes. My people have been using it for centuries."

"What would you compare it to?"

"Some compare it to LSD."

Sam turned to Celia. "What would you do? Would you take it?"

Celia looked at Bo. "Maybe, if I was desperate enough."

She stood up. "Okay, let me think about this tonight. You guys can go home now. I'll be okay alone tonight."

They hugged her and went home.

Sam sat and thought about it for a couple of hours. She knew she had to do something. If she continues on this course, she'll soon never be able to get another movie part. She would do almost anything to prevent that from happening. The more she thought about it, the more she was willing to risk it. Thousands of other people have taken ayahuasca, and no one had died that she is aware of. She made her decision.

Sam called Celia the next morning with her decision. Bo asked Sam if she had a private place they could go, away from anywhere they might encounter people. "Sure, I have a cabin in Big Bear. It's secluded. We can go there."

Big Bear is a ski resort area east of Los Angeles. "Pack some clothes. We are going to stay at least a week."

They picked Sam up by noon, and by three that afternoon they were at the cabin. They needed Sam to stay hidden, so Celia and Bo went shopping for food and anything else they thought they might need.

They discussed their plan of action over dinner that evening. Bo headed up the conversation. "Alright, we are going to start with a starter dose, just to see how you react."

Sam had been quiet since they left. She finally spoke. "I wonder if Celia would do this with me? I'm afraid to try it alone."

Bo didn't like that idea at all. He wasn't risking Celia for Sam. Sorry. But Sam was very nervous and was hesitating.

Finally, Celia took Bo aside. "Is this really just like LSD? I've taken that before, and it wasn't that bad for me. We need to just get this over with. How many doses do you think this might take?"

"It could be three or four. Everyone is different. I don't want you to do this."

Celia looked at Sam. "You have become one of my very best friends. I'd like to think you'd do this for me if the situation was reversed. Bo doesn't want me to do this, but I can't walk away from you in your moment of need. I'll try at least one dose."

Bo knew if he didn't let her, they would have trouble in the future. He knew he couldn't start trying to tell her what to do. Celia was not the type of woman to be dictated to. He would have to let her make up her own mind. "Okay. It's settled. We start in the morning. Try to get a good night's sleep."

Bo made love to Celia that night. He wasn't superstitious, but he did want one more time with her, just in case. Celia knew what he was thinking, and to be honest, so was she.

The next morning, they had breakfast first. When they couldn't put it off any longer, he had them sit down in the living room.

He brought a few things he hadn't shown them. Things like rope and restraints. Since this concerned her sexual health, he had also brought Sam's bag of vibrators. He had no idea what she would want, or what he would need. He wanted to be prepared for as much as he could.

When they were comfortable, he gave each a small dose. At first, nothing appeared to change. Sam began talking under her breath. She wasn't hallucinating, she was talking about her life before. Celia was happy, and she started giggling.

An hour in, Sam continued to talk about something in her past when she suddenly jumped up and started stripping her clothes off. Before Bo could stop her, she was down to her bra and panties. He had to bear hug her to keep her from removing the rest. He kept talking to her, but he had no idea what she was hearing.

Celia began removing her clothes. He didn't rush to stop her. He'd seen her enough already, and he couldn't keep ahold of both. She was soon naked and dancing around the room, laughing.

Bo needed to do something to keep Sam from removing the rest of her clothes. After holding her for several minutes, he finally took the rope he had brought and tied her to a dining room chair. She didn't mind. She was still talking about something.

When Sam was secure, Bo grabbed Celia and held her on his lap.

A couple of hours later, both settled down until they were calmed.

He helped Celia put her clothes back on and let her go. Sam was pulling on the rope. "What's this? Why am I tied up?"

"Well, you see you're in your bra and panties. If I hadn't tied you up, you'd be naked now. What can you tell me about what you experienced?"

Bo untied her and she stretched. She didn't make any move to put the rest of her clothes on, and Bo thought it was best to see where this went.

"It was wonderful. I felt free and excited. I felt liberated."

She was in her own world, mumbling about happiness. Celia was back and just watched her.

"What do you think, Bo?"

"I think she went back to a happier time. It's a good start. How are you?"

"Not bad. It wasn't as bad as LSD. Of course, each time is different. How's Sam?"

"Good. She had a good experience. Tonight, I'll give her the normal amount. Are you finished with this now?"

"We'll see if she lets me be done."

They rested for several hours until it was almost dark. Sam finally went into her bedroom and got dressed.

They ate dinner and talked about their experiences. Sam was excited and wanted to go again. Bo wasn't so excited but finally relented.

Sam still insisted Celia do it again. She wanted a "partner" in this experience. Bo cheated, and only gave Celia a small dose, but he gave Sam a full dose.

It wasn't long before Sam was flying high. When she began stripping again, Bo realized this time she had left the bra and panties off. She was naked before he could get to her, but she jumped on the coffee table and began "swimming" on the table.

Sam was in a different world. The colors were beautiful, the ocean was in front of her, calling her name. She had to swim. It was warm and wonderful. She flipped over on her back and began doing the backstroke.

"Sam, Sam, tell me where you are."

The voice was loud and thunderous. It was coming from above her. Who could it be, but God. How else could be above the ocean. "I'm swimming in the ocean, Lord. You know that."

Bo was happy she could talk to him, but not happy about her thinking he was God. But that would help with what he wanted to plant in her mind.

"Sam, are you happy?"

"Yes, Lord, I'm very happy."

"Good, please stop swimming, and lay still." She stopped and lay on her stomach. "I want you to think about having sex with the man you love. Can you do that?"

"Yes." She giggled. She began moving around on her back, shaking her behind and moaning.

"Sam, freeze. Stop moving." She froze in mid wiggle. Her legs were slightly apart and Bo gently pushed his finger into her vagina. It was wet. She had produced the juice needed to have sex. That was a good sign. "Sam, I want you to build up to a good orgasm and enjoy it. Can you do that?"

She started moaning and put her finger into herself. She worked herself until she exploded on her finger and came hard. Bo was happy she was able to have an orgasm. It was under a drug, but it was a start.

Sam was in heaven, literally. She thought she had just been fucked by God, and her mind melted under that thought. She was another Mary. Her body felt warm, like it was an incubator to house God. "Lord, please fuck me again. Please. I'm ready for you."

Bo knew he had a problem. When she sat up and began running around the living room, he knew he had to restrain her until she came down. He caught her over his shoulder and took her to the dining table. She was swinging her arms and kicking her feet. She kept calling for God to fuck her. Bo tied her arms to the legs on one side and her legs to the other side. At least now he wouldn't have to worry about her running out the door. She finally lay still, calling on God to fuck her again.

Bo went to check on Celia. She was in her own world, but happy. "Celia, can you hear me?"

"Yes, lover, I hear you. Would you please fuck me? I'm horny. I need you inside me now. Fuck me now."

Bo looked at his girlfriend on the couch in front of him. She had stripped her clothes off while he was occupied with Sam. She spread her legs and smiled. "Come on, stud. Bring that weapon over here and deflower me." She leaned back and offered herself to him. He couldn't resist and leaned over her until he could insert himself into her. She was very wet, and he slipped in easily. He fucked her with all the enjoyment possible. She came immediately but was still wanting more. "Don't stop, lover. You can do it again, I know you can."

He hadn't stopped fucking her. She was ready again the instant she finished the first time. He fucked her and fucked her, and fucked her, for nearly thirty minutes. He had no idea where he got the stamina, but the wild woman under him didn't hurt any.

When he came, it was the best orgasm he could remember having with Celia. He pulled out and splashed his seed all over her stomach and mound. Bo collapsed on her, but she was still awake and ready for more.

He didn't have any more, but he now knew what to give her if he wanted to heat her up. She was insatiable.

He left Celia drooling on the couch, and headed back to check on Sam.

"Sam, I want you to concentrate on one of your favorite sexual fantasies. As you replay it in your mind, allow yourself to feel sexual pleasure."

Sam was smiling and licking her lips. When he told her to concentrate on a sexual fantasy, it only took her a couple of minutes until she started to frown. "Get away from me, Wilbur. You're not supposed to do that to me." She started shaking and trying to get loose.

Bo didn't know who Wilbur was, but he had a pretty good idea about where her sexual problems might be coming from. When he put his finger into her to check, she was dry and very agitated.

"Sam, it is okay. Wilbur is not here. You are safe."

"Sam, listen to me. You have a wonderful gift. This is a gift that is yours to give. It should not be taken by anyone. Wilbur will never touch you again." Sam was still agitated. "Sam, calm down. You are safe. Wilbur took something from you, and I am going to give it back to you. Your vagina is for your pleasure, not for a man alone. It is your special magic box, a place you can give to someone or use yourself as you please. It was designed for pleasure, as well as procreation. It was designed for your pleasure. You should use it as often as you wish, either by yourself or with someone you wish to give it to. Remember, no one is allowed to see, touch, or use it without your permission. I will be very displeased with anyone who attempts entry without your consent. I swear this to be true forever more. Sam, please relax, go to sleep and dream of sexual pleasure. It is a gift I give to you."

She relaxed and went to sleep.

Celia was frigging herself, trying to get off again. She was still horny. He was ready enough to try again. He picked her up off the couch and turned her over on her stomach. She giggled and began shaking her ass. "Come and get it, big boy. Mount me with that horse dick of yours. Ride me until I faint. I need you inside me again."

Bo had no idea this would be her reaction to the drug, but he definitely wanted to keep a supply around if this was how it affected Celia.

She was slapping her ass and looking back at him with wild emotion in her eyes. Celia was scaring him, but he wasn't going to miss the opportunity to fuck this wild filly before she came back to earth. He climbed aboard and pushed in as deeply as he could until his balls were slapping her. She was warm and wet and her willingness and desire for him to fuck her made it very difficult for him to hold on long. He tried to go slowly, but she just pushed back on him until he came inside her. When he did, she screamed and cursed at no one in particular. "Ride me, you bastard. Fuck me until I bleed, own it, take it." She continued until he had to get off. His dick was getting sore, and she had to be sore.

He finally whispered into her ear. "Sleep Celia, sleep. You are tired. You need to sleep."

She fell over on the couch, asleep. That scared him more than the other. It was like he hit her with a club, or something. She just did as she was told. He knew she would never believe how she had behaved that night when he tried to tell her.

Celia was feeling great. She was as horny as she could ever remember being. The sight of that large, bronze man standing in the room made her pussy wet. He was her man, and she needed him inside her. That dick was all she could think about. She didn't remember where she was, who the other naked woman was tied to the table. All she knew was, her stud had to relieve her tension now. To her, he kept leaving too soon, she wasn't ready yet. She didn't realize how tired she really was until the voice told her she was. It felt so right to go to sleep and rest for the next fucking.

The two women slept until morning. Bo put a blanket on Sam, but left her tied up in case she woke up while Bo was asleep, and did something everyone would regret. Bo slept on the couch near Celia. It wasn't a good night of sleep for him. He would wake up every so often to check on both women. They were always where he had left them.

By dawn, he gave up and made some coffee. Celia woke up first. "Good morning, my love. How much of what you did last night do you remember?"

Celia rubbed her eyes and tried to shake her head. "It's all a fog. I know I'm sore now. What did we do last night?"

"Well, we know that drug makes you horny, with a capital H. I couldn't satisfy you. I tried. I fucked you for over thirty minutes the first time, and nearly ten minutes the second time. You had orgasm after orgasm, but you didn't want to stop. We may need to keep some of this stuff around. You're a wild animal."

"Not if it makes me this sore. And I don't remember any of it, so what's the point? I want to enjoy it, not be a zombie fuckbot for you."

Before Bo could respond, Sam woke up. She discovered she was tied up and yelled for help.

"Sam, I'm here." He untied her and helped her up. She realized she was naked, and he got her a robe.

"So, you've seen the merchandise?"

"You made it pretty hard not to. And Celia was busy on her own little trip. How was your experience, by the way?"

"I know it was crazy, but I had the thought I was talking to God. He told me what to do, and when I did it, I had a real sexual experience again."

"So, who's Wilbur?" Her face clouded over, and she wrapped her arms around herself. "I know it's bad, but you need tell me."

"Wilbur was the director of the first movie I was in. I wasn't more than nineteen, and he came to my dressing room to "help" me with my lines. Before I knew what he was doing, he was on top of me, ripping my clothes. I cried and tried to make him stop, but he didn't and raped me right there. For the entire duration of the shoot, he would come to my dressing room often to have sex with me. He told me it was how the movie industry worked, and that he had done it with all his female stars. It wasn't until my second film that I learned how evil he really was. I was afraid to tell anyone how gullible I had been. I buried it deep and haven't thought about it in years."

"I'm sorry, Sam but that isn't true. When I told you to finger yourself and have an orgasm, you started out doing it until you started yelling for Wilbur to stop. I had to tell you to sleep to calm you down. That is the root of your present sexual frustrations. His memories are blocking your mind to keep you from feeling him again."

Sam buried her head in her hands and cried. All she could say was. "That bastard is still fucking me now, after all this time."

Bo put his hand on her shoulder. He smiled. "Now that we know why, we can fix it. We will banish him from your mind, I promise you."

Bo had the idea that maybe "God" could help her get rid of Wilbur. "I think one more time for you should do the trick." Bo looked at Celia. "I think you're done."

Celia nodded. "I think I won't be able to fuck again for at least a week. I don't want to get anywhere near that stuff again."

Bo laughed. "Not so fast. We can cut down the dose, but you were fantastic. You ravished me, drained everything I had to give. I almost had to hide from you, you little vixen you."

Celia was very sore but hearing him talk about her that way gave her a warmth in her heart she wasn't sure she had ever matched. Her man just told her that she was more than he could handle. What woman wouldn't want to hear that from her man? As long as he wasn't a wimp, it would be great.

The next morning, Bo prepared a regular dose for Sam. There would be no dose for Celia today. After he gave it to Sam, they all waited.

Now Celia would get to see and hear what went on. Bo hoped it was as good a show as the other two had been.

It took less time for her to get high. Each time it was quicker as her body adjusted to the drug. This would have to be the last time. Bo didn't want her addicted to this, if that was a worry. He didn't even know, and he had forgotten to ask his mother.

"Sam, I want you to use this vibrator on yourself. Can you do that?"

Celia's eyes got really big with that one. But what happened next left her speechless. "Yes, Lord, I will do as commanded."

Celia watched as Sam lifted her sundress and lay back on the couch. She shoved the vibrator past her panties, and into her pussy. She was wet and ready. As she began fucking herself, she suddenly stopped and screamed. "No, Wilbur stop."

Bo was ready. In the deepest voice he could muster, he spoke. "Wilbur, you will leave this young girl's mind forever, or you will rot in hell for all eternity."

Sam lay still for a couple of minutes, then she began moving the vibrator in and out of her pussy. Both Bo and Celia could see she was wet, and her eyes told them she was enjoying this in her own world. She continued until she stiffened and let out a loud moan. She shook for a minute before relaxing back onto the couch.

Celia's mouth was open. She was staring at Sam. Bo just smiled. "Yeah, it's been a wild weekend so far. At least she didn't mention what's his name this time."

Celia sat down beside Sam and held her until her eyes cleared and she could speak again. Celia kissed her on the cheek as she looked up at Celia. "What did I do this time?"

"Nothing except have one of the largest orgasms I've ever seen. You were wicked with that vibrator. You'll drain the dick off any man that gets near you, I promise you."

Sam couldn't have been happier if she had just won an Oscar. As they headed to the bathroom, Bo heard Sam say, "Details, please, details."

After lunch, they headed home. They dropped Sam off at her house and went home.

They took a little moratorium on sex for a few days until Celia could walk straight again.

Bo got a job on another film, but Celia was still with Sam. Production started back up the next day after they returned. Sam was great in her role, and the studio loved her work.

She spent her free time with Celia. It was not long before a studio executive started hanging around Sam. He said he was there as the studio's "representative" but it became apparent that he wanted to be near Sam.

They began dating shortly after that. They maintained their private affair for six months, until they went to the Oscars and walked the red carpet together. The cat was out of the bag.

Celia and Bo got married a few months later. They got married in New York. Both her parents and Bo's mother and sister attended. When Celia met Bo's mother, she kissed her and thanked her for the drug Bo had gotten from her.

Celia and Sam were friends for the rest of their lives. The couples even went on vacations together sometimes. Celia was happy that Sam's husband turned out to be a good man who loved Sam as she was, not some movie star.

Mother always assumed Bo had gotten the potion for Celia, and they never told her the truth.