Paradise City

Chapter 3:

Killer Queen

Paradise hasn't got moral laws. Paradise isn't a place where you can find Jesus, Yahweh, Allah or the Devil. You'll find churches and temples, but you'll find no God here. What you find is your own darkness, and your own desire. The town was once a city of Desire. It was once a land of lust. The legend has faded, the power has been lost.

What is power? What drives living creatures to continue living? Paradise is a term, a place and an object, always being sought, and always being taken away. Its a cycle, like karma, going 'round and 'round in circles. In the end, always in the end, it comes back to you.

This is but the first Act of the tale of Paradise. The old ones have already made their dying predictions. The Rainbow Demon rides on a horse of crimson fire, seeking his Lady of the Morning. A Traveler in Time.

Izria Wallace was not a being that fit in with the locked up souls of Paradise. She was free, in mind, body and spirit, liberated in her pursuit of lust and pleasure. An impossible creature made all-too-real in this strange new age. She's a Killer Queen, gunpowder, gelatine, dynamite with a laserbeam.

She's guaranteed to blow your mind, anytime.

* * *

She stared in a degree of surprise at Urick, along with Daryl, Carol and Yoliee as the non-human finished his story about the midnight encounter. They stood in a hallway between periods, by their respective lockers. She snorted in derision as he told his tale, calling him a liar and a storyteller, but she knew the truth.

She could...she couldn't explain it, but she could tell. He was relaxed, with a strange swagger and a relaxed grin, his eyes softer, less scared. He leaned on the wall easily, telling the story, with every detail, blow by blow, no pun intended.

Izria shook her head as he finished.

"Hmph. Well, I won't say if you're telling the truth or not, but I wish I got more midnight encounters like you do. I'd kill for a ten inch wolfman, wouldn't you Carol?"

Carol blinked, blushing, her face turning bright crimson.

"Oh ye-no! No, I'm very satisfied with my Daryl, and I wouldn't even want to dream of anyone else."

She draped an arm around his waist and they kissed softly, lovingly, in the most perfectly sweet way, like a couple in a movie. It made Izria gag. They were so goody-goody! It drove her nuts. She shook her head, turning back towards the school.

"Well, I'll leave you queers and the gay-cat to your devices. I have more important things to do, school is almost over, and while you all may have fun getting boners at storytime, *I* have more important things to do."

The more important thing she had to do involved getting laid. She had been quite proud of her self-control, resisting even getting oral sex for a whole week, just to prove she could, but a week was too long, especially now with her body heated up by the descriptions of gay sex.

All through last period, biology, she kept adjusting her skirt and toying with her hair, her face flushed some as she eyed the men in her class. She'd already had most between her legs, with very little else to talk about afterwards. Losing her virginity at 13 had allowed Izria to sample most of what high school sex could offer.

Still, one had been catching her eye now, and it was about time she claimed something different. The "different" stake she sought to claim was a lad by the name of Ormus. A non-human, which was exciting in its own right, but a non-human equine.

The horse-man was sprawled in his desk, his eyes half-closed as their teacher droned on and on about the energy transfers between mitochondria and...god knows. Izria never paid attention to this class. She figured she knew well enough about biology not to worry.

Though, she thought with a cat-like smirk, she wouldn't mind learning more about Ormus' biology. He was unofficially labeled as the second most attractive male in the school (the first being, unfortunately, gayer then Christmas). The fact that she hadn't already let him have his way with her was, simply put, because he hadn't asked.

This would deter a lesser female, but Izria Wallace was no lesser anything. She'd studied his schedules and knew he had to stay after school, sweeping hallways. Screw paying attention and taking notes for biology, she took notes on what interested Ormus.

Grades come and go, but sex is forever, so she often said. She giggled, squirming in her seat, wishing away the slowly moving minutes. At long last the bell rang out, shrill and strident, yet to the class's ears it was the sweetest sound in the world.

They rushed towards the door in a mad stampede, the teacher, Mr. Malkins (a non-human, for record's sake), barely able to shout their homework assignment over the din. Izria slunk back, keeping a casual eye on Ormus. The equine sighed, pushing his books into a large satchel and standing. He wore shorts, despite the recent cold weather, and Izria would've sworn it was to punish her hungry eyes.

They were so tight on him, she could see the loose change in his back pocket. A dollar twenty-five, and a paperclip. In his front, she could see a large bulge, imagining in her fevered mind the monster that lay within. She couldn't wait to sink her teeth into it, quite literally.

She stayed near Ormus as he headed towards the detention hall, giving in his slip and getting his broom. He began sweeping the longest hallway first, moving at a brisk, angry pace. Izria waited halfway down the hall, watching the last of the students leave. She placed a cigarette between her thick, glossy red lips, making sure he saw her run her tongue over it before lighting it up. She took a drag and pulled it out, smiling a smile that would make the pope pop a boner.

"Hey there...Ormus, right? That sweeping looks awfully hard..."

He looked down at the pile of dust at his feet, straightening it some with the tattered broom in his hands, his brown coat sleek with fur.

"Yeah, I guess it looks like that. Who're you again?"

She had expected him to know her, but this could work in her favor. She moved forward a little, putting on her best pout she could muster, her eyes looking like the image of innocence.

"You don't know me? I'm hurt, we share most of our classes..."

"A bit sensitive, aren't you? I don't care about whatever we do in class."

She giggled, immaturely. Most men loved to feel that they were in control, and he had an anger in him. She could manipulate that, very easy.

"Oooo, a rebel eh? I hate my classes too, like that Mr. Malkin's biology-ugh! It has got to be the most boring class in school."

"That's not saying much. Look, I really gotta get back to sweeping, and since I don't know you..."

Shit, she was losing him. That didn't happen often. She moved forward, hurridly speaking.

"Ah, M-my name is Izria Wallace. A pleasure to meet you."

"Yeah, well, I'm Ormus, nice talking to you."

He kept sweeping, moving past her, and she could hear her libido demanding she give chase. She would not be deterred! She moved alongside him, following him as he swept.

"Do you really enjoy sweeping that much?"

"I don't want to get into anymore trouble. I didn't need this detention, and it'll only look bad on my record."

"You care about a permanent record, but you don't care about class?"

He snorted in annoyance.

"I already know everything they teach me. I'm not disinterested, I'm bored with it."

She smiled, leaning against the wall, her hands ever-so carefully sliding her skirt up, showing off the lacy pink of her panties. She giggled another girlish giggle.

"Mmm, well, I know something that's more fun then sweeping and class. The teachers won't check on you until the end of the first hour...we have lots of time..."

He stopped, staring at her, his eyes widening slightly. A silence filled the air, a bead of sweat trickling down Izria's smooth, creamy thighs, the skirt raising ever-so-slowly higher. Ormus opened his mouth, letting out a ragged breath. Finally, he broke the silence with his answer.

"No."

What!?

"What!?"

She stumbled forward, thrown off-balance. She had been perfect! How the fuck could this little queer refuse her?

"What, are you gay or something?"

He groaned, pushing past her.

"No. I just don't want to ride a bike everyone else has already been on."

She roared in anger at his retreating back, her face purple with fury.

"Oh, you cheeky little shit! Just wait, I'll get the spare broom and shove it up your ass! You'd prolly enjoy that, wouldn't you? Cocksneeze!"

She stormed after him, stopping when he casually replied.

"If you're desperate to fuck something, find a stray dog, or seduce a teacher. Heavens, you won't get a passing grade otherwise."

She clenched her fists, gnashing her teeth, her face the picture of absolute fury. She turned to leave, stumbling on the stilettos she'd worn and falling to the floor, scraping her knees. She growled in frustration, hitting the floor in anger, hissing like a wild beast.

As her temper tantrum lessened, she began to clear her head. Well, fuck Ormus. Little shit licker was probably useless in the sack anyway. She'd just head home and read her novel or...shit. She'd left her backpack in the biology room.

She stood slowly, sighing in annoyance as she moved back towards the classroom, hoping Mr.Malkin hadn't already locked up. She turned the handle hopelessly and was surprised to find the door unlocked. She pushed it open, walking into the dim, dusty classroom slowly.

Mr. Malkin was at his desk, packing up the practice first aid kits he planned to have the seniors play with for tomorrow's class. He heard the door open and turned to see Izria enter. His fox-like face had an expression of confusion on it. Izria Wallace never spent anymore time in his class then she had to.

She smiled a forced smile at him.

"Have to get my backpack, Mr. Malkin, I almost left it behind."

He blinked, nodding in realization.

"Oh...Oh! That's why you're here, yes, yes, well go--go ahead, I haven't moved anything."

Izria grumbled to herself, taking another drag of her cigarette as she grabbed her abandoned bag from her desk and made for the door. Mr. Malkin cleared his throat.

"Miss Wallace, no smoking on school grounds. Toss that cigarette in the trash and-oh, your knees!"

He pointed at where she'd scraped her knees. The dirty floor of the hallway had left black smears on her otherwise flawless legs. She groaned in annoyance, and Mr. Malkin quickly reopened one of the first aid kits.

"Here, come here and I'll get those cleaned up."

She grimaced. This was not the time or the place for being delayed, but she couldn't just say no, he had a valid point and she didn't want him getting suspicious and thinking she was hiding something. If he found the pot in her backpack, that would really make this day worse.

"Its really fine Mr. Malkin, I don't want to trouble you..."

"No no, Miss Wallace, I am the go-to medical staff member you know. I used to take nursing school."

"Yeah, I know, you've told us."

He'd told them countless times, usually with a great deal of bitterness towards his current occupation, but she figured she didn't need to mention that. The fox-man indicated she come closer, and with reluctance she did, sitting on a nearby stool.

As he dabbed at her knees, she hopped the hydrogen peroxide would mask the smell of her still raging arousal. She didn't need to explain that she'd gotten her panties damp over some asshat horse. Hmph, the nerve of that Ormus! A stray dog? Ew! Seducing a teacher? E...eh? Wait a minute...

"Mr...Mr. Malkin, what's my grade for your class? Can you check?"

He sighed, pausing, the cotton swab resting on her left knee. He seemed to be working the words over in his head.

"Miss Wallace, I won't have to check. You've got an F, and at the rate you're going, there's no way you'd be able to pass my course. I'd actually wanted to talk to you about that..."

Her grimace vanished in an instant, and her eyes narrowed, her smile turning suddenly very smug. She puckered up her lips, waiting until finished dabbing that knee and was about to move to the next one. He looked up briefly and saw her pouting at her. She spoke, her voice low, sultry, yet innocent.

"An F? I-I don't understand Mr. Malkin...I try to listen to you, I really do. Honest! Its just so hard. I'm so envious of you, sir, you're so smart and dashing, the way you can do all this hard scientific stuff..."

He swallowed, grinning sheepishly.

"No, no Miss. Wallace, I'm not all that..."

She licked her lips, and her legs seemed to slowly spread. Seemingly innocent, but her skirt was very short, and with Mr. Malkin on his knees in front of her, he had an unrestricted view at her pink, lacy panties. They were damp some, and his eyes widened as he saw a trickle of a clear liquid sliding down her thighs. It...wasn't sweat. That smell...his sensitive nose was detecting a very specific smell...

"I've...I've always liked you, Mr. Malkin. Always so smart and cute with those glasses, and you always seemed so knowledgable...maybe you could teach me...how to really understand biology."

Oh sweet Jesus...

He shook his head, unable to look away, his cock hardening in his trousers. Damn hormones...he hadn't had sex in at least four years...not since his wife had left him, running off after some affair she'd had, a wolf from her descriptions. Best sex she'd ever had. He swallowed hard, staring at the forbidden fruit before him. Her voice was sweet, like a thousand temptations, a thousand promises in her husky breath.

"I've always wanted to have you there...oh god...you're looking at me...its...its so nice...it makes me...oh don't make me say it...p-please...Mr. Malkin...could you "tutor" me?"

He hadn't realized he'd been moving closer until he felt his nose press against her crotch. The smell was intoxicating. He was so hard now it hurt, so ready, his entire body tensing and begging for release. He opened his mouth and closed it, only to open it again, meaning to lick his lips. Instead, his tongue licked...something else.

Izria let out a theatrical moan as his rough tongue brushed against her panties, her sweet juices soaking through the fabric, the taste just barely hinted at. He moved more, kissing and sucking at her panties, his breaths ragged, his hands undoing the straps of his trousers, Izria's soft and (mostly) fake moans driving him wild.

As he licked and sucked at her, she moved her legs up, crouching atop the stool, her hands lifting up her skirt, so he could get full access. His hands found her hips, found the hem of her panties and worked them down her legs. She kicked off her sneakers, letting them fall to the sides of the stool. Her pink sock-covered feet easily stepped out of the discarded panties, and she slowly pressed them to her teacher's face.

The fox breathed in her musky scent, licking at her sweet honey, gasping as he fell back in surprise, cleaning out her damp panties. He shook his head, seeming to come to his senses. This...this was wrong?

Izria grunted, recognizing his facial expression, and slid her lithe body off the stood, pressing her crotch to his hips, grinding her way up his body, unbuttoning her blouse, freeing the D-cup breasts within. She hovered above his face, her bare pussy dripping over his face, her eyes closed as she began to squeeze and fondle her own breasts.

"Oh, Mr. Malkin, you're so good, you've gotten me so horny...please...make me feel good..."

Sometimes, she mused to herself, watching a lot of porn really did help your vocabulary.

His tongue moved up to her wet folds, entering her eagerly. He moved quicker, grasping at her hips and licking furiously, his tongue diving deep into her soft, sweet folds. She cried out, grunting. Fuck, he was better then she'd expected. Then again, she was so horny, a stray dog could've gotten her off.

She quivered as he ate her out, gripping the blackboard, her body shuddering. His tongue pressed against her swollen clit, and soon he was sucking it hungrily, eliciting loud cries of pleasure from Izria. She gritted her teeth, her muscles clenching and unclenching as she felt an orgasm building up.

"Fu...fuck...AHN! Mr...Mr Malkin!"

She shook as the orgasm struck, waves of pleasure running through her body. She fell back some, sliding away from his mouth, leaving him to swallow away the last bits of her cum on his tongue. He grunted as she straddled his rising bulge.

"Mmm, you have something in your pants, Mr. Malkin. Would you like to put that somewhere a little more accommodating?"

"M...Miss Wallace..."

She undid his pants slowly, sliding them down his thin, spindly legs, along with his boxers (decorated, she noticed with amusement, in pictures of chemical beakers). His stiffened member, seven inches long, throbbed before her. Not particularly large, but it would do. She leaned her head down and kissed him softly on the lips before lowering her wet pussy over his cock.

He cried out, closing his eyes. Oh god, he hadn't felt pleasure like that in over four years...

She rode him expertly, gyrating her hips on his crotch, his cock deep inside her wet, hot pussy, her muscles clenching the organ, her hands grasping and kneading her own breasts. She watched him, waiting for his eyes to be completely closed, before grabbing her bag, unzipping it, and pulling out the small tape recorded Ezel had let her borrow for her journalism class. She clicked in on.

"Oh, Mr. Malkin...AH...AHN...you're so big...tell me how much you love fucking you little Izria Wallace..."

He gasped, grunting as she rode him. He was so close, he couldn't speak...ow! She was pinching at his nipples, her voice fierce.

"Say it!"

"AH! GAh...Oh...Izria Wallace...I...I love fucking you...god you're so hot!"

She smiled, silently thanking Ezel, and pushed her body down hard onto his cock.

"Go ahead and cum...I'm on the pill."

And cum he did. He released an incredible orgasm, over four years of frustration released in one brief moment, his body shaking and shuddering, his back arching as he released his load, filling her wanton pussy with his hot, sticky cum.

"AHHHN! Fuck...Miss...Miss Wallace..."

She was silent, letting her body calm, the waves of pleasure from her climax fading. She stood, slowly, stretching her arms above her head and quickly pulling on her panties. She smirked at the embarassed-looking Mr. Malkin, who stared up at her.

"Miss...Miss Wallace...this won't...you won't tell anyone...will you?"

She smirked, a cold, cat-like smirk. Then she held up the tape recorder, and pressed the playback button.

"That depends, Mr. Malkin, about what you can do about changing the alphabet."

* * *


To avoid complications, she never kept the same address.
In conversation, she spoke just like a baroness

Drop of a hat, she's as playful as a pussy cat
Then momentarily out of action, temporarily out of gas,
She's all out to get you....

* * *

Mr. Malkin sat at his desk, his head in his hand, tears welling up in his brown eyes, his face the image of distress. Izria lazily smoked a cigarette, gathering her things. She'd keep the tape, until the final grades were posted. If he didn't fulfill his promise to change her grades...well, the district attorney and the superintendent of schools would be very interested in hearing her tale...

So easy, now. She reached towards the doorknob, eager to be on her way...

She stopped. She listened intently, hearing Malkin's soft sobs behind her. She sighed, shaking her head. He had it coming. He prolly deserved it...

Maybe...

Possibly?

She groaned inwardly. Fucking conscience.

She turned back to him, walking slowly towards the desk. She leaned in close, kissing him softly on the cheek. He looked up, sniffling, confused. She spoke, distant, sheepishly.

"Ah...look...Mr. Malkin...I...I wasn't completely lying...when I said all those things..."

He sniffled again, wiping his eyes. She leaned in closer, looking away shyly.

"If you'd like...I could make you dinner at your place...as a way of apology...for using you."

He swallowed, not sure what to say. Part of him hated her, part of him hated himself, and part of her wanted to say yes. Weighing his options, he shrugged. His was already damned anyway. He smiled, closing his eyes.

"Y...yeah...I...I think that would be nice."

They left the school discretely, the grounds mostly empty by now. Ormus had left long ago, Izria took note, before sliding into the back of Mr. Malkin's car, lying on the seat so nobody would see her as they drove. He started the engine, and the car slowly pulled out of the parking lot...

Meanwhile, just a few blocks away...

An explosion broke the peaceful silence that twilight usually offered, the rumbling roar of fire and heat ripping apart metal and wood destroying the silence. A group of people fled, screaming, from the burning ruins that had once been an apartment complex. Long-abandoned, it had been scheduled for demolition, but not for another month.

More explosions ripped through the building, and the roof burst open, flares making intricate patterns in the smokey sky. In the blink of an eye, a large "A", had been scrawled in smoke above the cityscape. A group of masked men rushed past the frightened crowd, most of who had been just passerby. The men in masks were cheering and holding a huge banner, with the same "A" inscribed in blood-red letters. They were shouting to nobody in particular.

"Anarchy! Yeah! Anarchy! Freedom from oppression! Down with control! The old gods live again! Whoooo!"

They cheered and whooped, scattering into the alleyways as more cars and people began to arrive at the scene, including a firetruck and a squad of police cars. The banner was left abandoned on the street, and as the fire truck sprayed water onto the blazing inferno, the police captain, Argent Banner, stepped forth from his car, his one good eye staring at the banner.

Argent Banner was a short, squat man, with a large handlebar mustache and an old, steely face. He had one good eye, the other covered by a large black eyepatch. He wore a heavy blue overcoat over his standard police uniform, and in his hands was a large bullhorn. He spoke into it, his voice echoing around the narrow street.

"Attention, everyone! This is a crime scene! Any and all direct witnesses are to report to a nearby police officer immediately! If you know anything about this, you are required by law to report it!"

He thrust the horn to one of the young deputies and walked back to his car, sighing and brushing a hand across his bald head. He didn't need witnesses to tell him what had happened here. This was the third in the past week. A firebomb, a banner, an angry mob shouting about anarchy...

No arrests, either. Those responsible taunted the police right in front of their eyes, yet Argent was unable to make one damn arrest. It drove the veteran officer mad. He scowled at his young assistant, Mark Silver, a green officer who'd been great at academy, but useless on the streets. He only knew what the "book" told them. Argent spat as Mark read off the names and reports of the first batch of witnesses.

"It, ah, seems here that, um, the explosion just happened, then the smoke signal, then the masked mob shouting, um, random chants about anarchy and something about "old gods"."

Argent shook his head.

"Old gods, Silver? What the fuck kind of testimony is that?"

He stared out at the smoldering ruins, his scowl growing wider.

"I tell ya, what kind of god would want to come to Paradise now?"

* * *

The bar was silent, the lights off, the drinks still locked up. It wasn't even close to opening time. Two figures sat at a table, sharing a pitcher of some nameless beer. One was a muscular, silvery wolf, his piercing yellow eyes gleaming, even in the dim shadows of the bar. He picked at his teeth, taking a long draft of his beer and sighing.

His companion was a human. Thin, but well built, his black leather trench coat hung down to the dusty floor, like a cape. A cigarette hung loosely between his lips, his handsome face hidden in a cloud of smoke. His eyes were closed, as if he were dozing, but he moved a hand, tracing a finger up the leather armor plate he wore under the trench coat and bringing it to his head, brushing his bangs from his eyes. His hair was very long, thickly spiked in a way you'd expect to see in a comic book.

The human spoke, his voice smooth, yet gravelly, like a jazz singer, his words keeping in time with some strange rhythm.

"So, Gareg, tell me, what brings you back here?"

The wolf smiled, a sly, seductive smile, his voice deep and sensual.

"What brings me anywhere? A new generation, of course. This place has gone to hell since I left."

"Not for me. Business is booming."

"Well, just because you don't care about getting laid doesn't mean I don't. What are we drinking to, so early in the night, anyway?"

The human raised his glass, opening his eyes. His eyes...were strange. They were green, but not natural. They shone, even in the dim light, and there was something...deep to them. As if they were very old.

"We could drink to anarchy. That's the new special being brewed up."

Gareg laughed a barking laugh.

"You, no doubt, were involved in that?"

"Hardly. I go where the money goes, nothing more. Unlike you, I'm not a whore."

"Hey, who do you think you are?"

The human reached into his jacket, pulling out a large pistol. It looked like a prop from a Dirty Harry movie, a huge, silvery six-shooter, a Colt .44 Magnum. It was an old model, not as modern as the latest reiterations, and still had the old-fashioned hammer and ammo case. The human twirled the gun lazily on a gloved finger, stopping it in an instant, the hammer clicked down in the same motion. He leveled the gun at Gareg and pulled the trigger.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Gareg tried to light a cigarette, ignoring the gun, but dropped his lighter. The wolf swore and bent down, grasping the lighter in his hand.

BANG!

Gareg looked up, turning to face the wall. Where his head had been just a moment before, right behind it, there was a huge gaping hole in the wall, smoke rising from it. Gareg looked back nervously at the human, who's relaxed stature hadn't changed any. A smirk played on the human's face.

"Who am I? I'm the Keeper to the Gates of Paradise."

END CHAPTER III


---Author's Note---

Thank you SO MUCH for those who offered reviews. You guys broke me out of my slump! So, this chapter is dedicated to you guys. That's prolly why its so short.

Now, as for the chapter itself, OMIGAWD THERE'S PLOT! Yes, I added something besides the usual smut for this one, including three new characters! *gasp*

Mr. Malkin is most likely a one-shot character, but Argent and Mike will show up in the next few chapters, as well as Gareg's mysterious friend. Who is he? Who knows. Most likely he's just a useless plot device by a desperate writer scrounging for ideas.

Yeah right. Psh, who'd do that? Not me. I'm trustworthy. Totally. Absolutely. Yup.

You don't believe me do you?

Nuts.

See ya next update. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW OR YOUR SOULS ARE FORFEIT.

No pressure.

---End Author's Note---