Rising Above

For Christ’s sake, what was wrong with this town, Gabriel wondered. He’d walked just about every block, checking street corners, alleyways and even crack houses, but there weren’t any prostitutes to be found anywhere.

How was that possible? No police force was that good, despite what they may have claimed. The only promising encounter that even resembled solicitation was a 1999 black Mitsubishi Eclipse with tinted windows that had slowed down to a crawl as it passed him, the driver, female, obviously checking him out, but speeding off again as soon as he stooped to try and peer through the dark window glass, hoping she could break a fifty. Well, at least he could follow the car and find out what the hell that had been all about. Descending to earth just wasn’t descending to earth if not for a little earthly pleasure, after all. He may have been soulless, but he was not desire-less as well.

The black Eclipse had turned a corner, gone under an overpass, then down a long dark alley, turning left and then down another alley, also long and dark, but there were bright flashing neon lights and signs at the end of it. Gabriel stood in the dark recesses of the alley, watching as the black car pulled to the back of a huge, turn of the nineteenth century, five story building, that was bedecked with neon signs like jewels on a crown. The car that had coasted beside him, prompting him to follow it, had disappeared around the back, but the name on the yellow, blue and green neon sign of the building now intrigued him; “On Top”. The parking lot was packed with cars, hip hop music boomed from the ornate building and another neon sign with the picture of a luscious naked woman, her seductive eyes lit with violet neon lighting and open mouth revealing a forked tongue flickering forth, blinked on a off. She looked familiar; familiar in a way that made him both ache and smile.

At the door were two immense black bouncers, each with their arms crossed over their broad chests, their shaved heads accented by the gold earrings they each wore. Gabriel smiled, this place brought back so many memories, and perhaps a lap dance would cool some of the intense sexual urges he’d been created with. He walked out of the alley, and over to the strip joint that he’d felt so much appreciation for upon finding. His state of arousal began to rise again as he walked up the marble steps, he could smell sex; this town he was in may not have believed in prostitution, but at least it believed in Tittie Bars!

One of the bouncers stepped in front of him. “Before I let you in there, you gotta convince you ain’t no cop.” Said the huge black man, his voice and body language hinting that he knew how to be much more aggressive than he was being now.
“What?” Gabriel asked, amused that some ‘monkey’ would try to stop him from doing anything. Still, he was fascinated by the order. “Why does that matter? What kind of joint is this?”
“The kind you ain’t getting’ into if you is a cop.” Said the second the bouncer, now coming over, cracking his knuckles.

Gabriel laughed, thinking what he could so easily do to both of them, now, if he wanted to. “No, I’m not a cop. Do I look like a cop?” He asked, standing with his hands away from his body and turning a sort of pirouette. “See? No gun, no cuffs…just a trumpet. I’m not a cop, I’m an angel!” He smiled.
“Whatever, bro,” said the first bouncer as he opened the large red door. “The broads be like lobsters in a tank at one a them seafood restaurants. You point to the one you want, we’ll catch her and you get to eat her.”

Gabriel’s eyes flickered with lustful glee. So that’s why there were no prostitutes on the street? They were all here. “Well, doesn’t that sound…delectable?” He leered, patted the big black man on his muscular shoulder, and strutted into the club.

The interior of the club, what he could see through the thick fog of cigarette smoke, was as lush, lavish and sexual as anything he could have imagined. The walls were done in black leather and red velvet, chandeliers sparkled from the ceiling, giving the gigantic room the look of a disco almost, but blue track lighting lessoned the spinning ball effect somewhat. There were tables, an immense bar, a sumptuously carved wooden central staircase with what seemed to be illustrations of the “Kama Sutra” all along its grand hand rails and foyer columns, that lead to the second and third, fourth and fifth levels, full of rooms, where Gabriel hoped to soon be. Men were being lead up the stairs to those rooms by exceedingly gorgeous women, and Gabriel couldn’t wait to pick a girl, and go up there and find out what would happen behind closed doors.
It was funny how no one attributed such strong and intense sexual desires to angels, he thought; but then, what could he expect from a race of ‘monkeys’ that painted and sculpted his kind playing harps, with little white wings, sitting on puffy little clouds. No, no angel would be content with that; their soulless existence gave them all a need for constant exterior stimulation, for nothing stirred inside them, and for Gabriel, that needed outside stimulation had always meant sex.

And this was just the place to get it, he thought as he looked around. He’d never seen such a large and resplendent house of ill repute, not even in Sodom, or Gomorra. The main floor hosted a fifty-five foot long horseshoe shaped stage, where a wonderful selection of beautiful naked women danced, giggled, wriggled and slithered. These women were more than just beautiful though; they were exquisite, irresistible, seductive and somehow strong. Again, they brought back memories to him from years and years ago that only made him want to choose a girl even more and get her upstairs.

He took a seat at one of the barstools that was right against the stage, looking up at the endless parade of divine legs, breasts, buttocks, and elegantly shaved patterns of pubic hair that gyrated passed him, each one making the generously proportioned shaft and head of his organ grow stiffer and stiffer. Maybe the ‘monkey’ men would have sat doubled over, or crossed their legs if such an erection had come upon them in a crowded room, but Gabriel only smiled, sitting back on the stool, happy to let everyone see what kind of package was wrapped up in his leather pants. And that’s when a more than cute little brunette leaned down from the stage and smiled at him.

“I see you’re ready,” she said eying the bulge in his pants with fire in her dark green eyes. “So am I, let’s go!”

Gabriel gave her his hand and assisted her off the stage, taking in all of her incredible body, full breasts, luscious curving hips, firm ass. “I hope you’re ready, for your sake! What’s the biggest you’ve ever had, darling?” He leered, reaching out his hand, wanting to stroke the magnificent twin globes of her ass, but before he could, there was a voice from years and years ago warning him.

“I would keep my hands to myself, if I were you, Gabriel.” A woman almost laughed from behind him.

“Mother! I’m working!” The cute little brunette lashed out, turning towards the voice with an angry stare.

Gabriel knew that voice; he also turned around to find he was staring at a face he had seen before, sort of, for somethings were very different. The hair, now blond, was styled a la Veronica Lake, the eyes, now a deep and vibrant violet; however, the body, well, he would never forget that body; scrumptious, pert breasts atop a faultlessly curving figure, all accentuated by the skin tight black crushed velvet ankle length dress that was fastened on one side by a series of widely spaced buckle closures, revealing ample skin in between. Though the cute little brunette, who looked about nineteen or twenty, was calling this blond goddess ‘mother’, the blond didn’t look a day older than twenty-on or twenty-two, herself. A more carnal part of his mind noted this woman wore no underwear, and that made him grin, and thinking of his last encounter with her made his entire body shudder.

“Lilith!” He said pleasantly surprised, encountering her was always something he’d hoped for, but his voice was also full of heed he’d learned to always take around her. Lilith was not a ‘monkey’, at least, not anymore. Her senses, like his, were all enhanced far beyond those of the ‘monkeys’, colors were more vivid for both she and Gabriel, both saw very well in the dark, their hearing was very acute, sense of smell, taste and touch heightened to extremes, and their physical strength would astound humans. Though Gabriel was more than ten times as powerful as her, he knew he would still have to proceed cautiously. Lilith could be tricky, a little dangerous even, but still, he knew he’d be fucking her tonight.


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