Chronicles of a Modern Day Sorceress, part 9
What an evening we had! Excitement, espionage, a little bit of larceny, and one hunk of a man! If you thought that everything went smoothly and as expected, you'd be wrong but all in good time.
Yesterday we went to the society event in Berkley's Country Club, and boy was it filled with the bigwigs of the town! CEOs, all sorts of rich folk, and men and women of power were all gathered in this fancy ass house. Me and Ilene went in as the prettiest people of all.... as workers. She went in as a waiter, I as a bartender. For some odd reason this role was almost made for me.
Anyway, we weren't as stupid as to go there wearing our own faces. That mask we bought came in handy. I was a bronzed blonde, looked a bit like a surfer girl. Anyway, we walk in without an incident.... except we met the loveliest coworkers and boss one could hope for! Especially if you like to be treated like trash! Misses Catherine and Lisa, the maids of the house, looked at us like we were something their ”honourable guests” tried to flush down but had failed. No matter, bitches be bitches, they'll have their comeuppance in this story, just like the boss-lady, Deanna Courtenay. This lady must have had a pine cone up her ass and evidently seeing such scum in the room like myself and Ilene must have added some pine needles there as well.
Then we get to the first man of the evening....who was not the hunk mentioned in the first sentence. I mean, he was good looking and all, I tried flirting with him, but I should have guessed from the too groomed of an appearance that I wasn't his type. Now, had I had something dangling between my legs, I'm sure the guy would have been allover me but what can you do. I may have gathered some negative attention from the guards because of this and had to operate extra carefully. Womanly charms aren't always the key, lesson learned.
Another setback for our evening, when Ilene was already serving the champagne and I was mixing fancy drinks (trust me, the rich and the poor enjoy the same drinks, you just have to serve the former the alcohol from a fancier glass) was a familiar face. I give you one guess whose nose is big enough to be in my business constantly. That's right, the star of my every waking nightmare, the queen bitch, the one I should ALWAYS expect to appear during situations like these: Amethyst Jeanes. She came in as a +1 to a man whom she ditched for Fredrick Lockwood. He's the youngest of the Mammonites, a tall, muscly, quite handsome and rich a man. Boy did her ditsy performance charm him. I bet he saw nothing in her except a piece of ass, they always do. Not all the men but all of those egoistic ones.
However, Amethyst didn't know what she had just done. That man whom she ditched came straight to the counter and ordered a whiskey and a bloody mary. Now that's a combination one usually sees from people with hangovers but this man was in no such condition. Blonde hair, bright blue eyes, muscles, and a fancy suit. Remember when I mentioned Daniel Craig as Bond was hot? Daaaaaamn this man looked good with his fancy gear and a charming smile! If I had met him on a regular night and as myself, I would have wrapped that hottie around my finger in an instant! He even looked like a realistic action hero, he had scars in his face and hands but, you know me, I like it when the man has seen some life. Curiously, he had a clear dagger mark on his hand, like as if a dagger had gone through it. I asked about it in passing, of course not with a line like ”hey, who stabbed you” but I said something more on the lines like ”I see that you've seen all kinds of things in life.” Yes, I tried to sound a bit more fancy than usual, but in my defense: it was a fancy party, it fit the character and there was an upper class hottie to whom I was talking to! Then again, I did still make it clear that I had my feet on the ground.
Guess what he gave as a reason! You'll never be able to!
He told me that he had lived in the Great Britain for a while and that he had gotten those scars while riding after a ball and hitting it with a stick.
Unless those horses were some soccer hooligans and their riders juggled knives there's NO WAY he got those scars while playing polo. So this must mean that he does something....extreme as his hobby? Perhaps he's a secret agent in reality? Oooh, how cool would that be. He even has the name to fit the bill: Layton Glazier. Eventually that hottie had to go and he thanked for his drinks. He even said that he hopes that we'll meet again. It's such a shame that he'll never see Amber Rose (yes, that was my fake name for the evening. I know it's horrible, but I had to come up with a name on the spot!) again. Now if Erica bumped into him....
Anyway, we were on a mission. I checked out and listened to what I could and so did Ilene. Nearly at the end of our shift we compared informations. I had noticed a small group of extremely pale guests who didn't care for any food or drinks. Vampires, had to be! It was so cool, the first time I've ever seen one alive! Naturally I avoided their gazes because c'mon, vampires, you never know what they're capable of. Other things that we found out were that only with the access cards of the higher level employees could you gain access to the rooms of the Mammon cult members. Also only the maids could get past the guards. Yeah, I wasn't going to try that as myself after my fuck-up with that one gay guard. Also also, from what we had heard the cultists and the blood suckers were going to have a loooong negotiation about something.
After all that, when we got out of our shifts, we started executing out fine plan. You see, what I forgot to mention, was that we had pick the locks downstairs to ease our access to places and so that we could hide if need be. The first thing that we did was to search Catherine and Lisa, the two sweet maids who had been nothing but dicks towards us. Lucky for us, unlucky for them, we had guns and a rather persuasive touch to getting the two bitches in a spot we wanted them. Lucky for us, unlucky for them, part two, is that one of the locks we had picked was in a door to the food storage. It was nearly empty already as the cooks were preparing meals and the most important food supplies were already in the kitchen.
Now, since they had been total asses, we were going to be total asses too! What fun!We locked them in that pantry after tying them up and silencing them with rags! They were cozying up against some soft flour sacks, so they were fine. Oh, we also took their clothes. All of them. Because if they were going to be bitches, we were going to bitches too. So we changed our clothes to theirs (not the underwear, ew), changed our faces, remembered to change our shoes, and we were off! ….to get the key card! What you must know is that I once brushed our bosses shoulder to remove some ”dirt” on it. In reality I snatched a hair of hers. I made a doll, included the hair and started poking the dolly in the stomach area. Now, every girl knows that when you get sudden cramps and you haven't eaten or drunk anything out of the ordinary, there is always a danger that your period has started. And what does every woman at that very moment do? They go to the toilet to check on the damage.
Me and Ilene were waiting for that piece of shit when she came out of the toilet. She ended up sitting on her office chair, being tied down with her shirt and some other equipment that silenced her. It would have been most awkward if someone would have found her like that.... and that, dear diary, is how you get a key card!
When we got upstairs, after no-one paying any mind to us, we found a treasure trove! Some ritual schemes, a full list of people belonging to the cult of Mammon, also the info that Oliver Haward, the one actually hosting this party, wants to be ”embraced” by a vampire.... which I presume is that he wants to turn into one (gross). Also, there was a list of what sort of things the cult owns! Naturally we either made a copy of these things or just plainly took some of them with us. I mean, you can get money out of these things and that cult has already enough money. I don't think they'll be that sad if they lose a couple of things. This may be a step closer to The Gingerbread House.
Just as we were walking out of there the maids that were supposed to be working in the shift after Catherine and Lisa walked in. We tried the bitchy attitude they had had but this duo saw right through us. I presume that our clothes didn't quite fit us since they weren't our own. We ended up pulling the old hands-up gimmick the third time that evening and locked those maids in a distribution room. There may have also been some evil eye involved.... anyway, they stayed in the room and we slipped away without anyone noticing!
As we got to the car, Vinsanto was there waiting for us. It had been quite a challenge not to burst out laughing while we walked away from there. However, as we started driving away, all three of us saw a shadowy acrobat nearly dance on the outer walls of the mansion and going in from a window. I sent Vinsanto to check on that acrobat and he came back with information that it was a human being, in a robe with mystical runes embroidered on it.... with a couple of more details he added that sounds like an alchemist.
Now I'm at Ilene's place, we just discussed the selling of our just received information. There'll have to be some middle men there or the men in black will surely knock on our doors one of these days. What I do find interesting though is the new spell Ilene has found on the USB stick. A transformation spell, which actually works better than the mask! You can actually change your weight with it a bit! We'd better get cracking!
