Carny - October 14
Welcome to my serial Carny! I hope you enjoy this little Halloween treat. New episodes will appear every day through October.
Step right up! For just a dime see wonders beyond imagining!
And maybe we'll let you leave with your soul...
Step right up! For just a dime see wonders beyond imagining!
And maybe we'll let you leave with your soul...
Start here for October 1
October 14
“You’re kidding me.” Andrea snorted, watching Copley. They sat together on the bally in front of Fe’s show. The rest of the gang had wandered off to their trailers or to bars in town. “This joker offered you a thousand bucks for the devil skin?” She sucked on the lip of the beer bottle, making her third drink last. She couldn’t afford to get sloshed. She’d considered just keeping Doc’s Plymouth and lighting out for California. People out there would probably understand about her condition. The new business between her legs was weird and it damned sure didn’t feel natural, but she wasn’t frightened – not very frightened anyway -- and she didn’t think she was crazy.
She hoped maybe Copley had some answers. Maybe the story he’d just told her was a start, what Don Neimann had said about the skin being real magic. Copley’d been pissed when she told him she didn’t feel well enough to dance after she drove in from Teasdale, but the tip had been decent and now he was relaxing into his bottle and eager for company.
“No shit,” Copley said as he took another pull from the Beam. “That’s what this Nick guy offered me. Said Doc’s sister had called him to tell him the old man was dead and the show might be for sale. He talked to Willy and Willy sent him to me.”
“This Nick say why he wanted it?”
“He fed me some line about it being made by his father back in the 20s for a show in Europe. Said there was a circus museum in Vienna that wanted it.”
“You don’t believe him?”
Copley shook his head with slow conviction. “I don’t know.” He glanced at Andrea, flashing a sheepish grin. “I’ve been in one con or another for a long time, Andie. I don’t just know bullshit by the way it sounds, I know it by feel. Nick’s line of patter was slick, regal, really, but it lacked that sweet whiff of sincerity.”
“So? What, maybe he wants to start his own show?” Andrea asked, pulling at her beer again. “Or maybe he’s nuts.”
She let her knee rest against Copley’s thigh and felt her new appendage twitch.
“Might be he is.”
Andrea shifted, the flesh between her legs pressed between her thighs, thickening, foreign but comforting. “Ned,” she said, swallowing down her misgivings, “You think about giving it to him? There’s something I need to tell…”
Copley’s eyes turned to slate. “Not happening. That skin is part of this show. You think the crowds tonight were good, you just wait. Halloween’s around the corner. That skin, you and me, we got stories to tell.” He laughed. Andrea knew he was getting high and she wanted to be up there with him.
She looked up at the sky, dark out here in the country with lights off. Nearly midnight. The thought made her shiver a little.
“Ned … things are changing. Something’s happening and I don’t even know how to tell you. You believe in magic? Real magic?”
She expected him to laugh, but instead he took another long drink and answered with a question of his own. “Why you asking me that?”
“It’s like, there’s forces that work on us, maybe all the time. I mean why the hell does anyone do what she does, what he does? I had a grandma who was from the islands. She used to talk about duppies and haints, not like your spook show ghosts, but real things that are all around us, part of everything. She wasn’t a stupid woman.”
“I’ve seen plenty,” he said. “I’d be a fool if I told you there wasn’t weird shit happens all the time.”
“Ned. Where’s that Nick guy now?”
Copley shrugged. “Said he’d be back to see me soon. I told him I’d think about the offer.”
“You think there’s anything funny about his name?”
“Vrydolaka? He’s Greek.”
“No, silly. Nick. Like the devil.”
She barely saw his wink in the dim light. Copley put his hand on her leg and rubbed, not quite touching the stiffening length.
“Yeah, kid. I didn’t miss that. You think the devil is trying to buy back his own skin?
A cloud crept over the moon and Copley looked at his watch.
“How about that?” he said. “It’s midnight.”
October 14“You’re kidding me.” Andrea snorted, watching Copley. They sat together on the bally in front of Fe’s show. The rest of the gang had wandered off to their trailers or to bars in town. “This joker offered you a thousand bucks for the devil skin?” She sucked on the lip of the beer bottle, making her third drink last. She couldn’t afford to get sloshed. She’d considered just keeping Doc’s Plymouth and lighting out for California. People out there would probably understand about her condition. The new business between her legs was weird and it damned sure didn’t feel natural, but she wasn’t frightened – not very frightened anyway -- and she didn’t think she was crazy.
She hoped maybe Copley had some answers. Maybe the story he’d just told her was a start, what Don Neimann had said about the skin being real magic. Copley’d been pissed when she told him she didn’t feel well enough to dance after she drove in from Teasdale, but the tip had been decent and now he was relaxing into his bottle and eager for company.
“No shit,” Copley said as he took another pull from the Beam. “That’s what this Nick guy offered me. Said Doc’s sister had called him to tell him the old man was dead and the show might be for sale. He talked to Willy and Willy sent him to me.”
“This Nick say why he wanted it?”
“He fed me some line about it being made by his father back in the 20s for a show in Europe. Said there was a circus museum in Vienna that wanted it.”
“You don’t believe him?”
Copley shook his head with slow conviction. “I don’t know.” He glanced at Andrea, flashing a sheepish grin. “I’ve been in one con or another for a long time, Andie. I don’t just know bullshit by the way it sounds, I know it by feel. Nick’s line of patter was slick, regal, really, but it lacked that sweet whiff of sincerity.”
“So? What, maybe he wants to start his own show?” Andrea asked, pulling at her beer again. “Or maybe he’s nuts.”
She let her knee rest against Copley’s thigh and felt her new appendage twitch.
“Might be he is.”
Andrea shifted, the flesh between her legs pressed between her thighs, thickening, foreign but comforting. “Ned,” she said, swallowing down her misgivings, “You think about giving it to him? There’s something I need to tell…”
Copley’s eyes turned to slate. “Not happening. That skin is part of this show. You think the crowds tonight were good, you just wait. Halloween’s around the corner. That skin, you and me, we got stories to tell.” He laughed. Andrea knew he was getting high and she wanted to be up there with him.
She looked up at the sky, dark out here in the country with lights off. Nearly midnight. The thought made her shiver a little.
“Ned … things are changing. Something’s happening and I don’t even know how to tell you. You believe in magic? Real magic?”
She expected him to laugh, but instead he took another long drink and answered with a question of his own. “Why you asking me that?”
“It’s like, there’s forces that work on us, maybe all the time. I mean why the hell does anyone do what she does, what he does? I had a grandma who was from the islands. She used to talk about duppies and haints, not like your spook show ghosts, but real things that are all around us, part of everything. She wasn’t a stupid woman.”
“I’ve seen plenty,” he said. “I’d be a fool if I told you there wasn’t weird shit happens all the time.”
“Ned. Where’s that Nick guy now?”
Copley shrugged. “Said he’d be back to see me soon. I told him I’d think about the offer.”
“You think there’s anything funny about his name?”
“Vrydolaka? He’s Greek.”
“No, silly. Nick. Like the devil.”
She barely saw his wink in the dim light. Copley put his hand on her leg and rubbed, not quite touching the stiffening length.
“Yeah, kid. I didn’t miss that. You think the devil is trying to buy back his own skin?
A cloud crept over the moon and Copley looked at his watch.
“How about that?” he said. “It’s midnight.”
On to October 15
Copyright 2011 Angela Caperton. All rights reserved. Content may not be copied or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.
Copyright 2011 Angela Caperton. All rights reserved. Content may not be copied or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.
Posted by Angela Caperton at 10/14/2011 5:23 PM 
Categories: Horror, Carny, Angela Caperton, Erotica
Tags: Angela Caperton erotica horror Carny
Categories: Horror, Carny, Angela Caperton, Erotica
Tags: Angela Caperton erotica horror Carny
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