Goddess Marquesa smiled benevolently at the man seated across from her. \u201cCalm down,\u201d she soothed. \u201cEverything is all right.\u201d The man was trembling. He glanced around the dark bar, scanning to see if he had been recognized despite the hat and dark glasses he wore.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat have you done to me?\u201d he asked. \u201cWhat was in that bottle?\u201d<\/p>\n
Goddess Marquesa laughed softly, a sound that made her counterpart\u2019s trembling intensify. They had met \u201caccidently\u201d at a different bar a week before. He had been surrounded by his usual entourage of fashion models and sycophants, but the Goddess had breezed through them with the usual ease that she displayed in dealing with the weak-minded. A gauntly thin redhead in a sateen dress had sniffed in dismayed irritation as Goddess Marquesa sidled up to the celebrated man and instantly dominated his attention. A harried aide had tried to interject when the Goddess drew a small bottle out of her purse and poured its green liquid into her victim\u2019s drink, but by that time he was too distracted to heed the advice of any of his hangers-on.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was a little potion of my invention,\u201d the Goddess purred in a tone of playful satisfaction. \u201cWhy do you ask?\u201d<\/p>\n
As she finished her question, the conversation was interrupted by the arrival of a waiter. \u201cOne scotch and soda,\u201d the server declared, setting a glass filled with amber liquid in front of the man. \u201cOne white wine.\u201d This was placed in front of Goddess Marquesa.<\/p>\n
The man shuffled his feat impatiently and nodded as the waiter withdrew. \u201cI need that bottle of yours,\u201d he hissed as privacy was restored, \u201cI have to give it to my people to analyze.\u201d<\/p>\n
The Goddess reached down and retrieved her purse, placing it on the table in front of her. \u201cI have it with me. But I don\u2019t understand. What is the emergency?\u201d<\/p>\n
The man fidgeted nervously, unable to meet Goddess Marquesa\u2019s eyes. \u201cI don\u2019t want to talk about it,\u201d he blurted, \u201cjust give me the damn bottle.\u201d<\/p>\n
This outburst was met with silence. The Goddess betrayed no reaction to her companion\u2019s frantic energy, she merely peered at him steadily, the same serene smile set in her features, until his fidgeting subsided and he looked at her questioningly. \u201cYou don\u2019t seem to understand,\u201d she said, \u201cI am not one of your employees or a contestant on one of your reality shows. If you want something from me, you will tell me why. Tell me everything. I am in no rush. If and when I am satisfied that you have confessed everything<\/em> to me, you will get what you want. Not before.\u201d<\/p>\n The man looked into Goddess Marquesa\u2019s deep green eyes, his expression searching. What he saw there cracked his resistance. He seemed to realize that she could not be cowed or bullied, and this made his expression soften, become pleading. His mouth opened, sounds emerged as if he were trying to force himself to speak. Finally, with effort, he said, \u201cI don\u2019t understand what\u2019s happening to me\u2026You are gorgeous, but you are far from the hottest woman I\u2019ve met\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n Goddess Marquesa laughed. \u201cHa! You are so deliciously shallow. So I am not a \u2018fat pig, dog, slob, or disgusting animal,\u2019 am I?\u201d<\/p>\n The man winced in embarrassment. \u201cPlease\u2026I\u2019m trying to explain\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n The Goddess pursed her lips in mock sympathy. \u201cOh, I\u2019m sorry. Continue your confession\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve met a lot of hot women, but no one has ever made me feel the way you do. I can\u2019t stop thinking about you. Your eyes\u2026your lips\u2026your breasts\u2026.your legs\u2026.I\u2019d give anything just to touch you\u2026\u201d He paused here, looking expectantly at Goddess Marquesa, as if this would satisfy her.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s sweet,\u201d she replied, \u201cbut many men feel that way about me after meeting me. You still haven\u2019t told me what I want to know about the effects of my potion. Tell me everything you are feeling. Confess.\u201d<\/p>\n The man\u2019s mouth drooped open. His eyes took on a hunted cast, searching for escape. His trembling became a frenzied palsy, as if he were fighting an uncontrollable impulse. Finally his will broke. \u201cI want to\u2026to do things for you\u2026to give you things. I keep having dreams\u2026.Some of them are sexual. We make love\u2026.\u201d He hesitated again.<\/p>\n \u201cKeep on,\u201d Goddess Marquesa commanded, \u201cTell me about the dreams. All <\/em>of them.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIn some dreams I\u2019m your servant. I cook for you, clean for you. You tie me up\u2026you beat me\u2026and I\u2026.I\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI love it. I beg you to beat me again. I thank you. I tell you how much I\u2026I\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSay it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI love you.\u201d This stopped him in his tracks. He stared into her eyes open-mouthed as the words hung in the air. With a sudden motion he reached out and snatched her hand, pressing it to his lips.<\/p>\n \u201cI love you so much,\u201d he gasped between passionate kisses. \u201cI want to make you happy.\u201d<\/p>\n The Goddess gently withdrew her hand. \u201cBut why should that be a problem?\u201d she asked, her eyes bright.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve begun buying you things\u2026I can\u2019t help myself\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve received no gifts.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCars. Boats. Houses. I wanted to put them in your name, but my advisors stopped me. They\u2019re right\u2026I\u2019m a married man. I\u2019m in the middle of an election campaign. This could sink me. If my wife finds out\u2026the press\u2026.Please\u2026.I need that potion\u2026If I can find some sort of antidote\u2026I\u2019ve done as you asked\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Goddess Marquesa broke eye contact. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out the same small green bottle from which she had decanted her potion the week before. This she placed on the table between herself and her companion. On its front was a white adhesive label with the words \u201cDrink me\u201d written in an elegant feminine hand.<\/p>\n The man snatched up the bottle. \u201cThank you,\u201d he said in a tone of intense relief.<\/p>\n \u201cI hope you get what you need from it,\u201d Goddess Marquesa replied.<\/p>\n \u201cI have the best people\u2026they will figure out how it works.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAre you sure that is what you want?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d he asked confusedly.<\/p>\n \u201cTake a moment to sort it out. Look at me, think about how you feel. How I make you feel.\u201d<\/p>\n The man\u2019s eyes traveled over Goddess Marquesa\u2019s face and down her body. Hands shaking, he removed the stopper from the bottle and poured some of its green liquid into his glass of scotch. Replacing the stopper in the bottle, he raised his glass, staring at it intently as the ice cubes within it rattled from the incessant trembling of his hand.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s it, pet,\u201d Goddess Marquesa cooed. \u201cThat is what you really want.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s a trap\u2026.\u201d the man said, his face red, his voice on the verge of tears. \u201cLoving you makes me want to love you more\u2026I can\u2019t stop myself\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy stop yourself?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBecause loving you as much as I do now is destroying me\u2026if I love you more\u2026.oh, God\u2026.you\u2026.you\u2026you are so magnificent\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n Goddess Marquesa reached out and stroked the man\u2019s free hand encouragingly. \u201cDrink up pet. I know you have another engagement tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPlease\u2026\u201d the man cried, loud enough so that others in the bar turned to look, forcing him to check his tone, \u201cplease help me stop myself. I can\u2019t control my feelings for you, but you\u2026.I would listen to you\u2026tell me to stop, I beg you\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Goddess Marquesa smiled and shook her head. \u201cYou have to do what your heart tells you, pet.\u201d<\/p>\n The man hesitated a heartbeat more and then raised the trembling glass to his lips. His eyes close and his breath rasped as he choked down its liquid contents, but it remained at his mouth until ice cubes clinked against empty glass.<\/p>\n \u201cGood boy,\u201d said the Goddess cheerfully, \u201cYou may kiss me once more and then you must be off.\u201d<\/p>\n The man leaned forward, his lips pursed, but Goddess Marquesa had already risen from the table. She stood facing him, and answered his puzzled look by extending her shapely leg and pointing at her foot. After a moment of befuddlement he understood. The surprise of the other patrons of the bar to see a man in an expensive silk suit on his hands and knees, kissing a beautiful blonde\u2019s foot, was only surpassed by their shock to see him kissing the spot on which she had stood for several minutes after she had glided out of the premises.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cGood evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the next in our series of presidential debates. I will be your moderator for the evening. Our first question is for our front runner. Sir, you famously have hired and fired thousands of employees. Since this is a kind of job interview for the highest office in the land, let\u2019s start with a typical interview question. What is your greatest weakness, and why doesn\u2019t it disqualify you for the Oval Office?\u201d<\/p>\n A pause ensued as the television cameras rolled and the audience in the auditorium awaited an answer. The man behind the podium blinked against the bright lights and stared about wide-eyed, seemingly taken off guard. Finally, long after the pause had become uncomfortable, he blurted out, \u201cMy greatest weakness is Goddess Marquesa.\u201d<\/p>\n This was met with a shocked hush. The moderators and audience expected more, some explanation, but the man stepped back from his podium and stormed off stage. As he reached the wings he was met by an unkempt and harried-looking aide in a frumpled suit. \u201cWhat the hell was that?\u201d the aide asked, frantic. \u201cYou\u2019ve got to get back out there\u2026tell them something\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cForget that,\u201d the man said. \u201cDid you give that bottle to some experts? Have they analyzed it?\u201d<\/p>\n The aide reached into his jacket and produced the bottle, \u201cIt\u2019s here\u2026I had it studied.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGood!\u201d the man exclaimed. \u201cWhat did the lab coats find?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThere\u2019s nothing to find, Donald. Look\u2026\u201d the aide grabbed a corner of the white label that read \u201cDrink me\u201d and peeled it back. Underneath was another label. This one read: \u00a0Robotussin- For Cough Due to Cold or Flu\u2026.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The End<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Goddess Marquesa smiled benevolently at the man seated across from her. \u201cCalm down,\u201d she soothed. \u201cEverything is all right.\u201d The man was trembling. 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