SAMPLE CHAPTER
Marie Curie Raises Atlantis
(Whilst Determined to Bang Nikola Tesla)
CHAPTER SEVEN
Waiters and bell hops were escorting people from the restaurant with lanterns and candles. Marie politely refused assistance and found her way using her natural green glow. She escorted Tesla to the stairs (as the power was still out and elevators unavailable), and he thanked her for her gallantry.
“Do you have many floors to climb?” Marie asked.
“Not many. Only eight. I would never ask you to climb eight floors and escort me to my door. I can make my way from here.” He produced a small ball of plasma and set it floating atop his head. It was adorable and it followed him wherever he turned his body.
Feeling the need to impress him as well, Marie hovered a few feet off the ground and offered to fly beside him. Tesla laughed, deeply, and applauded her. It attracted the attention of the lobby and Marie settled back to her feet.
“Marie, you have changed my life,” Tesla said. “I’m afraid if you continued this dazzling display and escorted me to my door, I would be unable to concentrate on any work for the rest of the night, and possibly through morning.”
Was he flirting with her? Marie wanted it to be true and was afraid she was hearing what she wanted. Then Tesla bowed and said, “Bon soir, mon amie.”
“Bon soir, mon ami. Dors bien,” Marie replied, assuming she was wrong, and curtseyed (because she was buzzed and it felt appropriate), turned, and left. She looked back over her shoulder at Tesla, and found him watching her. That made her heart pound.
Both Kent and Wayne were gone. When Marie asked the hotel manager where they were, he said that they had been called away on an emergency.
Marie knew they’d be occupied the rest of their night with the emergency, which would be catching a bank robber, rescuing a kidnapped heiress, or evacuating a burning apartment building. Then, after, exalted in their success, they would fuck each other for hours, possibly including whatever grateful victim they saved in the process.
Marie could take a cab, and knew she probably should, since it was snowing and she had the wrong shoes on for such weather, and the snow was ruining them. She didn’t want to go home; she wanted to stay out and think about Tesla and feel the cold. She wanted to feel snowflakes melt on her cheeks and in her hair. She was sobering up and that was distasteful. There was a bar on the corner and Marie headed straight for it.
The bar was old and a bit of a dive, but Marie liked it enormously. It was dark until she walked in, and her green glow added a mystical and slightly salacious air.
Marie went up to the bar, leaned forward, and stood on the foot rail. She felt ridiculously playful. The bartender was startled by her, and then a look of pleasure spread all over his face. “You’re Marie Curie.”
“Yes, I am, and I’d love a sloe gin fizz and a shot of rye.”
“Yes, you would, and it’s on the house. Tonight’s celebrity night. All famous people get the first one free.”
Marie laughed. “Who else has been in?”
From behind her, she heard, “Some damn fool calling himself the funniest man in America.”
Marie turned and met Samuel Clemens’s eyes. He was walking up to her with a glass of beer. He leaned against the bar next to her, very close to her, and she could smell tobacco and whiskey on him.
“Mr. Clemens,” she said with a smile. Marie was enormously entertained now. She downed the rye before she had the chance to taste it.
“Dr. Curie, I must say, your nuclear glow is both intriguing and intimidating. Do you have much trouble scaring off would-be gentlemen callers?”
“Never,” she said.
“No one is afraid to get burnt if they touched you?”
“I haven’t heard a complaint yet. Well, no, that’s not true. Rudolph Valentino, poor thing, did burn his tongue.” Marie turned to the bartender and said, “Another round and a shot of rye for Mark Twain, if you please. And another shot for me.”
“You are intriguing. I don’t know what draws me to you more: your molecular structure, your brilliant mind, or your reputation.”
“Be careful, Mark, I do burn.”
“Bartender, if you please, a glass of water.”
“My kind of fire doesn’t get extinguished with just water. You’ll need to smother it.”
“Bartender, a blanket.”
Marie laughed. She said, “Obviously, you're not too terrified. You’re standing incredibly close to me. If you’re not careful, I’ll accidentally set your trousers on fire.”
“My dear, I doubt I’d notice or care.”
They continued drinking and flirting and making terrible jokes about burning and fires and twisting them into double entendres. Suddenly, Samuel Clemens said something Marie hadn’t expected and made her cold.
“Don’t waste your time on Nick Tesla. He has no interest in sleeping with you or marrying you or any woman. He uses all of his sexual energy to do his scientific work. Goddamn waste if you ask me. But he insists its his superpower. He couldn’t create those useless orbs if he didn’t ignore the more intriguing female sex. I’m only telling you this because I respect you. I could see that you’re half in love with Nick already. Let him go. You deserve someone who has a healthy sexual appetite, and would appreciate the honor of taking you to bed. Therefore, and without further adieu, I’m concluding this verbose speech with a straightforward, clear, and scandalous offer to share my bed. Why should we be lonely, when we could give each other such comfort? Besides, if you don’t burn me to a cinders, I think you’d be a hell of a lot of fun. You’d probably be a hell of a lot of fun anyway.”
Marie’s mouth dropped open. She felt incredibly shocked by his forwardness and honesty, and simultaneously, incredibly moved by it.
The Geiger counter pendant lounging in her cleavage increased its ticking, and Samuel Clemens smiled broadly.
Marie finished her drink with a swallow and put her coat on. Samuel Clemens drank his drink as fast as he could and paid the bartender by throwing him a fifty. It was much too much, but he didn’t give a fuck. Marie pushed her fur collar up around her face and said, “Which way?”
“Back to the Waldorf. I hope they got the power back on.”
“I have enough power for us,” Marie said and it was time for his mouth to drop open.
The Waldorf had indeed restored power, and the concierge and bell captain looked downhearted to see Marie returning. She winked at them and promised to behave. “Well, Mr. Clemens,” she said, “up to a point.”
“Call me Sam. Or Mark. Or Genius. Follow your heart. Or any other part of your anatomy you prefer.”
In the elevator, Marie pushed Sam or Mark or Genius against the wall of the elevator and kissed him. He had his hands on her ass at once, and after a few seconds of hard kissing, which was more teeth than lips and tongue, he got away from her.
“You do burn!” he said with a laugh, touching his lips and chin. “I think you’ve singed my mustache.”
“I’m afraid your mustache is in danger of a conflagration and its destruction. We can restrict our activities to preserve its gloriousness.”
“It’s a paltry price to pay for this sublime experience,” he said and pushed her against the wall, kissing her and pulling her leg up, gripping her ass so hard she cried out. Then, just as quickly, he pulled away and his clothes were smoking. Most of his mustache had burnt off, and Marie laughed, covering her mouth, and pulled her dress down over her ass.
Clemens had a suite and Marie whistled, going up to the windows and looking at the magnificent view of snow filled New York. Clemens came up behind her, putting his arms around her waist and burying his face in her neck.
“The view from my office is better,” she said.
“We’ll fuck there next time,” he said.
“Next time?”
“You think I’m going to hide in shame after this. My dear, I plan to gorge myself,” and he turned her around, pushing the hair from her face.
“I could give you cancer.” This was only partially facetious.
“I’d rather die a few years early than live without experiencing you.”
“Are you always so seductively verbose?”
“I never had the inspiration. I’m getting used to your warmth. I don’t feel as much once now that the first layer of skin is gone.”
Marie smiled. “I think I want to call you Huckleberry.”
Clemens laughed out loud. “The way you say Huckleberry with your accent is completely charming and physically thrilling.”
In his southern accent, Marie said, “Why, Mr. Huckleberry, I do declare you are quite physically thrilling yourself.”
That was all Clemens could take. He lifted Marie in his arms and carried her to a bed so large, it seemed to require a road map. Marie said as much, and Clemens said, “Stop making me laugh,” as he pushed her dress up around her hips. He groaned and said, “Heaven help me,” when he realized Marie wasn’t wearing panties. “On second thought, Heaven, don’t help me. I need all the powers of Hell to do this right.”
Marie parted her legs and pushed herself up on her elbows so she could watch Clemens push his mouth into the folds of her slick, wet sex.
He may not have been the best at what he was doing, but his enthusiasm was sublime. He licked her with the relish of an ice cream cone, dripping on a hot afternoon. He licked up every drop of her wetness. He inserted his fingers so he could suck them clean. He worked patiently, and Marie thought watching his face buried in her the sexiest thing she had seen.
Marie came very hard as she watched, and when she pushed his head away he said, “But I’m not finished.”
His mustache and one of his eyebrows was gone. Marie laughed and stroked his wet lips, then pulled his face to hers and begged him to fuck her.
He still had ridiculous patience. He kissed her all over her body, occasionally stopping to nibble any point that was sensitive. After positioning the tip of his cock at the very entrance of her vagina, he paused to suck on her left nipple. Marie groaned and whimpered and started begging.
“I want to enjoy every second of you,” he said, and his tongue slowly slid over the hard tip of her nipple.
When he did slide inside Marie, he did it was a slowness that was almost painful. Marie was used to being fucked hard, of sex being a race she struggled to run. But she felt like she was the one running, and Clemens kept taking her by the hand and pulling her back, telling her to stop and feel the air, feel his hands, feel what was happening inside her.
Marie lost count of the number of times she came. She wondered if she had multiple orgasms or simply one long one that lasted an hour. Immediately afterward, she fell asleep, and when she awoke later, it was to find Clemens asleep beside her, his arm over her. His mouth looked red and burnt. He slept with a smile and it made Marie giggle.
Marie slid out of bed, used the bathroom, and dressed quickly. She left a note with instructions for dealing with his burns. She added, “Call me before you leave NY, Huckleberry.”
She turned and Clemens was standing there. “Are you leaving?”
Marie handed him the note.
He read it and smiled. “I leave the day after tomorrow.”
“Plenty of time,” she said.
“It’s not even dawn.”
“I have an early doctor’s appointment.”
His forehead furrowed and Clemens asked, “Are you unwell?”
“Most of the time, yes. I think I’m fine now. Especially after your ministrations,” and Marie gave him the gentlest peck on his red lips.
For the first time, Clemens looked serious, even concerned. “My dear, that is a very obtuse answer.”
“My darling Huckleberry, it was a very distressing question.” Marie kissed him again, with more care this time, touched by his genuine worry. “I’m fine. I haven’t died yet.”
“To do so would be unforgivably rude,” he said, with an effort at humor. Marie smiled to acknowledge a change to a brighter mood. Clemens said, “Let me take you back to the Wainwright building.”
“I can get a cab.”
“Let me go with you in the cab.”
“It’s miserable out there.”
“I’ll walk you downstairs.”
“You’re naked.”
“I can put on trousers. Don’t you want to be seen with me? I am the funniest man in America, and many Americans believe that’s a monumental achievement.” As he spoke, Clemens folded her note into a paper airplane and threw it toward the bed. “Are you afraid Tesla will see you with me?”
“I don’t need an escort. I’m fine.”
“I was being completely honest with you about him. He wants no one. You will only be disappointed. Even if he did want you, he’d never give you the complete undivided attention you deserve.”
It was a remark that deserved a kiss and Marie replied with one. Her hand wandered to his cock naturally and it was just as hard as it had been two hours before. Clemens pulled her to the ground, pushed her dress up, and bent her legs back, his cock sliding in and hurting as it did so, and Marie grabbed his hips and pulled him in deeper and deeper. Her orgasm was fast and hard, and shocked her. Clemens was just as fast, and his face looked pained in his orgasm.
As he pulled out, he laughed. “I never know whether you cause me pleasure or pain.”
Marie got to her feet and straightening her dress. “It will always be both.”
“Whatever it is, I have a deep, urgent need of it. I think you should marry me.”
Marie laughed and put on her coat. As she did, she realized she was shaking all over. She wouldn’t empower his offer, or take it seriously, by garnishing it with a reply. “Go shower. You reek of uranium.”
“I don’t think I can let you go,” Clemens said, reaching for her. “My cock is dead, but my heart is desperately clinging to life.”
“If I do a magic trick, will you let me go?”
“Depends how impressive it is.”
She winked at him. “See you soon.” Marie walked through his hotel room door.
She heard Clemens call behind her, “That was extremely impressive!” He yanked the door open. “Please come back! I’m hard again.” He was telling her the truth.
Marie blew him a kiss. It actually formed a green cloud in the air, and slowly dissipated in the air. She said, “I didn’t know I could do that. Look what you’ve done to me, Huckleberry.”
Once Marie was outside, she realized she was quite sober. Also, she felt very hot, as if it was a sweltering August afternoon. She took off her coat, and watched snowflakes steam off the tip of her nose.
Oh, Huckleberry, Marie sighed, and flew home.
Waiters and bell hops were escorting people from the restaurant with lanterns and candles. Marie politely refused assistance and found her way using her natural green glow. She escorted Tesla to the stairs (as the power was still out and elevators unavailable), and he thanked her for her gallantry.
“Do you have many floors to climb?” Marie asked.
“Not many. Only eight. I would never ask you to climb eight floors and escort me to my door. I can make my way from here.” He produced a small ball of plasma and set it floating atop his head. It was adorable and it followed him wherever he turned his body.
Feeling the need to impress him as well, Marie hovered a few feet off the ground and offered to fly beside him. Tesla laughed, deeply, and applauded her. It attracted the attention of the lobby and Marie settled back to her feet.
“Marie, you have changed my life,” Tesla said. “I’m afraid if you continued this dazzling display and escorted me to my door, I would be unable to concentrate on any work for the rest of the night, and possibly through morning.”
Was he flirting with her? Marie wanted it to be true and was afraid she was hearing what she wanted. Then Tesla bowed and said, “Bon soir, mon amie.”
“Bon soir, mon ami. Dors bien,” Marie replied, assuming she was wrong, and curtseyed (because she was buzzed and it felt appropriate), turned, and left. She looked back over her shoulder at Tesla, and found him watching her. That made her heart pound.
Both Kent and Wayne were gone. When Marie asked the hotel manager where they were, he said that they had been called away on an emergency.
Marie knew they’d be occupied the rest of their night with the emergency, which would be catching a bank robber, rescuing a kidnapped heiress, or evacuating a burning apartment building. Then, after, exalted in their success, they would fuck each other for hours, possibly including whatever grateful victim they saved in the process.
Marie could take a cab, and knew she probably should, since it was snowing and she had the wrong shoes on for such weather, and the snow was ruining them. She didn’t want to go home; she wanted to stay out and think about Tesla and feel the cold. She wanted to feel snowflakes melt on her cheeks and in her hair. She was sobering up and that was distasteful. There was a bar on the corner and Marie headed straight for it.
The bar was old and a bit of a dive, but Marie liked it enormously. It was dark until she walked in, and her green glow added a mystical and slightly salacious air.
Marie went up to the bar, leaned forward, and stood on the foot rail. She felt ridiculously playful. The bartender was startled by her, and then a look of pleasure spread all over his face. “You’re Marie Curie.”
“Yes, I am, and I’d love a sloe gin fizz and a shot of rye.”
“Yes, you would, and it’s on the house. Tonight’s celebrity night. All famous people get the first one free.”
Marie laughed. “Who else has been in?”
From behind her, she heard, “Some damn fool calling himself the funniest man in America.”
Marie turned and met Samuel Clemens’s eyes. He was walking up to her with a glass of beer. He leaned against the bar next to her, very close to her, and she could smell tobacco and whiskey on him.
“Mr. Clemens,” she said with a smile. Marie was enormously entertained now. She downed the rye before she had the chance to taste it.
“Dr. Curie, I must say, your nuclear glow is both intriguing and intimidating. Do you have much trouble scaring off would-be gentlemen callers?”
“Never,” she said.
“No one is afraid to get burnt if they touched you?”
“I haven’t heard a complaint yet. Well, no, that’s not true. Rudolph Valentino, poor thing, did burn his tongue.” Marie turned to the bartender and said, “Another round and a shot of rye for Mark Twain, if you please. And another shot for me.”
“You are intriguing. I don’t know what draws me to you more: your molecular structure, your brilliant mind, or your reputation.”
“Be careful, Mark, I do burn.”
“Bartender, if you please, a glass of water.”
“My kind of fire doesn’t get extinguished with just water. You’ll need to smother it.”
“Bartender, a blanket.”
Marie laughed. She said, “Obviously, you're not too terrified. You’re standing incredibly close to me. If you’re not careful, I’ll accidentally set your trousers on fire.”
“My dear, I doubt I’d notice or care.”
They continued drinking and flirting and making terrible jokes about burning and fires and twisting them into double entendres. Suddenly, Samuel Clemens said something Marie hadn’t expected and made her cold.
“Don’t waste your time on Nick Tesla. He has no interest in sleeping with you or marrying you or any woman. He uses all of his sexual energy to do his scientific work. Goddamn waste if you ask me. But he insists its his superpower. He couldn’t create those useless orbs if he didn’t ignore the more intriguing female sex. I’m only telling you this because I respect you. I could see that you’re half in love with Nick already. Let him go. You deserve someone who has a healthy sexual appetite, and would appreciate the honor of taking you to bed. Therefore, and without further adieu, I’m concluding this verbose speech with a straightforward, clear, and scandalous offer to share my bed. Why should we be lonely, when we could give each other such comfort? Besides, if you don’t burn me to a cinders, I think you’d be a hell of a lot of fun. You’d probably be a hell of a lot of fun anyway.”
Marie’s mouth dropped open. She felt incredibly shocked by his forwardness and honesty, and simultaneously, incredibly moved by it.
The Geiger counter pendant lounging in her cleavage increased its ticking, and Samuel Clemens smiled broadly.
Marie finished her drink with a swallow and put her coat on. Samuel Clemens drank his drink as fast as he could and paid the bartender by throwing him a fifty. It was much too much, but he didn’t give a fuck. Marie pushed her fur collar up around her face and said, “Which way?”
“Back to the Waldorf. I hope they got the power back on.”
“I have enough power for us,” Marie said and it was time for his mouth to drop open.
The Waldorf had indeed restored power, and the concierge and bell captain looked downhearted to see Marie returning. She winked at them and promised to behave. “Well, Mr. Clemens,” she said, “up to a point.”
“Call me Sam. Or Mark. Or Genius. Follow your heart. Or any other part of your anatomy you prefer.”
In the elevator, Marie pushed Sam or Mark or Genius against the wall of the elevator and kissed him. He had his hands on her ass at once, and after a few seconds of hard kissing, which was more teeth than lips and tongue, he got away from her.
“You do burn!” he said with a laugh, touching his lips and chin. “I think you’ve singed my mustache.”
“I’m afraid your mustache is in danger of a conflagration and its destruction. We can restrict our activities to preserve its gloriousness.”
“It’s a paltry price to pay for this sublime experience,” he said and pushed her against the wall, kissing her and pulling her leg up, gripping her ass so hard she cried out. Then, just as quickly, he pulled away and his clothes were smoking. Most of his mustache had burnt off, and Marie laughed, covering her mouth, and pulled her dress down over her ass.
Clemens had a suite and Marie whistled, going up to the windows and looking at the magnificent view of snow filled New York. Clemens came up behind her, putting his arms around her waist and burying his face in her neck.
“The view from my office is better,” she said.
“We’ll fuck there next time,” he said.
“Next time?”
“You think I’m going to hide in shame after this. My dear, I plan to gorge myself,” and he turned her around, pushing the hair from her face.
“I could give you cancer.” This was only partially facetious.
“I’d rather die a few years early than live without experiencing you.”
“Are you always so seductively verbose?”
“I never had the inspiration. I’m getting used to your warmth. I don’t feel as much once now that the first layer of skin is gone.”
Marie smiled. “I think I want to call you Huckleberry.”
Clemens laughed out loud. “The way you say Huckleberry with your accent is completely charming and physically thrilling.”
In his southern accent, Marie said, “Why, Mr. Huckleberry, I do declare you are quite physically thrilling yourself.”
That was all Clemens could take. He lifted Marie in his arms and carried her to a bed so large, it seemed to require a road map. Marie said as much, and Clemens said, “Stop making me laugh,” as he pushed her dress up around her hips. He groaned and said, “Heaven help me,” when he realized Marie wasn’t wearing panties. “On second thought, Heaven, don’t help me. I need all the powers of Hell to do this right.”
Marie parted her legs and pushed herself up on her elbows so she could watch Clemens push his mouth into the folds of her slick, wet sex.
He may not have been the best at what he was doing, but his enthusiasm was sublime. He licked her with the relish of an ice cream cone, dripping on a hot afternoon. He licked up every drop of her wetness. He inserted his fingers so he could suck them clean. He worked patiently, and Marie thought watching his face buried in her the sexiest thing she had seen.
Marie came very hard as she watched, and when she pushed his head away he said, “But I’m not finished.”
His mustache and one of his eyebrows was gone. Marie laughed and stroked his wet lips, then pulled his face to hers and begged him to fuck her.
He still had ridiculous patience. He kissed her all over her body, occasionally stopping to nibble any point that was sensitive. After positioning the tip of his cock at the very entrance of her vagina, he paused to suck on her left nipple. Marie groaned and whimpered and started begging.
“I want to enjoy every second of you,” he said, and his tongue slowly slid over the hard tip of her nipple.
When he did slide inside Marie, he did it was a slowness that was almost painful. Marie was used to being fucked hard, of sex being a race she struggled to run. But she felt like she was the one running, and Clemens kept taking her by the hand and pulling her back, telling her to stop and feel the air, feel his hands, feel what was happening inside her.
Marie lost count of the number of times she came. She wondered if she had multiple orgasms or simply one long one that lasted an hour. Immediately afterward, she fell asleep, and when she awoke later, it was to find Clemens asleep beside her, his arm over her. His mouth looked red and burnt. He slept with a smile and it made Marie giggle.
Marie slid out of bed, used the bathroom, and dressed quickly. She left a note with instructions for dealing with his burns. She added, “Call me before you leave NY, Huckleberry.”
She turned and Clemens was standing there. “Are you leaving?”
Marie handed him the note.
He read it and smiled. “I leave the day after tomorrow.”
“Plenty of time,” she said.
“It’s not even dawn.”
“I have an early doctor’s appointment.”
His forehead furrowed and Clemens asked, “Are you unwell?”
“Most of the time, yes. I think I’m fine now. Especially after your ministrations,” and Marie gave him the gentlest peck on his red lips.
For the first time, Clemens looked serious, even concerned. “My dear, that is a very obtuse answer.”
“My darling Huckleberry, it was a very distressing question.” Marie kissed him again, with more care this time, touched by his genuine worry. “I’m fine. I haven’t died yet.”
“To do so would be unforgivably rude,” he said, with an effort at humor. Marie smiled to acknowledge a change to a brighter mood. Clemens said, “Let me take you back to the Wainwright building.”
“I can get a cab.”
“Let me go with you in the cab.”
“It’s miserable out there.”
“I’ll walk you downstairs.”
“You’re naked.”
“I can put on trousers. Don’t you want to be seen with me? I am the funniest man in America, and many Americans believe that’s a monumental achievement.” As he spoke, Clemens folded her note into a paper airplane and threw it toward the bed. “Are you afraid Tesla will see you with me?”
“I don’t need an escort. I’m fine.”
“I was being completely honest with you about him. He wants no one. You will only be disappointed. Even if he did want you, he’d never give you the complete undivided attention you deserve.”
It was a remark that deserved a kiss and Marie replied with one. Her hand wandered to his cock naturally and it was just as hard as it had been two hours before. Clemens pulled her to the ground, pushed her dress up, and bent her legs back, his cock sliding in and hurting as it did so, and Marie grabbed his hips and pulled him in deeper and deeper. Her orgasm was fast and hard, and shocked her. Clemens was just as fast, and his face looked pained in his orgasm.
As he pulled out, he laughed. “I never know whether you cause me pleasure or pain.”
Marie got to her feet and straightening her dress. “It will always be both.”
“Whatever it is, I have a deep, urgent need of it. I think you should marry me.”
Marie laughed and put on her coat. As she did, she realized she was shaking all over. She wouldn’t empower his offer, or take it seriously, by garnishing it with a reply. “Go shower. You reek of uranium.”
“I don’t think I can let you go,” Clemens said, reaching for her. “My cock is dead, but my heart is desperately clinging to life.”
“If I do a magic trick, will you let me go?”
“Depends how impressive it is.”
She winked at him. “See you soon.” Marie walked through his hotel room door.
She heard Clemens call behind her, “That was extremely impressive!” He yanked the door open. “Please come back! I’m hard again.” He was telling her the truth.
Marie blew him a kiss. It actually formed a green cloud in the air, and slowly dissipated in the air. She said, “I didn’t know I could do that. Look what you’ve done to me, Huckleberry.”
Once Marie was outside, she realized she was quite sober. Also, she felt very hot, as if it was a sweltering August afternoon. She took off her coat, and watched snowflakes steam off the tip of her nose.
Oh, Huckleberry, Marie sighed, and flew home.
