Annie CLVIII: Passion Cake

(Chronological index: Between 'Alaska' and 'The Beast.')

Annie was lowered to the center of the cafeteria table. She proceeded to ignore the food and conversation around and above her. She wrapped her arms around her legs and lowered her head to her knees.

She heard Ray place some morsel of his lunch beside her but she decided she'd rather go hungry.

"What's wrong with your sylph?" Jeffy finally asked, pointing down at the pet.

"She's disconsolate." Ray said with a sigh. There was a silence. He looked around the table. "What?"

"Well," Gerry said, "sylphs have never had legal standing. So they've never HAD a consulate."

"Did you take a political course or something?" Paul asked.

"It means inconsolable!" Ray explained. They looked from her to him and back.

"Is she… Is there a problem if she won't dissolve in water?" Thomas asked.

"Do sylphs do that?" Gerry asked.

"You're thinking of insoluble," Paul said. "Inconsolable means she can't reach the buttons on Ray's stereo console."

"I built a scaffold," Ray said absently. "No, she's… Sad. Because she had a friend. Who she can't see any more."

"She has you," Paul said.

"You're her friend," Thomas added. He leaned down to the little woman on the table. "Isn't your Master your friend, Annie?"

Annie popped to her feet and screamed, "My friend was a SYLPH! Not an OWNER!"

"Oh," Jeffy said. "And you got along well?"

"I got FUCKED!!" she said with a stomp of her feet. She turned to Ray. "They've just proven they have limited vocabularies, Master, I feel we should dispense with euphemisms."

"Fuck IS a euphemism for coitus," Ray said. Annie glared. "But you're right," he said quickly, holding both hands up defensively. "You have effectively communicated with careful attention to the audience."

She nodded in satisfaction and started to sit back down.

"So, you're saying she needs to get laid," Gerry said.

"No," Ray started to protest. Annie looked up.

"You know, some meaningless sex might be just what the doctor ordered!" she smiled.

"Veterinarian," Paul corrected. "Just what the vet ordered."

"Fuck off, Paul," Annie said cheerfully.

Ray ignored the exchange. "Okay. Okay, if you want meaningless, I guess... Um. Who else owns a sylph?"

"Naw," Gerry said. "That'll get complicated, you forming a relationship with the owner of a sylph who Annie doesn't want have a relationship with. Just get her a Passion Cake."

"No." Ray's response was instant and firm. "I did… One time, I almost had Annie have sex for our entertainment."

"Almost?" Paul asked.

"It didn't work?" Jeffy asked.

"It was more rape than sex," Ray said.

"And Master fucked the audience UP!" Annie cheered, assuming a batter's stance, swinging her invisible bat.

"Then you could-" Paul started.

"No, no! Passion Cake!" Annie said. "Passion Cake is good!" She licked her lips suggestively and greedily.

Ray looked around the table. "Where do they serve Passion Cakes around here?"

Paul glanced at the other guys. "More than that, you need a date. And it should be a girl."

"Aw," Jeffy complained. "I wanted to see Annie on a Passion Cake."

"No," Thomas agreed. "If it's for Annie's benefit, it should be on a date, not a stud party."

"Too bad I'm between girlfriends," Ray mused. "And I'm not sure I want to treat someone to a Passion Cake on our first date. It seems a little presumptuous."

Annie looked up at Thomas. "Susan could…?"

"I'm not letting my girlfriend share a Passion Cake with some other guy," Thomas said gently.

"You could take my sister," Jeffy said. Everyone turned to stare at him.

"You're offering your sister?" Annie asked. "To date an ENGINEER?"

"Make it a not-date," Jeffy explained. "She's deeply dedicated to her graduate degree program, she never takes any time off, and she's not interested in a relationship.

"I think she'll enjoy a night out, a good meal, a frosted sylph dessert, and no strings attached."

"That sounds like the perfect solution," Annie said suspiciously.

Ray nodded. "Too perfect."

"It's just what they'd expect us to do," Thomas said darkly.

"It's a trap," Paul advised.

"This is the point," Gerry said, "that Jeffy will be shot by a sniper before he could deliver his sister's phone number." The men all lifted their watches and looked form the faces to Jerry.

"You have about five seconds to make your piece with God and partially deliver," Annie said.

"Hey," he protested. "Maybe it's not a thriller? I mean, it could be a romantic comedy. Couldn't it?"

"Which means that your sister will end up in love with Ray?" Gerry asked.

"With singing!" Annie cheered.

"No, not a musical," Ray said. "I can't carry a tune. Or dance."

"As the one who taught you to dance," Annie said, suddenly somber, "I can vouch for that fact."

"Oh, just stand in one spot," Thomas said. "We'll dance around you." Everyone turned to stare at him. "They! THEY'LL dance around you."

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Kate met them at the door to the Steak & Such. The tall brunette was standing at the edge of the sidewalk, making notes on a printout as Ray approached.

She spoke rather insistently to Ray as soon as he started to introduce himself.

"I don't date sophomores. So this isn't a date."

"Yes," Ray said, "Jeffy explained at some length."

"I hope the Narrator left no misunderstandings," Kate said in a menacing tone. Ray was distracted from any implied threat, though.

"The Narrator?" he asked. It seemed an odd nickname.

"I get it!" Annie shouted. Kate's eyes snapped down to Ray's pocket. "Jeffy's realio trulio name is Geoffrey, as in Chaucer!"

"His middle name IS Chaucer," Kate replied. She looked up to face Ray. "She's pretty smart." Annie wasn't sure if the woman sounded surprised.

"And the Narrator was the guy who introduced the Canterbury Tales," Ray nodded.

"Well, sure," Annie grumbled. "Now that I've all but explained it to you."

"I'm willing to cheat in social situations," Ray admitted.

Kate laughed at the two of them. That gave Ray courage to offer his hand. "So can we start all over again? Hi, Kate, I'm Ray and this is Annie. We'd like to buy you dinner as a cover for-"

"For getting my ashes hauled!" Annie shouted.

Kate took Ray's hand, shook it, then bowed in Annie's direction. "I could use a meal that doesn't require dialing the microwave back to 60 three times."

"Oh, I could upgrade your microwave," Ray offered. "An actual timing circuit could be used to just punch in the total desired-"

"Ray!" Annie screamed. "No engineering!"

"That's a dating rule," he countered. "This isn't a date."

"Not a date," Kate nodded. "But maybe we should get a table before you start tinkering with my life support devices."

"Ah, yes." He held the door for her and they went inside. He glanced down at Annie and saw her head tilted as she studied Kate.

He could practically HEAR the sylph wondering: If Jeffy's name was Geoffrey Chaucer, what was Kate short for?

Hopefully she wouldn't ask out loud. At least until he was safely and permanently out of the woman's reach.

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The waiter didn't bat an eye when Ray asked Annie which steak he should get. Ray set up Annie's chair and trai and drink, so he wasn't tasked with waiting on the pet.

He wasn't impatient when Ray wouldn't answer 'can I get you anything?' until the sylph's opinion was asked.

But he seemed uncomfortable when the two guests wanted Annie to pick the sylph for dessert.

"It's traditional for the diners to choose," he insisted. "You're the ones who will be, you know…" He waved at the cages. They were stacked in a two-sided display, males on one side, females on the other.

Annie had insisted on being partnered with a male. Ray and Kate were both okay with that. To be precise, Ray approved. Kate just sat as an interested bystander.

She'd spent the meal trading anecdotes about professors and fellow students, nothing at all about herself or her brother. Ray had responded in kind with school stories, many involving people's reaction to Annie.

Now she had her arms crossed and refused to take a side for or against the waiter.

"But I'm the one who'll be FUCKING him!" Annie insisted.

"She has a point," Ray said.

"No, HE has a point," Annie said, pointing to her preferred partner. "That's what makes him a male, Master. The pointy bit."

"I know that much, Annie," Ray protested. "I got a B in biology. They covered the pointy bits."

"You only got a B because I helped you with your homework," Annie said.

"I still got the B," he replied. He pointed to the cage. "Kate, would you tell the young man that you're okay with this sylph?"

Kate's eyes went to slits for a second. Clearly she hadn't wanted to be involved at all in the process. Then she shrugged. "No, if you let the sylph pick her partner, no one will complain to your boss. I promise."

The waiter moved the stack closer and Annie pointed once more. She picked a tall, wiry sylph, a skinny boy completely unlike Poultry.

The waiter ceremonially removed him from the cage and chained one ankle to the dessert tray. Just as he took the other sylphs away, another waiter delivered the cake.

It was a simple affair, a rectangular slice covered with thick, soft icing. The sylph stood at one end and waited.

"So," Annie asked from the other side of the pastry, "What's your name?"

"Number Six," he replied. He stood patiently still. Annie backed up a step. Ray's fingertips touched her back.

"You asked for this," he said softly. "Now you're hesitating?"

"Quite so," she said. She stripped off her shirt and shorts and placed them in Ray's hand. Number Six looked appreciative as he scanned her bare body.

She stepped up onto the plate.

"So, do we, uh," she started to ask. "I, I've never been on.."

"In," Six said. "You've never been in a Passion Cake." He turned his back, spread his arms and fell backwards onto the cake. Icing splattered. He dug his arms in, covering himself with the stuff.

Annie stepped a bit closer.

"Jump in!" Number Six shouted.

"Jump him," Kate said softly. Annie kneeled in the frosting. Six stroked her with arms covered in buckets of blue frosting.

He pulled her close and squeezed against her. She realized he wasn't making love as much as he was painting her cake topping.

She brushed back against him, slathering armfuls of the stuff onto him. At some point she brushed against him with her thigh and felt his cock. He was raging hard.

She could suddenly see herself from Master's view. He saw two frosted figures writhing on a plate, but could see no details through the opaque confection. They were practically alone, or at least as alone as sylphs ever got.

And where Master hadn't been able to bring himself to watch her make love to Paul, he was keeping an eye out for her right now. He was more anxious than she was, she could tell.

Well, in for a penny, in for a pounding, she thought and cocked a thickly coated leg over Six's torso.

Finding him was easy enough, bringing him into her took a little working. Six was concentrating on putting on a good show for the paying customers, so he was moaning and sighing, laughing and calling to God, even before they were actually having sex.

So the humans never really knew when they stopped watching play-acting and started seeing sexual congress.

Annie found that she liked that. She joined in, after they were joined. She would never call to God, but she did say 'oh baby' exactly six times. Master would love that detail. Then six 'fuck mes' and six 'so goods' and then she kinda lost track and just bounced on the man.

The slurping sound of their separating and slamming grew louder and louder and then she arched her back and screamed.

She almost collapsed, but if she fell on Six right now he'd drown. So she threw herself to one side. Too late she checked to see which side, but luckily she was on Ray's side of the cake.

Six scooted away from her as Ray lifted the knife. He split the cake down the middle and scooped the passion, Annie and cake, onto a second plate for him.

She lay lazily under Master's loving, interested gaze as he carefully took bites of cake out from beside and under her.

He watched as she licked her hands clean, then lifted her up to his face. She extended an arm.

Ray took the entire arm into his mouth, up to the shoulder, gently sucking it clean of frosting.

Then the other arm, then each leg. He left a band of frosting around her waist, extending from the tops of her thighs to her belly button.

Just as she decided he was giving her a bit of privacy with the covering, he shifted his grip and licked her breasts.

So much for privacy. Her breasts were being licked in public, cleaned down to the pores by tongue and suction.

It came to her that Master was not going to lick her pussy because Six had been there. Had come there. Master was a little self-conscious about tasting another man, however small.

Well, as long as he cleaned her off before dressing her again, she could put up with his being a queasy, unadventurous lover.

She was rolled over, face down, as he licked her back, her ass. She automatically tried to pull her hair out of his way, flopping the sugary mass against the side of her face.

A glance across the table showed her Kate. She held Number Six sitting quietly in her palm, wiping him clean with a fingertip and licking the icing off of that.

No direct licking for the serious grad student, evidently.

When he was clean enough, she slipped him a piece of steak she'd reserved from her plate. Six seemed even more excited about that than he had about the sex.

Annie realized most diners would either offer him a bit of the cake or nothing. They probably never got savory food. Her estimate of Kate's IQ went up another notch as the sylph wondered if sylphs could ever eat enough sweets to get diabetes.

Then she lay quietly in Master's warm hand as Six and the dishes were cleared away. The busboy started to reach for Annie and she felt her owner tense. The waiter appeared and verified that Annie wasn't the property of Steaks & Such, though, and a riot was avoided.

Then Ray started to tense up once more. Annie was confused. She saw no cause for alarm.

"How about," Kate offered, "I take Annie to the bathroom while you wait for the check."

"Oh, I'll wash her off," Ray protested, "I just didn't want you to think I was-"

"Ray, I don't know where you live, but I know Jeffy does, and he knows that I know how to hurt him. Is it even possible for you to dump me with the check?" She held her hand out, palm up. "But this is Annie's night, and she's probably tired of men's rooms."

"TWO notches," Annie sighed. Ray bowed to the inevitable and slid his sylph into his Notdate's hand.

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Kate kept the water warm and the scrubbing gentle and just the right amount of soap. Annie relaxed and let the icing and sweat sluice away.

"Notches?" Kate asked as she patted Annie dry with an actual cloth towel.

"You're just way smarter than being related to Jeffy would suggest," Annie said.

"He was dropped on his head a couple of times," Kate said with a nod. In a lower voice she said, "I should know, I'm the one that dropped him."

"Ah. Well, if you don't want to date a sophomore, do you want to trade for a smarter younger brother?" Annie asked. She gestured to include the lady's room. "I mean, I could get used to this."

"So could I," Kate said. She lifted the sylph up and took a long sniff of the clean, nude body. Annie squirmed under the attention. Hot, moist breath flowed over and around her.

The giant's tongue darted out to press once, lightly, against each breast.

"Oooooh," Annie said.

"Yeah, I don't need any more men in my life," Kate said.

"So, I should have picked a girl sylph? Or, next time, should I…?"

"That would be a little too obvious," Kate said quietly. "We're not, quite, a nation of libertines."

"Ray wouldn't judge," Annie promised.

"Judge?" Kate replied. "I don't want anyone to KNOW!"

"Oh." Annie gestured her lips shut. Kate nodded and set about dressing the sylph back up.

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Annie curled up in Ray's pocket and slept through the goodbyes and the ride home.

Jeffy was in the dorm lounge, sliding up behind Ray as he opened the door to their room. "So how did it go?"

"No one broke out in unrehearsed song or enthusiastic coordinated dance," Ray reported. "And Kate didn't promise dire retribution upon you at the end."

"Ah," he nodded. Satisfied at the lack of impending doom, he returned to the television.

Ray bent way over to ease Annie out of his pocket as gently as possible. She gave a brief mew of complaint at losing the heat of his body, but curled up between his hands as he cupped her.

"Is you all better, Anniekins?" he asked.

She writhed languidly under his gaze and smiled. Then he felt a sudden change in her emotions. "It's better," she said, but with a tiny little whine. But I still miss Poul."

"So you're saying this may take more than one application?" he asked. "Or…" he mused. She looked up at him.

His hand moved, fingers stroking her side, her leg. One fingertip pushed her knees apart. "Maybe I can…help?" he asked.

She spread her legs wider as he stroked her inner thighs with two fingers. "Maybe…" she allowed. She put thumbs to shorts and pushed them down. When they cleared her ass, he pinched them to pull them all the way off.

"So where do you miss him the most?" Ray asked.

Annie pointed, her finger making little circles. "Right heeeeere, Master." He lowered his head to lick where she directed. "Mmmmmm, yes, Ray, that's the spot."

She lifted her shirt, wondering if he'd be more excited, or less, to know

that Kate had licked her boobs. But she'd promised discretion, she remembered, just as he started to lick her from thigh to throat, paying special attention to each breast.

"And you found the other spots," she purred.



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