12. Impressive powers
The drive from Golder’s Hill to The Rock Tavern was short but slow, full of traffic lights and poor driving.
“Are you sure all these people actually learnt to drive?” Fred grumbled, as yet another driver changed lanes without signalling.
“Just because you learnt without trying!” Cara laughed. “Be patient. No point succumbing to road rage around here!”
When they stepped into The Rock Tavern, Shandy rushed to the door to greet them.
“My two favourite people!” she gushed. “I spent the morning going through the chest for clothes that might suit you, Fred! Come up and see!”
The three of them went up to what had been Fred’s room. Shandy had organised piles of clothes into different categories:
“Here we have casual, smart and strange-but-I-thought-you-might-like-it.”
“Get on with it!” Cara giggled. “Me and Shandy need to catch up a bit.”
Shandy and Cara sat close enough on the bed to whisper to one another, and far enough for Fred to only catch the occasional word as he started trying on the clothes.
“Lift… gym… kitchen… HUGE!… casino… mind merge… chest…”
Each piece of clothing billowed and fit, billowed and fit. If Fred turned towards the girls, they would both be watching him intently and would respond with a “nice!” or a “nah…” before getting back to their gossip, which he was pretty sure was all about him too.
It felt good. It felt good to be the focus of their attention, while they still shared the intimacy they must have had for years before he arrived.
Their arms wound round each other’s backs, keeping each other so close that when they turned their heads, their lips were poised to whisper in each other’s ear, or rather for Shandy to whisper up into Cara’s ear, and for Cara to whisper down to Shandy.
“I nearly forgot! I got you some undies!”
As Fred took the pile, Shandy giggled.
“Maybe Cara and I should take this opportunity to get dressed for tonight too. Pick some clothes from the casual pile, but make sure you can dance in them.”
Cara planted a kiss on Fred’s cheek, and the two of them left him alone to re-size his underwear.
When he got back downstairs, Cara had changed out of her demure work clothes.
He recognised her top. It was the button down shirt Shandy had opened for him when they played cards together, but it became a crop top on her longer torso, exposing her flat belly.
Catching his eye, Shandy put a finger to her lips.
Fred felt a lurch in his pants. Shandy wanted him to think of her when he looked at his girlfriend!
Instead of her knee-length work-wear, Cara was wearing one of Shandy’s short, flirty skirts.
Fred recognised it from his very first night on Earth, when he had watched it swish out of his room.
Cara wore it low on her hips, yet it still looked shorter than it did on Shandy.
Was her naked pussy just below that tiny skirt?
The thought sent so much blood rushing to his cock that he stepped behind a bar stool to hide the resulting bulge.
“What do you think?” Shandy laughed. “This is the Cara I used to know, before she got all old and boring!”
“Twenty-eight’s not old, and making a decent living isn’t boring!” Cara said in mock disgust, tickling Shandy’s waist, and making her squeal and jump away.
“Let’s see if you can keep up tonight then,” Shandy said. “Though I’ll be behind the bar, so you’ve only got to keep up with this mountain of a man. And I’m guessing he won’t be drinking much if he’s driving you home… so maybe you’ll get away with it!”
The atmosphere in the Tavern was different from the rest of the week.
Space had been cleared for dancing and the DJ was already set up for the night.
Groups drifted in, ordering beers and copious bar snacks, and settling down at the tables that would be their bases for the night.
Cara and Fred stayed up at the bar, chatting with Shandy, until she became too busy serving.
The volume of the music ramped up as the crowds grew. Once shouting became the only way to talk Cara and Fred took to the dance floor.
Fred’s presence cleared space as always. When Cara ground up against him, he slipped a finger under her skirt to find her pussy as wet and naked as ever.
“Naughty, naughty!” Cara pulled his beard down to shout in his ear. “We can save that until we get home!”
Fred’s eyes swept the room. If Liz, Liv or Dina were there, he couldn’t spot them amongst the mass of writhing bodies.
Fred’s joy on the dance floor reminded him of the woods and the freedom he felt there.
The wildness of the woods, and the wildness of this heaving, hormone-heavy horde called to him in different ways, each equally enticing.
He felt excitement surge through him and he closed his eyes again to let the music carry him.
He felt Cara’s hands on his rippling muscles, as she slid them under his t-shirt, and, despite her own insistence that he behave, he felt her rubbing up against his cock, gripping onto his jeans as she did so.
This is a warrior’s heaven, the thought floated into his mind. But have I lived the life of a warrior?
His eyes flew open, and before disappointment could hit, Cara clung to his shoulders and kissed him on the lips.
“Can you get me a drink?” she shouted in his ear. “I’m parched.”
The two of them wound their way back to the bar, and Cara hung back as the other customers let him through.
Fred was just about to order when there was a sudden, deep groan behind him, and Cara began screaming.
“Bob… Bob… Come quick! Bob…”
There was a flash, and everything and everyone froze. Bob vaulted the bar, and Fred turned round to see Cara, mouth wide open, as frozen as everyone else.
“Did you do this?” Bob roared. “Did you melt this poor man?”
Bob peered between the other customers to see a man liquified from the crotch down. His face was fixed in a grimace of abject pain.
“That wasn’t me!” Fred gasped. “I was just trying to buy drinks.”
“Then who else could have done it, huh?”
Fred and Bob both looked around, trying to spot any clues.
“Cara was standing closest to him…” Fred started.
“But she’s human…” Bob finished.
Bob tapped Cara on the shoulder, and she came back to life, mid scream. She soon noticed that everyone had frozen around her, and looked pleadingly at Fred before turning to face Bob.
“What’s happened,” she cried. “Why did he collapse like that?”
“Maybe you can help answer that one,” Bob answered, toning down his anger now he was faced with Cara’s fear. “What happened.”
“I felt a hand creep up my skirt, fondling my arse, so I grabbed this man’s hand, then turned round to grab his balls… and then this happened!”
“Elven magic!” Fred gasped. “Your anger did this!”
“But how?” Cara gasped. “I’m not an elf!”
Bob gave Fred a strange look.
“Let me just check that…”
He pulled out his mobile, and pointed it at Cara.
“There are still traces of human, but mostly I’m getting ‘Other’…” Bob explained, turning the phone screen towards them.
“3% human
90% other
7% elf”
“What the hell have you two been up to?” Bob said, glaring at them both.
“What anyone would get up to at the start of a relationship…” Cara said, defensive but blushing.
“Have you come inside her?” Bob asked, eyes blazing.
Fred thought back through each time he’d shot his load since they met.
“Only down her throat so far, otherwise I’ve sprayed it all over her.”
“Too much information!” Bob growled. “Clearly, however she’s been absorbing it, your spunk has given her powers… impressive powers, judging by the state of this guy!”
“Can you help him?” Cara asked, her voice cracking. “I only wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine! I didn’t mean to hurt him this much.”
“I can get him back to normal. It will take a while and I’ll have to wipe his memory, along with everyone that was near you in the bar at the time.”
“Can you get me back to normal?” Cara sniffled. “I don’t want to do this to every guy who… Anyway… I wouldn’t want to do it accidentally ever again!”
“Fred, message Chester and tell him your girlfriend is going to be his next client. Thanks to you two, I have a lot of extra work to do tonight, so I suggest you both head home now before you cause any more trouble!”