I held Lillian’s heavy breast in one hand, careful not to smudge any of the painted letters. With my other hand, I held a small brush as I touched up the letter ‘G’. The bottom half of the letter was red and angry so I was trying to be careful.
Disco music played on the speakers. A circle of porn magazines from the 70’s surrounded us. The flames of nineteen white candles flickered.
“Who is this asshole again?” Lillian asked.
“His magic name was Stephen Karma, and he was an expert on regional spirits,” I said. “He wrote the best book on sentient cities that I have ever read, although my copy has some rain damage.”
“Ow,” Lillian said when my brush touched another bruise.
“Sorry,” I said but I kept painting.
“And you can’t use a normal Ouija board?” Lillian asked.
“As you can tell, Stephen really liked tits,” I said, beginning work on the letter ‘M’. “And not just any tits. They have to be large, magnificent and wonderful examples.”
Lillian blushed. She was so pale with her dyed black hair that when she blushed, her skin turned a rosy pink. “Magnificent, huh?” she asked.
“That is why I asked your coven to send me someone of your qualities,” I said. “I am grateful that they answered my request, especially with the pandemic.”
“Coven Mistress said that they owed you,” Lillian said. “They owed you big. She didn’t tell me why.”
“Well, when they need someone with my qualities for a magic work, I am always happy to help,” I said.
Lillian licked her lip. She was young and her cues were an open book written in large type. “What kind of qualities?” she asked. “Are they big ones?”
I painted another ‘No’ on her right aureole. The previous one had been rubbed completely off.
“Okay, so he likes tits,” Lillian said. “But can’t we use one of those glass things they use on Ouija boards?”
“A planchette,” I said. “And no. Stephen prefers the personal touch.”
I put the paint brush down and inspected my work. The golden letters glittered in the flickering candle light. Waving my hand, I dried the paint as best I could.
“Ready to continue?” I asked.
“How many more questions do you have?” Lillian asked.
“It’s a bit more complicated than that,” I said. “I’m trying to replace one of the damaged parts in the book. I’m going to need him to pinch out an entire page worth.”.
Something close to a whine escaped Lillian’s lips before she remembered that she was serving a friend of her coven.
“Can we ask him to not pinch as hard?” Lillian asked.
“I wouldn’t do that,” I said.
“I want to try,” she said.
It was her right. “Stephen Karma, would it be possible to pinch a little softer?”
An invisible force flattened Lillian’s right nipple. The bottom part of the ‘No’ was caught in the pinch. Lillian hissed and tears sprung once more to her eyes. “Okay, okay!” she snapped.
The nipple resumed its normal shape, although it was much harder now.
Lillian looked right at me. “Fine, you were right. Let’s get this over with. Ask your questions, but you’re going to fuck me stupid when this is over.”
I kissed her left nipple. She moaned from my answer.