No Parking — A Hit and Run Story
By The Ethical Hypnotist
Chapter Five: The (Horny) Haunted Mansion
After breakfast, Lola and Violet made their way to Hades’ Halls, the ‘haunted’ part of Bacchanal Bay. Largely, this meant the staff were in black togas and wore a lot of eyeliner, but there were several popular rollercoasters and The Halls of Tartarus, Bacchanal Bay’s answer to The Haunted Mansion.
The pair drew attention from the moment they walked through the gates. Unlike in Poseidon’s Plunge, nudity was not encouraged—Lola was the only naked person here, and while people were never upset with her nudity (she had been careful to specify that in her wish), they certainly noticed.
Violet fared little better. People did wear bondage gear in the park—and in The Halls particularly—but no one had gone nearly as far as her. She’d worn her white ‘summer’ latex dress to avoid overheating, a deep V highlighting her gigantic breasts, and her arms were bound behind her back with the lightest rope she owned. Her 6″ thigh high stiletto boots completed the ensemble. The only incongruous piece was a neon fanny pack to hold their stuff—neither of them had pockets.
Lola loosely held Violet’s leash as they walked, all eyes on them as they wandered.
“Ok, we’re certainly drawing the attention away from Master and Beanpole.” Lola waved to a gawking couple. “Though I feel it’s going to make it difficult for us to do any snooping.”
“We could always purchase clothes from the gift shop and change…” Violet made the suggestion half-heartedly, and when Lola made a sour expression she nodded in agreement.
“I haven’t worn a stitch in over a year, and I don’t intend to start now.”
“Not true, Mistress—you wore a veil and a garter at your wedding.”
“Don’t split hairs with me, slave!” Lola smiled and gave Violet a peck on the cheek, drawing further stares. “Anyway, I guess we just wander around and take notes. There’s bound to be some interesting doors and gates we can pop into.”
Phones in hand, they queued for Cerebus Chase, one of the most popular roller coasters in the park. They marched along for the better part of an hour, casually taking notes and snapping pictures of locked doors and side entrances. The ride itself was brief but thrilling, chased by the famous hellhound as their car raced around the rails. They were both giddy with excitement as they left.
“My god Violet, I’ve never heard you shriek before! It was adorable!”
Violet blushed at her mistress’ words. “You make me shriek all the time.”
Lola considered. “No, those are more like cries… or yips maybe. In any event, you’ve never been scared when I got those noises out of you.”
“Let’s ask Mr and Mrs Vasquez for a ruling. We should stick to the task at hand for now, Mistress.”
The pair stopped at Charon’s Churros for a snack and discussed.
“Everything seems pretty normal.” Lola gnawed on her treat, then pointed the stub at a large steel gate, between a gift shop and the goth bar, at the end of the main thoroughfare. “Except for that. It’s big enough to drive a truck through, but doesn’t seem to go anywhere. There’s nothing that way but cliffs, if Google Maps is right. Yet those two plainclothes goons have been sitting there since before we got on the coaster.”
Violet looked up from the pavement, cinnamon and sugar on her lips. “Supposedly Orfanos has a private villa inside the park. A cliffside mansion, secluded from the mob, would definitely fit the bill. Perhaps Mr Ashcroft can provide some insight?”
“Good call.” Lola took a picture of the gate, as casually as possible, and messaged Dave.
«Hey dork-ass, what’s on the other side of this gate? Hades’ Halls, western edge.»
«Don’t pretend you’re not a dork-ass too, just because you fuck around the clock. Hold on.»
Lola was shocked by the accusation. “Violet, am I a dork-ass?”
From her knees, Violet considered the question as she finished her churro. “I wouldn’t phrase it that way, Mistress. You have an analytical mind and a passion for technology. Happy.freak has grown notably from the seed Mr Vasquez created, due to your vision and dedication. Let’s say you’re a futurist.”
“My god, I AM a dork-ass…” Lola’s moment of clarity was interrupted by her phone buzzing.
«Guard house about 50 yard behind the gate, fancy looking mansion maybe 300 yards beyond that.»
A series of security stills followed, showing the modernist compound and its surrounding landscaping. A helicopter pad sat on the roof. Lola gestured Violet to rise, and showed her the pictures. “You got it exactly right, sweetie. Dollars to donuts, anything we’re looking for is in there.”
“Thank you, Mistress. I agree, though hopefully it won’t come to actual breaking and entering.”
“Speak for yourself.”
Violet stood, and Lola took a moment to wipe her mouth and give her a drink of water. “Ok, let’s go try Halls of Tartarus before the line gets too crazy.”
They had just stepped into the line (Wait time from here: 40 minutes) when Dave texted again.
«Don’t look up. They’ve noticed you—someone is tracking you with the cameras.»
Lola almost looked up anyway, but stopped herself. She showed her phone to Violet, who only nodded. “Drawing attention is the plan, Mistress—though it is oddly unsettling.”
«Any idea who’s doing it?» Lola really wanted to look for the camera tracking them.
«I mean, there’s like twenty guys in the security booth. Not sure who’s your peeper.»
«Let’s see if we can figure it out. Keep watching the security goons.»
Lola turned back to Violet. “Time to draw some more attention.” She grabbed Violet’s waist, pulled her close and stuck her tongue down the woman’s throat. One hand moved to Violet’s ass, the one with her phone to Violet’s neck. Lola let out a soft moan as their tongues explored.
Heads turned and somebody whistled. The writhing couple politely moved as the line advanced, never breaking their embrace. Lola moved a hand to grope a massive latex-clad breast, and a guy farther up shouted “YEAH!” Violet leaned in, and Lola shifted her hand again to grab the woman’s thigh and lift up her leg.
Another guy whistled, and Lola gave him a wink. Then her phone buzzed behind Violet’s neck. She glanced at it, shifting her head to both look and kiss.
«Found it. 3-4 staff all moved to one guy’s desk. Pigs. I can shut down his terminal if you want.»
Lola released Violet, stepping back and wiping her mouth. There was a smattering of applause and more whistling, and Lola bowed theatrically. Show over, she went back to her phone.
«Not yet. Thanks Dave!»
Violet was still flushed and panting when Lola looked up. “Thank you for the attention, Mistress.”
It took another half hour before they were seated in their “chariot.” Lola fiddled with her phone, discreetly taking pictures of exit doors and operator controls as the safety bar came down.
“Do you think we’ll get anything useful shooting pics on the ride?”
Violet reached out, ropes stretching like taffy, and gently removed the phone from Lola’s hand.
“I doubt it, Mistress.” She put the phone in her fanny pack—then removed a compact rabbit vibrator. “I suggest instead you relax and enjoy yourself.”
Lola’s eyes went wide and she gave Violet a excited smile. “Do you think we have time?”
“Oh yes, Mistress. The ride will last about 10 minutes. Ample time.”
As the chariot crawled forward in the dark, the noise of rattling chains and tormented souls was accompanied by an all-together different sort of moaning.