Elective Magic

By Maxwell Avoi

Senator Harvey is going to do his best to shut down spending on military projects if he’s re-elected. How can three guys with a camera and a pair of magical shape-shifting rings bring down a senator?
“Elective Magic” is erotica that is unsuitable for those under 18.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Maxwell Avoi
• Release date: Aug 26, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476200255

Maxwell Avoi

Maxwell is an irregular contributor at Fictionmania, and has recently started down the road of independent ebook publishing. He has held several jobs in his life, including DJ, night security guard, front desk worker at a college dorm, and clerk at several gas stations. Only one of those jobs is at all related to writing erotica for Internet sales.Maxwell can be reached at [e-mail]

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Elective Magic

By Maxwell Avoi

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Copyright 2012 by Maxwell Avoi

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The chair recognizes Senator Harvey of Vermont, said the chairman, sounding resigned. He sounded as though he wished that he could recognize anyone else in the world at that moment, but Harvey was the one in front of him so they might as well get to it.

Senator Joel Harvey stood and straightened his suit jacket. Thank you, sir, he said as he stepped to the podium. He gripped both sides, his posture teaming up with his impressive mane of silver hair to give the impression of a lion about to pounce. He looked like the leader of a nation, possibly its next President, calm and confident in spite of addressing one of the most powerful governing bodies in the world. Then he opened his mouth and as far as I was concerned it all turned to shit.

My friends Alan and Morgan sat there next to me. The three of us were lined up along the bar, sipping our beers and watching the television to find out whether or not we were going to continue to have jobs. We worked as civilian contractors for the Army. We ran a small television studio, specializing in educational and informative movies for the troops. However, if Senator Shithead had his way the money for that sort of thing would dry up right along with money for things like bullets and more soldiers. Senator Harvey wanted to tear the military down, beyond even the dreams of the most peaceful. He went on about his plan, should be be re-elected. Unfortunately, his opponents were either completely incompetent or otherwise unelectable, so it looked like he was going to get his wish. It didn't look good for us.

How the fuck does he get elected? said Morgan. I put my hand on his arm when it looked like he was going to throw his mug at the television.

Dude, we don’t need to get kicked out of another bar. And I don’t know. Maybe he hides the crazy between election periods?

"What he should be doing is thanking the troops who make sure that he has the freedom to stand there and spout all this crap. He should be down on his hands and knees kissing their feet." Morgan slammed the beer back, drinking deeply until it was gone. I looked at him, trying to judge his level of drunken irritation, and I ordered him another.

Alan glanced over at the both of us, looking annoyed. He hadn’t been listening to Morgan’s rant. He’d been taking to the guy next to him, some old dude in a suit that had been out of fashion so long that it was back in fashion. Guys, could you keep it down to a dull roar? Scott, why are you getting him another? Seriously?

Hey, I know when I’ve had-, said Morgan.

You obviously don’t. But shut up, come over here and meet this guy, both of you.

I went. Alan didn’t raise his voice often and it was always a cause for concern or interest when he did. I came around to stand next to Alan’s stool and inspect the guy he was talking to.

The man was old, old enough to match the suit, and his yellowing eyes and sallow skin spoke of ongoing illness. His eyes were sharp and his expression focused, so I wasn’t willing to just blow him off. He’d caught Alan’s attention, and Alan's BS resistance was impressive. Morgan came with me, muttering under his breath.

Guys, this is Jimmy Belts, said Alan. He heard about our problem with the good senator there, and he claims to have a way to help us. Go on and tell them what you told me, mister Belts.

Jimmy, said the man. He sounded as though he’d been dead for some time. Just Jimmy, Alan. Now boys, I know you work in the television industry, making videos.

How- Alan held up his hand, cutting Morgan off with a swift gesture.

Jimmy Belts grinned, looking more like a death’s-head than anything. "I’ve been thinking about how stop that old man from breaking up the troops. What you need