In-Between Work and Play (The Jocelyn Frost Series Book 1) Read Free Page B

tended
to reach a century at best, although at least a third of their lives were spent
in bodily degeneration.  The ones with magic intertwined in their life forces
doubled their life expectancies, but beyond that, they had to breed in order to
survive as a species.  People infected with the lycanthrope virus, aka
werewolves, tended to fall into this category as well. 
    The fae were
quite the opposite.  Yes, they could die if they received enough bodily damage,
but, for the most part, they were immortal.  The oldest fae on record reached
his twenty-seven-thousandth birthday last spring.  With the possibility of
endless longevity, the faes’ reproductive systems went through periods of
dormancy.  Not that it did anything to disturb their libidos.  It had quite the
opposite effect. 
    As for my mythos
brethren, they ranged between mortal and immortal species.  Some groups, like
the gods, were both immortal and extremely fertile.  Other groups, however,
like the centaurs, griffins, and unicorns, were both mortal and infertile.
    I clicked on the
mouse, waking up my computer.  Having an office in the In-Between gave me
access to resources located in multiple dimensions.  On one side, I could tap
into our WiFi server located outside the portal in Washington D.C. On the other
side, I could access similar technology at the server in Erda. 
    Perhaps my
dilemma could be solved in-house. My coffee had cooled by the time I decided to
click on the Bough of Converging Worlds intranet directory.  Inspiration hit me
in the form of a single department. With a shrug, I dialed the department’s
number, and after six rings, someone finally picked up.
    “Good evening
and thank you for calling the Department of Sex Magic,” a raspy woman panted.
“My name is Katrina Rift.” She swallowed as a low moan vibrated across the
line. “How can… How can I help you?”
    I pinched the
bridge of my nose as something that sounded like a rubber ball bouncing echoed
in my ear.  “Hi Katrina, I’m, umm…”  Did I really want to bother this woman
while she was in the middle of getting laid?  “…Jocelyn Frost, over in the
Psychology Department.  I’m looking for someone who can either develop
contraception spells or enchant condoms to ward off pregnancy.”
    “I’m… I’m…
sor.., ry… most of the senior members of the de… department are away at a
retreat in Erda.”  I heard several more muffled moans.  “There is no one pow…
powerful enough here that can help you with that ty… type of magic.  Most of us
focus on main… maintaining the In-Between or increasing fertility, not less…
lessening it.”
    “Huh… I see.”  I
shook my head, and then had to ask, “Is that what you’re doing right now? 
Pumping magic into the In-Between?”
    The smacking sound
grew louder. “Yes!  Best job ever!”
    I had to hold
the phone away from my ear. It was time to hang up.  “Umm… keep up the good
work, and please leave a message for the head of your department to please get
back to me.”  With that statement, the other end went silent. 
    Wow, no wonder
most of the interns applied to that department. At least, the energy generated
from their combined orgasms fueled the Nexus. 
     I returned to
my computer, trying to find someone who specialized in contraception methods. 
After several hours spent pursuing dead ends, making a few phone calls, and a
one-on-one client therapy session, I decided to call it a day. 
    It was getting
late, and as night progressed, there would be an increase of unsavory
characters prowling about.  It would be nice if the Enforcers, the BCW’s police
force, did a better screening job with the merchants that worked and
transported goods into the Commerce District.  That way, I could walk around
after dark without having to look over my shoulder; but that would be
unethical.  So yeah, my mood continued to sour.  
    Images of having
to move back into a dormitory filled my mind.