Kyndra Loves You: Preface

Kyndra Lee Lounges Aboard The Steam Strider

 

PREFACE:
As Told By King Of Clowns, Pucky Luxx

(An Edited Version of a pictorial previously released on www.thesilverseal.com.)

During one particularly spectacular sunset, I had the pleasure of accompanying my good friend and accomplished rock musician Russell on a promotional junket out to Mineral Island aboard his trusty runabout, the Dread Moray. Russell, of course, has quite a following among the youngsters around Gemstone and his visit was a cause for much hoopla! I will save the details of my handsome and talented friend's exploits among the star-struck for another time, but let it be known that should there be a sudden spike in the local midwifery that quite a few bouncing baby boys would blink with the sparkling blue eyes of our favorite pop star! As for yours truly, it was a wonderful opportunity to enjoy the local flavors, especially the succulent steakfish chowder, and haggle with more than a few minors over their prized raw obsidian. Needless to say, perhaps, I look forward to our next trip!

Kyndra On The Steam StriderBut it was, as I mentioned, a dazzling twilight as we rounded the eastern coast of Springfield Bluffs on our way back to the main island. I was looking resplendent in a custom tailored naval jacket and slacks with a brand new pair of Johnson and Dangle deck shoes. Russell, of course, was all but naked, as is his wont, but also that of the dozens of young music enthusiasts that took the liberty of tearing themselves some precious souvenirs from my good friend's stylish ensemble! I scarcely remember what he was wearing before it was torn from his lean and supple frame. Perhaps needless to say, my fabled friend was so fraught with fatigue on our return voyage, that it took more than several jostles to make sure he could still navigate the Sea of Secrets. I, of course, was close enough to my palace in the Bluffs to swim home should we run aground, but I am acutely aware that the Imperial Lifeguard is tiring of rescuing the Dread Moray from the shallow waters of the southern straits, so I took it upon myself to assure that the usual debaucheries beneath the Springfield Boardwalk were not to be interrupted by yet another distress signal from the Moray and its inebriated or otherwise distracted or compromised pilot. No, tonight Russell was sleepy, but sober, and unattached for the moment from the hindquarters of some half-naked and adoring fan.

As we neared the south shore of the Bluffs, I noticed an oddity that I will not soon forget. It was some type of watercraft, billowing steam into the overcast sunset, while a pair of paddle-wheels, as I can best describe them, that appeared to be like two quartets of long oars arranged around an axle on each side of the vessel, whirled behind, pushing the dark metal beast on a meandering course westward. A large steam furnace and metal platform in front of it were held aloft by a pair of long pontoons. I've seen many a ship in my days along the shores of the archipelago, but this was quite unique. A beastly thing, quite frankly, something that Her Eternal Radiance, or what ever the Empress calls herself these days, would probably ban from the Sea of Secrets on the spot, merely due to its frightful unsightliness.

As the plodding machine neared, on its way back to some Costa Preto Ancient Keepers shipyard presumably, its pilot became much more discernible, practically fighting to keep the vessel moving in a straight line. A young lass she was, with a shock of golden hair and a serene smile on her face, which from a distance seemed like it might be quite a lovely one. Across the greasy bow of the ship were a collection of fishing gear, and a bucket glinting in the rapidly fading sunlight. She was fishing and it looked like she'd had some success as she dropped from the steering wheel for a moment to inspect a fat, wet fish still flopping in her bucket. Knowing his passion for the fairer sex, I noted to my pilot that there might be some quite exquisite cargo on the odd monstrosity to our north.

"Oh, I've seen her before," He remarked, craning his head to get a better look, while keeping an elbow on the steering wheel, "She's a marilyn. A Geek."Kyndra On The Steam Strider

"Tell me more," I replied, squinting to see if I could discern any visible deformity. As we got closer, though, she only seemed more lovely, "I don't believe you."

Russell sighed, while slowing the Moray to a stop for the moment, "Old Man, if there's one thing I know about it's the female population of these little islands. She's a Geek. Trust me."

He wandered over to the side of the boat and leaned over, taking a closer look, "Mmmm. Yeah. I always see her on the way back from Mineral. She's always sunbathing on the rocks at Costa Preto. Never anywhere else, and always alone. Killer body. If the rocks weren't so treacherous down there, I'd try to swing closer..."

He glanced at me for a moment, "Never seen her here though, or that boat, or whatever that thing is." He strode casually back to his seat by the steering wheel, and thrust the Moray back to speed. If he'd never seen this one before and there was a chance that she wasn't an Ancient Keeper Daughter, he'd have spend more time ogling. He wasn't lying.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking," I asked, knowing that would be almost impossible.

"No. I know what you're thinking."

"And?"

"You're thinking that I'm thinking what a great fuck she would be."

"Damn, you are a smart one, Russell. And you are, aren't you?"

"Oh, yeah. But... mmm... not today old man. Maybe you can introduce me to some of your A.K. friends down there in South Station so I could try and meet her, but, I've got my hands full at the moment."

"You don't need to go underground to meet her, Russell."

"Huh?"

"Well, she's got two hefty looking piefish in her bucket. She'll probably cook one for her family tonight, the other... She's got to cash it in somewhere, am I not right?"

"You're always right. She'll probably be on the next shuttle to Empire Ave. But I have plans tonight. And you? You're taken, or so you say... so...?"

"I bet she can dance."

"Oh, I bet she can dance, too. I would pay to see that."

"And so would my lucky patrons at the Seal."

"Ah.... And that's why you're the King..." Russell gave me a sly smile and a nod, tapping his temple with a finger as he wheeled the Moray around the bend toward the Boardwalk, leaving the beauty and her beast off in the southern distance.

 


Just in time. I hastened to Empire Avenue and into the main Fisheries Hall just as the marilyn was about to leave, still barefoot and carrying her pail. The serene, enchanting smile was gone however, replaced by one of the more adorable pouts I'd seen in quite some time. But this was not a time for shy adoration from afar. She was clutching a measly five clam bill in her other hand, obviously hoping for more, especially since that piefish was big enough to be identified from a runabout 120 meters away!

Such an injustice! Unfortunately all too typical for the thugs that masquerade as public servants these day. But this was not the time to reflect quietly about the sad state of the Empire either. It was time for action.

As she passed closer, I decided to get her attention with a kind and friendly tone, "Excuse me, angel. What has made your pretty face so long?"

Pucky Finds Kyndra At The Fisheries


Her startle quickly gave way to that expression I have known for so many years. The realization that she was suddenly face to face with yours truly, a living legend.

"I know you!" She gasped, her bright blue eyes wide with excitement.

"But I don't know you, angel, or why you have such a long face!"

"Oh, Uh... Kyndra. Kyndra Ambleton... and uh..."

"I know. You've just been given a mere five clams for a succulent piefish you caught off the Bluffs this afternoon."

If her eyes could get any wider she could join the sideshow as the Owl Girl. She flushed, nodding, "You're King Lucky, and you really DO know everything. Wow!"

A warm smile was all I could muster, "No, love. I didn't know your name did I? But I do know you can get more than five clams for a piefish these days. Follow me."

The Hall was all but empty as our voices echoed. I strode up to the counter to find the Comprador still smirking as he held Miss Ambleton's catch. His expression drained as he saw me, of course, as this was not the first time yours truly has had words with a Fisheries Comprador.

"Clearly, this fish you have is worth more than what the Empress just paid for it," I insisted. He shrugged and mumbled something only partly intelligible.

I glanced over at the scale behind the counter. "If you can show me what is stuck to the bottom of that scale," I replied, clearly enough for anyone passing to hear, "Then Ms. Ambleton and I will be on our way and out of your poorly coiffed hair."

He looked at me as if I'd just told him that his fly was down. I continued. "That small nail right there. It looks like some kind of prop." I pointed as he lifted the scale a bit, feigning ignorance and concern. "Wouldn't something like that interfere with the balance enough to deprive a hard-working, tribute-paying citizen their due compensation for their daily catch?"

By now, the lines at the counter had begun to grow as the evening boats were docking down the street. In moments, the Hall would be filled with anglers waiting impatiently for their inspections and compensations. The murmur behind me began to increase as impatient fishermen craned their necks to see what type of fuss the King of Clowns could possibly be making. I could sense the Comprador's burgeoning exasperation, which meant, of course, that a settlement was near. I looked back over my shoulder pointing to the scale as the weary crowd squinted to see what I was protesting.

The Comprador leaned forward and lowered his voice to a hushed, but insistent hiss, "Look, Mister."

"Master," I insisted, interrupting him immediately.

He almost groaned, but gathered himself, "Look, Master. Maybe there is something wrong with it. I promise I will look into it. You don't want to cause trouble do you?"

"By all means, no!"

"Good, then why don't you accept 15 clams..."

"20."

"20 clams. Fine. I don't want the Bureau Director to haul me in for another... for an audit. Here..."

He slid a pair of fresh ten-clam notes across the counter and I rewarded him with a grin and a bow, "You are a smarter man than you look, Mr. Comprador. I'll be off."

And the smile on Miss Ambleton's face made the entire incident worthwhile. But that was not why I was there. She was just about to thank me for the extra bills in her hand, when I handed her something else.

"This is an invitation, love." She took the small card with the address of the Silver Seal with a curious look on her cherubic face.

"For me? For what?"

Now, it's well-known that Ancient Keepers have very few inhibitions, but Kyndra was so, for lack of a better word, sweet. Gentle, even. For some reason, as much as I had convinced myself that the young lass would be an exquisite feature at our little club, I reserved judgment, prudently, until our interview and audition. She arrived, looking wide-eyed and as adorably and charmingly pleasant as she had in our first meeting at Fisheries.

She was ushered to the dressing room and her eyes lit up like the Fornax Fuel signs at the tackle shop. Clearly, she'd not had much of a wardrobe to choose from in her quiet youth on the Southern Shores. I had a particular item or two that I wanted her to adorn and was about to have them retrieved when she placed a small hand on my forearm and looked up at me with a broad smile.

"I see something really pretty that I want to wear for you, Mr. Lucky," she said softly, as if she didn't want the others nearby, my bartender Woody and valet Rip, to hear.

"Alright then, Miss Ambleton," I told her, dropping my voice a bit to match hers, "You can surprise me. I'll be going through some resumes and photos over there." I pointed to the fourth VIP room, which I was currently using as an office. And if not for my lovely daughter who somehow manages to wake her father from many a rum-induced slumber, a hotel room.

Kyndra Wows Her New Boss


And surprise me, she did. Pleasantly, so! She almost meekly slid through the maroon curtain filling out a gold lame cocktail dress as if it was tailored just for her curves. Devastating curves. I'd never seen her in anything but some sloppy old overalls so this was quite a confirmation of my own prescient sense of voluptuousity. I still have it. Yes.

"Look what just walked into my room! It must be an angel!" No, I could not contain my enthusiasm for how she looked in the old dress from the long-gone heydays of the Seal.

"You are so silly, Mr. Lucky," she said shyly, but there was nothing shy about the way she moved in that tiny shimmering garment, "But thank you."

"You are most welcome, my love," I smiled. She was polite.

We talked for more than an hour about her life, her tastes, and her interests, and she did a few of the most sultry little moves for me in that small little room. Spectacular. Simply spectacular.

"Do I look like I could be a showgirl for you?" She finally asked.

"Well, that depends," I replied, struggling to keep my radiant grin at bay, "You will have to pass Mestre Woody's muster, first!"

Yes. Woody. My trusted right-hand man, master of mixology and as keen an observer of my clientele as anyone could be. He would know if this precious gem of a young woman could handle the limelight of the Silver Seal stage. He would have the finger on the pulse of the common man. Their tastes. Their expectations. I, of course, can smell talent from 20 knots away, but if she could enamor Woody, then we would have something special.

"Woody!" I called from my red leather love seat, "Will come and complete my interview?"
 


Having tribal responsibilities draw me away from the Park, that would be the last I'd see of Miss Ambleton that evening. But two days later, I received a small note, which was pinned to the gate of my yard. It was from Kyndra and brief. She'd "thought about" the "job offer" and had "accepted" it. It was a curious little scrawl as I don't recall making an official offer. Just the same, I was quite gratified! Quickly, I had my driver take me to the Park so I find out the results of her audition with Woody.

"She is an unusual girl," He muttered, not even looking up from the shelf he was restocking as I entered the bar. "I'm not sure she's all there."

"And?" I awaited his report as I leaned against the edge of the bar.

"She's... well... she's a knockout. And she can dance. Like... really dance."

"But?"

"Okay, well, first, after she showed me a few poses, a few moves, I needed to do the modesty test, right?"

"Yes... and?" I sometimes which Mr. Woody had a knack for getting to a point.

"So I tell her to go back to the D.R. and pick out the tiniest thing she'd be comfortable wearing. And she actually had no idea what I meant. So, I told her that we're allowed to open but due to an Imperial Decree we are not allowed to have naked dancers. And she seemed even more confused. Finally, I just told her to go find a bathing suit she liked. She's a strange girl. Anyway, I just told her anything she liked and felt comfortable wearing would do. And she came back wearing..."

He stopped and held up what appeared to be a thin pink bungee cord. I needed my spectacles to get a better look. It was barely a garment at all! A shiny, sheer little thing that would have made my most jaded go-go girls blush but six summers ago.

Kyndra's Rubber Sling"It's called a slingshot," Woody interrupted my inspection. "She actually brought it with her. It's not ours. She made it."

"Lovely," I replied, still fascinated with the tiny thing. "Does it..."

"Yes. It covers her nipples and private parts. And... that's about it. I re-read the Decree three times, Master, and it's in compliance. The decree is quite specific. In fact, the decree itself - what should be covered - what shouldn't be - well, it would make some titillating reading for some adolescent boy locked in his family's bathroom, I think."

"Quite a vision, Mr. Woody."

"Thank you. But that's not all."

"Oh?"

As I held the little "slingshot" up to my own torso, trying to see what it exactly would cover, Woody continued.

"She must have been confused about... well... I don't know how to explain this, " he sputtered, "I was ready to go home and I'd kind of worked up a bit of... sweat, I guess... so I helped myself to the locker room shower before heading out. Honestly, I thought she had already left!"

"Do I need to know this?"

"Well, you will anyway. I mean... I was in the locker room, you know..."

I was not sure what he was trying to say. So, I simply urged him to get it his point with a flip or two of my free hand.

"She came in while I was in there. And... well... she said something about not being able to work the shower spigot. I think that's what she said, but the water was pretty loud, so I'm not sure. Anyway, walks right up to my shower stall and I'm trying to cover myself up and she drops her towel right there... and oh my goodness..."

"She doesn't seem like the type. You best be telling the truth, Mr. Woody."

"I'm telling you so when you see it, you..."

"See it? See what?"

"Anyway... anyway... so she gets right into the shower stall with me, naked as jayfish! And then she wants me to wash her back! I promise, Master, I promise, as much hot as she was and I mean this girl is built like a goddess... and soft... and naked... oh... my... I uh... just did the best I could to control myself and got out as quickly as I could. I swear... nothing happened!"

Kyndra Gets Wet And Naked With Woody
I couldn't contain a laugh, though I was quite surprised by and curious about Woody's little story.

"You probably disappointed the girl!" I laughed, "Shame on you, Mr. Woody!"

"No... she was... like... all friendly and smiling and not... I don't know... sexy? I mean... she acted like there was nothing unusual about two virtual strangers sharing a damn shower stall!"

"Well, she IS an Ancient Keeper. Lord only knows what goes on down there in the caves beyond South Station," I was still trying to contain my laughter as I held up her little note, "So THAT'S what this part of her note means!"

"What do you mean?" Woody's eyes widened and I could swear the blood was draining from his face. "What note?"

"I haven't told you yet. Miss Ambleton as "accepted" our offer. And there was this odd little part about... well here... read it for yourself." I handed him the note, "Kyndra says that she thought all Circo Tulala men were lechers but that she couldn't have been more wrong."

"Lechers?"

"Yes, and she said that once she realized what gentlemen we are, she had to accept our offer," I had to laugh again, while Woody scratched his bald scalp, clearly a bit confused, "So, Mr. Woody. You were not testing Kyndra. She was testing you."

"Well, yeah... but why would I do anything in the locker room? I mean..." He looked up at me after reading the note, "All those security cameras you have in there. I mean, I don't know where you hide them, but I'd rather be blue-balled for days than show up on tape fucking your latest discovery! And believe me! I limped all the way back to High Street that night!"

"So you would have..."

"Hell, yeah! She's a goddess! So fucking hot!"

"Well, I'm glad you didn't," I snapped, snatching the note from his hand, "You would have failed her test!"

"I just didn't want to be on some black market porno..."

"You must have overheard me telling the Inspectors that we had hidden cameras." I slipped the note back into my breast pocket, "They're such evil little cretins. I didn't want them filching anything of ours."

"What do you mean?"

"No cameras, Woody!" I sighed as I slid through the curtain to my makeshift office, "No cameras.... why the hell would we have cameras? Anyway, off to work! And the same with you!"

"Yes, yes, yes," he replied as he began to shuffle off. Then suddenly he stopped, turned around and handed me a small little note on pink paper. "I almost forgot. She left this for you."

I looked down at the little note. In a lovingly crafted three words it said, "Kyndra Loves You."

A special girl. Indeed.

 


Up Next: Kyndra moves to Carniville to become a star under the tutelage of Pucky Luxx, with some precautions and assistance from her doting father, Piggy.

 

 

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