All for Nona - Chapter 1

An experiment in prose.  Follow two hapless heroes as they fall into a  different kind of Wonderland.  Adult situations, humor, and  transformations await them!  Future chapters (and some original art) to  come in the weeks and months ahead.

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All for Nona

1. A Pair of Holes

It was supposed to be a small get together. Just a few friends, some wine, a little music. But like anything else involving Nona, it was not long before it grew a lot bigger. Nine people sat for dinner at eight o’clock. By eleven-thirty the lush penthouse was filled with over sixty guests. Yet Nona floated from room to room with smiles and a laugh that made everyone feel welcome, even her ex-boyfriend, Porter.

Not everyone else shared her enthusiasm.

Jaylen was among the original dinner guests. And he was Nona’s newest boyfriend. Like anyone in Nona’s circle, he was young, attractive and vibrant. And, of course, so was Porter. A recent ex stalking the hallways around his girlfriend would have made Jaylen uncomfortable at the best of times. The fact that they hated each other only made it worse.

The two men politely avoided each other all night. With a house full of people that was not so difficult, but at three o’clock in the morning they found themselves at opposite ends of the living room while Nona bid the last of her other guests goodnight. When she returned, she beamed brightly at the two enemies, apparently unaware of the tension in the room.

Nona stood there in high heels, tight jeans, and a loose golden blouse, as approachable as the girl next door yet as unattainable as a movie star. Or perhaps, in her case, a porn star. As intelligent and socially dynamic as she was, it could not be doubted that Nona had a body that radiated sex. Full breasts, a narrow waist, and wide, curvy hips that swelled into a hypnotic bubble butt was only where her sex appeal started. Long, shining black hair flowed down to her back, and if a breeze or a turn of her head were to cause it to brush against someone near, its touch ignited desire. Her face was an exotic blend of Latino and Japanese features, with high cheekbones and luscious lips that, while enticing, were still not as alluring as her big, sparkling dark brown eyes.

“Well, it’s my bedtime,” said Nona.

Both men sat up expectantly.

Nona flashed an innocent, yet flirty smile.

“Could you boys stay here a minute?” she asked.  “I want to get something before turning in.”

Nona swayed out of the room, leaving the men on the edge of their seats. They sat without saying a word. Their awkwardness was doubled by a wall length mirror hanging across from them. Its reflection showed two very different young men. Porter was white, with blond hair and blue eyes. When he stood he was six feet tall, and even years after graduating he still had the thickly muscled body of a college linebacker. Jaylen was also a recent college grad, but his 6’2” almost fat-free frame was earned from endless hours of cross training and a strict diet. He had dark brown skin and short black hair, with a neatly trimmed goatee on his chin.

Up until then, the two men had not noticed the music playing softly on the stereo. Now, however, without a single other sound to distract them, they were both suddenly aware when a love song began playing. Jaylen coughed. Porter adjusted his balls. The song dripped with sexual suggestion. Porter tried to cover the sound by tapping his fingers on an armrest. Jaylen coughed again.

“Uh, look,” said Jaylen. His deep voice struggled to sound friendly, yet firm. “I, uh, don’t mean to be a dick here, but I think Nona is waiting for you to go home so we can, uh, go to bed.”

“Oh, yeah?” said Porter with a slight southern twang. “I thought she said that ‘she’ was goin’ to bed. Maybe you’re not invited.”

Blood rushed to Jaylen’s face.

“Hey, buddy, I’m trying to be nice,” said Jaylen. “I know you used to go with Nona, but she’s with me now. How about you be a grown up and go home now?”

“Used to?” said Porter. “Listen up, ‘buddy;’ who do you think invited me tonight? You think I crashed all on my own?”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying Nona asked me to come over,” said Porter,. “I’m saying maybe she’s waitin’ for you to get up and go home.”

It was obvious that Jaylen wanted to throw the jock out by the scruff of his neck, but he fought the urge. After all, he put himself through law school thanks to hard work and discipline; he was not going to blow his stack now on account of some arrogant good ‘ol boy.

Porter, on the other hand, was hoping that his rival would lose it. It was no secret that he loved a good fight. In fact, Porter’s habit of punching any guy that looked at Nona was the reason she broke up with him. He reckoned that if he could get her Jaylen to start a fight (that Porter would obviously win) then maybe she would dump him, too. And once the guard was out of the way, he could go for the tackle. Well, maybe not tackle, more like hot groping followed by sex. But that spoiled the football analogy. Or was it metaphor? Porter’s mind began to wander.

The love song ended and was followed by a harsh pop. No more music played. Jaylen tapped his foot. Porter scratched his balls.

“You might want to see a doctor about that,” Jaylen said. “Maybe get a cream or something?”

Porter scowled. Then, just as he opened his mouth to say what he hoped was a scathing retort, a crash from the master bedroom made them both jump to their feet. They stood still for a heartbeat, listening for any other sound.

“Hey Nona?” Jaylen called out. “You okay, hun?”

The apartment was silent. The two men glanced at each other uneasily.

“I guess I should go check on her,” said Jaylen.

“Maybe she slipped in the shower,” said Porter. “I’ll go look. I’ve got lots of experience there. And with injuries, too.”

“Listen, Porter—,” Jaylen began, but he was cut short by another louder crash. The two rivals bolted for Nona’s bedroom without further argument.

His longer legs got Jaylen through the door a split second ahead of Porter. Once inside both men stopped short, heads turning side to side in search of the problem, but the room was empty.

“Bathroom!” Porter shouted and charged to the adjacent master washroom. Jaylen dove in a second later, ready to help his ailing girlfriend (and remove her oogling ex).

“Not here, either?” said Jaylen.

The bathroom was empty, too. Porter pulled back the shower curtain, checked in the linen closet, and looked in the vanity cabinet. Jaylen rolled his eyes.

“Dude, she’s five-eight,” said Jaylen. “And a human being. I don’t think she’d fit in there.”

Grudginly, Porter returned to the bedroom, with Jaylen close behind him. Then they gave each other a sidelong glance as the same thought occurred to both of them.  They immediately strode to the walk-in closet, arriving shoulder-to-shoulder.

The closet was nearly as big as the bedroom itself. Dresses, jackets, and blouses hung by the hundreds. Shoes of every make and color sat at the ready on their slanted towers. Above them were rows of shelves with stacks of neatly folded pants and shorts. At the far end stood a full length mirror, with fancy antique dressers to each side. Everything was neat and clean, with no sign of what could have caused the crashing sounds. There was, however, a pair of three foot wide holes in the floor in front of each dresser.

“What the fuck?” said Porter.

The holes were perfect circles. Inside they were dark and around them was no sign of damage to the floor. The men stepped up closer, each looking down one hole. There was no sign of the next floor down. The holes descended into pitch black, like cartoon traps laid for unwary hunters.

“Were those always there?” asked Porter.

“I don’t think so,” said Jaylen. He kneeled down in front of one hole and called into it. “Nona? Honey, you down there?” His voice echoed in the darkness.

“Well, that’s fuckin’ weird,” said Porter. “Hey, panty drawer!”

Porter pointed to the dresser in front of him, on the other side of his hole. The top drawer was partly opened, revealing the lacy, shimmering contents within.

“Really? That’s what you’re focused on?” said Jaylen.

“Hey, maybe she’s down this one,” said Porter. “You know, she could have been putting on something sexy and boom!”

“Boom?” said Jaylen. “You mean the hole just exploded underneath her, without any damage to anything else in here?”

“Look, Nona’s in trouble probably, right?”

“I hope not.”

“Well, a couple of magic holes just appeared in her closet,” said Porter, “and now she’s gone. Either she fell in one or somebody took her!”

Jaylen’s eyes went wide. He shouted down his hole again, getting only a louder echo in return. Then he glanced at the dresser opposite him. One thin drawer was opened. Inside were rows of earrings evenly arranged in plush velvet. One setting was empty.

“There’s an empty spot in this row,” he said. “She might have been putting away her earrings and fallen in this hole.”

The rivals looked at each other as each one came to a decision.

“I’m going with the panties,” said Porter.

He sat on the floor, dangling his legs into the hole in front of him.

“Just a hole,” he said. Then, with a cocky smile he turned to Jaylen. “See you on the other side!”

Porter put his hands on the floor and slid his butt into the hole. He disappeared into the void without a sound. Jaylen leaned over the black circle, curiously peering down into the darkness. There was no sign of his rival. No crash or scream reached his ears.

“Yeah, that’s not freaky at all,” he said. “Well, if that idiot is right, he’ll find Nona. I guess that’s better than her being lost. But there’s still this other hole…”

Jaylen stood over the hole in front of the jewelry dresser and sighed deeply.

“This is a terrible idea,” he said, and jumped in.