Palace of Pleasure (One Direction)

In the grand central hall of the Palace of Pleasure, the King sat on his golden throne sampling different types of wine on a silver platter that were handed by several handsome young men.  Closing his eyes in deep thought he swished the purplish red liquid around inside the elegant wineglass.  Glancing up, the King noticed a gust of wind swept through the hallway.  The beautiful glass chandeliers that hanged on the ceiling started swaying back and forth.  Pink and purple rose petals started swirling around the room.
“Darling! It’s been a while.” Said a young female voice appeared out of nowhere.  The flower petals began to disperse; standing in the center of the grand hall was an extremely tall beautiful young woman.  Her eyes were ice blue, like Kings, long blonde curly hair hanged to her shoulders, and her lips were bright red.  Wearing a long elegant black dress, on her shoulders was an expensive looking fur coat.
“Lady Cassandra” King said sarcastically “It has been a while. Last time I’ve heard, you were seducing the great kings of Europe.”
“Unfortunately the surviving monarchs around the world today don’t hold much money, influence and power.” Cassandra said, walking up toward the golden throne.  Loud clacking sounds came from her dark high-heel shoes.
“I’ve spoken your sister Xiao Wei, recently.” Cassandra continued smiling sweetly “Your current appearance DOES suit you.”
“I like to attract people with my looks.” King said as he transformed himself into an extremely muscular man with lots of tattoos on his body.  Then he transformed himself into a young cute looking high school student.
“I can also transform into popular celebrities.” King stated, as he transformed himself into the actor Robert Patterson.
“Speaking of celebrities.” Cassandra said as she leaned against the golden throne. “I have a little gift for you.”
Snapping her fingers, a small puff a smoke appeared in front of King.  Suddenly a small object fell out of the smoke and landed on the King’s lap.  It was a celebrity magazine.
“What’s this?” King said turning back into his original form.  He picked up the magazine and began to flip through the pages.  Cassandra leaned forward and turned to the last page of the magazine.  Pointing with her finger, King looked down to see a large photo of the famous British boy band One Direction.
“They should be arriving to the Palace of Pleasure soon.” Cassandra said glancing at the photograph as well.
“That is indeed kind of you, my dear.” King said turning up to look at her “But you normally don’t do kind things for free.”
“Indeed I don’t” Cassandra said walking forward to face King.  She waved her hands and her fur coat disappeared revealing her bare arms and shoulders.
“I want something that is very valuable of yours.” Cassandra said, looking sinister for the first time.
“Oh?” King said leaning back on the chair examining her carefully. “And that is?”
“Ever heard of the Fruit of Aphrodite.”  Cassandra said turning to glance at her reflection in the window.  “Once bite of this fruit and the person will fall madly in love with the person they lay eyes on.  It supposedly doesn't exist.”
King sat still and continued to stare at Cassandra.  His facial expression was unreadable.  After a brief pause Cassandra continued her tale.
“This magic fruit once belonged to the Greek Goddess of Love Aphrodite.  It grows on a single tree; only 20 can grow every 200 years on it.”  Cassandra said, “Rumors have reported that this fruit is actually in YOUR possession.”
“I will not inquire as to how you learned about THAT!” King said slowly his face looking dark.
“Now I’m not greedy.” Cassandra said giggling “Five fruit in exchange for five celebrities. Sounds fair don’t you think?”
King glanced at the photo briefly then back at Cassandra.
“Very well.” King said after careful consideration. “Help me capture and control them, then they will be yours.”

“Man, are we there yet?” Niall complained as the five British singers were sitting in a large van for nearly five hours.
“You're the one reading the map.” Liam stated driving the vehicle “How much farther do we have to go?”
“I gave it to Harry to look at.” Niall said pointing to Harry (who was seated next to him).  “You know I not good at directions.”
“Should get there in about thirty minutes.” Harry said glancing over a crumble up looking map.
“I can’t get a hold of our manager.” Louis said shaking his cellphone. “I guess there is no reception out here.”
“Why do American’s insist on driving on the wrong side?” Liam grumbled as they twist and turned through a road deep in the forest.
“At least the weather here is better than London.” Zayn said glancing out of the window looking out among the deep green wooded forest.
“FINALLY! There it is.” Harry said pointing out the window.  Over the top of three the One Direction Group could easily see the towers that belong to a large, elegant, white marble castle.
“So this is where we are performing tonight?” Zayn asked curiously.
“That is what are manager said.” Louis stated, pulling up his text message. “One Direction will be performing for a large group of wealthy Americans at the Palace of Pleasure tonight.”
Liam pulled up to the large black gates that opened up automatically.  Driving past it they could see a beautiful golden entrance, standing in front was a tall elegant woman wearing glasses, a white button shirt, a mini skirt, high heels and a clipboard was in her hand.
“Good afternoon, One Direction.” The lovely lady said pushing her blond hair to the side. “My name is Cassandra, I’m the personal secretary to the owner of the this castle.  He wishes me to greet you and show you to your rooms.”
“Hi.” Zayn, Niall, Harry, and Louis stated, some of them blushing by the woman’s beauty.
“Wait, rooms?” Liam said, surprised “We are just performing tonight, why are you providing bedrooms?”
“Its for you to relax and freshen up for your big performance tonight.” Cassandra said before turning around and walking through the golden doors.  “Now follow me, please.”
“Could we borrow your phone?” Louis asked as the group followed Cassandra. “Our cellphone have no connections.”
“Of course.” Cassandra said as they walked up the grand staircase and down a hallway.  She pushed one of the doors open. “You can take a phone call in this room.  The rest will follow me, please.”
“I will stay with Louis.” Liam said, appearing a bit concerned “I want to talk to the manager as well.”
“Very well. I will return after I show the other to their rooms.” Cassandra said.  Zayn, Niall and Harry continued to walk down the hallway following the secretary.
Louis and Liam walked into what appeared to be an art gallery.  The room was filled with Greek marble statues of strong naked men.  On the walls were renaissance paintings that looked very expensive.  In the corner of the room was a small elegant table with a telephone on top.  Walking across the room Liam felt an uneasy feeling that they were being watched.  The eyes of the statues followed them wherever they went.
“Alright.” Louis said picking up the phone and dialing the number. “Just want to confer with our manager about tonight’s performance.”
“Something is not right about all this.” Liam said, thinking deeply. “I wanna speak with the manager as well.”
After Louis finished dialing the number he put the telephone to his ear.
“Good evening, Louis Tomlinson.” A strange voice spoke on the telephone. “Be silent, don’t move and listen to what I have to say.”
The words struck Louis like a bolt of lightening.  His body remained frozen and he could not speak, the telephone was still to his ear.
“Forget everything, obey my voice, fall into a deep feeling of relaxation and pleasure.” The voice continued.  “You are nothing more than a slave to the master of the Palace of Pleasure.”
Louis eyes slid to halfway and his shoulders dropped down.  Waves of pleasure and relaxation spread throughout his body and a smile appeared on his face.
“I obey the master.” Louis said so quietly that Liam could barely hear.
“Good, now hand the telephone over to Liam.” The mysterious voice said with a hint of satisfaction in his voice.
“The manager would like to speak with you.” Louis said dully handing the phone over to Liam.
“About time.” Liam said taking the phone. “Though you didn’t seem to talk much.”
Placing to the phone to his ear, Liam heard a mysterious voice speaking to him.
“Liam Payne, be silent, don’t move and listen to what I have to say.” The mysterious voice said.  Liam froze in place, with the telephone to his ear.
“This is your master speaking.” The voice continued, “You will listen to every word I say.  Let the pleasant, passionate feeling overtake you.  The person next to you, your attracted him, aroused by him, you want to place your lips all over his body.”
Liam blushed as he continued to soak into every word; a small tent was pitching up in his pants.  His eyes slid out of focus and a smile was on his face.
“Do you understand?” the mysterious voice said.
“Yes, master.” Liam said dully.
“Now turn around and allow your passion run free.” The voice said.
Turning around Liam and Louis made eye contact with each other (Liam dropped the phone of the floor).  Suddenly Liam leaned forward and began kissing Louis on the ear and neck.  The two began to embrace each other, unaware that the statues around them started magically moving.  The marble naked male statues went up and started taking off the two singers’ shirts revealing their abs, arms and chest.  Liam and Louis continued embracing each other and kissing (happily unaware about the situation around them).  Louis leaned in and placed his tongue into Liam’s mouth.
“Mmmmm.” Liam and Louis said, as the marble statues rubbed their backs and chests.
Suddenly a small puff of blue smoke appeared in the middle of the room.  Appearing out of it was tall handsome mysterious stranger.
“That’s enough.” King ordered, snapping his fingers and the statues stopped undressing them.  “Bring them with me, we don’t want the others to be catching on.”
Snapping his fingers again, Liam and Louis fell to the floor in a deep dreamless sleep.  The statues picked up the two attractive singers and followed King out of the room.
(TO BE CONTINUED?)