Children of Apollo
A collection of short stories about Apollo, his lovers, and his children------------------------------------------------------
Best Concert Ever
One fine day, Apollo was whisking through Olympus is his evening best which he wore in his usual casually disheveled, sexy sort of manner. He was arranging his tie when he bumped into Aphrodite. "Hey there, girl."
"Hello there, boy." The words rolled off Aphrodite's tongue like chocolate as she slid up to Apollo - playing to the god's current favorite attitude of sexy and sly - and started fixing his tie. "Where are you off to in such masculine attire?"
Aphrodite's powers of sex appeal didn't have the same effect on gods, but the men most always played along. Apollo smiled his golden smile, showing off the tickets he had stowed away in his breast pocket. "Boston Symphony Orchestra. They've got some wonderful cellist this season."
Aphrodite ran her deft, capable hands down Apollo's tie, eyed the tickets, and pulled back with a disappointed smirk. "Cellist? Now, now, my dear, dear Apollo. Is that the best you can do?"
The twinkle in Aphrodite's eyes spread almost immediately to Apollo's. The god cleared his throat, ran a hand through his soft, sun-kissed hair and stepped up to her slowly, not the least bit capable of hiding his interest. "What did you- uh- have in mind?"
Aphrodite gave him the most luxurious of mischievous grins.
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Apollo had reserved the whole top floor. He lightly and gracefully descended the stairs after he was settled and walked right up to the hotel's front desk. He held out his key card. "How much to make a copy of this card?"
The man behind the front desk, who stood very tall, glanced at Apollo and at the key card. The god's beauty was undeniable to any man, woman, or child. "Five dollars, sir," the man replied when he remembered he had been asked a question.
Apollo nodded to himself, pretending to be thoughtful. "And how long would that take?"
"Not very long, sir. We'd simply have to reprogram a new card." The man behind the desk was concentrating very hard so that he didn't call Apollo 'Master'.
"Good." Apollo slapped about five hundred dollars on the marble counter. "This should be enough. Give me fifty of them. And can I get a bunch of cards with the hotel's name and address? And could you write my room number on all of them? I'll be back in an hour to pick them up." Apollo flung his coat over his shoulder and strutted out the front door, leaving the man behind the desk in complete and utter shock.
When Apollo returned an hour later, he had Aphrodite on his arm. "Are you ready for a party, my dear?" He asked, handing her half the pile of room keys and cards. "Oh, stop it, Apollo." She flirtatiously tapped her fan against his chest. "You know I'm always ready."
Decency forbids me from filling in too many of the details of what happened that night, but seeing as the number of Apollo's and Aphrodite's demigod children at least doubled after that evening I think it's fair to say that it may have been the best after party ever.
-for the cellists, anyway.