"Seph, what exactly do you think happened?"
"What happened? You went into a sex club and fucked a stranger."
"Yes, I did. And what is wrong with that? I am an adult and so was he. But you're missing the point of the club. It isn't just about sex at Category."
Seph raised her brow in consternation at Sera. Clearly, Seph didn't agree with her sister's statement.
"Well, yeah, there's sex. But Category is so much more. Sam introduced me to some of that last night. Sam showed me how much more sex can be and I absolutely loved every minute." Sera's eyes took on a faraway look. "You should see what that man can do with a rubber duck." A soft chuckle escaped Sera's lips at the memory.
Oh God, I'm going to be sick. "I so do not need to know." Seph fought back a shudder of revulsion. She took a beat to let the sickening concept clear from her consciousness. After a deep breath she tried a new tact with her sister. "Sera, what about your safety? Didn't you worry for a second that he could have hurt you. He got you onto a secret level of a club and behind a locked door and that didn't worry you? Not at all? What if he hurt you or worse?" Concern for her baby sister was evident on her face.
"Look, Sepphy, it's safe I swear. There are safe words between me and Sam. The club has built in security to keep track of guests. There are even cameras. I was safer there than his home, our home, or any hotel. It's not a big deal, really. So, I like to be a little extreme in the bedroom. So what? I'm not hurting anybody and I promise Sepphy, I'm being safe about it. Sam's a decent guy." Sera wasn't giving off any aggressive vibe. She was stating her case calmly which took her sister by surprise. Sera was showing a maturity she rarely let shine through. Seph had noticed her intelligent baby sister preferred to present the world with a carefree ditzy nature. The less society expected from her the more she could get away with.
"I don't like it Sera. I'm still worried about you. But I love you." Taking a deep breath, she said something she hoped she wouldn't regret, "If this makes you happy and as long as you're being safe, I guess I won't stand in your way."
A warm smile lit up the younger sister's face. "Love you too, Sephhy." The two embraced each other in a warm familial hug.
The two separated, Seph leaned against a near wall as Sera returned to seat herself in her chair and returned to her forgotten sandwich. "So, tell me about that guy you barged in on me with. Are you going to see him again? He was so hot." Sera inquired.
"Well, he's too alpha male for my tastes. But after he helped me to find you, I can't exactly avoid him." Seph rolled her eyes in disdain. "He asked me out."
Chuckling to herself Sera replied, "Oh Sepphy you never know, an alpha male might be exactly what you need."
Seph exhaled in exasperation, "Oh God Sera, don't start." Collecting her unfinished sandwich, she turned on her heel. Seph walked down the hall as her sister's laughter trailed after her.
Heading toward her bedroom, Seph decided to sort through her wardrobe to get a head start on her evening. What was appropriate evening attire when you didn't want a man to notice you too much and at the same time didn't want to be a social pariah? Would it be too much of a statement to wear a dress that didn't even hint at cleavage? Or would it come across as her being ashamed of her body? Forgetting the cut of the evening dress, what color would state she was available but not interested? Definitely not red or black. What about navy blue? No that won't suit. What about the green dress?
Green was a safe color. It would be suitably presentable but it wouldn't announce to the room as fishing for a sexual partner. With the color decided she grabbed one of her only green dresses. Lifting from the rack, Seph selected a dress with a low cut to present her ample bosom. To offset the low dip of the breasts, the hem reached mid-calf to claim an attempt at propriety for the dress as a whole. Confident with her choice, Seph knew she would have the upper hand of the evening. With this dress she would feel confident, beautiful, and powerful. But thankfully she wouldn't feel sexual. To feel sexual would put her at risk of sleeping with a man who would claim all her power for himself.
Checking her phone, she found she had a little over three hours before the lion arrived. Deciding to achieve the highest sense of calm possible, a mini at home spa day was in order. Utilizing the claw foot tub that Sera had demanded their apartment house, Seph drew a comforting bubble bath. The scent of jasmine filled her bathroom wrapping her in a sense of calm and beauty. Thanking the heavens that she didn't have to wash her hair again, she piled it atop her head in a messy clip. Under her sink she found a face mask that would give her skin a touch of luminescence. After applying the mask generously, she headed back toward the tub.
Immersing herself into the steaming water, Seph felt her previously unknown tension melt away. Each muscle relaxed as she felt the water lap at her breasts. The water kissed her nipples as it surged forward and in turn retreated from her breasts. A warmth began to build between her thighs that she couldn't blame on the steam rising from the water. Unconsciously, her hand whispered over her hip to the apex of her thighs. Gliding though her curls, her hand reached the pearl peeking from between her lips. As soon as her hand grazed her clitoris, her back gently arched in response. A soft moan escaped her lips. The sound reached her ears breaking her from the fog she had fallen into.
"Easy Noble." She panted for air as she brought her heart rate down. Getting all hot and bothered before meeting with a lion was asking for trouble. Knowing his level of perversion, she wagered he would be able to smell her arousal from a mile away. That was the talent of lions. They knew how to sniff out their prey.
Significantly calmer, she laid back to enjoy her bath. Keeping her mind clear of distracting thoughts, she lathered her bath sponge and began to wash. Her eyes closed in bliss she let her head fall back and a sigh of contentment escaped her lips. The sponge gently eased over her arms, chest, stomach, and legs. The more skin the sponge touched the more she felt she was being caressed as opposed to being washed. The cleaner she got the hotter she felt. As the sponge ventured to her sex, her heart rate picked up. Short quick breaths hinted at her excited state. When she ran the sponge across her mound down her lips, she let out a gasp. The image of Lincoln in his suit from the night before flashed behind her eyelids. Rubbing the sponge against her labia she curled her toes in ecstasy. Lincoln's name crossed her lips amidst a low groan.
Her brain foggily registered the strange name but it was too late to gain her composure. She needed to orgasm or she would turn into a raging bitch. Using the sponge to apply friction to her clitoris she raced toward the edge. A mixture of splashing water, panting, and soft moaning filled her ears as she pictured Lincoln rubbing her clitoris with his large picturesque fingers. The image of Lincoln running his hands across her breasts filled her mind. One imaginary hand gripped her left breast firmly and squeezed whilst the other grasped her right nipple and twisted. Gasping for air in the throes of her excitement she used her free hand to agonizingly twist her nipple. Tossing her head side to side her pleasure gathered intensity. Water sloshed over the sides as her body thrashed in the water. Her fantasy progressed to him lifting her in his lap and thrusting his cock into her sex. The phantom cock thrusting inside her caused a hollow ache in her pussy. The hand twisting her nipple stopped its torture and traveled south. Thrusting two fingers into her aching pussy she let out a deep lust filled groan. Six pumps in synchronization to her fantasized Lincoln caused her orgasm to crash into her. A muffled keening filled the bathroom as the orgasm lasted on for elongated seconds. Her orgasm suddenly released her tense body from orgasm and she melted into the water.
A lazy bliss consumed her as she rested in the water. Staring at the soft grey wall her mind drifted. Lazy flashes of Lincoln staring down at her intently, the gallery's latest paintings, and the room of cases swirled through her head. Mind and body floating in unison, she began to come back to her senses. Oh God what have I done? Twice now her body had betrayed her in attraction to Lincoln Strickland. After quickly washing her body again for good measure she surged from the tub, quick to escape the water that lulled her into erotic betrayal of her own will.
"As if I wasn't dreading tonight enough." She grumbled. "Focus Noble. No more of this sleeping with the enemy crap."
After rinsing her face clean of her mask, she dried her body. Heading back to her bed where the dress for the night lay, she tried to regain her composure. Picking up her dress she gazed at its deep forest green hue. Laying it upon on the bed she turned toward her dresser. This dress would require a touch of magic. Her panty drawer housed the deadliest magic of the modern world: Spanx. After thrusting her spare tire inside she would then model a perfect hourglass figure.
She seated herself at the vanity which housed all manner of makeup paraphernalia. Unlike her whirlwind sister, Seph always had perfect skin. Small pores, minimal natural oils, and a bright complexion. Her skin allowed minimal to no foundation. All that was necessary was a little bronzer with a light application of base to her eyelids for long lasting eye shadow and she was set for an evening of frivolity. Opting to let her long chestnut hair to fall down her back in lengthy waves, the final touches were set. Upon stuffing herself into her dress and sliding into a pair of black heels, she was ready to take on the fiercest lion and live to tell the tale.
Checking her phone informed her she was ready with 20 minutes to spare. She glided to the window to peer at the street. It came as no surprise to her to find a sleek black Towncar waiting for her. With a quick word of goodbye to her sister she left her apartment and gave herself to her fate. She had every intention of besting the lion, but would the lion prove to be more than she could handle? The fates only knew and unfortunately only time would tell.
