Soul Snatching

It had been a long day. Clara showed up to work and didn't have to be there, only after preparing three day's worth of food and deserts, so she was extra tired. After getting back in her car, Clara looked down at her phone and noticed she had a missed call from a number she didn't recognize. She thought about calling it back, but the song that was playing on the radio caught her attention. She began to smile and sing along as the chorus of "Tender Kisses" melodically made her feel some type of way. From the look on her face, you could tell that she was reminiscing about something.

As the song came to an end, Clara put her car in reverse to exit the driveway. Her phone rang again from the same number that called her earlier. Clara was hesitant about answering the call because she was in no mood to deal with any foolishness. "Hello!" Clara said. "Hey Cupcake," a familiar male voice said on the other end. Clara sat there frozen because she was not expecting to hear from this man. "Matter of fact, how did he get my number," she thought to herself.

The phone went silent for a few seconds, but to them, it seemed like five minutes had gone past with nothing but silence and breathing. "Hey Chris, how r u? What makes you call me out of nowhere?" Clara wanted to ask more but didn't want to bombard Chris with so many questions at once. Just as he was about to answer, Ang was clicking in. "Chris hold on, don't hang up," Clara said while switching calls.

"What's up," Clara asked Ang. "I was just calling you to see if you wanted to hang out tonight. I'm getting off in a few hours and I know u should be getting off shortly thereafter and I just want to make these last couple of days memorable in case I can never have you again." Clara held the phone, bit her bottom lip because nothing good was going to come out of her mouth. "I'll let you know, I'm on the other end with Sister, so I'm going to call you back." Clara ended both calls, she wanted to ensure that Ang had hung up, and then called the number back Chris had called her from. On about the third ring Chris picked back up.

"What's up Shawty? Why you hang up on me?"

"My bad. That was my wife. I had to hang up the line to ensure she wasn't still on the phone. But anywho, I have been cool. Working, working, and more working. Sooo, umm, how did you get my new number?" Clara asked as she pulled into the parking lot of the mall that was a few minutes from her job.

"That was a mouth full," Chris said as he put a piece of crispy fried chicken in his mouth.

They both laughed and then the phone went silent again. Clara sat there wondering what to say next because the call was very unexpected. "It's like he could sense that I just divorced my wife and that my check engine light was on. He must have known that my body needed some servicing." Her mind was on its way to the times they once shared with one another, but that was interrupted with Sir chewing loudly in her ear. He was being funny because Clara was not saying anything.

"Really," Clara said.

"Yes, really. Talk to me," Sir said as he still continued to chew loudly in her ear.

"Look, I'm about to go in this mall and grab me some more Bath and Body Works, so call me later around 10."

"Alright, I can do that."

They both said goodbye and the call disconnected. Clara made her way into the mall. She always parks at the entrance that's closest to B&BW, so she can be in and out.

As soon as she walked into the store, the store associate knew exactly who Clara was. "I see your back again," the short white woman said to Clara. They both laughed. Clara made her way through the store picking out all the scents that were on sale that she didn't have in her collection yet.

She had finally made it to the register. The lady that greeted her was the same lady that rung her up. They stood there discussing random topics, as the employee continued to scan all her lotions, body sprays, and body washes. "Your total today is $33.45," the clerk said. "That's what I'm talking about," Clara shouted.

Clara made it back to her car. The parking lot was a lot fuller than it was when she got there. She stood at her car door thinking about what trouble she could get into this evening. She had Sir that she could link up with and she had her ex-wife that she could spend time with. The wind was biting, so her thoughts got broken. She hurried and unlocked the car door then hopped in the car because she was not about to be another victim of the flu.

After starting the car and turning the heat on full blast, she let her car warm up before taking off. As she waited, her phone got a text. It was from Angela, her ex-wife.

"Aye, change of plans. I'm about to meet up with my sister and I'll probably be with her until the morning. Sorry, if I got your hopes up. Maybe tomorrow night. Ttyl."

"Wow, really!" Clara yelled out loud. She was glad that she really didn't put much thought into hanging with her for the night. Now Clara had time to go hang with Sir if he called back.

As Clara drove home she thought about Sir and him stroking her kitty kat the way that she likes. She bit down on her bottom lip, moaned, and ran her fingers through her honey blonde and dark brown hair. Just thinking about those times had her horny and wet.

She had finally made it home. She ran into her house because it was just too damn cold to be playing outside. Once inside, she put her bags down on the purple leather couch. As she ran up the stairs to go to change clothes, one of her kittens was sitting on one of the stairs. As she jumped over him, he swatted at her foot. "Oreo, go find something to do with yourself," Clara said.

After changing into some comfortable clothing, she began to rummage around in the side table drawer and came across her vibrator. "Hmmm, I could rub one off right quick, but that would require me to get naked again," she thought to herself as she turned the vibrator on and off.

She put the vibrator away because if she was going to hook up with Sir she wanted to make sure she was ready, ready. She looked over at the alarm clock sitting on the TV stand and it was already 7:30. Clara made her way back downstairs to fix her a plate of lasagna. As she was in the kitchen her text notification went off. She was in no hurry to see who it was, either.

Her lasagna was heating up, so she went and poured herself a glass of wine. That first glass got swallowed, she didn't even stop to breathe. She poured herself another glass of wine and pulled her lasagna out of the microwave. As she was walking back to the living room, her text message notification went off again. Once she sat everything down on the glass coffee table, she went and grabbed her phone from off the couch.

All she could think about was Angela's last text. She was really hoping that it wasn't her sending some more bullshit. Nope, it was Chris texting her some bullshit. Now she was really pissed. Not only did her dick appointment, that Chris knew nothing about, got canceled but she was walking around with a wet throbbing pussy.

Clara stood there just thinking about how much more her evening could get messed up. She was really looking forward to spending time with Chris. She had not seen him in a very long time and the last time they were together, he gave her body one of the best orgasms that it had ever had.

She walked back over to the coffee table where her glass of wine was sitting. She swallowed the second glass faster than the first glass. That Cupcake Moscato was getting her right. She went back to the kitchen to grab the whole bottle. It was going to be a long night.

After grabbing the TV remote off of the glass end table, Clara sat down with her plate of food and bottle of wine. Nothing was really catching her attention on the television, so she shut the TV off and turned the music on her tablet on. Soon as the advertisement ended, "Lovers and Friends" came on. Clara really was not in the mood for any rap music, so she turned the station to strictly R&B.

She finally finished her dinner and her third glass of wine. She picked up her phone to scroll Instagram, but she went to dial a number that she hadn't dialed in a very long time. A voice whispered, "Hello," as they had just been awakened out of a deep sleep.

"What you sleep, I want some company and some fire ass head. Can you make that happen?" Clara asked.

"You know I got a girl right and aren't you married?" the voice asked.

"Officially divorced and like that has ever mattered before," Clara said as she went to wash her plate off.

"Sure, fine. Text me the address.

"How long you going to be," Clara asked.

"About 45 minutes to an hour."

"Alright, cool. See ya soon."

The call disconnected. Clara went to go take a shower. But before she jumped in, she texted the address. "Ohhh, Lordt. What am I doing? Angela still has a key, what if she decides to come home? Oh, well. Shit happens. This is my shit." Clara said to herself as she stood underneath the steamy hot water.

Once she finished up in the shower and put on something a little more revealing, Clara went and had another glass of wine. At this point, she was nice and inebriated. She began to dance around her room. Clara was twerking, grinding her body against the wall, and at some point she even did some squats. Clara was really in her own little world. She was really happy because she was still going to get some sex tonight. It may not have been coming from the person she wanted it from, but Lynette knew how to make her body shake and cum.

There was a knock at the door, so she got up to let the person in. "That's how we answering doors now," Lynette said. "Don't act like this is something new," Clara told her while holding her glass of wine in her hand. After closing the door, they made their way to the couch. Lynette took her coat off and sat it on the loveseat. There was no time for chitchat, Lynette began to slowly kiss Clara on her neck. The fourth glass of wine had her right. "Yass," Clara whispered in Lynette's ears.

Lynette's hands began to slowly work their way down to Clara's thighs. Clara lied back on the couch so Lynette could be in control. Lynette rose Clara's left leg over her shoulder, as Clara wrapped her arms around Lynette's neck. Their bodies began to grind against each other as they passionately kissed one another. They looked in each other's eyes and that's all it took. Lynette lifted Clara's nighty to expose her breasts and let her tongue speak the words that wouldn't come out of her mouth. Lick by lick, Lynette's tongue stroke began to tell a story that Clara was very familiar with. "Give me more," Clara whispered, as her eyes began to roll to the back of her head.

Lynette's tongue began to creep towards Clara's sweetness. But, she was going to make Clara suffer, so Lynette teased Clara for a bit. By the look on Clara's face, you could tell that she really wanted Lynette to take her all the way at that moment and that is exactly what Lynette did. She began to suck on Clara's very swollen clit. "Fuck!!" Clara yelled out in pure ecstasy. Lynette sucked on her clit fast then slow and in a circular motion. She slid two fingers in Clara's very wet "juice box" to massage her g-spot. That's all it took, Clara was squirting all over the place. "Yassss, right there. Keeping going," Clara yelled out while trying to moan at the same time.

Just as Clara was about to cum again, Angela was sticking her key in the door. She was about to see some shit and Clara personally did not give a damn. After all, Angela had put her through, Clara wanted her ex-wife to see this and hurt just like she had hurt her time and time again. Angela opened the door to find her ex-wife and Lynette having sex on the couch.

Angela wanted to say something but did not. Angela stood there for a second and watched. She had her gun on her side and had every right to kill them both. She figured she would just say that it was a crime of passion. Angela shook the trance she was in. She went upstairs as they continued to have sex on the couch. Angela was upstairs for a while and then came back downstairs with nothing but her boxers, t-shirt, and strap on, on.

Angela tapped Lynette on her shoulder so she could join in. Lynette politely moved out the way so Ang could give Clara some much-needed dick. Angela pulled Clara off the couch, so Clara could be face down, ass up.

Ang played with Clara's hot box with the strap. "Ohhh God, yass," Clara cried out. Clara motioned for Lynette to come over. Lynette did just that. Lynette positioned herself underneath Clara in a way to be able to lick on Clara's clit while Ang slow stroked Clara's pussy from the back. Once Lynette's started licking, Clara's body started shaking. Her knees wanted to buckle, but her two suitors weren't going to allow that to happen.

The faster and deeper Ang stroked her pussy, the faster Lynette licked on her clit. "I'm cumming," Clara yelled out. Her moans and cries fell on death ears. They both just kept going. Clara was squirting and cumming everywhere. Her eyes began to roll to the back of her head for the second time. Her body was shaking immensely. They had her in a place where she had never been. It was a different type of sexual euphoria. It was at that point that Clara realized that her soul had been snatched.